He sat atop the Rockbell roof, mulling over what he should do. He was now the black sheep of the homunculi. Attacking Wrath didn't exactly help much. That didn't matter to him, anyway. Working for people that stole from the previous Greed wasn't his style.

He smirked, as he looked down the slope of the roof, facing the back yard. "This isn't like you, Greed. You're out in the open? Not exactly a wise choice if the enemy should find us," the soul of the prince he had taken possession of chided.

He smirked in his host's body, scoffing a bit. "Yeah. I'm a dumb ass, aren't I? But hey, Greed isn't just about material things. I want to be out here, observing the country side. I didn't get to see much of it in Dublith, now did I?"

Silence. Nothing but the chilling wind.

"Giving me the silent treatment, Ling? Not like you. You usually open your big mouth." He pulled his jacket together to keep warm. "You ever see the country? Sometimes all a guy wants- yeah, want, that's part of greed, you know-"

"Will you shut up about the 'wanting'?! I get it. You don't have to repeat the same useless crap over and over again. How unoriginal can you be?" He sounded snarky. But then again, how else would the dense avaricious soul get the message.

Greed rubbed his neck, sighing. "Gees, sorry. I guess I beat a dead horse. Anyway sure is nice out here. The air couldn't be fresher out here in Resembool!"

Ling was silent then, "Yeah... Listen, Greed, if someone should try to attack us I wanna take control."

"Heh... Yeah, right. Why would I want to do that?" He shook his head, closing his eyes.

"Cause, it's hard to see. I can sense Qi better than you can," the Xingese prince reminded the homunculus.

Greed leaned back against the chimney and closed his eyes. "Please. Like anyone would find us here." He thought it over then bit his lip before cursing and lightly hitting the chimney. "You're right. Take over if you think it's necessary. Not that you usually ask me."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes once more. He put his hands behind his head as if he were to take a nap- he almost did after an hour or so.

Greed picked up on the sound of footsteps behind him. He leaped to his feet, the black ponytail bouncing slightly. He whirled around in time to see a figure running from a newly activated transmutation circle. Ling had taken control, as promised, of his body to get a better sense of the situation, only to find that he was too late. A flash of light engulfed the homunculus, and he vanished with it.

He awoke in an alley somewhere. He got up, holding his head. The bright light gave him a headache. That and the angry voice that protested furiously. "Hey! HEY! Ling, let me out!," protested the greedy soul- the only one of the swarm of souls that was loud enough to hear. "If you don't let me out, I'll take you by force!"

The ever squinting Xingese prince scoffed with a rather grumpy look on his face. "Greed, I'm not even holding you down. And I let you use my body, remember," he noted as he inched near the edge of the alley way. It was daylight. "It's day… Must have knocked us out the entire night."

"If you aren't holding me down, then what," demanded the seemingly annoyed and avaricious soul.

Ling shrugged as he began to peer around the corner. "Dunno…" He gasped at what he saw. "Nope, I was right… We aren't even in Resembool anymore. I should've known, there isn't another building for miles where that mechanic place is." He was looking at a fountain surrounded by a bunch of buildings. The fountain itself, was a piece of oddity. It looked like a misshapen Grim Reaper that had been twisted into a spiral. "This place, could it be a hallucination from the alchemy?"

"Why don't you try hurting yourself," questioned Greed. He was met by a shake of the head.

Ling had jumped to a rooftop, hoping to get a better view. "Don't wanna. This place is weird… and kind of like something that Ed would make. Such a tacky style. But… It's also kinda interesting." He was hopping from place to place now, smiling simply at the thought of exploring a new place.

Sadly, it only landed him on the ground in another alley way, passed out from hunger. "Idiot… When will you ever learn… All that running around burns up energy. And all that energy comes from food. Food may also be a luxury, but it's also a necessity at some point and time. At least you know you're awake now."

"Yeah," Ling wheezed as his lanky form lay on the hard ground. "I kinda got that… And you being trapped in my body with no way to get out is… part of the alchemy…," he coughed.

After an hour or so, a foot nudged the passed out prince. "Hey, you alive down there," a nearly disinterested voice asked. Ling felt slight pressure on his neck and didn't even flinch due to the weakness of his body. "Well... Might as well help you. Maka won't like this..." The person picked him up by the right shoulder and arm and took him to an unknown place.