Black and White = Only black
Who: Roy Mustang, Kallen and Riker (that bastard)
Where: The Book Bin
When: March 6th
What: The Black and Whites strike, and DEATH FOLLOWS IN THEIR WAKE.
Warnings: Stealing shit can get people killed.
What the fuck is going on here?!
Roy slammed the last book back into its place, glaring at the shelves. He'd gone through each and every book about Salkia history, and all there had been were crudely-drawn pictures of maps, lists of monsters and things called "Pokemon," and a table of contents that included things like where to shop and how to feed ponies. There wasn't a single historical fact in any of the tomes -- and actually, most of the pages were blank!
"This is weird," he growled to himself, "and I'll be damned if I'm going to stand being here one more minute." He didn't know who'd brought him here or why, but he was getting the fuck out.
He spun on his heel, past the now-unnoticed erotic section, and strode toward the stairs. He had just put his foot out to meet the first step when a blur swept past him. He started and tried to jerk back, afraid he was about to step on some toddler, but there was nothing there -- nothing at all.
He was staring at a bare foot. HIS bare foot. Sock and boot were missing --
There was a soft tug as his other foot, just enough to make him look down --
Carpet against his toes --
What the --?
His foot hit the first step down, heel smacking the very edge of the stair before sliding right off of it. He grabbed for the railing, overbalanced, and went down the stairs the fast way: headfirst.
Where: The Book Bin
When: March 6th
What: The Black and Whites strike, and DEATH FOLLOWS IN THEIR WAKE.
Warnings: Stealing shit can get people killed.
What the fuck is going on here?!
Roy slammed the last book back into its place, glaring at the shelves. He'd gone through each and every book about Salkia history, and all there had been were crudely-drawn pictures of maps, lists of monsters and things called "Pokemon," and a table of contents that included things like where to shop and how to feed ponies. There wasn't a single historical fact in any of the tomes -- and actually, most of the pages were blank!
"This is weird," he growled to himself, "and I'll be damned if I'm going to stand being here one more minute." He didn't know who'd brought him here or why, but he was getting the fuck out.
He spun on his heel, past the now-unnoticed erotic section, and strode toward the stairs. He had just put his foot out to meet the first step when a blur swept past him. He started and tried to jerk back, afraid he was about to step on some toddler, but there was nothing there -- nothing at all.
He was staring at a bare foot. HIS bare foot. Sock and boot were missing --
There was a soft tug as his other foot, just enough to make him look down --
Carpet against his toes --
What the --?
His foot hit the first step down, heel smacking the very edge of the stair before sliding right off of it. He grabbed for the railing, overbalanced, and went down the stairs the fast way: headfirst.