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Log; Ongoing
When; June 10th
Rating; PG
Characters; Kimimaro![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nofunnybone and Roy Mustang flameroy
Summary; Kimimaro goes to talk with Mustang about Homunculi: specifically, how to get rid of them.
Log;
Kimimaro stood outside of the third apartment complex, feeling a little anxious. Today there were no curses stealing his clothing, putting camels below his window or filling his doorway with sand dunes, for which he was very thankful. Perhaps now he could gain the sort of information he sought from this so-called alchemist. Greed was a problem, and one that couldn't be taken care of through Kimimaro's usual methods. He needed some answers, if only to reassure himself that he would not have to put up with such annoyances forever.
Quickly, Kimimaro went inside and sought out apartment number nine.
He knocked on the door.
Rating; PG
Characters; Kimimaro
nofunnybone and Roy Mustang flameroy Summary; Kimimaro goes to talk with Mustang about Homunculi: specifically, how to get rid of them.
Log;
Kimimaro stood outside of the third apartment complex, feeling a little anxious. Today there were no curses stealing his clothing, putting camels below his window or filling his doorway with sand dunes, for which he was very thankful. Perhaps now he could gain the sort of information he sought from this so-called alchemist. Greed was a problem, and one that couldn't be taken care of through Kimimaro's usual methods. He needed some answers, if only to reassure himself that he would not have to put up with such annoyances forever.
Quickly, Kimimaro went inside and sought out apartment number nine.
He knocked on the door.
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"I suppose the more information you can offer me, the better."
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"Greed is the one in question?"
He coughed into a balled fist.
"Well, firstly you need something to weaken a Homunculus. You need something of, a belonging, or even bones of the person they were. Although, I believe it is possible to kill them in other ways. Due to the fact that a Homunculus is not human, it is actually possible to rearrange the molecular structure of part of their bodies. If you've studied chemistry well enough."
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Kimimaro listened to the explanation Mustang offered, the furrows on his forehead deepening with every sentence that dropped from the alchemist's lips.
"An item like that would be difficult to obtain. I expect I would have to ask for assistance from the Deities in that case." And who knew what they would demand in recompense.
The second option was not sounding much better.
"I have...very little knowledge of chemistry," Kimimaro admitted reluctantly. "Such things were always more under Kabuto-san's direction."
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"The Deities wouldn't let you obtain such an item. Even if I were back in our world, I wouldn't know where to begin to look." He offered, straightening his back, obviously thoughful.
"I once heard of someone's molecular structure being transmuted into molecules of Ethanol..." He offered, suddenly biting his bottom lip.
"That would take an Alchemist of course."
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"Are you offering?" Kimimaro asked, not exactly pleased with that idea. Gaining assistance in the form of information from Mustang was one thing, but he did not want the man to act as an assassin for hire.
He wanted to be the one to kill Greed, smash his fist through that smug face and cut out that slanderous tongue himself.
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"No. I'm not." He said bluntly, looking up at Kimimaro with a sorry look in his eye.
"I recall Greed describing himself as the Human Shield. You could always try hounding the deities for some of his bones? That's the only answer I can think of. I have yet to meet anyone else here who can perform alchemy."
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He should have known it would not be this easy. Still, he was already dead. It was not as if he had a limited amount of time with which to think of a solution to him homunculus problem. He could be patient.
"Thank you for your time," he said, rising from the sofa.
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"I'm sorry I can't help you. I vowed never to kill another without justifable reason."
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"I would not want that kind of assistance anyway. This is something I must see through under my own power."
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"I can understand that, too. Good Luck."
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The meeting had not quite been a complete waste of time-he knew now that the homunculus could be killed, and what would be required to do it-but he seemed to have arrived at a dead end.
He would have to think of another way.