04-05-2018, 01:53 AM
Roy Mustang's gaze would slowly shift onto Bastillepaw, smirking slightly at the male's snort. They don't seem to enjoy Roy's confident, yet cautious attitude. In his mind, Roy believed he had a fair argument. Bastillepaw's three groupmates walked up to him assuming he was here to join, as well as introducing themselves. They didn't even consider to think that Mustang was actually lost and wasn't sure what he was padding into. Roy didn't want Bastillepaw to fall onto his knees and particularly beg him to join. "Keep in mind I did not ask you to beg. Begging and convincing are far different, the former asking and the latter persuading. I wanted you to persuade me, with information about your group and what I'd possibly being getting myself into- not you, falling onto your knees begging me to join." He said with narrowing eyes, tail swishing suspiciously behind him. And then, his question was thrown right back him- which he should have expected with a reaction like Bastillepaw's. It was true, the Ascendants didn't know who Roy Mustang truly was either- they don't know of his human past, his involvement with the Amestrian military, his flame alchemy. If anything, his attitude should prove he'd be a rather reliable to the Ascendants if he joined their ranks. It might seem quite cocky, but he's confident and quite calculating. It would be foolish to shove his concerns to the side and assume he wishes for them to beg at his feet. Thankfully, someone else noticed Bastillepaw's comments and decided to step in before another word could leave Roy's mouth.
Roy's green eyes widened with quite some surprise at what he saw next, a large dragon. Roy had seen something like a dragon, it had been the homunculus Envy- they ended up being much larger than they appeared to be. But that doesn't automatically mean bigger is better, if anything Envy had became a larger target for Mustang's flame alchemy. He still felt surprised at the sight though, Daunte wasn't ugly looking like Envy had been, if anything the dragon looked quite magnificent. His ears pricked up at Daunte's comments, one that had been directed at Bastillepaw, and the others at him. Daunte surely knew how to handle this situation far better than Bastillepaw did. Daunte, unlike Bastille, must have thought on Mustang's declaration, which was what he wanted to hear. So, they are a peaceful group? Their (mostly) cheerful, welcoming attitudes seemed to clarify that, but they were also a group that will fight to the death to defend their home and clanmates. Mustang was like that back in Amestris, even with his seemingly cocky attitude, he was protective of his family and friends, and served his country well. This was exactly what he wanted to know, he hadn't been sure if he knew if he was walking into a group that murdered others for fun or were hungry for power. There was just one, small thing that was still on his mind.
"Thank you for your impressive answer, Daunte," The tiger said as the larger creature lowered it's head slightly to be closer to the flame alchemist. Roy kept in mind that there were other groups out there, groups that probably are far more dangerous than this one. Groups that look for war and bloodshed. Hopefully he won't be standing against them, as from what he understands despite the Ascendants being peaceful, they won't hesitate to protect themselves and their home. "There is just one question I have before I possibly put myself among your group." He said with a flick of his ear, gaze locking onto the dragon before him.
"What is the name of your group? I'm afraid I was never told what your group is even called."
Roy's green eyes widened with quite some surprise at what he saw next, a large dragon. Roy had seen something like a dragon, it had been the homunculus Envy- they ended up being much larger than they appeared to be. But that doesn't automatically mean bigger is better, if anything Envy had became a larger target for Mustang's flame alchemy. He still felt surprised at the sight though, Daunte wasn't ugly looking like Envy had been, if anything the dragon looked quite magnificent. His ears pricked up at Daunte's comments, one that had been directed at Bastillepaw, and the others at him. Daunte surely knew how to handle this situation far better than Bastillepaw did. Daunte, unlike Bastille, must have thought on Mustang's declaration, which was what he wanted to hear. So, they are a peaceful group? Their (mostly) cheerful, welcoming attitudes seemed to clarify that, but they were also a group that will fight to the death to defend their home and clanmates. Mustang was like that back in Amestris, even with his seemingly cocky attitude, he was protective of his family and friends, and served his country well. This was exactly what he wanted to know, he hadn't been sure if he knew if he was walking into a group that murdered others for fun or were hungry for power. There was just one, small thing that was still on his mind.
"Thank you for your impressive answer, Daunte," The tiger said as the larger creature lowered it's head slightly to be closer to the flame alchemist. Roy kept in mind that there were other groups out there, groups that probably are far more dangerous than this one. Groups that look for war and bloodshed. Hopefully he won't be standing against them, as from what he understands despite the Ascendants being peaceful, they won't hesitate to protect themselves and their home. "There is just one question I have before I possibly put myself among your group." He said with a flick of his ear, gaze locking onto the dragon before him.
"What is the name of your group? I'm afraid I was never told what your group is even called."
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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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