Wet Arrival #2

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Who: Roy Mustang & Anyone else.
What: The colonel returns to the city, though the landing leaves much to be desired.
When: Late Afternoon/Early Evening on the 5th of July.
Status: Open
Style: Any

Roy wasn't entirely certain just what he actually expected upon being thrown out of that pure white space, via the Gate. But landing in a body of water in a pitch dark location likely wasn't on the expected list. Getting to the surface was a relatively simple matter, unfortunately he had no way to tell which direction to go to get out of the water, provided there was actually an end to the water in the first place.

So Vatheon, which of you good good samaritan's will help the poor man out of the water?

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Aside from her back 'strain', she's fine.

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[Okay, back up. Back strain? Congrats, Kimblee, you've just managed to confuse the man more than he already was. Okay, first things first, getting himself out of this water. Further conversation could happen once he was on dry land.]

How far is it to the edge of the water? And which direction should I go in to reach it? Do you know?

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_{[Which direction? Gods, Roy. You're acting as if you're blind.]}

Please tell me you're not serious. We may be under the ocean but I hardly think it's that dark.

_{[Says the man who spent a good seven years in solitary.]}

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.....It's pitch black, Kimblee. I can't even see my hand in front of me, let alone the shore line.

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And I can see several feet. _{[SIGH. Jeeze, Roy.]}

From where you're sitting right now, turn around and go straight. I'll meet you over there.

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[He doesn't bother to respond to that remark, though it plants seeds of a certain idea he really doesn't want to be forced to face right at this moment. So he simply follows the directions given and works his way toward the shore.]

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<sub>[While Roy does that, he just starts walking to the other end of the bridge to follow the blind man along the shore while humming to himself. If the man was blind, then it could pose a problem. It'd probably be best to tell Hawkeye about this just in case, but... Hm.

Dilemma, dilemma.]</sub>

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[The humming is a minor distraction, half welcome despite the fact it's moving, it keeps him from thinking too much while he's working to get to the shore.

When he finally makes it and feels solid ground beneath his hands and knees, he manages to make his unsteady way to his feet despite the fact his chest was sore as hell currently, his arms and legs were tired, his hands were bleeding again and the small fact...it was still utterly pitch black around him.]

Kimblee?

[Where you at currently, Crimson?]

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_{[By the time he reaches him, Kimblee has to stop and stare at the man before he shakes his head. Oh, Roy... Just what have you gotten yourself into this time?]}

Open your eyes, Roy. People might start thinking you've gone blind at this rate.

<sub>[Wait.

Wait, wait... No, it couldn't be, could it?]</sub>

...Where were you?

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[He just had his eyes open about a minute before you walked up to him, Kimblee. Open or closed, it makes no difference, it's pitch black either damn way.]

Underneath Central Command...

[He hesitated for a moment to continue, he had suspicions about the man, that miraculous recovery he'd made up north, his involvement with Raven, the reason behind his even being out of prison and up north regardless. Perhaps he could get some answers while answering questions. Thus it might possibly benefit him to answer the next question sure to be out of Kimblee's mouth, What happened?

He held up his bleeding hands before him so Kimblee could see how they'd both been run through at the center.]

...King Bradley impaled both of my hands... and a Homuculus forced me into performing Human Transmutation. That threw me into a massive white room.. and then I found myself here, dumped into the water.

[And as much as he was loathe to admit it, he was coming to realize just exactly what doing that had taken from him.]

/slides in here.

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King Bradley?! [And here's Riza, showing up just in time to hear that. Well, this only got about ten times more awkward.] Homucu -- uman transmut -- Mr Mustang! How... Why.... Didn't father tell you how taboo such such a thing was. W.... What is happening back home. Why are you fighting against the Fuehrer?

[Um. What is going on here? Though she will turn to Kimblee now, mostly a loss - but... Roy's hands. ] Your jacket. His hands need to be tended before we find him dry clothing.

1/2

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_{[Interesting... Bradley and a Homunculus. Or two, in reality. But he wouldn't reveal how much he knew about that just yet. It'd just make it all the more entertaining when he finally did, too.]}

A taboo to many alchemists, but it's strictly forbidden for the ones under the State. Another thing, many people say that Homunculi don't exist--are you certain that's what it was? While I'm willing to believe someone, ah... forced you into performing the transmutation...

_[Wait.]

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_{[She wants to do what with his jacket?]}

...I just got this back from the cleaner an hour ago, Miss Hawkeye.

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Oh. I don't remember father ever mentioning such a fact... [But that's because she was mostly doing her own lessons when Roy was being taught alchemy.

Though his question..

Have a Riza Hawkeye Patent Lineface, Kimblee.] It can be cleaned again, Major. Colonel Mustang's hands can't wait. Now, unless you want him to bleed out, your jacket please.

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_{[He is going to be difficult about this. Yep.]}

I don't see why it has to be mine.

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Lieutenant?

[He had turned toward her voice as she'd first spoken, hands falling back to his sides. Though their little arguement had briefly forestalled anything he might have said until now. Kimblee's issues with his answer could wait for the moment really, his attention was directed toward the voice he'd heard.]

Are you all right?

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Yes, sir.

[And back to Kimblee.] Because I'm not wearing one and even if I was, it's impolite to ask a woman. [B|]

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_{[Damn it, woman.]}

Isn't it just as impolite to demand a man like that?

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[.....you two...it's like listening to children, you realize that. Now just excuse him while he attempts to remove his coat, hissing softly under his breath because, fuck, fractured ribs and injured hands is not conductive toward self-coat removal..]

Just use mine.

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[Kimblee's the bigger child.

She'll shoot Kimblee a scowl as she moves to aid in coat removal, grimacing herself because this is not helping her healing back. Though she'll simply endure it as always.] Sorry for the trouble.

I still don't understand. Why were you fighting the fuehrer? Colonel Mustang, what is going on?

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<sub>[Says the one who was in denial in the war.

Was that directed towards him? It just bounced off and hit that poor bridge. Gosh Riza, be nice to the poor things.]</sub> Lecture me later if you must when we return back to the house, Miss Hawkeye.

I'd like to know the same thing--And more about that Homunculus.

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[Will you two please behave for long enough to get back to this aforementioned house? Five to ten minutes, is it too much to ask? Really...]

Provided you explain where I am now, then yes, I'll explain further on what was happening before I ended up here.

Though really, Lieutenant, you should already know why we're fighting Bradley. You were there when they forced me into doing the Human Transmutation. I should be asking you why you're here and not with the others.

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[She's still in denial just a bit. Oh please, you do worse things to the landscape than her, or so she'd heard in the rumours.

Kimblee started it.] ...

[Wait what.] ...I'm afraid not. The last thing I remember is Ishval and... Well, I've been here for a month. I'm still a cadet, not a lieutenant. I won't be until I graduate, sir.

[A glance at Kimblee then her voice drops.] You were there when I sprained my back just over a week ago, don't you remember?

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<sub>[And he's damn proud of it, too. Just think, he did the same thing to people on top of everything else.

It wasn't hard for him to finally start putting things together. If people could show up from a set point in time, then it'd make sense if they could resume time if they were relieved from the clutches of this city--if he was on the right track, anyhow. If anything it was food for thought and something to bring up to the city when he didn't have anything special to do. Roy kept calling Hawkeye a Lieutenant, but she was a Cadet.

She also kept referring to himself as a Major when he hasn't been part of the military for several years. She has no idea of the time he spent in prison yet.

Vatheon, you really were something else.]</sub>

I have to agree with her. She's been here since I arrived and I've been keeping an eye on her... injuries to make sure she didn't push herself too hard. You yourself told me that both you and the young lady have been here for a month when I arrived a few days ago. _{[He paused to study Riza for a moment. It was quiet, but he could've sworn he picked up on 'over a week ago'. Something wasn't adding up right in his head.]}

But... Regardless of the time we've spent here, this is Vatheon. I remember you telling me that there was no 'apparent' way out so we're all stuck here for some time.

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[He's silent for a couple minutes after listening to both of them, new memories suddenly making sense of their explanations and he sighed softly. Time to take charge of this farce and get them back to the house and cease making a public spectacle of themselves.]

...I'm sorry. I remember now. Let's return to the house, I'll explain what was happening there. There's too much to go into and this is a rather bad place to do it in regardless. There's also bandages there or were when I left. How long was I gone?