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 shrugs.]

Lots of things happen. Um... Anything in particular? Or are you wondering about our captors and all that?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Aa. That's as good a place to start as any.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She leans in to the nearest counter, looking thoughtful.]

Well, everything kinda stayed the same 'til I was around... 12? 13? And then things started getting a little tough; the Third Party kind of got an upper hand on the malnosso... And a few years before than, they really nearly wiped out the malnosso.

Things kind of got a little more tough then. We had more fighting to do, and then we lost some of the usual things we get here.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[It's hard to really feel any type of pity for their captures, but Sanji knows their own survival is tightly linked to theirs. If they were nearly destroyed, that doesn't even the chances for those in Luceti.

... In fact...]

That include that shitty revolving door that keeps us alive?

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She dips her head... and shakes it at the thought of the reviving, hands gripping her knees. Only one feels anything. Perhaps it's clear she's well-aware of it no longer functioning. Painfully so.]

... It's gone, too.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[So the dead stay dead, at last. Something that maybe should be celebrated, but after nearly two years of living with the exact opposite...

His hand grips his knife a little too tightly, with the question of "who" - because he knows there is a who - going unspoken. No matter if this is the reality he'll end up with, handling the truth is more than he wants to accept]

Heh. If even some of us are still around, we must be doing something right. [He resumes cutting the veggies up] But it sounds like a tough environment to grow up in.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She rubs her shoulder. The problem was, many of the people dying were doing everything right. Everything good. It's still a pang in her heart strong enough to leave her quiet for a moment.

Can't think about that now... Just not thinking about it helps.]

Sometimes. By the time the worst of it happened, I was already just about an adult.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... [A hesitant breath]

The worst?

1/2

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

...

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[... She waves her hand at that, a carefully crafted smile crossing her features.]

Aaaah, don't worry about it. It's just the usual crap Luceti tries.

[Just food problems, direct attacks on the village, losing my mother and many friends. No big deal.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[... Very convincing. Not. But still, Sanji offers no immediate attempts to challenge her, save for a sad noise in his throat.

Until then he presses onward]

I dunno. The shitty Malnosso must be getting a bit more creative if you've had to fight, too.

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She smiles.]

Should have known you'd figure as much. Though, it wasn't as though I was forced to fight; I wanted to help of my own free will, y'know. [She leans back, smiling.] I've gotten pretty good, too!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Hooo? That right? [Smirking lightly over his shoulder. The idea of her fighting, while not a path he would have endorsed, isn't very hard to fathom -- not with the people she's grown up with.]

Let me guess - Law got to you. [He remembers well from the Luceti Valley experiment, man]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

That's right! [a laugh] I've had tips from a few swordsmen around here, but he was especially helpful about getting me to being a decent swordsman, myself.

[She winks.]

But between you and me, I can hold a barfight pretty well.

[trolling or not? HARD TO TELL.]