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[just-a-simple-doctor]

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After finally seeing his brother surface from his work after returning from East, Martin had discovered something worrying. The look in his eyes when they had sat down for dinner... Martin had seen it before. It was like looking back to a time before Central. Before East. All the way back to a young man, standing in a river of blood, looking over the still warm body of his then girlfriend.

And that scared him.

Confronting him with what he saw, Martin learned of Maes' and Riza's break-up, and the reasons- no... The excuses behind why she had done it. Martin knew his brother well enough by now to know that trying to talk him down from this was all but futile. So he comforted him as best he could, and let him go home to get some rest. the second Maes had left the apartment, Martin was packing a suitcase. Riza needed to know.

Before he left, Martin decided to check in at Central, and ask for a few favors of those that worked closely with his brother. "Just.. Keep an eye out, will you? Don't let him do anything stu-...More stupid than usual, okay?"

That done, he hopped on the first train to East, pausing just long enough to call Riza and ask that she meet with him when he got there, if she had the time off. It was important.

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

Send me one of following to see how my muse reacts

"Am I going insane?"

"I'm coming home, I've been gone for far too long."

"Things happen, but we don't really know why."

"Should I fight for what is right or let it die?"

"This is how it's been, how it always will be."

"I'd sacrifice this world to hold you."

"Don't try to stop me from avenging this world!"

"This can't be heaven, it feels like hell."

"You were told to run away."

"Don't break down in front of me."

"Look at me now!"

"I can't help what I hear in my head."

"I want you to choke when you swallow your pride."

"I want to scream to show you the hell I'm going through!"

"Do you remember me at all?"

"We can't blame this world forever."

"Will I see you on the other side?"

"You're not that good for me."

"Has no one told you? Your cries are all in vain."

"There's always something different going wrong."

"Don't scream, I ask of you."

"I'm just trying to find my way back home."

"Please forgive me, I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's funny how the table turns."

[just-a-simple-doctor]

Maes,

Fair enough, I suppose. We really should learn how to talk on a more regular basis, that way I can actually keep an eye on you. I am not ridiculous, I am sensible. There is a difference. You may be a soldier, but there is a difference in getting shot on a battlefield, getting turned into swiss cheese out of blind fury, and getting assassinated in a phone booth, sir. It would serve you well to remember this.

See you,

Martin

just-a-simple-doctor:

Hey Maes,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I haven’t seen you round, and I was just checking in. Maybe see if you had some free time to come and see your brother. I hope this finds you well, and I don’t end up having to save you from yet another gun shot wound, or several. And don’t you roll your eyes at me, I know you are. Just don’t.

I suppose this will get to you when it gets to you. Hope to hear from you soon, Maes. Take care of yourself

-Martin

Martin,

A while indeed, but that’s pretty usual for us. Work’s been easing up lately so I might be able to stop by sometime soon. I’ll try and let you know soon as I can. And I am not rolling my eyes at you, shut up. I wouldn’t have to roll my eyes at all if you weren’t so ridiculous. Honestly, a man gets shot once or twice and suddenly everyone makes a fuss…

Talk to you soon.

Maes

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"Martin. It's been a while. How have you been?"

"That it has, Ms. Hawkeye. I have been keeping myself as well as I can. Dare I ask of yourself? You and Maes have a history of getting yourselves in trouble, so I am unsure of whether or not I actually wish to know."

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

Martin! Martin, guess what! I'm gonna be a dad!

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

So hey, guys.

I’m putting together a FullmetalStuck session, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to be involved? Anyone is more than welcome to join.

We have room for a maximum of seven more, preferably three, to round out to an even six.

I would need your God Tier information from your character, as well as if they are a Derse or a Prospit Dreamer, as the first one kind of plays a role in whether or not a session can even happen with these players or not. The tests for each are found here(God Tier Test) and here(Derse/Prospit Test)

OPTIMAL CONDITIONS are three male characters and three female characters, with them being divided equally among Derse and Prospit. A session is certainly possible without these conditions, but this is what we  are going to be looking for.

As the God Tier titles are the most important part of the session, I’ll give you the three we have.

The Spark of Form

The Heir of Mind.

Unfortunately, anyone who shares either Class or Aspect with their of these two cannot be in the same session. This is not to say that you can not be in this Verse in the slightest! It just means that you cannot be in the same session. You can easily be in a different Session or a Scratched version of the same session, should things be possible for that.

Please come contact me, either here, on this account, or on my Vriska RP account, here.

I look forward to playing with you!

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

So hey, guys.

I'm putting together a FullmetalStuck session, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to be involved? Anyone is more than welcome to join.

We have room for a maximum of seven more, preferably three, to round out to an even six.

I would need your God Tier information from your character, as well as if they are a Derse or a Prospit Dreamer, as the first one kind of plays a role in whether or not a session can even happen with these players or not. The tests for each are found here(God Tier Test) and here(Derse/Prospit Test)

OPTIMAL CONDITIONS are three male characters and three female characters, with them being divided equally among Derse and Prospit. A session is certainly possible without these conditions, but this is what we  are going to be looking for.

As the God Tier titles are the most important part of the session, I'll give you the three we have.

The Spark of Form

The Heir of Mind.

Unfortunately, anyone who shares either Class or Aspect with their of these two cannot be in the same session. This is not to say that you can not be in this Verse in the slightest! It just means that you cannot be in the same session. You can easily be in a different Session or a Scratched version of the same session, should things be possible for that.

Please come contact me, either here, on this account, or on my Vriska RP account, here.

I look forward to playing with you!

[just-a-simple-doctor]

Based on My RPing guess my age.

[just-a-simple-doctor]

Seeing her tense movements, Martin moved past her into the kitchen, putting water in his kettle to make something to help her relax a bit. As she spoke, he listened intently, nodding along. He knew, of course, about the Philosopher's Stone. He also knew that for any sort of transmutation to take place that there would need to be a physical circle. And if you looked on a map, you wouldn't see one save for the border.

But the border is not physical without a wall, which there isn't one. So the answer had to be below ground. Briggs. The icy fort to the north. Of course. Needless to say, Hughes would be going there as soon as he could manage to move without too much difficulty. But Homunculi. That was something different altogether. Those were supposed to be difficult to create at best, and devastating to others at worst. And there were several? Not only that, but one of them could change it's appearance?This was only getting more convoluted, even with what little was being explained to him.

Taking the now whistling kettle off the stove, he prepared two cups of tea, walking over to the couch, where he sat next to Hawkeye and offered her one of the cups; a silent gesture that she could relax now. She could let herself feel for now. Time enough to lock it all away when others were around. But here, now... She could't afford to bottle it up like this for long.

"Of course nobody can know," he replied, almost too casually. "The enemy doesn't go looking for a dead man. And with that being said, it allows him to be a makeshift spy. Get in places that we otherwise couldn't and gather information. As difficult as it will be to watch all his friends mourn his loss, you and I must remain strong, Riza." Putting an arm around her shoulders, he gently let her lean against him. "I know you will do your best. You always do. It's one of the reasons Maes fell for you, you know."

Survival

She was already back in the kitchen, cleaning the blood out of the rags as best as she could when Martin returned from his room.  Her worried face apparently did little to affect him, or he showed no sign of outward emotion beyond reflecting her own concern.  He appeared tired, though - worn out… and understandably so.  The man had just mended a severe chest wound using alchestry alone.  “I’ll check on him soon,” she answered him, instead of replying to the question at hand.  “He’s asleep, I’m assuming?”  She sighed at his nod and left the rags to soak in a cool water bath contained in a large bowl.   Stepping out of the kitchen, she removed her jacket and carefully folded it so that the bloodstained corner was on top, away from all surfaces it could damage.  After placing it on his counter,  she moved to the couch on the far side of the room and sat heavily on it, putting her head in her hands and her elbows on her knees.  Finally, she took a deep breath and answered his original question. “I honestly know nothing more than what he told me.”  She slowly mulled over what he’d said in his weakened haze.  “Homunculi. One’s a shapeshifter. Transmutation circle. Ingredients are live humans, and they want Briggs.  …And…” she paused, glancing at the door to the bedroom where her fiance now slept, “…and they can’t know that he’s alive… no one can know…” Not even Roy Mustang, she realized with a start.  Her eyes unfocused, staring not at the wall, but through it, at some distant point on the horizon.  No one could know… …But he was alive.

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

Moving fast, the two made their decoy, dragging the meat they were "borrowing" from the butcher down the road to the phone booth, where Martin hastily transformed it into a scarily accurate depiction of his brother. All the while, his mind was only barely on what he was doing. He was taking in all the information that Roy fed him, and storing it away, there was very little time to think about this now, as even as they worked, the sun began to creep over the horizon.

Cursing their snail's pace under his breath, Martin made the final adjustments to the decoy, rising to his feet and stepping back. He had made sure he had not disturbed what blood was there, though it was mostly congealed by that point anyway. Gritting his teeth, he cursed again. Why had Maes gotten himself mixed up in something that didn't even involve him? Honestly it was just like the man to go off half-cocked and help whatever bleeding heart came sobbing in his door.

And this time he very nearly paid with his life, the idiot. They would definitely have words when he was conscious enough to give them. And to add insult to the aforementioned injury, the obvious conclusion was that he would have to go into hiding, leaving all his friends, and Martin himself, had he not been immediately needed to save his life, completely in the dark with no information. Honestly, it's like he never thinks of these things in advance! He just runs out and gets himself involved in whatever skirmish happens to be going on, regardless of if it involves him, directly or otherwise. The man acts like he looks for a way to get himself killed!

Martin hadn't even realized his nails were digging into his palms so hard to cut skin slightly. Turning to face Mustang, he gave a curt nod, signaling they were done there and should get back to Hughes as soon as possible. Walking fast, he made the trip in less time than it would have taken a marathon runner. Opening the front door, he instantly went to his brother's side, kneeling down on the floor next to the bed. He should be waking up soon, seeing as how he hadn't already.

Sure enough, there was the slight twitch of the face that Martin had come to know so well, having had to save this man's sorry ass more times than he would care to count before.

The Nick of Time

Admittedly, what Roy ‘knew’ wasn’t half of what he thought he should know. Probably not even half. But he told the doctor what he could while they worked because the man who saved Hughes’s life deserved that much. And it also filled the minutes that ticked by, keeping him focused on the task at hand while also retracing the man’s steps right up until the point of that phone call. He must have dug too far, struck a vein of something that would have been disastrous to the enemy if cut open. He called from an outside line, and that was the most disturbing clue of all. He stressed that much to Abbey because if Maes didn’t trust the military with the information he’d called Mustang for, then none of them were safe. His friend couldn’t go back to HQ, especially not if it was a fellow solder that was expecting him dead.

Roy thought about his options going forward, always thinking ahead, because clearly the enemy was trying to stay one step ahead of them as well. He didn’t like the idea of leaving decoy, didn’t like pretending the execution had been successful. He didn’t like hiding the evidence when he wanted justice for whoever and whatever had spilled Hughes’s blood. But he couldn’t see any alternative. If Hughes showed up alive, that would just make someone more determined to kill him, and there was no guarantee any other attempt wouldn’t be successful. No, it had to look like it had worked, for Maes’s sake as well as his own. More than anything, he wanted the dirty work done so that he could go back. He wanted to be there when the man woke to hear the tale from his own lips, to get the full explanation. To hear his voice.

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

My muse is angry. How do you calm them down?

[just-a-simple-doctor]

Martin, after ensuring Maes' security in the other room, returned to the Colonel to see his tension ease slightly. "No need to thank me," he replied quickly, though what was said next was the decisive bit. "I will do what I can, but in return, you must tell me everything. My brother just got shot defending who knows what, and I want to know why. My brother, as much as he is, is not one to just go around taking bullets to the chest for any random cause. Colonel," his eyes flashed slightly, a hint of worry in them, but also one of anger. He had never much liked the fact that his brother had gone into the military. He had even moved to Central after his parents died to keep a closer eye on him, but as much as he had suspected something like this would happen, he didn't think it would be this severe. Someone was out for Maes, and Maes specifically in this particular case. "What is going on in this country? Explain to me while we move if you must."

And an explanation, though pried when it had to be, was gained as he grabbed his coat, making his move to the door again. They didn't have much time before daylight, and if Hughes woke up to the both of them gone, he would likely just disappear. No matter what their speed, time was not on their side.

The Nick of Time

Roy did his part to get Maes up into the apartment, but as Martin got to work, he stood back. It was with a remarkable show of will that he didn’t pace. He knew better than to get close to the reaction, to stalk the border of the circle to make sure nothing went wrong. He managed to merely watch, try to wrap his mind around the alchestry being used on his best friend…and more importantly watching the results. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t the worst anymore. Only when the reaction had finished did he move, silently helping to get Hughes where Martin directed so he could rest.

He wanted to stay at the man’s side, wait with him until those hazel eyes opened again, and he could confirm that all was okay. But he knew that wasn’t meant to be, not tonight. Roy found himself in the main room again, still careful not to disturb anything the doctor had there, but he paced back and forth, finally feeling like he could breathe again as well. He drove his hands into his hair, wrapping his fingers around the strands and giving a slight tug. The burn across his scalp jarred him, made him stop where he was and take a deep breath. That was it…all he would allow to come undone, a small show of just how terrified he’d been that this would become the worst night of his life. That he would lose Maes.

Now, they were going to move forward. Lowering his hands, he straightened, the decisive line returning to his broad shoulders. “Thank you,” he told Abbey, the two words with the heaviest weight to them, sounding all too simple for what had just been done, but had to be adequate enough for now. “But I think I still need your help. Someone is still going to be looking for a body come morning, and I need to erase the trail to you.”

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

Having had a rather long day at his office, Martin Abbey had decided to relax a little bit with a cup of tea and a good book. He had just settled into the good part of his novel and his second cup of tea when the banging at his door nearly made him drop both. Rising to his feet, he took the four steps to the door, opening it swiftly. "Ye-"

He froze. That was a military uniform. And they were covered in blood. Had the lighting been better, and had Martin had more time to think clearly, he would have recognized the man from Maes' descriptions in his letters as Roy Mustang, the up-and-coming officer. "What happened, Sir?"

The blood drained from his face as Roy gave a short, three word response. Hughes is dying. Grabbing a piece of chalk from the table nearby, he headed out the door, leaving it open for now. "Take me to him." Nearly jumping down all three flights of stairs, Martin managed to outpace the Colonel by a half-step, landing next to Hughes with a low thump. "Maes!"

It was clear the man was in no condition to walk, and the two of them couldn't carry him up the stairs in time to save his life. Shit. Dragging Maes to the ground, he laid him down as gently as possible before pulling out the chalk with now slightly bloody fingers. Making the basic circle, he activated it, pouring as much of his will into it as he could.

He slowed the bleeding; yes, but Maes was far from okay. Looking to Roy, he silently pleaded with him for help getting him up the stairs to his apartment, where he would use his inlaid circle on the floor to fully close and heal Maes' injury. After that it would be up to him whether or not he pulled through.

But he had survived getting turned into swiss cheese once, one gunshot wound was nothing. Even if it was near the heart. Right, Brother?

The Nick of Time

Roy listened, let Maes guide him, tucking the information into his mind for later reference. He only glanced back once, wincing at the mess still in front of the phone booth. As much as he hated the idea, he would have to come back and do something about it. But he pushed that back too, two sides of himself at war, both of them doing anything to distract from the worst possible scenario. It just wasn’t going to happen, not when he could hear Hughes talking to him, could feel the other soldier walking beside him, even if he was leaning so heavily. It didn’t matter. Roy would carry him out of hell if he had to.

The building was a small victory, but as Maes gave the last of the directions, put his foot on the first stair, Mustang found himself glaring up the stairs as if they personally offended him. Three flights… Hughes sagged into him, his body heavier now, and Roy swallowed back the lump in his throat. Maes would never make it.

“Stop,” he said, keeping Hughes from taking another step. “Here’s what we’re going to do.” He was already moving as he spoke, hoping the other man didn’t try to argue. They couldn’t afford for him to be that stubborn. Stubborn enough to live, yes. To try and take three flights of stairs while bleeding out, no. He moved to the corner of the vestibule, praying for just a little more time. “You’re going to sit right here and wait for me. You got that Hughes? I’m getting the doctor, and you’d better still be here when I get back. That’s an order too.” He lowered the man to the floor, taking Maes’s hand and pressing it to the wound, where his hand had just been. So much blood… his hands were so red…

He didn’t have time to waste. He took the stairs, two at a time, his boots almost like thunder, but not as loud as his heart. He was breathless when he got to the third floor, panting as much from fear as exertion, but he counted the doors. He couldn’t scream and pound like he wanted to; it was a risk to get too much attention, but oh how he wanted to. The rapid, endless rap of his knuckles on the door was best he could do. Come ON…Maes, you’d better hang on…

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Just healed and already trying to give orders and shit. Typical. "Maes, it's okay. we'll take care of it. It's okay now. You can relax. The Airheads are gone.." He half hoped that their old code would manage to help him relax, but he didn't honestly know if managed to get through the haze of blood loss. He had only seen him this bad once before, and he had enough difficulty seeing his brother covered in blood without the flashbacks of that dark and fateful night.

Gritting his teeth, he hoisted the other up again, half-dragging him through the hall to his bed, where he gently laid him down. "Rest now, Maes. We'll look after you." Sitting with him until his breathing evened out, Martin rose to his feet, turning back to Riza, his face now bearing wear and worry. "Tell me everything you know. If my brother has gotten himself neck deep in something, I want to know what it is."

Survival

Blood would stain her civvies, she realized with an odd sense of detachment.  Her fiance fell against her and her arms immediately went around him to support his weight.  Her voice was hard, determined, when she next spoke to him.  “Yeah, it’s me.  Get in the car; we have to get you to help.”

Thankfully Martin’s apartment wasn’t far off, only a few more blocks.  She’d only been there once before - a few days ago for dinner - but she could remember the route well enough.  The trouble was gettingMaes in the car to drive him there.  He was close to blacking out already. 

“Maes.” Her tone was becoming harsh, commanding.  She had to keep him awake.  “Stay with me.  Come on.  Don’t make me do this alone.”  She couldn’t let the fear that threatened to envelope her take over; she had to stay in the soldier’s mindset.  Couldn’t let emotion rule her.  Not now.  Not yet.  

Somehow she managed to half-support, half-drag him to the car and get him into the passenger seat, her heartbeat working overtime, pumping adrenaline through her body and forcing her to keep moving.  The shock of seeing him like this would hit her later, she knew.   Right now, though, she had to save his life…

…and that meant driving at breakneck speeds through dimly-lit Central backroads until she pulled to a stop in front of a three-story apartment building.  She glared at the stairs, as if her very expression could cause them to suddenly force the top-floor apartment to ground level.  There was no way she could carry him all the way up; it was taking all he had to keep breathing.

“Stay here.  I’m going to get Martin.  Stay with me, Maes.  Keep breathing.  Focus.”  A swift kiss to his forehead - she had to give him that much - and she was running up the stairs, two or three at a time, and then banging on the door with her balled fist and an open palm.  “Martin! Open up! Come on, Martin!”

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[just-a-simple-doctor]

The loud banging probably woke up half the apartment complex before Martin had managed to drag his sleep-deprived self up to his door, opening it slightly. "Ms. Hawkeye...! What's happened?" He was instantly alert to any noise besides her rushed breathing.

"Hughes needs you," came the rushed reply from the young woman. And that was all he needed to hear, yanking the door open. Grabbing his coat from it's peg near him he moved out past her.

"Take me to him."

Moving fast, he jumped steps as often as he could without falling down them, Hawkeye easily darting ahead of him to lead the way down to the car. What Martin saw nearly made him stop right there. "Maes...!"

This was bad. Knife wound, gunshot to the chest... "We need to get him upstairs. But I don't have the time..! He'll bleed out at this rate...." With a bit of quick thinking, he hauled Hughes out of the car, grabbing a piece of chalk that he always kept in his pocket in case of emergencies like this.

Drawing a quick circle, he put enough energy into it to staunch the bleeding until he could get him to the proper circle in his apartment. "Ms. Hawkeye, Get the door." Hauling his brother upright, onto one shoulder, he continuously muttered to him to stay awake. To stay with him. He needed to focus. Managing to get him up the stairs was an accomplishment in and of itself, with the other not being able to walk.

Putting him on the inlaid circle on the floor, he put the needed symbols around it and activated it, pouring all his strength into saving this man. As the light faded, Martin slumped over slightly, thoroughly exhausted. At least he was stable now.

Survival

Blood would stain her civvies, she realized with an odd sense of detachment.  Her fiance fell against her and her arms immediately went around him to support his weight.  Her voice was hard, determined, when she next spoke to him.  “Yeah, it’s me.  Get in the car; we have to get you to help.”

Thankfully Martin’s apartment wasn’t far off, only a few more blocks.  She’d only been there once before - a few days ago for dinner - but she could remember the route well enough.  The trouble was gettingMaes in the car to drive him there.  He was close to blacking out already. 

“Maes.” Her tone was becoming harsh, commanding.  She had to keep him awake.  “Stay with me.  Come on.  Don’t make me do this alone.”  She couldn’t let the fear that threatened to envelope her take over; she had to stay in the soldier’s mindset.  Couldn’t let emotion rule her.  Not now.  Not yet.  

Somehow she managed to half-support, half-drag him to the car and get him into the passenger seat, her heartbeat working overtime, pumping adrenaline through her body and forcing her to keep moving.  The shock of seeing him like this would hit her later, she knew.   Right now, though, she had to save his life…

…and that meant driving at breakneck speeds through dimly-lit Central backroads until she pulled to a stop in front of a three-story apartment building.  She glared at the stairs, as if her very expression could cause them to suddenly force the top-floor apartment to ground level.  There was no way she could carry him all the way up; it was taking all he had to keep breathing.

“Stay here.  I’m going to get Martin.  Stay with me, Maes.  Keep breathing.  Focus.”  A swift kiss to his forehead - she had to give him that much - and she was running up the stairs, two or three at a time, and then banging on the door with her balled fist and an open palm.  “Martin! Open up! Come on, Martin!”

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