"Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven."
[[locked to febloodalchmist, and anyone else who might be in on the SL who might want to NPC anyone else in this.]]
Well, shit.
She was at the East Headquarters, sitting at a table in a windowless room, two guards on either side of the door, facing her.
Several months had gone by. Everyone was pulled out of Ishbal with nothing left to fight. And they were listed as AWOL.
The col- no. Not colonel. Brigadier General Basque Grand was on his way. Her grandfather would do what he could, but he had no jurisdiction over State Alchemists, and while she wasn't one personally, she had been under Grand's command and assigned to one.
Shit.
Well, shit.
She was at the East Headquarters, sitting at a table in a windowless room, two guards on either side of the door, facing her.
Several months had gone by. Everyone was pulled out of Ishbal with nothing left to fight. And they were listed as AWOL.
The col- no. Not colonel. Brigadier General Basque Grand was on his way. Her grandfather would do what he could, but he had no jurisdiction over State Alchemists, and while she wasn't one personally, she had been under Grand's command and assigned to one.
Shit.