from my rotting body ;

It has been one year since the Promised Day. Things seem to have calmed down in Amestris under the leadership of Roy Mustang, the youngest Fuhrer in the history of the country. But within the past few weeks, there have been reports of strange chimera-like creatures popping up around the country, killing innocents and wreaking havoc. However, unlike the chimeras that have been known in the past, they seem to be a mixture of organic and inorganic matter. Killing them is a painstaking process taken on by the military. Where are they coming from, and who, if anyone, is creating them?

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By the time they were led back to their office, where they'd left everything they'd brought with them in the transfer, all he really wanted was a cigarette. Still, he took the time to unpack the two boxes he'd brought along and organize his desk before finally slipping away for a much needed smoke break, and he already had a spot in mind.

While the tour didn't actually bring them to the top of the building, their guide had pointed out the stairway that led to it, and a view of the city from above might help him get more acclimated. He still planned to explore on foot later, but he still might be able to see something interesting from there. After a few wrong turns, he eventually found his way back to the steps and slowly climbed up to the rooftop.

And it looked like he wasn't the only one with this spot in mind. As he walked through the door and let it shut gently behind him, his eyes were drawn to the figure of a woman with long brown hair who already seemed to be enjoying the view. Before he was close enough that she'd be able to see his eye line well, he looked her over carefully head to toe, smiling to himself at the thought of sharing a smoke break with an attractive woman on his first day. Maybe his luck was changing, after all.

Or at least that was his thought until she actually spoke to him as he approached, staking her claim to this particular spot. Still, Havoc wasn't one to be easily dissuaded. Instead of approaching her directly, he changed course to a spot along the wall a few feet away and offered an apologetic smile as he fished out his packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

raising an eyebrow, she eyes him curiously. she knows that there had been a transfer from the east today -- those sorts of things got around quick at central.

"yeah, sure, next time," she says. ULTIMATELY, it doesn't matter if he's intruding on her smoke spot. she can't help but be a bit endeared by his flirting. she'll never deny a free cigarette, especially from a cute blond military boy.

"You'd give up all of that? Just for vengeance?"