Swapfield!

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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.]

Comments

[answerer_sword]

General?

[Bazett looks toward the woman in the flower shop.]

...What can you tell me about a woman named Bazett Fraga McRemitz?

[queen_of_swords]

Why should I tell you anything about Bazet?

[It's probably Bazett, in that body, but she can't be sure.]

[She looks to Hawkeye.]

You're a first class sniper, you should be able to adjust to a different height.]

[magi_punches]

Because I need to know something about you.

[She looks from one blonde woman to the other.]

Both of you.

[queen_of_swords]

I don't give information on my soldiers to people I don't know.

[magi_punches]

I just need some way to confirm that you are indeed General Armstrong and that your current body indeed belongs to this woman calling herself Hawkeye.

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[Riza frowns at Olivier with a bit of a shrug.]

[How exactly are they supposed to prove this, anyway? A marksmanship display and Olivier showing how quickly she can get Riza on her ass in a swordfight? Honestly.]

[queen_of_swords]

At the last Bingo night, you told me you prefer the same side of battle as me and said you'd help hand out some information to new arrivals.

[That should prove something without giving away too much.]

And she is from my world.

[magi_punches]

...Correct. Forgive me for doubting you, sir. I just had to confirm that it was you.

[She turns to the other woman.]

I am sorry for bothering you. Forgive me.

Sorry I'm soblate x_x and gt get Oliver's icons on my phone....

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[Riza nods politely, her smile present but tired.]

I understand. Mayfield does strange things; I certainly don't blame you for being on your guard. It is the wise decision.