04-30-2018, 12:52 AM
When was the last time Roy enjoyed himself at a party? A long time ago, that's for sure, without a doubt. Roy really hadn't been attending much parties back in Amestris with his job as Colonel, especially with what had been going on lately. Back when he was there, a mess was just beginning to brew into something large, and dangerous; it hadn't seemed like it had been getting any better. Surely if he didn't get in that mishap with a weird transmutation circle, a party would have been the last thing on his mind. Currently, attending a party really wasn't on his mind either- he almost debated skipping it over. But then, something caught his attention, apparently they have alcohol here. Roy couldn't help it but feel slightly surprised, and wondered where even these animals got their paws on some alcohol.
For a moment, he stood in place, debating in his head. Should he wander over to the party? He'd be forced to socialize, engage with his groupmates, that he doesn't have his full trust in yet. Is it even safe for him to drink? Can this body even handle alcohol? Surely his human body had a tolerance, but this bobcat body- he has no idea. He could potentially give himself alcohol poisoning, or even worse. But in the same time, with all that has happened lately- getting turned into a tiger, joining this place, running into Riza and then Hughes, rediscovering his flame alchemy and finally turning into a bobcat- he could really use a drink right now. A defeated sigh made it's way out of his chest, as the melanistic bobcat made his way into the party. He better not regret this later.
The music coming out of the boombox was strange, he hadn't heard it before. He really didn't think much of it, considering he's currently living a life stuck as an animal. This wouldn't have been considered normal or even a possibility to him if he never stepped onto that transmutation circle. He wasn't concerned about the boombox, it might sound a little strange but it wasn't like the end of the world or anything. "I'll take a drink," He said as he went up near the hostess, Radeken, his ears pinning back.
For a moment, he stood in place, debating in his head. Should he wander over to the party? He'd be forced to socialize, engage with his groupmates, that he doesn't have his full trust in yet. Is it even safe for him to drink? Can this body even handle alcohol? Surely his human body had a tolerance, but this bobcat body- he has no idea. He could potentially give himself alcohol poisoning, or even worse. But in the same time, with all that has happened lately- getting turned into a tiger, joining this place, running into Riza and then Hughes, rediscovering his flame alchemy and finally turning into a bobcat- he could really use a drink right now. A defeated sigh made it's way out of his chest, as the melanistic bobcat made his way into the party. He better not regret this later.
The music coming out of the boombox was strange, he hadn't heard it before. He really didn't think much of it, considering he's currently living a life stuck as an animal. This wouldn't have been considered normal or even a possibility to him if he never stepped onto that transmutation circle. He wasn't concerned about the boombox, it might sound a little strange but it wasn't like the end of the world or anything. "I'll take a drink," He said as he went up near the hostess, Radeken, his ears pinning back.
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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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