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invoking_uraniaTitle: Close Quarters Combat
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (First anime)
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Words: 250
Warnings: Alternate setting, from a planned short of 'Roy's group as a D&D-style adventuring group'. (My mind if a strange place; I stopped asking and just write...) Done for 'quiver' over on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Wizard Roy Mustang and Rogue Maes Hughes don't want to face dangerous ruins alone. But a ranger isn't what they had in mind...
Maes put the parchment in front of Roy. "New orders," he said. "We're being pulled off the front line to scout ruins."
Not entirely unexpected. The front lines were where war heros got made, even if the front lines were also where corpses got made. While Roy's opinions on this damned unending war were less known, but his ambition was common gossip.
"Tell me they're giving us someone helpful." Preferably someone in armor, with an axe. Or a longsword; Roy wasn't picky. Maes was hampered enough in close quarters and Roy's spells were most effective when not worrying about stabbings or the odd magic of the Ishbalans.
"A Hawkeye, from the Ranger Corps."
"Hopefully, he'll be comfortable with close work," Roy said, staring at the paperwork, willing it to change into something that made sense. The rangers were known for their scouting skills; not as support for a wizard and a quick knife-fighter like Maes. Maybe it wasn't just the front lines that made corpses of overly ambitious junior officers.
Someone set a pack, an unstrung bow attached, and a quiver of arrows, onto the table, loud enough to get Roy's attention. He looked up, into the brown eyes of a woman in the sand-colored uniform of the Ranger Corps. "Actually, she prefers to pick off targets before they get close enough for 'close work'."
Roy smiled. "I can see we're going to get along just fine."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (First anime)
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Words: 250
Warnings: Alternate setting, from a planned short of 'Roy's group as a D&D-style adventuring group'. (My mind if a strange place; I stopped asking and just write...) Done for 'quiver' over on
fma_fic_contestSummary: Wizard Roy Mustang and Rogue Maes Hughes don't want to face dangerous ruins alone. But a ranger isn't what they had in mind...
Maes put the parchment in front of Roy. "New orders," he said. "We're being pulled off the front line to scout ruins."
Not entirely unexpected. The front lines were where war heros got made, even if the front lines were also where corpses got made. While Roy's opinions on this damned unending war were less known, but his ambition was common gossip.
"Tell me they're giving us someone helpful." Preferably someone in armor, with an axe. Or a longsword; Roy wasn't picky. Maes was hampered enough in close quarters and Roy's spells were most effective when not worrying about stabbings or the odd magic of the Ishbalans.
"A Hawkeye, from the Ranger Corps."
"Hopefully, he'll be comfortable with close work," Roy said, staring at the paperwork, willing it to change into something that made sense. The rangers were known for their scouting skills; not as support for a wizard and a quick knife-fighter like Maes. Maybe it wasn't just the front lines that made corpses of overly ambitious junior officers.
Someone set a pack, an unstrung bow attached, and a quiver of arrows, onto the table, loud enough to get Roy's attention. He looked up, into the brown eyes of a woman in the sand-colored uniform of the Ranger Corps. "Actually, she prefers to pick off targets before they get close enough for 'close work'."
Roy smiled. "I can see we're going to get along just fine."