D'you breathe the name of your savior in your hour of need

[this post starts, oddly enough, with the sound of gun fire. But there's no distress going on around it.

Well, unless you count the pathetic screams of mistletoe getting shot.]

I can't believe it's that time of the year again already...

Don't see why you're complainin'. They make good target practice.

Yeah, if they'd sit... the hell... still... [blam! another scream, another mistletoe down.] I've been awake a whole hour and they already managed to piss me off...

I can tell.

He's scarier than the busty blonde!

[blam!]

We gotta do somethin'! He's gonna kill us all off 'fore Christmas!

Yeah?! What are you gonna do?!

[blam blam blam! click...]

... oh hell.

... you forgot an extra clip, didn't you?

Uhuh...

He's out of ammo!

CHARGE!

GYAH! RUN, CHIEF! RUN!

[the thudding sound you hear? That's an army of mistletoe charging Roy enmasse. The comm shuts off.

Some time later, Roy can be found in beneath the giant Christmas tree, tied up, wrapped up with a bow on him. The tag reads: "For the busty gun chick."

Agumon Havoc is strangely no where to be found.]

(ooc: Yup. Roy is off data freeze finally. Merry Christmas, Riza! =D )

So... I just talk in to this?

Yeah, talk away.

... alright. *achem* This is Brigadier General Roy Mustang, requesting information and assistance. My... partner and I are currently in the city of Tetha and looking for anyone who may be from the Amestris State Military. We're also kind of covered in muck...

This guy got dropped in the Putrid Ruins of all places. Talk about unlucky! *laughs*

You'd do well to shut up, Havoc. You can laugh when I'm clean again.

Yeah, yeah yeah. By the way, don't look down, chief.

What? Why no-... are we floating?

No, you're hallucinating. [/sarcasm] Of course we're floating! It's Tetha!

[Groan. One can just hear the epic facepalm here before the comm shuts off]