*tending to his warehouse full of basically enslaved alchemists, all of whom are busy making red stone - it's a good break from the war-mongering and general butchery*

What wild-eyed beasts these mortals truly are,
Whose precious reason never takes them far,

*stops speaking, blinking in surprise at the cadences of his voice, and tries again*

From wars and whips and tyranny opaque,
In streets most bloody ling'ring, for what sake?

A house, a love, a patriot's routine?
Here spawns hatred! Here spawns cruelties unseen!

O, stop up thy mouths from claims of the divine!
Soon will I show why Man is less than swine.

*stalks around downtown in the guise of a middle-aged male soldier with graying blond hair, irritated at his sudden spouting of heroic couplets and ready to take it out in bloodshed*

( Vorpal )

*is in the mood to sow the seeds of disaster; wandering the streets of Central, not even bothering to shift to a less distinctive form*

( Grindelwald )

( Sheska )

*without warning or explanation shows up at the doorstep of the château, rapping his knuckles against the door, agitated*

*walking along the streets of Central in his habitual form with his hands behind his head, whistling and kicking up his bare feet with obvious good cheer; his holiday into various other dimensions had gone very well for him, and distinctly less well for their general inhabitants*

*wandering around aimlessly, thinking (ha!) that he's managed to get himself lost once again*

*lightheartedly bellowing* OOOIII! HELLO? ANYONE THERE?

I almost had him. I almost had him. I almost had him.

Next time he will die.

I'm back. Fuck asceticism anyway; I hate people but being a hermit is paralyzingly boring. This dimension is so foul.

You. Other me. Double. We need to talk, soon.

1. Calmer now. Better. Things have stopped being so close and broken with the light and dust motes stabbing into me. My hollowed bird bones are full of sweet dripping red wax candy little crystallized screams yes, finally.

2. I will not allow myself to live in the debt of another. I'll pay him back and then it will be much much better.

3. I must find that son of a bitch alchemist who disobeyed me and teach him a thing or two about respecting his betters. I wonder where one finds information around here nowadays...

It doesn't make a difference to me one place or another. Anywhere I go I am Other and they are They, and so long as I can watch them spitting out their teeth and bleeding their tears I don't fucking care. But I would like to find him. Yes, yes that would be good. I need to find that man and break him.

Mercy. It's mercy to kill them. I'm making them better. Humans left to stagnate too long decay, yes, I'm giving them heroism. By dispensing death indiscriminately I'm reminding them that they don't want to be me, no, not monsters, no. Like yesterday the red man in the corner store, his son's throat in my hands, lancing himself through the air with all that holy loving wrath in his eyes. Pulling me away and trying to fight, to defend his beloved little boy. Not that it mattered, ha ha ha ha, once they were both headless on the floor like rag dolls and there was blood all over my feet.

Maybe there's an empty dimension somewhere. I think I'd like that, some place with no doubles or alchemy or humans, with a bright yellow sky and a muddy field, the fat of the earth, where I could lie on my back 'til my hair grew into the earth like roots and I wouldn't have to move and no one would look at me and it would almost be like death only-

Interposing himself with blind mad love righteousness in his eyes. Fucking humans. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.

1. Here. Why did it have to be here? At least I can find him now, and when I do...

2. I'm never going to get used to these goddamn doubles and goddamn dimension shifts. How long will I be here? And - there's another one. He's a bastard. With Fullmetal?! I don't care if he's only part-human, that's nasty.

3. ... Who else is here?

4. I think it's been too long since I beat something up. Either that or the shift's made me twitchy. It's like there's an itch on the inside of my throat, or my wrists are tired. I can't describe it.

5. I made three hundred of those little paper stars today. With the little coloured strips you buy in the shops, only I didn't pay for mine. As good a way as any to waste the fucking eternity away.

1. Big fucking waste of a day. Surprise.

2. It's so easy it's not even worth it. They think they're all different, look at me I'm a beautiful unique snowflake, and I snap my fingers and they're maggots. Running around screaming as if they weren't going to die anyway. It's getting really fucking stale.

3. I wish you would just crawl into a hole and die.

4. So I have no idea where the hell I am today. It just happens like that, 7 o'clock on a Tuesday and BAM! Where am I? Whatever.

I don't like it. This dimension smells and the sunlight's all wrong. People smile too much. I hate it already.