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ataraxionlogs2015-10-20 02:33 am
ontheline) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-10-20 02:33 am
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[closed] long live the king (no dead dads though promise)
CHARACTERS: Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes wander the jungle during stampedes. Whelp.
LOCATION: In the skirting jungles, in the path of said destruction on the 19th.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Hughes needs to keep his mouth shut sometimes.
[Living is a weird thing when you're technically dead. He has a schedule, a typical way of going from day to day, but it's also really damn weird when you know you're in your own personal 'afterlife'. Anyway, those are deep thoughts he can focus on when he's alone at night trying to close his eyes and sleep. Whatever. Bigger things to think about. Like how he can drag Roy out around the jungles for scouting, collecting, and whatever else happens to be out there. Truth be told, the combination of those newly found crypts and a sneakingly suspicious shrinking supply pile makes Hughes fear that maybe there's more going on than expected.
He's thinking maybe he should bring up this concerning observations to Roy, since he could use an extra pair of eyes. It'd be nice to figure out if they were alone on the planet and it was all in his head, buuuut... well, if they're not alone... yikes, right? Right. Time to drag Roy off to be a mountain man.
He's sorry but he's also not.
Instead he struts through the heavy greenery, chopping at the plantlife with a machete made out of ship scrap. He's always been way better with blades than guns, and it's paying off for him in a place like this. Though fortunately, he's never had a reason to use his throwing knives on people in particular. Small mercies.]
How's it going back there, Colonel Jungle Explorer?
Missing city life?
LOCATION: In the skirting jungles, in the path of said destruction on the 19th.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Hughes needs to keep his mouth shut sometimes.
[Living is a weird thing when you're technically dead. He has a schedule, a typical way of going from day to day, but it's also really damn weird when you know you're in your own personal 'afterlife'. Anyway, those are deep thoughts he can focus on when he's alone at night trying to close his eyes and sleep. Whatever. Bigger things to think about. Like how he can drag Roy out around the jungles for scouting, collecting, and whatever else happens to be out there. Truth be told, the combination of those newly found crypts and a sneakingly suspicious shrinking supply pile makes Hughes fear that maybe there's more going on than expected.
He's thinking maybe he should bring up this concerning observations to Roy, since he could use an extra pair of eyes. It'd be nice to figure out if they were alone on the planet and it was all in his head, buuuut... well, if they're not alone... yikes, right? Right. Time to drag Roy off to be a mountain man.
He's sorry but he's also not.
Instead he struts through the heavy greenery, chopping at the plantlife with a machete made out of ship scrap. He's always been way better with blades than guns, and it's paying off for him in a place like this. Though fortunately, he's never had a reason to use his throwing knives on people in particular. Small mercies.]
How's it going back there, Colonel Jungle Explorer?
Missing city life?
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Shut your face.
As he flips over with a groan, he hesitates — and then reaches toward.]
Huh...
Don't suppose this could be why we almost got ourselves stampeded on?
[When he flips over to sit up, he holds out a rather large and bloodied spearhead.]
no subject
He looks at what Maes is holding and just... just blinks at it for a second.]
I'd run from that, too.
no subject
We're not alone, then.
Thought so.
[Well.
Fuck.]