How Engaged Couples Bond

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Who: Roy Mustang and Cornelia li Britannia
What: Fighting off assassins. Possibly some Rift monsters, too.
When: Before the assault on Imperial City
Where: Poemond
Warnings: Lots and lots of fire, swording, and witty banter dripping with subtext.

Poemond's castle held two VIPs. One was a general, and the other was a colonel and her fiancé. Both commanding officers had plenty of live battle experience and were clever tacticians. It made for a ripe opportunity.

Which is why a small group of cultists were sneaking their way into the castle, intent on an assassination. Sneaking past the guards was no problem, and it didn't take them long to locate the two officers' quarters.

They decided to go after Cornelia first. She held the higher rank, and they believed that she meant more to Roy than the other way around. Once she was eliminated, he'd despair too much to properly fight back...or so they thought.

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Cornelia was never thrilled with the idea of having Mustang's quarters near her own. In fact if she could have her way (and rarely was she ever told "No"), she might have made his quarters a small tent outside the fortress. Preferably in the mud. With the knowledge that he could hear her if she so much raised her voice, Cornelia kept to quieter activities in the evening.

So when these cultists, cunning as they were, thought it was a good idea to sneak into her room, Cornelia was all too eager to greet them with a few shots from her blade. To be fair, she tried to handle it quietly, but they just were too good at dodging the sword part.

All of this in her pajamas too. Geez. At least kicking ass was a lot more fun than reading reports of goods received and passed out to various units.

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Meanwhile, Roy was in his own quarters, getting ready to wind down for the night. He had just finished writing in his notebook -- though this was in plain writing, so he'd have to code it later -- and had gotten out of his chair when he heard sounds nearby.

Roy paused, and listened. Those were unmistakably gunshots. And those other sounds...someone -- no, make that multiple people were wielding blades. And, to make matters worse, they sounded like they were coming from the general's quarters.

Without wasting a second, Roy threw a case open and pulled out a pair of gloves, quickly sliding them on. Once they were on he threw open the door and sprinted over to his fiancée's quarters, even if they weren't that far away. He threw the door open, flung out his left arm, and snapped.

A thin line of small explosions traced its way through the room. However, the assassins were too nimble to be hit by a simple transmutation. Oh, well, there was plenty more where that came from.

Then Roy caught sight of Cornelia. She had her weapon drawn, as he suspected, but what he hadn't expected was for her to be in her pajamas. Of course, Roy himself was in an undershirt and his uniform pants, but still.

"You decided to throw a pajama party and you didn't invite me?"

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"You know the rule, Mustang." Even if he was staring her down in such an embarrassing state, she's not going to allow him to up her in the snark. Oh no, that was strictly her thing. "No boys allowed."

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, her goal to keep up with Mustang became the primary one, ruling over the instinct to survive.

"I suppose I can permit you to heat things up a bit though."

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"Oh, but didn't you know? Co-ed pajama parties are quite popular these days!" The emphasis was due to Roy swinging his arm again and releasing another small line of fire. This one actually caught one of the assassins' hands, and he dropped his weapon as a result.

"I'm surprised you're looking for heat in the middle of spring, though."

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"A proper gentleman would at least wait until marriage. If you can't hold back, then maybe we should settle on a date!"

With that, she moves to strike at one of the assassins as though she was going to annihilate the very thought of marrying Mustang.

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"Now, now, who said anything about that kind of sleep? I'm a patient man, so that can wait."

One of Roy's blasts finally struck true. The assassin was left a charred corpse, which fell to the floor.

"But falling asleep together in the same room? That's still innocuous enough."

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"Since when have you ever shown patience? You were all too quick to barge in on my party and now it'll take weeks before the smell of burnt flesh leaves this room." Pulling her sword back, she whips it hard enough to let the blood splatter to the floor in an attempt to clean it, before moving onto another.

"Mustang, you do have the second best quarters in this area, don't you? I suppose a game of musical beds is in order."

[king_of_flames]

"Oh, but why would that be necessary? We have a cleaning crew, don't we?" Roy shoots another narrow line of fire, but the assassin avoids it -- though it does catch his full attention. "If you'd like to sleep in my room, you shouldn't try to make an excuse for it!"

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"Are you really the type to allow a woman to remain in a room that reeks of this smell? Where are your manners, Mustang?"

Once the assassin's attention has been snagged by the other party, Cornelia will move in for what she believes will be quite the killing blow.

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"Now, when did I say I would do that?"

The assassin turned in time to avoid a blow that would immediately kill him, though the wound was still fatal. However, as he fell to the floor, he pulled a rune out and applied his blood to it. A portal opened up in that spot -- one leading to the Rift. The moaning of zombies could be made out.

"...We've got a problem here."