124. Plans

[corrinesbell]

I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think...I think I wanna have a tea house. It was...I liked it. Anyone wanna point me in the right direction for a place where I could put one? The place it was...y'know, before...isn't what I can use anymore.

[She's thought about how doing something like this is pretty much declaring, after all this time, a belief in the permanence of her situation. ...Oh well. It's also something to do and maybe it'll give other people here a chance to just not think about some stuff, if they need the chance.]

Hey, Elicia? D'you think I could come and...look at some of those, uh, pictures you had? ...The ones from the orchard, I mean.

[Alternately, you can meet up with her on her way to the clothing shop to see if there's anything...well, if there's anything.]

Comments

[corrinesbell]

[She's been on the receiving end of smirks like that before. It's not your lucky day.]

Not exactly. I've been here for a few years now, but it's not my home.

I guess you're new.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Close enough, then. That makes you a resident expert about this 'Luceti' place, right?

[From one of his pockets, he pulls out his journal.]

If you ask me, the guide in here sounds like the premise for a really bad novel.

[corrinesbell]

As 'expert' as we ever get, I guess.

Hey, nobody's making you read or listen to it. You'll figure it out for yourself.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Tch. There's no need to get all upset about it. [He pockets it again.] All I want to do is make sure it's on the level. You can't just go believing everything you read.

[corrinesbell]

It doesn't cover everything. That'd take days. But what's in there is right, as far as we know.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

You'll understand if I find it a little hard to swallow. It's not everyday you have your belongings stolen, dropped in some backwater town, and then have a journal given to you by your assailants telling you that there's no point trying to escape. I'm not that gullible.

[corrinesbell]

Well what'd you think happened?

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Heh. Guess I'm still figuring that out. I'm more surprised at being in a town full of chimeras.

[corrinesbell]

A town full of what?

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Chimeras. [He glances at his own back.] The wings. Pretty sloppy as human transmutations go... they don't even seem to do anything.

[corrinesbell]

They'll kill you if you lose 'em.

[you are very off-putting.]

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Is that right...? Well that's not very fair is it.

[There's a pause as he studies her. What she doesn't get is an internal monologue. Ling is taking note of how she holds herself, the way she looks, and other cues that Greed doesn't give a damn about beyond that chest of hers. Still, he'll voice them anyway.]

You wouldn't happen to be from Xing, would you?

[corrinesbell]

Nope. I'm from a totally different world.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Ehh? You want to run that by me again?

[corrinesbell]

You said you read that guide but when I say stuff that matches what it says, you look at me like I'm crazy.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Well it still sounds bogus, what do you expect? Ugh.

[He may be skeptical, but not as much as he lets on. Ling already confirmed this wasn't Amestris, Xing, or any other land from home. It felt different.]

[corrinesbell]

Well it's the truth. I'm not from your world.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

There's no way to prove that, so I'll take your word for it now. The name's Greed.

[corrinesbell]

Sheena.

[not very pleased to meet you at the moment.]

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[Yeah he gets that a lot. His other half is far more pleasant.]

Alright, Sheena. Assuming I'll be stuck here awhile, what's my next move? I've got the book, I've got clothes, so what now? Living space?