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maskormenacelogs2015-02-28 11:24 pm
incendere) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-02-28 11:24 pm
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WHO: Roy Mustang and Olivier Armstrong
WHERE: A cafe near Armstrong's residence
WHEN: The afternoon
WHAT: Discussing things over tea and cookies
WARNINGS: Oliver?? (None that I can think of)
[The smell of brewing coffee and freshly baked pastries is a much more comforting one than that of ink, hot paper, and sweat that engulfed the office Roy had just left. It had taken him a little longer to leave than he would have liked, and as a result he had a rather menacing pile of folders and papers under his arm as he entered the cafe.
Roy sat down at a table towards the back of the room, away from most of the other customers who were either too engulfed in their laptops or their own conversations to really notice. He adjusted the table so he could get a good view of both the door and windows towards the front of the cafe. He places his papers down, and glances at the clock.
Good, he still had a few minutes to spare. If there was one thing he knew about the Major General, it was that she was never one to go back on her word. At least now he wouldn't have to deal with a monstrous check.
He orders a tea, picks up one of the papers in front of him, and waits.]
WHERE: A cafe near Armstrong's residence
WHEN: The afternoon
WHAT: Discussing things over tea and cookies
WARNINGS: Oliver?? (None that I can think of)
[The smell of brewing coffee and freshly baked pastries is a much more comforting one than that of ink, hot paper, and sweat that engulfed the office Roy had just left. It had taken him a little longer to leave than he would have liked, and as a result he had a rather menacing pile of folders and papers under his arm as he entered the cafe.
Roy sat down at a table towards the back of the room, away from most of the other customers who were either too engulfed in their laptops or their own conversations to really notice. He adjusted the table so he could get a good view of both the door and windows towards the front of the cafe. He places his papers down, and glances at the clock.
Good, he still had a few minutes to spare. If there was one thing he knew about the Major General, it was that she was never one to go back on her word. At least now he wouldn't have to deal with a monstrous check.
He orders a tea, picks up one of the papers in front of him, and waits.]
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Not at all. As I said when you first arrived, I hate to keep any of my dates waiting.
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[She shrugs.] Actually, I don't care. But as insane as this sounds, I do want your input on something.
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[A rather smug smirk, but it doesn't last long.] Did something happen?
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You recall the incident the other week? With the prison break. This city once more gave me command over the situation.
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Well, I suppose I should congratulate you. It sounds like you've managed to gain quite the reputation.
[Which is rather unsurprising, considering who we're dealing with here.]
I'm sure it'll come in handy in the future.
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[She takes a drink of water.] They want me to hunt down rogue ImPorts.
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Rogue imPorts?
[Strange, though not entirely unheard of. Still, if they wanted people hunting down imPorts, rogue or not, that might be a problem.]
What exactly did they say?