05-12-2018, 03:09 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Hughes was a kind man, who sometimes acted like an air-head, but he was far from an idiot. He knew the laws of alchemy and thus the laws of life. Human transmutation was a big taboo in both alchemy and life in general. You didn't come back from such acts without consequences, and it showed through the Elric brothers. So he had seen it firsthand, yet he was still making this decision.
Desperate times led people to desperate places.
It felt like there was this invisible weight on his back. Each passing day, it only got heavier, weighing on his mind and slowing him down. He thought he'd get over it. One day, he would forget his origins and start anew. He'd make up for all his past mistakes with this second chance at life. But it was a lot easier said than done. Some would say his life had been fulfilling, but he still felt like he had missed out on so much.
He'd be damned if his daughter ended up that way just because of King Bradley and his dark plots. He didn't want his family to end up dead at the hands of some homunculi, or have to live in some society ruled by them--whatever that bastard was planning. They were both dead men, him and Roy, but hopefully he could change that.
Alchemy was never something he was interested in, and he had always left it up to the State Alchemists. It was their jobs as dogs of the military. He wasn't jealous of them and what they had to go through in the war. But that didn't mean he hadn't touched a single book on it. There were many things he didn't tell or show to other people, for better or for worse. He had his own secrets.
As he drew the large symbol on the floor of his room, he hoped he had gotten it right. It had been a while, so hopefully he wasn't about to fuck this up. He wasn't even sure if this would work, or do what he intended it to. His knowledge on this was just enough to get him by.
"Well, here goes," the lab takes a deep breath, placing his paws on the outer ring. Then he gasps as a bright blue light fills the room.
[member=312]ROY MUSTANG.[/member]
Desperate times led people to desperate places.
It felt like there was this invisible weight on his back. Each passing day, it only got heavier, weighing on his mind and slowing him down. He thought he'd get over it. One day, he would forget his origins and start anew. He'd make up for all his past mistakes with this second chance at life. But it was a lot easier said than done. Some would say his life had been fulfilling, but he still felt like he had missed out on so much.
He'd be damned if his daughter ended up that way just because of King Bradley and his dark plots. He didn't want his family to end up dead at the hands of some homunculi, or have to live in some society ruled by them--whatever that bastard was planning. They were both dead men, him and Roy, but hopefully he could change that.
Alchemy was never something he was interested in, and he had always left it up to the State Alchemists. It was their jobs as dogs of the military. He wasn't jealous of them and what they had to go through in the war. But that didn't mean he hadn't touched a single book on it. There were many things he didn't tell or show to other people, for better or for worse. He had his own secrets.
As he drew the large symbol on the floor of his room, he hoped he had gotten it right. It had been a while, so hopefully he wasn't about to fuck this up. He wasn't even sure if this would work, or do what he intended it to. His knowledge on this was just enough to get him by.
"Well, here goes," the lab takes a deep breath, placing his paws on the outer ring. Then he gasps as a bright blue light fills the room.
[member=312]ROY MUSTANG.[/member]