[August 29th, Action] :|truthgetSeptember 13 2011, 08:23:07 UTC
[Edward wakes up in the infirmary of the main ship this morning, feeling disoriented, weak, and overall rather pathetic. As soon as he's awake he tries to move - to sit up - but is greeted by a rushing wave of pain, pain, ow ow ow STOP MOVING - instructions that he promptly follows. So much for getting up and out of here.
Stuck in place, he instead glances around, trying to see if anything - or anyone - familiar is visible. It's a pretty big room, but surely there'd be someone who might be able to fill him in on what happened.]
[August 29th, Action] moezuoSeptember 14 2011, 05:41:40 UTC
[ your savior is laying on his stomach on the next bed over. one arm is dangling off of the mattress and there's a pretty damn undignified expression on his face. he may even be drooling.
[August 29th, Action] truthgetSeptember 15 2011, 02:48:50 UTC
[Oh hey, it's that guy. Didn't he-
...Right, he did. And he looks terrible, damn. Edward grimaces again and slumps back down against the uncomfortable surface of his makeshift bed, glaring at the ceiling.]
[August 29th, Action] moezuoSeptember 16 2011, 06:13:27 UTC
[ eventually, the man comes to. he lifts his head slightly, winces, then lets it fall back on the pillow and groans softly. he's pretty much completely awake within seconds once the pain kicks in. ]
Damn... [ he buries his face in the pillow for a moment, trying to remember what exactly happen- ah, that was right. ] ... Worse than getting hit by a truck...
[August 29th, Action] truthgetSeptember 28 2011, 04:06:15 UTC
...Well... thanks, then. I owe you one. [Even if it makes him feel kind of pathetic that he couldn't have made it on his own, he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.]
Stuck in place, he instead glances around, trying to see if anything - or anyone - familiar is visible. It's a pretty big room, but surely there'd be someone who might be able to fill him in on what happened.]
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he's still out cold. ]
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...Right, he did. And he looks terrible, damn. Edward grimaces again and slumps back down against the uncomfortable surface of his makeshift bed, glaring at the ceiling.]
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Damn... [ he buries his face in the pillow for a moment, trying to remember what exactly happen- ah, that was right. ] ... Worse than getting hit by a truck...
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Hey. You okay?
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... Hey. You're that kid...
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[His memories of that time are pretty damned vague at this point, but the face is definitely familiar.]
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Yeah... I guess I did.
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[ and a long, long pause. ] ... Haa. I'm just glad to be out of there.
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[He shifts a little, attempting to sit up again, this time making use of the pillow. Maybe... maybe... maybe... almost...]
You're pretty strong, though. No wonder you were drafted.
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What was that thing you did back there?
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It's not magic! It's science. We call it alchemy. It's a reconstruction of matter using the energy of the world.
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