Sometimes people leave you, halfway through the wood.

[garbagechild]

Who: Alphonse Elric, Envy, Greed, and Wrath.
Where: An ill-fated bakery. All around Goldenrod. The freakin' basement.
When: August 11th onwards! This is a catch-all.
Summary: The world has been pretty good to the various monsters and serial killers hailing from Amestris, but one particular villainous wild child has yet to be rehabilitated.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, all that good stuff.
Log:

Continued from here.

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar takes a breath and frowns, though there's no sign of aggression in his body language. He's just pensive.

"That was not your fault." Hopefully, he sounds at least a little reassuring. "You... made me aware of something, and everything that followed had nothing to do with you."

[garbagechild]

"But it was. I wasn't s'pposed to tell you."

Still, despite his protest, he looks somewhat reassured that Scar doesn't want to kill him. More reassured than he would have if the man had simply denied it.

He doesn't move from his spot against the wall, though. Even though he's starting to shiver.

[envy_the_sinners]

"Did Lust tell you that? Or your master?" Because each option warrants a very different response.

He notices that the boy seems cold, but doesn't move from his spot, yet. Approaching would likely yield an unfavorable reaction.

[garbagechild]

Wrath blinks at Scar as though he just asked if the sky was blue.

"My Master. The traitor doesn't talk to me."

Or more accurately, Wrath himself had effectively shut down all of Lust's attempts to get through to him, and she, quite understandably, didn't bother to make the effort unless absolutely necessary.

Wrath draws his feet under him, letting out a quiet huff.

"I'm the only one who still tries to do as Master says."

Except he'd screwed up.

REAL BAD.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar checks the urge to tell Wrath to just call Lust by her name. That will come eventually.

"That is because they have all realized that your master was a terrible person who should not be listened to. She also cannot hurt us here."

[garbagechild]

Wrath's face scrunches into a frown and he shakes it vigorously.

"No! She takes care of us. Other humans would have just killed us. We're supposed to be grateful to her. Not betray her the second she's not here. Why doesn't anybody understand?!"

[envy_the_sinners]

"She only took care of you so she could force you to do as she says. That is the whole point. She does not care for you. She cares for how she can use you."

This is going to take a while.

[garbagechild]

Yes. Yes it will.

"So?! It's better than hating us right away for no reason!"

At last, Wrath sits up, if only so that he can scowl indignantly and square his shoulders.

"You're just like the rest. Trying to trick me into becoming a traitor too."

[envy_the_sinners]

"I have no reason to trick you into doing anything. Being with Dante may have been your only option in Amestris, but now there are better ones. You do not need her."

[garbagechild]

Wrath promptly plants his hands over his ears, in true child fashion.

"No. I'm loyal. I'm good."

And then he'll fall silent.

... Wellp. Scar tried.

[armoredsoul]

It's about then that Al piles on down the stairs with his Pyroar and Umbreon in tow, along with a flashlight and his sleeping bag under one arm.

"Everything okay down here? Envy and Greed should be down here soon, I think they're trying to find everything that would even be half-way considered a blanket in the house."

[envy_the_sinners]

And here comes Alphonse.

Scar is silent for a moment after he speaks before talking, his tone low and warning.

"Do not lie to me again, Alphonse."

[armoredsoul]

Siiiiiiiiiigh. Time to have this conversation, apparently.

"As far as I knew, they were at least near Ecruteak by the time the weather went bad. And I wasn't about to let you freeze to death out in that snow." He doesn't regret lying like that, not considering the circumstances.

[envy_the_sinners]

"I would not have frozen to death."

THE COLD IS NOTHING, JUST LIKE THE LOSS OF MAJOR EXTREMITIES AND AUTOMATIC RIFLES.

"Have you been in contact with her?"

[armoredsoul]

You see this face? You see how much he believes you? (Hint: it's as much as he likes Envy.)

To the second part, he sighs and deflates somewhat. "No. I tried to call her, but she won't pick up." He would ask Heather how Lust is doing, but he's pretty sure that she's still pissed at him for the sucker punch incident.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's eyes close, and his shoulders droop when Alphonse reveals that she hasn't been returning calls. Has she only been speaking to Envy, then? A bit of anger bubbles up, at that.

"Has anyone else spoken with her?"

[armoredsoul]

"Only Envy that I know of." And wow is he ever buttmad about that. "I can't say for any of her other friends, though."