Yeah I'm not gonna get this done anytime soon, might as well post it.
The show doesn't give us any ages for the mummies, but there are moments it's implied Rath is older, so I've put him at nine years older than Ja-kal in my fic. While aware of each other, they don't really start to interact until after the battle against Apep.
Here Rath, newly risen to Master rank despite his young age, gives some advice to an adolescent Ja-kal.
Prequel stuff. The Wadjet regalia is not armor, there's some protective magic woven into it, and Rath can summon it via the amulet, but it gives no power and was made independent of the amulet. It's mostly ceremonial.
The design however is supposed to be somewhat proto-armor, the cobra hood being just a linen hood with a headpiece that he can put back or remove entirely. There is a 'tail', but it is a length of cloth with a weight at the end, nothing more. Useful for grappling or smacking someone in the face at distance.
Pharaoh Thutmose has this made for Rath after a battle I am still working out the details for in which he ends up saving both Thutmose's and Amenhotep's butts (he also gets his sword in this battle). Rath is actually happy about this because he's still wearing novice robes and nobody takes him seriously. He wears it until he is released from his oath.
In the second part of the prequel with all four guardians of Rapses, when Rath is added to the team, he of course initially goes back to using the regalia. Magically, it fits perfectly, and yet he doesn't feel like it fits anymore, because he's not who he was. It's Armon who finally suggests he stop using it, as there's too much memory bound to it of which Rath can't let go.
After the defeat of Hathor in the team's first big adventure together, Rath stops wearing the regalia, sticking to his chief magician attire. However, he does tend to call on it when shit hits the fan.
He dies wearing it.
Now he's got kickass power armor with his own magical girl transformation sequence he don't need that sub-par shit anymore.
Please ignore his fucking shoujo hair.
There was no graceful way for Rath to approach his new teammates in the midst of the mingling nobles of the royal banquet, so he just strode up to them with a "Hello," eyeing the three of them in disapproval at their common attire.
Nefer gave him a look over of his own. "Well, aren't you gussied up," the slight young man smirked.
Rath rolled his eyes. "Yes, as a member of the court, I am required to attend these. But might I remind you three this banquet is being held for you. You could have at least tried to make yourselves presentable. At the very least I expected better of you, Ja-Kal, you're a noble, you know better."
"Uh, well," Ja-Kal shrugged, "we have to be ready at any time to protect our prince. Can't risk being unprepared."
"That's a poor excuse and you know it."
"Well it's true. If something does happen how are you..." he trailed off, also giving Rath's finery a once-over.
The sorcerer arched an eyebrow and tapped his amulet in silent reminder he could summon his sword and regalia at any time. "Advantage of being an old hand at this."
"Right."
A Mummies Alive prequel idea nobody asked for but my brain has latched onto anyway.
An adolescent Amenhotep who is unhappy about being given a guardian when he's so close to adulthood, and Rath, a young sorcerer who's not happy about being made his guardian either.
Meanwhile, Scarab is plotting. Also Apep is pissed. And there's this Nubian sorcerer who's being an ass...
Anyway, yeah I even started writing it. Help.
I just had a truly horrible realization. I was talking about the worldbuilding in fma with someone the other day, and they mistakenly said it took place during the Victorian era, or Amestris’s equivilant to it.
I, being a lover of fashion history as well as an insufferable pedant, corrected them by saying that both the year(s) it takes place in as well as many of the technological and cultural influences seen in the world are actually more in line with the subsequent, much shorter era known as the…
the Edwardian era.
God fucking dammit.
of course it’s a much shorter era.
