Party time and more [Action]

[idkmybffalfred]

[In a ballroom at Central City.]

The auction was done and a hefty pile of wealth had been gathered to help pay for the reconstruction of Amestris in the wake of the devastating undead invasion. All that was left at this point was the after party, and EVERYONE has been invited. The majority of the party has moved to a huge ballroom, complete with an in house orchestra, several tables of light snacks and drinks, a large dancing area, tables around the edges of the room, and servants with trays of drinks making sure no one goes long without a glass. Brag about your newest acquisition, seeth with jealousy at the guy who bid more on the piece you wanted, enjoy fine food and drinks from across the empire, get drunk, dance, have fun. Mr. Wayne is footing the bill tonight.

[Elsewhere, later that evening...]


A dark figure edges close to the tall wall surrounding the manor belonging to the mysterious man known only as The Major. It produces a grappling hook from under its cloak, and is perched atop the wall in short order to get a better look at what it has to contend with here.

Comments

[queen_sacrifice]

And what changes occurred in you with such an event?

[king_of_flames]

...

[Roy doesn't answer. Not immediately. But the expression on his face indicates that this isn't an easy time of his life to revisit.]

This isn't the place for a thorough discussion of that experience. For now, let's say that I lost my naivete and replaced it with motivation.

[queen_sacrifice]

Motivation..

[ That much she can understand. Silent for a moment, she considers a different path. ]

Say.. are you bored of this charade yet?

[king_of_flames]

I wouldn't say "bored," but I wouldn't mind cutting out early.

[queen_sacrifice]

Then I suppose I should escort the ill Mustang back to where he resides like a proper soldier would.

[king_of_flames]

[A chuckle.]

Then please watch over me, General. I'm in your care.

[queen_sacrifice]

I'll consider it. If you're fortunate, I'll not force you to run laps.

[king_of_flames]

You'd go so far as to make an ill man exert himself?

[queen_sacrifice]

A little exercise will kick that illness out.

[king_of_flames]

Or make it worse.

[queen_sacrifice]

A weak man doesn't earn his rank. Come now.

[king_of_flames]

Good point. I'll stay right by you.

[queen_sacrifice]

[ She'll be a proper escort and offer him her arm. ]

Just in case there's a bit of ice on the path.

[king_of_flames]

[And he gladly accepts her arm.]

Thank you.

[queen_sacrifice]

Let's leave.

[ Sure hope "sick boy" can keep up, because she's exiting with a brisk stride. ]

[king_of_flames]

[Oh, yes, he can keep up. He keeps his head bowed and his free hand planted right below his rib cage, though.]