Lost kitten

This cat was lost. the stray had no idea where he was and that was the sad truth. However he did have a vague idea. After all, he was in a playground, playing. It was dark outside, so he had no worries with hiding his ears, now his tail. the soft swishing of it could not be seen. the black color blending in with the darkness behind. His body would shift and he'd flip down from the bar. His body landing with a soft thud while he would keep one hand upon his hat. His hair was cut now, framing his young face while. It showed his finer features beneath a whole moon. A bright smile on his face as usual. Though he was all alone, that didn't mean he couldn't have fun, right? His ears flicked beneath the fedora and he would hear a faint sound.

What was that?! He would wonder with wide eyes and excitement. A small mouse would shimmy out from beneath a bush and poke its head around. Elysia's face would glow as he stiffened. Hunt mode was activated as he crouched down. How odd he would look, with one hand in curled grace as he leaned forward. Licking his lips he would hunch more, curving his shoulders up as he dived forward. The mouse screeched and fled. Instead of catching the fleshy beast, Elysia ended up knocking himself in his head. A scrape and a bit of blood would drip from his head.

Sniffing, the feline boy would wipe at his eyes and fear tears fall down his face. His body, mainly his face, hurt a lot. In the process he had knocked off his hat. There he was, black cat ears and cat tail. He would sit there, cross-legged as he would cry a bit and hold his hands in his lap. Well it WAS his fault, but that didn't mean he liked to admit it. It seemed other than the hat, he was in a sort of Mexican poncho over a white top. His pants long, slightly flared and dark blue. Though his fashion was odd, he found it comfortable and liked it. That was all that mattered, after all.

Moonlight trailed after him, leaving a shadow behind lithe feet without direction. Silver, ethereal light reflected in cold, hard metal meant for playing caught the man's single eye. He approached. Sand beneath a jungle, compiled by many small toes, wriggling in daytime laughter. But now he was hearing nighttime tears. Pausing in plight, his left doc marten hovered over the pavement silently. That was definitely crying, but that silhouette ahead was that of a cat: ears and a tail moving respectively in the darkness beside a bush. The blond magician hunkered down low, squinting sky blue through the bushes like a seeker finding thou who hid. It was hard to keep his bubbly personality in check in times like these, but in his book, curiosity never killed the cat for too long. Cats had nine lives, duh! But a cat that sobbed like a human was peculiar. Immediately upon more moonlight breaking through the clouds, he saw the true identity of the unknown object A, but wasn't surprised in the least. However, cats scared easy as well as chimerae, therefore popping out of the--

"Hay there~~" --bushes probably wasn't a good idea. A leaf whisked down from recently groomed blond hair. Pulled back in a low ponytail as it was, the shoulder length strands were plain to see hanging over his shoulder with the strap of an eye patch laced around to the back of his head and tied tightly. Over his left eye it glittered with gems, clinking quietly together in song. Dressed in all white, the stark man grinned openly, a half-hooded right eye beholding the cat chimera with glee crossed with sympathy. He waved. But he was only a boy--a young child out alone in a random Central playground at the stroke of midnight. The alchemist pondered this, cocking his head to the side like a puppy admiring the finesse of a cat. Blood. Mmm--ah! He pointed wildly at the lower crowbar, frowning in dismay from whilst it was obvious that the boy had hit his head and hurt himself. So that was the reason. "My name is Celesto S. Krow," he clarified. That way, the boy wasn't talking to a stranger, ne! "Soso what are you doing out here all alone? Are you okay??"

With hands at his eyes, Elysia would continue to sob some. It hurt a lot, hitting his head and though he didn't seem it, he was still only fourteen! Just barely a teen in the world. His eyes were closed as the tears fell down his curved face. The blonde hair shining beneath the moonlight. Was he a big baby? yes, yes he was. Then again, the boy was very sheltered through his life. He had practically been imprisoned by his father back then and now he was a house cat made stray. Luckily enough he had Feng around to watch over him, at least a little bit.

A sound reached his sharpened hearing and in response, he would snap his head to look. An alarmed look upon that young face of his. Ears pulled back and tail fluffed a bit, he was taking a defensive stance. It wasn't like he was a good fighter, but he could possibly intimidate. Okay, not really, but he could try! His face showed more panic than intimidating rage. The fearful cat chimera with eyes set upon the moving bushes. Was it a murderer? Was he going to die? He hoped not, Elysia liked living. He still needed to admit being a chimera to his father. Though, that wasn't going to happen as soon as his father would like.

A sudden explanation of a name and a face coming out of nowhere and the cat passed out. He'd fall backwards and hit his head rather hard. A loud shout of surprise having escaped his lips before he hit the ground. For a moment he wondered if his heart had stopped. It would take a few seconds, but he'd come to and sit up, rubbing his head to rid the pain. Big blue eyes upon this one eyed man who introduced himself so excitedly. Elysia wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, but this man SEEMED friendly enough. Innocent eyes staring large at the stranger from the bushes. "Nyan? I-I don't really have a home. I got lost and so now I'm here. I was just playing." His ears would twitch as slowly a smile pulled upon his face. "Did you want to play with me?" It was obvious the thought excited him. His ears high and his tail twitching with anxiety.

He didn't have a home?! Well, that wasn't surprising considering the level of damage that Central City had faced recently with the bombings... Had his family been involved in that? Why was such a young child homeless. Are, homeless?! Celes was fingering his chin in mild contemplation, getting thoroughly lost in his own trains of thought that only seemed to ram into each other and never quite reach their destination (like Septa). So why was he then not at one of the shelters for children that had lost their parents...? He was obviously a chimera, but even then--even with his features, he was surely to be accepted somewhere. The blond gave the boy a struggled look, removing his hand from his chin and aiming straight to the kid's head where he wiped away the blood and then smeared it on his jeans as if it were nothing. He didn't have anything on him... Celes wasn't really one to carry around band aids for his own well-being. But now, he wished he had for time like these...that never really happened. Ah, it was amusing to say the least, but amusing in this scenario was a cruel thought. He shrugged it away inside his head and mulled over what he could possibly do to remedy this situation.

To play when lost...what a soft ring. Childlike thoughts, romping in his mind set him to his feet and an offering hand out to the boy. "Of course I'll play with you!" He smiled ear-to-ear, the feeling something nearly foreign to him since leaving the pirates. What's this...happiness--enjoyment... He sighed so softly it was barely audible, and looked to the bright yellow slide for comfort. It matched his hair, gleaming plastic in moonlight, light scratches from rambunctious children who didn't understand the world just yet, but understood more than you thought they did. He knew...Celes knew because not too long ago, he was also one of those children. A sky blue eye glazed over in reverie, his lips mouthing the words that his heart did not yet feel fully. "What is your name?"

The man moved and seemed to wipe a hand through his hair. Elysia would blink a bit, wide-eyed and confused. Blue-green eyes observing all he did and questioning why he did it. Elysia didn't know this man... he didn't know where he was even from. Elysia was also unsure where he, himself, was at. What country was this? Was this even Amestris? It looked like it, but in all honesty, he couldn't be sure. Twitching his nose, he smiled still, always so happy. It was dd, such a happy boy though he had no home or place to lay his blond head. A soft curve of his closed eyes allowed him to almost purr as his ears flicked. Such a happiness emanated from the young boy. He was barely 14 and on his own. Tail twitching at the end as he seemed to jump up for joy.

"Yay! What do you wanna play, Mister?" Elysia would ask with the coo of a voice he had. Such enjoyment. It was the guests choice in what they would play. Elysia thought that was fair. His ears perked up high and tail up as well with a giddy excitement. "Oh! Sorry! My name is Elysia! It's so nice to meet you!" Elysia twirled and grabbed his hat off the ground.