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fandomhigh2005-09-11 03:37 pm
alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2005-09-11 03:37 pm
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.))
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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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))
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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.
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"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.
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"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."
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"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."
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"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?"
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"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
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"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?"
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"Maia Rutledge, yeah. I think she likes m-- wait, she's in the Junior Achiever's Club?))
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