Roy Mustang {Flame Alchemist} (risingtothetop) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-27 15:18:00 |
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Who:Roy and open to group six at camp
What:A moment alone with a target-or so he thinks.
Where:Camp Demons 101
When:Today
Warnings:TBA
Not only was Edward once again skirting past the rules as he often did, he was questioning Roy's authority. Where he came from, he thought they had an understanding. Now it was like it was all for naught and Roy was frustrated. However at the very least his plan to make Edward more social was working out. The kid needed friends. Roy would see to it. His thoughts were divided. Not so much though that he lost his concentration. On the contrary really. He was a man of the military, it would take more then a spat with a brat to ruin his focus even if somewhere deep down he was a little hurt. Deep, deep deep down in places he wouldn't admit even existed for Edward to get to. So instead he refocused his energy on the several targets Bobby had set up for him, only wishing he could use his alchemy to impress the man. Technically he could draw the transmutation circles, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. It was impractical and frankly not all that impressive when it came to his skill set. Transmutation circles weren't battle useful. Roy knew that from experience. No enemy was going to give anyone time to draw something meant to destroy them. It was why he'd created the gloves in the first place. Instant projection of that power without the time consuming aspect.
He closed his eyes and focused, today it felt as though the weather was becoming a bit more forgiving. The humidity was starting to dry up, and Roy was feeling a bit more confident. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try alchemy. He was certain he could control it in this sort of weather, the sun was out and the heat was more bearable then it'd been all week. He rubbed his fingers against his white gloves and produced small sparks. Promising. A smirk crept into his face, though his eyes were coldly watching the targets ahead.
Four targets. With alchemy and simple science he could easily direct the flame to go where he needed it to be, Roy was all about control. With a title like the Flame Alchemist he had to be, reckless flames were useless. He was deadly accurate as he rubbed his fingers against the spark cloth and created a larger spark that grew into a deadly flame. Within seconds the targets were toast and Roy stood watching as the smoke cleared and the flame died. His targets were gone. Burnt to cinders.