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

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.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He's just getting to his feet (and he had to roll over his wings -- painful, but necessary to avoid greater pain), crouching low when he sees the earth splitting toward him. Pushing off the ground with his legs, he springs up. He manages to get out of the way just in time, but it does trip him up a little. Regain balance, get off of the defensive, back to the offensive. If there were enough time to cast a spell... Oh, how he greatly resents this weakened form. So much. But he flies at her from the side, sword ready for some blood.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't do this if I were you.

[Because if he decides to lock blades with her, he may be shocked by a nice zap of electricity. Her comfy rubber gloves are handy like that, when dealing with the filial spirits.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Do not tell me what I should or should not do, miserable human.

[So he's totally going for it. Try and stop him, inferior being.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

You asked for it!!

[Then he won't mind the sudden RUSH OF ELECTRICITY when he connects blades? BEHOLD THE MAGICAL BLUE LIGHT OF BZZZZZZZZZZZCHT!!!]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He's glued in place as the electricity jolts through his body. A thousand needles prick his skin from the inside.

Yeah, okay, staggering back now with a pained yell.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[And she leaps up, landing to rest in a tree above Mithos. Lookin' down at ya', blondie.]

You're tough, but you rely on your pride too much. Maybe you should stop drawing blades on people just because they think you're a jerk.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He recomposes himself and shoots his glance upward, landing a sharp glare on her.]

As I've already said, I do not take orders from inferior beings.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Ahaaaa, but you take bolts of lighting from them. Your priorities seem a bit mixed up.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Get down here, you disgusting coward! [Which is a fine thing for him to be saying, really. but like heck he'll let you leave on this note.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She sighs.]

If you want something, you should just do it yourself.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Fine then. He'll cast some magic of his own then. ...Too bad his takes longer. Especially without a Cruxis Crystal (or even a mere Exsphere), this takes a lot more concentration and will exert a lot more of his energy. Wait for it...]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

['Kay! As long as you're ready for another blast of sharp wind coming at you when she swings her blade.

/pokerface. :|]