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[July 2] [Fullmetal Alchemist] The Beast Is Us
Title: The Beast Is Us
Day/Theme: July 2, 2012 "looking at monsters is a centuries-old ritual"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Dr. Marcoh & Scar
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Loosely continued from yesterday's story.
"The two of us are different from Miles." Scar put down his pencil and stretched. He took care not to bump the doctor as he lifted his arms over his head.
It wasn't any of the subjects Marcoh had expected him to turn to to break the past hour of silence. Of course, that didn't mean Marcoh didn't know exactly what he meant. "He's only a man," he answered.
"A good man," Scar agreed, "And we'll need as many of them working with us as we can get for Ishval's sake."
The two of them were men, sure, certainly, but they had pressed close against the boundaries of humanity in the things that they had done. At what point did a man become irredeemable? At what point did a man become a monster?
Evil had an unhappy tendency to draw the eye. Regrets lingered in one's thoughts longer than the good than one had ever done.
"Do you do any other kinds of drawing?" Marcoh asked. Some artists used their pen or brush to express their innermost selves. That sort of drawing had never been his strong point (he was an alchemist; he pencil out a diagram or two), but if he engaged in it as an act of therapy, not to impress anyone, perhaps it wouldn't make a difference. "I mean, other subjects."
"Portraits?" Scar guessed.
"People in general," Marcoh shrugged.
"I…sort of ascribe to the belief that, um, figurative art… Well, it's a slippery slope leading to various improprieties."
It made sense coming from a man who had once been a priest. He was not the only Ishvalan who felt that way. It seemed like that knowledge had been given to him in another lifetime. The person Marcoh had been when he'd studied Ishval and its culture… Where was that man today?
Half the books he borrowed from the library showed in their records they'd been checked out by one Solf Kimblee before him. He had known him by reputation then, another State Alchemist. They hadn't met until Ishval proper. The language had roiled languorously off the younger man's tongue, but there was no real respect in him for the culture, Marcoh thought.
It was human nature. When you see a monster, it's difficult to look away.
Day/Theme: July 2, 2012 "looking at monsters is a centuries-old ritual"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Dr. Marcoh & Scar
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Loosely continued from yesterday's story.
"The two of us are different from Miles." Scar put down his pencil and stretched. He took care not to bump the doctor as he lifted his arms over his head.
It wasn't any of the subjects Marcoh had expected him to turn to to break the past hour of silence. Of course, that didn't mean Marcoh didn't know exactly what he meant. "He's only a man," he answered.
"A good man," Scar agreed, "And we'll need as many of them working with us as we can get for Ishval's sake."
The two of them were men, sure, certainly, but they had pressed close against the boundaries of humanity in the things that they had done. At what point did a man become irredeemable? At what point did a man become a monster?
Evil had an unhappy tendency to draw the eye. Regrets lingered in one's thoughts longer than the good than one had ever done.
"Do you do any other kinds of drawing?" Marcoh asked. Some artists used their pen or brush to express their innermost selves. That sort of drawing had never been his strong point (he was an alchemist; he pencil out a diagram or two), but if he engaged in it as an act of therapy, not to impress anyone, perhaps it wouldn't make a difference. "I mean, other subjects."
"Portraits?" Scar guessed.
"People in general," Marcoh shrugged.
"I…sort of ascribe to the belief that, um, figurative art… Well, it's a slippery slope leading to various improprieties."
It made sense coming from a man who had once been a priest. He was not the only Ishvalan who felt that way. It seemed like that knowledge had been given to him in another lifetime. The person Marcoh had been when he'd studied Ishval and its culture… Where was that man today?
Half the books he borrowed from the library showed in their records they'd been checked out by one Solf Kimblee before him. He had known him by reputation then, another State Alchemist. They hadn't met until Ishval proper. The language had roiled languorously off the younger man's tongue, but there was no real respect in him for the culture, Marcoh thought.
It was human nature. When you see a monster, it's difficult to look away.