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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-10 03:11 pm
automailed) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-10 03:11 pm
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Who: Edward Elric + OTA
Where: All over!
When: Arrival + sickness event
Rating: PG most likely
What: Edward arrives and Gets To Work
( a - arrival; temple and exploration )
[Edward probably didn't make the best impression with Astoria - but then, first impressions are rarely his strong suit - and he's very quickly angered by his lack of alchemy; any time it happened back home while battling that Father bastard had brought with it a sense of helplessness that just makes his irritation rise in spades. Even so, alchemists are still scientists, and a big part of science is observation and investigation, and he's pretty good at those.
Thus, Edward's first days are spent either lurking around the temple, watching as people come and go, or venturing through the territory of his new surroundings, interrogating people as they go about their lives. Don't be surprised if he's suddenly jogging over to you, annoyed and full of questions.]
Hey! Got a minute?
[Most of what he's noticed is how sick people are getting, which does not bode well.]
( b - sickness shenanigans )
[Yeah, the sick stuff definitely didn't bode well- and is getting increasingly worse over time. Edward himself is doing okay, suffering from just a bad case of the sniffles at worst, but he's starting to wonder if he's been dumped into a quarantine zone instead of some kind of battleground. It's making him wish he'd had the chance to study alkahestry, in case it could affect illnesses... then again, it's not like alchemy works here, anyway.
He's a mediocre cook and an even lousier nurse, so there isn't much he can do for the people who are sick, but he's got all four limbs and strength enough to run errands, so for a while he's wandering from place to place, checking in with those who are sick (or those in charge of the sick) for what they need- supplies, an extra pair of hands, cleanup, whatever. It's harder to feel so helpless when you keep yourself busy, and he's not afraid of a day's hard work.
He might also have a black dog with him, trotting along at his side and helping to carry small supplies in her mouth.]
( c - for castmates )
[Thanks to Mustang, he's been made aware of certain other Amestrians in the area, so with some directions in hand, Edward goes looking for them. Hawkeye first, as she's always been straightforward with him. There's no one more dependable. And Hughes...
...well, maybe he puts Hughes off, just a little bit. He won't admit that he's nervous, but... anyway, he'll get there before too long, if Hughes doesn't find him first.
Of course he's on the lookout for the others as well. Gotta check in, make sure they're still kicking.]
Where: All over!
When: Arrival + sickness event
Rating: PG most likely
What: Edward arrives and Gets To Work
( a - arrival; temple and exploration )
[Edward probably didn't make the best impression with Astoria - but then, first impressions are rarely his strong suit - and he's very quickly angered by his lack of alchemy; any time it happened back home while battling that Father bastard had brought with it a sense of helplessness that just makes his irritation rise in spades. Even so, alchemists are still scientists, and a big part of science is observation and investigation, and he's pretty good at those.
Thus, Edward's first days are spent either lurking around the temple, watching as people come and go, or venturing through the territory of his new surroundings, interrogating people as they go about their lives. Don't be surprised if he's suddenly jogging over to you, annoyed and full of questions.]
Hey! Got a minute?
[Most of what he's noticed is how sick people are getting, which does not bode well.]
( b - sickness shenanigans )
[Yeah, the sick stuff definitely didn't bode well- and is getting increasingly worse over time. Edward himself is doing okay, suffering from just a bad case of the sniffles at worst, but he's starting to wonder if he's been dumped into a quarantine zone instead of some kind of battleground. It's making him wish he'd had the chance to study alkahestry, in case it could affect illnesses... then again, it's not like alchemy works here, anyway.
He's a mediocre cook and an even lousier nurse, so there isn't much he can do for the people who are sick, but he's got all four limbs and strength enough to run errands, so for a while he's wandering from place to place, checking in with those who are sick (or those in charge of the sick) for what they need- supplies, an extra pair of hands, cleanup, whatever. It's harder to feel so helpless when you keep yourself busy, and he's not afraid of a day's hard work.
He might also have a black dog with him, trotting along at his side and helping to carry small supplies in her mouth.]
( c - for castmates )
[Thanks to Mustang, he's been made aware of certain other Amestrians in the area, so with some directions in hand, Edward goes looking for them. Hawkeye first, as she's always been straightforward with him. There's no one more dependable. And Hughes...
...well, maybe he puts Hughes off, just a little bit. He won't admit that he's nervous, but... anyway, he'll get there before too long, if Hughes doesn't find him first.
Of course he's on the lookout for the others as well. Gotta check in, make sure they're still kicking.]
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[Of course he's going to get a bunch of newbies like him if he hangs around the temple asking questions. He should've guessed.]
Not exactly. Are you saying it isn't your first time?
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[He gets to his feet, dusting off his jeans and slipping his poor dead phone back into his pocket.]
But yeah, this kinda thing's more common than you'd think. You got the whole speech about us being the only ones who can bring light back to the universe or whatever, right?
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[Not exactly comforting, but not surprising, either.]
Do you believe it?
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[He loses 90% of the flippancy and actually sounds earnest.]
That's not the same as trusting her or thinking we should go along with everything she says, but us being here is proof enough to me that something's gone wrong between the worlds. That and I've known someone like her before. They never lied to us, not exactly--just left out the parts that were inconvenient. I think that's what we really have to watch out for.
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[In that sense he agrees, at least. Though he still has some doubts that she's telling the truth at all. He's simply too new to trust anything yet.]
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[It's always a good time when the cause is real but the methods are 500% sketchy.]
It'd be nice to have a clue who we're supposed to be fighting before they show up on our doorstep.
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[Noooot super helpful.]
You hear about it from anyone else in town?
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[An apologetic shrug.]
There are plenty of people I haven't talked to, though, so maybe you'll have better luck.
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[His tone is nowhere near as amiable as the words. The thought of being here that long is basically the worst and he hates it.
With a grumble he gestures to the communicator.]
I'm Edward. If you come across any useful information, drop me a line?
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[Acting upbeat about this kind of stupidity is pretty much in his job description.]
Strength in numbers and all that, right? Having more people around might finally give us the leverage to get some answers.
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