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[drownsinflowers]

So things collect dust when they've been left a long for a while--

but this.

[Sigh.]

and for what? A visitors event?

... With all memories in tact.

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[makethisreal]

Then you wouldn't be happy to go back?

[drownsinflowers]

[Oh, hello Ed-- ]

It's all a little much to take in.

[makethisreal]

[This is not the alchemist you are looking for.]

Were you there long?

[drownsinflowers]

[Oh no?]

A few years, and it's been a few years.

[makethisreal]

[Not unless you like your alchemists a little on the dead side.]

The friends you've made are still there, now?

[drownsinflowers]

[Ah. Like that. As much as-- No, dead isn't good.]

Many of them. One in particular.

It'll be interesting.

[makethisreal]

[Not really. But he restored his brother and almost made it to 30 - not many complaints there.]

Have you been anywhere else, since?

[He catches the 'one in particular' line, and connects the dots in the only way he's really familiar with. But he'll file that away for now. Maybe ask later, if he's feeling nosy enough.]

[fuckyobancouch]

Huh. You another one gettin' thrown in that hole?

[drownsinflowers]

[... Then it depends on which way you look like it?]

Quite literally nowhere.

[He doesn't seem too happy with that either. Get no ideas about feeling nosy, either.]

Been spending your time well?

[makethisreal]

[Apparently he was the ONLY ONE at peace with his dying. You know how that goes.]

Then it's been a long time since you've seen any of your friends.

[He sounds legitimately disappointed over this.]

I live in Fake Central with Roy. He's- new and not the one from my world... but I've been there a few years.

[A smirk.] I'm not good for 'real' games, apparently.



[B-but. Nosy is what he does best.]

[drownsinflowers]

... You're headed to Adstringendum?

[drownsinflowers]

[How could you ever be at peace with anything, Edward?

Even if he might have liked to see that.]

It has.

[Why... are you looking like that?

and what?]

'Fake' Central? Some kind of parallel?

[Nosy is what you need to stop being. Oh wait. -_-]

[fuckyobancouch]

That I am! Charmin' place, visited it once before back when it was on the other place an' got involved'n a life an' death struggle. As ya do.

[thirdchance]

Hopefully leaving it won't be hard on your friends there, Colonel.

[drownsinflowers]

Ah.

Before things changed up. Seems there's been plenty of change to note, too. As you do.

How long ago was it for you?

[drownsinflowers]

I don't think I can do any more damage.

[Even if it wasn't exactly his fault, no just that woman who 'controls' him. Thank you.]

[thirdchance]

How long has it been since they've seen you then?

[drownsinflowers]

A little over a year.

Stagnating.

[Not even a soul to play chess with. Not when he's sharing head space with idiots.]

[fuckyobancouch]

Aaah... two years, now. Yerself?

[drownsinflowers]

... Then our paths must have crossed.

A little over a year.

[fuckyobancouch]

Ah, but I was jes' there's a visitor last time 'round. Not a permanent resident, haven't ever been one a' those.

[makethisreal]

[He had a long time to accept it?

Don't know if the whole watching him die thing is up your alley.]

It'll be nice to see them again, then. Right?

[He's practically grinning at that. C'mon Roy, be a little optimistic.]

Yes, it's- a rift. That pulls people in from other worlds.

[Not that he seems remotely disturbed by that.]

It's gotten quiet... but a lot of us still live there.

[:<]

[thirdchance]

Perhaps it won't be so bad then, Colonel. They might have gotten over your absence.

[Too much chess in this head.]

[endureandwait]

Oh? You're going back?

[followstheflame]

[Hesitantly.]

We'll just have to brush you off, Sir.