Who: Ling Yao, Edward Elric, and Alphonse Elric What: Ling broke into their apartment When: April 13th (BACKDATED TO LING'S DAY OF ARRIVAL) Where: Room 107 Status: Ongoing Warnings: Spoilers for FMA!
Ling Yao did not plan on breaking into someone's apartment.
Yet here he was, sliding through a passerby window on the first floor of Graphite Heights. It had to be this one. It had to be! The last one he'd attempted to climb into had been empty, thankfully. He could tell it had been mostly uninhabited by the lack of life etched into the apartment and the very disappointing absence of tasty treats both in and out of apartment 106.
There was a very specific reason as to why, Ling Yao, twelfth crown prince to the emperor of the far great eastern nation of Xing, would resort to clamoring through windows for signs of inhabitants. On the topic of having plans, Ling had many, well, great plans. Those of which did not involve breaking into someone's apartment without viable cause. Plans such as, well, he wouldn't brag but achieving immortality and ending the war amongst the clans of Xing had been quite a big one. Ling would argue he'd already achieved it.
Things, in Ling's case, usually worked out without having to worry about too many of the details. Except of course when your plans go completely off the rails and...you wake up in a completely unknown country dealing only in the currency of stardust. He'd learned that the hard way when since waking up, the only thing he could afford with his starter funds was apple rings from the cart that made it's way around town. Where, as luck would have it, there are two beds in his so-called double apartment and the other roommate has, conveniently, vanished.
In this endeavor, Ling had a very noteworthy conversation with the man at the front desk. His accent and lingo were very confusing but he made note of it for learning the ways of this country; had revealed that his roommate had been none other than the fullmetal alchemist himself, Edward Elric. As luck would have it, his brother Alphonse was also here.
So, as he threw open the window and hefted himself inside. Ling considered that this could be an excuse for probable cause. The last thing he could remember was a homunculus taking control of his body. So either he was dead, in some sort of alchemic limbo such as the other day when they were swallowed by Gluttony. Or, it was a mere coincidence.
The fact of the matter was, things made more sense when the Elrics were around. Besides, they could have some sort of logical explanation as to what this place was and how they had gotten here. More importantly, how they could leave and what exactly these marks on his skin meant.
Ling gazed around, carefully tiptoeing his way to the fridge. No one appeared to be home.
We're friends. He decided, peeking around at the interior of the device. Ling noted the lunch meats, sliced cheeses, and leftover stew fixings. Full fridge. With milk, surprisingly. And a few takeout boxes with very boldly inscribed letters Do not eat. Ling shrugged and pulled out the takeout that looked the most delectable. They won't mind.
It wasn't hotel room service, but it was definitely better than eating apple rings every day for every meal. Ling's stomach growled. Might as well. As minutes turned into hours, Ling eventually did his share of cleaning out most of the fridge. He left the condiments, a few of the leftovers that looked like they'd had bites taken out of them already, and the milk.
Ling grabbed the milk. Searching the countertops for cereal boxes, to which he found a box of Happy Shapes. The prince then proceeded to climb on the counter, sitting criss-cross apple-sauce as he poured milk into a cereal bowl followed by the cereal itself. He was about to begin eating his dessert, when he noticed the apartment he had broken into wasn't so empty anymore.
"Ed!" He greeted, waving a hand. The spoon was still sticking out of his mouth. "Good to see you! You look like you're in good health! How are you?"