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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[papayagami]

[[NO I'M NOT SENDING IN BUNCHES OF CHARACTERS BECAUSE ROY'S AWESOME]]

"I think it may just be the faculty that may not be honorable. I've met a few people, and most of them seem nice enough." And then there was Sadako. "As it was, so far no one has taken me up on my bribe yet."

[miniskirtsplz]

"You're another applicant, then?" Roy asked, looking the man over. "Of the people I've met thus far, most of them have been... interesting," Interesting probably was not the right word, but he was sure that the words he would have used to describe Edward Elric would not be appropriate, let alone find the proper words for the other strange people he had met.

[papayagami]

"Interesting's an appropriate word as well. Still, most of them seem harmless. Granted, appearances can be deceiving."

[miniskirtsplz]

"Can be and usually are," Roy said, nodding.

[bowchickamaou]

Yuuri gave an embarrassed little laugh. "Hey, I'm not too sure about your answer to the Ravenclaw question. In my experience the more authority you have, the more paperwork you have to do."

Stacks and stacks of it. Set down on your desk by an iron-faced Gwendal.

[miniskirtsplz]

"It sounds as though you need more assistants," Roy said, resting his elbows on the table as he leaned forward to look at the young man in front of him. "In the military where I'm from, the higher you go, the more assistants you get."

[bowchickamaou]

"Oh, I have lots of people helping me," Yuuri nodded. "Only they think paperwork will make me a stronger and better Maou."

[miniskirtsplz]

"A better... what?" Roy asked, lifting his eyebrow at Yuuri. "And they're lying, paperwork only takes up time that could be spent doing something useful."

[ringoate_mybaby]

"I think I remember an alchemy lesson a year or two ago," Oz remarked. "It didn't go well."

[miniskirtsplz]

"That may have had something to do with your teacher," Roy said. He was nearly certain who it would be running around giving alchemy lessons that didn't 'go well'.

[ringoate_mybaby]

"There was a lot of pecs. And sparkles. People were uncomfortable. They learned, but not what they expected"

[miniskirtsplz]

Well, there went his certainty over the teacher, and Roy had to grin. "That would have been Armstrong, then. I imagine he took his shirt off and requested that you admire the beauty of his muscles."

[kamikazejudy]

Judy sauntered into the sorting room wearing some monstosity that looked like a leopard trying to mate with a flamingo.

Once she caught sight of Roy, Judy squealed in happiness and clapped her hands because he reminded her of someone and by God, she had to tell him all about it.

"I once knew this guy with an eyepatch too!," Judy exclaimed, ever sensitive of others' feelings, "It was so cool, his eye was actually hollow back there. He used smuggle eightballs in his eye socket and of course that's the last place the cops would ever look and isn't that cool?"

Judy then looked at Roy expectantly, as though he was about to remove the eyepatch and say, "Why yes, Judy, I do have cocaine here. Would you like to do a few lines with me?"

[miniskirtsplz]

As though Roy wasn't self-concious enough about his eye. Glancing to the side, he coughed into his fist, attempting to try and sort out which of this... strange young woman's comments he wanted to respond to first.

"I'm afraid I don't have any eightballs hidden behind my eyepatch," Roy said, his tone slightly cold.

[kamikazejudy]

Judy frowned at that. "Oh, okay. That's too bad," she said, idly fiddling with her hair.

[miniskirtsplz]

She was strange, perhaps, but she was still cute, and Roy smiled at her. "Perhaps I can help you with something else?"

[bantersucks]

"Don't have to worry about killing people here," Jaime said. "So what would you kill for? Sir." There was nothing accusing in the question, but he was obviously wary. He didn't know what to make of this man yet; "military" could mean men like his father or men like Peacemaker used to be.

[miniskirtsplz]

The 'Sir' placated him somewhat, and Roy ran his hand through his hair. "To protect someone who was important to me, for one," Roy said, and left it at that.

[bantersucks]

The "sir" was somewhat automatic thanks to Jaime's upbringing. If you were his father, a teacher, Batman, as scary as Batman, or obviously military and not being an ass to his family, you got the "sir." So far, Mustang fell into the last category.

He got the hint. "Sorry. Heard too many of my Dad's war stories, I guess. Most of which were his way of trying to keep me from enlisting, so, you know." Still hadn't kept him out of combat.

"What's a State Alchemist? Only alchemy I've heard of is turning lead into gold, but I'm guessing you mean something else." Not that the military couldn't use that.

[miniskirtsplz]

"A State Alchemist a position in the military, where I'm from," Roy said, and grinned. "And really, the lead to gold thing is a good example. Of course, it's illegal to transmute gold, but the example is still viable."