[action]

[welikeike]

[ACTIONS FOR ELIZABETH]
There is a blue-haired boy lying on the sidewalk in some part of FDC. He doesn't seem to be doing too well, but nobody's around to assume responsibility for him. The strangest thing is that parts of his clothes seem to be freshly charred. Stranger yet, he's holding a sword in one hand, and a crumpled-up piece of paper in the other, both with an iron grip. The paper seems to be a letter or something.

One soul would be the lucky one to rouse him from his unconsciousness.

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[GENERAL ACTION]
There's a newcomer at Smash Academy. He's dressed strangely, with tattered clothes and a long, flowing red cape that is similarly torn at the edges. He's spending the day wandering around and getting to know things around this place. He's bound to be anywhere you want him to be.

No matter what time he's approached, he seems bothered about something, be it his predicament or the unfamiliar modern commodities that he has a hard time understanding. Feel free to approach him and HELP A GUY OUT.

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[welikeike]

The burned blue boy did not respond. That was too bad.

Really, though, he could hear somebody calling out to him. It was the faintest realization that there was somebody in reality trying to get his attention, but he wasn't ready to pay attention. He just didn't seem to react much. Maybe he twitched a little, at least.

[tearfulpartings]

Oh no. Oh no. Elizabeth knelt down next to him, carefully making sure that he wasn't already too far gone. A twitch was good. "I don't know if you can hear me, but everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there."

Elizabeth proceeded to do one of the things she did best, pulling out a needle to bring him back to this side of the abyss.

[welikeike]

If there was anything Ike expected, it wasn't a needle, and it wasn't the sensation he was about to feel next. A sharp pain was a good way to bring somebody about, and Ike cringed at the feeling. But then he just... breathed in very sharply and opened his eyes.

What in fresh hell. Was this feeling.

"Wh-What..." he breathed, and sat up with a start. "What's going on?!" His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was trembling from his very core. Never before had he been roused so suddenly from unconsciousness and felt so uncomfortably awake.

[tearfulpartings]

Good morning, Ike. Would you care for a donut?

She held out her hands to steady him, grasping his shoulders with a light grip. "Shh, it's okay." The jitters were normal. "Give yourself a moment."

[welikeike]

There was so much running through his head that he couldn't bring himself to spit out just one question, so he stood there with his teeth clenched and his lips sealed tight. One thing was for sure: he was behind a tavern for one second, and then... He tried to fill in the gaps. He must have fallen unconscious from the poison.

Ike focused his vision on the woman in front of him, trying to calm his breathing so he could think straight. But his heart was racing, and everything felt so strange. "A moment? Argh... What did you do to me?!" Ike was clearly not used to the concept of adrenaline administration. But he wasn't dead, and he wasn't poisoned, so he breathed out shakily. "Look, never mind. I'm just..."

Finally, he looked up. And looked around. And saw the pavement, and the side walks, and the parked cars, and the skyscrapers. "...Not supposed to be here."

[tearfulpartings]

"Brought you back to this plane," Elizabeth explained quietly, but Ike was already off and taking in his surroundings. She watched him take it all in, wondering if this was somewhat how she looked when she had been marveling at everything around her. Except this was different, she could tell. While she had been delighted to be anywhere but Columbia and excited to see everything this strange new world had to offer her, not everyone was her. Most people weren't looking for a place to run away to.

"No, it doesn't seem like you are..." She frowned slightly. "Where should you be?"

[welikeike]

He stared at her straight-on with wide eyes, searching for something familiar about anything. Anything at all. This wasn't any place he'd heard of - not Daein, not Begnion, not anything - so that lead him to one question.

"Tellius?" he asked. "This isn't Tellius, is it?"