[Edward's eyes flicker around and take in the gouge marks, the too-new door and window frames. It's too much to be any normal occurrance, he can tell that much. Something had happened recently, whether against just Greed or to all of the transformed. Somehow he has a feeling it's more of the former--he can't imagine the local populace would put up with monsters lurking around in their midst without something breaking.]
[He hides a grimace at the gesturing tendril (he knows it's hardly Stocke's fault, but cripes), and steps into the bar cautiously. He only ever saw the original Devil's Nest once, but this place is similar enough to ring with familiarity in his mind. The clientele certainly brings a shock (is that a spider-person over there?!), but his attention is drawn quickly to those ringing steps, the too-familiar boots that lead the descend of the homunculus into view.]
[Edward's eyes go wide as he takes in the changes, both physical and less-than-so. Good fucking god, is the man on fire? And the horns, wings and tail; it's almost too surreal, seeing Greed so very different and yet...still oddly himself. He doesn't miss the healing damage, another piece of that puzzle of recent events, but for now he sets that fact aside. Catching up on just what went down here still might well not even happen, once Greed realizes who it is that's come calling.]
You really are here!
[He strides several steps further into the bar before he stops short, his expression a mix of guilt and relief. What should he even say right now? 'I'm sorry I killed you?' 'It sucks you're some demonic-type freak, but at least you're alive again?' Is there anything he could say, after what happened?]
let me know if I messed up any details!
[He hides a grimace at the gesturing tendril (he knows it's hardly Stocke's fault, but cripes), and steps into the bar cautiously. He only ever saw the original Devil's Nest once, but this place is similar enough to ring with familiarity in his mind. The clientele certainly brings a shock (is that a spider-person over there?!), but his attention is drawn quickly to those ringing steps, the too-familiar boots that lead the descend of the homunculus into view.]
[Edward's eyes go wide as he takes in the changes, both physical and less-than-so. Good fucking god, is the man on fire? And the horns, wings and tail; it's almost too surreal, seeing Greed so very different and yet...still oddly himself. He doesn't miss the healing damage, another piece of that puzzle of recent events, but for now he sets that fact aside. Catching up on just what went down here still might well not even happen, once Greed realizes who it is that's come calling.]
You really are here!
[He strides several steps further into the bar before he stops short, his expression a mix of guilt and relief. What should he even say right now? 'I'm sorry I killed you?' 'It sucks you're some demonic-type freak, but at least you're alive again?' Is there anything he could say, after what happened?]