Welcome to Edensphere, Fullme- wait, what did you say?
Characters: Throne/Teddy (child_proteus), Fullmetal/Al (rustyarmor)
Date/Time: Wednesday, September 17th. Evening.
Location: The Wilderness as a Shoe Outlet.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Fullmetal returns to the Sphere and Throne is there to greet them. Only, they don't recognize one another anymore.
Throne was tired. But what else was new. It seemed like everybody was tired nowadays. Tired and cold and uncomfortable, the lot of them were working too hard and eating too little -- getting sick, losing sleep. Everyone was too busy worrying about everybody else to think about themselves, running around trying to figure out who was lost and who was simply missing while the Sphere slowly made its way out from underneath the rubble.
It had been a while since he'd found himself here, sitting amongst the cocoons. True, he had spent all day during the evacuation carrying them up and down, back and forth, between the Hall to the lift and from the lift to here -- a not-so quiet corner of the warehouse where the shelves were stacked thick with them, goo running down in thick gloppy rivulets down onto the floor. But this, this was different. This was Throne doing his job, waiting diligently for something or somebody to hopefully hatch -- a small reminder that there was maybe hope (if Throne could call it that) for everybody that still hadn't been found, for those who never would be. Settling back down onto the hard carpeted floor, Throne pulled his legs up against his chest and dropped his chin down onto his knees. He wanted company and thought about pulling out his journal and writing for Want, but figured that maybe what with how miserable he'd been lately, the one thing that Want needed was maybe a break.
He sighed and then, oddly enough, one of the cocoons sitting on one of the lowest shelves suddenly shuddered and gave a small jolt before rolling forward onto the floor. Ah the circle of life, it begins again, blahdy blahdy whatever, Throne thought as the brushed off his jeans and slowly pulled himself up to his feet.
Date/Time: Wednesday, September 17th. Evening.
Location: The Wilderness as a Shoe Outlet.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Fullmetal returns to the Sphere and Throne is there to greet them. Only, they don't recognize one another anymore.
Throne was tired. But what else was new. It seemed like everybody was tired nowadays. Tired and cold and uncomfortable, the lot of them were working too hard and eating too little -- getting sick, losing sleep. Everyone was too busy worrying about everybody else to think about themselves, running around trying to figure out who was lost and who was simply missing while the Sphere slowly made its way out from underneath the rubble.
It had been a while since he'd found himself here, sitting amongst the cocoons. True, he had spent all day during the evacuation carrying them up and down, back and forth, between the Hall to the lift and from the lift to here -- a not-so quiet corner of the warehouse where the shelves were stacked thick with them, goo running down in thick gloppy rivulets down onto the floor. But this, this was different. This was Throne doing his job, waiting diligently for something or somebody to hopefully hatch -- a small reminder that there was maybe hope (if Throne could call it that) for everybody that still hadn't been found, for those who never would be. Settling back down onto the hard carpeted floor, Throne pulled his legs up against his chest and dropped his chin down onto his knees. He wanted company and thought about pulling out his journal and writing for Want, but figured that maybe what with how miserable he'd been lately, the one thing that Want needed was maybe a break.
He sighed and then, oddly enough, one of the cocoons sitting on one of the lowest shelves suddenly shuddered and gave a small jolt before rolling forward onto the floor. Ah the circle of life, it begins again, blahdy blahdy whatever, Throne thought as the brushed off his jeans and slowly pulled himself up to his feet.