[UNFINISHED]

[theresafireinme]

Who: Roy Mustang and the Reaper
What: Reaper at large
Where: At the Church’s gate
When: After Al’s post
Rating: R, for character’s death
Open: To necromancers necrophiliacs whoever wants to find his body

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[graveyardpunk]

This was Yuri.

This was Yuri, actually braving and fighting off the clamor in his head so that he could just take a peek at the Church. It was a great enough feat that he thought he deserved... something. Praise, or something. From a pretty girl, preferably.

But no, all he got was a dead body.

Crap, Yuri thought as he jogged up to the guy. His head was hurting already, but he couldn't just leave the body here. There was blood coming from the chest, too.

"Who the hell did this?" He wondered aloud, glancing for any sign of the attacker. First thing's first, he needed to take the dead guy somewhere else so that he could think straight. Grabbing the upper body, he started to drag it farther away from the Church.

[ooc: i hope this is okay? :3]

[theresafireinme]

[[ooc: nice one ^^]]

This was way too surreal. He was standing there, at the gate of the Church, yet he was staring at his own body covered in blood. Such things don't happen, do they? Unless one's dead. Was he dead? Did it mean that it was the end of it all? Was it the afterlife? Was there any afterlife?

His thoughts were interrupter by a young man, who didn't seem to be overjoyed that he just found a dead body. The stranger took a look around and, to Roy's disbelief, started hauling away soldier's body.

"May I know where are you taking me?" he asked, not really knowing if the man would be able to hear him.

[graveyardpunk]

Yuri was actually able to drag the body far enough from the Church to hear a voice. Which was impossible, right? Uh, because he was the only guy around here, right? Right?

He froze in place, his head darting around. Now that he was able to concentrate a bit, he could sense something in the air. He always had that weird sense of knowing when there were... things around.

"Who's there!" Yuri called out harshly. It'd better not be a ghost or something. Just the thought made him nervous.

[theresafireinme]

Roy groaned; as if things weren't complicated enough... What he was supposed do say? Hello, I'm the dead guy you're carrying? That wouldn't do. He decided to carry things out carefully.

"Er, I know that what I'll say may sound absolutely ridiculous; and no, I don't have any idea how it is possible. But, seems that I'm the very same guy who's body you're hauling right now."

Crap. It came out even more absurd than he thought. Mustang could just hope not to give the man a heart-attack.

[graveyardpunk]

And then Yuri's brain broke.

No, not really. But he could feel it starting to crack right now. He didn't actually expect anyone to respond to him; he was actually hoping it was just his imagination. No such luck for him.

His grip on the body tightened as he listened to the voice. "Wait, wait," he stuttered. "You're the same guy as the dead guy. You are the dead guy."

Oh, it clicked. He had faced demons, possessed madmen, crazed priests, and bloodthirsty gods. He had faced down his own fears of turning into a monster and saved the world.

But he could. Not. Stand. Ghosts.

He dropped the body in surprise and took a few steps back. "I-I wasn't gonna do anything t'ya. Just wanted to see if I could help. I mean, if you don't want me to I can just walk off right now..."

[theresafireinme]

Roy's head would have already start hurting, if it were possible at his current state.

"Yes, I am the 'dead guy'. Roy Mustang, nice to meet you," he couldn't hide the sarcasm in his greeting "Or at least 'in-state-of-clinical-death guy', which could explain why I am here, staring at my own body. But definitely wouldn't explain our little chit-chat."

Corporal cringed his nose as the stranger dropped his body. The fact that he couldn't feel anything didn't mean that he could toss him around like a rag doll!

"Well, you're not helping by tossing me around," Mustang remarked "but to tell the truth, I'm happy to see somebody here; I definitely wouldn't want to rot here, literally. Then, could I ask you for some help?"

He paused for a while. What could that man do for him, really?

"I think... Okay, first of all, could you check my pulse? Any sign of breathing? I would be a good start."

[graveyardpunk]

Okay, he could do this. Yuri was a big boy, he could do this. He didn't need quack oracles or gay vampires to help him with this one

[theresafireinme]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuri," Roy said, trying to make his voice as friendly as possible; the guy was obviously scared and Mustang didn't want him to run off screaming. "It's fine."

He observed cautiously Yuri's actions, believing that he knew what he was doing. Mustang sighted heavily, hearing the diagnosis.

"I would state the obvious, if I said that it's not very well. But then the question is, why am I still here."

[graveyardpunk]

Somehow, hearing the ghost-guy sigh like that made Yuri less anxious. If anything, it just made him feel more sorry for the guy. No one really expected to be killed unless they really wanted to be. And a person who wanted to die probably wouldn't sigh so deeply like that.

The more sorry Yuri felt for someone, the more likely he was gonna end up helping them. Nevermind, who was he kidding? He'd already made his decision to help out.

"Maybe what you should be asking," Yuri said to the body, since he didn't know where else to look, "is what you're gonna do now?" He put his hands on his hips, waiting for an answer.

[theresafireinme]

Roy chuckled at Yuri's last comment - so practical of him.

"To tell the truth, I have no idea." What else he could say? What could do a person who's already dead but still in this world?

"I assume that I'm the next victim of the Church's doings. Quite similar deaths were said to happen before," he stopped here, one single thought never leaving him. "But what is their point in killing us?"

Roy had some possible answers, but he didn't want them to be true.

[graveyardpunk]

Oh yeah, now Yuri remembered. There were those calls for help over the tiny computer things. Friends crying for help because someone they cared about was found dead. And before that, the Church's threat.

So that's what it was. Intimidation. That really pissed him off.

"They wanna try and get us to sell out to the Church, huh? Bring the dead back to life in exchange for souls or whatever." Total bull, but Yuri could see how people would be desperate. In this case, he was probably lucky that he didn't have any loved ones in the City.

Wait a sec.

"Hey," Yuri blurted out. "You got someone who'd be really upset over your death or anything? Someone the Church could try to get to?"

[theresafireinme]

Roy gasped, then swore.

"I know someone who might do something really stupid if he learns that I'm dead." It sounded funny, to admit your own death.

Mustang returned to the thoughts of young alchemist; once, along with his brother, he tried to resurrect their mother. The consequences were horrid; Roy must not let the history repeat.

"He must not get to know that." That was a hard resolution to keep, indeed.

[graveyardpunk]

"Damn." So it looks like the Church picked a good victim. He cocked his head sideways in thought. "It shouldn't be a problem or nothing," Yuri reasoned. "Unless you two live together and he's expecting you home?"

If they weren't, then it'd be no big deal. They'd just keep it hush until they, uh, found a cure or something. For death.

[theresafireinme]

"No, we don't live together." Roy stopped there, hesitating for a moment, thinking the matter over. "But there's still a problem; when I was attacked, I was on my way to his apartment. And he knows that. So there's a possibility that he's expecting me."

He nervously paced, or rather floated, around Yuri and the corpse. Think Mustang, think.

"Hiding the body somewhere is the first thing we should do." It sounded as if he murdered somebody, not had been murdered; it was getting more and more twisted. "About other things we shall worry later."

[graveyardpunk]

Okay, so there's a someone waiting for the dead guy. This someone might do 'something stupid' if he learned Mr. Dead Guy was, well, dead. And more Church members was bad.

Hah. Well, Yuri couldn't really think of anything else. He might as well go along with what Roy was saying.

"Hide the body, right," he said with a grunt as he hooked his arms around the torso. "Sorry, I'm gonna have t'drag ya."

He paused, trying to figure out where to hide the body. "Uh, there's a park near here," he suggested. "Maybe we can stick the body in a tree and hope nothing gets to it?" Or that it doesn't fall.

"Oh yeah, we could put it in one of the abandoned houses, maybe. One with a bed."

[theresafireinme]

Roy shuddered at the thought of various bug that could be found near trees and were likely to prey on corpses. No way.

"No, the park is a bad idea." Mustang spoke, emphasising words. "I don't want to be eaten by insects."

He turned towards houses visible in the distance. That might be a good idea; no one would rather pay a visit them.

"But the houses aren't half bad. Let's go." For a brief second Roy thought that the old habit of ordering around never left him.