Puttering [Closed to Tringhams]

[snapsforyoutoo]

It wouldn't have been much of an exaggeration to say that Roy hasn't really left his room for a month. Prone to more than a bit of over-thinking things, he's nearly driven himself insane with all the dwelling he's done. Really, though, what else is one supposed to do when they find out that everything they've been taken away from is gone?

It doesn

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[just_like_daddy]

Russel led Fletcher on their first initial tour of the ship. They essentially wandered, just finding their way the old fashioned way. He still didn't know what to do about this new information. He needed time to sift through all of the illogicality, all the emotions that raced through him.

He was so lost in thought that he'd bumped into the man before he'd actually realized he was there. "Uh, sorry," he said, looking up. He blanched. He knew that face. He was one of the most famous State Alchemists. The Hero of Ishbal. And worse, he was Ed's commanding officer. He had to have known about what happened in Xenotime. Ed had to have told him even a little bit of it. Even though he trusted him to not completely give him up. And then there was their actions the night the Fuhrer was assassinated.

But while his mind ran at a breakneck pace through all these things, his mouth ran on autopilot. "Colonel Mustang..." He swallowed.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher held on to Russel's hand as they explored. At first he'd wanted to go up to the deck and get some fresh air, but by now he'd realized it wasn't quite that kind of ship. So far they knew had managed to find the living area, which was useful.

When Russel stopped, Fletcher looked up, then shrunk behind his brother. That face was familiar, he knew it from the papers if nowhere else -- the newspaper reports of Fuhrer Bradley's assassination.

[snapsforyou]

Distracted as he was, Roy was about to wave the teen's clumsiness off by blaming himself when the blond went pale as a sheet and called him by his name and rank.

Shoulders tensing, eyes flashing, he stares at the teen, glancing at the shorter kid as he hides behind the one who had spoken.

This was odd.

"How do you know me?" His tone is sharp, intent, posture rigid, expression a cold military mask carved for the sake of hiding emotions. Inwardly, he was floored, confused, and... hopeful. Though people looking as scared of him as these two did really doesn't bode well in his mind, and he swallows a lump of anxiety, refusing to acknowledge its existence.

[just_like_daddy]

Russel composed himself as quickly as possible. "By reputation, sir." He pushed his hair out of his face. "And you have the Fullmetal Alchemist under your command, right?"