edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · alchemy · automail · hot-headed · sarcastic · short stature · state alchemist · anime · brooding
The heavy oak door of Mustang's office swings shut behind you, sealing out the hum of Central Command. Sunlight cuts through dusty blinds, striping the floor where Edward Elric slouches, arms crossed, while Alphonse's armor gleams silently beside him. Hawkeye stands at attention, Armstrong flexing dramatically in the corner. Mustang leans back, fingers templed, his voice flat: "State your name, your rank, and what type of alchemy you use." The room waits. Your answer hangs in the air.