FMA DRESSING ROOM - THE LJ YEARS

Seems to me, everyone's getting so used to being here...

We haven't had any confused new arrivals in awhile, have we?
Or people talking about getting home.


It's better than the last place I was, anyway.
Even if Al's not here, either.

Still... Being this quiet. I wonder if something's going on, that we don't know about.

*Ed paused, pulling the jacket around her frame more tightly and staring at the sign in disbelief. Central? How'd she get back here? She'd been in Risembool, helping Alphonse strengthen his body now that he was restored to normal. Someone didn't just miss a trip into another city like that.

And whatever this crap was about Central being fake... Well, who the hell went around making joke signs like that? This was almost as weird as that dream she had- where she met two male versions of herself... Bastards. Ed sighed, deciding the best way to get answers would be to find the Colonel and straighten all of this out. That shouldn't be too hard, being in Central, right? So, setting her hands in her pockets with an exasperated look around, she started towards HQ*




[ooc: Okay, so. Ed, she doesn't usually go by Edward, because it's not her name - but will if asked, or referred to as such... Is technically a transboy (boy born in a girl's body. Or girl born who identifies as male/thinks of herself as boy. Whichever works for you.) She hates that she's female, and doesn't tend to admit it. And, uh... resents any male counterparts, because. Well, they got born with the body, and she didn't. In this reality, she believes that she's come straight from Risembool, and the niflheim_rpg history was a dream... Her info's in her bio. I think that covers everything. *Posts longer OOC note than RP, yes.*]