You all know I'm doing this because of my Crazed Hannibal obsession right...?
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And my finger is dead. My poor middle finger. D:
It was damaged during laser quest.
Dx
Damn laser gun.
Now my finger has missing skin and it's orange and ewwwwwwww....
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The blond sharphooter couldn't stand it. The man had eaten his own sister from a broth. She shivered. As she left she could see a man pressed against the bars his arms extending for her. She ignored and simply kept walking, she quickly headed out the door, running into something almost falling backwards, "Oh sorry, I should've looked where I was going."
"No problem Lieutenant," the Colonel said.
The blond quickly looked up, "Oh Colonel!" she had a small blush, "Sorry Sir."
"Why exactly are you here sir?" she said.
"Hannibal Lector..." he said quickly.
"...I see." she said, "I was just with him."
The flame hesitated, "The Fuhrer ordered you just to talk to him right? Nothing more?"
She nodded, "I should be reporting back to him."
He nodded, "Be careful." he said.
She nodded, and proceeded to leave.
Roy watched as she left, then stared down the hallway, proceeding to go down it.
He looked at the man whose hands were extended out, he looked somewhat crazy, he was fidgeting around, mumbling strange words. He kept going, looking at the people within the cells, then stopping upon seeing Kimblee.
Kimiblee grinned, "So, Hero of Ishval. How are you upon this fine day? Your lieutenant was here earlier, but I'm guessing you already know."
Roy didn't answer, simply leaving he proceeding down the hall.
Roy sat down in the chair, still warm from when Hawkeye was there.
"Why I'm getting many visitors today." Hannibal remarked, drawing on the pad of paper. Drawings along the walls.
"So, sir. What is your name?"
"Roy Mustang." the ebony haired man answered.
"Ah, I've heard of you, you were in Ishval No?" he smiled, "I just told the woman before you about my childhood."
Roy nodded, "What exactly did you tell her?"
"Oh, I told her that I had eaten my own sister from a broth thanks to the Looters. Mishca, my younger sister. The Woman, Riza I think it was, reminds me of Mishca."
Roy clenched his fists, resisting the urge to snap his fingers.
"Tell me," he began, "What was it like to burn people alive?"
Roy stared at him, this man reminded him so much of Kimblee.
Roy stood up leaving.
Hannibal grinned, "Nice to meet you Roy Mustang, I hope to see you again in the near future."
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And that is the end of craptastic crack made fanfiction.
=P
Why the hell did I make this..? Oh yeah, my dream.
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My dream was better, Riza was Clarice.
XDDD
And it was movie Hannibal, not Book.
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And my finger is dead. My poor middle finger. D:
It was damaged during laser quest.
Dx
Damn laser gun.
Now my finger has missing skin and it's orange and ewwwwwwww....
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The blond sharphooter couldn't stand it. The man had eaten his own sister from a broth. She shivered. As she left she could see a man pressed against the bars his arms extending for her. She ignored and simply kept walking, she quickly headed out the door, running into something almost falling backwards, "Oh sorry, I should've looked where I was going."
"No problem Lieutenant," the Colonel said.
The blond quickly looked up, "Oh Colonel!" she had a small blush, "Sorry Sir."
"Why exactly are you here sir?" she said.
"Hannibal Lector..." he said quickly.
"...I see." she said, "I was just with him."
The flame hesitated, "The Fuhrer ordered you just to talk to him right? Nothing more?"
She nodded, "I should be reporting back to him."
He nodded, "Be careful." he said.
She nodded, and proceeded to leave.
Roy watched as she left, then stared down the hallway, proceeding to go down it.
He looked at the man whose hands were extended out, he looked somewhat crazy, he was fidgeting around, mumbling strange words. He kept going, looking at the people within the cells, then stopping upon seeing Kimblee.
Kimiblee grinned, "So, Hero of Ishval. How are you upon this fine day? Your lieutenant was here earlier, but I'm guessing you already know."
Roy didn't answer, simply leaving he proceeding down the hall.
Roy sat down in the chair, still warm from when Hawkeye was there.
"Why I'm getting many visitors today." Hannibal remarked, drawing on the pad of paper. Drawings along the walls.
"So, sir. What is your name?"
"Roy Mustang." the ebony haired man answered.
"Ah, I've heard of you, you were in Ishval No?" he smiled, "I just told the woman before you about my childhood."
Roy nodded, "What exactly did you tell her?"
"Oh, I told her that I had eaten my own sister from a broth thanks to the Looters. Mishca, my younger sister. The Woman, Riza I think it was, reminds me of Mishca."
Roy clenched his fists, resisting the urge to snap his fingers.
"Tell me," he began, "What was it like to burn people alive?"
Roy stared at him, this man reminded him so much of Kimblee.
Roy stood up leaving.
Hannibal grinned, "Nice to meet you Roy Mustang, I hope to see you again in the near future."
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And that is the end of craptastic crack made fanfiction.
=P
Why the hell did I make this..? Oh yeah, my dream.
><;
My dream was better, Riza was Clarice.
XDDD
And it was movie Hannibal, not Book.
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