Despite what he says, homeless forever.

[containments]

"Mundane," is it? Such a horrible title. I understand full well where it's come from; that doesn't make it any less horrible. If anything, it makes it worse.

Mundane. No aspirations. Worthless. Boring. Surviving through your dull little life while the others and I actually live for you.

This is how I see it - you're trapped in your mediocrity, I'm trapped in this prison you call a headspace. We're going to have to trust each other, as loathe as I am to say it. You already know my potential. Show me yours. Release me, and I'll release you. Do you understand?

While we're at it, I'll have to give you a new title; you're embarrassing both of us with that one. Don't worry. I'll make it one you'll like.

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[alchimia]

[ ....this is so weird. It can't be Envy and it's definitely no Hohenheim, so... who is this guy. Alphonse and Alfons was bad enough... ]

[containments]

[Please. He'll thank you to not insult him by bringing Envy into consideration at all; Hoenheim is...closer, at least.

He remembers you, of course; even if he didn't, blood has a way of recognizing itself in others. So to speak.]

Returned, have you?

[His voice is cold, almost bored-sounding. It doesn't match how his eyes burn.]

[alchimia]

[ Hey, totes not his fault the Envy from his "verse" looked so much like Hohenheim...

And now he's even more weirded out, unsettled because this person sharing his features like a broken, distorted mirror knows him. It's not even the same kind of reflection that he'd seen between Alfons and Al, or even between himself and his double in London. This is something different. ]

Who the hell are you?

[containments]

[His expression twists a bit at that, mild agitation making itself rather clear for a moment; it's the look of a prince being spoken to by someone far below his station. Not quite into "how dare you" territory, but really.

Really.]

You are the son of Hoenheim, aren't you?

[alchimia]

[ The look is completely disregarded because by this time, he's been on the receiving end of those kinds of looks often enough that it no longer affects him. Coupled with the stubborn Elric pride, he's not about to let some jerk that happens to remind him strongly of Envy's true form him throw him off. Especially not when he knows Envy is dead. ]

Yeah, I am. Now why don't you tell me who you are and why you look like me.

[moremoremore]

Good idea. Let yourself get released to whatever horrible fate I left you to.

[containments]

I don't expect you to understand exactly what it is you've done, but believe me, it isn't what you seem to think.

[moremoremore]

Really? Pretty sure I left you in the perfect position for the Fullmetal kid to finish you off, Pops.

[hands4healing]

...Mr. Hohenheim...?

[slave_number_23]

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At this rate, Hohenheim is seriously considering just copyrighting his own damn face, why the blazes are so many people copying it?


And who the hell is this guy? ]

[overshadow]

[W
DAD YOU'RE ALMOST NEVER IN THIS PLACE WHAT THE FUCK no okay, a serious response

he may be from some twenty-odd chapters before FATHER THE NIPPLELESS WONDER, but the presence is undeniable and immediately recognizable; it's him, the only one Pride reveres. and in this state... that must mean--]

Father. [of course, there was never any doubt that the Promised Day would occur, and what else could have caused this transformation in particular? even so, it's quite the sight. he can hardly wait to witness it with his own eyes.] I regret to say it's been a while.

[braided_icarus]

Because you did such a great job with Hohenheim's name, right?

[You really must have hated him to give him such a ridic and long name, dude.]