Roleclaim -or announce your ability- at your own risk. You can do so, but you will forfeit the following opportunity to use your ability, if any.

The hooded men circled around Gorky who was ready to take on the next opponent. As Gorky was getting oiled, a dark shadow stretched over everyone -blocking the view of the sun. It seemed to be a gigantic new set. "Look, it's a a City" shouted a hooded man. Unfortunately, no one had time to react to the floating City dropping over them. Everyone was instantly killed, squashed, and forgotten.

Mr. Kitten looked around, "So this is Central City, eh?"

Central City,  headquarters of Amestris, and home to its powerful military and ruthless State Alchemist. yes, it's quite the City. It attracts assassins, killers, and even people bent on revenge. See, the military or Alchemist aren't the most lovable people around. Just ask the few Ishvalins who survived the Ishvalin Civil War. It doesn't stop there. Word has it that even artificially created human, presumably brought into existence by way of  alchemy, are lurking about.

Mr. Kitten places his paw on his forehead and mumbles, "how am I supposed to know the alignment? Last I checked: alignment doesn't equal role ... whatever that means. I guess I'll have to rely on my instinct and depend on others to aid this City from certain destruction."

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