#experimentalfma

[burningflamesofhell]

Secret Beloved

A closed RP with @experimentalfma and their muse Maes Hughes.

Signing up for the military hadn't been an easy choice for the young flame alchemist. Especially after everything that had happened before he left. He hadn't wanted to leave his friend on her own but she promised she'd be okay. Little did he know and wouldn't find out until several years later that she'd join as well to watch out for him like he had looked out for her.

Roy was writing a letter to Riza soon after joining the military and enrolling into boot camp. 'Met someone a bit ago, they're kind of a jerk but also encouraging and nice. I know, I know that doesn't make any sense but... Riza I don't know how else to put it.' He let out a sigh in the middle of writing annoyed by the one named Maes Hughes. He really got onto Roy's nerves but there was something about that man that Roy found himself drawn to even if Hughes was pushing him to do better than he thought he could.

Rubbing his face with a hand and a sigh Roy grumbled inwardly at the thought of actually being drawn to the other. Honestly he wasn't even sure why he was so drawn to them, this was a different feeling than how he had felt about Riza. What was this feeling? He wasn't so sure what it was.

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Straining Ear and TattleTale

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Normally, Hughes would greet his daughters with a bright smile and wrap one arm tightly around each of them, but something was different today. He still stopped to greet them, but instead of a hug, he set one hand on each of their heads and gave the girls a conspiratorial smile. "How would you two like to help me out with something?" he asked them with a knowing smile.

Elicia looked between her father and Mary, brow furrowed slightly in confusing. This wasn't how he usually greeted them, but he still seemed happy to see them, so it was probably okay. She nodded back with an innocent smile.

Hughes patted her head and nodded. "Alright, here's what I need you to do. Let's go out to dinner tonight. Just the three of us. You're good at listening, right? I need you to go play by the table I point out to you and listen very carefully to what they're saying. Can you do that? It's like red-light-green-light where you don't want them to catch you doing it. And then you come back and tell me everything you heard. Do you think you can do that?"

Mary was momentarily confused, but it was fine. I mean, he was still smiling, and Elicia didn't too bothered. Maybe this was just like, a special thing! And a special dinner? Yeah! he's treating them!! it's a special occasion! and the game he described...

"Straining Ear and Tattletale! Oh, I've never gotten to be the Ear before... or the Lips! Elicia, we get to be both!!" She knows exactly what he's asking it seems. "And we get a dessert for playing well?" Mary's not bothered by the idea, rather, Just going to try and weasel some sort of sweet treat out of it all too.

[blackstardiopside]

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"Huh, that's interesting. I didn't know people like you existed." She was referencing Greed's remark about being an embodiment of sin. "People think I'm interesting too, being a rock person from space and all" Black Star couldn't help but snicker at her personal remark. "Oh, oooooh! You must have like, super powers right? Like an anime character?!" The Gem would ask excitedly, even though Black Star had abilities herself.

[tsukuharuko]

starter for @experimentalfma

"Haruko! Oh my gosh, look! It's him!"

Momoi, her dorm mate, approached Haruko at the counter of the Coffee Bean. Rush hour had almost ended, with tons of customers coming and going; only a few ones had remained -- her friend, a couple of old people, and a blonde boy busy reading a book. Haruko glanced around; she assumed her friend was probably referring to the latter.

"Him...?"

"Enji Mizu!" Momoi reached over the counter and shook her by the arm, speaking in an excited whisper. "The famous deejay!"

"Ah. Right..." Haruko only had a vague idea of who Enji Mizu was, but Momoi was always on top of the trendiest gossips. She recalled seeing some pictures of the guy in the magazines her friend read during lunch breaks; he was famous for his radio program, and had even started starring in some dramas thanks to his good look.

"It's gotta be him! Have you ever seen any other hafu so blonde and handsome??" Momoi squealed. "Oh, he hasn't ordered yet! Quick, go take his order, so you can ask him!"

"Why me...?"

"It'd be creepy if I did that, wouldn't it??"

Haruko sighed. She wriggled her arm from Momoi's grip and headed towards the boy with nervous steps. While she didn't have a clear idea of who he was, the idea of approaching a celebrity made her anxious nonetheless.

"Hello, uhm... May I take your order?" She asked, fingers nervously looking for the notepad in the pocket of her apron; she found it and put it up, pressing the pen agains the paper while she half-hid her face behind it. "Uh... Excuse me but... Are you Enji Mizu, by any chance...?" She asked in a low stutter.

[wayfaringstrangxr]

Despite the lovely evening, with the last of the sunlight warm on his face, Roy felt a sudden chill down his spine. Was he being watched? Slowly, he tucked his right hand into his pocket, slipping on the ignition glove. At least the streets were mostly empty—he wouldn’t have to hold back too much.

Still, he knew better than to open fire in public. As he turned sharply into the next alley, he was ready to snap at the first thing that moved. But what greeted him wasn’t an enemy—not the one he expected.

"Fullmetal?"

No. Not Edward. Not with that sadistic grin.

Before he could snap his fingers, searing pain lanced through his palm. A blade had pierced his glove, breaking the alchemical circle and pinning his hand to the wall. A brutal punch to his ribs stole his breath and cracked bone.

Fuck. Ed wasn’t this strong.

There was only one explanation.

Not like this... Damn it.

Roy woke gasping, half-hoping he’d been left to rot in the alley. But the darkness, the cold metal biting into his wrists, told him otherwise. Dizziness swam in his skull, and his broken ribs burned with every shallow breath. Then—movement. A glint of light reflecting off glasses.

Something snapped inside him.

His fists clenched. His jaw locked. Pain meant nothing as he lunged forward, grabbing the figure by the collar.

"You bastard! First Ed, and now him? You really think I’m this stupid?" Roy would’ve strangled the life out of this thing if not for the wooden plank forcing his hands apart. "How dare you, you fucking—"

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[lifeofaninstigator]

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Ed took the offer and sat down and grinned. "It has been a long time, though I'm not the Fullmetal Alchemist anymore. Just Ed is fine." As much as he had some found memories of his days back then, there were enough not so good ones tangled in with the rest that had made him want to move on from it as much as possible.

"Most of that sounds boring, though the Ishval stuff is good." He had never been one for paperwork or into politics. "Al told me you were able to make some good headway in restoring Ishval." Ed felt proud of Roy for all the work he was doing even if he himself couldn't handle it. Roy always fascinated him, especially after his accident at Briggs. Ed had seen first hand how skilled of an alchemist Roy had been when Roy took care of the manikin soldiers. All those beautiful flames surrounding him. He had never said as much out of fear of being seen as strange. He hadn't even told Al about it, but the image of that day had never left his mind.

He grinned. "Yeah, it's really nice in Xing. I enjoyed staying there, visiting with Ling. I'm tryin' to learn some of the language. It's sort of like learning alchemy because it's mostly symbol based only harder." Still that wouldn't stop him from trying. "It's a beautiful country. Have you ever been there?" There was so much about Roy Mustang that Ed didn't know. He had never had the time when he was younger, plus given that he worked under Roy that made it difficult to build a personal relationship between them.

But he was curious and wanted to learn more, after all he had the time now between his travels and he was no longer in the military. "I really like traveling around. I think I might go to Aerugo next." Given how there hadn't been much alchemy related things out West, it was low on his list of places to go back to. "Though I wouldn't mind staying in Xing a little longer and learning more about Alkehestry. Al's studying it right now with Mei. He's getting pretty damned good at it too."

[ananthologyofsouls]

Continued from here

Eve winced slightly as she held her hand against her waist, leaning against the wall. Eve looked up at him as she tried to calm her breathing. "......Sort of, it hurts when I move at the waist," she told him. She knew she couldn't use any of her peers as it would look suspicious, especially with the amount of blood she had lost, and for her to be completely fine a bit later, it would be weird and be a cause to ask questions.

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[explosivelotus]

Seven years... Seven long years since his skills, his art had been needed in Ishval... And finally, a chance to use them again. Rogue Alchemists, or so it was claimed, attacking the capital? Oh, it had him absolutely titillated... The thrill of destruction and chaos that echoed through his mind rose into a crescendo, and Solf J. Kimblee couldn't help but breathe out a purr.

"Finally, a time to show my worth..." he crooned to himself, before pausing. Right... They had to give him someone to assist him. Assist meaning babysit... He hated it, being leashed like a rabid dog until the higher ups needed something blown up. He wouldn't complain, if it hadn't been seven years. Slowly, his head turned to look at the man who had been assigned to him. One of Colonel Mustang's troops... Something else to slow him down.

"I hope you're ready, Lieutenant Havoc. I'm quite eager to get this operation underway..."

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