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tampered2008-07-01 09:46 pm
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Log; Complete
When; The night of July the 1st.
Rating; PG
Characters; Roy Mustang (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
militantly) and Riza Hawkeye (guardianed)
Summary; Roy doesn't want to hobo it up, so Riza comes to give him a helping hand.
Log;
Considering his impressive rank and position, especially for his age, Roy Mustang was a surprisingly patient man. He had no problem occupying himself while waiting for a colleague to present themselves for a meeting unless they were working under a strict deadline.
As it was, he had been milling around Misery Square, taking great interest in the detail of the carousel and stopping by to watch as the people filtered in and out of Pandora's, Sunny Side Bakery and Cybernetics. Eventually, he stopped to take a sit at one of Café Juliet's patio tables. It was the most ideal location, he'd found, to survey the square from. No one could sneak up from behind him because to his back was a building, and the rest of the area was sprawled out in a comfortable half-circle around him. There were some people who closely resembled chimeras that he had to look twice at. He could be certain of one thing, not everyone in the City was human--at least not entirely so.
This observation made him realize just how uncomfortable he was with the many enemies he'd come to learn were in this city having the upperhand. They all knew the terrain, knew things about the City that he'd yet to learn--and all the while, with these matters weighing heavy on his mind, he was trying to tune out the obnoxious and yet somehow also ominous ticking that continued like a metronome in his head.
Rating; PG
Characters; Roy Mustang (
militantly) and Riza Hawkeye (guardianed)Summary; Roy doesn't want to hobo it up, so Riza comes to give him a helping hand.
Log;
Considering his impressive rank and position, especially for his age, Roy Mustang was a surprisingly patient man. He had no problem occupying himself while waiting for a colleague to present themselves for a meeting unless they were working under a strict deadline.
As it was, he had been milling around Misery Square, taking great interest in the detail of the carousel and stopping by to watch as the people filtered in and out of Pandora's, Sunny Side Bakery and Cybernetics. Eventually, he stopped to take a sit at one of Café Juliet's patio tables. It was the most ideal location, he'd found, to survey the square from. No one could sneak up from behind him because to his back was a building, and the rest of the area was sprawled out in a comfortable half-circle around him. There were some people who closely resembled chimeras that he had to look twice at. He could be certain of one thing, not everyone in the City was human--at least not entirely so.
This observation made him realize just how uncomfortable he was with the many enemies he'd come to learn were in this city having the upperhand. They all knew the terrain, knew things about the City that he'd yet to learn--and all the while, with these matters weighing heavy on his mind, he was trying to tune out the obnoxious and yet somehow also ominous ticking that continued like a metronome in his head.