Riza Hawkeye (
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mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 11:11 pm
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Swapfield!
A | 1761 Nelson | Morning
[Riza woke early as per usual, but found she was freezing. Even wrapped under the blankets something didn't feel right. There was no weight in the bed next to her, and a moment of abject panic resulted in her groping under the pillow for the gun she knew was there--except it wasn't.]
[She bolted up out of bed, and caught a glance of herself in the mirror and what in the ever loving hell is going on?]
What the hell is going on?!
B | Phone | Filtered to Roy Mustang
Sir? I think we have a bit of a problem...
C | Around Town
[Hi there, Mayfield. There is a rather cross looking "General Armstrong" walking through town. Not that looking cross is unusual for her, of course, but something seems a bit off about the woman.]
[Approach? Be forewarned, she is carrying a sword.]