[God he hates the snow. He hates the snow so much, especially when he's tripping through it while sprinting towards the closest building. But by the time he reaches a door, it's 8:01 and it's already tightly shut. Several attempts at opening it prove futile. He even tries blowing it up with his alchemy before he remembers that the countless snaps are useless here.
Great.]
Whoever has control over these buildings has an interesting sense of humor.
[Which he certainly doesn't find funny, as the annoyed tone of his voice shows. He sighs to himself.]
I suppose there's no point in staying here. [Or panicking.] If anyone has ever been in this situation before, I would appreciate your advice. In addition, if anyone else is out here right now, it would be best if we met up.
[A pause before he smirks a little, if only to make light of the situation.]
After all, I'd hate for any beautiful women to be left alone in a place or time like this. I'm sure we would be able to figure something out together.
3. Great Logs of Fire; ACTION
[Roy Mustang never thought he would be so excited to see the potential for fire again. As night begins to fall, he wastes no time stacking a couple of logs in the fireplace, making sure to save most of the pile for later. He's just about to light them with a pack of old matches when he hears footsteps and promptly turns to face the source, arm and hand up in a gloved snap: a reflex.
Even if it won't do anything.]
4. Idk what I'm doing; ACTION
[The first thing he notices upon waking is that it's incredibly dark. It feels colder than usual, and for a moment he thinks he might be at Briggs, before he remembers the moments that occurred just before he lost consciousness. Right. He wasn't in Amestris at all.
He can hear his tablet urging him to leave--strange, as it generally never announced things verbally--but he gets up and fumbles his way around the room, occasionally bumping into a wall or other piece of furniture on his way out.
The change in temperature, the feeling of snow on the ground, and the sudden silence of his tablet, alerts him that he's made it somewhere else...that is still incredibly dark. He stumbles around, arms stretched out to try and find some wall to guide him, before he bumps into someone and promptly says:]
Roy Mustang | Fullmetal Alchemist
[God he hates the snow. He hates the snow so much, especially when he's tripping through it while sprinting towards the closest building. But by the time he reaches a door, it's 8:01 and it's already tightly shut. Several attempts at opening it prove futile. He even tries blowing it up with his alchemy before he remembers that the countless snaps are useless here.
Great.]
Whoever has control over these buildings has an interesting sense of humor.
[Which he certainly doesn't find funny, as the annoyed tone of his voice shows. He sighs to himself.]
I suppose there's no point in staying here. [Or panicking.] If anyone has ever been in this situation before, I would appreciate your advice. In addition, if anyone else is out here right now, it would be best if we met up.
[A pause before he smirks a little, if only to make light of the situation.]
After all, I'd hate for any beautiful women to be left alone in a place or time like this. I'm sure we would be able to figure something out together.
3. Great Logs of Fire; ACTION
[Roy Mustang never thought he would be so excited to see the potential for fire again. As night begins to fall, he wastes no time stacking a couple of logs in the fireplace, making sure to save most of the pile for later. He's just about to light them with a pack of old matches when he hears footsteps and promptly turns to face the source, arm and hand up in a gloved snap: a reflex.
Even if it won't do anything.]
4. Idk what I'm doing; ACTION
[The first thing he notices upon waking is that it's incredibly dark. It feels colder than usual, and for a moment he thinks he might be at Briggs, before he remembers the moments that occurred just before he lost consciousness. Right. He wasn't in Amestris at all.
He can hear his tablet urging him to leave--strange, as it generally never announced things verbally--but he gets up and fumbles his way around the room, occasionally bumping into a wall or other piece of furniture on his way out.
The change in temperature, the feeling of snow on the ground, and the sudden silence of his tablet, alerts him that he's made it somewhere else...that is still incredibly dark. He stumbles around, arms stretched out to try and find some wall to guide him, before he bumps into someone and promptly says:]
My apologies.
[Or throw something else at me!]