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]

Yeah, sure.

[... What are you doing over there. She limps a little closer, and does the ol' bird-poking-its-head-around maneuver. By the way, she's pretty tall. She aaaalmost made it to 6'0, fancy that. It's a father gene.]

...

[Actually, if she's in the Smithy and this guy is familiar... Could he be...?]

[markofthewise]

[Tall enough to make them the same height, then. At least for now! When he notices what she's doing, he finally turns around, looking vaguely annoyed at... whoever this is.]

... yes?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Ah, nothing. Just wondering what you were working on, is all... Um. Are you Sokka?

[She already figures what the answer is, but still.]

I'm looking for a sword.

[markofthewise]

That's me, Sokka. [He would be concerned about how she knows him, but he does kind of run the place. She must have asked around.]

And we have a lot of swords around here. What are you looking for?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

It's... a katana, about this long. [I love you thiiiis muuuuch] The sheath is is black and has a lotta' knicks on it.

[Mainly because she used it a lot as a guard against other blades. Might as well make use of it if it's made of sturdy stuff, amirite. :|a]

[markofthewise]

... yeah, I know which one you're talking about. [The only New Feather sword to appear in weeks. And wouldn't you just know that when he looked at it, he found his own mark etched into the blade. So she's going to be getting some serious side eyeing now.]

Stay here, I'll go grab it.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Hrrrm, fine. She leans back against the wall, her leg making an unneeded rasp at the effort. Winry, you'd better be here. B|]

Alright...

[My god, he's so... not older. This is the twilight zone, as far as she's concerned.]

[markofthewise]

[He returns with the sword in hand, part of the blade exposed from the sheath. He does not hide his suspicion very well.]

This is a nice sword. Whoever made it must've been good. Real good.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

One of the best. It's been with me for a good five years now.

[/no1curr of your suspicion]

[markofthewise]

Five years? That's weird. I've only been making swords like that for two.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Well, of course. You didn't make it. [yet.]

[markofthewise]

So someone just put my mark on it, then. That makes sense.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Why does it have to be your mark? Maybe you and the other guy just had the same kind. You never know. [GEEZ, you ask too many questions.]

[markofthewise]

Please. Don't insult a craftsman. We can always recognize our own work. [So this can only mean one thing...]

So cough it up! Who's been copying my work!?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[you'll never shut up, will you]

Who knows. It's a mystery.

[markofthewise]

It wouldn't be if you just told me.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Well, fine.

No one's been copying your work.

[markofthewise]

Meaning...? [He's waiting.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Because you made the sword, of course.

You just haven't... actually done it yet.

[markofthewise]

For something I haven't done yet, it sure looks done.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, time is pretty weird like that. 'Welcome to Luceti', remember?

...


I'm from the future, Sokka.

[markofthewise]

[And then it all makes sense and Sokka isn't remotely surprised.] Oh. It's one of those sort of things.

[So that leaves the question of who she is.]

You're not going to be my daughter of the future, are you? Because, seeing as how I'm not blonde and neither is Suki? That's going to be pretty hard to explain.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh, no.

I'm Hughes' daughter, last I checked.

[markofthewise]

[Oh. Well that's a relief-

OH.]

Elicia?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

That's me.

...

How's it going?