Erase My Life [OPEN]

[Riza Hawkeye]

Riza glanced up away from her gun, and muttered, "...Evening, but there is nothing good about it." Riza was surprised at Mr. Mustang's response, the last time she had seen him they had been at her father's grave, and he had been asking about the secret of her father's research and alchemy. She wondered if he had ever succeeded in figuring out the secret. She had joined the military because she had believed in his dream of making the country a better place, but now she was stuck in a seemingly endless war. She stared at him a moment, blankly, then stared back down at her guns, at this point her guns were probably beyond sanitary... definitely sterile. She held it limply with out any feeling as she gazed vacantly out towards the horizon.

[Roy Mustang]

"We're still alive, I see nothing wrong with it." Mustang retorted, his tone was neither selfish nor was it full of life. Instead it seemed empty, like a glass that had used to be full only the reminants of what had once been there remained. The same hallowed expression in his eyes matched his empty tone. Dark black eyes peered out from under a tangle of sweaty black bangs pushed haphazardly across a sunburned forehead. She was cleaning her gun, something that he usually saw her doing, it was something that everyone did. If the barrel went to long without being cleaned the gun didn't function properly. It almost seemed like the process was a sort of renewal it marked the end of every large scale massacre, whenever the gun was used it was cleaned. The way she held her gun almost made Mustang think that it would slip from her fingers at any moment.

His own hands tightened as he placed them deep into his pockets and tried to avoid the light that the sun was casting into his eyes. He was waiting for her response to his statement, which had probably been something of a grim reminder of their situation.

[Riza Hawkeye]

"We are still alive but many others are not, too many are dead... My father was right you know..." Riza replied, her voice monotone. Her eyes were listless, her short hair was sandy and rather out of place. She glanced up at the man in front of her, he looked lost and out of place here in the desert in the middle of the massacre. His eyes were uncomfortable staring at her gun, his hands clenched in his pockets. She wondered what it was like at the front lines working with Major Kimberly and the other alchemists, seeing the death and destruction up close.

[Dante]

A many hours later, Jaise ducked out of General Haruko's tent. Five minutes into her report, another doll had waddled along and told her new, interesting news.

"We've been found out." she announced to her commanding officer. "The Ishbalans know we've been spying on their original meeting place, but have yet to know how. They've moved to another area I already had covered. They're amasing a small army east of here right now."

The General gave orders to have the troops prepared to meet them, as their intentions were unknown to him and Jaise. As they discussed plans and asked Jaise for more intelligence, she grew increasingly excited about the approaching battle. blood-shed was in the air.

As they finished and she was dismissed, the general called after her as she went to leave. "Jaise."

She paused, knowing what he was going to say.

"Stay off the battle field." he said sternly.

"Yes, oka-san." she replied in a mocking way and left. She wandered through the camp as the sun rose into the sky. The night had gone by without her and many soldiers could be heard waking up to the bark of the higher officers. Told to prepare to go to battle. So on and so forth. She envied them with all her being; how she longed to join the fight. Feed her blood-lust....

Jaise made her way to the mess tent where the soldiers were being herded to eat a quick meal before engaging their enemy. She wondered absently if she would see Roy today....

((sorry if I god-moded a bit. Just something to get the plot moving. where's kimbley? we could use him in here))

[Roy Mustang]

[[sorry this took so long I had it all typed up yesterday but when I went to post my internet cut .... it sucked to say the least.]]

"He was right..." Roy echoed the words that Hawkeye had spoken, her had been right in so many ways. It was almost as if his prophecy had come true from the very beginning, the first time Roy had seen the battlefield was the last time that he was able to remember feeling anything. With those words Roy had turned and walked away, it was the conclusion of the conversation he would not allow it to go any further enough had been said. There was no use dwelling on past and present mistakes the important thing now was making up for the future and not screwing up again.

Another battle was going to take place again and the chaotic atmosphere had only begun to blossom. It had only been a few hours later and sirens were going off yet again to signal the coming of another battle. Roy sighed a little as he remembered the earlier conversation with Hawkeye, the whole thing was still fresh in his mind. He was walking towards the mess tent now, where food was being served before people were going off to fight again. He found his feet taking him somewhere where he didn't want to be, he hadn't been counting on going to eat because he was not hungry in reality. Roy found that he was the furtherest from anything except maybe sleep or some sort of rest. He needed to relax, but he was unable to do even that, he knew that it wouldn't come easy and right now that idea threatened to consume him. Treading through the dirt, the smell of some sort of edible substance drifted through the hot humid air. The smell was thick and it was riding on the thin breeze that was brought at the end of the day. The battle tonight was promising to be one that would last a while especially since they were offering food beforehand.

Since he had been here Roy had fallen into the very unrountinue yet predictable movements of the military in the camp. Before any promising battle they offered food in the mess tent, it was almost as if a meal would give the soldiers enough strength to do better. Last time Roy had checked no one was supposed to have any sort of appetite before they went out and committed murder, but that was just his opinion. As he was nearing the entrance to the mess tent in the distant he saw a lone figure with a ragged small figure following behind it in a lopsided manner. A small shiver tried to escape down Roy's spine but he wouldn't allow it because before a battle fear could mean death. He immediately recognized her.

[Dante]

Jaise soon saw Mustang in the crowd of soldiers. She watched him from a distance, waiting for flickers of emotions to pass across his face. When she found none were making themselves known, she sucked on her teeth idly. She wanted to at least watch the battle, but it seemed she would have to settle for the view her little doll would provide her.

Making her way through the crowd, she approached Mustang. Her little doll trailed closly behind, trying to avoid being stepped on by the weary and reluctant soldiers. Jaise walked by Roy, slowing down just enough to say, "Good luck, Mustang," before moving on, an insane and evil giggle escaping her. The doll followed, looking back at Roy with it's one eye before following its master as she left the tent.

Jaise walked to the edge of the encampment, looking out on the prospective battlefield in the distance. She could barely see the soldiers that were out there waiting. New lambs ready to be butchered and cooked to feed the Amerstrians thirst for blood. The soldiers hated this, except for the few like herself, but she knew the generals and others up top enjoyed war. Just like she did. The only thing Gerneral Haruko said was holding her back from rising to his rank was her mental instability. Oh well. Jaise settled for watching the squanders and bloodshed from her rank as major and restricited area of insanity.

Absently, she wondered if she had given Roy a scare. She hadn't paused to see his reaction to her well-wishing. Sometimes she liked to just let her imagination take over.

The ragged doll collapsed to the ground next to her, watching the landscape with equal interest.