SUPER ✦ NOVA

If you’re going to reblog a meme from someone, at least send in a prompt from it or reblog it from the SOURCE. There were three four of you who reblogged that meme ( not going to name them ) and not a single one sent anything in.

This happens quite a lot for not just me, but for many other role play blogs. It discourages folks from touching memes because they feel they won’t get jack no matter what they do.

Bonus: Roy trying to be a bad ass but in reality he trips on his own wings while walking and can’t land worth shit. His gallop while taking off is filled with cursing, growling, and annoyed sounds.

     The opportunity to respond with something as equally as LEWD was there, but Roy did not take it this time. Instead, he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and snapped. A nearby bush was set ablaze in seconds with a rather pleasant smile curling the Colonel’s lips. The glove was removed, tucked away, and both of his hands were held ( palms up ) by the fire.

     How he got mixed up in this strange series of events, Roy Mustang didn’t know. One thing turned into another as twists and turns developed after the Fullmetal Alchemist departed Central. All it took was one call and a grouchy Colonel was on his way to... what was that automail-centric town called? One would think he’d remember considering how much Winry kept shouting its name in unrestrained excitement. The shit he does for that shrimp of a boy and his brother. But it’s a favor, Mustang! Ha.

     Roy’s deployment in Ishval did NOT include him toting around a rifle. He’d been issued a pistol, of course, but his weapons consisted of a pair of gloves and the knowledge contained within his MIND. So when he’d asked the Lieutenant to help improve his marksmanship, he didn’t expect to fail so hard at the seemingly simple act of point and SHOOT.

     When the night is long and Roy’s capacity to give a damn about paperwork dropped drastically, the Colonel began WANDERING the halls. Procrastination is the perfect way to describe his journey that had no particular destination in mind (stretching his legs was much better than sitting around twirling a pen right?). What he didn’t expect, or should have expected, was to find a sleeping Maes Hughes not to far from his own office. To be fair, he did SYMPATHIZE with his good friend’s exhaustion but Roy wasn’t about to leave him here where others might not be so kind.