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Introduction

Roy Mustang shuffles through the school entrance, carrying a satchel of books and a sleepy expression. His bangs hang somewhat over his eyes because he's too lazy to style his hair back properly. He'd also like to think that it makes him a little dashing... but mostly it's just lazyness. Effort is saved for learning, not keeping up appearences.

Roy keeps looking down at a small piece of crumpled paper in his hand, then looking around. His clothes are clean but just slightly rumpled, and traces of white chalk still cling to his fingertips. He notices this as he glances down, and wipes his fingers on his trousers with a grimace. It just makes an even worse smear. He sighs.

"Well, this is the right address... Just got to find where to register for the local science club." He looks down at the note again, muttering. "And a chess club, and a chemistry club, and a meteorology/geology club if they have one of those too..."

He starts to tick items off on his fingers, muttering to himself. "And I need lab partners for geology, and physics..."

((OOC: for the purpose of this RP, Roy is pre-canon for FMA, from approximately the year 1900. So he doesn't know Edward Elric yet, or the Rockbell family, or anything. But if someone RPs Hughes, Gracia, or Hawkeye he might know them. I wrote a more detailed explanation of his pre-canonness (age, education, etc) at the info page here.

Also, I'd like to ask where in canon the other FMA players are from so that I can interact with you guys accordingly.))

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I need a lab partner for geology and physics.

How's your handwriting? Mine ain't too good.

Chess club? Can we get into holovariations? We can use my gameboard if we gotta.

My normal handwriting is chickenscratch, but I can teach you to read it if need be.

Oh...damn... I'd forgotten that lab partners share notes. Since last year I've begun writing all my notes in a personal code.

Hm. Well, I'm certainly not going to teach you to read my notation code, so I suppose I can take lab notes in standard English.

Holovariations? ... light-based chess? That's absurd. Show me.

One of us has to write decent for the lab reports. Or maybe we should just print them from the readouts? ::shows Roy the portable readout:: Faster'n taking notes by hand.

Come on back to the Falcon, and we'll fire up the holoboard.

See, in space, the ship can move suddenly or you can get shot at or something can interrupt the game. So, we play with holographic projections instead of real pieces. The board can save if we get called away. And even if I have to make a fast jump or some fancy flying, the pieces stay put.

And don't mind the wook. He's pretty harmless. Unless you win.

Roy practically snatches the portable readout from him, grinning.

"Right, right. I forgot-- this is remarkable similar to the computer devices I keep seeing around here. This world has fascinating devices. I always take notes by hand, because it helps me remember it later. But we could transfer our notes to this read-out for assignments and reports. I assume this works mostly like a typewriter?"

He pauses and looks up from the readout, back to his new lab partner. "Space... you have a rocket ship?"

Easy with that. We only managed to steal a dozen. What's a typewriter? You tap on the little keys. I use a stylus 'cause my fingers just got too big.

Naw, we got past rockets millennia ago. The Falcon has a basic dual drive system. The gravitic drive provides enough thrust to get out the planetary gravity well and the hyperdrive puts the ship into a quantum state so it can cross interplanetary distances.

Right now, she only does 2 factors past lightspeed. My girl's just a freighter. But soon as I get some know-how? (and some parts) She's gonna soar! Right now the limit is pretty much .475. I want her to do .5.

They're your arms, pal. Be nice to Chewie and he might let them stay attached. ::evil smirk::

"Oh, and I always win," Roy adds, which is not entirely a true statement, but it's mostly true, and competitive spirit allows him to round up.

Hey, I heard that you've already got a lab partner for physics -- you mind if I hang along with the two of you? Sidle's making me audit the class, so's I've gotta find a group to ~~put up with me~~ hook up with.

Fine with me, if Roy's OK with it.

Just try not to set anything on fire if we're studyin' at my place?

... one unaccidental fire or two and people won't ever let you forget it. It's not like I go around lighting up everything on sight, you know. Really!

That's cool, man.

*glances at Roy*

Not sayin it ain't a useful talent. In fact, I'm having a couple notions as to what we could do with it.
I'm just sayin' the Falcon's firefighting gear is a little touchy.

You know anyone who is any good at fractional distillation? I ain't too crazy about beer, and you can only drink so much cheap wine. But we get you to provide just the right amount of heat, and we got half-way decent brandy.

"Fractional distillation?" Roy grins. "You've got no idea what can be done with alchemy, can you? If I've got the right formula and the right array drawn, I can make alcohol so pure you'll keel over on the spot.

Hey, speaking of lighting fires at people's places, do you have a roommate yet? I might be rooming with

sunny_skyes, but I wouldn't mind another roommate, especially since we're going to be working on stuff together. Unfortunately, I keep eccentric study hours, and you might have to endure weird smells/noises/flashes of light, and quite probably fire. Fire alchemy is one of my primary study interests."

I'm living on my ship.
Bad enough I'm grounded for months, but sleeping in a building? ::shudder:: Too much like bein' in jail.

Chewie ain't too partial to weird smells, and my lady don't take fires too kindly, or I'd offer you the spare cabin.

"I understand. You're welcome to come by my place anytime, as soon as I actually get a room. And you can bring your hairy friend if you like. Once I get settled in I'll start working on transmuting alcohol-- it might take me a day or two to find the right base ingredients in this place."

He looks at

make_it_ashes, "You're welcome to come by too. And bring whatever you use for fire."

"Oh, I forgot to ask-- what are your names?"

::hesitates:: Han Solo.

Roy Mustang, from Central City in Amestris. I won't be surprised if you haven't heard of it because I have no idea how I got here or where here is, so I don't expect anyone to know where I'm from.

I've got a couple different flame-sources, but I'll bring them all. *smirk*

And I'm Pyro.

"Pyro..."

Roy sniggers.

"Okay," he claps his fist into his palm and grins. "Where do you practice your arson? I've got some side projects I'll be wanting to play around with while I'm here, and not all of them are do-able in a dormroom or a normal labratory."

"Anywhere's good." Pyro leans back, smirking a little. "I ain't particular -- and I'm good enough at what I do that location shouldn't be a problem."

Right?

"If I'm doing something big, though, I usually try for somewhere by the river -- past the gymnasium, you know?"

"You're probably more advanced in control than I am," Roy admits, eyeing Pyro and wondering why the the other boy has gone out of his way to avoid saying exactly what he does. He can already guess it's not alchemy, but he has no idea what else Pyro could be alluding to, so he decides to find out as soon as possible.

"I'm still developing my array, it's not perfect yet. Half the time I simply use up air, or accidentally compress the molecules into H2O. I like outdoor places better than indoor, though, because it means I have to learn to adapt to changing atmospheric conditions on the spot.-- We've got a river?"

"It's what I do." Pyro says it simply, because, well, it's not as if it needs to be said any other way. There's stuff, it's on fire, it burns. "It'd be cool to see some of your work, though. Have another contemporary or two."

"There's a river, yeah. Go by the gymnasium and keep walking -- s'about a ten minute walk or so." He smirks a little, leaning back against the wall. "You're at Fandom High, Mustang. Get used to seeing a lot of weird shit."

Roy's curiosity is piqued, and he stops pressing buttons on the readout to jump back into the conversation.

"You started a fire? What'd you use? Pyrology and fire-based alchemy is one of my major study subjects back home."

[[OOC note: pyrology is the study of heat in chemistry and its effects. Oh these two can have fun together!]]

Pyro twitches just a little. "Lighter, mostly. Controlling fire's more my game than anything else. Working on the rest of that, though." And then he pauses for a split-second.

"Hey, wait, you can start fires too?"

(OOC: Hee! And sorry for the delay!)

"No, I can't start them. Haven't quite figured that part out yet. I'm an alchemist. I'm going to be a State Alchemist in a few years, after I get back home. I'm studying atmospheric alchemy and chemical alchemy, with fire alchemy as a specialization."

Roy takes a piece of chalk out of one of his new packs from the supply store, and hunkers down on the cement. He carefully draws a circle with a complex design over it. He looks around, nods to himself.

"I use alchemy to control and alter the properties in the atmosphere and guide the direction of the flame. Got a box of matches?"

((OOC: let's assume for the moment they're in an outside corridoor on campus, not inside a building))

"Oh. Like that -- touka kou --" Pyro frowns, mangling the pronounciation badly. "Whatever. My roommate's kind of into that stuff too, I guess."

He waits as he watches Roy draw the circle on the cement, stepping aside to make space. "'course I've got matches," he says a little scornfully, and fishes in a pocket for a moment, producing several packets of matches and two lighters. Separating one packet of matches from the rest, he dumps everything else back in his pocket and tosses that packet in Roy's direction.

"There's a river, yeah. Go by the gymnasium and keep walking -- s'about a ten minute walk or so." He smirks a little, leaning back against the wall. "You're at Fandom High, Mustang. Get used to seeing a lot of weird shit."

"Noted," he replies, and catches the packet of matches. With a smirk he lights one, then, holding it up and away from him with one hand, places his other hand on the chalk design.

For a moment nothing seems to happen. Then there's faintest trace of odd scent, before the tiny flame on Roy's match leaps upward in narrow twisting, twirling column of about fifteen feet. The snake-like column fluctuates in place for a few moments, before arching down and sideways, rushing past Pyro and Roy to incinerate a wallposter ad for the Dance Club.

(OOC: Sorry I'm being so laggy -- it's really late in my time zone, and I'm heading to bed after this post -- is it okay if we pick up tomorrow?)

"Cool," Pyro says, and there's a very definite note of appreciation in his voice. "Can you shape it, or do you just go by the path alone?"

When he smiles, it's a quick flash of teeth in the direction of the former Dance Club poster. "I always hated that club anyway."

((Sure. Tomorrow it is! It's 10:47 here... I stopped for a while to eat dinner, so I've been laggy too.))

((Mustang is totally in three places at once right now. Aahhh...the internet + boredom = madness!))

"Mock it now, but when they have a performance there will be girls jumping around in leotards." Roy stands up with a competitive grin, smearing the circle with the sole of his shoe as he looks over at Pyro.

"I make the path pretty easily now, but the form, quantity, and temperature are still work-in-progress. Sometimes I get only a little bit of fire, sometimes I get way too much."

((OOC: AUGH, I HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR TAKING THIS LONG TO GET BACK TO YOU. RL HATES ME. *FLAILS AND GROVELS*))

"Hazard of the job." And Pyro's smirking just a little. Oh, arrogance, thy name is teenage boy. "'least you haven't smoked your eyebrows off like this guy I saw the other day."

He pauses. "Do you wanna hang out sometime this weekend, maybe see what we can do together? Two fires smokier than one and all that?"

Roy cringes, and with a flash of invisible light and undetectable sound a cosmic paradox loophole in the time/space continuum is created right this moment to allow him to say his next sentence, even though this conversation is occuring two days before said event takes place, automatically catapulting this current moment of meeting into the present timeline. Neither boy notices.

"Actually, I uh...have detention (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/49564.html?thread=1957532#t1957532) this weekend. Some stupid short kid started screaming at me in geology, and Ms. Sidle got pissed. Maybe some time later this week, though. Or next week." [[ooc: I can only play during the evening/night Thursday-weekend, and according to the principal's new detention policy, of which Ed and Mustang are the first victims, means that while in detention over the weekend we can't comment anywhere but the detention thread.]]

A thought a occurs to Roy, and he gets a curious expression. "Hey, do you know anything about

maias_notebook?"

(OOC: *DIES*)

"Hey, that's cool." Pyro waves a hand absently, then looks a little amused at the way that came out. "Well, not so much cool that you got detention, but y'know what I mean. I'm around in my room lots, so's not like s'hard to find me."

"Rutledge?" And that earns a faintly surprised look, because there's a non-sequitur. "She's in journalism, I think, and I heard she was in that junior achieving thing that's been going around lately." The boy shrugs. "We're not in any clubs or classes together or anything -- why d'you ask?"

((OOC: OOPS! just, um, forget that I forgot to switch usernames there. YOU DID NOT SEE THE FIGURE BEHIND THE CURTAIN. LOOK AWAY.))

"Maia Rutledge, yeah. I think she likes m-- wait, she's in the Junior Achiever's Club?))

((ooc: Um, can we end this converation so that I can go find you and talk to you in a new conversation somewhere else? --weird request, I know. But something new just developed and Roy's going to come ask for your help with fieryish things.))

((This way! (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/42149.html) Time to play.))

((OOC: Hee!))

[ooc...and ic... OMG can yuuko hang out with roy?? ahahahah! the smarm could KILL!!! *cackles*]

((I don't know the character, so I'm not sure how well I'd be able to play off you, but if you want too, sure thing. You might wanna pick a more recent thread though. ))

[ooc: i know, i was away for a couple days, i'll come and see if i can find you later (when i get home from work). you can see a rundown of yuuko in my profile, if you like. she's very manipulative...but in a generally 'what's in this for me?' nonthreatening kind of way... something tells me she and roy would get along swimmingly. heheheh.

((Roy as I'm playing him isn't the master manipulator he'll be in another 10-15 years. This is what I've sort of settled on for his pre-canon character:
So far I've settled on total geek who's lazy, procrastinates, is obsessed with alchemy/science, likes alcohol, is into the idea of girls but isn't a lady's man yet at all, and generally has no angst. He being enrolled in a political science class, however, because my mental RP Roy is politically conscious about his world and ambitious about becoming a State Alchemist, even though he hasn't gone through the life-shaping angst and pain of war yet. Of course, he wants everyone to assume he's just a lazy, explosive-happy geek, and probably won't be open about his political mindedness.

So far as I've been playing him, it's ended up with him being different things around different people. A bit of a snob to his roommate, geek and buddy to his lab partners, a prankster in lab class (though that stupid short kid with the braid and the red coat started it!), and vaguely secretive new member of Junior Achievers Club. Smarm he's got some of, but he's not an accomplished brown-noser yet.))

[LOL! the stupid short kid with the braid! well i tell you what... i'm a *huge* roy fangirl (brown-noser!roy or otherwise...), so i'd love to play with you. if roy's travels happen to take him to

fandomtownies, feel free to drop in Yuuko's Novelty Shoppe (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/948.html#cutid1) for a look around. we're also going to hold Magic-User's Club (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/18617.html#cutid1) meetings there...and alchemists are welcome. ^.~]

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