07-04-2018, 09:16 PM
Two months and three weeks had passed.
In that time, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye had traveled. Her destination did not matter so much as who she encountered, and what they knew. She had met quite a few people- several of whom called themselves “alchemists,” even- and yet none of them had known a way to escape this world and return to Amestris. The alchemists, in fact, had all deemed it impossible.
Perhaps she should have considered herself lucky that she never had any need for a gun, but the fact that she- along with Colonel Roy Mustang- would be stuck here for the foreseeable future overshadowed that small blessing. Amestris’ fate was bleak, with the homunculi now free to run rampant with few knowing of their existence, let alone the fact that they were (presumably) plotting against the Amestrian people. At best, the Fullmetal Alchemist had survived the transmutation incident and would manage to succeed. At worst, the country was doomed.
At the very least, though, she had adjusted to the form of a lioness quickly enough to survive, so Colonel Mustang likely would have adjusted to his own body as well. So long as Mustang was alive, everything else would follow that. Maybe he had discovered something that she had missed.
Returning to the border of the Ascendants, where she had seen the Colonel last, Riza stood there, waiting. Someone would inevitably come by, at which point she would state her request. Until then, she doubted her voice would carry across the territory.
In that time, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye had traveled. Her destination did not matter so much as who she encountered, and what they knew. She had met quite a few people- several of whom called themselves “alchemists,” even- and yet none of them had known a way to escape this world and return to Amestris. The alchemists, in fact, had all deemed it impossible.
Perhaps she should have considered herself lucky that she never had any need for a gun, but the fact that she- along with Colonel Roy Mustang- would be stuck here for the foreseeable future overshadowed that small blessing. Amestris’ fate was bleak, with the homunculi now free to run rampant with few knowing of their existence, let alone the fact that they were (presumably) plotting against the Amestrian people. At best, the Fullmetal Alchemist had survived the transmutation incident and would manage to succeed. At worst, the country was doomed.
At the very least, though, she had adjusted to the form of a lioness quickly enough to survive, so Colonel Mustang likely would have adjusted to his own body as well. So long as Mustang was alive, everything else would follow that. Maybe he had discovered something that she had missed.
Returning to the border of the Ascendants, where she had seen the Colonel last, Riza stood there, waiting. Someone would inevitably come by, at which point she would state her request. Until then, she doubted her voice would carry across the territory.
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