[ roy's week has been better.

between the removal from shehui and the now impossibility of being trapped in some sort of magical hellscape, and multiple people vanishing, and still more people appearing, he's had something of a time of it. but keep calm and carry on is the mantra of the day, even if roy sounds noticeably . . . not off, necessarily, but definitely more tired and muted than he typically is. he normally sounds confident and in control, but at the moment, he just sounds somewhat fed up. between shehui, riza being taken, hughes showing up, and about 20% of the coven up and vanishing, he's had about enough.

that being said, he has appearances to maintain, so he tries not to let his frustration and exhaustion leak into what he's about to say to the coven. someone needs to round everyone up and make sure they're okay. it may as well be him, especially considering what they're all seeing and going through. ]

To those who don't know who I am, my name is Brigadier General Roy Mustang. Whether you use my title or not is entirely up to you; I'm not going to police your comfort level with the military, nor does it mean much here other than I have experience in dealing with catastrophe.

[ he is normally not so blunt, but. times are hard, man. ]

Given our current situation and the sudden absence of multiple people from the Coven, we need to regroup. Staying together is imperative to our safety, and wandering this place alone is a recipe for disaster. I'm sure most of you have already figured this out, but to those who haven't: avoid the hotbeds of magical activity and do not drink the water. Hallucinations tend to occur when either of those things happen, and we can't afford any of our own being incapacitated. We're trapped here until further notice, and with little-to-no guidance from Qri or our former captors, [ because honestly, fuck the reason they're in shehui in the first place, but he'll try to keep his bitterness concerning qri to himself ] we are on our own. Rely on each other, and we will be fine.

[ he pauses. ]

I know many of you are still recovering from the atrocities that Shehui inflicted upon all of us, and that this is far from an ideal recovery place. There's no need to pretend to be fine if you aren't, but rely on those who can help you, if able. Check in with me if you are still here. I'll send my location telepathically to the entirety of the Coven; find me, and we will begin to set up a temporary campsite until we figure out how to best get out of here.

[ there's another pause before he sighs, running his hands over his face to have a moment of thought to himself. ]

If you have any questions, concerns, or require any supplies, speak to me. If you have specialized healing abilities, say so to the Coven on this feed. People are hurt. [ hughes, specifically, needs more help than roy gave him, but. he won't say that out loud. ] We will begin to divvy up responsibilities when we are in a centralized location. Make your way here before focusing on anything else you are told. And remember -- ignore the hallucinations; they are not real. Thank you.

[ and as the feed ends, a location is sent, telepathically, where roy has set up camp near a grove of trees.

[ x,y ] ]

[ ooc: feel free to threadjack and use this as an open log to generate some plots! i do not care how many people threadjack or if folks interrupt roy in the comments. lay it on each other. :)

EDIT: here is a log for the tasks y'all are plotting out below! if your character has volunteered something, please feel free to throw up a top level for volunteers. ]

[ time spent in this . . . chaotic landscape of shifting dimensions and new worlds has been something of a hit the ground running experience for roy. he's located a select few people he's found somewhat competent, and he's also located (more importantly) the people from his world that he trusts. specifically, alphonse and riza. edward, it seems, has been taken back to amestris.

hopefully.

but to those who haven't met roy mustang, you are suddenly faced with an image of a relatively young man in his late-twenties/early-thirties, with messy-ish black hair and piercing eyes. he looks like someone who knows what he's doing, to a certain extent. certainly comfortable with the notion of a bunch of strangers listening to him speak, at any rate. and when he speaks, to those that are familiar -- he's definitely military. from his posture and his commanding tone.

that being said, he definitely looks somewhat less-than-put-together, for someone with military experience.

roy is a work in progress. ]

I hope you've all enjoyed the . . . festivities. [ roy, for one, has not enjoyed feeling like big brother has been watching his every move and being told to stay in a room due to some arbitrary lockdown, but he supposes the party has been nice. or something. whatever. ] But I'm afraid I'd like to address something slightly less charming and more pragmatic than celebration.

Since being in the -- employ of the deity who brought us along on this adventure, I've noticed that there seems to be a lack of structure among those of us who are here, for better or for worse, against our will. Many of us have abilities that have been stripped from us without our consent or knowledge [ and while roy has his tone level and calm, as if speaking about the weather, it's fairly obvious that this is a bitter sticking point, for him ] and while I'm certain many of us are capable of living life without said luxuries, I'm certain many others have difficulty. Regardless of what camp you're in, you're definitely not alone.

That being said, when I first arrived here, I came at a time of relative crisis. From what I've been told, there's not much of a structure for coping with said crisis, particularly with our current residents, and the population seems to be rather young. [ WHY ARE THERE SO MANY TEENAGERS ] I'd like to speak with those here, particularly those who have been a part of this journey for some time, on the formation of said structure. Particularly with those with experiences or talents that could lend to said cause of a response team of sorts, or even those who want to have a more forward-minded effort toward understanding our fellow man on this bizarre journey we've all found ourselves on.

[ here, roy pauses, and he gives a somewhat sheepish smile. ]

I don't really expect so much information for free, so, by example: my name is Roy Mustang, Brigadier General of the Amestrian Military. Central Branch. State Alchemist. Currently on assignment in the Ishval region, to headline the reconstruction effort. None of that will carry much weight with most of you, but to make an extraordinarily long story short, I recently took part in an attempt to save the world, with a surprising amount of success. I'm particularly good at organization and delegation, but fail spectacularly at micromanaging. I also enjoy a good game of chess, and entertaining company.

[ pause. ]

And for the naturally suspicious, I'm certain Alphonse Elric will speak highly of me.

[ go bother the teenager for references if you need them, thanks. ]

ooc: this is dated before the communication issues!! we're good. :)