[closed] long live the king (no dead dads though promise)

[ontheline]

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?

Comments

[weaponsgrade]

[Colonel Jungle Explorer is pretty sure that Maes' afterlife is gonna be the death of him. He has never felt more out of place than here, in a jungle teeming with humidity and insects and (probably poisonous) foliage. And if all that doesn't get him, he'll end up tripping over something somewhere and crack his head open on some incline hidden by said (likely poisonous) foliage.

... He may not be in the best of moods, but really, what else is new?

Here's the thing, though: completely out of his element or not, he's noticed a few things here and there. Who couldn't? Evidence here and there that maybe they aren't alone on this planet and Roy's not entirely sure that's a good thing.

Or entirely certain that it's a bad thing, either. It remains up in the air, judgement reserved until something happens. Because if Roy is certain about one thing, it's that something is going to happen. Whether it happens before or after this planet claims its latest alchemist victim, he can't say.

Probably after, because currently his boot is stuck under a root he just tripped on. His answer to Maes' question is an inarticulate growl as he pulls his foot free that probably means something like can I burn it to the ground yet?]

Is there a point to this?

[Oh, look, he managed actual words. And, look, his foot is free. Small victories, man. Small victories.]