[There is a woman wandering around the Entrance, attempting quite valiantly to stay upright. One hand is pressed tight against a wound at her throat, fresh but no longer bleeding; considering the amount of blood coating her skin, her clothes, and even the loose, long strands of blonde hair trailing down her back, this is probably for the best. A ( Read more... )

[Well. This is not what he was expecting at all. Last he remembered-no, he had certainly not been in any condition to be standing upright, yet here he was. In uniform. Completely fine. He was breathing okay, no pain, no nagging headache... wait no, there it was. Nonetheless, Hughes was supposed to be dead, or at the very minimum closing in on it. ( Read more... )

[In the area everyone arrived at, some people might have noticed a certain blond girl. What was special about this girl? It might have been that she was dripping wet. Or, more likely, that she was wearing only a single, white towel. She appeared not to be all that thrilled about it, either.

Now, Winry was making her way through the town, attempting ( Read more... )