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 Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:35 am
 Yes, Ruin made this. Fun with the blur tool. ^^'Please only participate if you... 1. Like LIGHT RoyAi fluffstuff. [Lemons + Gaia = banned] Roy heart Riza. 2. Have read until the current chapter. 3. Are decently litterate. 4. PM me regarding characters, plot or anything OOC, as to avoid cluttering the board. 5. And follow these Guild rules. Thank you! smile Characters: Roy- Pants ` (Stop changing your name, dammit!) Riza- RuingarafHughes Armstrong (both) Kimblee Marcoh Optional characters: Grand Fessler After these are taken, I might let some people have their own characters in the RP. But just a few, and only because the cast needs to be a bit bigger. And they'll have to be extremely well-made, by good, litterate people. No Mary-Sues in here. And I would appreciate it if they didn't openly flirt with Roy if they were female officers... they have more discipline than that. Acually, at least one of the extras must be a male. I don't want three female officers. We're going by the Manga storyline, meaning that Riza joined the military with Roy, and they have known each other for a long time. Yada yada. Basically explore day-to-day military life.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:15 pm
*pulls out big stamp of DOOM!*
APPROVED! Have fun RPing!
Sincerely,
littledemonpixie (Guild Captain)
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:49 am
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Six bullets were fired off in quick sucession. Red eyes were solidly fixed on each, to the point that the shooter's concentration was palpable in the night air.
KRK! KRK! KRK! KRK! KRK! KRK!
Six bullets hit the bullseye circle in the target, one dead center, three near the center, and two off to the left side.
CHIK-CHRK! The gun was reloaded in a fraction of a second, as six more rounds left the barrel.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
KRK! KRK! KRK! KRK! KRK! KRK!
The sharpshooter cursed under her breath, two has missed the center ring. She pushed herself up on her stiff legs from where she had been crouching, and clicked the saftey on her rifle.
"Range is down." It was not nessicary to say anything, for she was the only one shooting at this hour, but she voiced this familar line out of habbit. She spoke in a cool voice, and although the soldier trid to hide the weariness in her tone, it was evident that she was quite overtired. As were most of the soldiers in this hellhole called Ishbal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 2:22 pm
SNAP!
The battlefield was lit up quickly as the Flame himself walked out, eyes covered by his hair. Many of the red-eyed Ishballan's began to flee only to be burned down. Walking out of the smoke calmly, Mustang inhaled and smelt the decay, blood, bullets, and fire in the air, mixed with sweat, tears, and dirt. By now, he should have been used to it.
Crunch... crunch... crunch...
Boots moving out of that battlefield, they kicked up dirt and some blood-covered bones, along with a few other articles unknown to him. His top priority was to finish this off soon.
He was tired.
Tired of the war, tired of suffering. Wasn't the State supposed to be looking for the well-being of others? This was foolish...
Ears alert, Roy heard some footsteps approaching, and his eyes darted over, filled with no emotion and weariness, though his insides were on fire from all this pain we was bringing about. An Ishbalan was running at him with one of the rifles a soldier had left behind.
Poor kid. Probably only about 16, and here he was; about to die by fire.
In one snap of his fingers, Mustang had set the poor boy on fire and burned his flesh, seeing him drop dead. Watching him for a few moments, he quickly started to walk away, his back turned on the body.
Just when would this war end?
Walking through the city, Roy couldn't help but wonder where this was all going. This had evolved into something that wouldn't end the hatred. It would only build up until the whole foundation of mankind would fall to it's knees. Remaining silent as he walked, a small sigh came from past his chapped lips. He doubted it would end anytime soon.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 5:10 am
Cadet Hawkeye leaned against a wooden post in the shooting range. Mustang-san's party was supposed to have been back an hour ago. With a sigh, she wondered if there had been unforseen resistance.
Regardless of the time the party came back, she would be awake. Waiting.
Why? She didn't really know. Perhaps, somwhere in her mind, she believed that the reason that he came back safely was because she waited for him. It was foolish, and she knew it. He returned because he killed the enemy before they could kill him. But this was all she could do to protect the closest thing to family she had. She cursed herself for this, she wanted to be in his unit, fighting alongside him, protecting his back.
Hawkeye leaned her head against the post and shut her eyes with a sigh. The higher-ups would be passing out food in a few minutes. The two pieces of hardtack or very stale bread (she could never figure out which one it was) would give her more stregenth. She swore that the higher-ups had figured out exactly how much a human was required to eat daily to stay alive, and gave them exactly that. She took a swig of her canteen and rubbed her eyes. Then, she wearily unclicked the saftey on her pistol, and took aim.
"Range is up."
And with that, she opened fire.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:46 am
Hands at his side, the weary man continued to walk on through smoke and dust alike, his right hand and left both posed to prepare to snap at any moments notice. For a while his eyes were hidden by his hair but soon afterwards he looked up and they had no kindness in them, or if they did,little kindness. This was war. There was no time for such. His eyes were those of a killed. Those filled with a determination matched by only a few.
Mustang knew he was dawning on Cadet Hawkeye's position soon enough, but there was plenty battlefield left. Looking up, he could clearly see his destination. And with that in mind he sped up oh so slightly. He didn't want her in this war; he'd much prefer her safe at home. He was still surprised she took his little advice and joined the military.
Maybe it was a fault, asking her to join at that time.
"Hmf." He noticed a few Ishbalan's running at him and he simply looked at them and squinted, raising his hand and walking onwards, snapping two times and not even bothering to watch them burn right before him. He'd seen enough death for a few moments; why bother watching the enemy suffer? He knew they were as good as dead from the moment he snapped his fingers. A human can only handle so much death before one can go insane from it. He knew it would take a lot to bring him down though deep inside Roy knew that if he didn't start looking away as he burned people he'd go insane.
Hell, maybe he already was.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:49 pm
After several more rounds of fire, glazed fire-bright eyes shut with an exasperated sigh. She let loose a jaw-cracking yawn and streached, making several loud cracking and popping sounds as her bones and ligaments strained with the effort. The men (speaking figuratively, of course, there were a few women in the comapny) got about as much sleep as they did food- barely enough to keep them alive. She shook her head and rolled her shoulders, then opened her eyes. She was a soldier, she reminded herself for the thousandth time. A warrior for the greater good, one who sacrificed and bloodied their own hands so future generations could be innocent and free of the taint of war.
Her boyish golden hair ruffled in the breeze as she turned toward the horizon where the sun was rapidly sinking below the horizon.
A host of dark silluhetes stood on a hill, illuminated by the blood-red dusk. Many coats ruffled in the wind, and she at once recognized the figure with the peculiar stance, both hands raised and weaponless, poised as if to snap fingers.
She couldn't help smiling slightly. Her commander was back. The one she would protect at all costs, even her own life. The one she would follow anywhere and serve without question.
Major Roy Mustang.
Hawkeye clicked the safty of her gun back on, and half-ran out of the shooting range, eager to greet her commander.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 6:00 pm
A deep sigh escaped past his chapped lips as he walked on, never ceasing his pace. It would seem that the enemy was gone, for now. This area for a few moments in time would be safe. He was worn out, torn apart inside from all this pain and suffering. If only he could put an end to all of this right then. Maybe then he and his fellow officers could go back to papers and the easy work. But since when was being a dog so easy as just to have some papers and nothing else? The point of the military was to look out for the people and improve their lives. But all they were doing was killing endlessly. Was that helping at all in any way?
All this depression was soon slightly lifted when he looked up, his once almost unemotionless eyes opening up more to see that familiar woman with her hazel eyes and her golden locks coming to greet him. The same woman he had known since he was under her father, and the same person who was the only one, besides Maes of course, that he could trust without any hesitation and doubt.
His fingers finally slipped to a normal hand position since, for the time, everyone was out of harms way. There were some officers positioned around the post so they could take a break. Hawkeye was one of the few people he could spill his worries to off the battegrounds. Then he did something he had done so long ago it seemed ages.
He smiled.
It was a slight smile, but one nonetheless. It seemed he could never smile in such a war as this but something about her just filled him with such a happiness and relief that he didn't know where to start explaining. A soft sigh came from him with the sense that she was safe, and he was satisfied with that. She seemed unharmed and unscratched, and if she wasn't he'd be concerned. Of course he would.
He himself got a small scratch on his forehead, though it was more than a scratch; an Ishballan had managed to toss a knife which collided with his right temple and it bled even still, though it wasn't that deep of a mark. Mustang managed to ignore it for most of the time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 5:57 pm
She half-ran to stand in front of him, all traces of a smile gone, save for a slight sparkle in her eyes. The woman snapped a crisp salute. "Cadet Riza Hawkeye reporting, sir." She caught his eye as she said this, subtly relieved that the has not sustained severe injury. Her gaze trailed to the gash on his forehead, and a slight frown crossed her carefully guarded expression. The cadet recognized it as a knife wound. Fresh. The weapon had been thrown, not stabbed. She watched blood trickle slowly from it, knowing she could do nothing until he let her be at ease.
The cadet stood rock-still, awaiting orders, and seemingly ignoring the fact that few officers were so dedicated as she, never letting him out of her sight if possible, as if somthing might happen to him. In fact, no others would use their spare time as she did- most spent it trying to gain back much-needed rest. The wind whipped and sand flew in a sudden flurry from her left. Her only response was to crinkle her left eye in a vain attempt to keep sand out of it.
Still she watched the blood trickle, with a slight frown on her face.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:46 am
Raising his hand up in a tight salute in return, he let his hand trail back down to his side, looking at her with his deep eyes. "At ease." As the gust of wind blew through the area, he too squinted in one eye, ignoring the bit of sand that had nonetheless entered. His eyes looked left and right quickly before he let his voice say to her softly, "Let's get out of here." They were both on the battlefield anyway, so getting to shelter quickly was the wisest course of action at the current moment.
Of course, Roy had noticed her looking at his temple where the wound was. He had no reason to worry; it hardly hurt unless sand or something was caught inside the wound. Then it stung. But he had seen far worse injury on the battlefield on his comrades. His allies. His friends. They were sometimes crying out because of the pain of another human's blood on your hands, or just the pain of an injury.
Whatever it was, he'd stay strong.
He just had to.
Looking to the cadet, he nodded and started to walk, listening to the crunching of his boots on the gravel. His hands were still posed to attack until they were both out of this hellhole battlefront and into a safe place. He couldn't let his guard down. Both his, and one of his closest friend's lives were on the line.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 7:56 am
A relieved half-smile crossed her face as she relaxed the rigid salute and followed her commander back to camp, one hand on her gun in case of ambush. However, she failed to peel her eyes away from the bleeding cut. She wasn't at all the type to play nurse, especially not to her sometimes [or usually] mule-headed commanding officer. She usually chucked the injured party a roll of bandages and cooly informed him that he shouldn't get hit next time, as the bandage supply was running dangerously low.
Still, she watched the blood with slight worry. He seemed to be ignoring it, as it was dripping near his eye.
After another few minutes of walking, her patience snapped. With a frustrated sigh, she spoke. "Sir, stop that bleeding on your forehead. You won't have enough blood when you really need it if you carry on that way." With a soft unwomanly snort, she averted her eyes and kept walking in the direction of her commander's tent.
It was one of the few ways the ice-cold soldier expressed concern.
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