04-19-2018, 05:41 PM
Demon? Really, demon? The only thing Roy could give to that shriek was a scoff of an annoyance, focusing on snapping his paws only. Roy was well aware of what he was doing has nothing to do with demons, it's called alchemy. The science of understanding, deconstructing, and reconstructing matter. But that doesn't mean Roy gets unbelievable powers. It is impossible to create something out of nothing, if one wishes to obtain something, something of equal value must be given. That is the basis of all alchemy, the law of Equivalent Exchange. And from what Mustang can tell, alchemy isn't as popular here as it was back in Amestris. At least it came to his advantage, it was certainly a surprise for Beck, it didn't seem like they were expecting it. The male came to a stop, when he watched his flames aim and combust perfectly, hitting his target directly. Roy wasn't aware that Beck was a ghost, and that it would be harder to kill him, so when the flames disappeared and when he saw the pile of ash, he smirked. The smell of a burning corpse entered his nostrils, which was unfortunately a normality for him, and wasn't bothered much by it.
He placed his paw back down on the ground as he slowly made his way over to the pile ash, blood rolling down his cheek. "Good riddance," The Flame Alchemist muttered, as he looked fown at the pile of ash for a moment, before drawing his gaze upwards. He could smell more smoke, this time the smell of burning grass and wood. Well, his aim was certainly rusty the first few times. He can tell by the fire, that's bound to grow larger if not prevented, in the trees and wild grass. His smirk instantly faded into a frown, one thought running through his head. Shit.
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He placed his paw back down on the ground as he slowly made his way over to the pile ash, blood rolling down his cheek. "Good riddance," The Flame Alchemist muttered, as he looked fown at the pile of ash for a moment, before drawing his gaze upwards. He could smell more smoke, this time the smell of burning grass and wood. Well, his aim was certainly rusty the first few times. He can tell by the fire, that's bound to grow larger if not prevented, in the trees and wild grass. His smirk instantly faded into a frown, one thought running through his head. Shit.
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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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