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scriveynerTitle: it was free
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 336
Summary: "Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a REASON it was free?"
Al heaved a deep sigh, tugging on the cord of the talisman strung around Ed’s neck. “Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a REASON it was free?"
Ed sat on the ground in front of the bed, Al behind him as he tried to sever the cord. "Shut up, Al."
"No, Ed. I’m curious what goes on inside that little brain of yours sometimes."
"Dude, if some hot chick was handing out necklaces-"
”-in a city with a rash of people being strangled to death?“
Ed stopped and scowled, looking down at his legs. "She was hot, all right?” And then, quieter. “She reminded me of Winry."
The switchblade was doing absolutely no damage to the leather cord that the small talisman hung from. Al closed the knife and sat back, thinking hard. "There’s got to be something else that connects all the deaths, because if you’re right and she’s giving out that many of these things, there would be a whole lot more people dead right now."
Ed slid two fingers inside the cord and tugged at it. It moved fine, it wasn’t adhered to his skin by any measure - it just seemed that no power on this earth could break the leather cord, and if he tried to lift it above his head it suddenly would not move. "This thing’s making me nervous, man. Like a Damocles’ noose."
"Well it’s your own damn fault,” Al said with little sympathy. He stood, shoving Ed’s head as he did so, and moved to sit back at the tiny table that he had turned into a desk. “I’ll do some research here - there’s got to be something out there on the symbol on the talisman.” He had scribbled it on a napkin for reference.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 336
Summary: "Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a REASON it was free?"
Al heaved a deep sigh, tugging on the cord of the talisman strung around Ed’s neck. “Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a REASON it was free?"
Ed sat on the ground in front of the bed, Al behind him as he tried to sever the cord. "Shut up, Al."
"No, Ed. I’m curious what goes on inside that little brain of yours sometimes."
"Dude, if some hot chick was handing out necklaces-"
”-in a city with a rash of people being strangled to death?“
Ed stopped and scowled, looking down at his legs. "She was hot, all right?” And then, quieter. “She reminded me of Winry."
The switchblade was doing absolutely no damage to the leather cord that the small talisman hung from. Al closed the knife and sat back, thinking hard. "There’s got to be something else that connects all the deaths, because if you’re right and she’s giving out that many of these things, there would be a whole lot more people dead right now."
Ed slid two fingers inside the cord and tugged at it. It moved fine, it wasn’t adhered to his skin by any measure - it just seemed that no power on this earth could break the leather cord, and if he tried to lift it above his head it suddenly would not move. "This thing’s making me nervous, man. Like a Damocles’ noose."
"Well it’s your own damn fault,” Al said with little sympathy. He stood, shoving Ed’s head as he did so, and moved to sit back at the tiny table that he had turned into a desk. “I’ll do some research here - there’s got to be something out there on the symbol on the talisman.” He had scribbled it on a napkin for reference.
