001 // wut

[agnostically]

[Another Edward can be seen scrutinizing the welcome sign, completely confused and befuddled. He's just about as short as your average Ed, but notably, his skin is several shades darker and he wears a pair of sunglasses that obscure his eyes from both the front and the side.

Genre-savvy characters are completely welcome to guess at the reason why

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[flame_fatale]

FullMetal?

[agnostically]

... [st-stares]

Do I... know you? [it can't be]

[flame_fatale]

Colonel Royse Mustang.

[agnostically]

Royse...? Why are you a woman?!

[flame_fatale]

I've always been a woman.

[agnostically]

What the hell is wrong with this place.

[flame_fatale]

A lot.

Let me see your eyes, FullMetal.

[agnostically]

Why should I? [Hopefully, his body language makes it clear that he's glaring at her.]

[flame_fatale]

That's an order, Edward.

[agnostically]

[Hnnn]

[The glasses come off, and he keeps glaring.] Happy now, shit-Colonel?

[flame_fatale]

[That's what she thought. She closes her own eyes for a moment before shaking her head. Too many memories of Ishval coming back at once.]

[agnostically]

Can I put them back on now, sir?

[flame_fatale]

Yes.

[One simple word and she goes to find a place to sit, head in hands. Seeing Ed like this brought back one certain memory. She saw too many dead children with dark skin and red eyes.]

[agnostically]

[Sticks them on, and shoves his hands in his pockets.]

...so... your Fullmetal's Amestrian too. [It's not a question. He's already seen how screwed up this city is.]

[flame_fatale]

She is. But all the FullMetal's that I have met here have been male. They're also Amestrian.

[agnostically]

...she. [Ugh, it figures.] Lucky for me, I've already met one who is. [Or, well, close enough.] I need a way out of here. Everything's backwards and insane around here.