Fire is destruction itself. Without an alchemist's hand, it kills and tears down villages, cities and towns. Add it to a man and he becomes the wielder of it. Man itself is already dangerous enough, a few with flames at the beck and call is more threatening. Its meant to be hidden and pushed away. No one should see the secrets. I see that now.
[ Fullmetal Alchemist and Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Roleplay blog for Colonel Roy Mustang. Please read the rules first before interacting with. M!A: Currently accepting Written by Charlie. ]
“What part of ‘top brass’ got lost in translation, Colonel? I’m talkin’ the head of the goddamned food chain here! I bullshit you not: the Führer himself told us to keep quiet! He made it sound like the whole Military would fall apart if we didn’t! He told use to suspect everyone as the enemy! God-fuckin’-dammit, I know you’re my superior officer, but what the hell else was I supposed to do in a situation like that, ‘sides doing as I was told!?”
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♟The kid was right. Following orders was the one thing the colonel respected the most and thought best to do. No matter how ridiculous, horrifying or disgusting the order was. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fullmetal, as great as it is that you’re finally following orders, why would you choose to trust the Fuhrer out of anybody and listen to him? Even if the military were to fall apart, what would you care? You tried to kill him in your state alchemist exam.”
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♟‘…That was certainly a..new thing to try…’
“I know how it works! I just…”
“…I haven’t had time to mess around. For a while, I thought I would hold out until I was settled down — that seemed like equivalence, y’know? To give everything to the person I’d spend my life with. It’s gotten harder to think like that now that I’ve got stupid puberty shit to deal with; I find myself thinking things when I see Lt. Ross or Lt. Hawkeye. The curiosity’s been gnawing at me for months.”
“So… I guess… I’m indebted to you for satisfying that curiosity. Least by finding out this way, I didn’t have to worry about knocking anyone up, right?”
♟Hawkeye? Roy felt slightly defensive for a moment. That was easily forgotten with Fullmetal’s current life crisis. He shuffled uncomfortably where he was, an inaudible sigh eliciting from him at his own immaturity of the situation. He then chuckled at Ed’s question, side glancing at the kid with a raised eyebrow.
"That’s not why most people sleep with men, but if that makes you feel better, Fullmetal. But you could’ve talked to your brother or whoever else you felt comfortable with rather than satisfy your curiosity with me.”
Not that he could comment on that. He’d used many women to satisfy himself before. Occasionally satisfying his curiosity with some things if they were willingly.
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♟‘Fullmetal, what the hell is the meaning of this?!’ His hands grasped the collar, tugging at it but ending up almost suffocating from pulling too hard. 'As your superior officer, I demand you take this thing off of me!’ Well. He was screwed.
The push makes Ed fall unceremoniously on his ass, but — like many kids can — he bounces back moments later. One knee down, one knee up, Ed pauses before preparing to stand only to push things a littlefurther, still unsure whether he actually wants to disrespect the man or whether he’s just looking to get roughed up by someone:
“Or what? You’ll get a ruler outta your desk drawer and spank me over your knee? Ha! I’d like to see you try.”
♟Roy’s teeth clenched. He really was moments from either bringing out a rule or bringing out his ignition gloves. He then sighed in frustration, realizing anger was getting the better of him so much so that he just admitting being moments away from burning a stupid child. He dropped back into his chair, turning around to face his desk and work. Without glancing at Ed he spoke;
”Fullmetal, unless you have any intention of taking this thingfrom around my neck or doing work, leave.“
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♟‘Fullmetal, what the hell is the meaning of this?!’ His hands grasped the collar, tugging at it but ending up almost suffocating from pulling too hard. 'As your superior officer, I demand you take this thing off of me!’ Well. He was screwed.
The show of force from Mustang isn’t enough to push the smug expression off of the boy’s face. He isn’t quite sure what’s driving him right now: the rush that comes with breaking a few rules, or an upswing of masochism. It’s not like he can ask Al to sate that need, but the Colonel… that’s another story.
“Ha! Make me, old man. Or don’t you have the balls?”
♟The colonel didn’t want to hurt the kid. Well, he did. But there was only so much he was allowed to do. Killing fellow officers of the military wasn’t, unfortunately, one of the few things. However, being in his office alone, with a child acting even more like a child; he could possibly show him whose boss without killing him. His fingers gripped at his shirt more before he, without thought for the force, pushed Edward from his chair, almost attempting to get him on his own knees. He then stood aside and watched the kid, arm crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed.
"I am your superior officer! You will treat me with respect. I wont tell you again, Fullmetal.“
