A little history of the reawakening (Open to whoever wants to jump in)

[youjustlivehere]

Like so many things in this land; the story begins with a stone. One that was thought to be destroyed in the final conflict between the man called Father and the country he'd nearly destroyed. Maybe there was a sense of self preservation that prevailed over nobility for just a moment, who knows. But whatever was there had been enough for a small collection of souls to cling together as Father ripped them out of his mouth. The stone they formed was barely the size of an uncooked grain of rice. The tiny pebble bounces along the ground a ways before coming to a stop in the groove in between cobblestones, under a small treed. The stone would have probably remained there indefinitely if not for a stroke of divine providence. A lone mannequin escaped from the hoards at Central Command, wandering aimlessly until, in the dead of night long after the battle was over it stumbled out onto the destroyed street, drawn by the tiny stones presence. The creature picked the tiny thing up and hungrily swallowed it down.

The reaction was almost immediate. The creature let out a baleful screech and doubled over. It's body twisted and writhed as the force awakened within it. A creature desperately clinging to survival hungrily dominated all the souls that had been shambling around with no force of will of their own. He reconfigured the body, shaping it into his last and strongest recollection of himself, falling to his knees at last and staring blankly at the ground for a long time as his eyes and his mind began to focus. Not until he saw his own hands did the man have his first gut wrenching realization of his own awareness.

Ling? What the hell I thought I left you...no. NO. You didn't go and try to fight him after all did you you little dipshit? his mind raced as he struggled to deal with the silence inside his head No. No I saw you...with that jerk Edward and Lan Fan. So then what? The man's body was shaking but he wobbled to his feet and began to walk aimlessly. His mind fading in and out. He was unsure of how much time passed but somehow he found himself in his old stomping ground; the Devil's Nest. He always seemed to wind up back there. For the first time since that night he became aware of his own body. Someone had thrown a pair of pants and a light jacket at him at some point, and it occurred to him that he must have been naked. His hair too was unbound, though his regeneration had grown it to the length that he'd become used to. Exhausted, he collapsed on the couch in the front room, his mind tiredly trying to work out what must have happened after he'd "died", and what he was going to do now.

That prince must have gone back to his own country by now Greed thought dully, Wonder how that stupid Alchemist turned out too...dammit. That asshole Ling's made me way too sentimental.