Lieutenant Colonel Frank Archer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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vatheon2012-09-01 09:03 pm
terminarcher) wrote in vatheon2012-09-01 09:03 pm
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Who: Archer and anyone!
When: Evening, September 1st
Where: The Plaza
Style: Action
Status: Open!
[Frank Archer has never seen the ocean. It's a shame his first view of it has to be from underwater.
He's not a man who would attract a lot of unwanted attention normally; he's quite average-looking if one ignores the pale skin and bright blue military uniform. But this is hardly normal. He hasn't been normal for months. The man walking through the plaza is not average at all; he's sporting a mechanical arm and leg that are hooked up to him in a way that makes it look like he's going to fall over at any given moment. The mechanical arm isn't just horrifying, it appears to be some sort of massive gun. In fact, it looks as though the man himself was given the mechanics to support the gun.
Archer's military uniform is still drenched, but that isn't stopping him from examining his surroundings. He's not entirely sure if his automail will still function when wet (one of those nasty side effects of being so drugged up for the majority of your operations, but no matter) but it seems to be doing fine and he's not one to waste time.
He doesn't seem to be aware of the fact that he's talking to himself. His mouth doesn't move when he speaks and his voice has a mechanical edge to it that wasn't there months before when he was still fully human.]
...obviously this isn't Amestris. Is this some sort of afterlife? Impossible. There's no such thing. There's nothing after death. But then what is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
[He stops and turns to consider the civilians. He rotates the gun arm so that the gun is in use.]
There are ways to get answers quickly, of course. Plenty of ways.
[The gun arm is then pointed toward the closest crowd of civilians and Archer raises his voice enough to be heard.]
I require information about this place. I will not have you waste my time with trivial information. Where am I? Why am I here? What is this place?
[...well, that's certainly one way to make an entrance...]
When: Evening, September 1st
Where: The Plaza
Style: Action
Status: Open!
[Frank Archer has never seen the ocean. It's a shame his first view of it has to be from underwater.
He's not a man who would attract a lot of unwanted attention normally; he's quite average-looking if one ignores the pale skin and bright blue military uniform. But this is hardly normal. He hasn't been normal for months. The man walking through the plaza is not average at all; he's sporting a mechanical arm and leg that are hooked up to him in a way that makes it look like he's going to fall over at any given moment. The mechanical arm isn't just horrifying, it appears to be some sort of massive gun. In fact, it looks as though the man himself was given the mechanics to support the gun.
Archer's military uniform is still drenched, but that isn't stopping him from examining his surroundings. He's not entirely sure if his automail will still function when wet (one of those nasty side effects of being so drugged up for the majority of your operations, but no matter) but it seems to be doing fine and he's not one to waste time.
He doesn't seem to be aware of the fact that he's talking to himself. His mouth doesn't move when he speaks and his voice has a mechanical edge to it that wasn't there months before when he was still fully human.]
...obviously this isn't Amestris. Is this some sort of afterlife? Impossible. There's no such thing. There's nothing after death. But then what is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
[He stops and turns to consider the civilians. He rotates the gun arm so that the gun is in use.]
There are ways to get answers quickly, of course. Plenty of ways.
[The gun arm is then pointed toward the closest crowd of civilians and Archer raises his voice enough to be heard.]
I require information about this place. I will not have you waste my time with trivial information. Where am I? Why am I here? What is this place?
[...well, that's certainly one way to make an entrance...]