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exeggutorhead) wrote2015-05-28 11:06 pm
exeggutorhead) wrote2015-05-28 11:06 pm
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64th Transformation [FOURTH WALL]
[Envy's having a little bit of an issue this weekend.]
[Not swarming Pokemon or even teleportation, oh no. Those, he's gotten fairly good at handling. It's weird that these weekends are something anybody could get used to, but he just about has.]
[No, this time the problem is musical. There's a haunting song playing instead of the background music wherever Envy finds himself. It's scratchy and clearly sounds like it's coming out of an old phonograph, and he KNOWS that if he looks hard enough he'll probably find the damn thing somewhere. He knows he will because he DOES keep finding it, smashing it, and getting an hour or two of quiet before it COMES BACK.]
[Honestly, any reminders of his old master aside, he's spent four centuries listening to this waily goddamn song and he's just sick of it. So during the weekend, if anybody comes across him while the song is going, they'll find him pulling up bushes with his bare hands to look behind them and kicking around any spot where a phonograph could be hiding, trying to get it. And Envy will absolutely recruit passersby to help him out.]
[If the song isn't playing at the moment and providing a distraction, he'll be wandering around anywhere, still in the oddly subdued mood he's been in the past few weeks.]
[Not swarming Pokemon or even teleportation, oh no. Those, he's gotten fairly good at handling. It's weird that these weekends are something anybody could get used to, but he just about has.]
[No, this time the problem is musical. There's a haunting song playing instead of the background music wherever Envy finds himself. It's scratchy and clearly sounds like it's coming out of an old phonograph, and he KNOWS that if he looks hard enough he'll probably find the damn thing somewhere. He knows he will because he DOES keep finding it, smashing it, and getting an hour or two of quiet before it COMES BACK.]
[Honestly, any reminders of his old master aside, he's spent four centuries listening to this waily goddamn song and he's just sick of it. So during the weekend, if anybody comes across him while the song is going, they'll find him pulling up bushes with his bare hands to look behind them and kicking around any spot where a phonograph could be hiding, trying to get it. And Envy will absolutely recruit passersby to help him out.]
[If the song isn't playing at the moment and providing a distraction, he'll be wandering around anywhere, still in the oddly subdued mood he's been in the past few weeks.]
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[He tries to get out of the way, but the spikes catch him in one leg. Envy practically snarls at Ed, wrenching the limb free painfully before Ed has a chance to do something ELSE.]
You won't get another chance to do that! You've gotten older, and I've only gotten better!
[He didn't throw Ed very far away, close enough to use that momentum to get over and aim a kick with that ruined leg directly at Ed's gut. It'll hurt his own leg like hell, but the limb is healing and enough of a club. Envy's not exactly feeling picky about his blunt force trauma right now.]
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[Ed coughs and pushes himself back up, but is caught by that kick and goes rolling again. This time he's actually able to get to his feet and snarls before charging back in with a stab aimed right for Envy's throat.]
I'm not that old yet!
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Damn it--!
[Of course, he can't give much more of a comeback with that blade through his throat. Fuck. He sends a poorly aimed fist swinging in Ed's direction, but after a few seconds of bloody gurgling, he's down for the count.]
[MINUS ONE (1) LIFE]
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[A whole fucking lot of not that.]
[He steps away for a moment, breathing heavily and staring down at Envy before he starts viciously kicking the homunculus in the sides and face. Violence is a version of PTSD therapy, right guys?]
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[But while getting kicked isn't fun, Envy keeps playing dead even after he's awake again. No, he's going to wait for that injury to heal, wait for the right moment.]
[When he sees Ed's leg coming at his face again, his arm shoots out with that superhuman speed and grabs at his ankle so that he can swing Ed right around and smash him into the ground again.]
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[Envy lets Ed kick him as he quickly gets to his own feet; it's not doing anything to stop him. He still hasn't let go of Ed's ankle, holding it up to keep Ed from gaining his own feet, and that's got to make it more difficult to kick him with enough force.]
[Envy aims a few sharp kicks of his own at Ed's side, grinning viciously, before suddenly dropping Ed's ankle and crouching to partly kneel on Ed's chest, one knee digging into his stomach and the other foot stepping on his flesh-and-blood hand. He holds the automail arm down with one hand. He doesn't want Ed transmuting.]
Looks like you're not doing so well, Edward.
[It would be so easy to just kill him. Nobody's around to see, and Ed's not a permanent resident. Nobody would find out after the fact, especially not if he hid the body. It would be satisfying as hell.]
[Wouldn't it?]
[Now that he's actually got Ed down...he's not so certain. He'd been certain, once. Back when the only person who was important enough to influence him was Dante.]
[Had killing his half-brother even been his intention, when he started this fight? He'd wanted to kick Ed around, sure, he'd wanted the chance to take out his anger and grief on someone he already hated. Who he still hates. What is he doing?]
[How would France look at him, if he could see this? How would Heather, or Tulio or Henry? 'Even you deserve help.']
[For a moment, the uncertainty shows through, replacing the sneer on his face. Then he scowls, frustrated and furious...and lets go, stands up, and takes a few steps back.]
Tch, I've won, I'm done here.
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[What little breath he'd caught is forced out again when Envy drops and pins him, and despite the hopelessness he still struggles, fighting like a rabbit with it's foot in a snare. It's an apt description for him right now, and whether it's the blow to the head or something else he's back in that ballroom, back below Central City looking into a face too much like his own as something sharp and smooth punches clear through him and Al, he has to save Al, he can't let him die too, this isn't right it isn't right--]
[Edward cries out and scrambles back in sheer terror when Envy let's him go, heart pounding painfully in his chest as he stares in confusion. The differences in what happened and what he knew should be happening right now, what his brain very nearly thinks did happen again are jamming up the metaphorical gears, leaving him staring wide eyed with confusion for a few moments.]
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[Maybe later he'll remember that Envy backed away. But right now? He's just running on blind rage.]
[The yell that tears itself out of Alphonse Elric's throat is nothing short of a god's burning fury, every last bit of the wrath in his being focused on one, singular target.]
ENVY!!
[The spear is flung with amazing force and speed right for Envy's head, and Alphonse himself isn't far behind ready to force it the rest of the way through if it doesn't do the job.]
[Envy, you're about to have a very bad day.]
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[It's why he doesn't leave right away, even though he's not so sure he wants to be here anymore. And it's why he's still standing there when that spear comes flying out of nowhere.]
[He doesn't have time to get out of the way, even with the warning of that shout.]
[The spear buries itself in his head without needing any further help, and he drops like a rock.]