Mustard [Traverse Town; Completed]
Thus far, his search had been fruitless.
Roy Mustang was seated on a bench in what was the Second District (not that he knew that), a hand placed in his hair out of what must have been irritation. He was tired, frustrated, and had no idea what the status of his city was.
Central. By far the biggest city in Amestris, and...
Well, this wasn't it. He had asked a few people about Amestris or Central and had received blank stares. Which meant that wherever he was, it was far, far away from Amestris. Perhaps somewhere in Drachma? But how the hell...? None of it made sense. None at all. He wasn't dead because he still had his injury, and...
Even the people seemed different. Eyes narrowing, he stared down at the fountain and then up at what looked like a clock tower. What a peculiar place. The architecture, everything. It was so different from what he was used to.
Still, sitting around wasn't going to do him any good. Roy considered himself fairly good at communicating with people and getting what he wanted, so hopefully he'd run into someone who could give him a clue. Standing, he dusted himself off and began walking around the area.
Roy Mustang was seated on a bench in what was the Second District (not that he knew that), a hand placed in his hair out of what must have been irritation. He was tired, frustrated, and had no idea what the status of his city was.
Central. By far the biggest city in Amestris, and...
Well, this wasn't it. He had asked a few people about Amestris or Central and had received blank stares. Which meant that wherever he was, it was far, far away from Amestris. Perhaps somewhere in Drachma? But how the hell...? None of it made sense. None at all. He wasn't dead because he still had his injury, and...
Even the people seemed different. Eyes narrowing, he stared down at the fountain and then up at what looked like a clock tower. What a peculiar place. The architecture, everything. It was so different from what he was used to.
Still, sitting around wasn't going to do him any good. Roy considered himself fairly good at communicating with people and getting what he wanted, so hopefully he'd run into someone who could give him a clue. Standing, he dusted himself off and began walking around the area.