Boys just wanna fight. [CLOSED]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Dojima, Roy, Souji and Yosuke
Location: The Johor-Singapore Causeway between Malaysia and Singapore
Rating: PG, I suppose?
Time: November 4, the entire day.
Description: Obviously Kae is flooding the comm while LJ and her connection are cooperating with her Joint mission timez. Everyone needs a change of scene and a healthy dose of

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[lets_go_partner]

For all Roy exuded a calming, in control presence, it seemed to bounce right off Yosuke and take a swan dive into the water below. He was a wreck. Sure, this wasn't his first time at the rodeo...technically. Though there was a big difference between being wielded by a friend to take down your partner, and that same partner wielding you. Between all that had happened, and just how long it took Yosuke to transform, the two boys' training was minimal at best. Yosuke remembered how it felt with Kurt, how different it was when he was on the battle field and how he knew what to do instinctively, but there had definitely been some miscommunication between him and his first Meister.

Maybe that was Yosuke's biggest fear of all. Maybe he and Souji wouldn't resonate, not when it really counted. And with Roy and Dojima there, depending on them...it really, really counted

[socialinking]

It was weird, Souji realized, to see something that you had seen before in your life, and to see the same exact thing but with a few differences. He'd been here before of course, with his parents, but there was just a noticeable difference; it wasn't the same one he had seen before.

It was easier to compare differences in scenery rather then think about what might happen if he and Yosuke didn't resonate. If something happened. Except nothing would happen, he knew that. Time to go into mission mode.

"It said that we had two days for this mission. So we're here until something happens."

[thewarisover]

"That's on the assumption that we'll be able to track whatever's causing the disappearances before we're called back home."

Roy padded himself down for his cigarettes, lifted the pack up, drew one out with his teeth as he rifled around for his lighter.

"I checked the case files. We don't have much to go by in terms of preference - it'll take anything - but it does seem to favor particular times over others."

He paused a moment, to light up and take a drag.

"We should probably discuss how we'll handle this case."

If those two were fine with that, then he could call Dojima over.

[socialinking]

"Sounds fine," Souji said, glancing at Yosuke and then looking back at Roy. "Let's get this started then."

[POST MISSION THREAD, much later at night]

[thewarisover]

It had been a long time since he had dreamed of anything. Back in Central - in Amestris - he had made it his everything, going out and and doing. Dressing up, fixing up, throwing on that uniform, marching off: steps towards a means to an end. Exhausting one's self to the point where the brain was far too tired to think. To dwell on the past

[smokersona]

A hope that was soon to be dashed. Had Dojima been any other man, the moment may have gone on unnoticed, lost and forgotten in the wake of uncaring sleep. But he wasn't, and it didn't; lying awake, poring over his thoughts and the events of the day had become habit, companion to his old friend Insomnia. Too many nights gone that he can truly remember, sitting awake and waiting for daylight with a cigarette burning itself out in the ashtray beside his bed.

It's no real wonder then that he sits up, the faint thrill of alarm tingling across his nerves before he can assure himself that nothing out of the ordinary is present. (To a certain degree.) Very little can wake Roy, he's come to notice, and stirrings in the middle of the night seem cause enough for some level of concern.

"Mustang?"

[thewarisover]

That was enough to make Roy pause. The younger man considered his options, rapidly discovered that he didn't have any, and...

Now what?

"...Dojima."

He didn't move, and sure as hell hoped that his voice didn't sound nearly as shaky as he felt.

[smokersona]

"Is everything all right?"

It's a simple question, a basic question, voiced more for his lack of having anything better to say. He's learned how to observe, to make note of details and differences and the subtle nuances of everything from tone of voice to posture to the particular movements of a man's eyes during conversation. It's a part of his career, his business, and he prides himself on doing his job and doing it right.

When it comes to matters that aren't quite related to his job, to personal affairs, dealing with those people on a level that isn't so near to professional, he's quite painfully aware that he isn't the most eloquent of men.