>---And it's the stars---< [O/P/E/N]

[Riza Hawkeye]

It's odd how anyone could end up in a place like this, but for some people who had been wandering for hours and hours, they were bound to end up in every place eventually. And that's what could be said for a blonde haired female who was entering the Courtyard of Lights in a daze, not sure what to do upon her arrival in this strange place. It was so unreal, and this female's red eyes had to adjust to the scene that she was walking in to and regard it as one of the many places of her new home. It was pretty, this place, she would admit that. It was so enticing.

This girl, who's name was Riza Hawkeye, was so in to the beauty of the lights. She couldn't tear her gaze from them. The more see looked, the more she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Not having been here long, she wondered if her, yes, her Roy Mustang was okay. She wondered if someone had found she was gone and she wondered if someone had taken Black Hayate, someone needed to care for him. He was just a puppy, he couldn't fend for himself. She felt her mind struggling to get away from these thoughts, but it couldn't. She wondered if she would survive and she wondered if she could make it.

Finally, she tore away from the thoughts. What, were they magical lights or something? She shook her head as she decided to look at the ground instead of the lights for now. She was starting to get anxious now, uh oh, not good for her. She then thought she heard someone coming up from behind her. She quickly turned, pulling out her handgun and aiming it at where she thought she heard someone or something coming, keeping her cool and keeping her stance strong and firm, she was a strong girl, and she would be in control

"Who's there?! If you don't revel yourself, i'll shoot!"

[Envy]

Stumbling upon the courtyard, the lights shone infront of his intense violet eyes making the color all the more vivid and brightened, as he stood there for a moment in awe. His arms hung loosely at his sides, his feet completely still as he took in the scene before him. This place keeps getting stranger.. He thought to himself silently, this being the second place he has come upon since his recent arrival. He still had not a clue as to what this place was, or what he was doing here- but hey, the lights were kinda pretty.

Blinking for a moment, he found that he had spaced out and almost completely forgotten where he was. He squinted his eyes, making his feet move as he began to walk through the courtyard. He glanced around suspiciously, knowing that in dark spaces in unknown places things could get weird (not that he was exactly a lost normal person.) He didn't feel threatened, surprisingly, nor worried about the inhabitants of this new world; he was deeply intrigued and planned on embracing this new place with open arms, if he could just figure out where the hell he was.

That's when he saw a woman's silhouette in the distance, making him stop for a second and squint his eyes once more to try to make out who, or what she was. He decided to run quickly to the edge of the courtyard, as he was on his hands and knees now crawling towards the woman. His figure was cloaked beneath the shadows of the edges, regardless of the lights that flew around the area; he dodged them before they reached anywhere near him to reveal who he was. Eventually he was within yards of the woman, watching as the lights revealed her piece of piece. A state alchemist? So someone had made it from his world afterall.

He crawled closer, eventually making out the tied up blonde hair, and the fierce yet kind eyes of the dog of the military commonly known as Riza Hawkeye. He snickered. I wonder where her little companion is, He contemplated. Suddenly, she jumped, pointing her gun into middair- but it the completely wrong direction. Unless something else was lurking about, that is, but he paid no attention. Nonetheless, he figured this would prove to be interesting; so he slowly stood up, revealing his slender form against the lovely lights.

"Ah, a dog of the military.."

His alluring grin spread across his flawless face, his violet eyes dead set upon the blonde who stood before him. Knowing her jumpiness, he would have the gun pointed at him as well- but figured she wouldn't have the balls to shoot at him. Besides, he was just as lost in this world as she was- at this point, they were both in the same boat. So what purpose would that serve? His arms were crossed upon his sculpted chest, covered by the half-garment he always wore, that everybody knew and recognized.