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It's amazing how, one day everyone can be going on about... uh... female... body parts... and one day people can be talking about morals and choices, and going home.

Whatever happens, I just hope there's a way for everyone to get what they want- whether it's a way home, or a life here. There's no reason why we have to fight each other in order for that to happen, right? I know I don't want this to become a battle. I've got one of those waiting for me at home already.

[ FILTERED TO OLIVIER ]

Olivier? I have those nails you asked for. Did you want to meet somewhere?

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He... did. But he came back... somehow. I'm not really sure exactly how- it'd just happened when I was pulled here.

[ chuckles ] I've been ready to be back in my own body since the second I woke up in this one. ... Pretty sure I could take you like this, though.

Well, if I accidentally get sent to your world, you'd better let me meet him. He sounds like an interesting fellow.

Oh, really? That's a tall order, soldier. I don't think you could. I still get up at five and train every morning. And after I take this home... [She shakes the purse.] ...I'll have my sword back.

I'm sure you two would have all sorts of things to talk about.

Fighting is what I was built for. Besides, the town gave me my weapons back a long time ago. [ quirks an eyebrow ] Sword? What happened to the kitchen?

Oho, you already have them all back? Show me how they work. Fighting is what I was bred for. It's not too different.

[She laughs again.] I won't have any pots or pans left. That's a little like remodeling. You aren't going to get upset over a little tactical lying, are you?

I think I can find it in my spark to forgive you.

[ as for that first part, he flicks a hand out and one of his whips comes springing from his sleeve. It ricochets off of the statue of the mayor- not without damaging it, of course- and with another flick of his arm, it whips out to his side before retracting. ]

Those look useful. [The scary look of joy and tactical planning is back.] I fought something with a similar weapon only a few weeks ago. He dislocated my brother's shoulder and broke my arm. Do you have any others?

Edited 2010-04-01 03:45 (UTC)

That look on your face is a little frightening, just so you know.

And I just have my whips. And my electricity.

[She actually covers her face, embarrassed.] I forget that I'm not supposed to smile. [With a sigh, she straightens herself up a bit.]

One of my men had an automail arm. Have you met Fullmetal--Edward Elric?

[ now he feels bad ): ] It's... not totally frightening.

... The name doesn't sound familiar. What's automail?

[She won't look at him now, though. Give her five minutes to recover from that. She was just glad to be around a ~fighter~!] I used to scare my little sisters and brother with it. The nannies would make me leave the room.

Automail is basically replacement limbs for the human body. They're made of metal, and they can have various forms. One of my men--Buccaneer--actually tested models for one of our resident automail engineers at Briggs. They can be guns, cannons, chainsaws, blades... Anything you can engineer to run on steam or the body's natural electricity. He would've liked your weapons.

Huh. As far as I know, the humans where I'm from don't have anything like that. [ he grins ] Well, right now they run on Mayfield engineering. They usually come out of my hands, at the moment I just wear them up my sleeves. And I've got... a little more electricity than the average human.

Edited 2010-04-01 04:10 (UTC)

We're obviously different from "your" humans. Nothing here resembles the automail we had, and I know for a fact this is about forty years after the time reckoning of my world. Is this place more like your earth?

Hrmph. You should meet the Elric brothers.

This place is about fifty... maybe closer to sixty... years into the past for me. The basics are the same, but not much else.

Should I? They're from your world, right?

Of course they're from my world. I haven't bothered to meet too many people--yet. Edward Elric has two automail limbs, and his brother was... a suit of armor until he came here.

A suit of armor?

Punishment, apparently, for them committing a grave sin against humanity. Not that I believe in all that rhetoric.

I'm not even going to pretend I understand that.

Alchemists make their own foolish rules and try to live by them... Then they come up with a way to become immortal by killing a lot of people, and still think they're noble. I could do without them.

[She stands.] You should come see my kitchen tomorrow.

[ Yeah, that still made no sense, but he doesn't want to inquire further. ]

Sure. Give me a call.

[She got hit by the nostalgia truck and needs some alone time.]

Thanks again for the nails.

You're welcome.

[She's going to go home and cut things now. <3]

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