27th Teddy Bear [Action Anytime]

[asobouyo]

[Elicia was expecting to be in the middle of a scuffle between enemy winged soldiers. Not to be waking up half-drugged and in an old-fashion malnosso dress. She hadn't done this little dance in a few years now... What did that mean? Did they come back? Impossible, they were... Well, we'll figure this out as we go, Elicia. When she gets up, she nearly falls over, and finds with frustration that her automail leg wasn't working properly. Something was wrong with the knee—aaah, Winry would be pretty grumpy about that.

'This would be the second time this week.'

But it's around the time she cracks open her journal that she realizes something's not right. These entries, they're only up to her sixth birthday? No, that can't be right. Where did all her other.... Oh. Oh wow.

She was fourteen years in the past.

She limps out of the forest, dazed but not confused enough to ruin her train of thought: go to the item shop, find her clothes. The Malnosso always left clothes. And then she'll head to the smithy, to find her sword and... and then she'll need to find Winry in the smithy. Now dressed up, she's found herself a good pair of glasses; if she can... if she can, she'd rather not tell them who she is. Would that change things?

Would that be so bad, though? She's not entirely sure. She's nervous and worried and—and—

... nostalgic. Much much later, after everything, she'll head to the houses of people she's most familiar with. A lot of people aren't where she remembers, but she'll try to find them none-the-less. Probably after heading to where her mom and dad are. She'll also be wondering around in awe at the place. So much different and yet so much changed.... Don't mind her if she looks dumbfounded at something, or surprised at another. If you're expecting a shorty, you'll be surprised—she's 5'9". Her father has great genes, like that.]


[ooc: EDIT: sorry, but it turns out a second post isn't gonna happen; this post exploded! XD You can catch her on the draft, pre-draft log or malnosso journal draft post though!
Go here to see extra information about her future relationships and her. Go here to fill out the relationship post if you haven't yet!

And lastly, I'll reply to this in a few hours! Got something to do real quick.]

Comments

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She's pauses, almost flashing that look of 'deer in the headlights'. You didn't change as much as she thought, Derek. But she keeps herself in check and offers a sheepish look.]

Ah. Hey. Would you mind... filling me in on things?

[Might as well do the new person dance. She hasn't seen it for a long while.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek cocks his head sideways, and then nods and smiles a little. The stake is put down next to several others. And he stands.]

Sure thing. Name's Derek. What can I do for you?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Derek, I'm—My name's Eli. I'm a little [a lot] confused about where I am, what's going on, all that good stuff...

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek will nod. This is not unusual]

Well, you're in a place called Luceti. It's an enclosure maintained by people called the Malnosso. They're scientists. Their science is also responsible for dragging you here, even though they claim they can't control it. And we're also trapped as well as used for experiments and as cannon fodder for a war against their enemies, called the Third Party.

The wings are vital to your survival, and if they're removed, you'll die. The bar code on your neck, no one is sure aaout, but it's probably a tracking device and likely holds information on you that the Malnosso would need.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

... Sounds messy. No one's been able to stop them?

[She has heard these very questions 1,000,000 times, man.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Not so far; folks have been trying, though.

[By now, Derek's starting to take in details of what she looks like, and he frowns just a little. She seems familiar.]

People manage to go home sometimes, though. No one knows what triggers it.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

... Aaah, I see...

[She looks down.]

Definitely a mess.

So everyone's stuck here behind the barrier unless they get lucky.

[:|a not that you mentioned a barrier.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[And you should know by now how quickly Derek picks up on things like that.

There's a pause, and a nod.]

Exactly.

...So who are you again?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Eli. Um. [don't get all suspicious on me, pal :|] I should... probably get to a mechanic or something... Any around?

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Nice turn around the corner there, kid]

There's Winry, at the smithy. I'm a mechanic, but I'm no good with automail.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. [... Winry... 3:^)] I got it. So I just need to find this smithy, huh? Thanks a lot.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

No problem.

...might want to be a little more careful with what you say though. I didn't mention the barrier.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

... [She pauses mid-step--]

......

So you didn't. [--and looks over her shoulder bashfully.] I'll have to be a lot more careful then.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

S'all right. Won't say a thing. And maybe someday you'll tell me who you are. No sweat if you don't, though.

Need anything else, let me know.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

... Uh... Right. Thanks, Derek.

Just give me some time to sort things out.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.