[member=312]ROY MUSTANG.[/member]
It brought a half-grin to scarred lips as he glowered out at the expanse of flowers and fields where pacifists spent their time doing nothing but staring at the sky. He hoped someone would end up with burnt corneas from gazing at the sun for too long, but it was more of a wish than actual hope. The mangy feline whose flanks were bristled with mud and brambles was hesitating, rocking back and forth on frigid paws not too far from the border. Beck tried to convince himself to return the brainless girl that had trespassed and was rightfully dragged into the bunkers for safekeeping, but there wasn't any fun in that. The Ascendants didn't even suspect him -- why turn himself in when nobody even knew yet? Lowering himself to hide among the bluebells and daisies once presented to him in a bouquet, the poltergeist was torn between his dilemma. Starry should earn his member back; Beck wasn't going to be a pushover, not even to a bunch of hippies. Before long, his thoughts drifted into nothingness, and he found himself uprooting flowers with pearly little claws, churning the soil in boredom. He could just... watch for now. If a creature approached within the next few minutes, he would admit to the "capture" and hand Luna back over. Tapping his knuckles to imaginary seconds, he stared beyond the grasses obscuring his sprawled apparition. Endless fidgeting was never enough to cure his insetting boredom, yet the boy still waiting for something to force him into doing the right.
Time was up, and no one had come to rescue the girl not even present. Typical. A rasping huff broke the white noise of wind and rustling, Beck heaved himself back to unsteady paws. He was just about to leave, turned on his heel -- but slight movement caught his blurred eyes. While it was too late for any negotiation on his part, the poltergeist glanced back to watch an ash-and-crimson striped feline trample through the meadow, capturing his curiosity. Well, he had already wasted enough of his time. Why not give a poor bloke a few scars while he was already here? Lantern-like eyes locked on the unaware tiger, Beck was quick to stalk towards him, pausing mid-step to observe only feet away, preparing for any opening to ambush.
[align=center]»――➤It brought a half-grin to scarred lips as he glowered out at the expanse of flowers and fields where pacifists spent their time doing nothing but staring at the sky. He hoped someone would end up with burnt corneas from gazing at the sun for too long, but it was more of a wish than actual hope. The mangy feline whose flanks were bristled with mud and brambles was hesitating, rocking back and forth on frigid paws not too far from the border. Beck tried to convince himself to return the brainless girl that had trespassed and was rightfully dragged into the bunkers for safekeeping, but there wasn't any fun in that. The Ascendants didn't even suspect him -- why turn himself in when nobody even knew yet? Lowering himself to hide among the bluebells and daisies once presented to him in a bouquet, the poltergeist was torn between his dilemma. Starry should earn his member back; Beck wasn't going to be a pushover, not even to a bunch of hippies. Before long, his thoughts drifted into nothingness, and he found himself uprooting flowers with pearly little claws, churning the soil in boredom. He could just... watch for now. If a creature approached within the next few minutes, he would admit to the "capture" and hand Luna back over. Tapping his knuckles to imaginary seconds, he stared beyond the grasses obscuring his sprawled apparition. Endless fidgeting was never enough to cure his insetting boredom, yet the boy still waiting for something to force him into doing the right.
Time was up, and no one had come to rescue the girl not even present. Typical. A rasping huff broke the white noise of wind and rustling, Beck heaved himself back to unsteady paws. He was just about to leave, turned on his heel -- but slight movement caught his blurred eyes. While it was too late for any negotiation on his part, the poltergeist glanced back to watch an ash-and-crimson striped feline trample through the meadow, capturing his curiosity. Well, he had already wasted enough of his time. Why not give a poor bloke a few scars while he was already here? Lantern-like eyes locked on the unaware tiger, Beck was quick to stalk towards him, pausing mid-step to observe only feet away, preparing for any opening to ambush.