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.]

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[markofthewise]

[At the smithy, Sokka is busy inspecting a new weapon to see if it's ready for Leon to add some runes to it. When he hears someone enter, he doesn't turn to see who it is, but just speaks up to acknowledge their presence.]

Just a minute.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Winry's in the smithy drawing up sketches for her ideas on Ed's proposed 'lock bar' for the war. Feel free to interrupt her, 'little sis.']

[consultmybooks]

[Giles is sifting through the Item Shop, looking for anything that might pass for decent work gloves, when the dress catches his eye. It's normally the dress, it's the best dead give away of a New Feather that there is. He looks up, rubs at his eyes a second just to make sure that he's really seeing what he thinks he's seeing.

...yep. That's a New Feather dress. All right, then.

He waits until Elicia has passed within easy speaking distance on her way to the Item Shop before he speaks.]

...just got in, then?

hooray for placeholders!

[queenly-valiant.livejournal.com]

[Lucy's out getting extra groceries when she spots the (strangely familiar) woman walking about in a New Feather dress. So she just assumes it's close to the start of a new cycle and goes over to say hi.]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek is on the porch of house 45, carefully carving a wooden stake. He's already gotten the shape and the point, and now he's very carefully putting designs in the side of the wood. He will glance up and nod at the new person passing by, although there is a slight frown; it wasn't time for the new feathers yet, was it?]

[deathsdoctor]

[Good ol' House 22. Right next to House 23. It's a nice stroll down memory land, huh?

It's lacking its garden... but look over there. Practicing sword katas.

He looks so young... doesn't he?]

[goldenglasses]

[Well there is one face that hasn't changed much wandering the forest. His face and hands are covered with dirt as he heads back to town. Just because Rem was here didn't mean he could be lax with taking care of the flowers she left behind on her first visit.

Although that white dress tends to stand out in the forest.] Hey! Are you alright?

[contentedly]

[It's been a quiet day at the Hughes house. Gracia had heard about this. Had heard that they'd taken Elicia once before. But that... didn't make the reality of it any easier to bare. For a long time, there had been no comforting her. She'd actually raged before shutting herself in her room for a long time to weep.

Today was... today was something like That Day. Not the day when they'd told her. But the day after. The day she had to get up and face the world bereft.

Except there were no arrangements to be made. There was nothing to be done. And it pressed around her like a heavy blanket, muffling everything, making each movement twice the effort.

But she makes the movement anyway - specifically, she creates the movement. She's in the process of giving the house a thorough cleaning, and has a bandanna wrapped around her hair, an old dress and apron, gloves... and is on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the front porch.]

[wise_maiden]

[Once Elicia has gotten more of her bearings of the village...

It's Not A Rainy day, so Raine is -- well, going through the motions with her lighter summer schedule. Mostly concentrated outside her house, taking a break while painting in the shade of a tree. Might be a familiar sight; might not be. Her hair's a little longer in Elicia's world, but aside from that...]

[Action]

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Elicia may have to ask a few people where Miyabi lives, but it's not hard, really. The cherry tree hill is where this little painter has and perhaps will live for her time in Luceti. Miyabi's sweeping out her house today, tiny little clouds of dust escaping the equally tiny house nestled amongst the weaving roots of the largest cherry blossom tree. She hums pleasantly to herself, unknowing of this new and unfamiliar girl's presence.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia's sitting on the stoop outside House 9, after another moving another load from House 32. After moving all over Luceti, the summoner thinks -and hopes- that this one will stick. She's right, at least in Elicia's present.

At the moment, she's doing little but flipping through the journal and using wind magic to cool her off, sipping some lemonade to help with the process.]

[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...?]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Boy, this is a toughie. She's practically a stiff board when she comes waddling in on her poor leg. At least she has her normal clothes back. Waddling in a white bland dress just felt like she was a hospital patient.]

U-uh... Are you—You're Winry, right...?

[She adjusts her sunglasses. Because she is the master at stealth.]

I heard you're good with prosthetic limbs...

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[And in a patch of grass by the fountain is Foot, sleeping peacefully with her litter of seven kittens sprawled around and on her. Her ears will twitch though as Elicia approaches, and eventually, she'll open her eyes sleepily to see who it is.]

1/2

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind her, she's just picking up her clothes and—

drops them to stare.

It'd been four years since the revivals worked. It felt so much longer, though. And for a moment, she's reminded of the old days, where people came back within a week. As if it were some morbid vacation.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[And then awkwardly bending in her messed up automail and stupid dress to pick them back up.]

Ah, sorry; you scared me there... I guess I'm pretty new. As new as they get, right?

[3:^)]

I just sort of... poofed in.

[consultmybooks]

Sorry. That certainly wasn't my intention. [He bends down to help her gather things up.]

Everyone here is new sometime. And "poofing" is the generally accepted method of arrival. It's nothing to be ashamed of, although I do wish they'd think up a better term than "New Feather."

\o/

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[Ah—she smiles fondly. Even if she's unsure about telling anyone anything, it's... sort of hard not to be happy. You haven't changed as much as some people, Lucy. And as one of the people who are around her age? She valued your time. A lot.]

Hello! I guess I'm a pretty obvious eyesore, right?

[5'9", wobbly leg, silly new blinding white gown... yeah. It's old times.]

[fabrecation]

[The house where Elicia might remember Luke and his family living is not there. The land isn't even cleared away to make way for it. But nearby is Community Housing Building 2, where Luke walks out of with a list of groceries in hand. He might not see her at first, as he's busy looking over the list and frowning over some of the things Asch is asking for. Milk, gross...]

[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.]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

... [Memory lane, indeed.

Wow. It's funny how you don't notice such a huge change over the years, because you're trapped in changing yourself. But now she just feels so out of place and unsure about even saying hi.

Instead, she watches from behind a tree. Aaaah, sword katas. |D]

[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]

[Hope you enjoy an Elicia who's almost as tall as you, Vash. :|a

She gives him a surprised look—he really didn't age one bit, just like she knew. After a moment she blinks away her confusion and tries to keep upright with that damned metal leg of hers. CREAK.]

I'm alright... Just, uh, confused...

[It's true, anyway. :|]

[yaburuyo.livejournal.com]

[She spent a good 20 minutes standing in front of the door, unsure if she should do this. No. She can do this. The future... she could fix hers. Her mama and papa were in there... One child, though. What if she ruined that?

Everett and Lillie—they mean the world to her. To Gracia and Hughes, not yet, not yet. But then, her mother could die. Would die? She's not even entirely sure how to approach this anymore.

But one thing was for sure. She wanted nothing more right now than to hug her mother.



knock knock]

[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?