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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 8, 2007 22:25:05 GMT -5
A knock came at the door of Brigadier General Mustang's office. Oh...I hope I not too late in returning from my outpost up north... Upon hearing no responce from the inside a young girl let herself into Mustang's office. She was wearing her uniform from her former outpost in the north. It seemed counter-intutive, the uniform including a miniskirt in the frigid cold weather up there. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, a few bangs hanging in her face. She walked to Mustang's desk and saluted him, her childish smile vanishing and replaced with a serious expression the instant her hand met her forehead. "Excuse me? Brigadier General Mustang? Pleased to meet you, I'm Colonel Hawkbelle. I apologize for my lateness. I'm hoping that you recieved my message regarding my mission in the north." Mustang stood and saluted his new arrival. at least she knocked he thought to himself. B.G.Mustang-"Welcome Colonel Hawkbell.No you're not too late in arriving.Please sit down" He indicated the seat in front of him for her to sit,then repeated all the information he relayed to her team mates earlier.He dismissed her for the night and reopened the casefile to finish the paperwork inside.After spreading the papers out on his desk and reading a few,he stood and went to the window.The sky was clouding up,rain was coming. B.G.Mustang-"Looks like I'll finish at home" He refiled the papers on the desk and left his office.
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Post by Penguin Master on Jan 9, 2007 21:09:34 GMT -5
Major Jingles popped back through the door to the meeting room with a bunch of confetti dangling from her hair. She smoothed out her uniform and did a salute, telling her own little profile. "I am Major Jingles, The Moxie Alchemist. Some say my alchemy is quite silly, but I'm not fully on my rocker myself! My goal is to bring joy to all the little boys and girls, and the real reason I joined this army is because a dear friend of my put her gun to my head and ordered me to." Gen emoghostskirt was thinking 'that made absolutely no sense whatsoever.' "Could you possibly explain that a little better Major Jingles I dont really get what you alchemy does." she said calmly. She decided to speak because nobody else in the group had said anything. Then looked at her pocket watch "Oh wow its getting late I have somewhere i must be...." she said trailing off." You will have to explain it tomorrow Major Jinges sorry to cut you off." she apollogized then said " You are all dismissed for the day and then went to gather her stuff.
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Post by hylianhitokiri on Jan 9, 2007 23:13:56 GMT -5
Gen emoghostskirt was thinking 'that made absolutely no sense whatsoever.' "Could you possibly explain that a little better Major Jingles I dont really get what you alchemy does." she said calmly. She decided to speak because nobody else in the group had said anything. Then looked at her pocket watch "Oh wow its getting late I have somewhere i must be...." she said trailing off." You will have to explain it tomorrow Major Jinges sorry to cut you off." she apollogized then said " You are all dismissed for the day and then went to gather her stuff. After his dismissal, Lt. Col. Armstrong grabbed his coat and looked up at the sky. It was a dark, dull, and nearly solid gray. His mustache itched a little bit, and he thought to himself It looks like rain today... that's a bad omen. The joy and happiness of meeting his new comrades had dissipated somewhat in the face of this divine sign. Armstrong set a cap above his large head, whose face now wore a grim and serious expression, almost set in stone. The last time it rained before a mission was the Ishbal operation... The Lt. Col. walked home, but it didn't rain until he got inside. He saw that it was late and, seeing that it was late, dressed into his nightclothes and hopped into bed after blowing out the candle beside his bed. Armstrong lay awake on his back for what seemed like an eternity. Something didn't feel very right about this mission. He turned on his side and blinked, but when he opened his eyes, he soon found he wasn't in his room. He was in Ishbal. ---------- Shellfire and explosions rang through the night. Under a heavy rain that had lasted since he left Central a week ago, Armstrong found himself in the midst of burning buildings. A young girl was in his arms, dead. Tears streamed down his war-beaten face. "WHY? WHY?" Armstrong asked the uncaring sky, which was now alive with flame. He felt an explosion rock the earth beside him, throwing up clumps of earth and destroying what someone once called home. Flames licked at the air, and a wave of energy washed over Armstrong's half-dressed figure. Armstrong continued to sob as another shell explosion rocked the night. -------- Sweating all over in the cold night, the Lt. Col. snapped awake, eyes wide open. His pulse was pounding, his heart felt like it was going to burst free of his ribcage. Breathing in ragged, fitful gasps, Armstrong felt his face and found that his eyes were wet with tears. He found himself staring at the ceiling for an eternity longer before the embrace of sleep found Armstrong once again. This time, his sleep was undisturbed by the ghosts of his past. At around 0800, Armstrong was awakened by the rain pelting his window. As he was dressing, Armstrong sincerely hoped that his dream and the rain weren't pointing to the conclusion he was drawing. Around 1200, he left his house in his uniform for the meeting point his Gen. Emoghostskirt had designated and hoped for the best. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brig. Gen. Nate drove up to the 10th Street Bar at around 1600 hours. But saying he drove up would be describing it wrong; it was more like he floated there on a cloud. In his black coat, he found himself twirling around outside the bar entrance, cane in one hand and hat in the other. After about a minute of Nate twirling, humming to himself, and drawing odd stares from passersby, the barkeep pulled him in and sat him down in a stool. He asked the Brig. Gen. how it went, to which he just said "Amazing, as always. Great food can only get better with a great woman having it with you, and I had the pleasure of that. Now, I'll have a dark chocolate raspberry cake with a glass of red, Stan." Stan slid the cake and a glass of red across the counter to the swanky bar's most famous regular. The 1-star general took a small bite of the rich chocolate cake. He felt the flavors dance around his tongue, the tart raspberry complimenting the dark and silky chocolate flavor. He followed it up with a sip of wine and sat back to enjoy the jazzy tune the band, which was led by a certain Count Basie, had started up. Once they finished, Nate looked around the star-studded bar and saw that he was the only one clad in military blue. He pulled his trumpet mouthpiece and asked the band leader if he could play with the group. The trumpet section agreed unanimously, as the Brig. Gen. was famous throughout the brass community as the 5-Star 1-Star. The band leader had little to do but agree, and, after a minute of warming up, Nate joined the group in an upbeat shuffle piece. Hell, I might as well play until everyone gets here. Let's hope they don't take too long.
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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 10, 2007 3:20:37 GMT -5
General Mist on Fire looked at the scrap of paper with the address Brigadier General Nate had hastily scribbled and handed to her and Major Mamuru. -a bar? who has meetings in a bar?-she thought to herself.She turned and left without a word to the Major and headed off to the address.She would be early,but would also have a chance to relax and get to know the local color.The scene with Major Mamuru continued to turn over and over in her mind with some concern.There was no doubt that something was amiss with her team mate.As she approached the 10th street bar,she heard jazz music playing through the open door and stepped inside.
G.M.O.F.-"What the....?"
She saw her team's C.O.up on stage playing a trumpet as though he belonged there.He looked at ease and completely opposite in temperment from Major Mamuru.
"How in the world did I get assigned to such an eccentric team?"she said out loud to no one in particular.She sat at the back of the room,ordered a light drink and enjoyed the show.-this is going to be a long night-
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Edward Elric wandered the streets of Central for hours after leaving Mustang's office.He knew Al would be worried about him and be waiting at their new home in Central.In a twist of irony,Ed had been assigned to live in the last place in Central he ever wanted to see;the home that was formerly Shou Tucker's estate. By military law he was required to reside in property owned and controlled by the State,and the mansion was the only vacant property available upon his return to permanent residence in Central. He despised it and spent as little time there as possible and was thankful he would be able to get away from it even longer come morning.As he stepped through the iron gates and walked to the door he remembered the first time he arrived here.A time when this house was his home,even though he was only a houseguest.Now,5 years later,it belonged to him and he couldn't bring himself to call it that. He quietly slipped inside the door and went upstairs to his old room and undressed for bed.After a half hour of tossing back and forth in the dark,he fell into a troubled sleep.
Ed- -half asleep- ".....Nina.............."
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Post by Penguin Master on Jan 10, 2007 15:46:54 GMT -5
After his dismissal, Lt. Col. Armstrong grabbed his coat and looked up at the sky. It was a dark, dull, and nearly solid gray. His mustache itched a little bit, and he thought to himself It looks like rain today... that's a bad omen. The joy and happiness of meeting his new comrades had dissipated somewhat in the face of this divine sign. Armstrong set a cap above his large head, whose face now wore a grim and serious expression, almost set in stone. The last time it rained before a mission was the Ishbal operation... The Lt. Col. walked home, but it didn't rain until he got inside. He saw that it was late and, seeing that it was late, dressed into his nightclothes and hopped into bed after blowing out the candle beside his bed. Armstrong lay awake on his back for what seemed like an eternity. Something didn't feel very right about this mission. He turned on his side and blinked, but when he opened his eyes, he soon found he wasn't in his room. He was in Ishbal. ---------- Shellfire and explosions rang through the night. Under a heavy rain that had lasted since he left Central a week ago, Armstrong found himself in the midst of burning buildings. A young girl was in his arms, dead. Tears streamed down his war-beaten face. "WHY? WHY?" Armstrong asked the uncaring sky, which was now alive with flame. He felt an explosion rock the earth beside him, throwing up clumps of earth and destroying what someone once called home. Flames licked at the air, and a wave of energy washed over Armstrong's half-dressed figure. Armstrong continued to sob as another shell explosion rocked the night. -------- Sweating all over in the cold night, the Lt. Col. snapped awake, eyes wide open. His pulse was pounding, his heart felt like it was going to burst free of his ribcage. Breathing in ragged, fitful gasps, Armstrong felt his face and found that his eyes were wet with tears. He found himself staring at the ceiling for an eternity longer before the embrace of sleep found Armstrong once again. This time, his sleep was undisturbed by the ghosts of his past. At around 0800, Armstrong was awakened by the rain pelting his window. As he was dressing, Armstrong sincerely hoped that his dream and the rain weren't pointing to the conclusion he was drawing. Around 1200, he left his house in his uniform for the meeting point his Gen. Emoghostskirt had designated and hoped for the best. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . [/i][/quote] General emoghostskirt had gathered her stuff and walked out the door when it started raining. "Oh great it's raining..oh well dosen't matter anyway." she said then continued walking she actually enjoyed watching the rain, but not actually being in it. She went to her house not bothering to put the hood of her cape up. When she got back it was midnight and she decided to not bother going upstairs and just stared at the ceiling for hours. She stayed there untill about 0600 when she finaly fell asleep only to be awoken by her rather loud alarm clock and pet cat. She didn't expect it so she fell off the couch. *Sigh* "Well another all nighter it seems" she said half asleep. She then got up and got ready then went to the meeting place she had assigned, the roof of central library, and used her alchemy to lay down a dry flooring on it. Then sat near the edge of the roof. She was half asleep waiting for the others to show up. By the time anyone had arrived she was sleeping soundly on the edge of the roof. So she had not noticed the Major's arrival.
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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 10, 2007 18:55:10 GMT -5
Mustang stood and saluted his new arrival. at least she knocked he thought to himself. B.G.Mustang-"Welcome Colonel Hawkbell.No you're not too late in arriving.Please sit down" He indicated the seat in front of him for her to sit,then repeated all the information he relayed to her team mates earlier.He dismissed her for the night and reopened the casefile to finish the paperwork inside.After spreading the papers out on his desk and reading a few,he stood and went to the window.The sky was clouding up,rain was coming. B.G.Mustang-"Looks like I'll finish at home" He refiled the papers on the desk and left his office. Mustang arrived home shortly before the rain started and sat at his desk near the window.He turned on his small desk lamp and pulled open the file again to resume the paperwork he tried to start earlier.As he tried to read,the sound of the rain falling outside and against the window was lulling him to sleep.He switched off the desk lamp and cradled his head in his crossed arms on the desk.The paperwork was left unfinished as Mustang fell asleep.
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Post by Loyal Canine on Jan 10, 2007 19:27:58 GMT -5
Col. Canine decided sleep was best for a good day starting tomorrow. She flipped the covers over her, kicking off her socks and getting dressed for bed. She set her alarm for 5am, and then turned out the lamp on her bedside table. She yawned and then turned and fell sound asleep.
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Post by hylianhitokiri on Jan 10, 2007 20:05:34 GMT -5
General Mist on Fire looked at the scrap of paper with the address Brigadier General Nate had hastily scribbled and handed to her and Major Mamuru. -a bar? who has meetings in a bar?-she thought to herself.She turned and left without a word to the Major and headed off to the address.She would be early,but would also have a chance to relax and get to know the local color.The scene with Major Mamuru continued to turn over and over in her mind with some concern.There was no doubt that something was amiss with her team mate.As she approached the 10th street bar,she heard jazz music playing through the open door and stepped inside. G.M.O.F.-"What the....?" She saw her team's C.O.up on stage playing a trumpet as though he belonged there.He looked at ease and completely opposite in temperment from Major Mamuru. "How in the world did I get assigned to such an eccentric team?"she said out loud to no one in particular.She sat at the back of the room,ordered a light drink and enjoyed the show .-this is going to be a long night- The band finished its latest song on a high note. Brig. Gen. Nate pulled the trumpet away from his lips. An excited tingle jumped across his nerves, but this pleasant sensation was over-ridden by the pain on the sides of his mouth and the fatigue on his tongue. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he politely turned down the band's request to play another song. As Nate sat down in a chair next to an occupied table, he heard a feminine voice like the tinkling of bells (OOC: forgive the cliche XD) say "Blew everyone away again, dear." He turned around and nearly fell off his chair as his eyes were greeted by the comforting sight of his girlfriend in a wet raincoat. Nate smiled and walked over beside her and put his arms around her in a warm embrace. Her arms, cold from the rain and wind outside, held his, and for a moment, all was still as the couple lived in the moment, oblivious of the world around them. The 5-Star 1-Star had turned into Nate once more and gave the lady he was embracing a light kiss on the cheek and asked her if she wanted something warm to drink, to which she replied, "That would be lovely" with a warm smile and a small laugh. He came back with a pot of tea and two cups in his left hand and a plate with two small cakes and forks in his right. As he poured tea into the cups, Nate raised his head and saw a familiar figure clad in military garb. He squinted a bit, garnering some odd looks from his girlfriend, and broke out in a smile as he recognized who it was. Arm waving frantically, Nate cried out "General! Over here! Got someone I want you to meet!"
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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 10, 2007 20:36:46 GMT -5
The band finished its latest song on a high note. Brig. Gen. Nate pulled the trumpet away from his lips. An excited tingle jumped across his nerves, but this pleasant sensation was over-ridden by the pain on the sides of his mouth and the fatigue on his tongue. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he politely turned down the band's request to play another song. As Nate sat down in a chair next to an occupied table, he heard a feminine voice like the tinkling of bells (OOC: forgive the cliche XD) say "Blew everyone away again, dear." He turned around and nearly fell off his chair as his eyes were greeted by the comforting sight of his girlfriend in a wet raincoat. Nate smiled and walked over beside her and put his arms around her in a warm embrace. Her arms, cold from the rain and wind outside, held his, and for a moment, all was still as the couple lived in the moment, oblivious of the world around them. The 5-Star 1-Star had turned into Nate once more and gave the lady he was embracing a light kiss on the cheek and asked her if she wanted something warm to drink, to which she replied, "That would be lovely" with a warm smile and a small laugh. He came back with a pot of tea and two cups in his left hand and a plate with two small cakes and forks in his right. As he poured tea into the cups, Nate raised his head and saw a familiar figure clad in military garb. He squinted a bit, garnering some odd looks from his girlfriend, and broke out in a smile as he recognized who it was. Arm waving frantically, Nate cried out "General! Over here! Got someone I want you to meet!" General Mist on Fire looked and saw Nate waving his arm frantically to be called over.She got her drink and wandered over to his table and pulled out a chair. G.M.O.F."...And here I thought General Mustang was the smoothie around here." She smiled and sat down. "Great set by the way.Let me buy you a drink" Mist ordered a new round for the table and the three clinked glasses and talked and laughed for the rest of the night.They got up and danced and Mist took a turn on stage and sang a few songs off key which garnered more laughter from her companions.As she staggered back to the table covered in glasses and bottles,the bartender called out "LAST CALL!!"
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Post by hylianhitokiri on Jan 10, 2007 21:36:15 GMT -5
General Mist on Fire looked and saw Nate waving his arm frantically to be called over.She got her drink and wandered over to his table and pulled out a chair. G.M.O.F."...And here I thought General Mustang was the smoothie around here." She smiled and sat down. "Great set by the way.Let me buy you a drink" Mist ordered a new round for the table and the three clinked glasses and talked and laughed for the rest of the night.They got up and danced and Mist took a turn on stage and sang a few songs off key which garnered more laughter from her companions.As she staggered back to the table covered in glasses and bottles,the bartender called out "LAST CALL!!" To which Nate replied rather loudly and drunkenly "Aw c'mon Shtan! Jusht a lit'l' longer!" His girlfriend gave a hearty "Hear, hear!" and let out a tiny belch, which launched her into a fit of hysterical giggling. The bartender told them them that he'd let them stay while he cleaned up, but as soon as one of them made a mess, he'd "haul their sorry ***es out in the rain." Soon enough, Nate accidentally smashed a bottle of red wine on the wall and the trio found themselves out in the rain with nothing but a glass of whiskey and a glass of red. Nate's girlfriend, who held her alcohol better than the two generals, stumbled off in the rainy night to her flat that was a block away and made it home safely. Major and Nate, on the other hand, pounded violently on the door, demanding more booze and cake. After about 5 minutes of door pounding, 5 MPs showed up and barked, "Gen. Mist on Fire and Brig. Gen Nathan! If you do not cease and desist your violent activity by the count of 3, we will be forced to use force against you to keep the peace!" The squad leader counted slowly to three, but the duo kept pounding on the door. Nate was now making some outrageous demands about gourmet food from the East, while Major kept demanding a whiskey and cola very loudly, in addition to an umbrella for the rain. Once the MP hit 3, the MPs grabbed Mist and Nate, who didn't struggle, but rather began singing the Amestrian national anthem very loudly. With two intoxicated generals in tow, the 5 MPs went off to their HQ, where the drunken duo were set down in chairs at the mercy of the squad leader.
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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 10, 2007 22:56:28 GMT -5
To which Nate replied rather loudly and drunkenly "Aw c'mon Shtan! Jusht a lit'l' longer!" His girlfriend gave a hearty "Hear, hear!" and let out a tiny belch, which launched her into a fit of hysterical giggling. The bartender told them them that he'd let them stay while he cleaned up, but as soon as one of them made a mess, he'd "haul their sorry ***es out in the rain." Soon enough, Nate accidentally smashed a bottle of red wine on the wall and the trio found themselves out in the rain with nothing but a glass of whiskey and a glass of red. Nate's girlfriend, who held her alcohol better than the two generals, stumbled off in the rainy night to her flat that was a block away and made it home safely. Major and Nate, on the other hand, pounded violently on the door, demanding more booze and cake. After about 5 minutes of door pounding, 5 MPs showed up and barked, "Gen. Mist on Fire and Brig. Gen Nathan! If you do not cease and desist your violent activity by the count of 3, we will be forced to use force against you to keep the peace!" The squad leader counted slowly to three, but the duo kept pounding on the door. Nate was now making some outrageous demands about gourmet food from the East, while Major kept demanding a whiskey and cola very loudly, in addition to an umbrella for the rain. Once the MP hit 3, the MPs grabbed Mist and Nate, who didn't struggle, but rather began singing the Amestrian national anthem very loudly. With two intoxicated generals in tow, the 5 MPs went off to their HQ, where the drunken duo were set down in chairs at the mercy of the squad leader. G.M.O.F.-"Where's my glass?!?!? I seem to have lost it.Bring me another!!" The MP squad leader looked at them both and shook his head sadly."Someone call Mustang right away and get a car for him.I think these two are in the mission he's running tomorrow.",he said to another MP. MP2-"We tried Sir,he's not in his office.I believe he went home hours ago." MPSL-"Then call him at home and wake him up!!" MP2-"Sir!" ......................... The phone rang on Mustang's desk and he woke with a start,scattering the papers on his desk onto the floor. "Da mn it!!!" he shook off sleep and answered the phone angrily,"This is Mustang..." -and it better be good- he thought MP2 -voice on phone-"Sir....we have two participants of your mission tomorrow held here at the MP HQ.We're sending a car for you now." B.G.Mustang,-"Thank you.I'll be ready" He angrily slammed down the phone and picked up the scattered paper and threw them back onto the desk.He looked at the clock.3:12 AM.Rain was still pounding on the windows.He growled softly to himself as he put on his rain parka and the car arrived as promised. When he arrived at the MP holding room he saw Brigadier General Nate slumped in a chair softly singing to the MP trying to hold him up and General Mist On Fire demanding to know where her lost liquor bottle was.He turned to the MP squad leader waiting for him. B.G.Mustang-"What happened here? Why are they drunk?" MPSL-"These two were arrested for public disturbance of the peace outside the 10th street bar about an hour ago" B.G.Mustang-"I see." G.M.O.F-"MUSTANG!!!!! Tell these guys to bring me my liquor bottle!!! NOW!!" She fell backwards half into the wooden chair behind her and straightened herself up."Hey! The waitress was right! You're cute when you're angry" B.G.Mustang-"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" He moved closer to stand over both of them and continued. "As the mission CO,your team is now disqualified and will not participate in the mission tomorrow.Brigadier General Nate...you will be reassigned when you sober up. And General,with all due respect,I recommend you go home. Now!" G.M.O.F.- still quite drunk-"yeah...yeah...I hear ya.Idinnnn wanna be in itt anyway" Mustang turned back to speak with the squad leader again."Take her home.I'll deal with the Brigadier General in the morning.He stays here." MPSL-"Sir!" Mustang left the MP headquarters and returned home to get a few more hours of sleep.He thought to himself tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
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Post by Penguin Master on Jan 11, 2007 15:26:15 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . [/i][/quote] General emoghostskirt had gathered her stuff and walked out the door when it started raining. "Oh great it's raining..oh well dosen't matter anyway." she said then continued walking she actually enjoyed watching the rain, but not actually being in it. She went to her house not bothering to put the hood of her cape up. When she got back it was midnight and she decided to not bother going upstairs and just stared at the ceiling for hours. She stayed there untill about 0600 when she finaly fell asleep only to be awoken by her rather loud alarm clock and pet cat. She didn't expect it so she fell off the couch. *Sigh* "Well another all nighter it seems" she said half asleep. She then got up and got ready then went to the meeting place she had assigned, the roof of central library, and used her alchemy to lay down a dry flooring on it. Then sat near the edge of the roof. She was half asleep waiting for the others to show up. By the time anyone had arrived she was sleeping soundly on the edge of the roof. So she had not noticed the Major's arrival.[/quote] ((this post is for den she asked me too in aim this is exactly what she wrote)) Den dashed across the campus to the library. After she had been dismissed, she had returned to her home, and had stayed up working on a few scarves that she intended to sell later, and had overslept* "Crap, crap, crap! I'm gonna be so late, the General's gonna demote me!!!"*she hurried to the library, only slowing when she got closer to the rendevous point* ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lieutenant Vato Falman studied the transfer papers in his hand. He had been re-assigned from Northern HQ to the command of Brig. Gen. Nate, but had been informed just this morning that Eastern HQ had been disqualified from the exercise. As it was, he was unsure where to report, but decided his best course of action would be to report to Brig. Gen. Mustang and receive further instructions from him.
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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 11, 2007 18:15:30 GMT -5
Mustang turned back to speak with the squad leader again."Take her home.I'll deal with the Brigadier General in the morning.He stays here." MPSL-"Sir!" Mustang left the MP headquarters and returned home to get a few more hours of sleep.He thought to himself tomorrow was going to be a very long day. The next morning,Mustang groggily pulled himself out of bed and ran his hands through his hair.The events of the previous night all came rushing back at once. B.G.Mustang-"Great! Now I have to take care of THAT problem too...." He got dressed and went to the MP Headquarters and was directed to Brigadier General Nate's cell.Mustang stood outside the bars a moment watching him sleep half draped across the cot in the cell.After a few minutes he decided it was time for him to wake up.He slipped on his alchemy glove and snapped into the cell.A small but very bright and loud explosion sounded in middair of the cell.
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Post by hylianhitokiri on Jan 11, 2007 18:46:54 GMT -5
The next morning,Mustang groggily pulled himself out of bed and ran his hands through his hair.The events of the previous night all came rushing back at once. B.G.Mustang-"Great! Now I have to take care of THAT problem too...." He got dressed and went to the MP Headquarters and was directed to Brigadier General Nate's cell.Mustang stood outside the bars a moment watching him sleep half draped across the cot in the cell.After a few minutes he decided it was time for him to wake up.He slipped on his alchemy glove and snapped into the cell.A small but very bright and loud explosion sounded in middair of the cell. Brigadier General Nate was running through a field in a polka-dotted military uniform. The wind was in his hair, the scents of freshly cut grass and daisies wafted through his nostrils, as he laughed like a little school girl. He was, at least, until the rude awakening of a small explosion brought him back to the unfortunate world where military uniforms were a gold-trimmed blue and a very, very pissed Brigadier General Roy Mustang stood outside of the jail cell he was in for making a buffoon of himself in a wasted stupor outside the 10th Street Bar last night. But Nate didn't know that yet. He stumbled around a little after his awakening, humming to himself with closed eyes and a smile on his face. Another snap of Mustang's fingers changed all that, and, with a yelp of surprise, Nate made good time to the floor, crying, "TAKE COVER!" After that, the full effects of last night came rushing to the forefront. His stomach swimming, heart pounding, and already-bad headache made worse from the small explosion above his head, Nate lurched over to the cell's toilet and vomited. While kneeling over the poor excuse for a porcelain throne the jail cell held, Nate wondered What the hell was that explosion... All I remember was seeing...Eyes snapping wide open (too fast, since his head exploded in agony), Nate stood up and snapped as smart of a salute as he could give in his hung-over state. A well-earned grimace, 1/3 from the pain, 2/3 from the pain he was about to receive, across his squinting face, Brigadier General (for as long as Mustang thought that title still fit Nate, that is) Nate let out a "Sir!" that sounded more like a whimper than a salute. He felt like vomiting again. But not from the hang over he had. From the one thought that kept looping in his brain: O dear Lord... please PLEASE don't let me get a desk job.
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Post by Mist On Fire on Jan 11, 2007 19:03:32 GMT -5
Brigadier General Nate was running through a field in a polka-dotted military uniform. The wind was in his hair, the scents of freshly cut grass and daisies wafted through his nostrils, as he laughed like a little school girl. He was, at least, until the rude awakening of a small explosion brought him back to the unfortunate world where military uniforms were a gold-trimmed blue and a very, very pissed Brigadier General Roy Mustang stood outside of the jail cell he was in for making a buffoon of himself in a wasted stupor outside the 10th Street Bar last night. But Nate didn't know that yet. He stumbled around a little after his awakening, humming to himself with closed eyes and a smile on his face. Another snap of Mustang's fingers changed all that, and, with a yelp of surprise, Nate made good time to the floor, crying, "TAKE COVER!" After that, the full effects of last night came rushing to the forefront. His stomach swimming, heart pounding, and already-bad headache made worse from the small explosion above his head, Nate lurched over to the cell's toilet and vomited. While kneeling over the poor excuse for a porcelain throne the jail cell held, Nate wondered What the hell was that explosion... All I remember was seeing...Eyes snapping wide open (too fast, since his head exploded in agony), Nate stood up and snapped as smart of a salute as he could give in his hung-over state. A well-earned grimace, 1/3 from the pain, 2/3 from the pain he was about to receive, across his squinting face, Brigadier General (for as long as Mustang thought that title still fit Nate, that is) Nate let out a "Sir!" that sounded more like a whimper than a salute. He felt like vomiting again. But not from the hang over he had. From the one thought that kept looping in his brain: O dear Lord... please PLEASE don't let me get a desk job.Brigadier General Mustang stood with his arms folded in front of him watching with disgust. B.G.Mustang-" Are you awake now? Or do you need more?"
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