He aches to open the gate to somehow exchange himself for his brother, but the weight of the watch's message reminds him: He did promise Al to stay alive long enough to learn as much Alchemy as he could in order to find the right answer. He hopes Al will forgive him for the delay, but this form of Alchemy he sees practiced around him is so weird it may actually be helpful.
As the sun rose that morning, he got to thinking, and steadily, the well of anger in his gut rose a notch with every noxious conclusion he found tested true. Right now he feels positively boiling with satisfying rage.
Ed tastes the trace minerals in water from the fountain, and swallows the sweet liquid down before he raises his head from the basin.
His outfit is itchy, rough threads seeking out and prickling at his scars. He warily eyes the thin crowd milling the street as he straightens the open collar of his transmuted white shirt, and then, from long habit, tugs the long sleeves down before smoothing down the front of his transmuted gray vest. It took the majority of the morning, gathering together enough rags, but he feels more like himself.
He is well aware he stands out amongst these desert weirdos who choose to publically walk about in colorful bathrobes, and runs his fingers through his long unruly bangs. They settle mostly down his cheeks and nearly pass his chin. His long single braid drapes down as far as his lower back.
He could take the time to transmute himself a mirror, but he is in a hurry. He glances at the faint reflection he sees from a storefront window, and with a snort, judges himself somewhat presentable.
Good. Even if she's deep undercover, maybe Hawkeye won't shoot him dead on sight.
Ed pockets his hands and narrows his eyes as he scans the crowd. A few dart their eyes away from his gaze as he fumes. All this time. Locked up. In chains. Beaten, and yelled at in this.. this gibberish!
All while they knew that Al was trapped wholly in the white. They all witnessed his brother's sacrifice in that stoopid battle!
Sure, he can see why they'd do that to him. But. How could they do that to his innocent and precious baby brother?!?
Ed lowers his brows, determined to ferret out the freaky mess. Sure, he stumbled upon it only after he was pulled through the damn gate by that thing in the container called "Father". Whatever's going on, it's such a convoluted puzzle, he figures the manipulative bastard himself has to be involved.
Somehow.
He just knows it.
"..and whatever shit Cornell Bastard with-a-god-complex, Roy frekken Mustang, has ordered Hawkeye to do here in the ass end of Xing..." He growls to himself as he clenches the pocket watch in a tight grip.
He doesn't finish the thought aloud, but grins a feral grin as he visualizes quite a few well placed explosions in the Bastard's office. Those equations should be more than sufficient to wipe the smirk off his smug face.
He figures this place doesn't seem that big. He stands in a big courtyard that he estimates to be near the center of the settlement, and it's more like tiny Youswell than bustling Arquoia. He figures all he has to do is find Riza: Ask her straight what the deal is.
He admits that she may not be able to give him real answers, exactly, her orders being whatever they are, but he feels he can trust her.
Well.
More than the Cornell Bastard anyway.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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