[Have a Fuery, wandering around in a uniform a little different from Central's, clutching an infantry rifle to him like it's a lifeline. He's muttering to himself in German,]

I've got to be dreaming... or else I've gone completely mad. Maybe I died and got sent to Berlin...

(OOC: English will be in normal text, German in italics.)

This...isn't the Central I know is it?

((OOC: There is a lack of Fuery in this place, so have one!))

  What with all of these recent attacks it's very clear that something needs to be done!

[cue dramatic posing]

These miscreants need to be taught a lesson. As an Armstrong it's my duty to make certain that the general populous is safe from such random meaningless acts of violence.

Fear not, Ladies, ... Roy, Edward; justice will be done.

... Has anyone seen my orange screwdriver? [he asks stepping out of the workshop only to find himself in very strange surroundings]

Toto, I don't think we're in Azanus anymore.