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[Looks over his shoulder suddenly. Hey buddy!]

Whatcha doin'?

[Roy glances off to the side and gives the woman a smile.]

Catching up on what's happened while I was away. What have you been up to?

Yooooouuuuu might be here a while! [Pinkie parks herself on the other side of the crowded table.] I've been teaching and taking up a hobby!

[A pause and head tilt.]

Wait, when did YOU get back?!

[He gives Pinkie a somewhat amused look as he watches her sit down.]

Today actually. What's this hobby of yours?

AWESOME! Today's your lucky day, then! You can get super special flap jacks!! It's a limited time offer!

[She starts to peek all over his papers in distraction.] I'm trying to learn capoeira.

I have good timing then it seems, hm?

[Since he knows he won't be getting any further in reading right now, he'll just put those papers back into their folder for the time being.]

Capoeira?

Sure do! Do you want three or five? [There are no other choices.]

I think that's what it is! It's like break dancing, but for FIGHTING!

Three sounds good to me.

Interesting. Perhaps you can show me sometime.

Three it is! [YEAH FLAPJACKS!]

I'm pretty choppy, so there's your warning! Just keep your distance, and you'll be safe!

[He'd be a fool to turn down food after all.]

Duly noted. I'll be sure to do that.

[And have a braided blonde you might not be as familiar with noticing him as she walks by, pausing at the unfamiliar face.]

Are you new? I don't think I've seen you here before.

[Roy looked up from the papers and gave the girl a friendly smile.]

No, I teach here actually. I've just been away on a mission.

Roy Mustang.

Oh, that was the same with I realized Moth--Gothel was here. She'd been away as well. What are you teaching?

[Because for all she knew he might be a teacher of one of her classes she is taking.]

I'm Rapunzel!

[He notes the small correction, but he doesn't say anything about it.]

Physics and Chemistry. A pleasure to meet you, Rapunzel.

Right. I think I took those last quarter. But if you're a teacher you'll probably meet Gothel. She is my--well, I know her from home.

[It's still sort of habit, to call her Mother. Even if she now knows the truth, that Gothel had lied to her about that. About everything.]

[There's a small nod of acknowledgement of the words, and he has a feeling that there's likely a story behind that, but it's not his business.]

Should I keep an eye out for her?

[As in should he be cautious around the woman or just keep her at arms distance so to speak and go about his business.]

Oh, well....I don't think so. I mean, it's just best not to get her angry.....

[It was not Mustang that Gothel was unhappy with, after all. It was Rapunzel for leaving the tower, and Eugene for encouraging her and trying to rescue her 'daughter'. Rapunzel was still finding that a little hard to believe and thus generally trying to keep out of Gothel's way for the most part.]

I won't. [He tries to give something of an amused smile.] It's never wise to get any instructor angry after all.

[Teasing good humor there, he's trying at least to get her to at least smile again, maybe cheer her up a little.]

Have you decided what you're going to specialize in yet?

[Topic changes, always work too.]

Right.

[Yes, topic changes are good. Away from the stabbing and killing of Eugene from her thoughts, definitely. Rapunzel bites her lip and tucks some hair behind her ear.]

Um, I'm hoping to go into para-magic, with recovery. I help out at the infirmary with Touma a lot when I'm not in classes.

We can always use more healers. You like helping in the infirmary?

I do, yes. I like being able to help out, where I can at least, with my hair and practicing the magic we're taught in the classes.

[The seventy feet of which is braided and trailing near her ankles but thankfully not trailing along behind her as it would be if she had it down.]

[Yep, blonds all over the place today. This one just finished packing for the field trip tomorrow and has some time to kill; why shouldn't he be out here? Fortunately, the Quad seems to have calmed down enough to let him do some reading. Those lollipops from earlier are still there, but at least nobody's planting any more of them. And it even looks like most of the benches are free, apart from -

...

Okay. One important thing to remember about Mustang is that if you've seen him, he's probably already seen you (and will be smug about it). Another important thing is that he deserves to be either yelled at or hit over the head with the book Ed's holding, and it's hard to decide which... but since both of those ~~especially the latter~~ involve storming right up to the guy, his immediate course of action is pretty damn obvious.]

Hey, general. [His tone's actually fairly light, even if the expression on his face is anything but.] Tell me this place finally drove me crazy and I'm starting to see things.

[Now there's a voice he's not heard for a while. While yes, he had been aware that someone had been approaching, he hadn't bothered to look up to see who it was. Not until the blond boy spoke. Though when he actually lowered the papers to get a good look at Ed...

Admittedly the first thing which came to his attention was the lack of height, and the fact he was again wearing gloves. Excuse the invasion of personal space, Ed, the man wants to check something and thus he's now holding his papers in his left hand and reaching out with his right to take hold of Ed's right arm.

Automail.

He'd almost suspected that when he'd seen the gloves. It was possible perhaps the boy was from an earlier point in time. Considering the issue which had dragged them here, it was all too possible for that to happen. The only thing which threw a wrench into that idea was the fact Ed had called him General. A title he hadn't used in over a year since his arrival here. He lets the arm go, as he finally answers the boy.]

Fullmetal... you're no more crazy than I am.

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[When the hell did you get all touchy-feely, general? He's initially too surprised even to yank his arm away, although it's just as well Mustang let go when he did.

And... wait a minute, no gloves? Then what did he just catch a glimpse of on the back of the guy's hand? But he shakes the thought off, at least for now.]

You know, that's not exactly a reassuring way of putting it. [This glare should probably be familiar too.] So... when did you get here, and what was that for?

[There was a small noise of partial amusement at the first statement. Ed was right there and it got a small brief amused smile out of him despite the too familiar glare.]

I've been here for well over a year now, unless you mean when did I get back here; I just returned from a mission I was on today. As for your arm... the last time I saw you... you had your actual arm back and...well.. you were taller.

[Yes, he just had to go there.]

What?! Dammit, don't act like I'm so short they don't even make diaries small enough to keep track of -

[Wait.]

Over a... You've been here this whole time? Why the hell didn't I hear anything about this?! [He must be shocked - he's not just managing to overlook the fact that Mustang definitely wasn't around back when he did briefly regain his limbs, he interrupted his own rant.]

[Forgive the obvious amusement, but it's been awhile since he's seen you go into rant mode over your height issues and it's still just as amusing as he remembers it being. Still, the next part is a serious question and he's got the good grace to go back to being at least semi-serious again. Lord knows he'll likely have plenty of chances and time to troll the boy later.]

I wouldn't know. How long have you been here?

[It's not like he isn't used to getting that kind of response from this particular self-satisfied face. Ugh, of all the people who could've shown up...]

Four months. Which is when I last saw you, so I'm guessing you're some kind of future General or something. [He lets out an unnecessarily forceful sigh.] Just great. Who cares about getting home? All I really wanted was for things to get complicated over here.

[Well that explained why they hadn't run into each other until now.]

I've been working outside of Balamb for awhile. That's likely why we haven't run into each other until now. I have a question for you now however. [He's dead serious now.]

You're obviously from some point before the Promised Day in my past... considering the obvious fact that you're missing your arm again. [Not to mention a good foot in height.]

How is it that you know I'm a General?

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[He frowns. Well, slightly more than he was already.] What're you talking about? Did they demote you after that stunt with the Führer? 'Cause that's the last thing I remember you doing. [But that doesn't make sense; they wouldn't have gone on to promote him again...

There's another possibility starting to nag at the back of Ed's mind, and he doesn't think he likes it. Though, come to think - that other him had been taller than him, hadn't he?]

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[Well, that was a bit confusing. Stunt with the Führer? Roy doubted the boy was talking about his coup d'état that he'd pulled off in Central with the help of Briggs on the Promised Day.]

What stunt with the Führer? The coup d'état of Central?

I didn't become a General until well after the Promised Day. I was still a Colonel when you got your arm and brother back. If you're from before then, then you shouldn't know that I became a General unless someone here told you, and considering you didn't even know I was here until now..

[Yep, things were definitely not adding up. Time for you to do some explaining Ed.]

Before I was brought here, it was 1917 in Amestris and Grumman was Führer.

[That explains... absolutely nothing, which is kind of a giveaway on its own. Why can't he ever be right about things that would be helpful?

Despite himself, he relaxes a little and even manages a small smile, although it seems to be directed more at his feet than at Mustang.] Should've figured... For a moment there, I really thought you were someone I knew. [He looks up again.] Yeah, you're right. I didn't know you were a general. Hell, I don't even know if your name's the same as his - that Mustang guy who thought killing the Führer was all he was good for any more. Doesn't matter what year I'm from if we aren't talking about the same Amestris to begin with.

[Okay kid, now you've gone and gotten the man from suspicious to concerned over you. It's confusing as hell, but it looks like the boy is just as much confused as he is.] How about we start over then?

My name is Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist. I might not be the Mustang you personally knew, but I would be privileged I think to get to know you if you're anything like the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric that I knew where I'm from.

[He extended a hand for the boy to take and shake if he was so inclined.]

[He's still grinning, increasingly sheepishly. Surreal. Then again, so was meeting himself, and he survived that just fine, right?

That hand being offered definitely looks like it's seen better days. He eyes it curiously for a second, but seeing as this man is almost a stranger, it's probably not a good idea to ask. Instead of taking it, he gives Roy a little wave with his own right hand, letting his sleeve slip down his wrist and expose a bit of his automail. Hint, hint.] That's me. Same to you, then, general. Sorry if I don't shake.

[And he lowers his hand.] This is going to sound kind of weird, but... I think I've met him. Or someone like him, I guess. Could be hundreds of me out there for all I know.

[That's almost a scary thought. Though if this Ed was near the fighter his own was, perhaps it could be a good thing...just provided they never all ended up in the same location at the same time.

He gave the boy a small smile in return and pulled his hand back to rest his arm against the table top for the moment, the other hand resting in his lap, still holding those papers.]

Well considering what brought us here should be impossible... and including some of the improbable things I've seen in this last year. I wouldn't doubt it any more. I don't know if it'll mean anything to you or not, but in the Amestris I'm from, you manage to get Alphonse his body back to normal and regain your arm.

[He paused for a moment then and with something of a more amused grin continued.]

You also end up growing another foot taller.

[Surprising nobody in the slightest, he flares up.] And what makes you think I won't?! You know what? I take it all back! You're as bad as that other Mustang ever was! 1917's years away, dammit!! [Two is enough for a plural, okay?]

[He can't help the amused chuckle which escapes as Ed flares up and snarls at him. If he's feeling well enough to snarl at him, he'll be fine.]

I'm sure you will, Fullmetal.

[He turns to put the papers up and then reaches into his coat pocket to pull a rather familiar looking pocket watch from it, one finger flicking it open to check the time.]

[Screw you too, buddy! But he does calm down, about as suddenly as he lost his temper - again, surprising no one.]

In all honesty, though? Thanks for letting me know about Al. It might not mean a lot for me, but I'm glad there's one world out there where I didn't screw up.

[And he turns to head back inside, because he's not really in the mood for reading by this point... then stops when the pocketwatch catches his eye.

Well, it's probably worth a shot.] Uh... hey, general? Is that your watch? I mean, your original one?

[He closes the watch and looks up at Ed, fingers sliding to hold the watch more by the chain than the watch itself, turning the front to face the boy. The Amestrian Dragon and Hexagram embossed upon the top of it, though its not as clear as it used to be, it's over 10 years old now after all.]

You're welcome and yes, this came from my world with me. I've had it for going on ten years now.

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[There isn't really a tactful way of asking this, so it's a good thing he's never cared much about tact.] Can I borrow it? For a day - no, let's say a couple of hours.

[That was an odd thing to ask, but he switches the body of the watch to his right hand, reaching into the pocket the watch came from to undo the clip he had holding the end of the chain attached to his coat so the watch wouldn't walk off if someone with sticky fingers happened to stick their hands into that pocket, pooling the chain around the watch afterward.]

Provided I get it back in one piece and in the same condition it's in now. Yes, you can. Though, mind if I ask what happened to yours?

Edited 2012-07-13 12:33 (UTC)

[That actually worked? There's something that doesn't happen every day. He holds out his own hand, a little gingerly in case the general changes his mind.]

Oh yeah, you wouldn't remember. It's probably still somewhere in Liore. But, you know, no reason to carry proof of being a State Alchemist around if I'm not one of them any more, right?

[Almost, Ed, Almost. Just one more hoop to jump through before the man actually hands it over.]

You mean yours wasn't brought with you when you were brought here, I take it? Mind if I ask why you want to borrow mine?

Well, I wouldn't be asking if it was... [Quick, how do you talk about trying to open the Gate here as a way of getting home without making it sound like a really stupid idea? Answer: don't talk about it, because it is a really stupid idea. Instead, he does his best to look harmless.] I'm just interested, that's all. It's not every day you get a close look at tech from a parallel world.

[Especially to a man who's actually been forced to open the Gate of his world and learned first hand why one does not fuck with the Gate or the Truth. You're getting a look though which says he's not exactly certain he believes your excuse. Still, he can't really see any other reason the boy might want to borrow his watch.

After all, in his world, the pocket watch just a watch and in this world it has no actual meaning except to him and Ed, and no use other than to tell the time.]

I see. Just keep in mind, I do want it back in the same condition it's in now when you've finished with it.

[He extends the hand toward Ed's and lay's the watch down in it.]

When you're done with it, send me word and I'll meet you somewhere so you can give it back.

Edited 2012-07-13 20:12 (UTC)

Yeah, I know. It won't take long. You'd never let me hear the end of it.

[He slips the watch into his pocket and starts to raise his arm out of habit... but no, he just told the guy he wasn't in the military any more, didn't he? For that matter, while they're both stuck here, neither is the general. In lieu of a salute, he bows quickly (doesn't hurt to be polite after getting something he wants, even if it is from Mustang), then runs back inside.

When he does return the watch, untouched, less than two hours later, he's totally going to look even grumpier than normal.]

[Taking a break from trying to figure out what on Earth to do with her students, Luna's out and about. The face in the side, however, seems a bit familiar. Even if she can't quite place who he is, she's quite sure she remembers seeing him a while back or so.

Frowning a bit to herself she heads over, head held high and posture just the same. Though it's more from habit than trying to look bigger than she actually is.]

Now why would you be in this corner all by yourself?

[Some people might double-take upon being addressed by a talking animal, but after a year of dealing with it, he was getting used to it. It was one thing dealing with chimeras, they had been human once, but from what he understood of some of the creatures here, they had been born the way they were, which made things a little bit stranger to deal with.

Still, he's gotten to the point where he's decided to treat them like he'd treat any other human, since they were just as intelligent and often acted similar in nature for the most part.]

It's quiet over here and I didn't want to get in anyone's way.

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