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[Dec. 19] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Meeting on the Other Side of the Mustang Act
Title: Meeting on the Other Side of the Mustang Act
Day/Theme: Dec. 19, 2012
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: OCs (Daniel, as yesterday, Roy & Riza's daughter)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Liz is actually the creation of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harmonyangel and likeadeuce, but today she drops by to be featured in some idle future fic of mine. This is the second fic I've written where I tried to imagine Daniel and Liz meeting each other. I don't have a fixed enough headcanon for this stuff to settle on anything.
"You're an alchemist, aren't you?" Liz guessed, surveying the man from head to toe. He was a civilian. Neat clothes in dark colors. A portfolio tucked under one arm, a briefcase in another. The overall respectable togetherness of his appearance spoiled slightly by a funny cowlick.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered. He had sleepy eyes and his smile struck her as sort of reluctant, which was strange, because she didn't care at all whether he smiled at her or not. Actually, if it were up to her, Liz thought she would prefer if he did not.
"You don't need to call me 'ma'am.' You're not military, so I'm not your superior," she said.
"I apologize," he inclined his head, "I was only trying to be polite."
The man looked about her age, if not older. Even if he meant it well, she didn't take well to the idea of him calling her "ma'am." "Well, I hope it won't happen again. You can take a seat if you wish until the general arrives."
He shifted the briefcase slightly in his hand, but stayed in position. "I'll be fine standing."
"As you like," Liz replied. Not flamboyant at all compared to the majority of the alchemists she had met, which was a refreshing change of pace, but there was certainly nothing impressive about him either. The reason she had guessed he was an alchemist was because the general had deigned to meet with him (she didn't know why at this point). In any other context she would have pegged him for a office clerk or a graduate student.
"Um, again," he broke the silence after several minutes of waiting that clearly felt more awkward to him than to her, "I don't mean to be impolite, but you look sort of familiar."
"I doubt that we've met." If it had been delivered better Liz might have been offended, reading it as a pick-up line, but the man's painfully delicate attempt to broach the subject suggested something different. He had to be mistaking her for someone else. Someone he really did know.
"Hmm, sorry." Quickly, it seemed to occur to him that this might not have sounded very sincere. His pale eyes widened. "Really," he said, "I'm sorry. I mean it."
Liz sighed, but found there was finally something to this situation that made her want to smile. He was just so…silly. "It's fine. No offense taken."
"I must be thinking of someone else."
"Must be."
He finally tired of holding his items and decided to set them down, although he remained standing. His hands were bare. Someone should have told him to wear gloves. He stuck them in his coat pockets. "Do you know many alchemists?" he inquired, quite casually compared to the way he had spoken before.
"A few," she answered vaguely. This man was an alchemist, after all. Maybe there was a bit more cunning in him than his appearance suggested. But there was no way that he could know. Absolutely no way.
Unless…
"…Are you very connected to any other alchemists?"
He smiled a little further, while any hints of a similar expression that might have cropped up on Liz's face dropped away at his response, "I would have to say yes. I'm a student of Edward Elric's. The former Fullmetal Alchemist. So I have a passing acquaintance with a variety of other notables, not that's something I really deserve."
"You've met Roy Mustang then."
"A handful of times. …It's been years though."
Well, there was that. Now Liz was hoping that the general would finish her briefing that proceeded this just as much as the visiting alchemist probably had been a minute or two ago.
"You know," he cocked his head a little to the side- not to look down at her; they were roughly the same height- and smiled with greater force, "The Mustang Act saved my life."
"Hmm," Liz replied. What else did she have to say? That was one thing she'd never heard about the Mustang Act before.
Day/Theme: Dec. 19, 2012
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: OCs (Daniel, as yesterday, Roy & Riza's daughter)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Liz is actually the creation of
harmonyangel and likeadeuce, but today she drops by to be featured in some idle future fic of mine. This is the second fic I've written where I tried to imagine Daniel and Liz meeting each other. I don't have a fixed enough headcanon for this stuff to settle on anything."You're an alchemist, aren't you?" Liz guessed, surveying the man from head to toe. He was a civilian. Neat clothes in dark colors. A portfolio tucked under one arm, a briefcase in another. The overall respectable togetherness of his appearance spoiled slightly by a funny cowlick.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered. He had sleepy eyes and his smile struck her as sort of reluctant, which was strange, because she didn't care at all whether he smiled at her or not. Actually, if it were up to her, Liz thought she would prefer if he did not.
"You don't need to call me 'ma'am.' You're not military, so I'm not your superior," she said.
"I apologize," he inclined his head, "I was only trying to be polite."
The man looked about her age, if not older. Even if he meant it well, she didn't take well to the idea of him calling her "ma'am." "Well, I hope it won't happen again. You can take a seat if you wish until the general arrives."
He shifted the briefcase slightly in his hand, but stayed in position. "I'll be fine standing."
"As you like," Liz replied. Not flamboyant at all compared to the majority of the alchemists she had met, which was a refreshing change of pace, but there was certainly nothing impressive about him either. The reason she had guessed he was an alchemist was because the general had deigned to meet with him (she didn't know why at this point). In any other context she would have pegged him for a office clerk or a graduate student.
"Um, again," he broke the silence after several minutes of waiting that clearly felt more awkward to him than to her, "I don't mean to be impolite, but you look sort of familiar."
"I doubt that we've met." If it had been delivered better Liz might have been offended, reading it as a pick-up line, but the man's painfully delicate attempt to broach the subject suggested something different. He had to be mistaking her for someone else. Someone he really did know.
"Hmm, sorry." Quickly, it seemed to occur to him that this might not have sounded very sincere. His pale eyes widened. "Really," he said, "I'm sorry. I mean it."
Liz sighed, but found there was finally something to this situation that made her want to smile. He was just so…silly. "It's fine. No offense taken."
"I must be thinking of someone else."
"Must be."
He finally tired of holding his items and decided to set them down, although he remained standing. His hands were bare. Someone should have told him to wear gloves. He stuck them in his coat pockets. "Do you know many alchemists?" he inquired, quite casually compared to the way he had spoken before.
"A few," she answered vaguely. This man was an alchemist, after all. Maybe there was a bit more cunning in him than his appearance suggested. But there was no way that he could know. Absolutely no way.
Unless…
"…Are you very connected to any other alchemists?"
He smiled a little further, while any hints of a similar expression that might have cropped up on Liz's face dropped away at his response, "I would have to say yes. I'm a student of Edward Elric's. The former Fullmetal Alchemist. So I have a passing acquaintance with a variety of other notables, not that's something I really deserve."
"You've met Roy Mustang then."
"A handful of times. …It's been years though."
Well, there was that. Now Liz was hoping that the general would finish her briefing that proceeded this just as much as the visiting alchemist probably had been a minute or two ago.
"You know," he cocked his head a little to the side- not to look down at her; they were roughly the same height- and smiled with greater force, "The Mustang Act saved my life."
"Hmm," Liz replied. What else did she have to say? That was one thing she'd never heard about the Mustang Act before.