The Flame Alchemist

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I will be RPing with who I feel like. I will not respond to directed posts at me, I will respond to asks directly to my character, but not RPs. If you’d like to Rp, ask first. I won’t be RPing much, as I have 4 other accounts to run, and I stay mainly on my Ao No Exorcist blogs.

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I will be RPing with who I feel like. I will not respond to directed posts at me, I will respond to asks directly to my character, but not RPs. If you'd like to Rp, ask first. I won't be RPing much, as I have 4 other accounts to run, and I stay mainly on my Ao No Exorcist blogs.

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Just a little PSA.

I've decided to re-make my blog. I cannot stand a lot of people, and I think it'd be a good idea to start fresh, per se.

I'll be leaving this blog here, yes, don't worry. But it will be largely inactive for a while. I'll be posting the link to a new one soon, and only following a select few people and limiting RPs.

I have 4 other blogs to run, which I love to death, so I won't overload myself with RPs.

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Rin stopped knocking, then knocked again. “Um… Mustang? I just want to ask you something..” He opened the door and peeked inside. “Have you heard of a boy named Night? Or do you think you could help me look for information on him, please?”

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He groaned, opening the door, "If I do, will you get out of my office? I'm not in the mood to be interrupted. Also, you will call me Colonel Mustang or Sir."

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He turned around. “Who’s Fullmetal? Is that his real name?” His eyebrows creased. “Such a weird name…”

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The colonel let out an exasperated gasp, shutting the door as the youth was pushed from the office. He returned to his desk, beginning to write on the papers. Of course, until another knock came on the door. "Go away."

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He stared at the papers in his hands. “I can help you with those. Do you need some to be filed?” he asked, still smiling.

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"No. I asked you to get out of my office." Mustang sighed, turning the boy around before shoving him out the door. "You're as annoying as Fullmetal."

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“D…Dress?” He looked down at his slightly beat up jeans and hoodie. What was that?

He looked back up at the dark haired man and thought. “Hm… How to explain…”

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"Look, you're either a foreigner or crazy. No teenager walks around in whatever you're wearing, and if you don't know what a dress is, I'm sorry to tell you, you're not very bright. Do you need something, kid?" He was pretty abrupt with Rin, though in his defense, he had a deadline to make, and the oddly dressed child was interrupting.

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He blinked. Were all humans as strange as this man?

“I… I’d just like to get to know you.” He smiled. “I’m rather new to this world, and I need someone to help me out.”

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"If you're looking for a friend, go someplace else. As much as I enjoy your admiration, you are not a pretty young woman in a short dress." Roy sighed, placing the files on his desk. "You don't look like you're from around here. What 'world' are you talking about?"

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A young teen with dark black hair waved. “Hello,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Rin.”

He stared at the small group of people with his deep blue eyes and smiled. “Who are all of you?”

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Mustang continued to look at his papers, paying no mind to the boy. "Colonel Mustang. Do you have business here or are you simply wandering around Central HQ? Unless there's business to take care of, I'd kindly like you to get out of my office."

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“Again.” She repeated the word and looked off to the side, glared at the floor. She flicked at her metal fingers, keeping her mind occupied. “Why’d you leave in the first place.” Her voice was quiet now, and she hated asking. It meant that his leaving had upset her and it shouldn’t have mattered.

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He paused, looking away. In truth, Bradley had ordered him on a classified mission, and he was unable to tell her, as much as he wanted. "I had a death in the family out of the country. I was unable to contact you," he lied, rather well. "I may be going back if they need more help." Roy still refused to apologize.

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“What the hell do you want to know, Mustang?!” She bared her teeth at him, eyes flaring. “Is it gonna make a difference? Or are you gonna pass off whatever I say as childish?” 

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"I want to know why you're hating me, Fullmetal," he spoke calmly, keeping his eyes lowered to the floor. "I was gone for a month, and I come back, now you won't look at me. I know when something's wrong, and I'm not about to leave again without fixing things."

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She didn’t think twice about her next action. Swinging her right arm out, her metal fist connected with his jaw, hard. “And you’re acting like an asshole.”

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He held a hand tenderly to his jaw before his expression hardened once more, pushing Eden back onto the chair. "Are you happy now, Fullmetal?" came the cold, inwardly hurt question. "Will you talk to me?"