Nor the battle to the strong [Open]

[equivalent_trade]

Edward sat at an empty table in the mess hall, prodding with a fork at the glob of slop slowly congealing on his edible tray. He was a big eater, sure, and not too picky about most foods (save one), but this?

He let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, sprawling out across the bench. The red cloth of his coat fanned out on both sides of him, slithered down to touch the floor. He hadn't been able to find any of the others, which meant they were still in the pods. At the very least, he'd been assured that Alphonse's soul would be safe. As long as he was in stasis, anyway. That had to be the one bright spot in this nightmare.

Come to think of it, the whole last day had been like being a front-row spectator in an inevitable, slow-motion car crash. Sure, there was stuff here he couldn't explain. And everyone seemed to believe, to varying degrees, the whole Ohm story. But then there was the mention of mysterious meetings and shadowy enemies and the laughable (to him) reassurance that as long as they played by the rules, their universes could be 'restored'.

By who? And how?

He glanced back up at the slop and made a face. At least the water here was normal.

[Ed's open to conversation, but at this point will probably be hostile towards any mentions of previous Edwards on the ship. Fair warning!]

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[sonofether]

"So it runs on electrical impulses from your own nervous system?" Figures Stephen would latch on to that, but really, it was fascinating to him. "Or is there another internal power source?"

Sorry, Ed, the mad scientist light was still there in Stephen's demeanor and voice. Well. Maybe a little toned down--he's thinking. Which may be frightening in and of itself.

He shrugged. "You could always look at the blueprints in the library. If nothing else, I can at least build that stuff."

[equivalent_trade]

"An internal power source? You mean like an engine? Why would you need that?" You'd just have to excuse the momentary blank stare, Stephen. In Ed's world it was entirely possible for an ordinary human, with no equipment whatsoever, to harness energies generated by the Earth's tectonic activity.

"Yeah, I think I'll do that. As soon as I'm done eating anyway." He clapped his hands together and, with a burst of bright light and accompanying energy discharge, transmuted his slop into a piece of meatloaf. Wow, he should have done this earlier.