towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Edward Elric and YOU!
Setting: Room 3-10 and other floors of the tower.
Format: Action is preferred, but I'll match.
Summary: Ed wakes up in the tower and is not please. Not pleased at all.
Warnings: Ed's mouth. That's about it for now.

» Room 3-10

[Ed braced himself, gritting his teeth and slowly attempting to pull himself up off the ground. For a second he was doing just fine, but then a biting, sharp pain -- more pain that he had felt in a long, long time -- in his stomach made him freeze. His breath caught in his chest. His heart skipped more than a few beats and his eyes went wide as the world starting spinning. He choked and looked down, immediately wishing that he hadn't. A piece of metal, a long beam from some abandoned construction work, ran right through him. He was skewered.

He let his guard down. He had shown mercy and this was the price he had to pay for it. If he didn't do something soon he was going to die here at the bottom of this mine shaft.

His vision blurred, the world around him grew dark and then...

And then he woke up and the pain was gone.

He struggled, fighting against the sleep paralysis as his mind raced -- where was he? Did someone find him in that mind shaft and bring him here? But how? There was no way. That wasn't a dream right? It couldn't have been a dream. He remembered it too well, that pain was real.

Thirty seconds later Ed shot up with a strangled sort of scream. His chest heaved with each breath as he looked around the room. This was definitely not a mineshaft. This wasn't a place he knew.]

» Various floors

((Ed's pretty much exploring the entirety of the tower so pick a floor, any floor and that's where the thread will be! Just specify the floor in your tag!))

[Now that all of that was over with it was time to get moving. He had more important things to do. Things like finding out if this letter was for real. There had to be answers somewhere in this tower. There had to be someone here who knew something. I mean, Amestris couldn't be gone... right?]

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[The frown on his face is Majima's answer. That answer is: good God yes, yes he is.]

Interesting name Where are you from?

... Name's Ed, by the way. Edward Elric.

[ He opens his mouth then closes it. No point in giving the city if the country isn't recognized, right? ] Japan. Does that sound familiar to ya?

Eddy, then.

Just Ed.

[He shakes his head.] Np I've ever heard of it. Don't suppose you've heard of Amestris then?

Right, right.

[ A dismissive wave of his hand. He'll think about calling him just 'Ed.' ]

Nope, never.

[... He'll take what he can get for now.]

Yeah, had a feeling you'd say that. No one else has either.

[ A brief smile before he frowns a little. ]

Sorry 'bout that.

[He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck.]

It's alright. I don't buy all this bullshit about our worlds being destroyed. So it's probably better no one else from home is here.

Yer not buyin' it?

[ He almost asks 'why,' but decides to let it go. People gotta have their hope and it isn't him to crush that unless it is gettin' in his way. ]

Yeah, I can buy that.

Not in the slightest.

[Not mentioning that it freaked him the hell out when he read the note for the first time.]

There's too much that doesn't add up.

'uppose that's true.

Besides, it sounds too much like a cheesy sci-fi horror movie.

... Sci-fi? What's that?

Science-fiction. Like robots and mad scientists and clones.

Science fiction...?

[This just seems to confuse him more and he says the words like they're completely foreign to him.]

I've... I've honestly never heard of that before...

Wow.

[ He rubs his nose a little as he stares on more than a little confused and in awe. ]

Yer really from some backwater world, huh?

I didn't think it was, but jeeze...

Maybe your technology is just different from ours.

Let's see...

Do ya got somethin' like cellphones, or computers?

[Just. The blankest look.]

A what now?

What --

-- do you communicate with? With goddamn doves and shit?

Phones, telegrams, radio, letters. Things like that.

So not as oldie as I thought that it was. Congrats.

So do you have stuff like automail where you're from? What kind of sciences are generally practiced?

[Curious Ed is very, very curious now.]

Automail? The hell is that?

[ He stares blankly. ] I dunno. The usual. We cloned a sheep or some shit.

Guess that's a no.

[He rubs the back of his neck a bit before taking off the glove of his right hand and wiggles his very metallic fingers.]

It's a mechanical prosthetic.

Eh? That's some pretty sweet shit.

[ He smiles a little wider as he find the sight of it more than a little interesting. ]

Can it turn into anything? Like a gun-arm? Fire shit from it? Shoot out knives?