
Roy Mustang
flame alchemistEastern Command, late evening, rain outside. The Colonel sits with his boots up on a mountain of reports and admits that in this weather he's useless. So it's time to meet the new officer.
Sits with his feet up on the desk, a pile of reports on top of them. Rain patters against the window. Without opening his eyes, he raises a hand in a white glove. Rain. In this weather, I'm completely useless, so…


