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scriveyner) wrote2013-06-24 08:48 pm
scriveyner) wrote2013-06-24 08:48 pm
Fullmetal Alchemist (Three Alchemists) - A Flirt [Roy/Irina]
Title: A Flirt
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Three Alchemists
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Irina
Rating: T
Length: 319
Summary: Roy was very good at bullshitting himself into places he shouldn’t be.
As much as Roy bemoaned the fact that the secretarial pool had a dress code based on the ever-present military uniform, the existence of the uniform served its purpose. Outsiders were immediately recognized as such - whether they were red-coated menaces to his afternoon, or the attendants of a diplomatic convoy come to meet with the Fuhrer.
There were both Amestrian and Xingian translators on hand to make the entire meeting as seamless as possible. Roy wasn’t sure how that was going to work out, the native language was less about being direct and more about burying the point behind several layers of bullshit. It was the sort of thing he could get behind, if he ever had the wherewithal to learn the language.
He would leave the forays into other dialects to those better suited to it.
It was a matter of engaging a diplomat in a fairly innocuous conversation in order to get closer to the conference room than he should have been allowed. Excluding the Fuhrer’s top staff, even brigadier generals were not permitted onto the floor. Roy was very good at bullshitting himself into places he shouldn’t be, in order to linger around and eavesdrop, gleaning as much information as he could before he got the boot.
He had worked the room, moving on from the diplomat to one of his attendants - she was clearly a little flustered at the attention he was giving her, and he was about to ply some juicy information from her when an all-too-familiar voice spoke from behind him. “Well, I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here, Colonel Mustang."
The attendant took the chance to escape when Roy turned. He sighed and watched her go. "You’ve cost me some god information,” he murmured.
“Pity,” Irina Chesteine said.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Three Alchemists
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Irina
Rating: T
Length: 319
Summary: Roy was very good at bullshitting himself into places he shouldn’t be.
As much as Roy bemoaned the fact that the secretarial pool had a dress code based on the ever-present military uniform, the existence of the uniform served its purpose. Outsiders were immediately recognized as such - whether they were red-coated menaces to his afternoon, or the attendants of a diplomatic convoy come to meet with the Fuhrer.
There were both Amestrian and Xingian translators on hand to make the entire meeting as seamless as possible. Roy wasn’t sure how that was going to work out, the native language was less about being direct and more about burying the point behind several layers of bullshit. It was the sort of thing he could get behind, if he ever had the wherewithal to learn the language.
He would leave the forays into other dialects to those better suited to it.
It was a matter of engaging a diplomat in a fairly innocuous conversation in order to get closer to the conference room than he should have been allowed. Excluding the Fuhrer’s top staff, even brigadier generals were not permitted onto the floor. Roy was very good at bullshitting himself into places he shouldn’t be, in order to linger around and eavesdrop, gleaning as much information as he could before he got the boot.
He had worked the room, moving on from the diplomat to one of his attendants - she was clearly a little flustered at the attention he was giving her, and he was about to ply some juicy information from her when an all-too-familiar voice spoke from behind him. “Well, I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here, Colonel Mustang."
The attendant took the chance to escape when Roy turned. He sighed and watched her go. "You’ve cost me some god information,” he murmured.
“Pity,” Irina Chesteine said.