#verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

@flameleads is coming down the hall ->

He paced up and down the hall for several minutes. The Lieutenant was asleep---or, at least doing a good job at feigning sleep. They could not keep him company at this hour, and his mind needed it. Someone familiar, someone who knew him, and someone real. These conversations with ghosts couldn't keep happening.

But, he didn't want this conversation to be from a Colonel to a Master Sergeant. That made it too formal. No, for once, he wanted ranks to disappear so the two of them could be people. White Cloud mentioned to him that rank didn't really exist here anyway, so he should probably enforce it... but how? Years and years of an established dynamic, and he was willing to throw it away now? It was what he knew.

Yes, he was. For Fuery and for himself. If he could just get himself to---all right, he stopped pacing. With a closed fist, he knocked twice on Fuery's door.

"Fuery? It's me... Roy." Why did that sound so odd coming out of his mouth? It almost sounded like a question. "Permission to come in?"

He's so close to going back to sleep despite his best efforts to fight it off. Nothing good comes from sleeping, unless it's Kumo somehow putting him to sleep. Kain's yet to figure that out, but he always seems to rest much more peacefully when the Misterican is nearby.

Chicken stirs before he ever notices anything. The chocobo lets out a soft noise, hopping off the side of the bed and walking towards the door.

It's about ten seconds after that when there's a knock and a request.

He sits up, gets his cane, and goes to open the door. It's odd to hear the Colonel's first name, and as upset as he is that the man is probably coming to assign him something at ass o' clock, he turns on the light and opens the door anyway.

"You don't need permission," he replies softly. He isn't lying - Roy could still ask just about anything of him, whether he's got any bad feelings or not. Ultimately, Kain's loyalty has still not faded, as much as he sometimes desperately wants it to.

He wishes he could remember clearly what feelings he's voiced already, but they had been so explosive and sudden that his memory could not retain it all fully. Whatever he'd said, it had definitely put even more space between them both. He should have never opened his mouth in such an exhausted state.

Maybe Roy's come to finally scold him for it. Or for not working enough.

"What do you need me to do?"

#verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #flameleads #picking up the phone ;; asks #[ thread title tbd ]

[lil-kissy]

/ Really wish I could figure something solid and proper out on handling Kisara in Wonderland / ffu

Right now she's like in this vague Yugioh but not quite Yugioh limbo.

Cause like out side of the actual verse/interactions she has with other Yugioh Muses like idk I've slowly been straying away (unintentionally or not even idk any more)

----

Like yeh she's tied to this White Dragon Spirit that's a near Deity, arrived from a desert home (basically Egypt) where her appearance was seen as a curse more then a blessing.

Her home was ravaged and everyone killed by orders of their King (she only knows as much as everyone died)

Perhaps what everyone else knows as Chaos took the form and name of the dark demon long locked away- Zorc

Keep flip flopping between how closely tied would she be to her people's Gods, and using one idea I've frequently thought of where the Thief King basically became a vessel for him she was to be a vessel for Horahkty? - or at least when born was in part created from a part of her light kinda thing.

Of course as only a child her powers have yet to fully awaken or develop- and even now only a fraction of it only truly emerging in times of dire stress.

#She is the embodiment of light and that's a thing that's sticking alright #and yeh okay I'll admit it can be a tiny bit jelly seeing everyone with already planned out stuff or characters that have past connections #to each other and Kisa kinda feeling like she's there #(but I also know and am excited for all the future interactions and growth n stuff #ooc #having thoughts #like imma be honest out side of the ygo context her relation to it doesn't really change much in this setting lol #that and as a kid while I won't say she has 0 agency she has a lot less then adult muse and kinda relies heavily on interactions with those #around her and stuff

[justaradioguy]

@shiroi---kumo has a request ->

He's shown up at the door of the room that was assigned to his friend and his arms are too full to knock, so he moves his foot forward to kick it gently a few times to serve for the motion instead.

"Kain?" He sounds as he shifts his weight to readjust the blankets in his arms and the one wrapped around himself that he drug from his own room along with him. "Kain are you awake? Can I stay here with you?"

It's more than obviously one cloud prince seems to be lonely.

Chicken is already climbing out of bed onto the floor, doing happy taps with his feet as if he can get it open all by himself just by doing that.

Kain's not far behind, and while he had definitely not been awake, he won't be denying Kumo's request either.

His free hand, the one not gripping onto his cane, is rubbing his eyes as he shuffles to the door to open it. His glasses are left on the table next to his bed, not necessary for now. Kumo and Chicken won't let him fall.

The chocobo is already talking, little kwehs and warks that Kain doesn't understand but doesn't need to - Chicken is happy, and that's all that matters.

"Mhm, you can come in," he replies, clearing his throat to try and get some of the gruffness out of his voice. "Something bothering you?"

#picking up the phone ;; asks #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #r ;; i'll shield you from the rain [ kumo / shiroi kumo ]

[justaradioguy]

|| @shiroi---kumo

He's got no clue as to how far from the Comodeen he manages to get before both legs - injured and strong alike - decide to give under him. He falls forward with the momentum he'd already gained, crashing into the forest floor. His hands drop his cane to break his fall, hitting tree roots underneath the dead and fallen leaves so hard that he's sure if he survives that they'll bruise.

Somehow, he can't really be bothered to get himself up again. Instead he turns himself over, staring up at the trees and the sky peeking through them with vision blurred by tears. It's quiet other than the sobs that occasionally tear from his chest to break the peaceful silence.

That person's words won't go away, instead repeating ad nauseam. You really think he'd care about some random he found wandering Wonderland?

No. Of course not.

Kumo doesn't really care. And, unfortunately, that type of reasoning seems to apply to Roy and Riza too.

They're only nice to him to ease their consciences. He is nothing more than a tool. Edward, if he were here, would probably argue that all souls are worth the same, but suddenly in a single afternoon Kain is so certain that his own is worth nothing at all.

He's a mistake. He's fucked up just by living the life that he has, and he doesn't understand why that is, why somebody out there can't just love him as he is without having an ulterior motive.

And Kumo - Kumo had seemed so nice. Riza, too, lately, and Roy almost. All of it being a lie is too painful to bear, too much to deal with to make it worth ever interacting with anyone again.

He had only wanted a friend. Just one.

Anyone. Anyone at all.

Someone to just tell him honestly he's loved, that it matters not just whether he's alive but whether he's happy.

But it doesn't.

He imagines that no one will grieve if he dies out here. Not for him, not for his soul. They will grieve only the convenience and comfort he provides, and he will be replaced soon after that.

No one even knows him. No one even knows what they'll lose, if someone like him can even be considered a loss.

It's in the middle of contemplating this that he hears a snarl. A twig snaps, followed by another.

So this is it, then.

His life will end just as it was lived: alone and wishing for companionship.

Kain doesn't try to run, even as whatever has laid sights on him lunges out of its hiding spot with a sickening battle cry that sounds otherworldly. No, he awaits his fate patiently almost as if welcoming it.

If his time's up, his time's up.

It lands over him, blocking out the sunlight. Whatever this beast is, it's intelligent enough to pin his right arm above his head with one of its several clawed feet to give him absolutely no chance to escape. Its breath is hot as it spreads over his face.

One of its other feet is holding his bad leg, and before Kain can make the request for this creature to be quick with whatever it's going to do, it's increasing the pressure of its hold. The pain is white hot and blinding, searing from his leg up into his spine in a way that makes his head swim dangerously close to unconsciousness.

Every movement only makes it worse, and he can't figure out whether there are claws sinking in or bone being crushed or how this thing knew that doing this was getting at his most vulnerable and weak place.

There's just knowledge that his leg is being damaged more than it was already, but it doesn't really matter because it ends as quickly as it begins. It ends as he's picked up by his throat and lifted to meet this monster's gaze. Its eyes, all four of them, are bright yellow, and that's the last detail Kain gets to notice before the hold is released and both of them are on the ground.

Whether the blood on the leaves belongs to him or the beast, he's not sure.

He casts his eyes upward, gaze falling on the Maken in all its unfortunate splendor and beauty before he forces them shut again. No. He is angry. He has to be angry. Past any amount of pain he is in, past the sheer heartbreak of believing that maybe he is simply unloveable, he needs to be angry.

Kumo is next to him asking what happened, and he can't bring himself to answer.

Maybe, if he's quiet enough, the Misterican will leave him alone. He doesn't want to lash out if he doesn't have to.

The only sounds he produces are stifled sobs and sniffles, words not once passing his lips.

Maybe, if he's really lucky, he can convince Kumo into thinking he's too injured to save and the swordsman will leave to go inform the others he's gone, and then he can be alone forever.

No one can hurt him if he's alone.

But Kumo doesn't seem to be moving, and for just the slightest moment Kain's curious if the Maken will soon be driven into him just the same.

That sure would be ironic.

#r ;; i'll shield you from the rain [ kumo / shiroi---kumo ] #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #tw injury #tw death #tw blood #tw grief #tw long post

[justaradioguy]

closed starter for @alchemist-of-decay ->

Even without the ever-looming threat of a corrupt, war-obsessed government, Amestrians seem to never be safe.

Kain supposes it's almost fitting, in a way, for them to end up one by one in a place like Wonderland. First Roy, then Riza, then Breda, then Hahn - those are the four he knows, because he's been told that the Lyssa that's here is definitely not the Lyssa that Mustang is fond of.

Granted, even if it were, he wouldn't have a clue. It isn't like he's been all that involved in anyone's personal lives.

He wonders daily how many of his kind have ended up here but not been fortunate enough to scrape on to the Comodeen. He's heard of other villages, so all he can hope for is that they ended up in those places instead and that they are well.

Kumo is out again. Presumably, he's searching for two missing alchemists that Kain's also worried sick over.

At least Chicken didn't manage to sneak off with the Misterican this time. Instead, he's gone just outside to pester the guards, and Kain's followed just behind him.

He has to admit that the fresh air is nice. After making quick small talk, he decides that idling on his cane is doing more harm than good for his wrist and it'd be better to walk just a bit instead. He informs both guards he'll be right back, then goes to sit somewhere quiet that isn't made of artificial materials.

Even a city boy needs a few minutes of sunlight every now and again.

It seems Chicken's delighted as well, singing some song or another as he frolics and searches for a little trinket to bring back for somebody.

The song stops when the bird sees another person.

Kain looks up, and he's not sure whether to scream or to run.

Neither. He doesn't have to do either, because before he can begin to choose one, he sees the familiar blue and silver of an Amestrian uniform.

Vaguely, this woman seems familiar. The fiery red hair is definitely difficult to forget, but he's just not sure where he's personally seen it before. Did they cross paths briefly in Central after he'd transferred there? She definitely isn't from the south - he would remember that.

He wishes just this once he would've kept his uniform on instead of accepting casual clothes from the Comodeen. His eyes fall onto the stars atop her shoulders.

Up he gets, offering the best salute he can manage given just how difficult it is to balance. Hopefully she's friendly and recognizes him a bit better than he does her. The last thing he wants is to bring trouble to the compound.

"Major," he greets. Chicken does not share his formality, instead bounding up to this stranger as if she's a close friend. Still though, he maintains the salute if only to show some semblance of not being a hostile. "Please forgive the bird, sir. And forgive me if this is a bit forward, but you look a bit worse for wear - are you alright?"

#[ theo forcibly dragging his friends into ffu hell with him vs theo's friends being willingly dragged ] #[ welcome to wonderland keiva! ] #[ see that was what my friend kira led with ] #[ it was great ] #[ i hope u like it here on tumble dot hellsite ] #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #thread: the tour guide also doesn't have a clue

[justaradioguy]

( @shiroi---kumo ) ->

He's coming floating over the Amestrian as he sets at a table with a book before him and a rather perplexed look upon his face.

"Herra Fuery." He keeps his voice level and soft, yet loud enough to announce his presence to the other man so he won't startle him. Jade eyes are falling down on the book before him, and reading a few of the words to see it's a book about Wonderland in general and it makes him ponder for a moment if the man had been looking for a book on the subject or if he picked that one by mistake.

If the look in his friend's face is telling him anything, he assumes it was a mistake.

"Can I set here?" He asks, waiting for a moment to be given permission before he takes a seat on the bench like seats within the Comodeen's dining hall.

"Are you doing some reading on Wonderland or are you having some trouble? Pardon me for assuming so, but the look on your face seemed to indicate irritation, so I thought I would inquire. Is this the book you wanted? I know the Comodeen's selection is limited but I have a fair collection of my own if this is not what you were seeking. Can I help in anyway?"

He lifts his head from where it's propped up in his hand, glancing towards the approaching Misterican before looking back down at the book.

Unfortunately, he can't hide his dampened mood completely right now even though he's been trying.

Kain doesn't want to seem ungrateful. He's just frustrated at the situation, even more now that he knows it's clearly visible. He used to be good at hiding negativity.

"Well, White Cloud, to be honest with you I'm not really reading anything," he finally says, sliding the book across the table towards him. "Amestrian doesn't look like this at all. I'd argue that whatever this book is written in doesn't even look like a language from any of our neighboring countries, either - it's like someone made up a whole new alphabet. Not that I've seen a lot from those countries, save for Aerugo, but... even they use a really similar alphabet to Amestris. This is just a bunch of shapes to me and I don't understand them."

#picking up the phone ;; asks #shiroi---kumo #verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

@shiroi---kumo -> muse relationship meme (accepting)

❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ 💙☁️💙☁️💙

how my muse clicked with yours : almost right away

a thought my muse has about yours : "That's my Best Friend Kumo"

a strange thought my muse has about yours : "What do his horns feel like on his head? Like, to him...? Is he constantly aware of them?"

a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : I'd literally die for Kumo just talking to him or reading him a book while he's stuck in bed bored out of his mind. I live for one talkative marshmallow. Alternatively, I'd love to let Kain and Makenshi have a conversation at some point. Unstoppable force (Kain's heart) meets immovable object (Makenshi's wall).

#picking up the phone ;; asks #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #broadcasted ;; queue #r ;; i'll shield you from the rain [ kumo / shiroi kumo ]

[justaradioguy]

It's the middle of the day, but Kain's still in bed.

His leg hurts like hell, some days worse than others. Today's one of the worst and he hasn't a clue why.

No way he's complaining or asking for painkillers, though. He's too busy stroking Chicken's feathers while the bird is snuggled up under the blanket with him, his mind wandering in the directions it usually does but consistently brought back by how much his leg is aching. The pain keeps him there, so as unhealthy as it probably is to use that as a means to keep from spiraling, he does anyway. It's half the reason he keeps telling Cid it doesn't hurt.

Chicken knows better though, and refuses to leave the man's side on days like these. If there's any reason at all to stay in Wonderland, it's being able to keep this chocobo close by.

There's a light knock at the door. He doesn't want to move, but it seems the visitor won't come in unless he lets them. With a sigh, he puts Chicken off to the side, taking up his cane and limping over to the door.

The pain sits just a bit above the 'still tolerable' level, so despite it, he tries to put a welcoming expression on his face before he opens the door.

It's someone from the Comodeen - not anyone he recognizes by name, though. Not Cid, Knave, or anyone else.

"Master Sergeant Fuery, right? I've got some Amestrians who wanted to come find you immediately."

Amestrians who wanted to find him? Him, specifically?

Why? His face pulls itself into a frown.

He can't think of anyone who'd want to find him specifically for any good reason.

But before he can even ask, the Comodeen member steps to the side to reveal a shy smile and bright blue eyes peeking out from behind messy blond hair.

"Aw, don't look all upset like that, Sarge. How've you been? This place sure is something, isn't it?"

His body is frozen for a moment, unable to act, to process, but finally he gets control back.

Pain and injury be damned, he drops the cane to wrap his arms around the boy in front of him. His leg makes him almost regret it, but there's enough support from the other to keep him balanced when he takes his weight off of it.

"I missed you when you went off to Central, y'know? Sergeant Landry's kinda bad at cracking jokes - things were getting boring."

"Of course you'd be rambling, Finch - skip all that. Are you okay?"

"Yes sir, I'm fine. But anyway, I won't be here for long."

His muscles tense, and something in his heart knows that those words are true. Still, he has to ask.

"Why? Where are you going?"

"Do you remember when we met back up in Fotset?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

There's a beat of silence between them.

"I think it does. You remember, right?"

"Of- of course, I-"

No.

No, no, not this again.

"You remember."

His grip tightens painfully, but he knows it won't stop the inevitable. It does nothing but hurt.

"You were almost nineteen."

"I am today."

"I know."

More silence.

"We were gonna make a cake when we both got out of there."

"I didn't make it."

"I know."

"I would have."

"I know. Don't leave again."

"I'm already out the door, sir. Try not to ditch anyone else, alright?"

No.

"Please-"

He's fading. He's fading. He's fading, leaving Kain frantically grasping at nothing. He stumbles forward, chest tightening as he falls to the floor.

He never hits it. His eyes snap open. He's still in bed.

Still a failure.

Still a killer, even if indirect.

"When will the nightmares stop?" he whispers.

#tw death #death tw #nightmare tw #tw nightmare #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #[ inspired by a discussion on discord during which fuery ran with 'do the nightmares ever stop' ] #transcribing notes ;; mun's writing

[justaradioguy]

@shiroi---kumo has a gift ->

Over does the man of snow float to the small Amestrian with something hiding in his hands. White clothed feet drop gently on the ground and jade eyes smile brightly as thin lips spread out wide.

"Herra Fuery, I have come to learn today is the day of your birth." He sounds with song lacing his words. "As this is a day to celebrate please allow me to give you a gift."

His hands open revealing within a thin metal chain with small white stone affixed at the end. If one looks closely it almost seems alive with the way the clouds trapped within it seem to swirl about.

"In my culture, it is customary to present one's loved ones with such an item. We tended to fasten these gems to all sorts of jewelry but I felt a necklace would best as it would be easy to keep out of the way of your regular duties.

The gem is made from the compression of my Mist. So there is none like it within the space of all the universe. Even if I should make another gem they will continue to be one of a kind as I have to make these objects by hand.

I do hope this is to your liking despite it being rather odd compared to human customs. So as we would say in my tongue, Herra Fuery, Hyvää syntymäpäivää!"

|| happy birthday! | accepting for the day

He's wrapped his scarf around his shoulders even though the Comodeen is not particularly cold.

And already, that was plenty enough for Kain to call this birthday the best one so far. Soft objects given to him by someone he loves? Surely, this is heaven.

But here comes Kumo, floating over to him with something enclosed in his hands. He doesn't even get the chance to greet the Misterican before he's launched into a ramble about the snow-colored crystal hanging on a chain that appears to be for him.

Slowly, he reaches out to take it by the chain, holding it up to the light to see the swirling Mist contained inside it.

Somehow, it reminds him of the Maken.

And somehow, it's comforting in a way.

His fingers work to undo the clasp of the chain so that he can put it around his neck as well, silent as he tries to think of what to say.

The words for what he feels are not easy. Kumo's trusted him with an object precious to his culture, one of a kind, and customary to give loved ones, and... honestly, he's not sure if any word in any language can sound thankful enough or fit how much he appreciates it.

Kain supposes he can just try his best.

"I think it's beautiful. I just don't think I can describe exactly how I'm feeling. I don't take the weight of something like this lightly. Thank you, Kumo."

#picking up the phone ;; asks #[ kumo he really doesn't take this one lightly ] #[ he Feels The Significance ] #[ he adores it your honor ] #verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

Kain and his "weird chicken he found" (which he named Chicken)

thank u altair @profanearcane

#verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #sobbing #chicken adventures #this is his son ur honor

[justaradioguy]

@shiroi---kumo sent in a request for kain's honest opinion -> 🌟

Does he have to give it? He's afraid that White Cloud will hear him, and they're only aquaintences - the last thing Kain wants is to make a potential friend uncomfortable.

Finally, he sighs. Might as well be honest. It's not like he has anything bad to say.

"White Cloud is nice. I don't understand him, but he's nice. I get the sense that he's carrying a lot on his shoulders, and I want to help lighten the load if I can. I can't force him to open up about whatever it is he seems so sad about, and I won't ask him to. In a simpler sentence, I'd like to be his friend and I think his horns are pretty."

#picking up the phone ;; asks #verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

someone has a question ->

"Kain you've landed in this strange world and just trusted these people so openly. So willingly. Can you though? Some of them aren't even human. Why would you trust someone like that? Are you sure they aren't just lying to you and your friends for their own gain?"

He's not sure - that's the thing. He's never been sure of anyone, but having first been down south before here, he's learned something firsthand that he doesn't mind passing on.

"We're not meant to be solitary," he explains. "Humans cannot survive alone. Honestly, I can't trust anyone fully. I don't know them. I'm not in their heads, so really, even people I consider my closest friends, my family... they could very well stab me in the back. But it'd be stupid to live like that forever, constantly refusing help because there's a chance I could get hurt. Like, with White Cloud - it was either let him help me up or get hunted down by monsters that would have torn me to shreds. It turned out to be the better call, for sure."

The master sergeant sighs, looking down at his hands before back up at the stranger. There's a sad smile tugging at his lips, his eyes just a bit more haunted than they'd been even less than a year ago. Wiser, but at what cost?

"Same goes when you're out in combat, for instance. You have to sleep sometime, right? It's better to trust your brothers in arms to keep you safe than to risk trying to function on severe sleep deprivation. And most of the time, trusting them is the right way to go and they will keep you safe. It's all about the better option in the moment, and very rarely is the better option being alone. So... you know, call me naïve or whatever else you like, but I doubt I'll ever choose loneliness over company again."

#picking up the phone ;; asks #verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

anonymous asked ->

[ LIE ] + Tell my muse a harmful lie (and they won’t know that you’re lying)

"You think the Misterican loves you? You don't even understand what he says in his own tongue. You really think he gives a damn about some human he just met? Some random he found out in the middle of Wonderland? Don't you realize what kind of monster he is? What kind of a demon? He only helped you to ease his own guilty conscious."

The words are sharp, spoken in a harsh tone that Kain is sure would only fit someone trying to get a point across as efficiently as possible.

The point, unfortunately, from whoever this person happens to be, is loud and clear. It's a point that cuts straight into his soul, chilling him down to his core.

Well, at least someone's truthful, even as the truth lodges itself in his throat and stings at his eyes.

He lowers his head, covering his mouth with his hand to try and keep the impending sobs back. It's like he'd told Mustang not too long ago.

No one cares for him and no one ever has.

Kain had just wanted this time to be different.

That's all this is. Want. Desperate, last-ditch desire to be loved despite all the defects.

He looks down the hall with tear-blurred eyes. Kumo's gone off someplace - he's been gone for a day now. Everyone else seems to be busy or perhaps sleeping, and the concrete is morphing into drywall. He feels shorter, smaller - small enough for his father to stand over him, small enough to be afraid and defenseless.

"You think the Misterican loves you?" the man roars. "You really think he gives a damn?"

It feels as if his lungs are filled with sand, and he has to choke all of it up in heavy sobs before he can get out a meek but honest reply.

"No," he sobs. "N-no, I don't, he- he- no one does-"

No one. They're just easing their consciences - all are killers merely atoning for what they've done. Kumo nor Riza nor Mustang truly want anything to do with him - of course, of course they don't, he's useless other than being a fucking pity case and he's been stupid enough to want anything else.

He can no longer tell what's Wonderland and what's his childhood home, but it no longer seems to matter. He just needs to leave these people alone so they can finally be rid of him. He'll be fine on his own, and they'll all have one less thing to worry about.

The doors don't open as easily as he wants them to, but he manages to get himself outside anyway, away from the compound and all the people in it. There's no telling how far he drags himself with his cane - why isn't it still a walker, how ungrateful could he possibly be? - but it's not like it makes a difference either way. He's far enough.

He's far enough to stop being so damn annoying.

He crashes sideways into the ground, closing his eyes so he can try to make himself quiet down.

#picking up the phone ;; asks #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #tw flashback #flashback tw #[ ouch anon ] #[ just OUCH ]

[justaradioguy]

@musesofthemoon (Yu) has a gift ->

Yu's arrived, and he's coming up with a VERY big bag. Maybe it was more functional than anything, but not knowing each other too well yet, the boy at least wanted to think of something. So, he could only think of something that might help him with his little friend.

"Uh... Well, someone told me that it's your birthday, so happy birthday! I guess there's stuff for both you and Chicken, but I hope you like all of this."

He hands the bag over, which among some nice foods he often uses in making food for his own Chocobo friend, but also some meals for Fuery to enjoy, though a lot of the human food being noodle and rice dishes, due to the fact that making bigger things isn't quite in the preteen's wheelhouse yet.

happy birthday! | accepting for the day

Kumo's given him a pendant, Mustang's given him a scarf, and now here comes Yu with a bag of some kind. He takes it as soon as it's within arm's reach, not wanting the kid to have to struggle with whatever it is.

But he quickly is informed that it's for him and Chicken anyway.

Three gifts in a day?

What has he done to deserve all this?

"Thanks, Yu! I bet Chicken will be absolutely delighted. I know I am," he says as he opens the bag to go through it. There are things he knows, and things he thinks he knows, and then... things he doesn't know.

Grains of some kind in a container - they're singular straight pieces but all clumped together in a way.

He takes the lid off, looking at it more closely to try and figure out what exactly it is that he's dealing with here.

"Is this... is this what rice looks like? We don't really have this in Amestris - I can't wait to try it. This is really thoughtful. I appreciate it a ton!"

#picking up the phone ;; asks #[ oh yu he's so happy ] #[ he's SOOO happy ] #[ and hungry ] #verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

@flameleads has a gift ->

With more time on his hands than normal, Roy had the ability to make things. Namely, he could make scarves: one for Fuery himself and a smaller one for Chicken. Both of them were a soft, sage green---because of course they had to match. That was just proper.

"Happy Birthday, Fuery. I hope this is all right."

|| happy birthday! | accepting for the day

He's never celebrated his birthday. Not openly, at least.

It's usually other people's birthdays that get him all jumpy and excited. His own typically just comes and goes, because no one ever makes a fuss about it.

So, of course, he doesn't expect this one to be any different. Maybe a 'happy birthday' if someone passes by and happens to remember, but certainly not anything grand.

Yet... Mustang approaches him carrying two green squares, pushes them into his hands.

They're delightfully soft, and he's confused as he unfolds them. Confusion quickly turns to a smile and he makes a sound roughly ten octaves higher than his usual speaking pitch.

Two scarves. One for him, one for Chicken (he presumes).

"Oh, Chicken's gonna love it. I just know it. We're gonna match," he states, burying his face into the fabric to try and muffle some of the excitement. "Thank you, sir. This is great."

#[ aw roy he's not materialistic but This? he would be devastated to lose This ] #[ squeaky toy kain let's go ] #picking up the phone ;; asks #verse ;; not quite home (ffu)

[justaradioguy]

@muses-of-kira wants to know ->

"💭 + Wonderland"

from the "ask his thoughts" meme | accepting

He's not sure how to answer - what does he think of Wonderland? On one hand, there are wild animals of ridiculous strength fully capable of throwing an armored vehicle around like a toy. There's also rumors abound of gods and Chaos and apocalypses and lords and demons.

But on the other hand...

Explosions. Screams. Blood. Smoke. Dust. Death.

He can't see, he can't breathe - trench walls are crumbling and crashing around him because the shelling has still yet to cease. He's running aimlessly, telling himself to live, telling himself he's fine and he'll be fine and everything is okay because it's not like anyone else is going to reassure him.

"Sergeant Fuery! Se-"

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. Fuery can't turn back, he can't go save him this time, he has to run even though he knows he's sentencing his own subordinate to death.

"I think... I think I like Wonderland just fine."

#ptsd tw #tw ptsd #tw war #war tw #tw death #death tw #verse ;; not quite home (ffu) #picking up the phone ;; asks