Ah, happier times~!

[col_roy_joseph]

Who: Roy Mustang, Open
What: Roy's experiment had results even he couldn't have anticipated...
Where: The streets of Town
When: After this event on Sunday
Warnings: Updated as needed

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[gufufu]

Undertaker had been sitting on a railing not far from the complex where Roy had emerged. Unlike many of the other residents the gravedigger kept his usual attire of all black, save for the grey sash and pale whiteness of his skin and hair. As the other man walked by Undertaker let out a small chuckle, "Still no luck hmm~"

Reaching in his sleeve he pulled out a cookie and snapped it in half with his teeth as he watched the other's expression.

Late late late~ Sorry!

[col_roy_joseph]

He stopped, the weird voice strangely ominous, despite its light tenor. The air felt a little colder, and he wished he had something heavier than his yellow cotton shirt.

"Do you... know me?" he asked tentatively, unsure what to make of a grown man dressed like the witches of old. Perhaps it was the Feast of the Dead? That would explain his own garish trousers...

No problem~

[gufufu]

Undertaker's expression went blank for a moment as he stared over the man in front of him. So he didn't remember, perhaps it was another punishment for trying to escape. After all, everyone else had that tried. "Oh, so you don't remember~ I wonder if that recording will be of any help then~"

Proping his elbow against his knee and he sat on the rail Undertaker leaned forward just a bit, any further and it seemed like he would fall. "Just want do you remember, hmmm Col Roy Mustang~"

[col_roy_joseph]

Surprised, he opened his mouth to ask if the young man helping him earlier was a colonel -- and then realized that the strangely-dressed fellow meant him.

"My name is Roy?" he asked before he could stop himself. He said it again slowly, tasting the word, then made a face. Without meaning to, he confessed his problem.

"No, I don't think so. That's not ringing any bells. I think I'm more of a Nathaniel. Yes, that sounds more like it, doesn't it? I'm... Nathaniel." He still had no idea what his name actually was, but Nathaniel was a darn sight better than something short like 'Roy.' His parents couldn't have been that cruel.

[shutupandduelme]

Coffee. Why was it that whenever the CEO had to get coffee, he always ran into someone he's rather not see? At least..Roy, right, that was what his name was, didn't seem to be looking for him. A mercy, that.

"So you came out of it not only alive but whole. Some people would call it a miracle," Kaiba said dryly as the other man passed him. "Though, most of those people wouldn't set explosions in their own apartments."

Took a while, gomen~ ^^;;

[col_roy_joseph]

"I'm sorry?" Roy turned, surprised, as the good-looking young man spoke. He glanced behind him, just to make certain he was the one being talked to, but there wasn't anyone else there. "Oh. Me?"

So the explosion had definitely been something purposeful then. But explosions were frightening things, weren't they? Most people were terrified of them -- and they certainly didn't happen in housing areas! But the young man with the disdainful look didn't seem the least bit alarmed. Maybe explosions were a regular occurrence in this neighborhood?

If that was the case, then he certainly he didn't live here. He would've known how to keep himself from getting banged on the head if he was used to blowing things up. Which he wasn't, and he certainly had no desire to become used to it

S'okay!

[shutupandduelme]

Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Yes you, is there anyone else here?" His expression just got worse as Roy went on. Was the man drunk?

"I think you do know them, considering that it was your apartment and you recorded it for all the island to see," he replied, watching Roy's reactions. Something was off here. "Did your brain get fried along with it?"

[col_roy_joseph]

"I did it?" He could only stare. There was no way he'd ever do anything like what he'd seen in that apartment. But if it hadn't been him, then why had he been the only person there?

His hand drifted upward to the now-faded bruise at his temple without his noticing it, and he frowned. "You... said I recorded the explosion? Do you have any proof? Is it in a notebook somewhere?"

He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but certain events and ... how they had happened... weren't settled properly in his mind. He'd thought that when he'd come outside and gotten a breath of fresh air his head would clear, but things were still foggy. Things were still... missing. Like...

Like his name, and who he was.