[ Roy Mustang is not prone to panic, but this probably warrants some…mild hysteria. Mild, because he’s very carefully pushing down the cold dread washing over him as he looks around and doesn’t recognize a single thing. This is wrong. This is incredibly wrong, and he’s never been here before, and —

Ah. The hysteria is creeping slowly past mild, now.

He takes a deep breath, looking around carefully. Assess surroundings first, then freak out.

There are tall buildings around him, high enough that he has to crane his head to see where they end and the sky begins. He’s standing on the edge of a street, and there are people around him, but none of them look surprised at the fact that he’d just…appeared. Because he certainly wasn’t here thirty seconds ago. Everything is strange, sharp-edged, metal and glass and neon lights. (Glowing like that, they’d have to have argon inside them…or maybe mercury.)

He turns to whoever happens to be nearest, plastering his best yessir, ready sir smile on his face. ]

Where exactly is this?

a.
[ Mustang snaps his fingers, and the air around him burns. It’s just a combustion reaction, manipulating the oxygen in the air until there’s enough to spark. Nothing too complicated, scientifically speaking.

And yet that simple science, oxyhydro and combustion and smashing protons onto nitrogen, is enough to send a wall of flame leaping between him and the approaching monsters. Another snap, and the monsters burn.

He half-bows to anyone that might be watching, face carefully blank. ]

My alchemy certainly isn’t as impressive as the seasonal magic here, but it seems to do the trick.

[ Understatement, because it certainly doesn’t hurt to be underestimated, but there’s some truth to it. The seasonal powers are terrifying in their versatility. ]

b.
[ When he’s not fighting, Mustang will be strategizing how best to take down the monsters, trying to find a way back home, and asking around about the current political climate of Ellipsa. For…reasons. Non-coup related reasons, he promises. ]

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