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Log :: COMPLETE
When; Monday Evening
Rating; PG-13 forpossible violence on Roy's part.
Characters;First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
guardianed and Colonel Roy Mustang flameroy
Summary; Roy has realised that after two years of not using Alchemy in any way, shape or form. He's gotten slightly rusty. His sparring match against Elena a few weeks back was enough to prove that he needed to train, and it's only been with the threat of the homunculus Lust that he's realised that he needs to get back into shape. He isn't expecting to be able to do things as intricately as before, although he hopes he'll be able to manage it. He's asked Hawkeye along for moral support, and a little protection should he need it.
Log;
Roy was mulling things over whilst he sat in his flat, on one of the couches in the living room. A part of him wished that he'd not attempted to be so smart with Riza and suggest that they meet here. He wanted to get out as soon as was humanly possible. He needed to be training, and he needed the Lieutenant with him for moral support. Of course she would deny that her presence would be needed, but when would she ever understand how helpful she was to him? Standing to his feet, he made the decision to hopefully meet her on the stairs, or perhaps outside the building. It wasn't as if there was another way that she would be able to get to his apartment. It was nowhere near seven o'clock anyway, and even though Hawkeye was prompt she wouldn't be fifteen minutes early on his behalf.
He hauled on his long coat, and pulled his gloves on, rubbing the fabric of his thumb and forefinger together gently as he made his way out of the door. The stairs were taken at a pace he usually reserved for emergencies, and he checked around outside for signs of any untoward activity. He was far too aware that there was at least one person who was after the opportunity to fight him - but he was hoping that he would be able to oil his abilities enough to defeat the Homunculus before he had to face up to her - as much as he hated to admit that he needed more time - he wasn't stupid enough to throw himself into a battle he would definately lose.
Rating; PG-13 forpossible violence on Roy's part.
Characters;First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye
guardianed and Colonel Roy Mustang flameroySummary; Roy has realised that after two years of not using Alchemy in any way, shape or form. He's gotten slightly rusty. His sparring match against Elena a few weeks back was enough to prove that he needed to train, and it's only been with the threat of the homunculus Lust that he's realised that he needs to get back into shape. He isn't expecting to be able to do things as intricately as before, although he hopes he'll be able to manage it. He's asked Hawkeye along for moral support, and a little protection should he need it.
Log;
Roy was mulling things over whilst he sat in his flat, on one of the couches in the living room. A part of him wished that he'd not attempted to be so smart with Riza and suggest that they meet here. He wanted to get out as soon as was humanly possible. He needed to be training, and he needed the Lieutenant with him for moral support. Of course she would deny that her presence would be needed, but when would she ever understand how helpful she was to him? Standing to his feet, he made the decision to hopefully meet her on the stairs, or perhaps outside the building. It wasn't as if there was another way that she would be able to get to his apartment. It was nowhere near seven o'clock anyway, and even though Hawkeye was prompt she wouldn't be fifteen minutes early on his behalf.
He hauled on his long coat, and pulled his gloves on, rubbing the fabric of his thumb and forefinger together gently as he made his way out of the door. The stairs were taken at a pace he usually reserved for emergencies, and he checked around outside for signs of any untoward activity. He was far too aware that there was at least one person who was after the opportunity to fight him - but he was hoping that he would be able to oil his abilities enough to defeat the Homunculus before he had to face up to her - as much as he hated to admit that he needed more time - he wasn't stupid enough to throw himself into a battle he would definately lose.