Post by Roy Mustang on Aug 15, 2012 18:41:17 GMT -6
U-uh, Excuse me, kupo? What's your name, kupo?
The man halted in midstep, and blinked down at the curious creature. “Well now, this is a surprise. Most people here have hardly spared me a glance. It’s Roy. Roy Mustang.”
Is that what everyone calls you, kupo?
He lifted one thin eyebrow with a slight smirk. “Well, aren’t you thorough.” He shrugged lightly in resignation. “All right, if that’s how you want it, guess I’ll have to be more thorough too. Most people would refer to me as a dog of the military. My subordinates call me Chief. I made a name for myself as the Hero of Isvhal. But my full title-” He turned to the curious creature, “Is Colonel Roy Mustang of the Amestrian State Military. You might know me better-” he faced the curious creature completely, hand in one pocket and holding a black briefcase as he unconsciously straightened, tall and proud, “-as the Flame Alchemist.”
That's a great name for a girl, kupo! You... are a girl, aren't you, kupo?
And then he buckled as he gaped, shocked that his declaration’s receiving was so… lackluster. “Wait, what? You can’t be serious! Just what part of me looks even remotely female? I tell you my name is Roy and you somehow confuse me for a girl? Just what the hell are you implying?”
O-of course! I was just... messing around, kupo! Ahem. Anyway, kupo. Uh. How old are you, kupo?
His brow twitched as he leered at the bizarre “kupo” creature for another few moments, before straightening. “I’m thirty, if you must know.”
Really? Everyone lately seems to be strange, kupo... so... no offense...but what species are you, kupo?
“Species?” He lifted a brow again, this time in slight confusion. He took a quick glance, and realized they were alone. The whole thing suddenly felt a tad bit… suspicious. “I’m guessing that means this place has seen its fair share of other life forms. I can assure you I’m human.” He looked back at the kupo creature. “Though I’m not sure how I’d be able to prove such a thing to you.”
I knew that... It's just this light in here, kupo... my eyes can't focus... what do you look like, kupo?
“Well, not to blow my own horn or anything,” His fingers grazed his forehead, before he flicked his fingers, letting his raven hair catch the light. “But I am quite a catch, if I do say so myself.”
A crisp, three piece suit with the usual dark colors he favored. While not the best for travel, he preferred the sharp appearance of this attire. A black overcoat kept out the nighttime chill, and added a touch of elegance to the ensemble. With polished black shoes and his signature white dress gloves, he looked every bit a gentleman.
“Granted, this isn’t what I usually wear,” he shrugged lightly. “My usual clothes are put away at the moment.”
Folded and tucked away in the black briefcase held by his side, for when he was ready to take action.
I-interesting...Which world is your home, kupo?
World? What a strange way to describe it. Hell it was practically.... true. Roy looked to the kupo in a new light. “Well, it’s hard to say where my home actually is. I haven't been able to find even a trace of it's location. But Amestris, is my home.”
I see... That's an interesting looking weapon, kupo. What do you call it, kupo?
“Weapon? Well, looks like you have quite the eye.” He brought out his hand from his pocket, holding the red insignia on his white glove to the light.
“My glove is made of pyrotex, a special ignition cloth. If I rub it together at a high speed-“ he snapped his fingers, a tiny flame erupted from his pointer finger, before flickering out. “It creates a spark, allowing me the ability to live up to my name. Of course, it wouldn't do much without the transmutation circle you see here. I wouldn't usually wear it with civilian clothes like this,” he admitted as he lowered it again. "But I've been a little on edge lately."
Cool! Do you know any attacks, kupo?
“You doubt my title as a state alchemist?” Despite the question in his words, the man’s voice and expression were more amused than anything. “I didn’t pass my certification for nothing, you know. It's definitely not as easy as it looks, either. The alchemy involved is actually a three step process, condensed in a single instant of action." he set his brief case down and pointed to his glove. "The transmutation circles on these aren't actually for flame manipulation, but for control of the air and oxygen density. For example, if I activate with without connecting to the spark-"
He aimed at the kupo creature, and snapped his fingers. Instantly the poor little creature swooned and wobbled to the floor, holding it's head with it's tiny arms.
"Then my opponent would just suffer from oxygen toxicity." He smiled good naturedly. "High oxygen concentration is imperative to fuel a fire, but a little dangerous to a person after prolonged exposure. Don't worry, it will pass, the most that will happen is a little nausea. The air current doesn't allow it to remain for more than a moment. So really, I use alchemy to manipulate the molecular structure of the air around my target. At the same time, I need to create similarly dense, but very narrow oxygen pathways that connect to the spark I create, so that my attack can go right where I need it. So I have to have very good aim and control. Target your opponent, pave the path, and ignite the spark, and there you have it, the flame-based attack form I earned my title with. Don't worry, I won't give any more demonstrations."
The little kupo creature rose back up to hover, as Roy went through each of his attacks.
Weak Fire- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- one post]
A basic attack that is simple surface damage on the skin. At most it does second degree burns and catches clothes on fire. It may not do damage, but still hurts like hell. A long distance attack that poses little danger to the attacker or surrounding bystanders.
Engulfing Flame- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- three post]
A powerful flame that encompasses an individual and burns through a normal person's skin, giving third degree burns and worse. A mid range attack that is difficult to keep precision and control from too far away.
Deadly Spire- [Duration- two post, Cooldown- five posts]
A pillar of fire nearly two stories high. This attack is best for long range because of the risk it poses to people close by. However, it must be used in moderation, because of the level of oxygen density required, and the resulting turbulence from the heat exuded by the flame. As a result, two of these attacks must be at a far range, or risk the flame getting out of control, if they catch fire to anything around them.
Small explosion- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- one post]
A sphere of oxygen that is tiny and dense enough to explode from spark ignition. Works best as a small shockwave to throw opponents off course or off their feet. Long distance, or mid-range, since he is prepared for the strike and can brace himself.
Demolition- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- five posts]
An extension of the Small Explosion, Mustang can create a bomb within a structure, or weapon, the only condition that there must be in opening with which his spark can travel. In the case of a building, he can create an explosion strong enough to break the infrastructure, except that this attack requires so much concentration and alchemic energy that he needs breaks between the attempts.
Transmutation circle [Duration- two posts Cooldown- Two posts]
Mustang's knowledge of the fundamentals of alchemy give him the ability to manually draw a transmutation circle, and manipulate the surrounding materials into any form he sees fit. Though he would prefer to never use this in combat, and has never even needed to attempt it in a high-stress situation. Not to mention the energy needed to manipulate physical matter is more extensive, and would exhaust him at a quicker rate, since it is vastly different than what he's used to.
Pinpoint Aiming [Duration- One post, Cooldown- one post]
Roy Mustang can also aim at a tiny target, with a very small flame or explosion. When aimed at a specific body part, this can cause agonizing and torturous pain. He only does this with his left hand.
Path of Destruction [Set up- Two posts, Duration- two posts, Cooldown- five posts]
Against a multitude of lesser opponents, Roy Mustang can create a path of wildfire that consumes any in it's path. The problem is he must be able to calculate the location of his enemies and his allies from one spot for a whole post before unleashing the attack. He needs the cover of allies close by, or a close by vantage point out of reach from the enemy. He can control the pathway to travel through the hordes of enemies and around his allies, unless someone moves in the exact instant he snaps his fingers.
Roy shrugged. "Well, I do tend to adapt my strategies for the battle, but this is the basic set of my arsenal. I do know hand to hand combat as well, though I still prefer keeping a considerable distance between me and my opponent." He smiled a bit. "Safety precaution, of course."
That's not bad, kupo..! Can you tell me anything about your past, kupo?
"Well..." he held his chin as he looked up in thought. "I suppose I could tell you a thing or two. But you'll have to forgive me if I leave out a few details. Mind if I have a seat?"
Outside the shop was a bench for a weary passerby, and Roy took advantage of the placement. He eased down, and crossed his ankle over his knee as he leaned back casually against the back of the seat.
"Well, to start, I was born in 1885. There was an epidemic that swept the country, and unfortunately I lost my parents to illness. Luckily, I was taken in by my relative, and I definitely acquired my taste of attire from her. Growing up I developed an interest in alchemy, so I became an apprentice to master alchemist Berthold Hawkeye." One corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes were heavy. "That was the start of my ideals, I suppose. To me, an alchemist was a pillar of knowledge and strength, one that could be used to help the people. But it was because of those ideals that made me enroll in the military academy. Master Hawkeye wasn't too happy about it, but I thought he was overreacting. That's how it is though, isn't it? The youth always fail to heed the warnings of the elderly, before it's too late."
He draped his arm over the back of the bench. "Well, those years at the academy weren't easy, to say the least. I pushed myself harder than I had ever before in my life. I wish I could say it was my own impressive drive, but that's hardly the case. I owe it to an upperclassman of mine. We got off to a bad start, and let's just say I didn't like the crowd of people he was associated with. After that I was determined to show him up in almost everything. " He held up his fingers and counted it off. "Obstacle courses, marksmanship, strategics... even the lunch line." His lips quirked in a humorless smile. "We accelerated so much in our classes it wasn't even funny. I'm pretty sure I can speak for him as well when I say that we both really hated each other, and would have liked nothing better than to punch each other's lights out. Heck, the only reason we're even talking now is because of-"
Heathcliff. Roy Mustang froze, his eyes distant and unfocused as his mind conjured the image of a red-eyed, dark skinned, white haired and burly looking man, looking up at him, leering silently in challenge, to just try to pity him. The state alchemist, hero of Ishval was silent for a few long moments as his mouth went dry and he suddenly felt sick.
"Because of... an Ishvalan, that had enrolled in the academy." He looked down, keeping his eyes on his lap. "At the time, Ishval had already been annexed by Amestrias, so they should have been accepted as citizens. But there were some people who still couldn't grasp that concept. The upperclassman had been giving him trouble. I had seen it happen before. And this time I got so angry, I got into a brawl. One against three. I would have been in serious trouble, if that upperclassman I told you about hadn't come along. When he had his gun, I thought for sure he was going to try to shoot me. I dared him to try. but he turned on his own friends. Apparently, he felt the same about it I did." The corners of his mouth lifted. "That's the only time I ever got to fight alongside him for a worthy cause.
"When the fight was over, we talked about our dreams and why we had enrolled in the military in the first place. After that, we became good friends. Me, Maes, and Heathcliff. We all still competed against each other, of course, but at least this time there was no bloodlust." He rested his head on his fist as he looked out into the empty buildings. "It's funny. At the time, we couldn't wait to get out of there, and show the world what we could do. Now I would give anything to have those days back."
"When I got out of the academy, I went back to Master Hawkeye. I tried to convince him to teach me flame alchemy, which he had perfected while I was away. But he was very sick. I tried to convince him to become a state alchemist so he could get funds for his research and his health. He hated that I had become a dog of the military, and refused to teach me anything. But he did ask me to take care of his daughter, just before he died in my arms that day."
His demeanor changed suddenly as he grinned. "Well, it just so happened his young daughter was in possession of the very research I had been looking for. And thankfully, she was no exception to my magnetic personality. After a bit of sweet talking, she handed them over without a problem."
Sweet words. Ha. More like the ramblings of a naive idealist. Even if he meant every word, it did not change the fact that the first thing he ever did with the precious research was slaughter. Betrayed her trust in one of the worst ways imaginable. But he couldn't very well change that. He had tried to keep up his demeanor, but his smile could not remain, not when the images of the war kept coming back to him.
"We didn't get he chance to go after our dreams right away, like we wanted. Not when the civil war escalated and stole away our attention. And I was dragged into it. Executive order thirty sixty-six. The official order to initiate the Ishvalan War of Extermination. We were meant "to purge the land of the Ishvalan people, through any means necessary". And state alchemists were the final piece to turning the tides of the war. Many of us changed, during that war."
Roy? Roy Mustang?
"There was only one time I fell from enemy fire."
Heathcliff Arb...
"But luck was on my side."
How could you?
"My rank as a state Alchemist saved me."
The sound of a gun shot banged through the air.
"But I still decided that things needed to change. So once it was over, I vowed that I would reach the top and become Fuhrur of Amestris. I would climb the ranks and make the changes this country needed. Just like he had wanted." He brought his hands together and laced them in his lap again. "I burned the only copy of the research of flame alchemy. After that, I was assigned to East Area Headquarters, where I met General Grumman. I guess he must have seen something in me, because he wasn't opposed to teaching me everything he could. I owe him a great deal. It was only because of his teachings that I managed to rise through the ranks as quickly as I did, and form the team that I have now. I was very careful to select people I could trust to work under me." Hawkeye was the first. And along the way he collected each individual, only after careful consideration of their skills and talents, brought together to create his team. Fuery, his pawn, Falman, his bishop, Havoc, his knight, Breda, his rook, and of course Hawkeye, his queen. "And went to climbing the ranks, to get to where you see me now. It hasn't been an easy road, but I still fully intend to get there. There have been a lot of upheavals recently that make me think the day is a lot closer than I realized."
And to think, it all had started with chasing a legend. Of course everything about this legend was so much more frighteningly real than he could have imagined. And as much as he hated to admit it, it was all thanks to the Fullmetal Alchemist. One new discovery after the other, spiraling down into hell. Of course, he'd been through hell before. This was something else entirely. Something he could only call Armageddon.
"Unfortunately, I don't have all my men with me. Most of them were spread out, taken from under my command. But several others and myself were going to take action anyway. There is something very dangerous that's been going on my country, something that will cost thousands- if not, over a million lives. And we were supposed to stop that. The last time I saw my men, we were about to begin a siege to take back our country. The night before the Promised Day. But something happened, that night. A new foe that we had never predicted, that we didn't even know existed, destroyed everything we had. That evening, before we even had the chance to carry out our plans, my world was over run by what I can only call living shadows. And here I am." He straightened and looked over to the kupo creature. "I knew I couldn't be dead, but I know now I'm definitely not near my home."
Hmm... well, could you tell me what kind of person you are, kupo?
"Well, I think it goes without saying that I'm very hard working, considering my current rank. I believe that true hard work and dedication are imperative to helping a man build character. And as the colonel, I make sure my subordinates receive this benefit at any given chance." After all, how else was he supposed to accomplish anything important if he was burdened with all the menial tasks? Best to let the others benefit from it better than he. "In that light, I like to think of myself as a very generous man. I'm not above pulling a few strings if it means managing a favor for a comrade." Favors led to more favors, and it was always favorable to stay in people's good favor. His voice became stern and commanding. "However, I am in no means compliant. Proper discipline is integral. I didn't receive my rank at my age for nothing, you know. And I certainly don't plan to stop there. I intend to keep climbing the ladder until I reach the very top."
He smiled helplessly. "But, I know no man is without his faults, and I'm no exception. With all my success, my good looks, my charisma, and my skills, I tend to stir a bit of jealousy among the ranks. Well, It's not like I can help it. After all, I am a bit of a catch." Those women just could not help but trip over themselves to get to him. Was that any fault of his? He was merely someone who followed his whims. He had learned a few tricks over the years, but it was all integral to his true character as a gentleman.
"But, jealousy notwithstanding, I am a people person. What can I say, I'm easy to get along with."
He had gotten very good at his personable personality. Someone easy to talk to, easy to trust. Or, someone people did not usually look to as a threat. It was what allowed him to observe others undetected, and carefully turn others in the direction he wanted them to go, without them being any wiser.
...Oh, kupo... Then... what side do you fight for, kupo?[/color][/b]
"I fight for the people," he answered easily. "My job is to ensure the safety of the citizens, no matter the cost."
I don't mean to seem like I'm prying, but what dreams and aspirations do you have, kupo?
"I would think that'd be an obvious one." He folded his hands over his knee, and smiled lightly, but his eyes were sharp. "I intend to keep climbing the ranks of the military. Our current system of government is in need of change, and I won't be able to make those changes until I reach the top. I'll do whatever it takes to become Furhur of Amestris. And when I do, I'll reestablish the government power, and I'll have all the previous acts of the military face the consequences of their actions. But before any of that, I will fulfill a promise I made to my subordinates. Because I swore to them, that the moment I become Fuhrur," he clenched his hands striking a daring, heroic pose as he cried out his valor to the heavens. "I would make every female officer wear tiny miniskirts!"
Ah, that makes sense, kupo... sorta... well, what do you like, kupo?
"I like to consider myself a simple man with simple pleasures." he slipped back into place on the bench, nary a hair out of place as he smoothed out his voice and character. "A fine drink, the company of a lovely woman... I believe that's all any man could really ask for. The occasional fishing trip does wonders to free the mind. I do enjoy a good game of chess. Not to mention," he smiled suddenly. "I love dogs! They are loyal, obedient, faithful to their master without a single thought of betrayal, and they'll never complain about your abuse- in fact, they'll keep coming back to you for more without demanding a paycheck! They are the perfect model of a good soldier, one that everyone should follow!"
Me too! Then, what do you dislike, kupo?
"Hmph," he leaned back with a sour look on his face. "I don't appreciate my men loading me with the mountain of work they somehow think I'm capable of. One man can only do so much, after all." His brow twitched. "Slavedrivers, the lot of them."
He was quiet for a while, before finally saying. "I don't like following orders that don't sit well with me. It's my duty to follow my superior officers without question, which is exactly why I'm on this campaign in the first place. I just don't like that I'm not getting there fast enough."
I'll remember that... what's your weakness, kupo?
He was quiet again, for a long while, actually. He pointedly refused to look at the kupo creature, his lips tight.
"Well, as I'm sure you've already guessed," he started out slowly, "my fighting style is entirely flame based. Which means, high humidity makes things rather difficult." his finger tapped impatiently on his arm. "But only high enough humidity to almost completely soak the atmosphere, such as those rare rainy days. That does not mean however that I am useless on those days!" He hit the back of the bench. "I've come out on top before despite those odds!"
That was his obvious weakness, at least. He did not know about the crack in his armor, the breech in his heart. He did not realize that the murder of his best friend had planted a dark seed in his heart, one which threatened to consume him for the thirst of vengeance.
No, he did not know that yet, for he still had yet to find the attacker that killed Maes Hughes.
N-not that I'd ever attempt to use that against you or anything, kupo...! Er... next question! W-what is your strength, kupo?
"My strength?"
To be perfectly honest with himself, he would say it was his ability to determine a situation, and use every aspect to his advantage. His resourcefulness, and ability to improvise under pressure. It had saved his life, and what made him a good soldier. Not to mention the ability to keep his agenda firmly under wraps.
He smiled, resting his chin on his fist. "Chess."
I never would have guessed, kupo! So, tell me, kupo.. What's the secret password, kupo?
"Thought so." His eyes narrowed, his smile never wavering. "You're all they say and more, Moogle. You had me going there for a while." He straightened, and reached down in the pocket of his coat. "Can't say I'm too surprised. They wouldn't have recruited you without good reason." He brought out a silver pocket watch, with a fancy official emblem, that was pierced and warped by a bullet-shaped dent. "You're definitely good at what you do." He clicked it open, and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it over between his two fingers. "I believe this is what you're looking for."
Scrawled in the middle of the paper in clear hand writing, was Keyblade.
"Now then," he shut the pocket watch and put it back in his coat, looking to the moogle seriously. "Why don't you tell me exactly what's been going on around here?"
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Ah, well I am afraid I must go, kupo. One last question before I do, kupo. How did you find your way here, kupo?
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The man halted in midstep, and blinked down at the curious creature. “Well now, this is a surprise. Most people here have hardly spared me a glance. It’s Roy. Roy Mustang.”
Is that what everyone calls you, kupo?
He lifted one thin eyebrow with a slight smirk. “Well, aren’t you thorough.” He shrugged lightly in resignation. “All right, if that’s how you want it, guess I’ll have to be more thorough too. Most people would refer to me as a dog of the military. My subordinates call me Chief. I made a name for myself as the Hero of Isvhal. But my full title-” He turned to the curious creature, “Is Colonel Roy Mustang of the Amestrian State Military. You might know me better-” he faced the curious creature completely, hand in one pocket and holding a black briefcase as he unconsciously straightened, tall and proud, “-as the Flame Alchemist.”
That's a great name for a girl, kupo! You... are a girl, aren't you, kupo?
And then he buckled as he gaped, shocked that his declaration’s receiving was so… lackluster. “Wait, what? You can’t be serious! Just what part of me looks even remotely female? I tell you my name is Roy and you somehow confuse me for a girl? Just what the hell are you implying?”
O-of course! I was just... messing around, kupo! Ahem. Anyway, kupo. Uh. How old are you, kupo?
His brow twitched as he leered at the bizarre “kupo” creature for another few moments, before straightening. “I’m thirty, if you must know.”
Really? Everyone lately seems to be strange, kupo... so... no offense...but what species are you, kupo?
“Species?” He lifted a brow again, this time in slight confusion. He took a quick glance, and realized they were alone. The whole thing suddenly felt a tad bit… suspicious. “I’m guessing that means this place has seen its fair share of other life forms. I can assure you I’m human.” He looked back at the kupo creature. “Though I’m not sure how I’d be able to prove such a thing to you.”
I knew that... It's just this light in here, kupo... my eyes can't focus... what do you look like, kupo?
“Well, not to blow my own horn or anything,” His fingers grazed his forehead, before he flicked his fingers, letting his raven hair catch the light. “But I am quite a catch, if I do say so myself.”
A crisp, three piece suit with the usual dark colors he favored. While not the best for travel, he preferred the sharp appearance of this attire. A black overcoat kept out the nighttime chill, and added a touch of elegance to the ensemble. With polished black shoes and his signature white dress gloves, he looked every bit a gentleman.
“Granted, this isn’t what I usually wear,” he shrugged lightly. “My usual clothes are put away at the moment.”
Folded and tucked away in the black briefcase held by his side, for when he was ready to take action.
I-interesting...Which world is your home, kupo?
World? What a strange way to describe it. Hell it was practically.... true. Roy looked to the kupo in a new light. “Well, it’s hard to say where my home actually is. I haven't been able to find even a trace of it's location. But Amestris, is my home.”
I see... That's an interesting looking weapon, kupo. What do you call it, kupo?
“Weapon? Well, looks like you have quite the eye.” He brought out his hand from his pocket, holding the red insignia on his white glove to the light.
“My glove is made of pyrotex, a special ignition cloth. If I rub it together at a high speed-“ he snapped his fingers, a tiny flame erupted from his pointer finger, before flickering out. “It creates a spark, allowing me the ability to live up to my name. Of course, it wouldn't do much without the transmutation circle you see here. I wouldn't usually wear it with civilian clothes like this,” he admitted as he lowered it again. "But I've been a little on edge lately."
Cool! Do you know any attacks, kupo?
“You doubt my title as a state alchemist?” Despite the question in his words, the man’s voice and expression were more amused than anything. “I didn’t pass my certification for nothing, you know. It's definitely not as easy as it looks, either. The alchemy involved is actually a three step process, condensed in a single instant of action." he set his brief case down and pointed to his glove. "The transmutation circles on these aren't actually for flame manipulation, but for control of the air and oxygen density. For example, if I activate with without connecting to the spark-"
He aimed at the kupo creature, and snapped his fingers. Instantly the poor little creature swooned and wobbled to the floor, holding it's head with it's tiny arms.
"Then my opponent would just suffer from oxygen toxicity." He smiled good naturedly. "High oxygen concentration is imperative to fuel a fire, but a little dangerous to a person after prolonged exposure. Don't worry, it will pass, the most that will happen is a little nausea. The air current doesn't allow it to remain for more than a moment. So really, I use alchemy to manipulate the molecular structure of the air around my target. At the same time, I need to create similarly dense, but very narrow oxygen pathways that connect to the spark I create, so that my attack can go right where I need it. So I have to have very good aim and control. Target your opponent, pave the path, and ignite the spark, and there you have it, the flame-based attack form I earned my title with. Don't worry, I won't give any more demonstrations."
The little kupo creature rose back up to hover, as Roy went through each of his attacks.
Weak Fire- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- one post]
A basic attack that is simple surface damage on the skin. At most it does second degree burns and catches clothes on fire. It may not do damage, but still hurts like hell. A long distance attack that poses little danger to the attacker or surrounding bystanders.
Engulfing Flame- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- three post]
A powerful flame that encompasses an individual and burns through a normal person's skin, giving third degree burns and worse. A mid range attack that is difficult to keep precision and control from too far away.
Deadly Spire- [Duration- two post, Cooldown- five posts]
A pillar of fire nearly two stories high. This attack is best for long range because of the risk it poses to people close by. However, it must be used in moderation, because of the level of oxygen density required, and the resulting turbulence from the heat exuded by the flame. As a result, two of these attacks must be at a far range, or risk the flame getting out of control, if they catch fire to anything around them.
Small explosion- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- one post]
A sphere of oxygen that is tiny and dense enough to explode from spark ignition. Works best as a small shockwave to throw opponents off course or off their feet. Long distance, or mid-range, since he is prepared for the strike and can brace himself.
Demolition- [Duration- One post, Cooldown- five posts]
An extension of the Small Explosion, Mustang can create a bomb within a structure, or weapon, the only condition that there must be in opening with which his spark can travel. In the case of a building, he can create an explosion strong enough to break the infrastructure, except that this attack requires so much concentration and alchemic energy that he needs breaks between the attempts.
Transmutation circle [Duration- two posts Cooldown- Two posts]
Mustang's knowledge of the fundamentals of alchemy give him the ability to manually draw a transmutation circle, and manipulate the surrounding materials into any form he sees fit. Though he would prefer to never use this in combat, and has never even needed to attempt it in a high-stress situation. Not to mention the energy needed to manipulate physical matter is more extensive, and would exhaust him at a quicker rate, since it is vastly different than what he's used to.
Pinpoint Aiming [Duration- One post, Cooldown- one post]
Roy Mustang can also aim at a tiny target, with a very small flame or explosion. When aimed at a specific body part, this can cause agonizing and torturous pain. He only does this with his left hand.
Path of Destruction [Set up- Two posts, Duration- two posts, Cooldown- five posts]
Against a multitude of lesser opponents, Roy Mustang can create a path of wildfire that consumes any in it's path. The problem is he must be able to calculate the location of his enemies and his allies from one spot for a whole post before unleashing the attack. He needs the cover of allies close by, or a close by vantage point out of reach from the enemy. He can control the pathway to travel through the hordes of enemies and around his allies, unless someone moves in the exact instant he snaps his fingers.
Roy shrugged. "Well, I do tend to adapt my strategies for the battle, but this is the basic set of my arsenal. I do know hand to hand combat as well, though I still prefer keeping a considerable distance between me and my opponent." He smiled a bit. "Safety precaution, of course."
That's not bad, kupo..! Can you tell me anything about your past, kupo?
"Well..." he held his chin as he looked up in thought. "I suppose I could tell you a thing or two. But you'll have to forgive me if I leave out a few details. Mind if I have a seat?"
Outside the shop was a bench for a weary passerby, and Roy took advantage of the placement. He eased down, and crossed his ankle over his knee as he leaned back casually against the back of the seat.
"Well, to start, I was born in 1885. There was an epidemic that swept the country, and unfortunately I lost my parents to illness. Luckily, I was taken in by my relative, and I definitely acquired my taste of attire from her. Growing up I developed an interest in alchemy, so I became an apprentice to master alchemist Berthold Hawkeye." One corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes were heavy. "That was the start of my ideals, I suppose. To me, an alchemist was a pillar of knowledge and strength, one that could be used to help the people. But it was because of those ideals that made me enroll in the military academy. Master Hawkeye wasn't too happy about it, but I thought he was overreacting. That's how it is though, isn't it? The youth always fail to heed the warnings of the elderly, before it's too late."
He draped his arm over the back of the bench. "Well, those years at the academy weren't easy, to say the least. I pushed myself harder than I had ever before in my life. I wish I could say it was my own impressive drive, but that's hardly the case. I owe it to an upperclassman of mine. We got off to a bad start, and let's just say I didn't like the crowd of people he was associated with. After that I was determined to show him up in almost everything. " He held up his fingers and counted it off. "Obstacle courses, marksmanship, strategics... even the lunch line." His lips quirked in a humorless smile. "We accelerated so much in our classes it wasn't even funny. I'm pretty sure I can speak for him as well when I say that we both really hated each other, and would have liked nothing better than to punch each other's lights out. Heck, the only reason we're even talking now is because of-"
Heathcliff. Roy Mustang froze, his eyes distant and unfocused as his mind conjured the image of a red-eyed, dark skinned, white haired and burly looking man, looking up at him, leering silently in challenge, to just try to pity him. The state alchemist, hero of Ishval was silent for a few long moments as his mouth went dry and he suddenly felt sick.
"Because of... an Ishvalan, that had enrolled in the academy." He looked down, keeping his eyes on his lap. "At the time, Ishval had already been annexed by Amestrias, so they should have been accepted as citizens. But there were some people who still couldn't grasp that concept. The upperclassman had been giving him trouble. I had seen it happen before. And this time I got so angry, I got into a brawl. One against three. I would have been in serious trouble, if that upperclassman I told you about hadn't come along. When he had his gun, I thought for sure he was going to try to shoot me. I dared him to try. but he turned on his own friends. Apparently, he felt the same about it I did." The corners of his mouth lifted. "That's the only time I ever got to fight alongside him for a worthy cause.
"When the fight was over, we talked about our dreams and why we had enrolled in the military in the first place. After that, we became good friends. Me, Maes, and Heathcliff. We all still competed against each other, of course, but at least this time there was no bloodlust." He rested his head on his fist as he looked out into the empty buildings. "It's funny. At the time, we couldn't wait to get out of there, and show the world what we could do. Now I would give anything to have those days back."
"When I got out of the academy, I went back to Master Hawkeye. I tried to convince him to teach me flame alchemy, which he had perfected while I was away. But he was very sick. I tried to convince him to become a state alchemist so he could get funds for his research and his health. He hated that I had become a dog of the military, and refused to teach me anything. But he did ask me to take care of his daughter, just before he died in my arms that day."
His demeanor changed suddenly as he grinned. "Well, it just so happened his young daughter was in possession of the very research I had been looking for. And thankfully, she was no exception to my magnetic personality. After a bit of sweet talking, she handed them over without a problem."
Sweet words. Ha. More like the ramblings of a naive idealist. Even if he meant every word, it did not change the fact that the first thing he ever did with the precious research was slaughter. Betrayed her trust in one of the worst ways imaginable. But he couldn't very well change that. He had tried to keep up his demeanor, but his smile could not remain, not when the images of the war kept coming back to him.
"We didn't get he chance to go after our dreams right away, like we wanted. Not when the civil war escalated and stole away our attention. And I was dragged into it. Executive order thirty sixty-six. The official order to initiate the Ishvalan War of Extermination. We were meant "to purge the land of the Ishvalan people, through any means necessary". And state alchemists were the final piece to turning the tides of the war. Many of us changed, during that war."
Roy? Roy Mustang?
"There was only one time I fell from enemy fire."
Heathcliff Arb...
"But luck was on my side."
How could you?
"My rank as a state Alchemist saved me."
The sound of a gun shot banged through the air.
"But I still decided that things needed to change. So once it was over, I vowed that I would reach the top and become Fuhrur of Amestris. I would climb the ranks and make the changes this country needed. Just like he had wanted." He brought his hands together and laced them in his lap again. "I burned the only copy of the research of flame alchemy. After that, I was assigned to East Area Headquarters, where I met General Grumman. I guess he must have seen something in me, because he wasn't opposed to teaching me everything he could. I owe him a great deal. It was only because of his teachings that I managed to rise through the ranks as quickly as I did, and form the team that I have now. I was very careful to select people I could trust to work under me." Hawkeye was the first. And along the way he collected each individual, only after careful consideration of their skills and talents, brought together to create his team. Fuery, his pawn, Falman, his bishop, Havoc, his knight, Breda, his rook, and of course Hawkeye, his queen. "And went to climbing the ranks, to get to where you see me now. It hasn't been an easy road, but I still fully intend to get there. There have been a lot of upheavals recently that make me think the day is a lot closer than I realized."
And to think, it all had started with chasing a legend. Of course everything about this legend was so much more frighteningly real than he could have imagined. And as much as he hated to admit it, it was all thanks to the Fullmetal Alchemist. One new discovery after the other, spiraling down into hell. Of course, he'd been through hell before. This was something else entirely. Something he could only call Armageddon.
"Unfortunately, I don't have all my men with me. Most of them were spread out, taken from under my command. But several others and myself were going to take action anyway. There is something very dangerous that's been going on my country, something that will cost thousands- if not, over a million lives. And we were supposed to stop that. The last time I saw my men, we were about to begin a siege to take back our country. The night before the Promised Day. But something happened, that night. A new foe that we had never predicted, that we didn't even know existed, destroyed everything we had. That evening, before we even had the chance to carry out our plans, my world was over run by what I can only call living shadows. And here I am." He straightened and looked over to the kupo creature. "I knew I couldn't be dead, but I know now I'm definitely not near my home."
Hmm... well, could you tell me what kind of person you are, kupo?
"Well, I think it goes without saying that I'm very hard working, considering my current rank. I believe that true hard work and dedication are imperative to helping a man build character. And as the colonel, I make sure my subordinates receive this benefit at any given chance." After all, how else was he supposed to accomplish anything important if he was burdened with all the menial tasks? Best to let the others benefit from it better than he. "In that light, I like to think of myself as a very generous man. I'm not above pulling a few strings if it means managing a favor for a comrade." Favors led to more favors, and it was always favorable to stay in people's good favor. His voice became stern and commanding. "However, I am in no means compliant. Proper discipline is integral. I didn't receive my rank at my age for nothing, you know. And I certainly don't plan to stop there. I intend to keep climbing the ladder until I reach the very top."
He smiled helplessly. "But, I know no man is without his faults, and I'm no exception. With all my success, my good looks, my charisma, and my skills, I tend to stir a bit of jealousy among the ranks. Well, It's not like I can help it. After all, I am a bit of a catch." Those women just could not help but trip over themselves to get to him. Was that any fault of his? He was merely someone who followed his whims. He had learned a few tricks over the years, but it was all integral to his true character as a gentleman.
"But, jealousy notwithstanding, I am a people person. What can I say, I'm easy to get along with."
He had gotten very good at his personable personality. Someone easy to talk to, easy to trust. Or, someone people did not usually look to as a threat. It was what allowed him to observe others undetected, and carefully turn others in the direction he wanted them to go, without them being any wiser.
...Oh, kupo... Then... what side do you fight for, kupo?[/color][/b]
"I fight for the people," he answered easily. "My job is to ensure the safety of the citizens, no matter the cost."
I don't mean to seem like I'm prying, but what dreams and aspirations do you have, kupo?
"I would think that'd be an obvious one." He folded his hands over his knee, and smiled lightly, but his eyes were sharp. "I intend to keep climbing the ranks of the military. Our current system of government is in need of change, and I won't be able to make those changes until I reach the top. I'll do whatever it takes to become Furhur of Amestris. And when I do, I'll reestablish the government power, and I'll have all the previous acts of the military face the consequences of their actions. But before any of that, I will fulfill a promise I made to my subordinates. Because I swore to them, that the moment I become Fuhrur," he clenched his hands striking a daring, heroic pose as he cried out his valor to the heavens. "I would make every female officer wear tiny miniskirts!"
Ah, that makes sense, kupo... sorta... well, what do you like, kupo?
"I like to consider myself a simple man with simple pleasures." he slipped back into place on the bench, nary a hair out of place as he smoothed out his voice and character. "A fine drink, the company of a lovely woman... I believe that's all any man could really ask for. The occasional fishing trip does wonders to free the mind. I do enjoy a good game of chess. Not to mention," he smiled suddenly. "I love dogs! They are loyal, obedient, faithful to their master without a single thought of betrayal, and they'll never complain about your abuse- in fact, they'll keep coming back to you for more without demanding a paycheck! They are the perfect model of a good soldier, one that everyone should follow!"
Me too! Then, what do you dislike, kupo?
"Hmph," he leaned back with a sour look on his face. "I don't appreciate my men loading me with the mountain of work they somehow think I'm capable of. One man can only do so much, after all." His brow twitched. "Slavedrivers, the lot of them."
He was quiet for a while, before finally saying. "I don't like following orders that don't sit well with me. It's my duty to follow my superior officers without question, which is exactly why I'm on this campaign in the first place. I just don't like that I'm not getting there fast enough."
I'll remember that... what's your weakness, kupo?
He was quiet again, for a long while, actually. He pointedly refused to look at the kupo creature, his lips tight.
"Well, as I'm sure you've already guessed," he started out slowly, "my fighting style is entirely flame based. Which means, high humidity makes things rather difficult." his finger tapped impatiently on his arm. "But only high enough humidity to almost completely soak the atmosphere, such as those rare rainy days. That does not mean however that I am useless on those days!" He hit the back of the bench. "I've come out on top before despite those odds!"
That was his obvious weakness, at least. He did not know about the crack in his armor, the breech in his heart. He did not realize that the murder of his best friend had planted a dark seed in his heart, one which threatened to consume him for the thirst of vengeance.
No, he did not know that yet, for he still had yet to find the attacker that killed Maes Hughes.
N-not that I'd ever attempt to use that against you or anything, kupo...! Er... next question! W-what is your strength, kupo?
"My strength?"
To be perfectly honest with himself, he would say it was his ability to determine a situation, and use every aspect to his advantage. His resourcefulness, and ability to improvise under pressure. It had saved his life, and what made him a good soldier. Not to mention the ability to keep his agenda firmly under wraps.
He smiled, resting his chin on his fist. "Chess."
I never would have guessed, kupo! So, tell me, kupo.. What's the secret password, kupo?
"Thought so." His eyes narrowed, his smile never wavering. "You're all they say and more, Moogle. You had me going there for a while." He straightened, and reached down in the pocket of his coat. "Can't say I'm too surprised. They wouldn't have recruited you without good reason." He brought out a silver pocket watch, with a fancy official emblem, that was pierced and warped by a bullet-shaped dent. "You're definitely good at what you do." He clicked it open, and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it over between his two fingers. "I believe this is what you're looking for."
Scrawled in the middle of the paper in clear hand writing, was Keyblade.
"Now then," he shut the pocket watch and put it back in his coat, looking to the moogle seriously. "Why don't you tell me exactly what's been going on around here?"
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Ah, well I am afraid I must go, kupo. One last question before I do, kupo. How did you find your way here, kupo?
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