06/27/07 // IC!Ed and NPC Military Man 1
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omg_fmaWho: IC!Ed and NPC Military Man 1 (with brief cameo by Drunk Man 2)
When: 06/27/07
Rating: R (language)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: In which an upstanding military gentleman boasts of his recent violent exploits regarding a certain Ishbalan lad, and Ed is decidedly Not Impressed.
IC!Ed: *heading back to the apartment from the park, brow furrowed in confusion since he couldn't find Mal there to give him the electric cords, which are currently stuffed into his coat pockets. starts to approach a loud pub on the way, grimaces a bit at all the noise coming out of the open door*
Military Man 1: *stumbles out of the pub, his arm around Man 2's shoulder, red-faced and clutching a bottle in one hand; he is wearing civilian clothes but has a military hat still perched defiantly on his head* Should've seen 'in too, tryin' to blend in with this red jacket, like we wouldn't know jus' cause he wasn' wearin' one of those gay traditional dress-things, but tha's alright... *he hiccups with relish* We taught 'in not to try walkin' around like he owns the fuckin' city, like his type can just wander aroun' here...
IC!Ed: *frowns deeply at the two guys stumbling out of the pub right in front of him; they damn near knocked into him. notes the military hat and rolls his eyes* Drunk bastards... *wants to just ignore them and keep going, but they're sort of taking up the whole sidewalk. glares at their backsides, half-listening to their conversation*
Man 2: *bleary-eyed, nodding along with the story, weaving all over the sidewalk*
Military Man 1: *raises his other hand, the one that was behind Man 2, waving around the jacket that Ed trasmuted for Mal as though it were a flag - it's ripped in quite a few places and comprehensively blood-spattered* Showed the little fucker we did. *hiccup*
IC!Ed: *eyes go wide when he sees the jacket, breath catching in his throat and jaw dropping. once he gets over the initial shock, he narrows his eyes and steps forward, reaching over to grab the first drunken guy by the shoulder and whirl him around; not so easy since the guy's quite a bit taller than himself*
IC!Ed: Hey.
Military Man 1: *nearly loses his balance as he's spun around, taking a ridiculously-long amount of time to react; he searches around for the one who did it, before tilting his head down and seeing the short fucker who was responsible* What d'ya want boy? *shoulders off Man 2, unsteady on his feet, taking another swig from his bottle*
IC!Ed: *glares up at him for a second, then abruptly jabs a finger at the jacket in his hands* ...Where the fuck did you get that?
Military Man 1: *grins slowly and drunkenly, hiccuping* Y'wanna hear th' story, too? Alllrigh', so, I was walkin' along the street when I see this little Ishbalan fucker walkin' along, calm as you'll please, wearin' this. *he waves the bloody jacket inches from Ed's face, his depth perception apparently less than perfect* 'n so I turn to my friend an' I say ... *trails off, trying to remember his exact words* I says lookit him walkin' on the street like he belongs here...
IC!Ed: *lets him go on with the story, becoming increasingly irritated and angry as he does so but trying not to show it. keeps his glare on the guy steady, using up every shred of patience in him just keeping himself from throwing a punch that could crack the drunken asshole's head wide open. mentally debates the pros and cons of doing so in the middle of the sidewalk*
Military Man 1: *totally oblivious to Ed's reaction, keeps going* Now I was in the war same *hiccup* same as my frien's and we agree we don' wanna see those lil' shits around in our own home town, so we take him for a lil' walk to show 'im how things are. *reduced to a fit of giggles* An' man oh, you shoulda *takes a swig* you shoulda heard the way he was cryin' when I took out the knife...
IC!Ed: *still fuming furious, but totally not showing it as he also suddenly starts to laugh* Damn, I'll bet it was HILARIOUS, wasn't it?! Seeing that dumbass Ishbalan crying for getting attacked outta nowhere like that, I bet it really cracked you up!
Man 2: *has drifted off out of boredom, because he's already heard this story before*
Military Man 1: *totally does not get why Ed seems so surprised* Yeah, it was a real buzz, boy. 's been a long time since I've seen their kind around but I jus' can't believe the nerve of that fucker showin' his face, after my brother died in the war and we kicked their brown bitch asses. But you won' believe it, we got a call about some bastard shootin' in the park an' we had to leave before we could have some real fun with 'im.
IC!Ed: *nodding almost sagely, arms folded* Aww, damn, doncha just hate when the fun gets spoiled like that? *pauses for a second and then, still grinning a little evilly, replaces his vicious glare on the first drunk guy* So what'd you do with him before snatching that jacket right off his backside?
Military Man 1: *boasts* We beat the shiiiiit out of 'im. Scared the hell out of 'im too before we started, I thought the little guy was gonna piss himself when we told 'im what was comin' to his type. *finishes his bottle and tosses it aside - he is a jackass AND he litters* Fuckin' Ishbalans. Never seen someone bawling like that since the war, tryin' to get away, callin' for his fuckin' brother an' screamin' himself hoarse. *laughs uproariously*
IC!Ed: *joins in the laughing for a moment, letting it go on and escalate. then stops abruptly, eyes narrowed angrily, face set into a fierce look of utter rage and finally throws that punch he's been holding back right at the guy's jaw*
Military Man 1: *reels back, tumbling into a pile of garbage bags, still clutching tenaciously at Mal's jacket* ...THE FUCK WASTHA FOR Y'LIL FUCKER?
IC!Ed: *advances slowly, looking pretty damn intimidating with his fists clenched at his sides and his eyes flashing angrily. trying to control his voice when he speaks so that it comes out in a low, dangerous growl* That... was for being a fucking racist bastard that just can't get over wanting to relive the damned "glory days" of the war. *looming over the drunk now, reaches down to grab him by the collar*
Military Man 1: *laughs wildly, tossing his head back, as though it's the funniest thing in the world* As if you knew a fuckin' thing about war, you snot-nosed sonofuvawhore brat. I'ma fuckin' soldier. I'ma fuckin' HERO. You see this? *waves around his hat* Y'know what that means? It means I can do whatever the FUCK I want with those shits that LOST. I’s my right!
IC!Ed: Oh, I'm so impressed, dipshit. *practically baring his teeth before plunging a hand into his pocket and whipping out the silver pocketwatch* Y'see THIS, ASSHOLE?! In case you're too fuckin' piss drunk to tell, I'm a state alchemist and a major! Y'know what that means?!
Military Man 1: *spits at Ed's face* Ooooh, oh no, I'm real *hiccups* scareda your little shiny-ass alchemy thing. What'll I do? I get it. I get it. You're a fuckin' ... your one of those Ishbalan-lovin', girly, shit-faced--
IC!Ed: *throws yet another punch at the bastard's face*
Military Man 1: *can't dodge, obviously, he's way too drunk for it, but tries to punch back, missing by a mile*
IC!Ed *catches the hand that threw the punch and pulls their faces closer together, snarling low and dangerous into his face* And you're just another pathetic mother fucker that thinks he can take me on. *tries to yank the guy off the ground by the collar and throw him against the wall*
Military Man 1: *despite being much bigger lets himself be thrown like a rag doll, one hand fumbling in his pockets and coming out with a rather bloody knife* Y'wanna play too, huh? 's just as bad as bein' one, actin' like they deserve anythin' from us.
IC!Ed: *straightens, still glaring across at the guy* You idiots never learn, do you. *quickly claps his hands and slams them to the floor*
Military Man 1: *blinks once or twice ... ooh, bright light...*
IC!Ed: *the cement at the guy's feet reaches up to wrap around him and lock his arms into one position*
Military Man 1: *struggles against the cement to no avail, red faced and puffing in anger* Y'lil fucker, lemme outta this.
IC!Ed: *makes a grab for the jacket, which he made sure didn't get wrapped by the cement*
Military Man 1: *lets it go without a fuss, struggling against the cement, getting more freaked out by the second* Lemme. Out.
IC!Ed: *turns the jacket over in his hands, checking that it is, in fact, the same one he transmuted for Mal even though he's pretty sure that it definitely is. then turns back to the drunk and shakes the jacket in his face* See this? This jacket- *shakes it some more, getting pissed off again* THIS JACKET belongs to someone OUTSIDE of this fuckin' dimension! DO YOU GET THAT?!
Military Man 1: Dimenshun? *not getting it, doesn't even seem to understand what the word means; scraping his hands against the concrete* I'm not kiddin' y'lil brat, lemme out righ' the fuck NOW.
IC!Ed: *rolls his eyes, now adding annoyance to the rage because the guy is a complete and total idiot* He had nothing to do with the uprising, wasn't in the war, probably hadn't even heard of it! Which gives you absolutely NO RIGHT to beat on him!!
Military Man 1: *squinting, because there are a lot of words and he doesn't feel like listening, but he gets the last part* He was a fuckin' Ishbalan, was'n he?
IC!Ed: *continues to glare, drawing himself closer* Right now, I don't give a shit whether he was or wasn't. He was a friend of the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Military Man 1: *throws back his head and laughs* Yeah right. Lotta good that did 'im, huh? Didn' stop me from kicking his shitty lil' face in, so wha's it matter?
IC!Ed: *growls and throws a punch at the guy's nose, hoping to break it*
Man I: *still laughing drunkenly, his nose breaking easily and gushing blood down his face*
IC!Ed: *glowering* Why the military keeps useless pieces of shit like you around is beyond me.
Military Man 1: Dosn' matter if I'ma useless piece of shit if I can kill every one of those little fuckers, does it? Now lemme down 'n fight me y'lil coward *slurring, still trying to wriggle his way out of the concrete*
IC!Ed: *vein pops out on his head and another punch is thrown* WHO'RE YOU CALLING A BEANSPROUT MIDGET?!?!?!
Military Man 1: *is thrown back violently by this punch, cracking his head against the concrete and going still at last*
IC!Ed: *steps back, eyes wide and breathing hard. freaked out that he may have killed him, so briefly checks whether or not he's still alive. relaxes a little upon finding a pulse and decides to leave, taking Mal's jacket with him and feeling like the bastard deserved what he got. is definitely gonna go back to HQ just to report what he found out first thing in the morning*
When: 06/27/07
Rating: R (language)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: In which an upstanding military gentleman boasts of his recent violent exploits regarding a certain Ishbalan lad, and Ed is decidedly Not Impressed.
IC!Ed: *heading back to the apartment from the park, brow furrowed in confusion since he couldn't find Mal there to give him the electric cords, which are currently stuffed into his coat pockets. starts to approach a loud pub on the way, grimaces a bit at all the noise coming out of the open door*
Military Man 1: *stumbles out of the pub, his arm around Man 2's shoulder, red-faced and clutching a bottle in one hand; he is wearing civilian clothes but has a military hat still perched defiantly on his head* Should've seen 'in too, tryin' to blend in with this red jacket, like we wouldn't know jus' cause he wasn' wearin' one of those gay traditional dress-things, but tha's alright... *he hiccups with relish* We taught 'in not to try walkin' around like he owns the fuckin' city, like his type can just wander aroun' here...
IC!Ed: *frowns deeply at the two guys stumbling out of the pub right in front of him; they damn near knocked into him. notes the military hat and rolls his eyes* Drunk bastards... *wants to just ignore them and keep going, but they're sort of taking up the whole sidewalk. glares at their backsides, half-listening to their conversation*
Man 2: *bleary-eyed, nodding along with the story, weaving all over the sidewalk*
Military Man 1: *raises his other hand, the one that was behind Man 2, waving around the jacket that Ed trasmuted for Mal as though it were a flag - it's ripped in quite a few places and comprehensively blood-spattered* Showed the little fucker we did. *hiccup*
IC!Ed: *eyes go wide when he sees the jacket, breath catching in his throat and jaw dropping. once he gets over the initial shock, he narrows his eyes and steps forward, reaching over to grab the first drunken guy by the shoulder and whirl him around; not so easy since the guy's quite a bit taller than himself*
IC!Ed: Hey.
Military Man 1: *nearly loses his balance as he's spun around, taking a ridiculously-long amount of time to react; he searches around for the one who did it, before tilting his head down and seeing the short fucker who was responsible* What d'ya want boy? *shoulders off Man 2, unsteady on his feet, taking another swig from his bottle*
IC!Ed: *glares up at him for a second, then abruptly jabs a finger at the jacket in his hands* ...Where the fuck did you get that?
Military Man 1: *grins slowly and drunkenly, hiccuping* Y'wanna hear th' story, too? Alllrigh', so, I was walkin' along the street when I see this little Ishbalan fucker walkin' along, calm as you'll please, wearin' this. *he waves the bloody jacket inches from Ed's face, his depth perception apparently less than perfect* 'n so I turn to my friend an' I say ... *trails off, trying to remember his exact words* I says lookit him walkin' on the street like he belongs here...
IC!Ed: *lets him go on with the story, becoming increasingly irritated and angry as he does so but trying not to show it. keeps his glare on the guy steady, using up every shred of patience in him just keeping himself from throwing a punch that could crack the drunken asshole's head wide open. mentally debates the pros and cons of doing so in the middle of the sidewalk*
Military Man 1: *totally oblivious to Ed's reaction, keeps going* Now I was in the war same *hiccup* same as my frien's and we agree we don' wanna see those lil' shits around in our own home town, so we take him for a lil' walk to show 'im how things are. *reduced to a fit of giggles* An' man oh, you shoulda *takes a swig* you shoulda heard the way he was cryin' when I took out the knife...
IC!Ed: *still fuming furious, but totally not showing it as he also suddenly starts to laugh* Damn, I'll bet it was HILARIOUS, wasn't it?! Seeing that dumbass Ishbalan crying for getting attacked outta nowhere like that, I bet it really cracked you up!
Man 2: *has drifted off out of boredom, because he's already heard this story before*
Military Man 1: *totally does not get why Ed seems so surprised* Yeah, it was a real buzz, boy. 's been a long time since I've seen their kind around but I jus' can't believe the nerve of that fucker showin' his face, after my brother died in the war and we kicked their brown bitch asses. But you won' believe it, we got a call about some bastard shootin' in the park an' we had to leave before we could have some real fun with 'im.
IC!Ed: *nodding almost sagely, arms folded* Aww, damn, doncha just hate when the fun gets spoiled like that? *pauses for a second and then, still grinning a little evilly, replaces his vicious glare on the first drunk guy* So what'd you do with him before snatching that jacket right off his backside?
Military Man 1: *boasts* We beat the shiiiiit out of 'im. Scared the hell out of 'im too before we started, I thought the little guy was gonna piss himself when we told 'im what was comin' to his type. *finishes his bottle and tosses it aside - he is a jackass AND he litters* Fuckin' Ishbalans. Never seen someone bawling like that since the war, tryin' to get away, callin' for his fuckin' brother an' screamin' himself hoarse. *laughs uproariously*
IC!Ed: *joins in the laughing for a moment, letting it go on and escalate. then stops abruptly, eyes narrowed angrily, face set into a fierce look of utter rage and finally throws that punch he's been holding back right at the guy's jaw*
Military Man 1: *reels back, tumbling into a pile of garbage bags, still clutching tenaciously at Mal's jacket* ...THE FUCK WASTHA FOR Y'LIL FUCKER?
IC!Ed: *advances slowly, looking pretty damn intimidating with his fists clenched at his sides and his eyes flashing angrily. trying to control his voice when he speaks so that it comes out in a low, dangerous growl* That... was for being a fucking racist bastard that just can't get over wanting to relive the damned "glory days" of the war. *looming over the drunk now, reaches down to grab him by the collar*
Military Man 1: *laughs wildly, tossing his head back, as though it's the funniest thing in the world* As if you knew a fuckin' thing about war, you snot-nosed sonofuvawhore brat. I'ma fuckin' soldier. I'ma fuckin' HERO. You see this? *waves around his hat* Y'know what that means? It means I can do whatever the FUCK I want with those shits that LOST. I’s my right!
IC!Ed: Oh, I'm so impressed, dipshit. *practically baring his teeth before plunging a hand into his pocket and whipping out the silver pocketwatch* Y'see THIS, ASSHOLE?! In case you're too fuckin' piss drunk to tell, I'm a state alchemist and a major! Y'know what that means?!
Military Man 1: *spits at Ed's face* Ooooh, oh no, I'm real *hiccups* scareda your little shiny-ass alchemy thing. What'll I do? I get it. I get it. You're a fuckin' ... your one of those Ishbalan-lovin', girly, shit-faced--
IC!Ed: *throws yet another punch at the bastard's face*
Military Man 1: *can't dodge, obviously, he's way too drunk for it, but tries to punch back, missing by a mile*
IC!Ed *catches the hand that threw the punch and pulls their faces closer together, snarling low and dangerous into his face* And you're just another pathetic mother fucker that thinks he can take me on. *tries to yank the guy off the ground by the collar and throw him against the wall*
Military Man 1: *despite being much bigger lets himself be thrown like a rag doll, one hand fumbling in his pockets and coming out with a rather bloody knife* Y'wanna play too, huh? 's just as bad as bein' one, actin' like they deserve anythin' from us.
IC!Ed: *straightens, still glaring across at the guy* You idiots never learn, do you. *quickly claps his hands and slams them to the floor*
Military Man 1: *blinks once or twice ... ooh, bright light...*
IC!Ed: *the cement at the guy's feet reaches up to wrap around him and lock his arms into one position*
Military Man 1: *struggles against the cement to no avail, red faced and puffing in anger* Y'lil fucker, lemme outta this.
IC!Ed: *makes a grab for the jacket, which he made sure didn't get wrapped by the cement*
Military Man 1: *lets it go without a fuss, struggling against the cement, getting more freaked out by the second* Lemme. Out.
IC!Ed: *turns the jacket over in his hands, checking that it is, in fact, the same one he transmuted for Mal even though he's pretty sure that it definitely is. then turns back to the drunk and shakes the jacket in his face* See this? This jacket- *shakes it some more, getting pissed off again* THIS JACKET belongs to someone OUTSIDE of this fuckin' dimension! DO YOU GET THAT?!
Military Man 1: Dimenshun? *not getting it, doesn't even seem to understand what the word means; scraping his hands against the concrete* I'm not kiddin' y'lil brat, lemme out righ' the fuck NOW.
IC!Ed: *rolls his eyes, now adding annoyance to the rage because the guy is a complete and total idiot* He had nothing to do with the uprising, wasn't in the war, probably hadn't even heard of it! Which gives you absolutely NO RIGHT to beat on him!!
Military Man 1: *squinting, because there are a lot of words and he doesn't feel like listening, but he gets the last part* He was a fuckin' Ishbalan, was'n he?
IC!Ed: *continues to glare, drawing himself closer* Right now, I don't give a shit whether he was or wasn't. He was a friend of the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Military Man 1: *throws back his head and laughs* Yeah right. Lotta good that did 'im, huh? Didn' stop me from kicking his shitty lil' face in, so wha's it matter?
IC!Ed: *growls and throws a punch at the guy's nose, hoping to break it*
Man I: *still laughing drunkenly, his nose breaking easily and gushing blood down his face*
IC!Ed: *glowering* Why the military keeps useless pieces of shit like you around is beyond me.
Military Man 1: Dosn' matter if I'ma useless piece of shit if I can kill every one of those little fuckers, does it? Now lemme down 'n fight me y'lil coward *slurring, still trying to wriggle his way out of the concrete*
IC!Ed: *vein pops out on his head and another punch is thrown* WHO'RE YOU CALLING A BEANSPROUT MIDGET?!?!?!
Military Man 1: *is thrown back violently by this punch, cracking his head against the concrete and going still at last*
IC!Ed: *steps back, eyes wide and breathing hard. freaked out that he may have killed him, so briefly checks whether or not he's still alive. relaxes a little upon finding a pulse and decides to leave, taking Mal's jacket with him and feeling like the bastard deserved what he got. is definitely gonna go back to HQ just to report what he found out first thing in the morning*
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Date: 2007-06-27 09:09 am (UTC)...Sorry, the bleedthrough in this particular episode is kind of intense, I've become very emotionally invested in it. I swear I wanted to give Roy-chan a hug and a kiss today.
Also, I've decided that it's not so much that Clara is the nice, loving, giving, generous, sweet section of my subconscious... it's that I'm the mean, dirty, I'mma fuckin' choke a bitch, unforgiving, Wrath of God section of hers.
And Becca, you're still an evil genius.
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:42 pm (UTC)and ISN'T SHE?? omg, this drunk guy was just...!! like, i'd think he was finally gonna shut up or something, but he was so evil that he'd just keep going! it was fun, though. gave Ed an excuse to keep punching. ;) wahaha, Becca's brilliant!
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Date: 2007-06-27 03:42 pm (UTC)I kind of love writing complete and total assholes who always say the wrong thing. No idea why.
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Date: 2007-06-27 03:59 pm (UTC)well, you are very good at it.
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Date: 2007-06-27 03:38 pm (UTC)♥ I love the way you describe Clara's / your brain.
Aw, shucks. :scuffs feet, beams:
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Date: 2007-06-27 09:42 pm (UTC)