The Illusion of Familiarity
As the sin had looked around, he noticed the stranger lift his hand, an action just odd enough to get Greed’s attention. Quirking a brow, he sighed heavily at the pointed gaze that met him. “Um, what’s the point of that” he asked, casually pointing to the outstretched hand, fingers poised like they were going snap. He knew he should probably be thinking of this guy as some sort of threat and not just some do-gooder, but it was really hard to when the guy looked ridiculous.
Standing with his arms crossed defensively over his chest, he trained violet eyes on the man, watching him carefully now. If one looked quickly they really would think he were Edward, he was the same height, his hair was braided (though longer than Ed’s had been), he was even wearing the same clothing Ed was last seen in, tattered from being under the rubble, but the same none the less. It was very clear thought that his arm and leg were no longer automail but flesh…
Rolling his eyes lightly at the question, or maybe it was more the tone that it had been delivered in, Greed looked slightly annoyed. “I guess since you did help me get out there I can give ya my name… It’s Greed. But don’t think I’m gonna give it to you without knowing yours too. Mostly because I at least want a name to go with that face in case I ever run into you again.”
multimusehideout (moved from ask thread)
What was the point? Surely the homunculus knew what he was capable of, right? Roy let his hand drop all the way to his side and scowled. If this homunculus didn't know then that meant he had no memories of when he used to be... Roy closed his eyes, feeling the sting of what had happened to Ed all the more. In the end, he had been powerless to help out the brothers. For all his caution over the years, it meant nothing.
Finally, he got a name, after they both sized one another up. Now that Roy had a closer look, this Greed was whole. The automail was gone and the color of his eyes were different. Ed had mentioned this one in passing, but Roy didn't know near enough what to expect or what his weakness would be. With Bradly, he had gotten lucky, though his luck had been paid for in exchange for Selim's life.
“I'm Colonel Roy Mustang. I work for the military and came to check on a subordinate of mine.” He kept his voice clear and pushed down the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Roy took a step back to give himself space, and the sound of broken concrete echoed through his ears. Even though they weren't standing too close, he couldn't get away from this man fast enough. Still, he wouldn't leave until he figured out what Greed planned to do next.
He just had to concentrate and focus on what to do next and ask the right things. “What... are your intentions once you leave this place, and where do you plan to go?” He had to know. Letting the homunculus go in some ways would be more beneficial. If Roy brought him in, looking like Ed, there would be too many questions and most likely they would try to keep him contained or worse. Roy didn't even know why he cared. It wasn't as if the creature knew who Ed was. Or was it possible he did. "Do you... remember who you were before now?" he cautiously asked, not taking his eyes away from the homunculus.
