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.

Comments

[ossifragant]

Greed looks at Scar, his expression severe. He really has no interest in Scar getting involved in a problem entirely unique to the homunculi. No one else understands it. "We go down there with him. He's just alone with the Pokemon now there right now."

He waves a dismissive hand. "It's not like Pokemon are regular animals; and besides that, Pokemon are protective. They're not hurting him."

[exeggutorhead]

"So if you're done questioning us on a situation you don't know anything about, we can figure out what to do about the power. Where'd we last have the flashlights?"

After a pause, he continues, "...and someone get down there with Wrath."

He'd go himself, but out of all of them, Wrath would probably be the LEAST reassured by him.

Not only that, but the very reason that he knows Wrath shouldn't be alone in a pitch dark basement is the same one that he's extremely reluctant to go down himself until they find a light. Not even for the young homunculus' sake.

[envy_the_sinners]

"Unless I have inundated you with a flood of inane text messages, I think my questioning is reasonable. I have attempted to reach out to the child in the past, though I suppose you would not believe that, given that I am considered more heartless monster than man in this house."

And that is all Scar intends to say about it. His tone isn't even defensive, he's just had enough of the comments. He shoves past everyone, trying to get back to his bag to find a light.