[It's hard not to notice what the thinning smoke reveals on the floor, and Ed makes a doubletake whe he sees the marks left and connects the impossibility of it. It's strange and uncanny, makes no sense at all. But there's no time at the moment to address the damaged floor, or wonder just how Greed hasn't burned this place down yet just by existing. The supernatural wonders of this peninsula just don't ever stop, do they? Edward's eyes flick back up to Greed's and he quickly hides his shock, taking a much longer sip of his drink this time.]
[Greed had damned well better be sharing more than just a glass of this stuff, he is gonna need it.]
Never saw much of a point to being subtle. [He notes the examination, the interest, but given that he's paying just as much attention to Greed himself he doesn't complain. They're both curious, both wanting to know more about the other, the differences from the version they know. Already Edward has a far longer list of differences than simiarities, but given the wildly different origins that's not particularly surprising.] Yeah. You could burn through all their Stones if you were suicidal, but Dante knew an array that could force them out. Me and my bastard of a father are probably the only two left that know it.
[Edward's eyebrows lift higher and higher as Greed explains, and he lets out a low whistle between his teeth. Damn, but that's fucked up.] I can't imagine you were happy once you got those memories back. Hope you gave him hell. [He shakes his head, draining the rest of the glass in a quick gulp and grimace.] I never got a chance to look at her notes or anything, but I know Dante was able to do something a bit more...extreme. She just took everything except the hunger out of Gluttony, left him basically mindless.
[He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow with a faint smirk.] In case it isn't obvious, she was the one playing puppeteer in my world. Her plans were a bit more modest than this 'Father' of yours, though. [He has a feeling Greed would approve of her end goal, at least. Crazy bastard.]
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[Greed had damned well better be sharing more than just a glass of this stuff, he is gonna need it.]
Never saw much of a point to being subtle. [He notes the examination, the interest, but given that he's paying just as much attention to Greed himself he doesn't complain. They're both curious, both wanting to know more about the other, the differences from the version they know. Already Edward has a far longer list of differences than simiarities, but given the wildly different origins that's not particularly surprising.] Yeah. You could burn through all their Stones if you were suicidal, but Dante knew an array that could force them out. Me and my bastard of a father are probably the only two left that know it.
[Edward's eyebrows lift higher and higher as Greed explains, and he lets out a low whistle between his teeth. Damn, but that's fucked up.] I can't imagine you were happy once you got those memories back. Hope you gave him hell. [He shakes his head, draining the rest of the glass in a quick gulp and grimace.] I never got a chance to look at her notes or anything, but I know Dante was able to do something a bit more...extreme. She just took everything except the hunger out of Gluttony, left him basically mindless.
[He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow with a faint smirk.] In case it isn't obvious, she was the one playing puppeteer in my world. Her plans were a bit more modest than this 'Father' of yours, though. [He has a feeling Greed would approve of her end goal, at least. Crazy bastard.]