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[July 14] [Fullmetal Alchemist] From the Ground Up
Title: From the Ground Up
Day/Theme: July 14, 2012 "brick, and rivet, and lime"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar, etc.
Rating: PG
"You could use your alchemy," the man who was unwilling to renounce his name suggested (Marcoh called him "Jim," which always brought an equally nameless expression, half smile, half grimace, to his face; the man recently known as Scar, who had name bearing troubles enough of his own, despite having officially given this man another name, tended to just call him "you"). "The work would go a lot faster. …If you're not sure how to use it that way, I could instruct you."
"The work that we accomplish through the labor of our hands is far more meaningful," Scar countered. His companion would have preferred to use alchemy for many things- if he had retained his own ability to do so, he would've too. It was one of his all too many flaws. The loss of his alchemy was all that made him bearable, as far as Scar was concerned.
There had been something of an argument when they found him. Miles had suggested they take him out into the desert and shoot him. Marcoh, despite the differences between his intentions and those of this man, had offered up his own terrible past as a comparison and begged for his life. Both had ultimately left the matter in Scar's hands.
He hoped he would never face a more difficult decision in his life. Left alone with his foe bound and stripped of his most deadly ability, Scar had asked to hear his opinion, what he had to say for himself. "I'm not so foolish to think that my words would ever move you," he had said. He'd smiled. Was it taunting or bittersweet? To Scar's eyes, at least, his every smile was the same.
"You mean that you want to live."
"Well, who wouldn't prefer to live? That was the goal I sacrificed my alchemy toward, you know." He did seem sad, Scar decided. But was the disappointment sincere or some sort of act?
…Because the sorrow was self-centered, he chose to believe it was possible for it to be real. "Rebuild yourself then," Scar had declared and quoted a proverb in Ishvalan, more for his own benefit than for the presumably unknowing Amestrian.
"Remake me," the man had answered in oddly accented Ishvalan of his own.
That had been too much, but Scar did not renege on his decision. It was a difficult man who spoke of being remade and then refused to relinquish his name. He tailed Scar now like a pale and constant shadow. He was good with electrical wiring, but a mess with a saw or hammer.
"I've seen you use alchemy," he insisted, "You may try to limit the times you draw upon that skill, but you do use it from time to time."
"Jim-" Marcoh cautioned him from his place atop the roof, nailing down shingles.
"I could hardly give you the satisfaction," Scar gazed down on his troublesome charge (Ishvala, give me the strength to bear this burden I have chosen). "I'm going to keep working, rebuilding Ishval one heart and one structure at a time. You'll be alongside me the whole while."
"I'd better learn to be a better carpenter then," the man smiled.
"The two of you worry me when you're together," Marcoh admitted.
Day/Theme: July 14, 2012 "brick, and rivet, and lime"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar, etc.
Rating: PG
"You could use your alchemy," the man who was unwilling to renounce his name suggested (Marcoh called him "Jim," which always brought an equally nameless expression, half smile, half grimace, to his face; the man recently known as Scar, who had name bearing troubles enough of his own, despite having officially given this man another name, tended to just call him "you"). "The work would go a lot faster. …If you're not sure how to use it that way, I could instruct you."
"The work that we accomplish through the labor of our hands is far more meaningful," Scar countered. His companion would have preferred to use alchemy for many things- if he had retained his own ability to do so, he would've too. It was one of his all too many flaws. The loss of his alchemy was all that made him bearable, as far as Scar was concerned.
There had been something of an argument when they found him. Miles had suggested they take him out into the desert and shoot him. Marcoh, despite the differences between his intentions and those of this man, had offered up his own terrible past as a comparison and begged for his life. Both had ultimately left the matter in Scar's hands.
He hoped he would never face a more difficult decision in his life. Left alone with his foe bound and stripped of his most deadly ability, Scar had asked to hear his opinion, what he had to say for himself. "I'm not so foolish to think that my words would ever move you," he had said. He'd smiled. Was it taunting or bittersweet? To Scar's eyes, at least, his every smile was the same.
"You mean that you want to live."
"Well, who wouldn't prefer to live? That was the goal I sacrificed my alchemy toward, you know." He did seem sad, Scar decided. But was the disappointment sincere or some sort of act?
…Because the sorrow was self-centered, he chose to believe it was possible for it to be real. "Rebuild yourself then," Scar had declared and quoted a proverb in Ishvalan, more for his own benefit than for the presumably unknowing Amestrian.
"Remake me," the man had answered in oddly accented Ishvalan of his own.
That had been too much, but Scar did not renege on his decision. It was a difficult man who spoke of being remade and then refused to relinquish his name. He tailed Scar now like a pale and constant shadow. He was good with electrical wiring, but a mess with a saw or hammer.
"I've seen you use alchemy," he insisted, "You may try to limit the times you draw upon that skill, but you do use it from time to time."
"Jim-" Marcoh cautioned him from his place atop the roof, nailing down shingles.
"I could hardly give you the satisfaction," Scar gazed down on his troublesome charge (Ishvala, give me the strength to bear this burden I have chosen). "I'm going to keep working, rebuilding Ishval one heart and one structure at a time. You'll be alongside me the whole while."
"I'd better learn to be a better carpenter then," the man smiled.
"The two of you worry me when you're together," Marcoh admitted.