[The idea of utilizing rollerskates in battle just wouldn't leave Olivier alone. So, it isn't odd when she finds herself at the department store trying a pair on for size. Once they're purchased, she makes her way to the park.]
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[If one is going for a stroll/on their way to work in the morning, they might find Olivier pulling on the
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But then there is a problem. For Ed, not Oliver.
Without any sort of warning Ed is forcefully yanked backwards by said blonde ponytail and is dragged away from the swarm of other teenagers (and people who looked like teenagers, but weren't. wtf Mayfield, wtf.]
AGH! WHAT THE HELL IS -- OW THAT HURTS LET GO DAMN IT.
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I've got some work for you Fullmetal.
[She releases his hair and grabs the nearest lamp post to bring herself to a halt.]
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What? I finished the stupid tunnel the other day what else do you want? [he's such a good insubordinate little jerk. c:
And then he notices the skates.]
Uh... [he points at them] What the hell are those?
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[The word battle reminds her of the tunnel.]
And, that tunnel is not stupid. It will be the meeting place for the resistance. I probably need chairs and light in there. And, do you think you can fix the brakes on these things.
[She's clutching the lamp post as she lifts a foot off the ground to show him the skate on her left foot.]
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Major General! I didn't know you came ba...
[As she gets closer, she notices the rollerskates -- and Olivier's obvious discomfort -- and can't help but giggle a little.]
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Sure the hell didn't want to, not that I can remember being here before.
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[That's a good way to get her to stop giggling. With a dejected sigh, she joins Olivier on the bench, trying very hard not to pout.]
Well, in that case, I should introduce myself~! Miakis of the Queen's Knights of Falena, at your service! You and I were pretty good friends, before.
[This may or may not be a lie...]
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Did I leave anything behind?
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Why'd you move?
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What the--what the hell are you--?!
[Loki flails around, trying to grab onto something -- anything -- to prevent his fall.
He finds nothing. The pair skates a few more feet like some strange eight-limbed beast before gravity does its work. Loki will faceplant on the pavement with a yelp. Olivier may or may not follow.]
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What are you trying to do, kill me?
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Kill you?! You're the one who came crashing into me!
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If you hadn't flailed it would have been fine!
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Good thinking!
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I-is this your first time with those?
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Giving them a test run. They might be useful later.
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