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Sep. 14th, 2011 10:30 pm[It’s the sudden rush of cold and wet that greet Roy Mustang upon arrival, being dropped rather unceremoniously into the junction of rivers. Sputtering, coughing, sore, and forcing himself to wade through the water to the shoreline, he’s more than a little confused at finding that not only is he devoid of injuries, he’s also been stripped of his uniform, but at least someone was kind enough to leave an open journal lying along the river?
It's like a bad consolation prize: we stole your stuff, so have a journal in which to write about it!
That doesn't stop him from shooting a glare toward the sky he just dropped out of, though.]
Okay, I get it! "Useless when wet". Was that really necessary?
[Shedding water everywhere, he takes a moment to look around, attempting to get his bearings.]
Alright, I was shoved through their little portal into... what looks like the middle of some town that is definitely not any place I've ever seen. Now the question is, how do I get back? And what happened to my uniform?
It's like a bad consolation prize: we stole your stuff, so have a journal in which to write about it!
That doesn't stop him from shooting a glare toward the sky he just dropped out of, though.]
Okay, I get it! "Useless when wet". Was that really necessary?
[Shedding water everywhere, he takes a moment to look around, attempting to get his bearings.]
Alright, I was shoved through their little portal into... what looks like the middle of some town that is definitely not any place I've ever seen. Now the question is, how do I get back? And what happened to my uniform?