First Person (entry type):(226) Rank raising demotion aside, East City isn’t the worst place to be relocated. It’s no Central, but that seems as far as they’ve thought it out. The General in charge of the region is refreshingly capable of thinking several moves ahead; coincidentally, his hobby is chess. Fortunately, General Grumman is capable, but not ambitious. Not threatened. We indulge in his hobby once a week or so. Earning fame is crucial, but it’s not so bad, gaining experience with new responsibilities here in the East. The eyes overseeing you aren’t seeking an opportunity to pull the rug out from under you just to see you grovel.
A desert separates us from the nearest country’s border, making it one of the calmer regions, despite the recent civil war. It’s a safe enough place to send my most dangerous subordinate out and about, at any rate. He’s young, you see. Capable, I’ll give him that, but volatile. If he blows up in a delicate situation, I’ll count it amongst my blessings that things will probably be slow enough at headquarters for me to step out in order to fish him out of whatever tensions he’s stirred into a full blown incident; if this means I must take credit for resolving so many more conflicts, well, that can’t be helped. A commanding officer must look out for those beneath him.
Third Person: (270) Fireplaces used to be pleasant because they were necessary; in an age of modern heating, insulation, and construction, they had largely become decorative. A chimney let in more heat than a fireplace produced, and windows these days were well made enough that the coldest winds licking the glass only served to underscore the tranquility of modern living. Fireplaces were now necessary because they were pleasant.
Roy Mustang’s apartment did not have a fireplace. For one thing, it would be too… predictable. The Flame Alchemist could certainly make a fireplace more pleasant still by the instant lighting mechanism that was a mere poetic snap, but really, wouldn’t that be just too tacky? A date would be unable to help thinking of how many other dates he had performed the exact same parlor trick for, would presume, in this day and age, that such was the only reason the Flame Alchemist had a fireplace. For another thing, he lived in a one room apartment building on the third floor. It just wasn’t practical.
But this? This was neither pleasant nor practical. Make no mistake, a computer was a fantastically practical idea! He waited with baited breath for the day so many droll office functions could be passed along to a machine that would serve as a slave to his whims! But, so long as there were people out there in those other worlds wasting their time on such things as “fireplace.exe”, he could not help but entertain admittedly downright irrational skepticism to the claims on that ridiculous community that in some worlds, computers were making a real difference in people’s lives.
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A desert separates us from the nearest country’s border, making it one of the calmer regions, despite the recent civil war. It’s a safe enough place to send my most dangerous subordinate out and about, at any rate. He’s young, you see. Capable, I’ll give him that, but volatile. If he blows up in a delicate situation, I’ll count it amongst my blessings that things will probably be slow enough at headquarters for me to step out in order to fish him out of whatever tensions he’s stirred into a full blown incident; if this means I must take credit for resolving so many more conflicts, well, that can’t be helped. A commanding officer must look out for those beneath him.
Third Person: (270) Fireplaces used to be pleasant because they were necessary; in an age of modern heating, insulation, and construction, they had largely become decorative. A chimney let in more heat than a fireplace produced, and windows these days were well made enough that the coldest winds licking the glass only served to underscore the tranquility of modern living. Fireplaces were now necessary because they were pleasant.
Roy Mustang’s apartment did not have a fireplace. For one thing, it would be too… predictable. The Flame Alchemist could certainly make a fireplace more pleasant still by the instant lighting mechanism that was a mere poetic snap, but really, wouldn’t that be just too tacky? A date would be unable to help thinking of how many other dates he had performed the exact same parlor trick for, would presume, in this day and age, that such was the only reason the Flame Alchemist had a fireplace. For another thing, he lived in a one room apartment building on the third floor. It just wasn’t practical.
But this? This was neither pleasant nor practical. Make no mistake, a computer was a fantastically practical idea! He waited with baited breath for the day so many droll office functions could be passed along to a machine that would serve as a slave to his whims! But, so long as there were people out there in those other worlds wasting their time on such things as “fireplace.exe”, he could not help but entertain admittedly downright irrational skepticism to the claims on that ridiculous community that in some worlds, computers were making a real difference in people’s lives.