And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

A shield? Well, kinda.. *darts over, reaching out for one of Ed's wrists* Just, uh, stay behind me. Why am I doing this again?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Because I don't like being extra-crispy?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*peers confusedly over his shoulder at Ed* Whatnow?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Put a bubble around Mustang or something or we're all gonna suffer!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me your running away, Hagane.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Running away? Not a chance. Hiding behind somebody bigger? You bet your ass!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

You really are a coward after all. *disgusted look*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Hey, not dying is kind of high on my list of priorities, y'know? I got things to accomplish.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you finally remembered. By the way, we have a few things we need you to investigate...

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Dude, your superiors give you the KFC treatment on a regular enough basis that you know to recognize the warning signs? You should totally sue. *boggles, and peers between the pair of them*

You two should play nicey-nice. Or at least non-violently. I dunno about you two, but I'm bulletproof, so if fecal matter hits spinning blades, I'll totally go tattle to the crazy chick.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I don't understand this concept of "sue."

And, we're not usually... too violent.

Hey, I'm partially bulletproof. Although that's never fun. I prefer to not be around when the shooting starts. Less death that way.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Lawsuit? You sic lawyers on 'em for monetary recompensation for mental, emotional, and physical anguish you suffer at their hands? Cool stuff.

See, my life's all about the being-bulletproof. It's kinda cool. Ricochet's a bitch, though.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Eh, lawyers. I tend to stay out of that stuff, last thing I need is to get my butt court-martialed for that... um ... "incident" five years ago.

It must suck to have people shooting at you all the time. Half the time I get shot at and I have no clue what is going on. It's not fair. At least the handful of times the bullets hit my arm at an angle they richocted back into the shooter. There's karma for ya.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Oooh. An incident-with-a-capital-I. I sense another story. *waggles his eyebrows*

And eh, it can be kinda cool. Savin' the world means you get good press an' a fanclub, and I've had some pret-ty girls in my fanclub over the years, letmetellyou. Even some'a my teammates have been fangirls! It's a pretty sweet gig. Sucks sometimes, but everything does once in a while.

Like finding out half your DNA comes from a big crazy bald supervillain? Kinda a downer.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

*glances around* Eh, half the military knows about it anymore. Everyone's just looking the other way, it seems. Until they decide I'm not useful anymore. Gah. Next time I do something that monumentally stupid I need to make sure I limit the amount of people who know.

...saving the world? Gih, now that's thinking big. I don't think I have any fangirls, which is good. They're scary. .__.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What about your mechanic?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Totally know what you mean, Ed. I'm not without my screwups, believe it or not. You should'a seen my haircut in the late 90s, man. They should've arrested me. (Kind of miss my jacket, though.)

Mechanic?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Heh, well ... you haven't tried to raise the dead, have you?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

She only fangirls the automail, Mustang. You know that. You really shouldn't hit on her, either. Al wants to have words with you in that regard.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

It bothers you that much to do what you wanted? After all the trouble of getting you in...

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Whuhuh?

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

You could show a little gratitude.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

With you threatening to blackmail me at every turn? Not very likely!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

It's not blackmail. I just want you to do your job. Oh, by the way...

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Once more, not only am I off the clock, but we're not even in the country. You have no jurisdiction until we get back to Amestris. *grabs another beer*