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

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[crytearsofjoy]

[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.']

[yaburuyo]

[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...

[crytearsofjoy]

Oh yes, that's me. How can I help you?

[She looks up at Elicia from her seat. She... stares. That face looks familiar. It's on the tip of her tongue, and she just can't place it. Sadly this takes away from examining Elicia's leg before the other woman answers.]

[yaburuyo]

[The tall lass taps her foot, her leg making the sound of metal clinging against metal.]

I have a prosthetic leg that's been acting up in the knee. I was wondering if you could give it a look.

[Just don't be surprised when it's a lot like Ed's model. Or that it's automail, period.]

[crytearsofjoy]

[The sound makes Winry snap out of it, and her eyes tear away from Elicia's face down to her leg. It doesn't really help that the design looks familiar. After a few moments of silent confusion Winry stands, and gestures for the other woman to sit down.]

I'll, um - I'll gladly take a look for you Miss...?

[yaburuyo]

... Miss Eli.

[Yeah, that's it.

She sits down with a wobbly creak.]

I'd appreciate it a lot.

[.... X| lets listen to the crickets]

[crytearsofjoy]

Eli, all right. [Winry kneels before her, and begins to examine it - first by removing the knee cap plate to look inside.]

Is this automail, Miss Eli?

[yaburuyo]

[Mrrr, hard to hide that. What other prosthetic looks so familiar? She grips her arm, frowning. Yeah, Sokka made her sword, and Winry made her leg. It's surprisingly hard for her to detach herself from such important facts.

...]

Yeah, it's automail.

[One sentence at a time. Winry looks so young-it feels like it's been such a long time since she actually looked like that. She finally takes off her glasses after a moment, looking sheepish.]

It's pretty obvious, I guess.

[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry stares for a while, extremely confused.]

I feel like I know you. Have we met in Amestris? Rush Valley, maybe?

[yaburuyo]

I-don't think so... Maybe?

[Lying was never her strong suit. Messing with people, sure, but only if her heart was in it. Should she even bother trying to be covert? She's not even sure how long she'll be here.

And then you'll be wondering where the little me is for that long...]

I am from Amestris, though. You are too then?

[... We'll see how it plays out.]

[crytearsofjoy]

Yes, my hometown was Resembool. Where did you live? [Inspecting this knee to see what's wrong with it. She didn't get anything stuck in it, did she? And this design seems oddly familiar as well. Weird.]

[yaburuyo]

[she swallows back a breath] I lived in Central. Central city.

[crytearsofjoy]

Central? I was there a couple times. I've met plenty of nice people there.

[yaburuyo]

Yeah? What reason were you in Central for?

[crytearsofjoy]

The first time I went was to repair automail, but the second time I went was to revisit a family I had met through a friend.

[yaburuyo]

[She perks up. Things like this were short blurs that don't connect; it's the unfortunate ways of getting older, right? But she knew that Winry had met her at her third birthday.

... A lot of her birthdays seem so distant now.]

Oh? Sounds like you had a busy stay in Central...