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]

[Ooohohoho, she doesn't recognize him right away, no. But even with that baby face not-so-baby in her time, she notices the sword hanging on him. The hair. His eyes.]

... Mithos.

[She says it as he passes, just a few steps, as she clutches the hilt of her sword. Her dislike of him practically rolled off her shoulders in waves.]

Of anyone in the village, I'm sure you've changed the least.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He had taken note of the human passing by, out of the constant distrust with which he surrounds himself, suspicious of everyone's intentions. When she utters his name, he stops in his tracks and turns to evaluate. A second glance-over only confirms that he's never seen this person in his life. His eyes narrow.]

How do you know who I am? [never taking his glare off her, he lowers the grocery bags to the ground beside him. This is definitely a time to have his hands free. He grips the hilt of his own sword, waiting for an answer.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

We've fought before, actually. But you wouldn't remember.

[That's right. It hasn't happened yet.]

The hypocrite who despises humans and yet discriminates like they do, right?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[His eyebrows furrow in perplexion. What is she talking about? He's positive that they have never spoken before. One other thing is certain: the arrogant attitude is definitely rubbing him the wrong way.]

Don't pretend that you know anything about me. I've never had the misfortune of seeing you before now.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

True, you've never seen me yet. But I've had the trouble of meeting you; the only difference is you were taller and much less babyfaced.

[Seriously, it is throwing me off a bit there, kid.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

...We cross paths in the future. [The only possibility her dropped hints add up to. Strange and implausible, except it's Luceti so anything flies. How...troublesome. A flash of indignation in his eyes, and he swells himself up to his full height of...not quite 5'2".]

It is a mistake to underestimate me based on this appearance. If you know me in the future, you should be well aware of what I can do.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

And what would you do?

[Careful, Mithos. There's a flash of something dangerous in her gaze.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Cut off your l-- oh wait.

He only smirks coldly, taking a few slow steps to the side as if intending to circle around her. Don't give him a reason to fight, Elicia. It doesn't take much to light him off.]

I would start by drawing my sword. [and he does just that.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[HEY. RUDE.

She doesn't even touch hers yet, though the capacity core on her belt jingles as he shifts. She's not entirely sure what you're capable of at the moment, but she's not about to back off to your bullying. Instead, she just puts a gloved hand on her hip, towering quite a bit compared to poor, short Mithos.]

I could've told you that. Glowering and drawing swords isn't exactly a special skill.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Among the many things he despises, one is being taken lightly. He wants (needs) her to fear him, not make jokes. Despite barely knowing who she is, he already finds her insufferable. And it sounds like in years to come they have a history together...he really hopes he's slain her at some point.]

Neither is making stupid remarks.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Is that your best comeback? Because I have pocketfuls of stupid remarks.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He's done with this. He doesn't need some human making fun of him, looking down on him, writing him off as some joke. She'll regret it soon enough. Without preamble, he launches himself at her, sword angled to slice through her with ease.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[SHE DRAWS HER SWORD--

No just kidding, she doesn't draw it. One jingle of the core and one little gust from Kipinn and she skuffs out of the way, side-jumping out of sword's reach.

/UNAMUSED]

Do you have to be this way everytime we bump into each other?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He skids to avoid overshooting too much, and turns instantly to re-situate himself. His blade glints threateningly.]

Only if you insist on being so arrogant each time. [as he hisses these words, he attempts another attack. The fact that she hasn't even drawn out her own sword only serves to anger him further.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[FINE, you asked for it, blondie. She draws and Kipinn's filial magic seems to wrap around her, as she shoots toward him and swings her sword violently into his.

Let's see how physically strong you are, then. She'll give her blade a hard shove, hand pressed on the back of the katana.]

derp

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He's stronger than his small stature would indicate. Four milennia of battle experience hides beneath the surface. He braces against the force of her sword, quickly pushing himself off to attack from a different angle.]

matching icons....! /bahface

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Millenia! Pffft, who cars about your life stupid life! >:^|

I mean—blocking now. And using wind to blow your hair into your eyes, because that's just how we roll. Maybe it'll buy her a better opening, or get her a chance to draw back.]

F A I T O

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[What the--! Surprisingly, nobody has ever thought to do that before. So the sudden inability to see definitely throws him off for a moment. He quickly switches to a defensive stance, drawing back and tossing his head to clear his line of sight. Filthy annoying human...]

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT /PULLS HIS HAIR

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[How about a fist COMING FOR YOUR FACE!!! >:^U]

WHY WOULD YOU EVER-- THIS IS WHY HUMANS SUCK

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Unexpected, but he throws up his left arm to block just in time. There's a sword coming at you too from the other side, slashing laterally through the air.]

YOU JUST DON'T FIGHT RIGHT >:^|

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Tch--!!

[Curses! She locks blades and goes in for kicking the back of his knee. With her automail leg. >:^|]

I'VE BEEN FIGHTING SINCE LONG BEFORE YOU WERE EVEN AN IDEA

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[His leg buckles and he falls backward. There's little time to react, but he can at least manage to twist to the side to avoid landing awkwardly on his wings. This is a pained grunt. Ow, his arm -- luckily (for him, not his opponent) not his sword arm.]

OH YEAH? WELL EVEN *I'M* MANLIER THAN YOU RIGHT NOW.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Oh, come on, lady luck! >:^|

At least she's got an upper hand. She points her sword at him as he's down on the ground. Go ahead and swing at her, Mithos. See what she does. It'll probably include.... blocking!!]

.....I'M A LATE-BLOOMER, SHUT UP

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He holds his sword steadily in front of himself. Or...above himself, really, since he's on the ground. It's at an awkward angle, but far better than leaving himself wide open. This is not where he wants to be. The sword pointing at his face nulls any chance of climbing back up - as soon as he moves she's sure to swing the weapon, and from this disadvantageous position... He'll try rolling to the left, just to put distance between them. Can't touch this, filthy human.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Elicia's learned a thing or two since you hacked a leg off her, jerk. So as he rolls, she slices at the air. He'd better move a lot quicker--see that crack in the earth rushing toward him? That's actually made from a blade-like gust of wind.]