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Ed in the bar, with a taped up broken nose and an annoyed look on his face. He's not doing anything except keeping an eye on the bar - he's gotta find a member of Security as soon as possible.

He probably shouldn't even have gone home last night, but he couldn't help it. He just hopes it's not too late to do something about all of this crap.

Feel free to come around - he won't snap at anybody, honest. He could use a little cheering up.

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Faramir had seen the note about Stephanie Brown's arrest, but that didn't void the responsibility he had to find Ed, as he had told her he would. He couldn't speak towards the second charge against her, but he might at least clear up the first. So he was looking for Ed. And hark! Irritated person with broken nose... that about fits the description.

"Are you Ed?" the prince asks, approaching him.

Ed looks up, and blinks at this man he doesn't really know; the fact this guy can recognize him and know his name without even an introduction is probably not a good sign. "Yeah?" He asks, his voice more than a little wary. "That's me."

He gives a shallow bow. "I am Faramir. I spoke earlier today to a Stephanie Brown. I wondered if I could ask you about what happened."

"Wha?" Ed looks caught between worry and annoyance, now. "Did she do something? Was I too late? I tried to get back here earlier..."

"Well -- apparently, though that was not initially my reason for seeking you. She is in the cells now. She was collected after I spoke with her. Apparently she attempted to kill someone named Roshuan. I know nothing of this business save what the note said, so I can do little to help in that matter, but she did tell me she hit you. I hoped to get your side of the story."

He pulls up a chair and perches in it, keen eyes watching Ed.

These are not the kind of eyes you lie to. These are the kind of eyes that give every appearance of being completely on your side.

"Crap," Ed mutters under his breath, before raising his voice again. "D'they allow visitors in the cells? 'Coz she could probably use being told she's an idiot."

Yeah, he's gonna be honest about the fact all he'd do is lecture her.

"She was just acting really freaky, so I was trying to get her to calm down. That wasn't working, so I kinda baited her into hitting me," he admits. "I figured if she got mad at me, she wouldn't go and do something else."

He was wrong.

"Yes, visitors are allowed, in most cases." He smiles, amused by Ed's frankness. Well, what else are good friend for but to tell you when you've made an ass of yourself?

"You... baited her. How? And what was she doing that made you decide to take such actions?"

"She kept going on about how she was gonna kill this guy, and she had no good reasons at all." Ed shakes his head. "But there's never really a good reason to kill anybody, I guess. She was trying to go away, and I didn't know what she might do if I let her, so I grabbed her and told her she might as well hit or kill me if she was gonna do it to someone."

Faramir listens, nods. "You know her well, don't you? Has she ever acted in such a manner before?"

"Definately not. But she kept going on about how it was like things before - so I think something got her upset, or she remembered something at the wrong time. Touched a sore spot, yaknow? It can happen real easily."

Ed knows this all too well.

"I do."

He knows, but has not yet been allowed ample opportunity to mull over it when it happens. There are reasons Aragorn ordered the healers not to tell him about his father until he had things to do. That point in time happened to have occurred the day before he got here. So he conveineitly acquired reasons not to have to think about it.

Anyway.

"How long have you known her? Are you two particularly -- close?"

Ed blinks, and tries to track it.

"Known her a little less than a month," he says, finally, "But it feels like longer. She's one of my best friends here, and we're roommates."

Anything else, he wouldn't admit to, especially since last night sealed it for him as a non-possibility.

"A month," Faramir muses. "That is not a long time to fully know someone's character, but then, if you share your living quarters, that is worth considering. What is your suggestion, Ed? Do you wish to hold this assault against her, or do you believe there may be other circumstances involved?"

He does not mention anything about curses or potential possession. No use scaring the fellow.

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House is still in awe of his newfound mobility. His leg hasn't hurt at all. He's on his way outside with Triumph, where he'll likely stand and look out to the lake, where Lust threw his cane, never to been seen again. He was glad he'd been using a nondescript cane, rather than the ornamental dragon topped cane Po had given him.

In any case, the glowing red stone of his ring catches the light as he approaches the bar. He stops, to get a cup of coffee and a hand full of dog treats to take outside with him. He nods politely at the man he's standing next to.

[OOC: Sorry it took a bit to reply - I was out to dinner.]

Yeah, that's... not going to pass Ed's attention at all, though he's going to be careful not to jump to a conclusion immediately that this ring is what he thinks it is. After all, this is the bar, and there might be a great deal of a variety of things - it might not be a stone at all.

Still, though, his greeting to House is tainted by its existance.

"What is that?" He asks, staring at the ring.

"What?" His eyes follow the gaze to the ring. "Oh. That. A friend gave it to me, helped me heal my leg." He had never seen this guy before, but the fact he'd been dependant on his cane was hardly a secret in the bar.

...yeah.

"What friend?" Ed attempts for his voice to sound completely and totally casual, but maybe it's not working so well.

House has always been able to read people fairly well, and his eyes scan Ed to get a reading on him. He's not sure he's comfrotable with the vibes he's feeling. Could be his own paranoia, he's very much aware of that possibility, especially since Triumph isn't reacting at all.

"Why? Jealous? Or did someone give you one like it once?"

Ed laughs, almost bitterly. Okay, there's no masking that one.

"Buddy," he says, "If that's what I think it is, I wouldn't give it to my own worst enemy."

"Name's House." House says, and Triumph issues a low growl at his tone. "And what do you think it is?" He held his han up, looking at the stone.

"Edward Elric," Ed says, "And it depends on where you got it, I guess. But you said it healed your leg? How bad off was it?"

House sips the coffee and throws a treat to Triumph.

"Bad enough a couple of healers I spoke to when I first came here told me there was nothing they could do."

"And lemme guess. You used this thing, and it was all magically completely better. No sign at all of how it was before."

"Scar's still there." House sneers, thinking about that. "But the leg? Is fine."

"Right."

Ed studies it again.

"I've got no idea who gave that to you, but it's sure as hell sounding like something from my world. Either it's a fake philosopher's stone or a real one - but either way, you want nothing to do with it."