[Voice then Mirror]
((Voice:))
*Roy sighs heavily, leaning back against a tree stump and running one of his hands through his dark hair, his eyes staring a piercing glare to the unaffected piece of mystical machinery in front of him, occasionally darting to the grinning, slightly charred, skull sitting not too far away from Roy's leg. He wished he'd wake up from this stupid dream, at least let him know he's dead instead of being in some sort of tormenting purgatory. The last thing he remembered was holding out that skull toward a creature bent on ruining a country he'd come to love and activating his array on the back of his glove to be rid of it. He looked at his hand and the singed remains of his glove, patting himself on the back mentally for carrying spares and hoping that if all this got through with him so did the gloves. His mind tried to go back to the thoughts after his activation. But there was nothing. After that moment, darkness was the only memory....
....And then a little tiny creature, smaller even than Edward if that was any possible, yammering on about a chanter, mirrors and other such things.* This is just ridiculous... If I died, and am atoning for my sins...I at least figured that it would be a little more *He sighs again, pursing his lips together in thought as he turns the contraption around, eyeing the key*... than a whatever this is.
*He figured there'd be a strange world where no one would know him, and he couldn't recognize anyone to say the least. At least it was better than the atonement he thought he'd have to go through - which was full days of work behind that accursed desk being badgered all day by Hawkeye to get things done and the smell of Havoc's smoke, not to mention the screeching sound of Edward's voice grating on his ears. No, he lied. He'd miss that, the kid was the most fun thing in the office aside for when things weren't too business professional. Then again thinking on the matter, he liked things around the office when they were business professional now* ..
*Roy clicked the key in a hole that it looked like it may fit in, and put his hand on the wound on his shoulder, the ones on his face weren't as deep or annoying as that one that he'd managed to bind with bits of his shirt ripped apart* ....Hm.. *He pondered the object, raising his eyebrow with an indignant look toward it from his tree stump back rest, opening its lid and studying the surface, smirking*
((And now Mirror xD))
A mirror then is it? *And promptly begins to fix his hair, giving up on it with a little pout and a wince at the rotation his arm took while fixing his hair* Well, at least I know one thing. I'm still as devilishly handsome as I ever was.. *he eyes the marks on his face a little bit, unbeknown to him the thing works or is on, he knows nothing of technology farther than a phone or a car. Roy hisses as he touches one of the cuts, turning his head and hoping it wouldn't leave a lasting scar, that's the last thing he needed - though the ones on his body could be a bonus* Roy Mustang, even in death all scratched up, you're still number one.
(( I always like concrit, and I'll try my best to improve and make sure that I adapt properly here, been lurking around forever and I'm super stoked to give this a go! ^___^ Thanks to the mods for allowing me the opportunity, and to the people already here who inspired me to come out of my shell :3 you know who you are! Ok enough Rambling xD;. Be gentle its my first public/LJ RP lol! Normally I only do private RP.
=x Also because of the specific timing that I picked for Roy to come here, no eyepatch, xD;. Sorry Pirate lovers~! Also tried to cut out any spoilers, kuz it is spoilery if I'm not careful @_@. *nervously posts*))
*Roy sighs heavily, leaning back against a tree stump and running one of his hands through his dark hair, his eyes staring a piercing glare to the unaffected piece of mystical machinery in front of him, occasionally darting to the grinning, slightly charred, skull sitting not too far away from Roy's leg. He wished he'd wake up from this stupid dream, at least let him know he's dead instead of being in some sort of tormenting purgatory. The last thing he remembered was holding out that skull toward a creature bent on ruining a country he'd come to love and activating his array on the back of his glove to be rid of it. He looked at his hand and the singed remains of his glove, patting himself on the back mentally for carrying spares and hoping that if all this got through with him so did the gloves. His mind tried to go back to the thoughts after his activation. But there was nothing. After that moment, darkness was the only memory....
....And then a little tiny creature, smaller even than Edward if that was any possible, yammering on about a chanter, mirrors and other such things.* This is just ridiculous... If I died, and am atoning for my sins...I at least figured that it would be a little more *He sighs again, pursing his lips together in thought as he turns the contraption around, eyeing the key*... than a whatever this is.
*He figured there'd be a strange world where no one would know him, and he couldn't recognize anyone to say the least. At least it was better than the atonement he thought he'd have to go through - which was full days of work behind that accursed desk being badgered all day by Hawkeye to get things done and the smell of Havoc's smoke, not to mention the screeching sound of Edward's voice grating on his ears. No, he lied. He'd miss that, the kid was the most fun thing in the office aside for when things weren't too business professional. Then again thinking on the matter, he liked things around the office when they were business professional now* ..
*Roy clicked the key in a hole that it looked like it may fit in, and put his hand on the wound on his shoulder, the ones on his face weren't as deep or annoying as that one that he'd managed to bind with bits of his shirt ripped apart* ....Hm.. *He pondered the object, raising his eyebrow with an indignant look toward it from his tree stump back rest, opening its lid and studying the surface, smirking*
((And now Mirror xD))
A mirror then is it? *And promptly begins to fix his hair, giving up on it with a little pout and a wince at the rotation his arm took while fixing his hair* Well, at least I know one thing. I'm still as devilishly handsome as I ever was.. *he eyes the marks on his face a little bit, unbeknown to him the thing works or is on, he knows nothing of technology farther than a phone or a car. Roy hisses as he touches one of the cuts, turning his head and hoping it wouldn't leave a lasting scar, that's the last thing he needed - though the ones on his body could be a bonus* Roy Mustang, even in death all scratched up, you're still number one.
(( I always like concrit, and I'll try my best to improve and make sure that I adapt properly here, been lurking around forever and I'm super stoked to give this a go! ^___^ Thanks to the mods for allowing me the opportunity, and to the people already here who inspired me to come out of my shell :3 you know who you are! Ok enough Rambling xD;. Be gentle its my first public/LJ RP lol! Normally I only do private RP.
=x Also because of the specific timing that I picked for Roy to come here, no eyepatch, xD;. Sorry Pirate lovers~! Also tried to cut out any spoilers, kuz it is spoilery if I'm not careful @_@. *nervously posts*))