08-13-2018, 11:48 AM
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While it looks Roy knows what he’s doing regarding fighting- the truth is, he really doesn’t know what he’s doing. Roy has experience with fighting as a human, his life had been surrounded by the military as long as he could remember. Plus, his flame alchemy was almost always his number one defense, unless his ignition gloves were wet- then he was useless. Thankfully he still has his flame alchemy here, which he uses whenever he needs to- like that time Beck attacked him, the raptors surrounded him, and when the Typhoon raided(though that didn’t last long, he was thrown into the star pool). He was going to spar Bastilleprisoner all the way back, but some complications came up that made them unable to actually go through with it.
Roy could only wonder why Bastille thought this was a good time for a spar. They’re stuck inside the observatory, unsure if they can get out and they’re slowly running out of food. If it were up to Roy, he would have asked about the spar after this whole situation passes by. But as soon as he heard those words escape Bastilleprisoner’s mouth, he knew that Bastille must not care if they’re locked in or not. Thankfully the observatory is more lit with candles and lanterns, so the bobcat began to make his way over to the Astral Seraph.
"What a nice time for a spar Bastille, in the middle of a lockdown." The male commented as his gaze landed on the feline, eyes gleaming with determination as he accepted the challenge. Without another word, the bobcat would attempt to pounce at him, making the first move.
Roy could only wonder why Bastille thought this was a good time for a spar. They’re stuck inside the observatory, unsure if they can get out and they’re slowly running out of food. If it were up to Roy, he would have asked about the spar after this whole situation passes by. But as soon as he heard those words escape Bastilleprisoner’s mouth, he knew that Bastille must not care if they’re locked in or not. Thankfully the observatory is more lit with candles and lanterns, so the bobcat began to make his way over to the Astral Seraph.
"What a nice time for a spar Bastille, in the middle of a lockdown." The male commented as his gaze landed on the feline, eyes gleaming with determination as he accepted the challenge. Without another word, the bobcat would attempt to pounce at him, making the first move.
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— THE SHADOWS ON MY WALL DON'T SLEEP
Roy Mustang is a 3 year and 4 months old melanistic bobcat. He has obsidian fur- light shades on his muzzle, paws, belly, chest, and tail tip and darker spots all over his body. He is an amputee, his back right leg left in an uneven cut, stump. Roy is an Alchemist who specifies in flame alchemy- he has fire and air elementals. He resides in the Ascendants, happily married to Riza Hawkeye. Roy does not trust strangers easily, they must earn it. He's also blind.
— THEY KEEP CALLING ME, BECKONING.
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