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[asimplereason]

[You know this was a mistake. You know this all could have been avoid. Only really? It couldn't have. Because as Winry steps off the train she closes her eyes, inhales, and stretches her arms to the sky. Ahhh! Rush Val- No. Immediately she realizes this isn't where she's supposed to be. The sounds, the smells, the - The girl opens her eyes to see

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[agnostically]

[WELP

Ed is uh... wandering. DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT SURELY but who knows what it is. Whatever it is, he forgets about it entirely when he sees who's just arrived.]

...What the hell?

[asimplereason]

[Turning once again to face the city, her heart leaps. That voice! No doubt it was-

When she sees his face she shrieks.]

[agnostically]

[Ed doesn't quite shriek, but he does let out a surprised shout.]

W-W-Winry! What happened to you?!

[asimplereason]

What do you mean what happened to me? What happened to you? Your skin, your hair, your eyes! [She's frantically pointing at him by now.]

They're - [Ishbalan, like hers, but why?]

[agnostically]

I've always looked like this! But you're just-- all of a sudden--

You are Winry Rockbell, aren't you?

[asimplereason]

Why of course I am! Ed is this some kind of joke?

[agnostically]

Oh yeah, right, I transmuted myself into an Ishballan just to play a joke on you. [Runs a hand through his hair and sort of pulls at it, in frustration. First all those other Eds, and now...]

You're... one of those other Eds' Winries, aren't you.

[asimplereason]

What the hell are you talking about? I don't get it!

[agnostically]

...there's a sign somewhere around here. We're in this place called Fake Central, and someone thinks it's funny to pull people here from parallel worlds. I've met Amestrian versions of me, and one of Al who was a girl. A female Colonel Mustang, too.

[lookin around for the sign. IT CAN EXPLAIN BETTER THAN HE CAN]

[asimplereason]

No, you've got to be lying.

[agnostically]

I would love nothing more than to be able to say I was. Honest.

[He stalks off in the direction he remembers it being.] C'mon.

[asimplereason]

[Frowning, Winry folds her arms across her chest and follows the boy. This made no sense!]

[agnostically]

[And we have signage!]

See.

[asimplereason]

[Winry stares at it a long while before:] And I thought alchemy was weird.

[agnostically]

It's still less weird than your automail obsession. [That probably sounds weird coming from an Ishballan.]

[asimplereason]

[Probably, if she were anyone but Winry. But Ishbalan or no, she knows Ed. Plus, being so mixed she's mostly detached from that part of the culture anyway.]

Tch, as if. My automail is way better than your nerdy alchemy.