Welcome to Edensphere--Oh it's YOU lot again.
Characters: OPEN TO: Hatchlings, greeters, guards.
Date/Time: After the fire.
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and swearing
Summary: A lot of people return! There are probably some people there to greet them.
( Like a phoenix rising in the sky // We will run into the morning light )
Date/Time: After the fire.
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and swearing
Summary: A lot of people return! There are probably some people there to greet them.
( Like a phoenix rising in the sky // We will run into the morning light )
Alchemy rubbed where his shoulder was a joint for a metal limb; he could feel the pieces. There were flames in his memories, vague, heat. He recalled pain but it was blurry. Then his dream had caught fire. He put a hand out, flesh brushing the edge of the container.
He wasn't sure where he was, or what had happened. But information flooded his mind: I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist. He breathed in, but it caught in his throat and he thrashed around, spilling out onto the cold floor. Edward Elric. He was certain that was his name.
His eyes opened. And then he realized he was in the same place as when he'd arrived and very naked. He began to flail around, but only one limb came into his vision. He looked over after scraping away a very annoying piece of hair.
"Aw, dammit!" His metal arm was missing again.
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The contents spilled out, bringing the perky brunette with them before she landed on the slime slickened floor with a dull thud. At least this time she'd managed to land on her feet. She took a step forward too quickly and slipped, falling with a squealch on her rear. She winced briefly before her legs instinctively curled forward to cover herself up.
It was then that she thought for a moment about her dream. The endless glowing white nothingness and the people in her life that had slowly brought colour back to the landscape around her. She knew these people were as important to her as the people from her past. Lucy would cherish them always before Alchemy's curse brought the girl back to reality.
Reality brought back memories of the fire, the burning and the pain as her hands wrapped tightly around her shoulders. They shook as she stared at Alchemy with a dumbfounded look on her face. Questions of what had happened and were her friends okay however seemed to pale in comparison to one simple little fact.
Alchemy was missing an arm and in its place was an odd contraption. She didn't care about the stench that flooded her nose, she just stared in disbelief. She knew that Cross had lost an arm in his rebirth over a year ago so why was this so different? Nothing should have surprised Lucy anymore. Not after all she'd done and seen in the Sphere.
She'd wanted to ask if Alchemy was okay but only manage to ask in a raspy tone, "Alchemy, where'd your arm?"
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He would complain about the extra duty he was being more-or-less forced to do, if he wasn't so sure someone would him for his trouble.
He was sitting slumped in a chair behind the desk right now, his eyes closed. Maybe, just maybe, he could get a little shut-eye. There had already been a birth that morning, according to the person who had come off duty before him; it was unlikely the tree would have two hatchings in one day.
Or so he thought. Hearing the sounds of one--no two!--cocoons emptying onto the floor of the Hall, Steve suppressed a groan, and looked around the Station for Newborn Bundles. Coin pouches, sets of clothing, journals, maps... towels. No towels. What the hell? He blinked, then remembered one of the other Greeters saying something about a towel shortage.
Well, wasn't that just his luck? Fine, they wouldn't get any towels, like he cared. He grabbed the stuff he could find and sauntered off to find out who had decided to grace his shift with their presence.
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"What the hell are you doing here?!" He practically screamed this while holding a broken bit in front of his fact with his one hand. "Hell if I know where my arm is, it's not like it just falls off all the time!" He was still rather annoyed and startled by the addition of a female to the birthing party. He hadn't even been born with a sibling last time!
Last time... "Shit..." He remembered, vaguely, the fire in the house. He smacked the bit on his forehead. It crumbled and he quickly grabbed another piece to hide the girl from his vision. I... died? This was unfair, completely. He hadn't even done anything to- "Ugh, what is that smell!?" He hadn't noticed it until now. Although, that might have been because he'd been subjected to it for a couple of days.
A greeter came into his vision. "About time." He snapped. His arm was getting tired of holding up a piece of cocoon, after all. And he was tired of sitting in goopy birth-gunk.
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"Why do you think I'm here genius," she snapped hotly. "You're not the only one who died in that fire. And you can quit trying to cover yourself up, I'm not looking."
Footsteps had her looking over shoulder to see a greeter approaching. He had the newborn bundles in his arms but there seemed to be a lack of towels in his arms. A slightly sour look came across her face before it quickly washed away.
"Is everybody okay?"
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He used that moment to observe the scene. A kid with blond hair, one arm, and holding a piece of cocoon in front of his face rather than a more... strategic area. Steve grinned. The kid was clearly shy. He switched his attention to the other person. A woman, facing slightly away so that all he could see was her side. She was instantly dismissed as he started walking forward again, trying to breathe through his mouth as much as he could. Where the hell was this stench coming from, anyway?
He addressed the blond kid, thrusting a set of clothing at him. "Here, take 'em. And don't complain, I was looking for towels. There ain't any, though, so don't even ask. A lotta people died, and there's apparently a shortage." As a sort of afterthought, he shoved a set at the girl, too. What a gentleman.
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He stood, somehow trying to stand and keep himself covered at the same time He looked around, disbelieving Steve... no towels. Damn. He was about to clap to create some out of the ground, at least for his and Lucy's comfort, when he realized he had no other hand! Not having an arm was a damn inconvenience. Not to mention his leg was squelching out goop. He moved over to slide the clothes behind his tiny bit of shell left. It would provide a bit of privacy, at least.
From behind it, "Have you heard of anyone being born... a suit of armor. Should be about one-point-nine meters." He paused, remembering the Fullmetal from before, "Or... looking a bit like me." He continued pulling on the grossly oversized pants and shirt that fell to just above his knees. He poked his head out. "Fullmetal. Have you seen him?" He wasn't sure which he preferred: that Fullmetal had died and this man had seen him reborn or that the man hadn't seen him and Fullmetal had lived. There was another possibility, of course, that he refused to believe.
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"Who are you talking about?"
Her mind was drawing a blank. Who was this Fullmetal person that he was asking about? Lucy didn't know that Fullmetal had been important to her in the past. She looked at the boy with a confused looked on her face. If there was a thought bubble above Lucy's head it would display a ". . .?"
She decided to keep her mouth shut after that. The girl got the feeling that her confusion was pretty clear.
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"Oh, the world changed while you were dead. Here's a map and the other stuff." He handed them each a journal, a map, and a pouch of coin. If the kid knew Fullmetal, he was therefore slightly cool by association, and deserved what passed for politeness from Steve.
"I guess you remember how this place works? Oh, but the housing ain't all repaired yet, so talk to a guard about where you can stay for now. He'll assign you a bunk." The girl was ignored again, but he had given her everything he was supposed to, so who was complaining?
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That worried him slightly. For all the worrying she'd been doing while Fullmetal had been gone, for all the hassle he'd had... She had forgotten? It didn't seem fair, not to her, not to Fullmetal, not to him. Was he the only one of them that remembered that damn ball? He rubbed his head with the back of his hand, not wanting to get everything messy.
"He's..." Alchemy made a face. "Probably..." He knew exactly what his brother would be doing without his supervision. The exact same thing he had done without him last time. Adopt a million homeless strays. "Hey, you, you know anything about cats and stuff that might've survived the fire?" That was really weird... talking about it as if... as if he and a bunch of other people hadn't died in it. And he hadn't been able to help, just stuck in his own house while it burned to the ground. Fullmetal... how are you holding up?
The world changed. Damn! And he was so close. This whole place was frustrating. How did you just up and change an entire world in- come to think of it... he wasn't sure how long he had been dead.
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After shaking her head at Alchemy, Lucy grabbed one of the journals and maps out of Steve's hands and quickly leafed through it. There wasn't a lot of writing in it but from what she could see, tragedy was quite evident. Some of the writing was newer than others and practically every entry was smeared with ash. A quick mental note was made to find her friends as soon as possible.
The map was opened next and the perky brunette's eyes widened noticeably. The second floor was completely different from when she'd been there last. "Hyne... it's all different now."
She turned back toward their Greeter. "What day is it? What needs to be done?"
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"I think all the pets survived. Kinda weird, that this place decided to save them and not more people." He took another moment to think. "I think some kid with a fruit name was collecting 'em. Cherry or Pear, something like that. Fullmetal mighta been too, I dunno."
He glanced at the chick, registering her question but addressing the answer to the kid. "It's Wednesday. You've been dead for four days, if you died in the fire. The guards will probly give you something to do if you ask 'em. But I dunno how much use you'll be, a one-armed half-pint and a chick." He smirked.
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Of course it would save the animals... As much as they had their place in the world. He wanted to shake his head. No, they were just as important as people in the world's scheme. Admittedly, humans did kill them for food, but that was their part in the world. Eventually, the hunter would give back what had been offered. It all equaled out in the end. But then...
"Who're you calling small enough that a microscope'd be needed to see?!" He took a step forward, aiming to swing a punch at Steve, only to slip on the goop and do a spectacular faceplant.
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Her hand was on Steve's shoulder, grip tight as she spun him around. Yes, she was small like Alchemy but as her free hand balled into a fist, she felt dead serious about what she was going to say. However, that balled up fist was launched at the Greeter in a symbol of her annoyance.
"Listen up," she snapped. "This 'chick' and this guy," she pointed at Alchemy. "Can do plenty and we don't need reminders from some entitled dick about what we can and cannot do. And unless you want another punch to the mouth, I'd shut my mouth if I were you."
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He would have fallen over, more from shock then from the blow, if she hadn't still been hanging onto his shirt as she delivered her little lecture. His hand came up to touch his face but then he pulled it back hastily. "Fine, just get out. Go try an' help, see if I care what you do."
He pulled out of her grip and slunk off back to the Greeter station. At least no one had seen it happen, and he would never report it. He would never live it down if anyone ever heard about him getting punched by a girl.
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He hid his pleasure that at least someone had sent him running by attempting to start walking. The slipping and one-armed flailing generally made it hard to be serious, however. Fullmetal. He had to be serious. Knowing the boy, he'd probably worried himself sick -or as sick as a suit of armor could get- about his near-death experience.
"I'm going to find Fullmetal. You wanna come, you can. Just don't be a bother. If not," He shrugged as if to say, doesn't matter to me.
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