Date 3

Aug. 13th, 2012 03:31 pm
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(There's a loud, somewhat over dramatic sigh that erupts over the network as the video turns on to reveal a cluttered desk with a few stacks of paperwork.

Roy Mustang is sitting in his chair in the police HQ, twiddling a pen in his hand, staring at a pile of papers in front of him. He glances over to the device, sees that it's on, and then sighs again.)


This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I would join. It seems no matter where I go I won't be able to get rid of them. (He taps a stack with his pen as he looks off to some of the other desks behind him, which all look comparatively empty.) I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, considering the recent relations between Imports and natives, but I can't say the added amount makes it any more enjoyable. Not to mention the amount of dates I've had to reschedule.

Which reminds me, I'm looking for a florist.  Despite the amount of small shops that sell flowers in this city, I haven't been able to find any to my liking.  Does anybody have any suggestions?

(The sound of approaching footsteps catches Roy's attention. There's a bit of a rumble as yet another stack of paper is dropped on top of the desk in front of him.  Roy stares at it in annoyance for a good full minute before:)

EXACTLY HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THROUGH ALL OF THI-- (The feed cuts off)

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2nd Date

May. 16th, 2012 01:20 am
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(Roy is sitting on a bench in a park, his legs crossed casually.  The arm that isn’t holding the communicator is draped over the back of the bench.  A small group of chattering young women pass by him.  Roy watches them as they move away, and then, as if suddenly remembering he had turned it on, he returns his attention to the communicator.)

Well, despite the situation, I admit this city certainly provides quite the amount of entertainment.  Although, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, considering the size of it.  Not to mention the amount of people.

I suppose I can't spend my time simply wandering through these streets. (He gestures with his free hand flippantly.) While I'm sure it would keep me occupied, something like that has a tendency of becoming boring quickly. So tell me, exactly how many of you have jobs?  As much as I'm enjoying this break from the paperwork, if I'm going to stay, then I might as well attempt to make myself useful.  I've heard there's something of a police force here. If anyone is a member, I'd appreciate it if I could have a few words with you.  I'd also be interested to learn more about the types of activities everyone partakes in.  After all, a place like this must provide some diverse opportunities.  Seeing as I'm still fairly new, I'd love to hear more about them.

(There are distant giggles that draw his gaze away.  A small smirk forms at the corner of his mouth.  With one last smile and glance at the communicator, he turns it off as he moves to stick it into his pocket.)

1st Date

Apr. 18th, 2012 12:08 pm
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(The video opens up to a pair of shoes as its user weaves their way through the streets. The footsteps are slow, yet purposeful and sharp. He carries himself with the air of a soldier on alert--highly aware of his surroundings and people around him, ready to strike at any time if needed. A gloved hand can be seen in a tight snap by his side.

Eventually, he stops walking and turns the video up to face him. Behind him, passerby make an extra effort to go around him, giving him cautious looks as they walk by. He doesn't seem to notice or care.)


If this is someone's idea of a joke, then it's poorly crafted. I don't have time to play these games. (His right arm stiffens--the result of the snap tightening even more.) Lieutenant, Fullmetal, if you're here, I want you to report to me immediately.

(He pauses and shifts his weight just a bit.)

Another thing. I'm looking for a creature by the name of Envy. (The light from a spark trails up his side.) If anyone happens to have heard of him, I would appreciate it if you informed me immediately. The name is Colonel Roy Mustang, or the Flame Alchemist. Remember that.

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