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who the hell do you think I am (1 closed prompt, 1 ota)

Who: Finley, Edward Elric, and YOU
What: Finley is trying to explore the shoreline a little. And because of Ed, everything goes horribly wrong.
When: Backdated to August 26/27 because I'm a scrub trying to catch up with my rp life
Where: ENSŌ - I6
Warnings: Finley. He is his own warning. Okay but really, like.

closed to ed;

Hey, [ starts the Shark-Man to the nearest person. Unfortunately for Ed, that happens to be him. ] Hey, hey. [ Obnoxious, but hopefully it gets the other guy's attention. ]

You wanna go with me to the shore over that way? [ A vague point in the direction he's planning to go. ] I don't care about these ruins, I wanna see if I can figure out how big this island is. [ A beat. ] If I can swim around it, maybe?

Figure two is better than one. Or whatever. I'll fish you up some food if you want for helping out.

[ Seems like a pretty solid deal to him. ]

ota;

[ Well, that went abysmally.

If anyone finds Finley later that evening, he's flopped onto the ground pathetically. His usually pink fleshy torso is now a lovely shade of red. His feet have mild burns on their undersides because he goes barefoot just about everywhere. Everything hurts. ]

I hate this place, [ he whines, to no one in particular. Pity party commenced. ]

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[Muffet blinks in surprise at seeing him flopped over on the ground, and winces at the extent of his burns- not serious, but clearly very unpleasant, the poor thing.]

I can't say I blame you, it looks like you've had quite a day. Would you like me to take a look at those, see if there's anything I can do about them?

[She's noticed green magic being more of a strain over the last few days, and suspects it would be a bad idea to try and push it too far, but this looks manageable, it could be worth a try.]

[ He is such a poor thing, Muffet. Take pity on him. He's already taken pity on himself enough for probably both of them, honestly, but. He could always use more. ]

I had the worst day. [ Uuuuuuugh.

He looks up at her finally from where he's lying, eyes suddenly bright with gratitude. ]

No shit? You'll help? I will get you so much fish.

[ He's never been sunburnt proper before, alright. This is like torture. ]

[Aww, that's definitely an unpleasant thing to have to get used to. More than one monster had similar struggles when they first came to the Surface after living in the Underground their whole lives, so Muffet's inclined to be sympathetic.]

This should work, let's give it a try and see if it helps.

[She holds out one hand, faint green light glowing at her fingertips.]

Just touch my hand.

[ Isn't it? It was already terrible enough how bright the sun was here compared to home. But now he knows it can burn you too? This place is just the absolute worst. He's going to whine about it for weeks to come, probably.

The shark-man raises an eyebrow at those jade-tinted fingers. That's...new. Sea witches didn't heal, as far as he was aware, so the concept is fairly foreign to him. ] So, what, you're magical too?

[ It felt like everyone was. As he asks, he's reaching out a sandy webbed hand to touch hers. ]

Oh, yes- all of my people are, back home. It's always a surprise to realize that it's not part of day-to-day living for other cultures. I'm impressed that you all manage so well without having something so convenient on hand- er, pun not intended.

[She's not Sans, she has standards.]

[When he touches her hand, he'll feel the green magic spread through him like a gentle reassurance, soothing and healing the burns.]

[ He appreciates that. Finley and Sans hadn't gotten off on the right foot. Though that was true of pretty much like... ninety percent of his first meetings.

His eyebrows raise curiously at that foreign sensation. Finley doesn't think he's ever been soothed for as long as he can remember. Sharks aren't known for coddling, after all. But this magic was... Definitely not sea witch magic. That was painful and hollowing, this was its antithesis. ]

Life would be a helluva lot easier, that's for sure. What else can you do?

[Her hand remains in place until the burns are properly healed, and then she lifts it away, the magic dissipating again.]

[HP fully restored.]

There are a few different kinds of magic at home, we tend to go by color. I do green- healing magic- and purple, which is good for binding things.

Technically, green magic covers shielding, too, but I never had much of a knack for that part of it.

[ The shark-man rolls over, content with his lack of sunburns. The sand doesn't grate the same way it had, everything doesn't feel quite as sensitive. He's definitely grateful for her help. ]

Binding magic? Like... keeping people in place?

[ Look, magic as a concept is new to him. ]

[Honestly, he's not that far off...]

A bit like that, yes. My threads can cling to people and hold them.

[She holds up one hand and briefly conjures a thin line of purple light between her fingers, by way of demonstration.]

[ He's learning! ... Sort of. Finley rises up finally to sit cross-legged near Muffet, eyeing the purple light with suspicion. Now that's similar to a sea witch's magic, maybe. The one used on him had been a murky purple-black, inky and suffocating. ]

Why do you have to bind stuff?

[She tilts her head curiously. It's sort of a philosophical question, if you think about it.]

[Much like her green magic, this one carries a kind of feeling with it when examined closely- it certainly doesn't feel safe and gentle like the green did, but it doesn't exactly project a sense of malevolence either. More a feeling of... resolution, maybe, a clinging endurance.]

I don't necessarily have to, it just happens to be the type of magic for which I've got the most talent.

They're helpful for defending myself in a fight, certainly, although they do have other uses- I've often used them to cross large gaps, or stick myself to walls and ceilings so I can walk up them without those pesky limitations of gravity.

Here on the island, they've mostly been handy for fishing and hunting.

Taako winces the somewhat gleeful wince of someone who doesn't burn easily. It's still a pretty relatable sentiment, this place is very hateable. "Yeah, you look about medium rare. I haven't figured out a way to make sunscreen yet, but what about a lil beach parasol?" It is unclear whether this is a joke at this cooked stranger's expense or a serious offer.

Fuck off with your complexion, Taako. Finley isn't having any of it. "Hardy har har," comes the muffled response. Somehow, it's still clearly laced with sarcasm even stifled though it might be.

"Are you going to actually fucking help or no?"

He wants your pity, Taako, or nothing at all!

Well, pity is in short supply, not really part of the Taako brand per se, but he means well-ish. "Sorry, my dude. Not a lot I can do here, unless you want ice. What about shoes? Like, you know about those, right?" He cannot believe he might be about to explain shoes to a burnt dude on a beach. "Shirts? Ringin any bells?"

"Fuck those," he says, emphasized with a loud snort of disapproval. Most of the island citizens are lucky he's wearing pants as much as he is. If he had his way, he'd be the resident nude. Weiss has informed him though that that's """improper""" and that there are children.

"I know what shoes and shirts are, I'm not fucking stupid. They're just uncomfortable so I don't wear 'em."

Okay, well, objection noted, Taako supposes. He's not gonna 'maybe you just haven't me the right shirts and shoes yet' the dude, even if he's thinking it a little, because he doesn't wanna be that guy. "Hey, you could be from anywhere, I didn't wanna assume." Taako helps himself to a seat, cross-legged, but in the most casually extra way imaginable.

"Though I guess you're from the ocean, unless Lup was bullshitting me." The fins make it pretty clear she was not. "So what's more uncomfortable, shirts and shoes or being partially cooked?"

Lup. He recognizes that name. The woman with the fireballs, if he's recalling correctly. That had been awesome. "I'm from the ocean, not stupid." As with everything Finley says, it has to sound almost like an insult.

"Being cooked," he admits, however, conceding that- Yeah, okay, maybe it was a little stupid to go out in the sun extremely ill-prepared as he had.

[Good god, is this guy six? Ed looks over at the mer with a sour look, ears flattened back in irritation.]

What, you need a spotter just to go for a swim? [Not that Ed hasn't been having problems with his own flight, but fuck it.] Whatever, I'm wanting to get an idea how big this place is, anyway. Just make it worth my time, alright?

[ Mentally? It's possible. Finley can't help but give a doofy grin at those ears though; they may signal annoyance, but all he can see is adorableness. He kind of likes these landers that are part animal. ]

Fuck yeah, [ he answers, clearly accepting that as a 'yes.' He already offered to get him some fish, so the deal was set in his head. ]

You got it, man. Let's go. I'm itching to see if I can find some cliffs to dive off, maybe. How far I can go in other directions.

Yeah, yeah. Lead the way, we'll see what we find when we get there.

[Ed isn't too worried about finding his way back--every step may as well be a map etched into his skull anyway. Path-finding wasn't the hugest boon back on that peninsula, but it's been worth his weight in gold here.]

[ Meanwhile, Finley didn't have a mental map. Yet. He was working on one, but the sea was his compass. He knew how to direct himself there. This land nonsense was just proving to be... a bit much. ]

You got it, man, [ he says, starting to lead the way. He isn't oppressed by the heat. Yet. They will be soon though. ]

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