Oh snap!

[snapcrackleburn]

Who: Roy Mustang, Jecht, YOU?
What: Drunk tattoo time!
When: Feb 8
Where: Various locations around the city. Depends on the prompt.
Warnings: Poor decision making? Mention of previous abuse.


Drunken Tattoo Contemplation- CLOSED, FOR JECHT

Roy's wounds from his imprisonment and torture at Santiago's command were almost out of sight. The worst of his bruises were fading now and easily covered with make up. For Pride that meant no more waiting. Mustang could do some actual good for the company by making money with that soon to be released album of his, and Kid showed up early in the morning to interrupt breakfast and bother Roy (and Genos?) with news of his now crammed schedule. Talk shows, photo shoots, radio shows, etc. all of it crammed into the week through Valentine's and to be done with good behavior.

As if Roy was going to be on his best behavior when he was so angry still. Between Santiago, what he had been forced to watch happen to his fellow prisoners, the words of the ghosts about Pride, and terrible nightmares about violence and war, he needed a drink.

That evening in the MANTICORE penthouse, Roy was pouring himself another drink and staring at his schedule for the next day. A photo shoot, really? It's hard to look attractive when you've been scowling at the thought of a tyrannical music label for the past week straight. That's when a thought crosses his mind.

"I should get a tattoo of the Pride logo on fire." That might make the people up top squirm.

Getting Inked Up- OPEN

He's doing this. He's actually crazy enough, angry enough, and drunk enough to do this. Roy is sitting in the chair at the tattoo parlor and trying to concentrate on the pictures mounted on the walls and the people walking by the window outside instead of the pain in his arm as the artist works.

Roy had chosen something much more sentimental and mushy than his earlier ideas or Jecht's suggestions. If anyone in the parlor pauses to look or if someone squints through the window they might catch on that a name is being printed on his arm. It's the title of his upcoming album Elizabeth. Looks like it's going to turn out fancy judging by the sketch. There... might be a flower with it.

Nothing can stop him now! No regrets! Right?

Comments

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"To hell with that." Jecht slapped his hands down on the back of Roy's chair, leaning over to look at -- hey, those aren't tat designs. Just a boring schedule. "Stick to just flames. Goes better with your style."

Getting Inked Up, natch

[psyvampexperiment]

A tall gent might approach the shop, clad in a grey mantled cloak over a white shirt and close-fitting grey pants tucked into black boots. He'll pause for a long moment before the window, watching Roy being inked; he'll raise an approving eyebrow before moving on to enter the shop.

"Taking the plunge under the needle?" the pale gent asks, his voice mellow and somewhat low pitched, but saying this with a friendly, almost playful lilt.

[snapcrackleburn]

"Just flames alone? Nothing burning? I dunno the tattoo might not be as impressive when people see it next to the real thing- and they will. You know they will," he says it with a laugh as he takes another swig of the strong drink in his glass.

"What was your first tattoo?"

[snapcrackleburn]

"That's right! First time! Only took two bottles of liquor to get me here!" It's hard to tell if he's joking about the amount but he's clearly intoxicated the way his face glows. "I've been having a tough time lately so I thought I'd do this to cheer myself up. How about you? Are you here to get some work done, sir?"

The tattoo artist looks up at the newcomer and smiles during a quick pause in her work.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"The big one, of course." Jecht threw his chest out and slammed a fist into the center of the design. "Didn't get it all at once, though. Spread it out a bit. You don't start like that though. Get something on your arm or shoulder."

[snapcrackleburn]

"The arm certainly is a nice location to show off the results isn't it?" Roy nods his heavy head to himself. "Arm. Sounds good. I have to pick something classy. I don't want to wake up tomorrow with something crude or unsightly on my arm. And then there are infection warnings. -Hey is are there any highly rated tattoo parlors in the area? No rock star should just settle for the first artist he finds online."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Yeah, hold on, gimme a sec." Jecht headed for the hallway, raising his voice to keep the conversation going. Man had a set of lungs like you wouldn't believe. "I'm tellin' ya, get some flames on your arm, then pull back your sleeve when you play!"

[snapcrackleburn]

"Pulling up my sleeve might be difficult in some of those leather jackets they're putting me in. We're both thinking upper arm right?" Like he needs Jecht's permission to decide between areas of the arm to ink. Er- well second opinions are also important and he has had a large number of refills from the liquor bottle.

"I don't know. Flames don't sound that fun to me. It's what everyone expects. This won't be like a symbol I show off to everyone wherever I go. I should pick something surprising or... at least something that makes me happy when I'm alone looking in the mirror. As much as I play with fire, it's not the most sentimental thing to me."

As he rambles he sets his glass down and picks it up again several times, like a game.

"What kind of tattoos do women like?"

Getting Inked Up

[nuns4money]

In one of the waiting areas, there's looks to be a business woman just getting off work. She smirks a bit at the fella.

"Who's the lucky girl?"

[psyvampexperiment]

He'll bow his head to the artiste, then chuckles, deep in his throat, amused, even approving. "Not that tattooing causes much pain, but it sounds like a fair measure to dull the pain," he says. "And as a matter of fact, I am here to have some work done on my arms," he adds, taking a folded paper showing what look like words in odd lettering. "'Love', 'Passion', and 'Music', written in Enochian script, the language of the angels."

[snapcrackleburn]

"Enochian script?" Roy searches for a memory of precisely what that is. The written out words on the paper give him a feeling that he's seen something similar to it but his head is slower than usual. He settles for a much simpler response. "Those are some fancy letters. Remind me why Enochian is considered the language of the angels?"

[snapcrackleburn]

Roy is staring at some of the art on the walls when the business woman speaks to him. For a moment Roy doesn't realize the woman is referring to the name being written out on his arm. He almost wonders if she's commenting to the female tattoo artist at work or simply speaking to someone behind him. Clearly he has had more than his fair share of liquor for the night.

He catches on though thankfully and laughs at himself. "Elizabeth? Ah. It's a nickname I call my muse by. I'm a musician."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"We'll shred the sleeve!" A printer whirred to life under the sound of Jecht's bellowing. "Then we'll spin it like you got so ripped from your playing that it just burst! Come on, don't go down some weird route!"

Back the drummer came, a piece of paper with a list of tattoo places on it thrust out towards Roy. "I mean what kind of a question is that, what do women like.... Women are people too, dumbass, they like different stuff."

[psyvampexperiment]

He doffs his cloak as he speaks, draping it over a chair. "Ahhh, it was the alphabet of the language of heaven which the Watcher Angels revealed to the patriarch Enoch, of Semitian lore, and which for a time was lost, till the occultist Sir John Dee rediscovered it in an ancient text hidden away in the dusty corner of a library," he relates. "I read of it while I was researching angelic lore and the story behind it - as well as the Watcher Angels - captured my fancies."

[snapcrackleburn]

"I know, I know. Of course they do. That was a stupid question." He runs a hand over his face. Man he is drunk! He probably shouldn't drink another sip or he won't be able to actually go anywhere.

"Some guys get tattoos for their mothers or their wives you know? They do it to honor someone." He puts his glass down on the counter loudly and raises a finger. "I want to wake up with more than a drunk tattoo. I wanna have a meaningful tattoo. Like. Elizabeth!" By now Jecht has likely heard the whole spiel about Roy's muse and how he nicknamed her Elizabeth.

[nuns4money]

"Oh I know who you are, you're Roy Mustang of MANTICORE. Your muse must be awfully pretty." All of those flowers...

[snapcrackleburn]

"You have a real passion for studying lore don't you? What made you choose angels?" Out of the thousands upon thousands of legends.

[snapcrackleburn]

Oh! A fan? Whoops he's intoxicated in public- that's right. He hadn't thought of that heading out the door. At least the tattoo is tasteful.

"Yes, that's me. And yes, she is a truly beautiful person!" Oh boy, you asked for it Eda. "Golden hair, big brown eyes, a wonderful smile, and the kindest of hearts. The flowers I chose when I designed this tattoo have meanings that remind me of her."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You and that muse, man!" Groaning, Jecht dropped his head to one hand. "You're more in love with that fictional chick than most guys are with their real ones. I'm telling you, you want to not attract women, getting a tattoo of some other girl's name is the best way to do it!"

[snapcrackleburn]

Jecht is... logically correct (on both points) but- BUT-!

Roy folds his arms. "What if I named my muse after a real woman who looks and acts just like her?"

Which came first? The muse that looks like the woman or the woman that looks like the muse?

[psyvampexperiment]

"As a matter of fact, I do have a deep fondness for the dark and strange and mysterious, the tales that people create in order to explain what they cannot readily understand," the pale man says, rolling up one sleeve of his shirt, uncovering some tattooed words in similar script to what he showed on the page. "To be honest, I'm not entirely certain what drew me to angels: my father was very religious, while I was never too keen on it; far too many rules to my liking. But perhaps, that's what drew me to the Watcher Angels: the children of heaven who chose to walk away from it, to live life on their own terms."

[nuns4money]

"This gal is really detailed for a muse. Is she a real gal? You can tell me." Information gathering time.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Then you're in creepy stalker mode." Without looking, Jecht threw a light jab at Roy's shoulder. "You gonna tell me you've been dreaming about this chick for years or something?"

[snapcrackleburn]

"It feels like I've known her for years." He tries to justify himself but when he steps back and looks at his situation it really does make him seem like a stalker or at least a weirdo. Oops.

"Hey, you haven't been giving Genos slack for his Hero."

[snapcrackleburn]

"Angels have wings. Flying is fun. I can see the appeal." He nods his head. "I don't know much of the stories. Did the Watcher Angels walk away from heaven to go do some good out in the world? Or did they fall from grace, more accurately?"