Application for Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

[miniskirtsplz]

When Roy Mustang found himself in a small room with nothing but a desk and chair, and what appeared to be paperwork littered across the top of the desk, he didn't let it bother him too much. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he wasn't one to worry.

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[margrat]

Gustav wasn't looking at all military at the moment (he remembered one old man at Gariland who would've disemboweled him if he'd ever looked close to this). He envied the applicant the easy answers to certain questions that Gustav would have once cheerily answered much the same way (though, he'd like to think, with more flair), but years of... things... had mostly wiped that out. He also reminded Gustav a bit of some of the other knights in his Hokuten unit, and the convoluted route of his train of thought from there eventually led him to ask, "What kind of fighting've you done?"

[miniskirtsplz]

A shadow passed over Roy's face, and he cleared his throat before answering. "I've done my share," he said simply, and motioned to the patch over his left eye. "Some would say my colleagues and I did more than our share."

[margrat]

Gustav looked at the patch and nodded before trying to circle round again to... whatever he was trying to get at. He wasn't quite sure himself. "Say, if you were in this village, this enemy village, if your lot, your Amestris, took it over, and-"

Then he realized what he meant to ask and stopped short. What could the other man say to that, whatever he really thought? Certainly not "Why, I'd burn and pillage and rape and I'd love every minute." People didn't say that. Of course there were certain people Gustav hadn't met yet. "Forget it. Where did you want?"

[miniskirtsplz]

It was for the best that Gustav stopped talking. Roy was certain that that particular conversation was not one he wanted to have, and it only cemented the fact that he was not in Amestris any longer. There, no one would have said such things in front of any member of the military.

"Where do I- Ah, you must mean which house," Roy said, lifting his hand to run through his hair. "One of my subordinates voted me to Slytherin, but gave little explanation as to why. Wherever you think is best is fine."

[margrat]

Gustav shrugged, trying not to think about that sticky bit. This worked about as well as any other attempt not to think of something. "The way I heard it, it's for cunning sorts. Think you're cunning?"

[miniskirtsplz]

"I suppose that might be one word for it," Roy said, grinning to himself. "Though 'strategic' makes me sound like less of a delinquent."

Vote: Slytherin

[margrat]

"So it does."

The last applicant he'd voted there, when he was extremely new to Hogwarts, had been on the basis of a mental leap to the effect of Slytherin equaling shifty like Dycedarg Beoulve. But there was more than one kind of cunning, he figured, and Gustav was aware now of how different people in one House could be (especially given that he was sharing one with Dycedarg's brother Zalbag).