Log; Ongoing

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

When; June 10th
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.
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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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[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy had spent most of the morning attempting to clean up after himself. It proved difficult, especially when there was nothing particularly to clean. Since when had he found enjoyment from such tasks anyway?

The knock at the door sparked a kind of happy curiosity in him, though. He managed to hide his pleased grin, not many had knocked on his door since he'd arrived here.

He paused at the door for barely seconds, before pulling it open, trying to figure out who exact it was stood outside.

"Hello?"

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

Kimimaro stepped back a bit as the door opened, uncertain of the protocol open requesting access to someone else's apartment. It was not as if he was used to the process of "visiting".

The darked-haired man who had swung open the door was looking at him blankly. 'It appears introductions are in order once again.'

"Roy Mustang? It is Kimimaro. I wanted to ask you a few questions..."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

The penny dropped the moment he introduced himself, and he sighed at his own idiocy. Immediately, he stepped back from the door waving a hand inward to the room.

"Ah. Of course, come on in."

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

Kimimaro walked into the room and stood awkwardly by the door. He took the room in with one quick sweep of his head, noting that it looked similar to his own apartment, only a bit more absent of furniture and that "lived-in" appearance.

"I am not intruding?" he asked, only it was more of a statement than a question. The apartment was empty apart from the alchemist and there was the lemony scent of some kind of cleanser lingering in the air. Obviously he had not been interrupting anything vital.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy shook his head slowly, closing the door behind Kimimaro and walking past him into the apartment itself, looking around it himself as if investigating to see what his visitor might have been looking at.

"Nothing to intrude on, I'm afraid." He told, turning round and offering a vague smile. "Did you want a drink?" That felt weird, usually when he had meetings, or someone to visit like this, he had certain subordinates to offer refreshments.

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

A drink? Kimimaro's brow creased as he considered the offer. Did he look dehydrated? It had been hours since his last tea, but he did not think that would be enough time for his body to indicate that he needed refreshment.

He shook his head and moved further into the apartment. "I am suitably hydrated for the purposes of this meeting," he said. "It is just a few questions."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy stared at Kimimaro for a few minutes after he spoke, wondering what exactly was going through the man's head. Had he said something wrong? With a soft sigh, he shrugged and moved over to the living room area of his flat, sitting down on one of the sofas that ran parallel to a rectangular coffee table, with another sofa at the other side.

Once sat he reclined slowly, lifting a hand to cup the left side of his face for a few moments.

"Alright then, what questions did you want me to answer?"

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

Kimimaro took a seat on the other sofa, hands coming to fold automatically in his lap as watched the other man lean back and make himself comfortable. He decided to come straight to the point.

"I need to know about homunculi; specifically about how to kill one. I have been told that you are the one to speak to about such things."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He wished he hadn't relaxed so soon. Almost immediately he leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"How to kill a homunculus. I don't know who told you to come to me, but I suppose they were right.." He tipped his head slightly, looking down at the floor.

"Do you want the background information, or just the method?"

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

"The homunculus in question told me," Kimimaro replied flatly. "An idiotic move, on his part."

"I suppose the more information you can offer me, the better."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy grinned when he heard how Kimimaro had heard to talk to him.

"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."

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

"Greed, yes." Obviously the man's foolishness was notorious.

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."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy's tongue clicked in thought, and he leant forwards slightly, propping his elbows up at on his knees.

"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."

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

Molecular structure. Ethanol. Nothing Kimimaro had useful knowledge of, not that it mattered. Not if he needed an alchemist to make it happen.

"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.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy found himself sighing heavily, slumping forwards in his chair again. Was he offering? No, not really. He didn't have a reason to kill Greed. Especially not the Greed of this world. They had already established that he was almost a completely different person.

"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."

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

"I see," Kimimaro sighed, returning Mustang's apologetic glance with a graceful shrug of his shoulders.

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.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He watched as Kimimaro stood to his feet, letting his eyes close momentarily as he too rose to his feet, moving towards the door.

"I'm sorry I can't help you. I vowed never to kill another without justifable reason."

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

"That is an understandable conviction to have," Kimimaro replied, as he too made his way towards the exit.

"I would not want that kind of assistance anyway. This is something I must see through under my own power."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He nodded, thankful for the comment. At least he didn't sound idiotic.

"I can understand that, too. Good Luck."

[nofunnybone.livejournal.com]

A slight bow, and then Kimimaro was gone, threading through the hallways of the building to the City streets again.

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.