Ya don't become Fuhrer by sittin' around.
Who: Roy Mustang and anyone? XD
Where: The Book Bin
When: March 4th
What: Roy decides it's time to get the hell outta here, and since he's a nerd at heart, starts with the research.
Warnings: Book stores are full of geeks.
Roy dusted off his hands, staring at his pathetic excuse for an apartment. There were appliances of some kind -- their boxes claimed them to be laundry machines and stoves, although Roy couldn't recall ever seeing stoves like the one here -- and a few pieces of flowered furniture, and a couple of lamps. He'd cleaned the floor, changed the bare walls to a respectable mossy green, and set up the sofa and the chair. Then he'd slept on the sofa, and figured to hell with the bedroom. He could set that up later. Now, with the sun telling him it was midday, it was time to get some answers.
He went out, past the door he knew belonged to Ritsuka, slowing only a little to see if he could catch the boy's voice. No... nothing.
All for the best. Don't wanna go down that road anyhow, Mustang. Stick to your job. Everyone's probably worried sick. It's time to stop screwing around and get your ass home.
Shaking his head, he left the apartment building, heading down toward the town he'd seen a bit of a ways off from the Town Hall. There would be a bookstore there, or a library, and whichever he ran into first was going to get a ransacking the likes of which no-one had seen but Edward Elric.
And lo and behold, after only ten minutes of walking -- there it was.
Book Bin. Not the classiest place I've ever heard of, but fine. Whatever dimension or world this is, you're about to spill all your secrets.
He went to the door and pushed it open, entering the cool air of the shop, the shelves stretching out before him in welcoming rows.
Where: The Book Bin
When: March 4th
What: Roy decides it's time to get the hell outta here, and since he's a nerd at heart, starts with the research.
Warnings: Book stores are full of geeks.
Roy dusted off his hands, staring at his pathetic excuse for an apartment. There were appliances of some kind -- their boxes claimed them to be laundry machines and stoves, although Roy couldn't recall ever seeing stoves like the one here -- and a few pieces of flowered furniture, and a couple of lamps. He'd cleaned the floor, changed the bare walls to a respectable mossy green, and set up the sofa and the chair. Then he'd slept on the sofa, and figured to hell with the bedroom. He could set that up later. Now, with the sun telling him it was midday, it was time to get some answers.
He went out, past the door he knew belonged to Ritsuka, slowing only a little to see if he could catch the boy's voice. No... nothing.
All for the best. Don't wanna go down that road anyhow, Mustang. Stick to your job. Everyone's probably worried sick. It's time to stop screwing around and get your ass home.
Shaking his head, he left the apartment building, heading down toward the town he'd seen a bit of a ways off from the Town Hall. There would be a bookstore there, or a library, and whichever he ran into first was going to get a ransacking the likes of which no-one had seen but Edward Elric.
And lo and behold, after only ten minutes of walking -- there it was.
Book Bin. Not the classiest place I've ever heard of, but fine. Whatever dimension or world this is, you're about to spill all your secrets.
He went to the door and pushed it open, entering the cool air of the shop, the shelves stretching out before him in welcoming rows.