At the range

[notasniper.livejournal.com]

[Have a Riza at the shooting range. Though this Riza's a bit different. Hard to tell though considering she's still the same crack shot as ever. She stops to reload and sighs softly, looking downrange at the targets]

I'm still the same good shot. Even after all that's happened.

Guess who's back

[minionsget.livejournal.com]

....

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BAR!?






[OOC: LOL HAI GAIZ. LONG TIME NO SEE. So apparently Ed vandalized Greed's bar. Um. He's back from vacation or something. anyway feel free to torment. Canon post Chapter 80-something Greed who's fond of capslock and swearing.]

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[hei-anbeterin.livejournal.com]

[It's December, so one would reasonably assume it's snowing. And what is snow good for if not making snow angels?

You know you want to make snow angels with Flora.]

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[bah-tsen-tahnhb.livejournal.com]

[Heidi is not a patient girl. Funny, considering she used to make maps for a living. But regardless she does try to wait as patiently as possible for Al to return. He said he wouldn't be gone long, right? And he would call if anything was wrong.

After about fifteen minutes in the unnerving silence, she stands and goes to the stairs that lead up to the inn's rooms and calls for him, but there's no reply.

In fact there's no sound AT ALL.

And that just makes her even more nervous.

Slowly she ascends the stairs, hoping to find him... and not run in to any trouble in the mean time...]

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[truebluedj.livejournal.com]

[He was out of breath, panting heavily. He'd been running, trying to catch the train before it pulled out of the station, and his heavy bag had been thudding hard against his side.

But now he was stopped, and out of breath as previously stated, because he was simply flabbergasted at where he was, which was not anywhere he'd ever known. He'd taken that route a million times to get to work, always turned that corner of one busy street on to an even busier one. Not on to absolute dead silence, buildings that looked nothing like his city, and... snow? Yes, snow. A particularly cold one touched his nose and melted.

Too cold, in fact, for this to be a dream.

And there was no one there. Not a single soul before him. Just a long street of low buildings that seemed to stretch on in to nothingness.]

...where... am I?

((Say hello, Alter!Furey. :3 ))