All grown up...

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

[Half a step ago, this Edward was walking along the streets of Central, on his way to Gracia's house. When his foot hits the pavement, he is still walking along the streets of Central...but those streets have changed, and something is very wrong.]

[Startled, then alarmed, he looks left and right, turns in a circle, darts down an alley that didn't exist a second ago to search there. He's recognizably Edward Elric, but older, in his mid-twenties at least, with the strong jaw and broad shoulders of a young man. And he's tall. There's no dodging the fact, even as his shoulders hunch and his golden eyes start to flash with fear. Spotting the nearest passerby, he shouts with a note of panicky fury in his voice:]

Where the hell are my kids?!

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This Greed is from 15ish years post-canon, derp |D;

[unclegreed.livejournal.com]

Oi, you don't know yet? [Sigh. What a hassle.]

Yeah, I'm alive. It's a long story.

Gotcha. :D

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

It would be.

[He pauses--part of him wants to ask, but the rest of him is still too busy worrying. They can catch up later.] Look, have you seen a couple of kids anywhere?

[unclegreed.livejournal.com]

...Oh, your kids. No, I haven't seen them around here. Sorry.

But- I've been looking for a kid myself. Maybe we can help each other search, eh?

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

A kid, huh? Yours, or somebody else's? [He was under the impression that homunculi couldn't have kids, but...a lot of what he used to think of as fact is being trampled on today.]

[unclegreed.livejournal.com]

Not mine. He's- Ling's. It's important I find him.

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

Hah! Ling had a kid? Pull the other one!

...wait. But you're...and Ling...? How does that work?

[unclegreed.livejournal.com]

[lineface.]

Honestly, I'm not sure how it works. One minute I'm 'dead', next thing I know I'm in the middle of the desert two years later. That was some thirteen years ago, now.

But like I said, it's a long story. Now if you don't mind, I've got a prince I need to find.

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

A pr--oh. [Of course, any offspring of Ling's would be a prince, now that Ling has upgraded to Grand Kibosh and all.]

How old is he? Ling's brat, I mean.

[unclegreed.livejournal.com]

He's, uh... about twelve. Looks a good deal like his dad, too. [faint smile, though it doesn't last long.]

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

Twelve?!

[Ed had been picturing a chubby Ling-toddler in too many robes, wobbling around conning too many sweets out of everybody by threatening to (pretend to) cry.]