04-08-2018, 07:43 PM
Weekly tasks? Roy wasn't sure what to think of it, he wasn't exactly sure what it was. It made him think of the responsibilities he had back in Amestris, and what certain things he had to do for his job. But he had a feeling in his gut that this wasn't the same. When he was Colonel, he was assigned tasks that involved things like looking for Scar, an Ishbalan mass state alchemist murderer, and other cases. Those type of tasks weren't assigned to everyday, regular type of citizens. They were distinctively assigned to people in the military, that were responsible enough to handle it. As the sumatran tiger padded over, his gaze would land onto Bastillepaw and his three groupmates that followed after. Should he offer himself up and take a task? Would it be worth it or would it be something pointless? Eyes narrowing, the tiger decided to speak up. "What kind of 'tasks' are you handing out?" He decided to question instead of offer himself up for the time being, deciding this was the best way to figure out what was getting handed out.
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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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