Arrival in the Rain She’d blinked, for just a moment the sun had gotten caught in her eye as she left that Ishvalan with his orders to work alongside Miles. Now though she was staring up at clouds as the rain began to fall, it was cold but it was nowhere the cold of Briggs. If it had then it might have been of concern. For the moment though Olivier simply inspected her surroundings, not moving from the middle of the street where she had. Instead, she reached for her sword, thinking perhaps this was some final trick by that bastard who’d been the cause of all the problems they’d had to deal with. To her annoyance though, Olivier found the weapon gone from her side, the family heirloom that she was never without missing. Looking towards the closest person amidst the downpour the glare she gave enough to make a grown man cower,
“What is the meaning of this?!? Why am I here?”
F: Observing the foolish It was clear that she was going to be whatever this land was for some time, and apparently, there was some kind of festival or celebration going on. However, Olivier was not one to get so caught up in the sentimental or romantic garbage as others. It was pathetic and made her sick. Instead, she’d decided to get something to eat but had apparently stumbled into a whole different foolishness and now they’re attempting to drag her on stage. After a few glares and possibly threatening to put one of them through the monitor, they’d backed off. So now she was just sitting at a table off to the side looking rather unimpressed, insisting she has no interest when they still come by to ask.
G: Park Bench Was everyone here some kind of lovestruck idiot or an ignorant fool? Olivier had yet to see one person that seemed to have any strength behind them, only people too lost in pointless matters that were easily manipulated and lacked a spine. Taking a moment she took a seat on one of the benches in a nearby park, taking advantage of the moment to straighten her thoughts. It was clear that this was not Amestris, nor were the people here even slightly aware of the events that had occurred. She could conclude it wasn’t Drachma either, meaning she had been taken to someplace different. She wasn’t an alchemist, so it couldn’t have been that Gate that the Elric’s had told her about, so what purpose was there to bring her to this world?
Shehui, that was the name she’d heard mentioned. That much she knew, soon she’d need to find work as well a residence. In addition, she would need to practice with this technology and these messages that were finding their way into her head, she was entirely certain they belonged to those around her given that now that she was away from the crowd it was much quieter.
H: Wildcard [Open invitation, throw whatever you have at me.]
Olivier Armstrong | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
She’d blinked, for just a moment the sun had gotten caught in her eye as she left that Ishvalan with his orders to work alongside Miles. Now though she was staring up at clouds as the rain began to fall, it was cold but it was nowhere the cold of Briggs. If it had then it might have been of concern. For the moment though Olivier simply inspected her surroundings, not moving from the middle of the street where she had. Instead, she reached for her sword, thinking perhaps this was some final trick by that bastard who’d been the cause of all the problems they’d had to deal with. To her annoyance though, Olivier found the weapon gone from her side, the family heirloom that she was never without missing. Looking towards the closest person amidst the downpour the glare she gave enough to make a grown man cower,
“What is the meaning of this?!? Why am I here?”
F: Observing the foolish
It was clear that she was going to be whatever this land was for some time, and apparently, there was some kind of festival or celebration going on. However, Olivier was not one to get so caught up in the sentimental or romantic garbage as others. It was pathetic and made her sick. Instead, she’d decided to get something to eat but had apparently stumbled into a whole different foolishness and now they’re attempting to drag her on stage. After a few glares and possibly threatening to put one of them through the monitor, they’d backed off. So now she was just sitting at a table off to the side looking rather unimpressed, insisting she has no interest when they still come by to ask.
G: Park Bench
Was everyone here some kind of lovestruck idiot or an ignorant fool? Olivier had yet to see one person that seemed to have any strength behind them, only people too lost in pointless matters that were easily manipulated and lacked a spine. Taking a moment she took a seat on one of the benches in a nearby park, taking advantage of the moment to straighten her thoughts. It was clear that this was not Amestris, nor were the people here even slightly aware of the events that had occurred. She could conclude it wasn’t Drachma either, meaning she had been taken to someplace different. She wasn’t an alchemist, so it couldn’t have been that Gate that the Elric’s had told her about, so what purpose was there to bring her to this world?
Shehui, that was the name she’d heard mentioned. That much she knew, soon she’d need to find work as well a residence. In addition, she would need to practice with this technology and these messages that were finding their way into her head, she was entirely certain they belonged to those around her given that now that she was away from the crowd it was much quieter.
H: Wildcard
[Open invitation, throw whatever you have at me.]