TRIAL BY FIRE

BURN DOWN THE CASTLE GATES.

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maljefe​:

    “I no longer have a husband. There’s just an annoying old man that likes to call me at random hours of the day and pester me for food.”

  It echoes posthumously, over and over,  a chorus of ‘an͡n̡o͢yin̵g̢ ol̕d̡ ҉m̕an’ that played eternally in an eldritch loop - this was fine.     Nothing else had managed it, to defeat the Flame Alchemist and his power-hungry machinations, but here he was, gazing hellbent into the abyss as ‘confused old man’ continued to play.

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maljefe​:

    Leave it to him to act as though she had just drove metallic claws into his side. Honestly, this man was simply too much at times with his dramatic antics! Hands swats away rogue finger that dared tap her nose. “Ho? The famous Colonel Mustang treating me? It must be my lucky night.” 

    With a shake of her head she ignores him, merely walking off, pace slowing just until he was side-by-side with her as they made their way back into the city. “I’ll take the trade. Seems fair to me. I also expect some flowers too. This is practically a date after all.” There’s a teasing tone in her voice, but it’s there for good reason. The Flame Alchemist was much like her. He had the nasty habit of letting his thoughts get to him and drag him down all the while pretending he was okay to the prying eyes around him- ones waiting patiently for him to run himself into the ground. 

    It drove her insane. That was to know one of her oldest and dearest friends was being looked at like he was some sort of beast with no heart. Sure he was an ambitious brat of a man, but he was better to those who followed him and those he protected than anyone else she knew. 

    “How’ve Riza and the rest been? I haven’t had much of an opportunity to keep in touch with them while I was out in West City. Creta has been getting far more aggressive in their attacks on our boarder. More often than not I’m running around trying to throw together groups to go out and fight them off while trying to keep everything glued together since a certain superior of mine would rather go out and flirt with the women nearby than do the job he was given.” Falling into a comfortable pace she lets her body bump against his own, a silent way of merely letting him know that she was there for him. “… It’s been too long since I’ve been here. I’m really glad to be able to spend this time with you, even if the circumstances which brought me here are far from the best.” 

And when the castle gates BURNED to the ground - -

Unending machination, an ability to plan so far ahead that his mind could cause pause to even monsters amongst men - his was a progressive plan, a treacherous journey of violent reform, and an unseen enemy had just SILENCED his voice of reason.     The awareness of such a feat gouging the train-tracks of his mind from the earth and diverting the oncoming carriage straight into hell was unknown, or if Hughes had simply been an unfortunate casualty of war. Either way, he was certain the feral bombshell beside him would understand a viscous intent for vengeance in the face of wild injustice - but making certain was a luxury indulged in while having a good time.

 “H’oh, you really think I wouldn’t give you the full package?           Flowers are necessary for any evening date.    Would you rather I use my trained eye to pick something suitable out,             or did you want to take the reigns?”

There was a pause upon mention of his men, a fraction in time where obsidian irises darkened, and were immediately hidden behind lids as he sighed, an idle shrug indicating uncertainty. (Why, they were committing treason for him, of course - setting up a playing field.) Her presence, the subtle contact, the heat of another body - unconsciously, he was leaning into it, which was unbecoming of one so proud of their power of facade.

     “Hopefully getting some rest.                    With you here, there’s less pressure on them - Ah, here we are.        Drinks or flowers, first, your choice.”

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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maljefe​:

    Always quick to pushing focus away from the elephant in the room. At least it was relieving to see that the fire-flirt was still in there. Had his jokester ways left him she might have been seriously concerned, but as long as he could make wise cracks like this she’d let him be for the time being. 

    Curt nod is given before she gives the pair one final glance her gaze softening into an expression rarely donned by the alchemist. “Dashing might be pushing it, Roy.” Elbow jabs rib as she turns to leave, faint grin overtaking lips as she did so. 

    “I’ll do your damn paperwork when Hell freezes over.” In other words, like Hell she’d do his work for him. “Youse and I are going to sit down and work on our shit just like in the old days. Besides, if Riza sees me doing your work we’ll BOTH get yelled at and the last thing I want to do is irritate her.” Loni respected that woman like no other, and the thought of getting on her nerves wasn’t exactly something she much cared for- especially if it ended up being a certain hot-heads fault. 

    “We don’t need to do much though. I vote we take the evening off. The bastards made me come out here out of the blue. I can’t tell them off, but I sure as Hell can make their lives more difficult by procrastinating on my paperwork. Plus if they say anything I’ll just take the blame. Not like I don’t get my ass handed to me by Major General on a weekly basis… The crusty old bastard. He’s always finding something to complain about.” 

And when the castle gates BURNED to the ground - -

  Always appreciated, one rabid canine to another, that even if he was transparent to some, that she was merciful enough not to dig too deep into the rabbit hole that the tyrannical hellraiser had dug himself into.    He supposed the fondness between them wasn’t exactly optimal, but perhaps their superiors believed he was so thirsty for dominance that calling her in would cause the power-hungry colonel to force a rift between them in his haste to recover face.      To distract him, even - to ensure he would focus solely on his station in lieu of... just about anything else -    - -of course Roy Mustang didn’t have a heart, no real friends,                                                       that brat only cared about getting ahead.  Exaggeration of the finest degree, as he held onto the site of impact, dragging behind momentarily as though the metallic beauty had made an attempt on his life, an almost pained expression as though she was the true villain here, for not immediately agreeing to do all his work for him.

                  “How could that not have worked? Is your heart made of iron too?                                      Disagreeing so fast.. hm! True, you could take the blame and we won’t do any paperwork at all,                               that’s a pretty generous offer, Colonel Valadian.            I’ll have to match it if I want to keep my status as a gentleman.”

He did need a distraction, it seemed - there was a strain in rich bass, a smoldering desperation for something other than the toxic blaze that plagued his thoughts. A cloth-clad fingertip extended, to press lightly against the tip of her nose in a ridiculous gesture of authority.

          “So how about this, we get some drinks, or anything else you feel like, and I’ll pay for the whole excursion - a fair trade for getting yelled at, eh?”

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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yes i literally just got on after a year and a half to write with jazzy hewwo

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maljefe​:

    An invocation they called this- what a joke. What aid was needed from her? Was their faith in Mustang so low they thought he was in need of aid? The man had only recently suffered the loss of his best friend so it was a no brainer he’d be in pain, but to baby him like this? Even Loni felt ashamed to be standing there with him. To her it was like slapping him in the face, but she could only hope he hadn’t a clue why she had been recalled out of the blue as she had. 

    Hand falls upon her fellow colonel’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as they watched the sight before them unfold. 

    Elicia giggles some as a butterfly lands on her head only to make a quick break for her mother, waddling her way over only for the insect to fly off. It left the girl with a tiny pout, but one that barely lasted a minute. Gracia was fast swooping in to cup her daughter’s cheeks in attempt to cheer her up.    She’s trying to hard to be strong, isn’t she?    Loni has to wonder if it’s tiresome, but comes to the conclusion it must be. After all, she was grieving the loss of her husband, but she had to keep it together for Elicia.    Gracia, you’re amazing.

    “Hey Roy, how about we go say hi instead of standing here in the shadows like a couple of creeps. I’m sure they’d enjoy that…” Just as she was sure he would as well. 

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  Unfortunate circumstance was the bullet wound that snapped a tenuous string of fate, and pulled tight the rope around the matchstick tinder that was his hellbent psyche.     It was a shame, really, that he couldn’t enjoy a proper date with the iron bombshell beside him - to catch up on their awful experiences, joke around...a simple, foolish idea of ‘trust’ could have even come to mind.       A stalwart example of just what went wrong when grief met a hope for change, it had been her .. accomplishments, which had spurred the notion that those dumb kids could benefit from chaining themselves to a bigger master.       But the Iron Wolf Alchemist’s presence meant his failure.           That his territory was compromised, after he had been unable to keep a comrade from harm’s way - It wouldn’t have been the first, but it would be THE LAST. HE WOULD ENSURE THAT.       HE WOULD BURN THE WHOLE CASTLE DOWN if that was what it took to smoke the rats out of hiding.  

                 “Oh, I think they’ve seen enough of my face today.    And what do you mean,           how would a guy as dashing as me ever seem creepy?”

Unspoken words, (‘It’s my fault her husband is dead, after all.‘) hidden behind a distant smirk and a dismissive tone, a gloved forefinger and thumb wreathing his own chin as though to emphasize just how genuine and forthright he could look.    

 “We should head back, they’ll want paperwork from both of us,                 and I’m going to have you do mine~.”

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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kindhughes‌:

        “congratulations, lieutenant colonel.”

maes slides over a mug of coffee. time has not been kind to them, particularly to maes. there is much exhaustion hiding behind a bright smile. he’s only just heard the news of roy’s promotion, and he’s aware that he’ll be stationed to the EAST – but maes knows that he will stay behind in CENTRAL. it is his duty to roy, to stay and whisper in the ears of others, to make sure his best friend becomes fuhrer. it’s only been a few months since the war (the GENOCIDE) finally ended. it’s hard to wrap his head around it, but he tries. none would think maes is as affected as he is, but he carries so much doubt and guilt about JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS. they cannot allow this to happen again. no, they will be better. they will do more. they will get to the very top. 

“celebrations are in order.” he says warmly, proud of roy’s progress already. “when do you leave for east command?”

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He had ended it with his own two hands, after all.          ah.. no, that wasn’t quite right, it had only taken one to be personally cursed by an entire civilization, with a single gesture, the culmination of his hard work, dedication, prodigy and ignorant idealism; A dying old man who had done the world no wrong, bidding him a malicious oath before being reduced to ash. The shine of youth had left those dark irises long ago, leaving a calculating, possessive mania in its stead, taking in everything around him as targets of his protective WRATH, or enemies to his pursuit to power.  This was only softened by the sound of that particular pitch, as idle amusement managed to lighten up that tired expression - if it had been anyone else, he may have scoffed or dismissed the offer entirely.

                                       “Hah. Only if you’re paying.”

Instead, he’d lay his head down on the desk where he currently sat, cheek pressed solidly against the paperwork he was idling over, peering forlornly towards the mug as though it was simply out of his reach, being four inches away. He’d balk, if he looked his comrade in the eyes.           I’m sorry, Hughes.                                You’re one of those guys that ought to just go home.                      But I need you to help me change things. 

                   “About a week, you know all the processing involved -           It’s going to be quieter, I suppose, but I hear there are plenty of beauties in East City, so at least I might not be so lonely.”                       

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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if I ask you a bunch of questions and then show u a r e a l good time does that make you 'a grilled hot dog well done'?

                 You are forcibly removed from Central.

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hay baby. Hay baby. HAY baby.

                                     but why.

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cerbinwen‌:

        “ Colonel. ” The handshake was accompanied by a nod of hers. Even through the glove it seemed as if he was radiating heat against the cold skin of her palm, what an odd feeling it was. Also fascinating in some way, she had to admit, her family had made an interesting choice with him as a sacrifice for the transmutation circle. And he did not seem to make as unpredictable decisions as the other one. The small alchemist. What was his name again?

        Her lips formed a smile at the Colonel’s question. Following the handshake the Homunculus would have expected another one, something that regarded their work and thus it caught her as some kind of surprise she had to hide behind that smile of hers. She leaned a little forward to him. “ It depends on my superior’s decision if I have to work until the early morning hours or not. But Colonel, this sounds like an invitation. Are you trying to invite me to something? ” She rested her arms loosely behind her back while lilac eyes regarded the alchemist closely. Humans occasionally would do that, she never refused since she enjoyed the company and their stories even though they were only humans. Also it allowed her to return to the sewers at a later hour, which was most fortunate.

                      Another opportunity to avoid her most obnoxious sibling of all.

And when the gates BURNED to the ground - -

A demeanor refuted with hostility by most around him - obnoxious calls on a secure line, on a first name basis with more beauties than one should ever admit to having contact with - he was a coyote amongst hounds, finding prey far too large for his size, and decimating the opposition with quick, precise calculation.

              A simple method, that almost always bore success.

        “Of course, Major, only if you have the time - -

I was thinking possibly a drink, we haven’t spoken since back then, and I saw a great opportunity, getting transferred to Central.”

It wasn’t as though he was immune to the intricate labyrinth of features spun of ivory silk, or the soothing, lighter tone of feminine escape, he was a man, after all - but his ambitions were far more distracting than a perfect set of lips.  - -She was, in many ways, suspicious.                  Or perhaps simply uncanny - it was difficult to discern. They had both been homicidal heroes of war, murderous weapons slaughtering thousands of innocents, a raging inferno which even the air could not escape, and the frigid heart of winter in which even the heavens could not survive.               Her death toll had been as grim as his own,                                 but she was not as religiously obsessed with death as the Crimson Alchemist, nor did she seem to share his ambition for change.         So... what did that leave?

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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fujxn‌:

   HOW FOREIGN, THESE people who bore the strains of war day in && day out. Deformed in their paranoia, their eyes ever fixed on approaching danger, ignoring every other thing with the strangest of determination. The Xing Emperor, she thinks in the depths of her heart, was wrong to reach out to the Amestrians. They had done nothing to garner their goodwill—conquering && invading && swallowing those around them.

   But to understand the enemy Amestris’s people was to understand the enemy the changes of their neighboring country’s society. The changing tides in politics, the way the winds blew. It is why her Clan answered the Emperor’s call—knowledge was POWER. Still, she does not envy him, the man who comes to meet her, draped authority, lips painted into a mockery of politeness. She meets it with her own stare, her own respectful bow, graceful && challenging all at once. 

   “Greetings, laowai.” A pause, as she lifts her head of silver, fingers twisting in the folds of her clothing. She does not think he wishes for a commentary on the perils of the desert, so she does not give him one, instead nodding. “Lead on.”

And when the gates BURNED to the ground - -

   It behooved them, as a nation, not to bare their fangs too loosely at every neighbor in the vicinity, despite being the supposed largest predator around. As it was, the empire beyond that distant desert was inhospitable enough that there was little reason to seek an advantage over the mysterious country through force - diplomacy, however, was another issue entirely... if it seemed as though Amestria had gained a powerful ally, regardless of the facts, even the great Drachma might balk rather than risk ending a peace treaty.      This frigid beauty before him obviously knew her position as one of great value, the foreign term causing a dark brow to arc for a mere moment before placidity replaced idle intrigue. A test, then - how much did she know about the land she was in? How many times had she visited, and how much influence did she even have at Central?               They had given him no shield in these regards, and all he could do was feign decorum in the meantime - so, a minor test.

A sharp metallic click, removing that glistening symbol of a state-issued machine of war and utilizing it to check the time, for a pointed few moments, before a flourish of blue, silver and gold and polished leather would lead them to a recently refurbished vehicle.

                      “The front, next to me, would be more secure,

         I’m not necessarily worried about assassination attempts, but as no other personnel was appointed, there’s no point in risking it.”

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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cheualier‌:

Ah that was most unfortunate wasn’t it? Normally a sarcastic comment would pop out, but Jean knew how much this kicked at Roy. He shook his head sure he could very easily take on the gunmen but he could not leave Mustang behind, he knew that Roy wouldn’t just leave him behind like that.

Undoing his jacket he pulled out a handkerchief and a pair of gloves, he learnt fast keeping another pair on hand was always the best thing to do. “Don’t be stupid, I ain’t leavin’ ya’ behind.” Jean held out the gloves, “come on…Chief.”

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A brow quirked high above a low hairline, while the other lowered in something akin to puzzlement as he was denied outright in every manner available - the second lieutenant rolling straight over both orders, overriding the circumstance and handing over his source of power in the same breath.            It should have been a frustration, an insubordination - there were few tyrants that enjoyed the prospect of being disobeyed, after all - but as amusement slowly drained the sharpness from his gaze, the alchemist let loose an inglorious sigh, replacing a single glove and storing its brother inside a dry pocket of his uniform.

             “Hey, now - you’re awfully keen on giving me orders while no one’s around,       Second Lieutenant.                       I’m not Fuhrer yet, so it’s not like I was planning on dying.              Just for that, I’m still making you do all the work, don’t disappoint me.”

Without hesitation, with nothing but reckless trust in his comrade’s ability to keep him from being shot despite his abhorrent nature, a toned form was hauled to its soaked boots, waltzing out the door and straight into danger.

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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happy late af new years on my end - old man slept through the fucking new years alarm!!

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exoptabilis‌:

make a deal with the devil scolded by hellfire —–       regardless of what sin she had endured, regardless of his ire & wrath making him a monster in his own right, she finds nothing of importancein the fragile ego of the huntsmen. breathing in the fumes of his hatred, basking in the heat of his arrogance, she would make sure he too, would feel the fire he had made her feel time & time ago. the homunculus, neither supporting the humans or serving father, had the upper hand ; knowledge. the upper hand of deciding whether or not who should falter & waver beneath the pressure of their own hubris.

                           — “you know me so well.                            why ask for forgiveness from someone unwilling to give it?”

arms crossed, relaxed body did nothing to show weakness. she neither feared or scurried away from the fallen fool, masquerading as a king in front of a queen was always a mistake. she moves to offer hand to him, promising him everything & nothing in the same breathe.

“roy mustang, the flame alchemist, i’ve come to make a deal with you. care to spare a moment with the woman you murdered—?”

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Teeth bared as a pearlescent row of graves, a hound choking himself at the chain with his indignant fervor to spill blood - had it been to allow a spirit to rest peacefully, or his own harrowing grief overshadowing a reckless ambition, it had been impossible to tell, as he breathed in the rancid scent of burning flesh over and over and over.            (DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS AGAIN, YOU ARROGANT WITCH.) A low rumble, his pitch almost too low to reach average hearing, forcefully held at bay by the indignation at the prospect she might believe she was anything but a beautiful phantom about to be exorcised from this plane of existence, HOW DARE SHE ACT AS THOUGH SHE HAD THE RIGHT TO FACE HIM AGAIN?

                        “And here I thought you freaks were supposed to be intelligent,             but here you are.”

There was a small cry from that little part of his more reasonable psyche that desperately attempted to piece together the merits of not reducing the entire vicinity to cinders - intel, truth, she wasn’t here to kill him, most likely, at least not right away - their planning had always been entirely too human, and he could always stoop to the mindset of the malicious if need be.        That delicate palm would be left without a partner, as he failed to make a move towards the vivacious wraith.

                       “A moment is all it takes to send you back to hell,            so make it worthwhile - I’m not always so generous, and it would be a lot easier to just capture you and see what it takes to make you talk.    I don’t like being so rough with beautiful women, but fire doesn’t exactly discriminate.”

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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fvllmctal‌:

            ugh he hated meeting mustang in his office. it was so annoying ! all he ever       was yap yap yap, crack a short joke, and maybe even complain about how he       isn’t fuhrer yet. it was just a waste of time.

            ❝ i kinda don’t have the time to waste being in your office. ❞ he stares      right back at the colonel. could this guy even scare him ? he wasn’t entirely        intimidated, but the silence from the man that usually was quick to speak was       enough to unsettle him a bit.

           ❝ can we hurry this up so i can leave now ? i have a pretty interesting       lead waiting for me in south city. ❞ while it wasn’t entirely a timed affair, but       it was some sort of excuse to leave as soon as possible.

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    Sardonic insubordination in spades - it would be an almost refreshing gambit if a burning labyrinth of ambition weren’t his foremost thought. A sigh, hollow, deep and almost forlorn as clothed digits slammed unceremoniously against the polished wood of his desk, hoisting the colonel to his feet in a single, fluid, decisive motion.         He had given this boy a chance to become a weapon, in his despair,                               and he went and made himself a BRIDGE, instead.                  “Fullmetal, listen once in a while, and you might learn something.         I have an assignment, and, for the time being, you’re under my authority.

South city will have to wait, get used to seeing my face, because you’re coming with me.”

An interesting thing, ‘trust’ - was it comprehension of a less jaded state of mind, unused to the scent of burning corpses, or the fact he had seen the boy’s less than humble beginning far too close, that made it necessary for him to involve the kid in his schemes more often than not?

                                                                           - - I saw the KING fall to his knees;;

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fvllmctal‌:

say that again bitch.

     ah, the incessant sound of mosquitoes signals spring is near, everyone - -