damned_institute | Day 22: Brunch

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Day 22: Brunch

Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.

Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.

Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.

He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.

He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.

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Meat looked like a safe choice. Envy hadn't eaten out of necessity since he developed enough to thrive on the stones, and as such any concern for nutritional variation he might have had was completely forsaken in favor of a recreational fondness for tastes that suited his more predatory nature. Eating for show while pretending to be human at some rendezevous with another homunculus or at one of Dante's disgustingly lavish parties was made more enjoyable when he could enjoy a little trickle of blood from a sliver of rare steak.

The crowd in the cafeteria unnerved him. He didn't like the idea of being among humans, especially with the recent realization that he had suddenly become little more than they were... but they seemed such a strange assorted lot. Odd features here and there; some of them seeming otherwordly or at the very least not normal. Perhaps this was how asylums were (He had assumed this place to be either that or a penitentiary, but the presence nurses suggested the former) on the inside; all of the screwups and misfits who didn't fit in the sugary mold of human society. Pathetic.

But some of the faces... he couldn't help but think they were familiar. And then he saw-

He dropped the tongs from his bandaged hand.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit! No way. No fucking way! The fucker was dead! For sure! He'd done it himself!

Oh God...

He suddenly realized in a mix of seething rage and sheer horror what this was- that little bastard had lied to him about the Gate- about the other side!

"I'm in Hell."

Hughes was picking at his food, looking altogether rather unconcerned. Impatient perhaps, because he honestly did have a good deal of things he wanted to get done while he had the time. After brunch brought those damned family visits, and now that he'd heard what had happened in the chapel...

He wanted someone to tell him what had happened. And then he needed to catch up with Alfons, and with Roy, and probably with Reno again.... there was too damn much to do and not nearly enough time to do it in.

Every now and again he glanced up to scan the mess hall, looking for familiar faces. He knew who he could count on to show up, but there were some....

His eyes caught sight of a figure - that was, actually looking at him - and his eyes first widened and then narrowed - curiously, cautiously. He felt a smal shiver run along his spine, that feeling that had always been described as someone walking over your grave.

For a moment, he wished he wasn't sitting by himself.

It took a second of shock for Envy to realize there was somebody behind him who was impatiently waiting, and he quickly resumed picking up a few sausages with the most normalcy he could muster, casting a guarded glance over his shoulder as he moved along. He hadn't quite thought through what he was going to do here; had supposed he would just keep to himself until he A- ran into Hohenheim around this place and managed to consume the man's heart while he watched or B- found a way to escape and find a way to point A. He hadn't counted on seeing other familiar faces. The idea that maybe this was a sick kind of afterlife (Though one with pancakes, strangely) worried him at first until he realized that meant the bastard was probably here as well. Meaning he had already died. But! He would have a little devil by his side to personally ensure eternal suffering. Even better than doing the killing honors himself! He grinned at the thought as he pretended to poke over a few fruits.

But so long as there were others here... he had to make the best of the situation. Well, not that he really cared that much about the surrounding 'patients'. They could all just... er, die... again... for all he cared. But this familiar face... not one he might have expected in the darker afterlife. After all for being such a goddamn shiny national hero and papa, he deserved the wings, halo, and harp, by proper standards. But there remained the puzzle of how to figure out if that really was him, and for that matter how to approach him without coming off as-

ha ha, very funny.

Well, he couldn't change forms anymore, so the disguise option was out the window.

He then remembered, as he found a mug of hot water and tea (tea was a good neutralizer; it made dark discussions seem so innocent and civil. Great for putting people at unmerited ease), the way he had seen some of the others, the newest Lust for the most part, behave at times when they were reminded...

His lips formed a smirk as he dropped a sugar cube into his mug, just because it was there.

He approached the man, putting on his best 'vulnerably tortured but brave' smile and stopped beside his table.

"Hey, I know this is going to come off sounding like I'm- heh heh, well I guess we all seem kind of crazy in this place. Comes with the territory. But... How do I put this?" He bit his lip, 'brave' smile waning into perfectly calculated , "I think I remember you. I mean I feel like I knew you once... like a vague memory of someone else's life... A memory that isn't mine. I don't know if you've ever felt that way."

He let a predicatble pause ensue, to which he rushedly added another forced laugh and waved,

"I know, I know, I sound weird. But, well, that's how I noticed you, and I saw you were alone, so... may I sit here?"

Hughes just stared, rather blankly. Almost as if he didn't exactly understand what was being said to him. Was he very much confused, or was he slowly losing his mind?

"Uh..." Hughes tried to form a coherent response. It was too early for this. "What...?"

He was really too thrown off to be immediately angry or offended. He knew - or thought he knew, anyway - exactly who was currently pestering him. So the questioned remained - was he making a very big mistake, or was he being played with?

He didn't really feel up to dealing with the latter, which he was inclined to believe was the case. He wanted to know about the chapel, he wanted to get organized, he didn't want to be chatted up by the bastard that had killed him. He remembered that Envy - an Envy, since people seemed to come and go like customers through a revolving door - had been here before, but that had been so long ago and it hadn't even been the Envy from his world. Whoever this was, it obviously wasn't that one.

But that didn't mean much of anything in this place, and he was just going to confuse himself.

"Alright, cut the friendly, buddy-buddy crap. It's not gonna work with me. What do you want?"

Envy frowned and sighed. The handle of his tea mug was hot enough now to hurt his fingers, and he supressed a wince.

"I want to know where the hell I am," He said crossly, "Or who the hell I am. Or... fuck, I don't know. My name is- they're telling me my name is William, but I don't even remember any of the things they're telling me supposedly make up my life. I don't remember much of anything else either, really; just vague flashes here and there. I thought maybe someone around here would relate to that; after all this is a damn nuthouse." He tapped a slippered foot in genuine annoyance, resisting the urge to fling scalding tea if he didn't get some sort of answers, "Are you sure we didn't know each other before? Friends, neighbors, something?" He preempted any denial of permisson and clattered his plate down on the table, sitting opposite of Maes, fixing a solid glare.

"I need to know who I am."

"Huh."

Hughes sat back, watching his unexpected table guest with a long, appraising look. He could very well be simply being played, he knew that. But...

This damn place did mess with people. There was a chance, an honest chance, that he was being told the truth. And if it was the truth, and he didn't share some info... well, he'd feel like a real bastard. And it wasn't like Envy couldn't get the same stuff from Hughes from someone else. It wouldn't hurt to give him the heads up on this place.

"Alright." He nodded. "Okay, I'll give you some answers. This place? It's not a mental institute, it just pretends to be one. It takes people somehow, locks us up here, and uses us as human lab rats. Or... whatever you may happen to be." He nodded his head, allowing for the fact that Envy wasn't human. "We don't know how they do it or why, but they're powerful. At night, they turn us loose and there's monsters all over. That's the abridged version." He took a bite of his breakfast and fixed another piercing look on the sin.

"As for how we know each other... you killed me."

Roy shot up in his bed, fingers clenching against the sheets of his bed as he breathed hoarsely.

What...? It was day again? But he'd just - he'd just! Slowly, the alchemist allowed himself to calm down, letting his muscles loosen as he glanced at his lap, where his keyring was lying. He snatched it and shoved it into his pocket quickly, then stood from his bed and dusted himself off.

He had found a door, one that had actually opened. He knew where it was, and he even knew which key he'd used. Roy had to tell someone, and fast; it was too much trying to keep that sort of information to himself. It had been so long since they had made any progress...

Of course Hughes was the one he wanted to confide in; not to mention he had to check and see what had happened with Heiderich. Waiting impatiently for the nurse, he glanced around and finally noticed how his room had changed. Someone was going to be staying with him now? They must have run out of space. He wasn't too perturbed by the unexplainable change, since it had happened so many times before.

His nurse entered and he quickly moved toward her, eager to get to the cafeteria.

"My, my, Mr. Wilson. You really did sleep in this morning."

Roy blinked. Had he missed breakfast, then? He didn't care particularly much about that, he just need to get to Hughes, so he shrugged and the nurse escorted him without another word.

When they ended up in the cafeteria anyway, he was a little confused. He hadn't overslept at all! Well, he wasn't going to worry about it. He scanned the room for Hughes, and found him easily enough, but the news he had been so eager to share was forgotten when he realized who he was speaking to.

Envy. Not the same one who had been here before, most likely, but it was still the homunculus who had killed his friend. Roy balled his fists and seethed, but he had the foresight to arrange his bangs over his homunculus eye before approaching the two.

He drew up behind Hughes and placed a hand on the man's shoulder in support. He glared at the sin. "What are you doing?" he asked, tone sharp and cold.

Envy nodded a few times as he listened to Hughes, raising an eyebrow as if he was having difficulty believing all this. He blinked a little at whatever Hughes' implication was about being human, passed it off, and frowned in proper abhorrance of the prospect of human experimentaton.

He began to raise his steaming tea cup to his lips just as his tablemate said that final thing and the tea's journey was aborted as he took his turn to play the role of utter confusion.

"Wh-..." He set the mug down, "Do you mean... I tried to kill you?"

He noticed the third party approaching them and looked taken aback by his hostility.

"... talking. God, is everyone here this hostile?"

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Hughes glanced up when Roy came over, grateful for the other man's presence and small show of support. He was watching the sin closely, critically, the same way he'd watch a suspect in interrogation.

"It's fine, Roy," he said, but there was a strange note to his voice. "And I think we're actually playing a little game here, but hey, who knows?" He gave Envy a very wry, none-too-friendly smile.

"And no, I mean you killed me. And I'm pretty damn sure you remember. So let's drop the act and go about this like normal people, alright? If you can do anything like a normal person."

It was just like what Dante had tried. The innocent, amnesia act. Well, Roy wasn't going to fall for that. This homunculus, even if he looked no older than a teenager and was good at pretending he was someone he wasn't, was not to be trusted.

The fact that Hughes had even been indulging him was upsetting. His grip on the man's shoulder tightened. He was trying to hold back.

"You killed him," he repeated. "You killed him. So just get the hell away from us." He hadn't meant for it to come out that way - the use of 'us' was a little awkward and could be taken the wrong (or right?) way, but he was too angry to think about those things at the moment.

He was holding back now, but Roy wasn't sure if he'd be able to manage that much if he came across Envy during nightshift.

Greed, however, wasn't the kind to hold back under any circumstances.

Especially not these.

"You little bitch." He found himself growling through a wide grin as he allowed his shield to consume the uninjured of his two hands. Of all the the people in all the worlds, he had to show up in this nuthouse. Mustang had been a weird coincidence, sheet-guy had been annoying as hell, the Elric kid had been fun to mess with, but this?

Greed couldn't decide if this was some kind of joke or a fucking godsend. Chances were that the asshole's defenses were way down, and if that was the case... Hell, maybe he'd be able to kick his ass with one hand tied behind his back. Or in a sling. What the fuck have you.

He charged towards Envy, swiping black claws towards the side of the other homunculus' head.

Envy, fortunately for him at least, had not lost his acute intuition and reflexes. So with a few miliseconds to spare, though with possible a few fringe hairs lost from the act, he leaned out of the other homunculus' lunge just in time, rolling out of his seat and letting Greed hit the table.

"HEY!" He yelled, still gripping a fork with a small breakfast sausage impaled on the end, "What gives? I'm trying to eat some sausage and have a conversation, thank you very much!"

He quickly analyzed Greed's appearance; so that dickhead was here too, eh? It figured, what with him having died and all. He had to have been made human as well if he was here, or maybe this was Envy's personal hell in exchange for being sent to Haunt that Bastard's (supposed) personal hell. An eye for an eye.

Heh. Let's see if he likes this fucking fork in his.

He held out the indicated utensil in front of him, and poised to spring he...

Called out for an orderly. Places like this were organized, right? They could have him put away in a snap. 'Monsters, my ass...'

He grinned in the trail of his unexpected action, awaiting the security that would come to the aid of a poor patient who was attacked unprovoked, but kept his fork (and sausage) pointed at Greed.

"Don't think I can't use this thing to mince up your ugly face, because I will!"

Hughes had decided it was official. Brunch was a wash. As soon as Greed showed up, he gave up any hope of salvaging the meal. Maybe the two sins would go off and leave him and Roy alone.

Clearly, no such luck. It looked like Envy wasn't liked even by his own kind. Sighing, Hughes moved to stand. As much as he would have been happy to let the two sins beat each to bloody pulps, that was going to grab the attention of the staff...

Too late. Had Envy actually just screamed out for the staff? What the hell was wrong with him? Though... objectionally looking at it, it was a pretty good tactic. The damn sin was smart. Smarter than Hughes had originally given him credit for. He glanced up and caught Roy's eyes - or attempted to. He'd have to step more carefully around Envy than he'd thought.

It wasn't long at all before a rather harried looking nurse showed up, storming over with a look that clearly said she had had enough.

Greed had come out of nowhere, and Roy was almost surprised by the fact that he wasted no time in lunging at Envy. So there was bad blood between them, was there? Somehow, that didn't surprise him. The homunculi seemed like they could clash rather easily, even if they had so many things in common.

However, seeing Greed attack so relentlessly made something stir in him. Couldn't he do the same? Why was he holding back, anyway? He felt the urge gather up in his chest and was overwhelmed by the need to tear the shapeshifter apart with his claws--

No. No, no, no. What was he, stupid? No, he was Roy Mustang, and Roy Mustang knew better than to attack the homunculus in the middle of the cafeteria. That could potentially land him in solitary for the day. And if Greed wasn't careful, that was exactly what was going to happen to him.

When Envy yelled for a nurse, Roy felt his anger resurface, but forced it down again. Only a coward would resort to that tactic, but either way, it meant trouble. Glancing at Hughes, he looked almost apologetic, but he quickly turned his attention on Greed, pulling up behind him and placing his hands on the man's shoulders. What he hadn't expected was what he felt upon making contact. Being part-alchemist and part-homunculus, he was overwhelmed by the hardened power beneath Greed's skin, a power that he now shared.

He wanted to pull away, but forced himself to maintain contact. "Calm down," he hissed, more for Greed's sake than his own. He wasn't sure why he was sticking his neck out for the man, but the deed had been done.

"What is going on here?" the nurse asked.

Before anyone (including Envy) could say anything, Roy provided a response. "It's nothing, miss. We had a misunderstanding, but it's been cleared up now." He made sure to sound as gallant and charming as possible, which, considering who he was, was nothing to sneeze at.

A flurry of thoughts and emotions ran through Greed's head as the scene before him quickly went to shit. Envy had enough sense in him to dodge the blow, insult him, and be the conniving bastard he was and call nurses on him instead of fighting things out. Greed scowled murderously at the asshole's smug face, rationalizing for a moment that he should just attack Envy and do what damage he could if the bitch had already sold him out.

Then he felt the hand on his shoulder and tensed, assuming it was some orderly ready to kick his ass if he didn't cooperate. As he snapped his head to the side and turned his body slightly in a stance to take on both Envy and this new threat, he found that the newcomer wasn't a staff member at all, but instead his lucky ace.

Greed could already tell what the colonel was doing, and he smirked a wary grin that reflected his unease with the situation. Appeasing authority was never a viable option in his book, but he guessed that with the pussy tactics that Envy seemed so keen on using, he'd might have to learn a few new tricks before he busted out of here for good. Although his body remained tense and his voice dripped with distaste, he looked the nurse in the eye.

"Yeah," he said, eyes sliding over to meet Envy's in a pointed glare. "All cleared up."

The nurse seemed to glance between the two obvious troublemakers and sighed, shaking her head.

"All right," she murmured before shaking her finger admonishingly. "But make sure it stays that way! I'll make sure we keep a close eye on you two. After all, we can't have violence, can we?"

"We can, but you can't." Greed looked back towards the nurse, leering at her with narrowed eyes. "Don't worry. We know the drill."

The nurse seemed a little taken aback and fairly dissatisfied with the response, though her mouth remained tight-lipped. However, it seemed she accepted it as the best she would get, and simply shook her head and turned away, looking for two of the burlier orderlies to alert should another fight break loose in the cafeteria.

Hmph. Envy smiled smugly and brushed himself off, remarking on how nice and efficient the system was; very good at squashing out violent attempts by patients. It was nice to know. He was sure the Colonel, who had looked about ready to burst a vein in his repressed urge to throttle the cheeky androgyne, heard that as a warning. And it pissed him off even more. Delightful.

He observed the sets of glaring eyes that surrounded him, completely unthreatened by the fact that the odds were so stacked against him. He had advantage over these creatures, each one; always had and always would. He knew their weaknesses, and that they were all cursed with a shorter fuse than he had on all accounts but one single weak subject that Envy was smart enough not to divulge to anyone who was not sure to die soon after. He had only his one great wound; an ancient one, aged and refined to something properly epic; an anger worthy of centuries of fermentation. These humans and lone homunculus were open sores. Greed was far less obviously so, but he had his thin points, and as illustrated, he could be quick to rash anger to a far more liberal range of stimuli than Envy had.

This wasn't to say that Envy wasn't fond of a good tantrum here and there; wanton violence was great fun. But only one thing ever provoked him to honest passion- to vulnerability, and that was not to be a subject broached here.

He calmly seated himself, testing the cooling tea with disturbing civility. This faking act was a pretty weak one to begin with, he decided, and it had grown rather stale, as had the initial twitching urge to have a good little spat with Greed. He didn't want to take risks with his weakened body until he knew its limits entirely, and besides- it was an often overlooked fact that words could do more damage, and the truth be far more scathing than deception.

"You are far too good at sniffing out lies, Major- I mean, Brigadier General. That, of course, was why I had to do it," He made a trivial motion with his forefinger, leaving out the sound effect of 'bang' as a moot implication, "Nothing personal, really. Sure, I wasn't fond of you, but I was just following orders." His smiling slitted eyes slipped sharply towards the overly defensive looking Mustang, "I'm sure you know all about that sort of thing."

He returned to his cool collected speech, "Just as you suggested, sir. Let us discuss this as normal civil humans. I'm sure it'll be great table conversation to describe just what it feels like to die. For that matter- why do you suppose it is that we're all here? You can't really think it's something so surface-value literal as us being hospital experiments, can you? I would have thought better of such a successful investigative officer."

(ooc- following up with a second post- TL;DR, yanno? Envy has a bit more to say, so hold on.)

"Isn't it obvious? That big old H-E Double Toothpicks, for you family types," He almost seemed to wink, "The place where all we sins and sinners are destined to go upon our demise," His gaze slid over to Greed, "Obviously for us- half dead defective garbage to begin with- we weren't destined for any other place to begin with. Of course I know even if we weren't I've earned my seat for an eternal inferno grill, and am damn proud of it."

He took his time to sip the tea again, pulling at the bag intermittently and frowning at he bitter infusion, as if that would change it to a better grade.

"Of course, there are plenty of ways to earn your damnation, be it in a fiery lava pit or an overly sterile nut house that serves waffles and stitches smiley faces on the patient uniforms- stuck with the delusion that there are monsters after you and that 'the man' is just decieving you and telling you you're a regular hallucinating crazy." This time his grin- not yet toothy, though slowly evolving in that direction, was directed towards Mustang, "Things you've done that you simply can't change. I'm sure you, for example, Mister highly decorated war hero, have plenty of baby-killing stories to pass the time around the proverbial hell campfire." He knew he was pushing it and he loved the thrill, in addition to the fact that- saving what they might do to him before an orderly swept in and put the offender away for a long time, they couldn't act on their burning desires to hurt him. Not now.

He practically slithered to stand and slide into a seated position on the table, in love with how disgusted they all were with him for saying these things that were in all likelihood true, and he crossed his legs nonchalantly, sipping again at his simple white mug.

"But you know- that's where the curiosity got me. That's where, if I may be perfectly honest, like a 'normal human' just as you requested, I have to wonder, now. How does a veritable saint- a do-gooder hero; father and protective figure, a well loved community family man, someone who did all of those things practically guaranteed to grant you a full immunity- wind up in hell with the rest of us despicable screwups?"

He leaned in, then, towards Maes, not so close that it warranted an all out declaration of space-invasion, but close enough to make that Roy bastard practically steam with protective righteous anger,

"To be separated from your lovely wife. Your sweet, innocent little daughter. For all eternity. What kind of grave sin does someone have to commit to nullify all those good deeds and earn that punishment? What-" He smiled, his tone rife with venomous implications- "Or who- could possibly be worth that?"

He pulled away, casually passing it off with a tactile, "I wonder..."

"You shut the hell up."

Hughes had been keeping a level head, keeping himself relatively grounded - stiff and clearly on the defensive, but calm and in control of himself. But now? Now, as the sin continued to speak, dropped all pretenses, showed his true colors... now Hughes was beginning to lose his temper.

He had shifted much of the blame onto Dante, after seeing the woman himself, seeing what a twisted excuse for a human being she really was. And despite intelligence and a logical mind, Maes was human and wanted to place blame. Envy, by sheer reason on non-proximity, had been more or less forgotten.

Not anymore. Not now. Hughes' face tightened, as did his fists. He remembered all too clearly that night - for him, it had happened but a few weeks ago. What that bastard did, how he did it...

And that the sin would have the audacity to speak of his family! It made his stomach twist in a way that told him brunch was most definitely over for him. He clenched his teeth together tightly, his body rigid as he fought to remain in his seat.

It wasn't that Hughes believed anything Envy was saying - he didn't believe in hell, and if he did, he knew it wouldn't be this place. This place was run by humans, not demons. But it didn't matter. He didn't care about much of what Envy said, except the parts that pertained to him.

He was seeing red by the time the sin finally shut up.

"You shut the hell up and you get the hell away from us. Now." Before Maes lost his temper and tried to throttle the son of a bitch right over the breakfast table.

At least Greed hadn't screwed things up and the nurse had gone off without much of a fuss. He removed his hands from the homunculus and took a step back. Even though Roy was one of the patients who had been at Landel's the longest without having his memories wiped, he had stayed out of solitary. He'd rather it stay that way, and the solution was simple - keep all of his violent attacks on other patients to after dinner.

"This isn't hell," Roy grumbled. He was surrounded by people that had died, but he hadn't. He was almost certain of that, though he didn't know why he was so sure. Still, what had happened before he'd been brought here wasn't something that could have killed him. He had been closing the Gate, which was dangerous, maybe, but not life-threatening. It wasn't as if he'd been performing human transmutation...

He wasn't denying that if there was a hell, that he would go there once he died. He would, and he'd be there right along with Envy (and most likely Greed, as well). Roy was trying to make up for what he'd done in the past through his goal of becoming Fuhrer, but he had no delusions that it would absolve him. He wasn't religious, in any case, and doubted there even was a heaven or hell. To continue hypothetically, however, Hughes would most definitely have gone to heaven. Envy could imply as much as he wanted, but there was no truth to what he was saying.

Even though the sin targeted him and touched at his weak spot, it was difficult to take him seriously knowing what he was guilty of. Roy was quickly getting tired of hearing the sin's voice - he realized Hughes was upset, but hoped that the man would come to see that there was no point in letting those words get to him. Still, he did hope Envy would listen to Hughes' demand and leave.

Turning to Greed, he scratched at his head and made sure his bangs were still smoothed over his left eye. "Is he always like this?" he asked under his breath with a sigh.

Greed knew the bitch had always been one to talk, but damn. It was like the bastard had to make up for his lack of a backbone with a bunch of baits and insults, and though Envy usually knew how to rile the other homunculus up, he seemed to be focusing on sheet-guy enough at the moment that Greed could stand back and see how ridiculous the other's tactics were.

Brigadier General, huh? No wonder Greed didn't care for the guy, though if Envy was picking on him, maybe there was something likable to be found in his uptight military face. In any case, Greed was sick and fucking tired of hearing Envy's self-absorbed rambling, and knew that if he interjected, he'd get violent along with it. So, instead, he moved to grab his food tray from the nearby table, (it was lighter than usual for the fact that he only had one hand to carry it with), glaring murder at the other sin's back as he tried to find a seat close enough to him to keep an eye on him but far enough that he couldn't smell his proverbial stench.

Mustang's question found him first, however, and though it caught him off-guard, he smirked in response to it.

"Yeah," he muttered, though his voice was loud enough for the other homunculus to hear. "Bitch, moan, bitch. Or help seal you up for a hundred years. Whatever works to piss you off."

Envy snorted and smirked, raising an eyebrow at their cynicism. They were all too quick to doubt him, not that that was surprising, but it didn't make much of a difference. He knew he was right. The joke was on them either way.

"How else is it that you were dead before but still conscious now?" He asked, "Honestly, you morons are so peurile sometimes. You only believe what your lame grip on 'science' can tell you," He picked up his plate and slid off the table, "Take it from the Gate's own little abomination; there's more to the universe than your limited views on life and death. I know where we are. And your denying it doesn't change that."

He began to walk away, smiling to himself.

"Have fun faking innocence, you two," he called, "Nice to know you're still as impulsive as usual, Greed. We're going to get along so well." He disappeared in the crowd to put away his things and meet up with his nurse like the good little patient he was.

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Day 22: Brunch

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(ooc- following up with a second post- TL;DR, yanno? Envy has a bit more to say, so hold on.)

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