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[forherprince]

[Lan fan comes on the screen looking determined--although possibly a bit perturbed as well (is this thing really working?)]

First and foremost, I am in search of an automail engineer. Does this... "Genessia" even have automail?

[From the technology she's seen it would certainly suggest it--or at least something equivalent.]

[She opens her mouth to say something else--but before she is able to a very loud and long sound is heard--unmistakably her stomach growling. Her eyes go wide for a moment before she ducks her head and averts her eyes to the side, face turning beat red.]

And where is a cheap place to get food...?



[Action//Genessia]

From what she gathered in the information available she felt lucky that she had at least arrived in this place clothed. If the gods or whatever it was that controlled this place had plucked her up a day sooner she would have been wandering around in nothing but her pants and bandages. The clothing she was wearing was not comfortable for her, at least not out in the open outside of the Yao palace. She was dressed in a simple black changpao and a trench coat, the left sleeve flapping at her side. Really the issue was her face being completely exposed. She was so used to being masked that being laid open like this was unnerving. The one benefit with her current garb was the fact that she didn't draw attention to herself.

With some effort she had talked herself out of any acrobatics to keep to the shadows or the roofs and out of sight--of course the buildings she came upon were either too spread out or too tall for that to really work anyway--and she really wasn't recovered yet. Doctor Knox had said a minimum of four to eight weeks for the amputation to fully heal. It hadn't even been a complete week yet. She probably shouldn't have been walking around as she was, but her paranoia as a retainer despite not having her charge wouldn't let her rest until she'd explored at least the immediate area around the communal space she was being provided with.

Still, she was weak and several times she felt herself swooning a bit from light-headedness and pain, stumbling only to catch herself on the nearest upright surface.

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[anamnestik]

Automail? I think that's the stuff that Winry makes?

[He stares quietly as she seems to mumble.]

What did you say? My apologies, but might you repeat that more loudly, miss?

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[forherprince]

[Her ears perk at that--that was one of the names the Elrics had given. She and her grandfather had decided to seek out a different engineer to protect her, but considering she wasn't in Amestris now...]

[She overcomes her embarrassment for the moment to focus on the device.]

Winry? Winry Rockbell?

[As for the other question... yep, the blush is back, but she doesn't mumble this time.]

I asked where I can find cheap food...

[Because she eats a lot m'kay?]

[anamnestik]

Yes. That’s her! Do you know Winry already? Do you need her number?

[He finally catches on when she repeats the question. Now feeling guilty for making her repeat herself, Eliot takes a stance as if he owes her:]

Yes, I know a few places. Would you like for me to show you around, miss? Ah, and my manners! I’m Eliot Durant~.

[forherprince]

I have met her, yes. [She's fairly certain Winry is the blonde Amestrian her Master jokingly or not jokingly proposed to in the Elric's hotel room before... everything went to hell.] Yes, please.

[And then she pauses. Ah... names... and revealing locations... Hnnnnngh...]

...

Can you just direct me there?

[She's ahead of her time--don't go meet strangers from the internet!!!]

[anamnestik]

[Eliot is oblivious to how he might not be trusted. After all: He trusts everyone! Usually for better. Sometimes for worse.

At least he's accommodating.]

Of course. I can send you some GPS coordinates, if you'd like.

[forherprince]

[She has no idea what GPS stands for, but coordinates she understands.]

Yes, thank you.

[She has to drive down the thought that the coordinates are a trap. THIS ISN'T XING. EVERYTHING IS NOT A TRAP. THE CAKE IS NOT NECESSARILY A LIE.]

[anamnestik]

You're very welcome. I've sent them over... Did you receive them?

These places should have decent and cheap fast food... Oh! And am I correct to assume you picked up your red bills?

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[brbgettingwrench]

Winry had been coming back from an appointment to make adjustments using her rolling tool bag to carry her stuff with. It was starting to come in more handy now she was running her own business.

Her Pokemon Togepi was fast asleep in a small carrier on her back while her other two Pokemon were in their Pokeballs so not to cause problems for her while she was put on a job. Her mind was on what adjustments were needed to be done when she found herself stopping her tracks.

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you need help." She said walking on over. She was sure they didn't look okay and she knew at least her place was nearby if she needed to take them to a safe place.

[forherprince]

Lan Fan looked up from where she had caught herself on a light post, breathing heavily while her head spun. She was pale and visibly feverish from overexertion. She registered the blonde hair first and then the blue eyes before a satisfied grin spread on her face. It was the girl from Rush Valley--the one Ling 'proposed' to in the Elrics' hotel room, "I found you--I didn't need that trinket after all."

"You're Edward Elric's automail engineer, right?" she said, stepping away from the post, wavering just a bit on her feet. God she overdid it, everything was starting to spin but she was too stubborn to give into it. "You never saw my face, but we've met. My name is Lan Fan. I'm Prince Ling Yao's retainer--and I need a new arm."

[brbgettingwrench]

Winry was quick to go over, figuring she might as well use herself for something to lean on should the other need to want to, even with her toolbox rolling behind her. From what the other had been saying she was already aware that they were from her world, so it was easy enough to keep to the original title she would normally have rather than having to explain it.

"That's right. I was. Here's I'm not so much since they aren't currently here." She knew instead of lingering around it was best to get her home, more so before her Togepi would wake up because that could end terribly.

"Firstly lets' get you back to mine before we even talk about anything to do with new arms. So lean on me if you need to and I'll take you to my place."

[forherprince]

"Thank you," she answered, moving forward to put her remaining arm over Winry's shoulders, trying not to lean on her just too heavily considering the load she was dragging behind her.

At another time Lan Fan may have insisted on walking on her own, but considering she felt like she was about to crumple to the ground at any second leaning on someone didn't seem like such a huge breach of discipline. Especially knowing this was a person who could be trusted.

[brbgettingwrench]

Winry made sure to go at a slower pace than what she would normally, her toll box rolling on behind her with her free hand. It was much harder to keep someone from falling over and keeping her tool box behind her.

But she somehow managed to do so and get up to her apartment, grab her keys and open the door before making sure to move her to the couhc for the meantime.

"There we go. Just sit there for the moment. I need to put Togepi to bed and put my toolbox away and then we will get to talking." And with that being said she headed off to her room to put Togepi down and put her toolbox away before coming back through.

"There, so tell me this. What is the purpose for the automail. it's so I can get a better understanding for what kind of design I will be making?"

[forherprince]

Lan Fan still tried to hold her own, mostly using Winry for balance--though the closer they got to Winry's home the more she began to lean.

"Thank you," she said, so relieved to sit down that she almost passed out on the spot. She sat waiting, elbow resting on her knee, her head in her one hand willing the room to stop spinning. She looked up again when Winry spoke to her, her eyes taking a moment to focus again.

"It needs to be battle-ready. Armored if possible to prevent assailants from targeting the inner workings," she stated plainly. After all, that was exactly how she had attacked Edward--though his arm was already damaged at the time. She grimaced a bit, reaching up to cover her stump with her hand again.

"Alphonse said that Edward completed the recover in a year. I intend to cut that time in half," she said as if it were nothing. "I lost my arm four days ago. When can we begin?"

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[theyseemeroland]

When Roland sees the stranger swoon nearby, he reaches out, ready to catch and support her if need be.

"Do you need to sit down? What's wrong?" Concern is etched on his face as he pulls out his communicator. "I can call an ambulance." Fainting in the street can't be good.

[forherprince]

Lan Fan gasped when he moved in, her reflexes dulled along with her senses. She wheeled on him, mind automatically sending out signals to block any potential attack with an arm that simply wasn't there. She took a stumbling step back before finding her footing, the sudden adrenaline rush helping to clear her head. She had enough presence of mind not to draw a kunai on him. This wasn't Xing. Everyone wasn't an enemy.

"No," she answered stiffly, her eyes a little wild. "I'm alright."

Despite her words she was pale and visibly feverish. Her hand moved to hold the stump at her left shoulder before she thought better of it, making the empty sleeve all the more apparent.

[theyseemeroland]

"You don't look alright. You need a doctor." Roland worriedly glances at her missing arm, the curious part of him wondering how she lost it before he dismisses the thought as unimportant. There doesn't seem to be any blood, so it can't be that recent, but still....

He can't help but turn his gaze downward, toward the higgledies at his feet. He's pretty sure their magic can't regrow an arm, or eliminate a possible infection... but maybe they can help take the edge off.

"Is it okay if I try some healing magic?" Roland doesn't know if she can see them, so he'll have to take the credit for now.

((Higgledies can only be seen by the "pure of heart", so it's up to you if she can see them or not!))

[forherprince]

Damn it. She shouldn't have made the motion to her shoulder, it just showed the liability to him and anyone else watching. And she sighed inwardly at the thought. It was so difficult to break away from that line of thinking. Trust no one but your master and your blood. It had been drilled into her from before she could even understand speech.

But people outside of Xing had nothing to gain or lose from her. Not really. She frowned, regarding him. "'Magic'--do you mean Alkehestry?" The healing arts certainly were mistaken for magic by the less educated, the same as reading the dragon's pulse.


[ooc: oooo that's tough... I guess it depends on the exact definition of 'pure of heart' considering she's... probably killed people by now in Xing but for the protection of the Yao clan so... :|a I'm going to lean toward no given that.]

[theyseemeroland]

Roland just cocks his head at that unfamiliar word. Still, she seems to be a bit more open to receiving his help now, which he'll take as a victory, however small.

"I've never heard of that. If that's what you call magic, then... sure?"

((Eh, Ni no Kuni 2 has a really loose definition of "pure of heart". People who can see higgledies in canon include Batu, who gleefully throws people off cliffs for the crime of trespassing, and Leander and Nerea, tyrants with good intentions, while many harmless and even nice NPC's can't. Go with whatever you think would fit best, though!))

[forherprince]

"No..." she eyed the strange little creatures at his feet, taking a small half step back as one of them moved forward a bit. What were they? Spirits of some sort? To be fair she'd never seen a spirit but their history and traditions were filled with them--and considering everything else she'd gathered since waking up...

"It is the study of purification and healing arts through the manipulation of chi. It is not 'magic'." Not that she knew anything more of it herself, outside of the definition.


[ooc; WELL IN THAT CASE...]

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[psychica_ratione]

[ Adam doesn't know anything about automail, but it's pretty plain this girl is embarrassed. ]

If ya find out anything on where ta get cheap food let me know?

[ He's trying to conceal his rural Virginia accent but it still shows through some. ]

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[forherprince]

[Oh right... people are going to answer her...]

...

Right.

[Ugh... she's only marginally better with people-ing than she was before, is that an acceptable response?]

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[psychica_ratione]

[ Adam isn't very good at people either, though for him it's a problem with long silences. At the moment it's hard to tell if she's being standoffish though. ]

...I don't mean ta be rude, ma'am.

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[forherprince]

[Normally she's standoffish! Now she's just awkward.]

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It's fine.

I... um...

Haven't heard anything yet.

[Did he seriously just call her "ma'am"?]

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[psychica_ratione]

[ He's going for respect? If she's just awkward then that's okay, he's just going to have to try something else. ]

So...what is automail?

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[forherprince]

[Normally she's masked and people think she's a man, so... Being treated like a girl is weird!!!]

Mechanical prosthetics. The are wired directly into the nervous system so that they act just as a natural limb would.