fandomhigh | Revolutions: Week 12, Period 5

Back in the classroom this week, Aly waited until the majority of students were present before breaking off her conversation with a dark-haired man sporting a large eyepatch that covered his left eye and most of that side of his face. She smiled at the class, eyes checking off who was there, then took a seat on her desk to speak.

"Afternoon, everybody. First thing, I'll remind all of you that your exam is in two weeks. No, you aren't going to have to overthrow a country to pass." She grinned. "At least probably not."

"For the rest of the class, you'll not be actively revolting - I hope-" she threw a wink at Mustang. "But General Roy Mustang has agreed to speak to this class today. He has quite a bit of experience in little matters like working within the system - and military - to change it. Two things that I'm less than familiar with," Aly added with a wry smile.

Recognising his cue Mustang stepped forward. "As Miss Aly has already indicated," he paused for a moment and looked down at his blue uniform, "and you quite possibly might have guessed from my uniform, I am a military officer. Even if she had my rank wrong and I am merely an enlisted man, not a General. My country, Amestris, used to be under martial law. Our Fuhrer, King Bradley, was both head of the state and the military. I am certain that you are all aware of the possible consequences such a condition can have."

His features hardened, giving little insight into what exactly he was thinking, but he kept his tone soft as he reminded himself that he was dealing with children. "Fuhrer Bradley used our military for his own personal agenda. A costly one at that. He used a science meant to help the people to destroy an entire population. Good officers were forced to perform acts they could have never imagined. You probably can imagine that this is a hard situation to change and I hope that none of you will ever be in this position. There is no right way of acting or changing the government around you. I can't offer you a 12 step program, but I can offer a few insights hopefully that will help even in situations less grave than the one I have just described," Mustang continued.

"We are each just one person. We can only do so much and influence so many people and yet that is the key. In a world where you can't trust the person above you, you will have to surround yourself with people who you can rely on. Don't assume that you can deal with everything on your own, but trust in them and give them your back. Keep them safe and expect that they in turn keep the people around them safe. Don't trust easily, but when you know that you can rely on them, do so fully and give them the chance to create room around you to come up with a plan to rise to the top." He paused and glanced around the room. "I think that this is the best advice I can give you, but if there are any more questions that you would like to ask, I'll be more than willing to answer."

[OOC: Again, many, many thanks to the fabulous Queen of Pimping herself for playing ~~General~~ Roy Mustang. OCD threads ~~are coming~~ up]

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Roy paused. "Glitter?"

Aly was torn between giggling and facepalming. But she watched to see how Roy was going to respond to this.

"A potent mind clouding substance in our world," Jamie said with a serious nod. "It has disturbing properties."

Roy frowned as that didn't sound anything like what he knew as glitter, but then the kid could duplicate himself. "What kind of disturbing properties?"

"It makes you kiss boys," Jamie said seriously.

That... Roy blinked and briefly glanced at Aly, certain that she was enjoying this.

"I see," he said. "Are you certain that perhaps that isn't just what you want to believe?"

"I've never kissed a boy," Jamie declared. "And have avoided all glitter. However the student body has declared that it is true and I am a lemming. Not literally."

"Right," Roy said in a tone that implied that he really wasn't buying this but he'd humour Jamie. "Of course you have."

"Really. I'm glitter free."

"I feel a lot safer in that knowledge," Roy smirked.

"Please. You're not even my type," Jamie smirked. "First? You don't have boobs. Second your skin wouldn't put me in a coma."

And there was Marie, facepalming a lot.

For a moment Roy wondered how exactly he ended up in this conversation. "No, but that's very observant of you. Keep up with it," he said dryly.

"I tend to notice things like that," Jamie replied. "I'm a private dick in another life."

"And how many other lives do you have like that?" Roy asked.

"Lots," Jamie replied. "Even my duplicates have duplicates."

"And you haven't yet run out of new things to see and experience?"

"Let me [ut it to you this way: If you had the opportunity to do almost everything and had my ability, what would you do?"

Roy laughed and shook his head. "What I really would want to accomplish is something that your skills wouldn't cover either, however convenient they might be."

Jamie just smirked. "You'd be surprised."

"I will have to take your word for it," Roy decided.

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