Well, Its Not Exactly A Needless Risk, The Girl Admitted, Pulling A Book From Her Pocket, Turning The

“Well, it’s not exactly a needless risk,” the girl admitted, pulling a book from her pocket, turning the page to a sketch of the oroborous tattoo of the homunculi. “I’m looking for a guy with this tattoo on the back of his hand, and they said to look here for him,” she explained, not being able to see, thanks to the dim lighting, that funny enough, she’d found him already. Using the military to find out who she used to be had been fruitless. Records had shown nothing, and as far as she’d traveled through this ‘great’ country, she’d garnered no answers either. Willow had given up on the hopes of finding anything with their help, so she’d thought going underground would be her next best bet. Heresay indicated Dublith, and apparently the guy that’d had the most power here had been this one homunculus. At least, that’s what it sounded like. Honestly, she was running out of options, and grabbing at what scraps she could get her hands on.

     he’s not the type to underestimate women, no matter how small their stature.   giving her a warning seems fair.  she’s wandered into the troubled side of dublith.  less troubled since the military burned his bar to the ground, but fraught with criminal types, nevertheless.  “i’m sure you can handle yourself, doll,”  he responds.  “but there are other routes to take through the city  —  safer ones.  no point in taking needless risk, right?”  //  @rxinbowtrxveler  (  cont.  )

And he likely never would understand, he had everything; he had a name, a family, a past, his life was so...full, even with his brother an empty suit of armor and him missing half his limbs, they still had identities. They were people. Willow....Willow was nothing, and at this rate never would be again. Breaking the necklace only solidified the concept, sent knives through her heart....if she even had one. It was hard to really tell if you were truly feeling anything if you didn’t even remember what it was like to before. It was easy to forget how to love, how to feel joy. Anger, anger and rage she seemed to get a pretty good grip on, though, if the bloody nosed alchemist was any indication. Spleen so potent she couldn’t even form the words to say, or turn around and look at him, so she simply flipped him a backhanded bird as she walked further away into the brush.

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For two seconds, the Empress looked down at the wreckage that used to be her suitcase. Two hours; she’d left the prince, two chimeras and Ed alone for two hours while she went looking for food, and found the place they’d been hiding out a mess, and what limited earthly possessions she had wrecked. It took a few moments to really let it all sink in, and for her anger to bubble. Only one guy was this good at leaving collateral damage of this degree in his wake, and that was Fullmetal, one of the two state alchemists once under Mustang’s jurisdiction including her. Shaking with unadulterated rage as she picked up the broken remains of a ladybug pendant, Willow took a deep breath before she bellowed the name of the likely culprit.

“ELRIC!!”

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“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

Turning to look up at whoever this man was that addressed her, Willow offered a small shrug. “Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll be alright,” she answered, trying to get a good look at him in the dim light of a street lamp radiating into the alleyway she’d encountered him in. Small she may be, the girl could handle herself just fine. Worse comes to worse, she could just transmute something to whack him with...

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By the time Ed had found her, she’d worn herself out from the violence and the crying. Needless to say, Willow was shocked to hear his voice behind her. He’d still gone looking for her? Even after the bloody nose and obstacle she’d put in his path? Willow would have thought he’d just turn around and leave, take care of his nose, the blood she could almost tell was all over his face...but there he was, standing behind her, talking about taking her back.

Slowly, shakily, and silently, Willow rose to her feet. The least she could do after punching him in the nose when it wasn’t really his fault for what happened was do what he told her. She still couldn’t look at him, though. Her arms had fallen to her sides, hands twitching and bloody from taking the rest of her anger out on the rock, the other half of the bloody evidence a significant stain on the stone...

rxinbowtrxveler

And she hardly minded that; she was glad he was starting to give up, she needed to be alone. Eventually, she found a large rock formation. It was too small to really be a mountain, but it was certainly enough to serve a purpose. Walking around it to find a suitable place to start, she let out a cry of frustrationas she punched the hard stone. Immediately, pain shot though her arm, but she didn’t care. It simply served as encouragement as a second fist shot out to hit the rock, pain shooting through it too as this started a chain of abuse to her own body. She was already stained with the splatter from Ed’s bloody nose, and with each cry and each punch to the stone before her, her own blood joined his. Nothing, nothing, nothing, just a shadow. A ghost. An empty shell, could she really be called a person? Willow took out her anger and frustration out on the stone until her knuckles were beyond cut, bloody and bruised, her voice ran hoarse from her screams, and her face was stained with blood spatter and tears. Eventually, she collapsed into a heap, leaning her forehead against the cold stone as her shoulders shook with the intensity of her sobs. ‘Who am I?’

Eventually Ed managed to slow the bleeding from his nose and the time it took to slow down gave them both some time apart to cool down… at least from the harmful emotions. Ed still was shocked at how she’d taken his anger out on him, it’s not like it was his fault he was a target. The destruction that was caused because of the fight was only to save themselves…

When he finally found her, his face stained with the blood from his nose, he let out a soft sigh. He was relieved to have at least found her… even if they weren’t on the best terms right now, “Finally found you.” Ed mumbled, “Come on, I’m taking you back.”

First Interaction Starters!

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

“Do I know you? Cause I’d like to.”

“Oh sorry! I was zoned out!”

“Ooo, that’s an awesome tattoo!”

“Ah crap, the door’s locked.”

“Woah, that’s a cool eye color.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“Ugh… I think I’m lost. Can you help me?”

“Well this is a fun way to meet new people.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t you know to look before you cross a street?!”

“You lost or something?”

“Do you need some help?”

“You need something?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I think you knew my parents.”

“Hey, you dropped this.”

“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry!”

“Um… Hello…”

“What are you looking at?”

“Hey aren’t you ____?”

“Well I didn’t expect this to happen today.”

“I don’t know you, but will you marry me?”