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[dedicatedsniper.livejournal.com]

All right. What am I doing here? [Have a canon Riza Hawkeye, who is now lost and wondering how she got here, when the last thing she remembers was traveling on a train to Central.]

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[inequivalent.livejournal.com]

This... isn't Briggs. [And here, have a canon Edward from about after Kimbley stabbed him at Briggs; the two guys went off to grab rations and stuff, but Ed didn't want to just hang around and wait for them. He's bleeding profusely, but conscious, and wincing with every step he takes.]

First aid, anyone?

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[honootaisa.livejournal.com]

*Its raining, and we all know a certain alchemist who rather detests rain, so of course he grumbles about it all the way from his apartment to the bar.
Jacket pulled over his head, he runs the whole way, trying not to get soaked but failing miserably.

Upon arriving at The Devil's Nest, he finds it emptier than usual, not even Winry or Ed around at the moment, at least as far as he can see and hear.
Hanging up his sopping wet jacket, he goes behind the counter, grabbing a towel to dry off his hair.*

There should be a law against raining in fake cities...