05-07-2018, 11:57 AM
It seems like Bastillepaw has been on fire lately with his elemental powers. The smell of charred wood and smoke has been invading his nostrils far too often lately. Roy wasn't getting disgusted by the smell if anyone was concerned; Roy was used to smelling even worse kind of smells. For example, burning corpses, that smells far worse than burning flowers. Roy knew that this had to do with Bastillepaw, lately the kid has been quite a fireball and has been becoming a nuisance to the melanistic bobcat. With a sigh escaping his jaws, the flame alchemist followed the smell of the smoke, and walked in right in the middle of a dramatic scene. Bastillepaw was burning some roses, and apparently Margaery didn't take it very well, considering she apparently fainted on the ground. Those roses must have been important to her.
The roses are most likely too destroyed to be restored to their original state. But he could at least stop the small fire, if that would make Margaery happy. Without saying a word, the male would snap his paws, attempting to 'deconstruct' or manipulate the oxygen in the small fire to cause it to go out. He didn't bother to ask for permission from Bastillepaw, as he assumed he didn't have control over it. His gaze quickly snapped onto Margaery, his ears pricking up at her raspy voice. Alright, so she is now awake, that's good. But a medic is still needed most likely, it's not good that she fainted. "Go get Radeken!" The flame alchemist commanded at a npc who had been watching nearby, who quickly nodded and ran off.
He then looked over towards Bastillepaw with narrowing, blue eyes. "What the hell happened here, Bastillepaw? You underestimated yourself again with your fire power, am I right?" He questioned with a calculating tone, ears drawing back to his head.
The roses are most likely too destroyed to be restored to their original state. But he could at least stop the small fire, if that would make Margaery happy. Without saying a word, the male would snap his paws, attempting to 'deconstruct' or manipulate the oxygen in the small fire to cause it to go out. He didn't bother to ask for permission from Bastillepaw, as he assumed he didn't have control over it. His gaze quickly snapped onto Margaery, his ears pricking up at her raspy voice. Alright, so she is now awake, that's good. But a medic is still needed most likely, it's not good that she fainted. "Go get Radeken!" The flame alchemist commanded at a npc who had been watching nearby, who quickly nodded and ran off.
He then looked over towards Bastillepaw with narrowing, blue eyes. "What the hell happened here, Bastillepaw? You underestimated yourself again with your fire power, am I right?" He questioned with a calculating tone, ears drawing back to his head.
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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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