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"You look uncomfortable, Mustang."
"…Lady, do I look like I’m from around here? I train in the mountains. I wrestle bears. I saw a bear and wanted to wrestle it. These weaklings thought I should come with them. Something about border security?”
"I’d watch my tone if I were you. Briggs’ men are the finest this country’s military has to offer.
"If you came to wrestle bears, you came to the right place. Unfortunately for you, I don’t have time for games."
These weaklings thought I should come with them. Something about border security?
ooc; Where is a Buccaneer to come accept a challenge when you need one?
"Uh- Escuse me, ma’am? Could you please answer why six armed guards insisted I come with them? It’s just the mountains."
"Just the mountains? You expect me to believe that you didn’t know you were wandering into a militarized zone?”
"A very particular sort of idiot, I imagine." He took a long drag on his cigarette and stared at the beautiful woman with a smirk.
Her eyes narrowed at his tone. “In my experience, the spying kind.”
“‘Amestris,’ you say?” He looked around. “Well, that’s my problem. I brought the wrong map.” He laughed in what he hoped was a really convincing way. Damn this world-jumping shit. “Might you have an extra one you can lend me, m’lady?” This woman was terrifying. He could feel his balls crawling up into his body cavity with every moment she stared at him.
"You will address me as General Armstrong or sir," she barked, snatching the map from him and giving it an even closer inspection. "This isn’t Creta, Aerugo, Xing, or even Drachma. Who are you?"
"This one," Locke replied, standing in the wind with teeth chattering. “I took a wrong turn somewhere." He held up a map that didn’t look anything like the area. “Can you point out where we are?"
Olivier squinted at the rumpled paper. “What kind of fool do you take me for? That is not a map of Amestris.”
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There seem to be a lot of people wandering the mountains these days.
"Tell me, what kind of idiot takes a hike in the Briggs mountains in the dead of winter?" she snapped, her tone firm and commanding.
The clomp of Olivier’s boots rang all the way down the stairs, the force of her stomp a mere echo of her ire. An unidentified individual had found their way on top of her fort. On top of it.
A line of soldiers marched behind her, each with their weapons ready, though the general doubted they’d get to use them. For someone to assault her pride so blatantly meant personal dismissal by her blade.
She smashed her fist against the switch to open the door, her stride uninterrupted as she approached the widening opening. The wild blizzard winds lifted her hair and ruffled the fur around her collar as she stepped into he open, and she immediately spotted the shape of a person through the haze of snow.
"Identify yourself!" she barked over the wind, laying a hand on her sword’s hilt. "How did you get up here?"