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[alchemyxfreak]

[Ed pulled the door of the shop he just exited shut before starting down the street, slipping his hands into his pockets as he strolled casually on his way before pausing - looking around almost in horror as he stopped short. He composed himself, checking his reflection in the nearest window - lifting a hand to the X shaped mark still on his cheek with a sigh before turning to take in the streets of Central as if he'd never seen them before.]

This place again.

[Because if the mark is still there - which it is - he can't be home, which left only one other option. Well, one option that he was aware of at least... Fake Central.]

What now..?