omg_fma | 06/29/07 // IC!Ed, OOC!Roy, NPC Military Man 1

Who: IC!Ed, OOC!Roy, NPC Military Man 1
When: 06/29/07
Rating: R (language)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Roy-chan takes Ed to identify the (Formerly Drunk) Evil Military Man who beat up Mal. Violence (and possibly-unintentional confession) ensues. (Continued from this thread.)

OOC!Roy: OK then ... I'll go in first and let him know why you're here, OK? *pushes open the door and steps inside, smiling brightly* Hello~! Now, I've got the, um, Full Metal Alchemist here to identify you.
OOC!Roy: If you could just stay sitting right there for me, that would be great. Thank you~! *turns to Edward, still smiling, beckoning him in*

IC!Ed: *taking a cue from Roy, enters with an equally bright smile on his face, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he does so*

Military Man 1: *glowers on the bench in his cell, his hands cuffed since he got uppity at one of the attendants earlier*
Military Man 1: *recognizing the little midget, jumps to his feet* YOU!

IC!Ed: *can hardly stop the smile on his face from growing evilly as he recognizes the guy and even opts to wave in greeting* Hey there! You're looking exceptionally black and blue today.

OOC!Roy: *bright smile falters a bit at the outburst* Um, can I ask you to - to sit down again, please?

IC!Ed: *looks over at Roy, raising his eyebrows in a "told you so" manner*
Military Man 1: *narrows his eyes at Roy, disdainful, and throws himself sulkily on the bench again* Yes, sir.

OOC!Roy: *inwardly breathes a sigh of relief; doesn't really want a fight on his hands* Thank you.

Military Man 1: *rolls his eyes, mutters something about 'call yourself a man...'*

IC!Ed: *takes a moment to take in the guy's battered appearance, pleased with the damage he's done*

Military Man 1: What'd you bring the brat for?

IC!Ed: *smirking, acting waaaaaaaay too cheerful given the situation* Awww, what's the matter? Does seeing me make that huge broken nose of yours throb something awful?

OOC!Roy: *hears the muttering and goes red with embarrassment, folding his arms protectively across his chest* He - he's here to identify you.
OOC!Roy: Since the poor boy you attacked is in no shape to do it, and Edward heard you telling the whole world about what you did.

Military Man 1: *grins at the flush on Roy's face, getting to his feet again and taking a step towards him - slowly, not threatening, just moving* Tell me something, boy...
Military Man 1: What are you doin' here, playin' solider? Ain't it a little too scary for you? *totally ignores Ed's existence*

OOC!Roy: *backs away, eyes wide* L-look, I really think you should - should stop now. This - this is going to do you a-any good!

IC!Ed: *face falls slightly at the mention of Mal, then further into a disapproving frown upon his behavior toward Roy*

Military Man 1: *feeds on Roy's fear, taking a bolder step forward, leaning forward with a leering grin* You haven't seen a day of combat in your life. Are you ... scared of me? *looks delighted at the thought*

IC!Ed: *finally decides to step up and intervene, having momentarily forgotten that this is Roy and not Mustang. glares* Back off. Unless you want a couple broken ribs to go with your nose. Seems I owe you some more injuries, after all.

OOC!Roy: *reaches the wall, and can't go back any further; swallows hard* ... N-no. Of - of course not!

Military Man 1: *does even turn toward Ed, keeping his gaze on Mustang, still smiling horribly with his broken nose and bruised face*
Military Man 1: You say the little shit lived? And he came cryin' to you about it? *shakes his head* Terrible shame. He'll regret that, yes he will. Do me a favor and tell him I say hello?

IC!Ed: *narrows his eyes and reaches out to shove the soldier back* I told you to back off. And shut the hell up.

OOC!Roy: *frowns and takes a deep breath* No - no, I don't - I don't think he w-will regret it.
OOC!Roy: *glances gratefully at Edward*

Military Man 1: Listen to you stutter like a little girl. *pulls back his fists (both, because of the handcuffs) and punches Roy right in the jaw, laughing*

IC!Ed: HEY. *reaches over to pull the guy away from Roy and throws a quick jab into his gut*

OOC!Roy: *smacks his head back into the wall with the momentum of the punch, then collapses sideways, bringing both hands up to his jaw*

Military Man 1: Oof! *continues laughing even when Ed hits him, the crazy fucker*

OOC!Roy: *sits on the floor against the wall, pretty much oblivious at the moment to everything except the pain in his head and jaw*

IC!Ed: *glowers at the soldier, wishing he knew which laws specifically he was breaking so that could be used against him. moves slowly back over toward Roy and offers a hand to pull him back to his feet, eyes still trained on the soldier*
IC!Ed: ...You sick sonuvabitch.

OOC!Roy: *takes Edward's hand and climbs shakily to his feet* ... Ow.

Military Man 1: Don't you boys see we're on the same side? *wiping a bit of spit from the corner of his mouth* Those bastards - those bastards, they have plans!
Military Man 1: You think they aren't gonna start another war? You think we should just let them walk around-

IC!Ed: *almost wants to tell Roy to shake it off, but refrains. continues to glower* Oh yeah? Plans like what? Be scared of every uniform they see for the rest of their lives?

Military Man 1: *wide, slow grin* Yeah, they better learn to be afraid, that'll show 'em they aren't welcome.
Military Man 1: You people with your crap laws about peace and nonviolence, it's fuckin' evolution. They're not us, and it's a fuckin' war. All that talk about equality, that's just weak bastards tryin' to turn your sense inside out-

OOC!Roy: *really tired of listening to this guy, and getting a headache, which is making him even more irritated* It isn't a war, actually. Not - not any more. They're just people - just like you and me.

IC!Ed: *narrowing eyes some more* It's time to let the war go, asshole.

Military Man 1: You think the war's over? The war won't be over until every one of those fuckers is dead in a puddle of their own piss. You think the war was about politics? It's about survival. It's about them and us.
Military Man 1: *sits with an air of affronted dignity* Someday, you bastards'll see, and you'll thank me.

OOC!Roy: *narrows his eyes* I hardly th-think so. Did you know that the boy you attacked wasn't even involved in the war, because - because he's from another dimension?

Military Man 1: What's it matter? All it means is that even more of those fuckers are tryin' to take what's ours. We oughta worry about them even more. You sons of bitches are traitors.
Military Man 1: And that boy- *breaks off with another laugh* Well, we warned him. He'll pay for this...
Military Man 1: You think I haven't got friends? You think there aren't powerful people who agree with me? Idiot.

OOC!Roy: I can't believe I'm hearing this ... *sighs deeply, rubbing his forehead* The only idiot here is you.

IC!Ed: *still more glaring* He doesn't have to pay for anything. You do. And as far as powerful friends go, I'm sure the fuhrer won't be happy to hear about a lesser soldier causing interdimensional conflicts.
IC!Ed: *glances at Roy and manages a slight smirk* On the plus side... we have a confession straight from the bastard's mouth.

Military Man 1: *glares at both, breaking into a tiny grin when he sees Roy rubbing his head as though in pain*

OOC!Roy: *smiles very slightly and mutters* That's very true. Now all I need is for him to be stupid enough to brag about his fellow 'heroes', and we'll be sorted ...
OOC!Roy: ... I doubt even he's that dumb, though.

IC!Ed: *nods* Exactly. ... But it's worth a shot.

Military Man 1: *notices the two muttering - probably something about peace and butterflies and loving the world's children or shit like that*

OOC!Roy: *turns to the prisoner* I suppose you think you're a real hero, don't you?

Military Man 1: *grins brightly* Damn straight, girly boy, and a hell of a lot more of a man than you. Have you ever even killed a man-

OOC!Roy: *shudders at the question, but ignores it and instead interrupts* You must be disappointed that your friends are still out there, beating up innocents - and you're locked up in here and can't help them.

IC!Ed: *turns back to the prisoner as well, arms folded and decides to leave most of the talking to Roy. grimaces at the mention of killing, blood runs cold but keeps up the appearance of total rage, muttering to himself*
IC!Ed: No one here cares about your exploits on the field, bastard.

Military Man 1: *senses what Roy is trying to do in his not-so-subtle way and shrugs* Naw. Shit, they're like my brothers. Fightin' the good fight for me while I deal with this womany beauraucratic shit.
Military Man 1: You want me to tell you who they are, you're gonna have to torture me, little military boy. *sneers at Roy* And I don't think you've got the guts

IC!Ed: *narrows eyes, then addresses Roy* I'll do it, if you want.

OOC!Roy: *sighs deeply* Considering what we're dealing with, I would love to let you ... but torture isn't - it's not right, even if it is what he deserves ...

IC!Ed: *pouts inwardly, muttering to himself about the broken toes and ribs he owes the guy*

Military Man 1: *smirks* Knew it.
Military Man 1: All of you. Piss-blooded cowards. Too damn afraid of everything.

IC!Ed: *more glaring in his direction* Don't push your luck, pal.

OOC!Roy: *frowns* You know, if you carry on like this, it'll just be worse for you.
Military Man 1: *rolls his eyes at their dire warnings* Oh go the fuck away, will you? I've heard enough of this shit.

IC!Ed: *still more glaring, really really hating the guy now*

OOC!Roy: Fine. We'll just let you get back to whatever sick fantasy was going through your mind before we so rudely interrupted. *heads for the door*

Military Man 1: Use your imagination about it - you'll give yourself nightmares. *waves them goodbye*

IC!Ed: *follows reluctantly, throwing the soldier another murderous look. to Roy, fuming a bit* At least he confessed. And got identified.

OOC!Roy: *closes the door behind them and locks it* Yeah. Some good came of it, at least. *smiles* Thank you.

IC!Ed: *doesn't return the smile, stuffing hands into his pockets* Yeah, no problem. But we still have to find his friends.

OOC!Roy: I know. *runs his fingers through his hair* And I have no idea where to start ...

IC!Ed: *glances back at the door and practically growls at it* Let's hope we find 'em soon. I owe them all a lot of pain.
IC!Ed: *glowering straight ahead* You could probably do a search through the military personnel database. Look for people that were in that idiot's squad during the Ishbal war. That'll narrow the list down.

OOC!Roy: Oh, of course! *internally beats himself up for not thinking of that* I'll look through the database right away - and I've got Mal's descriptions to work with, too ...

IC!Ed: *blinks at Roy* You do?! *smiles a bit maliciously* Well then... Maybe finding them won't take as long as we thought.

OOC!Roy: Hopefully not! I'll let you know as soon as I find out anything.

IC!Ed: *evil grin* Perfect. I owe them some real pain.

OOC!Roy: *bites his lip to stop himself from laughing* You know, I really shouldn't be encouraging you to go around beating up military personnel ...

IC!Ed: Well, if we don't get caught by the higher ups... *grin broadens* Then we don't get caught.

OOC!Roy: *chuckles a bit* You're such a corrupting influence, Edward. You just be careful, though. I know you can take care of yourself and you're an alchemist and everything - but you're not invincible, and they're truly awful men.

IC!Ed: *laughs* Thanks for worrying about me, Roy, but I've lasted this long, haven't I? I'll be fine.

OOC!Roy: *smiles* Of course you will. *sighs* Right then. Back to work for me ...

IC!Ed: *nods, going serious again* Right. Take care of the bruise that sucker punch he landed is gonna make.

OOC!Roy: I will. I'll be fine. I suppose I'll see you around, then. Thanks again for - everything.

IC!Ed: Don't mention it. See ya, Roy.