[ Wandering around a not-so-abandoned temple in the middle of who knows where probably isn't the brightest of ideas, but Winry has nothing else to go on. Just a few soothing words whispered through her subconscious and a mental nudge to go on her merry way. She could stay put, but that won't tell her where she is or how she got here. This situation isn't great, but when left with little options, all she can do is press forward with caution.
At least she doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger. Hopefully. This temple is clearly being lived in, so maybe she can find someone who can tell her 1) where she is, 2) how she got here, and 3) how she can get back. After being largely unsuccessful in finding anyone, she finally makes her way toward one of the bedrooms, tries the door (hey, it's open)— ]
Is anybody in here?
[ Poking her head in? Hello??? ]
FLOWER CROWNS.
[ Here is Winry. Here is Winry sitting there, somewhat dazed and confused as a pair of mischievous fey accost her place a flower crown of forget me nots on her head. She whips her head around quickly, looking up only in time to see the culprits float away with a giggle and a wink.
Wait what. ]
Oh, thanks? Hey, wait a sec—!
[ Aaaand they're gone. Was she supposed to give them something in return? Thank them for the gift? HOW DOES ONE DEAL WITH FAIRIES never mind that they shouldn't exist, just. She'll deal with that thought later. At a complete loss, she looks at the person next to her after her drive-by coronation, a sheepish half-grin on her now very blue face. ]
Well that was pretty weird, huh. Wait, aren't fairies supposed to play tricks on people?
[ Winry you got punked and you haven't even realized it yet... ]
BALLOONS.
[ And next up on things that make absolutely no sense. She's seen balloon animals before. Who hasn't? But what she hasn't seen before is sentient balloon animals. It's why the blond is hunched over, staring down at a balloon dog that is just as blue as she is (THANKS A LOT, FAIRIES), a hand curled at her lips and brows furrowed in deep concentration.
The puffed-up pup stares(?) back up at her, the tied end of its balloon mouth out and lolling like it's panting. There seems to be a very intense staring contest going on here, and as the teen leans in closer, the balloon dog stretches itself up to meet her. ]
...
[ Nope, she can't parse this one either. This place may actually has her stumped. ]
WILDCARD.
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Winry Rockbell | Fullmetal Alchemist
[ Wandering around a not-so-abandoned temple in the middle of who knows where probably isn't the brightest of ideas, but Winry has nothing else to go on. Just a few soothing words whispered through her subconscious and a mental nudge to go on her merry way. She could stay put, but that won't tell her where she is or how she got here. This situation isn't great, but when left with little options, all she can do is press forward with caution.
At least she doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger. Hopefully. This temple is clearly being lived in, so maybe she can find someone who can tell her 1) where she is, 2) how she got here, and 3) how she can get back. After being largely unsuccessful in finding anyone, she finally makes her way toward one of the bedrooms, tries the door (hey, it's open)— ]
Is anybody in here?
[ Poking her head in? Hello??? ]
FLOWER CROWNS.
[ Here is Winry. Here is Winry sitting there, somewhat dazed and confused as a pair of mischievous fey
accost herplace a flower crown of forget me nots on her head. She whips her head around quickly, looking up only in time to see the culprits float away with a giggle and a wink.Wait what. ]
Oh, thanks? Hey, wait a sec—!
[ Aaaand they're gone. Was she supposed to give them something in return? Thank them for the gift? HOW DOES ONE DEAL WITH FAIRIES never mind that they shouldn't exist, just. She'll deal with that thought later. At a complete loss, she looks at the person next to her after her drive-by coronation, a sheepish half-grin on her now very blue face. ]
Well that was pretty weird, huh. Wait, aren't fairies supposed to play tricks on people?
[ Winry you got punked and you haven't even realized it yet... ]
BALLOONS.
[ And next up on things that make absolutely no sense. She's seen balloon animals before. Who hasn't? But what she hasn't seen before is sentient balloon animals. It's why the blond is hunched over, staring down at a balloon dog that is just as blue as she is (THANKS A LOT, FAIRIES), a hand curled at her lips and brows furrowed in deep concentration.
The puffed-up pup stares(?) back up at her, the tied end of its balloon mouth out and lolling like it's panting. There seems to be a very intense staring contest going on here, and as the teen leans in closer, the balloon dog stretches itself up to meet her. ]
...
[ Nope, she can't parse this one either. This place may actually has her stumped. ]
WILDCARD.
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