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[gwenhwyfar]

I don't like these things.

[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]

And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.

[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]

My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.

I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.

[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]

I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.

It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]

No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.

I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.

I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.

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[gwenhwyfar]

Oh? Then what? A lover? A friend?

[ It's important to keep an open mind!

Interesting. And to think Gwenhwyfar's attention span was about ready to wan onto something else until Greed mentions that last tidbit of information. ]

Well met. [ Never mind the dopey name, in her opinion. ] A ... "homunculus". Sort of like an elemental?

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

No, and no.

[Greed supposes he’s an enemy or a rival. Or a reluctant ally.]

[He’s not quite sure which yet.]

The hell’s an elemental?

[Elementals don’t exist in Greed’s universe and thus, he’s never heard of them.]

[gwenhwyfar]

How interesting.

[ That response is pretty funny in her opinion. ]

An elemental is a being that can be created by high magic for purposes like protecting sacred land or as an invading force. They're beings that were never born, only created by the bidding of their creators. That's better than being a revenant, at least.

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

Well, that’s not what I am, that’s for sure.

‘Cause alchemy’s not magic and it’s not high either.

[Confused:]

How does magic get high, anyway? Is there magic weed for magic to smoke? Or does someone put it on a shelf kids can’t reach?

[The idea of there being divisions between high and low magic is weird to Greed and not something he understands. In Amestris, there’s no such thing as high science or high alchemy or low science or low alchemy. It’s all just divided by specific disciplines and how hard it is to do instead.]

[gwenhwyfar]

So, why were you created? What is the intent of your creator?

[ Surprisingly, she actually giggles. ]

Nay, not so literally! "High magic" means complex magic, it is not intended for a young student. It would involve an object or a dedication, of the sort, with other druids and it takes time. Though I suppose you could make plants grow bigger... for... whatever reason.

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

I was created ‘cause he wanted to remove all of his sins from him. Ironically, however, that just made him a worse person.

[Confused:]

Smoking weed doesn’t make the weed bigger. It makes you get weird, happy feelings in your brain. That’s what being high is, not... whatever the hell you think it is.

[gwenhwyfar]

Remove his sins. [ She'll not mention she does not believe in the idea of sin. ] I'm sure it has not. Your creator sounds like a fool.

Yes, well, I don't have a fixation on weeds. It is only a matter of advanced magic compared to simple magic such as offering a blessing on an altar.

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

[Greed nods.]

You’ve got that right. He’s foolish and terrible, and I’m really glad that I left him.

[He pauses, and then says:]

The weed thing, however, you’re misunderstanding. A lot.

[gwenhwyfar]

So... what do you do with yourself now?

[ It's not like she'll ever get a chance to converse with an elemental and this man is the closest she'll get to it. ]

Then enlighten me.

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

[Greed sighs.]

Well, I used to have a gang. But now they’re dead and I’m on Prismatica soooooo... now I’m just trying to earn as much Chroma as possible.

[Greed pauses.]

Weed does something to your brain, chemically, and that’s why it feels good to smoke it. ‘Cause it changes the chemicals in your brain into ones that make you happier and more relaxed.

i'm a coloradan i have to

[gwenhwyfar]

Well, that's no good. [ So compassionate. ] What do you intend to do with that Chroma.

[ She is still trying to understand what he means by "smoke" it but- ]

What is the difference between that and spirits and certain mushrooms?

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

[Greed laughs.]

Hoard it, basically.

And use it to buy everything I want.

[Greed rolls his eyes at her next question.]

The difference is that it’s a green plant, not alcohol or a mushroom, obviously.

Prismoogle “weed” or “marijuana” oor... “40/2,” and you’ll see what I mean.

[He has got the last one entirely wrong, however, since he learned the term 4/20 on Prismatica, unlike the other two which he knows from his life in Amestris.]

[gwenhwyfar]

I think the first option would be wiser.

[ Though she gets it, having things would be nice. Then again, she's used to being a weird hermit in the woods. ]

Hm. Unless I can use it for magic--and in the literal sense--I think I'll pass.

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

Honestly, both those options sound just as good to me. I mean, they’re mutually exclusive buuut if they weren’t, I’d do both.

And I don’t know if you can use it for magic. I know it’s useless for alchemy and Alkahestry unless you want to turn it into a different planty thing but other than that...

[Greed shrugs.]

[Magic is not a thing in his universe - okay, maybe alchemy and Alkahestry are magic but no one in his universe sees them that way - so he has no idea what can and can’t be used for it.]

[gwenhwyfar]

And what if I wanted to change it for a better use like healing or tending wounds?

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

[Confused:]

You can do that with Chroma? Really?

[Now Greed’s wondering if that has anything to do with how his rapid regeneration was slower than usual during his fight with Elric.]

[gwenhwyfar]

It may be possible...?

[ She taps her lips in thoughts. ]

Or perhaps, healing cleaner wounds. Scars aren't that very flattering.

[nosuchthingasnosuchthing]

Have you actually seen Chroma do that, though? Or heard about it?

[Greed hasn’t, and he wants to know if this is a real thing it can do or just an idea that popped into her head.]