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WHO: Seras Victoria and Roy Mustang
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Backdated to about Tuesday
WARNINGS: None that I can foresee
SUMMARY: Roy meets up with Seras in order to officially join the force.
FORMAT: Whatever works!

The police headquarters looked smaller than the building Roy was used to, but the noises and general busy ambiance that greeted him upon entering provided a much more comforting atmosphere. After announcing to a nearby secretary that he was looking for Sergeant Victoria, he stood by the desk after they were gone and took the time to glance around.

The musty smell of sweat was strong, mixed with the more welcoming odors of coffee and freshly printed paper. Phones ringing non-stop, desks piled high with folders, dirty coffee mugs, and food hardly touched. For a moment, Roy was reminded of the office he sat in not too long ago, with a desk just as cluttered, and a window that overlooked a familiar city.

He closed his eyes, and slipped his hands into his pockets. It was no use dwelling on that for too long. There was nothing he could do about it. Not yet, at least.

He took a breath, and looked over the room once more. He scanned the faces of the other officers, observing the ways in which they moved, how many guns they carried (if any), if they wore dog tags or not, the ways in which they acted towards their comrades. Occasionally, he would listen in on a passing conversation, catching snippets such as, "--But it was neither shark nor whale!", "Still got you on the couch, huh?", and "--More and more come each day."

And it was in this fashion that Roy waited.

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He didn't have to wait to long as after a few minutes Seras arrived, extending her hand to shake. "Colonel? I've got all the paperwork ready. Why don't you come with me back to our offices and we'll get it done and set you up with a desk."

Roy straightened a bit when he saw her approaching. "Sergeant Victoria, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you in person," he said, taking her hand. "I appreciate your taking the time to do this. Please, after you."

"It's good to meet you too." Seras said as she let go of his hand and turned around to lead him back to the imPort squad room and her desk. "I don't mind. This is the kind of paperwork I'm happy to do. Anyway there really isn't anyone else that can do it. Anything imPort related ends up on my desk eventually and it's usually never good news like this is."

Roy followed, glancing around as he walked behind her, his hands in his pockets. "Is that so? Sounds like there are more troublesome incidents when it comes to the imPorts than I originally thought. Do you get other cases as well?"

Seras slipped into the chair behind her desk before replying. "Not more troublesome, more dangerous. That's why we take the lead on those cases, but the native officers, ESU usually, help out too."

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, considering some of the people I've noticed are here," he said, sitting down in a chair across from her. "Giving people powers upon their entry into this city isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, especially if someone is not used to such an ability. Despite the help from the native officers, I'm sure there are some that are still incapable of dealing with certain instances. As I mentioned earlier, I'd be happy to help out in any way I can."

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Seras sighed and nodded her head. "There's more than a few instances like that. Vampires and demons, things like that. Thankfully we haven't had any of that for a couple of months. So in the meantime do you think you can handle working some patrol to start out while I find a case you could work?"

Roy was silent for a few minutes. Vampires and demons? Finding out that homunculi even existed back home was strange enough, but creatures such as that?

Then again, this place was always full of surprises.

"Of course," he responded, as if snapping out of a daze. "Being on patrol would certainly help me get used to the city a bit more."

Seras almost started to worry when Roy was quiet for so long. It wasn't the response she was used to when people got that news. Disbelief, asking if it was really true a dozen times, that she was used to. Once he spoke back up though she decided to just dismiss it and be grateful it hadn't scared him off of the job.

"It also helps that everyone sees we're out there doing our best to keep them safe. Which is something we really need right now."

"That's right, if you've received so many cases regarding dangerous Imports, I'm sure the natives here must be a bit wary of us. Not to mention what I've heard about the recent uprisings. Showing that there are some of us trying to protect them would hopefully ease the tension." He crossed his legs, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair. "How are the relations between the two within the police?"

"Alright. Some still don't like us, but we get along pretty well with ESU because we work together so often and after what Stiles pulled most of ones that didn't like us have been a lot more quiet about it. They might not like us still, but they're not going hurt fellow cops over it." That and the fact she had made it clear if she found out anyone had been working with the lowlife they'd be answering to her long before it ever got to IA and no one wanted to risk that.

"I'm glad to hear it. Even if there still is some tension between us, having at least some of their trust on the force will make it a little easier to start establishing it with others in this city. Is there anything else I should know before I begin?"