Roy Mustang {D3}

Roy Mustang {D3} Aug 12, 2014 23:34:11 GMT -5

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Post by Python on Aug 12, 2014 23:34:11 GMT -5

R O Y M U S T A N G

"Oi, Mustang!"

He adjusted his collar and turned to acknowledge the voice. The evening's shadows did nothing to conceal the man's face from dimming streetlights; it was one of his regular drinking buddies, a friend with whom he could exchange casual pleasantries, as if Roy Mustang's life wasn't anything but casual. "Where you off to at this hour? Come have a drink with us!" Us must've meant that his other drinking buddies had tagged along, but unfortunately the raven-haired vigilante had other matters to attend to. "Not tonight. I'm going to see Elizabeth," he said, sporting his authoritative tone as a warning. His friends never questioned him when his demeanor turned professional, like that of a stoic soldier's.

"Your girlfriend?" he replied. A smug smile traced itself across his clean-shaven features. Riza would literally wring his neck dry of oxygen if she ever found out about this. "Yeah." There was a mischievous glint in his coal-stained irises. Elizabeth was just an alias he used to describe his partner in duty, but he had jokingly (and somewhat drunkenly) told his friends that she was his girlfriend to silence their prying. It only encouraged catcalls and coos of delight, but he always left it to their imagination. They didn't even know what color her hair was ~~(blonder than a sunrise)~~.

"Is that why you're always dressed so fancy?" he added, as Roy turned his back and raised his arm in a lazy wave. "Another night, Jean." Women were not the reason he dressed to impress, it was merely a preference. He enjoyed cleaning himself up nicely and wearing professional attire, even if his practice didn't call for it. His future career as a Peacekeeper would force him into uniform, and he liked that idea even better. Anything that adorned his appearance with an air of authority and importance suited him well. He was keen on self-promotion and inflating his ego like that.

When he reached her house, he knocked in a sequence of five, four, three, five, four, two, and waited with his hands behind his back. The little sphere of yellow light in the peephole vanished for a moment, and then with a "click" the knob was twisted, the door swung open and he found himself face-to-face with a blonde head of hair named, "Hawkeye." A name suited to her talent with a gun, this was his partner in crime - or rather, his partner in eliminating crime, Riza Hawkeye.

"Mustang."

They addressed each other by last name for fun, but when they joined the Peacekeepers it would become a formality.

"May I come in?"

She stepped aside as an invitation. "I have evidence for you," she started the moment he passed the door frame, and he smirked; Riza never wasted any time. She was a woman all about profession, always willing to get the job done as swiftly and stoically as possible. He admired her for it, because in that sense they were one in the same. "Oh?" He raised a hopeful eyebrow. Destroying the evidence of their escapades was his favorite part, and they both knew it. She was probably already thinking about how he would have too much fun with this.

"Try not to have too much fun." It was as if on cue. She knew him so well, and he knew her.

Her father was the reason they met. He had been a teacher willing to pass down his skills in combat and gun-wielding only to the most worthy and obedient students, and Roy practically had to swallow his pride and beg for the man to take him under his wing. It required a lot of hard work, dedication and time away from home, but that was all easy. Roy was a diligent man, and with his aunt as his only remaining guardian (a gruff bar hostess working at an establishment he frequented, which seemed to be the reason why he had a false reputation for debauchery) it was easy to stray away from home. During the training itself, he hardly interacted with Riza, treating her as a classmate rather than a comrade. It wasn't until her father died that they formed a bond, and it wasn't until she caught him apprehending criminals that they found themselves with an identical goal.

"And you think this will help you become a Peacekeeper?" she had said.

Mentally, yes. It would prepare him for their vigorous training exercises. If he had real life experience, what could they possibly throw at him that could stun him? Once recruited, he would display superior mentality and combat training compared to the other recruits. Success was inevitable.

They could never find out about his extracurricular activities, however. Fighting crime without the proper authority was illegal - it was actually murder if the encounter ended with a death. Roy is a tactician, he knew this. That was why they destroyed evidence - to erase their presence, despite their names having been whispered to many different ears, establishing infamous reputations for both members of the duet. Peacekeepers can't base fact upon rumors, however, so no matter what they heard they couldn't deny Roy his acceptance. As long as there was no evidence, he was safe from rejection.

The evidence was gathered in a trash bag in her backyard. As thunder rumbled above their heads, he pulled out his flask, popped the top off and started to fling liquid streaks across black material. Gasoline. Always handy to carry on his person. When he finished decorating the bundle, he withdrew his matchbox, stuck one in his teeth and shoved both containers back into his pockets. "I know where he's going to strike next," Riza suddenly spoke up. He arched a quizzical brow, only somewhat surprised at the news about their latest criminal. "Oh really?" he struck the match and tossed it into the pile, watching the orange ignite like miniature fireworks. Overhead, the clouds continued to grumble.

"Edwina Elric might get there before we do."

Ah yes, good old Edwina. Everyone's favorite short stack. "Fullmetal?" He liked that nickname for her. It matched well with the state of her limbs, and the state of her mind - full of nuts and bolts. He smirked at his own smug joke, but honestly as much as he bickered with the pipsqueak, Edwina was her own version of a genius, and a useful ally. Especially with that younger brother of hers.

"We'll get there before she does," he reassured her. Lights flickered across her complexion as they stood in front of the dismantling evidence, and she didn't seem convinced.

A drop of ice water snapped him out of focus.

Enough of the evidence had been scorched by the time the downpour started, but Roy still found himself disgruntled. They needed all of it melted to ash, every last bit.

Riza audibly sighed. "You've always been useless in the rain."

He sighed with her.

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