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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Trapped between their lips was a strand of red liquorice. The candy bobbed and shifted as their jaws worked, chewed the soft treat that was already half gone, a look of content written across their features. Though not one with much of a sweet tooth they enjoyed the raspberry flavoured liquorice, though it's black brethren was treated with disgust, but it had proven hard to come across. Many humans did not like the little thief taking what they pleased and more often than not they left battered and a bit bruised, but this time they were lucky.


    Sitting in a patch of sunshine Isena was to be found, a packet of the liquorice beside them while a book was opened in front, their paw hovering over the yellowed pages. The tome was a thick one but it was a story they enjoyed, one of a race of giants though their history was not all that pleasant, a child-like people who found only hate and fear from the humans. Though tragic there was good points as well and they enjoyed those few minutes they had to sink into the story, pausing only to grab another strand of liquorice every now and then as one was finished.[/fancypost]


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    [abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Autumn was a season that Edward could enjoy. For him, it was a perfect median; it didn't have the best of summer, the cold of winter, or the constant rain of spring. All of those things made his stumps hurt, and it was a rather uncomfortable sensation - being able to feel the remainders of his flesh legs beneath their metal replacements. The diminutive advisor also particularly enjoyed the fall because many of his good childhood memories had been made during that time of year. He remembered having competitions with Alphonse about who could make the bigger leaf pile, and then they would climb the big oak tree in the front yard and jump down into the cushioned safety of said piles.


    Ed had been reminiscing about that specific moment in time, his heart aching for Al to be with him again. He had been so deep in thought that he almost tripped over a clanmate seated right in front of him. His golden eyes widened in surprise, and he ended up stumbling to the left instead. There was a loud popping noise, and suddenly the tabby's right foreleg prosthetic gave way, folding in half and causing him to crumple to the ground. "Shit!" he yelped suddenly, sitting up as swiftly as possible. His eyes darted from Isena to his broken prosthetic; a scowl was painted across his face. "Sorry about that. Damn, what happened?" That last part was muttered to himself.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( i'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, i got wrapped up in my other characters and halloween preparations )


    Unlike the advisor they held no good memory that could be tied to autumn, nothing which set it apart as a time of enjoyment, or maybe merriment would have been a better term. It had been the same, year in and year out, the constant pains of hunger and the fear which came with living on the streets, forced to fight just for a chance to live another day. Those days were not ones they looked back on with any fondness and so found it easy to close that chapter of their life, to give it up even if it still slipped into their memories on occasion, to find a place here. And it seemed they had, though few had been allowed close they were happy here, content with life as a whole and they found new memories easy to form, ones touched with joy instead of fear or hate.


    "Oh crap." With no prompt this comment flew from their lips, a sharp intake following at it's heels as they watched the proceedings, unsure of what to do. Finally they drew themself up onto their paws and stepped closer, their words pouring forth in a rush, many melding together in their haste to get their message out. "I-it's alright and it was my fault, I should learn not to sit where people walk but I never do, I just forget, or maybe no one has told me and I only imagined it. But I want to help, if I can that is, I don't know much about this sorta thing." Heat scoured their cheeks when they came to finish speaking, their knowledge limited to only what they had read but they did wish to help, afterall it was the least they could do.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Woah. This dude was a bit panicky, huh? Edward sat back a bit, allowing the metal limb replacement to fall limply against his chest. He focused intently on trying to move it; nothing happened. It was completely trashed. The tom tilted his head back, giving a sheepish chuckle. He glanced at Isena. "No, don't worry about it, really. I should've gone for my monthly checkup with my mechanic last week. Aw crap, she's gonna kill me.."


    Ed mentally shuddered at the prospect of getting hit in the head with another wrench. He hefted his robotic limb with his other forepaw, testing the weight. The tom frowned; if he could figure out what was wrong, maybe he could fix it with alchemy. Learning mechanics probably wasn't too hard, right? He leaned forward, inspecting the object a bit closer. To Isena, he muttered, "Eh.. you wouldn't happen to know anything about automail, would you?"


    / sorry this is so late ! guess we're even now cx
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