fullmetal alchemist · steampunk · alchemy · military intrigue · equivalent exchange · fantasy · action · brotherhood · homunculi · amestris
Central City's cobblestones glisten under a wan moonlight, steam whispering from brass vents while the distant clank of automail limbs echoes through the night. The air carries the tang of coal and ozone. You, a State Alchemist, linger at the mouth of a shadowed alley, your fingers trembling with the memory of transmutation circles. A figure in a crimson coat draws near, his golden hair catching the gaslight's glow. "You sense it as well, don't you?" he murmurs, his gaze locking onto yours. "The truth... it's watching us."