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[Greatness942]

Roy braves the smell, and by that I mean he holds his nose shut, as he looks around the area, wanting a markup of the buildings they can check.

[Asin]

Merseth: "I think we can find a few weapons right... here!"
*Merseth points to a building a small distance away*

[ironsnake345]

Papyrus opts to leave the cart carrying the kitchenette outside the gates, and notes the corpses with a fair amount of shock.

"OH MY! HOW GRUESOME! BUT, SOMEHOW..."

Papyrus approaches one of the charred bodies and examines it more closely.

"HOW CURIOUS. IT WOULD SEEM THAT THESE SUCH DWARVES ARE NOT OF THE KIND I KNOW OF."

[Asin]

Merseth: "What do you mean, Papyrus?"

[ironsnake345]

"ERR... SEE, WHERE I AM FROM, THERE ARE ONLY TWO KNOWN RACES: HUMANS, AND MONSTERS. THE LATTER OF WHICH ENCOMPASSING SUCH CREATURES AS DRAKES, MERMAIDS, SKELETONS, AND INDEED, DWARVES!"

Papyrus seems to enjoy talking about monster biology.

"WHEREAS A HUMAN'S BODY IS MOSTLY WATER, THAT OF A MONSTER IS MOSTLY MAGIC! THEREFORE! WHEN TRAGEDY STRIKES AND A MONSTER'S LIFE COMES TO AN END, THE MAGIC DISSIPATES AND THEIR BODY TURNS TO DUST!"

Papyrus' smile seems to be... waning, ever so slightly?

"HOWEVER, IT WOULD SEEM THAT SUCH A CONDITION DOES NOT DESCRIBE THESE... UNFORTUNATE INDIVIDUALS."

[Asin]

Merseth: "How particular."

[ironsnake345]

"INDEED! IT IS AS THOUGH I HAVE SOMEHOW WOUND UP IN AN ENTIRELY NEW REALITY!


ALSO I THINK THE WORD IS PECULIAR."

[Asin]

Merseth: "My apologies."

[DolosusDoleus]

Suddenly, the Swedish Chef barrels through the door, aiming a blunderbuss at a flying sub sandwich.

"Yuou geet baek in ze-a baeskett raiet noow!"

[Asin]

Merseth: "...What is happening?"

[ironsnake345]

"I DO NOT KNOW, BUT I HAVE COME TO TAKE SUCH CONFUSIONS IN STRIDE!"

[Asin]

Merseth: "Ah."

[Greatness942]

Roy Mustang ignores the discussion, though not out of disinterest, given the monsters and dust remarks. Rather, it's a conscious choice as he walks towards the building Merseth pointed out, his non-alchemic gloved hand gripping his service pistol.

[Asin]

*Merseth runs to catch up with Roy.*

[Greatness942]

Roy opens the door, spotting more dwarven corpses in different places. True to Merseth's word, two swords and a Warhammer are on a table in the building, plus a crossbow hanging over a fireplace.