[Waver doesn't know what the hell is going on. It feels...it feels like magic. Like summoning Rider. Like real magic, the kind that used to exist when the earth was younger and the gods were still roaming the planet. It's terrifying and exhilerating and he can't help but grin as he feels everything swirling around him and then...
..and then it stops. He blinks, the whiteness of the room a sharp contrast.]
What is this place?
[Waver looks around and then at the door itself. Those are symbols he knows, he's run across them in alchemy textbooks before. Which means that if he doesn't know what this place is then...
...then he knows who the hell to look for. To the creature, Waver states his purpose clearly.]
I didn't. But I have to find someone who's here. Excuse me.
[And so he starts to walk. He yells, rather loud.]
equivalent exchange
..and then it stops. He blinks, the whiteness of the room a sharp contrast.]
What is this place?
[Waver looks around and then at the door itself. Those are symbols he knows, he's run across them in alchemy textbooks before. Which means that if he doesn't know what this place is then...
...then he knows who the hell to look for. To the creature, Waver states his purpose clearly.]
I didn't. But I have to find someone who's here. Excuse me.
[And so he starts to walk. He yells, rather loud.]
Mustang?! You in here?!