| Episode 1: Time for Business; In which we meet a secret Ishvalan and a haggard botanist | |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:12 AM Post #1 |
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Zach stepped out from the train into the station yard. It was quite cold and the snow falling from the sky seemed to increase every passing moment. The man fixed his collar to higher position to cover himself. Carrying a cloth sack on his shoulder with the other arm, the thin figure watched from side to side to locate something. After a minute or few he got tired of trying to find that certain something and whistled sharply while starting to walk towards the city lights. Afterwhile a jogging figure on 4 legs appeared on the man's side. Turning his eyes towards the animal now walking next to him, Zach pulled out a piece of meat from his pocket and handed it out. ¨Sorry Yumi, but they don't have place for animals this time of the year.¨ The purely white furred wolf snapped the piece of meat and continued walking with its indifference clearly showing. The man shrugged and made his way to the closest phone booth. Stepping inside and digging some coins from his pocket he held up the phone against his ear. Yumi had already lied now next to the booth and was now chewing the raw meat with its breathing steaming against the cold air. After tucking the required amount of coins in the damn thing, Zach started dialing the oh-so-very familiar number... Sherman sat in front of his desk, surrounded by various books or botany and alchemy that were all open to various pages. Diagrams of alchemic circles and long paragraphs describing the intricacies of plant biology and habitability. Directly in front of him was a small stack of papers covered in his own hand writing, much of which was scratched or blotted out by ink. Around the desk were a multitude of crumbled up papers of failed ideas and half baked experimental hypothesis‘. It was incredibly frustrating work, and was starting to get to the man. He was dressed in a common blue button up shirt and black pants. Not the best dressed, but since he lived alone he didn’t feel much of a need to dress his best during his work time. His hair was a dark brown, coming down to his mid neck, and it was clear he hadn’t shaven in days as he had a rather distinct stubble across his chin. He wore a pair of thin framed rectangular reading glasses that sat before his dark brown eyes, filled with concern and disappointment for his current undertaking. Letting out a long sigh, Sherman reached to the side and lifted his mug of coffee to his lips, taking a sip of the warm liquid. It looked to be another all nighter yet again. As he lowered his mug and sat it on a coaster his phone began to ring. A look of surprise crossed his tired face as he wondered who could be calling at this time of night. Reaching out he picked up the phone and brought it to his ear. “Hello, this is Doctor Sherman Greyhound. Who is this?” Waiting for the man to pick up, Zach watched Yumi tearing up her meal with distant glare in his eyes. Suddenly he heard a noise from the left side of the phone booth. As a reflex, the man turned his head, only to see a bunch of sailor looking guys boasting and roaming from side of the street to another, accompanid with group of well paid company. Sighing, Zach went back to focusing on his call, and finally as somebody answered on the otherside and introduced himself like many times before, the man replied. ¨Osu, Sherman. It's Comwell here. You free for tonight? Say I was just thinking about going over for some drinks at the near local and I could use some news around the town.¨ Talking to the phone, Zach missed the ongoing noise that was slowly getting louder... “Comwell? I was wondering when you’d get back to Central.” Sherman replied with a bit of surprise in his voice. It had been several months since Zach managed to find his way back in town. When provided with the proposition of going out drinking a frown came to Sherman’s lips as he looked down at his piles of paperwork and research notes to look over. There was still a lot he needed to do, and his deadline was getting shorter and shorter every day he didn’t find the answer to his questions. “I don’t know… I should really work on my project. If I don’t come up with something soon the military might cut my funding…” Sherman’s eyes drifted over to the calendar on his wall. A blank paper that had no plans or celebrations marked down on it for the entire month. And he knew that every single page was exactly the same. A depressing concept to say the least. He had been down in his private lab for days now, weeks if you don’t count his occasional trip to the grocer to buy food. After some careful thought, Sherman changed his mind. “Actually… On second thought, I think I will… If I don’t get out of this lab I’m liable to take root just like the damn plants.” He left out a soft chuckle at the end of his sentence before continuing. “Where are you at? I’ll swing buy to pick you up.” Zach waited patiently for his comrade to stop his endless whining of deadlines that he himself had accepted. Even in that snow covered phone booth, Zach smiled to the fool of a man that always seemed to stress out things that Zach himself would never understand. ¨I'm at the 7th avenue east from central. Near the phone booth right in front of the train station, you should know it. I'll meet you here, then. Take care.¨ Putting down the phone, the man realized the upcoming bomb that was closening up with frightening speed. lowering his head and covering his own neck, Zach avoided but few inches the bypassing glass bottle that clashed through the booths' class window. ¨Phew¨ The man whistled while backing out from the booth, just to run in the middle of a petty street fight formed by the very same sailors and local delinquents that he had seen not too many minutes ago. Suddenly the fighting stopped and everyones eyes seemed to focus on the thin figure standing in th middle of it all. ¨o~k¨ 10 minutes after... Zach took a decent inhale from the cigarette hung from his lip, that slightly tasted like blood, while throwing his long trench coat over his shoulder and sitting down. ¨Hound's so not gonna like this...¨ the man brushed through his silvery hair with his bare fingers. He was literally sitting on top of a pile formed by 4 guys. 3 of them were already unconcious and the last one balanced on the edge of losing it as well. The rest of the lot had either escaped or they had been carried away by a friend. Waiting for his ride to arrive, Zacharty watched the darkening sky above, only the silence as his witness now. |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:16 AM Post #2 |
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“Alright, I’ll see you there.” Sherman replied before hanging up. With one last glance at his research papers he stood up with a sigh, stretching out his back. “I can finish this when I get back.” He said to himself, walking across the to the stairway that lead up and out of his basement, and then following through to the front door. He took his old brown coat and put it on before picking up his matching brown fedora and placing it soundly on his head. Slipping his feet into his shoes his eye caught a glimpse of his dark green side satchel and gun holster. He stared at it for a short while before deciding to bring it along. He learned long ago that it was better to be prepared, especially in his line of work. Swinging the satchel over one shoulder and securing the pistol holster to be hidden beneath the satchel itself he reached out to equip his trusty slingshot, and was ready. Stepping out his door he made his way to an old car that even by this year was already out of date. It was a deep, dark green color with four seats, two in the front and two in the back. The car was in fairly good shape considering it’s age, but none the less not something that’d be worth much. The car started up with a rumbling sound followed by a few puffs of smoke from the exhaust pipe before moving forward. In about fifteen minutes the old car came pulling up to the side of the street with another loud bang from the engine and a stream of smoke cascading from the rear. Sherman looked out at his friend sitting on top a pile of beaten bodies and gave a heavy sigh. “You know, they probably would’ve just ran off if you flashed your State Alchemist pocket watch.” Sherman said, signaling Zach to come over to the car. “Lets get going before more guys show up for revenge.” Zach watched as the car got close and threw the burned cigarette to the ground while answering his comrade's recent question. ¨Let's just say I didn't have the time, ok...?¨ Taking hold of his cloth sack the man threw it on top of his shoulder and walked by the car, throwing his stuff to the back seat. ¨Yumi!¨ In response to the man's voice, the white wolf lazily jogged and hopped to the back seat as well. Closing the door and jumping to the front himself, Zach relaxed and sank deep against the car's bench. ¨You didn't happen to take anything with you that'd make my head feel like normal sized again?¨ Zach rubbed his forehead while turning to receive answer from Sherman. One of the delinquent bastards had gotten a lucky shot on the very first seconds of the rumble. Having used all his bullets from Jericho, Zach had no option but to answer with force. There probably was an easier way for him to win street fights, but using methods like that would cause unintentional casualities, not to mention chaotic attention from the central. Sherman stepped down on the step peddle as the car began to roll forward, driving off down the mostly empty street. He considered Zach’s request for something to kill the pain, which brought one of his test experiments to mind. “Actually… Yah I think I got something.” He said, reaching into his side satchel and rummaging around. After a short moment of searching he produced a small blue nut and handed it off to Zach, keeping his own eyes on the road ahead. “Here, eat this and it should kill the pain.” Sherman waited for Zach to put the blue nut in his mouth and begin to chew. A slight grin crossed his lips as he decided to recite a few harmless side effects that he had scene occur in a few of the test subjects. “Oh, and if your tongue loses pigmentation later this week you should probably give me a call. You might also experience mild itching and a runny nose, but both of those were pretty rare. Oh, and your dick might turn blue.” Of course the last one wasn’t true, but Sherman wanted to see his friend’s reaction to the rather horrible side effect. Zach took the weird looking nut and jugged it down. Taking minor notice to his comrade's words, he suddenly realized what he had just said. ¨wai- wha- OH you got to be shitting me!¨ Rolling the window wide open and sticking his head outside, the man thrust his index finger to his mouth and started gagging. Throwing up few times, he sat back inside. ¨O-k... very funny hound. Just remind me next time to NOT ask you anything that you might have with you.¨ Sulking on his seat the man crossed his arms and sat there quetly until they would finally arrive near their goal. ¨You can pull over here.¨ reachng to the back seat, Zach picked up his cloth sack and started digging through its insides. ¨Oh. Here, could you bring these back to the colonel, I think she's waiting for me to return these, but you're going there anyway.¨ holding out a small, bloody deck of cards. They were Id's of the Rogue alchemists that Zach had been tracking down for the last few months. Without waiting for Sherman to answer, the man pulled out his wallet and the state alchemist watch while waiting the car to stop. Sherman let out a loud laugh as Zach freaked out and began to hurl. Sherman loved messing with people about this sort of thing, even if he was a respected doctor in the field of internal medicine and botany. “Relax, I was just kidding about the blue penis one.” He said with another chuckle. When Zach pulled out the cards to be sent to the Colonel, Sherman gave them a passing glance before returning his eyes to the road. “Anything to avoid being in the same room with her huh?” The alchemist teased, taking the card deck and placing them in his satchel. “Sure, no problem.” The car pulled up along the side of the road and came to a stop, the muffler sending out another puff of car fumes into the night air. “Here we are.” Sherman said aloud, opening his door and stepping out. “Try not to cause any problems this time alright?” He said, closing the door before him and making for the bar. |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:20 AM Post #3 |
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colonel. Probably because it was true... Zach had never been too fond of meeting up with the colonel, partly because of past conflicts. After getting inside the place, the thin majir ordered a shit of foreign liquor along with 2 beers in pints. Carrying them to the chose table, he sat down and checked the surroundings for eavesdropping inviduals before speaking to Sherman again. ¨So, any words from the frontier?¨ Zach took a long drag from the pint and relaxed on his chair. Even with his lazy gesture, his scarlet red eyes were sharp and full of awareness. From all the major ranked people in the central, he had been listed as the leading officer of sweep teams, and that name... well... it wasn't falsely pointed. Sherman took his time to sit down, moving more like an old man than his actual age. It had been a long time since he got out to exercise, so his body was feeling rather sluggish. Not to mention the fact he hadn’t slept for the last three days in a row. He took hold of the pint and brought it to his lips, taking a long gulp of alcohol before lowering it again. With a content sigh Sherman leaned back in his chair to get more comfortable. “Ah.. Yes.” He replied to Zach’s question. “From what I hear the rebellion is going poorly… Lots of casualties on both sides. It’s like the Ishvalan Civil War all over again… Rumor has it they’ll be sending alchemists in next to try and scare the resistance into submission.” Sherman frowned as he said this. He knew the idea was grim, but unfortunately he also knew a bit more. “Both our names are on the list of potential recruits to send… I guess they no longer feel my research warrants my paycheck anymore.” ¨Well.. to be honest with you, friend. It wouldn't be too bad for you to get out of that office.¨ Zach replied after taking another long break with his drink. ¨And I do understand the content of us being on that very list. I can almost quarantee that for me, it's because Colonel had something to do with it, that's for sure. She always liked to put me as far away as possible from herself.¨ Zach slid his finger on the edge of the large pint before forming his next words. ¨Hound... the last rogues, those who's Id I just gave you. They were in the middle of human transumation when I arrived in their hideout, near the Xing's boarderlands. I'm not sure was it their first but even so there's a risk they went already too far of what they had running. You know what that means...?¨ It had been a long time from the last case with such serious crime involved, even for Zacharty. When talking about human transumation, Zach had been only as high as private himself when he had heard of such thing going on in Central's rows for the first time. But lately the ruccus caused by Alchemist's who had gone missing, also referred as "Rogues" in some circles, had become more occasional, which worried the leading ranks, as it did Zach. “Human transmutation….?” Sherman responded with a hint of curiosity. “The forbidden Taboo… I can’t imagine what’d drive someone to try something like that.” Bringing his drink back to his lips he took another sip. “I heard of a few reports of attempted human transmutation happening down south as well. If I didn’t know better it sounds like someone is trying to use alchemy to form an army… But these rogue alchemists… Many of them didn’t even know one another, much less be working together. It’s all to random.. To separated to be a group effort. It’s almost like some weird coincidence.” Of course as a Bio-Alchemist Sherman’s study sometimes came close to human transmutations. But he could barely bring himself to do a dissection, much less transmute a living being. A frown formed across his face as he lowered the mug to the table. “Central has begun requesting I transfer to research on chimeras too… They want creatures that can be used in combat that are cheap and mass producible… I don’t know if it means much, but it seems like an odd request to make of someone who’s in the field of medicine and not bio warfare... I turned down the job. But they were being rather persistant. I don't know how much longer until it becomes an order.” Zach frowned the newly heard news. ¨I see... Talk about trust, eh..?¨ Zach referred to the possibility that they were given assigments that neither of them had even half the knowledge what was really going on behind the scenes. Closing his eyes for a moment and thinking of the options, he finally spoke. ¨Whatever the case, either they are way more desperate then they make us believe they are, or then there really is some big picture they don't want us to see.¨ Finishing up his brew and taking a hold of his shot glass, Zach continued to wonder what would be his next move. ¨Anyhow I must soon report back from the mission or they'll send a search party to find me out.¨ The man sighed from frustration. ¨Troublesome...¨ Yumi, who was lying on the back seat of Sherman's car, lifted her head and sniffed the air. A certain scent in the air warned from upcoming danger... |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:24 AM Post #4 |
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“Yah.. Definitely a lot to think about eh?” Sherman replied before downing the last of his beer. Slamming it on the table he let out a satisfied sigh. “Yah… I doubt the Colonel will be all that satisfied with me handing you the reports. She’s pretty fond of chewing you out you know.” A grin spread across Sherman’s unkempt face, amused by his words. “I rarely ever have to talk to her myself… Mainly because I’m research and not directly military personnel. Guess I landed the lucky job eh?” Sherman grew silent as he noticed Yumi’s growl. For a wolf the animal usually had a good disposition, so there was definitely trouble coming. Sherman’s face suddenly became serious as he gave Zach a knowing glance. He reached down to his satchel, letting it rest there just near his hidden gun and various alchemical devices. Though to anyone watching he’d just be resting his hand there, or perhaps considering taking out some papers. Zach responded with indifferent attitude and continuing his relaxed sitting fo awhile, the man shifted his weight fully to his other leg while chucking down the shot. ¨I think I know what's comi-¨ Before having Finished his sentence, the door slammed open and the bar started to fill with people. some of them had bandages and stitches on their face and arms, other just looked generally pissed off. ¨That's him, that's the guy!¨ one of the bandaged ones yelled out, pointing at Zach. The thin man sitting on his chair watched from side to side. ¨Saaaay. Sherman. Should we just back away, or..?¨ Ironically right after the statement, another group rammed through the back door, blocking the obvious escape route. Zach glimpsed at Sherman's way with a lifted eyebrow. ¨Next you'll tell me to not kill any of them...?¨ ----------------------------------------------------- The phone rang again, this must have been at least the 10th time today. A glove covered hand picked it up.¨What...?¨ The woman with dark red hair answered like someone who had gotten tired to the game way before. ¨Colonel Evans!?¨ Bringing the phone few inches away for a moment, the woman frowns. ¨...yes?¨ ¨Colonel, It's Comwell, He arrived back this evening!¨ ¨WHAT!? Where is he?¨ Rebecca Evans stood up with a force that sent the office chair across the room. ¨Colonel, it seems he is taking shelter near the 7th avenue's restaurants. And it seems Major Greyhound is also with him¨ ¨Get me a group ready and head down there. That son of a bastard, I knew he would try to slide through his report AGAIN!¨ Slamming the phone back to its place so hard it cracked, Rebecca threw her long coat to cover her shoulders while also taking hold onto the red sheathed katana that was set against her table. With firm steps, the Colonel made her way to the lower levels... A light grin spread across Herman’s face as he reached into his side satchel for a very special item. “Watch and learn..” He said to his friend in a quiet tone so the invaders wouldn’t hear. Standing up from his seat Sherman took out his silver pocket watch, dangling it from his fingers so that all in the room could see, and facing the doorway where the thugs had come. In a strong, firm voice Sherman called out for all to hear. “We’re both State Alchemists and you are interrupting an important discussion. Leave now or I’ll transmute your dicks to explode and arrest you all for assaulting a military officer.” Naturally Sherman wouldn’t do that, at least not from this distance. But the vast majority of common people in the world had only a basic understanding of alchemy, that is they knew it made crazy shit happen and involved magic. The likelihood of any of these thugs knowing their penises were in no immediate danger was slim to none. Zach closed his eyes and pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead. ¨Are you an idiot or what.¨ Zach gave up and stood on his friend side, pulling out the same silvery pocket watch that he was holding already. The crew of men watched at the 2 Alchemists with uncertaintity filling up in their expressions. Few of them even took a step back after hearing the title of their opponents. Until one of the sailors, beaten down earlier that night, stood front. ¨Don't let them fool you! Dogs of the military are only good at barking and showing off for what we know. the sole proof is that they are trying to scare you instead of fighting you.¨ The "leader's" words struck amongst the crowd and they once again held their weapons tight. Zach looked down to the silvery watched with the alchemists carvings decorating its outer looks. Lifting it around his eye level, he glared at Sherman with annoyed look. ¨...This thing is useless.¨ Quickly hiding the watch, the man hid his hand into his coat's pockets. ¨Any more ideas, boss...?¨ “Showing off huh?” Sherman replied to the sailor, ignoring his partner’s words as he reached into his satchel to put away his pocket watch. Secretly however, he was also worming his left alchemical glove onto his hands slowly. “Well… If you want to risk that. I mean, your boss might be right. But at the same time… It’s your penis on the line right? Sure, risking your life for your leader is honorable, but this is your DICK we’re talking about.” A grin came across Sherman’s lips as he closed his eyes in a confident expression of ease. As if he was holding aaaaall the cards. “Do you guys feel lucky?” |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:26 AM Post #5 |
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a figure in the corner who had until now sat unnoticed started to suddenly choke on his booze as he had the misfortune to be drinking at the exact moment the the larger disheveled alchemist tried to persuade the thugs to leave them alone, and after gaining his breath could not help himself but to laugh even louder as the man continued to try and bluff their way free of the fight. The other alchemist clearly was embarrassed by the attempt, making the situation even more amusing the the figure. finally settling down from his fit of laughter the man would adjust his tinted glasses and sit back, brushing a strand of his dark hair out of the way so it no longer was in his eyes. It was actually kinda disappointing, for the things they had been saying were rather interesting, still the larger man made up for it with his amusing comments, but watching them fight would also be entertaining. The group of thugs were in confusion. Some of them slowly backed away while glancing at the door. but roughly half made their stand. ¨Don't believe him you shitless cowards! Get them!¨ the leader figure yelled and charged at Sherman with wide swings with the piece of pipe he was holding. The after math went as followed. Half of the thugs followed their leader, charging at the 2 alchemists with their weapons swinging, when the other half made their way out from the building from allt he possible exits, via windows, doors, anything just to get out. Zach quickly analyzed the strenght of the enemy before kicking the table towards the main group and diving past Sherman towards the bar counter. after few hand flips, the agile figure made a full back flip, landing on the counter. Firmly taking a hold from the hollow pipe that followed the table line, Zach waited from Sherman's next move. The grin on Sherman’s lips grew as he saw his plan had thinned the heard. With a quick, fluent movement Sherman whipped out his right glove and let it slide onto his right hand with ease, the left glove already being worn. “Then lets see how right you are!” Reaching out quickly he gripped the back of his worn, wooden chair with his right hand. A blue lightning filled the room as the chair concerted it’s shape to that of a long, wooden pole. Taking the new weapon in hand he jabbed outward, sending the butt of his staff right into the sailor’s nads before he was in range of the pipe. The sailor stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the pipe and falling to the ground in horribly pain. The various soldiers rushing him stopped in their tracks from the vision of the alchemical energy, overwhelming concern that their penises would explode on the spot. Yet their surprise only increased upon seeing their leader get a wooden jab to the ball sack. “Told ya so.” as the two fought the laughing figure would pull out a cig, absentmindedly pat his pockets for a lighter and when he was finished would pore the last of the bottle he was drinking into the glass and swallow it down. "ah!" glancing from the fight to the bar the man would carefully consider if getting another drink was worth the effort before shrugging and saying "eh, the hell with it." Suddenly standing up he would begin to make his way over to the bar to get another bottle. somehow making his way over to the counter without attracting the attention of the thugs he would see the barkeep huddled up underneath the bar praying with his eye's closed for this to end quickly. smiling the man would drop some money down on the bar top and reach over the counter to snag another bottle. as he turned around after getting it and popped it open to take a swig however, one of the thugs spotted him and decided that he was probably a better target, perhaps he was with the two alchemists since he was sitting nearby or perhaps he could be used as a hostage. whatever their reason they chose to attack. Not even pausing to stop drinking, the man would casually step side the first thug and kick him behind his knee causing him to drop down, not stopping there, he used his free hand, that was holding his cig while he drank, to grab the back of the man's head and slam it into the hardwood top of the bar to knock him out. "...eh?" the figure would say as he realized what he had done "....aw crap." Zach would focus on the fight at hand, but couldn't help to notice the guy who looked like a singer from a popular band. ¨Well, not bad for a civilian. ¨ Zach gave up the man a thumb up before jumping up and barely dodging the upcoming swing targeted at his legs. Landing straight on top of the attacker, the light man pushed his opponent down with his body mass so that he was now standing on top of the fallen mans chest. swinging his arm to the side, Zach made a steel bar appear from the depths of his sleeve. ¨I think the play time was fun for awhile but we do have our limits.¨ alising his free hand across the bar, Zach made a zap of lightning to eject and suddenly the harmless bar of steel had turned into a rapier-like blade with a dual sharpened edges. ¨I'll show you what it means to be called state alchemist.¨ Briefly clsoing his eyes, the man turned into his battle state. After opening his eyes again, they were now sharp, and the pupils were narrowed down, commonly known as the eyes of the killer. Outside the havoc of the bar, multiple vehicles drove and surrounded the building... |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:28 AM Post #6 |
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Sherman moved right into an aggressive movement, swinging his alchemically made staff in a wide circle and slapping multiple enemies upside their heads. The men stumbled back, catching their balance and gritting their teeth in anger. Several men came running at him, but were quickly dispatched by a few key movements and strikes by Sherman’s elongated staff, the range of his weapon giving him a considerable advantage here. He was surprisingly agile for such a greasy, unclean man, which caught his incoming enemies off guard. It wasn’t long until those who had attacked him were on the ground in pain, and Sherman himself was standing still, a little wobbly from the sudden exercise he had just done, and partially out of breath. His staff rested across his shoulders, his arms propped up by the wooden pole in a lazy stance. seeing their companion get slammed into the bar top caused several of the thugs to divert their attention onto the non-alchemist. ~Damn, was not expecting to get dragged into the fight, now how am i going to drink in peace?~ he would think to himself as he caught the thumbs up by the cleaner of the two alchemists. ~well at least they seem to view me as an ally, that is always useful.~ as he thought this he would take another swig of his booze and quickly step forward into another thugs pathetic attempt at a punch and would choke slam him into the ground as he kicked his legs out from underneath. while still at a half crouch position he would quickly spin around on his hands lashing out with his foot again to send a second thug flying back from the kick to the face breaking the man's nose in the process. "oops, sorry mate!" he would comment to the sailor as he saw the blood spray even as he turned and glanced at two more sailors coming at him, one that was attempting to bash his head in with a iron pipe. "wooh be careful with that thing, your going to hurt someone." he would playfully scold as he timed his movement so that the second member could be shoved into the path of his own friend's pipe. "see? what did i tell you? now why don't you give me that before you make the situation even worse?... hmm?" he would tell the man even as he heard several car doors slam and a powerful killing intent radiating from outside the door causing him to turn in that direction. Zach ran through the bar floor and grabbed one of the sailors from the front of their shirt, dragging him along against the opposite wall. ¨Let's see you shouting now, eh...?¨ Stricking the rapier only few inches from the mans left eye. pushing it slowly closer and closer. the fear could cearly be seen from the mans face as his body went numb and the bat he was using was dropped to the floor. Just as the blade was sank through the mans eye, the bar's door was once again opened and dozen of blue uniform wearing men ran inside with their rifles ready to blast anything moving into half. After getting into position the soldiers stood still. A light footsteps could be heard in the sudden silence as a woman with short red hair and blazing eyes appeared from the doorway, stationing herself to the middle of the soldiers. Her eyes instantly locked to the thin man holding a sailor against the wall. ¨y~ou......¨ Zach turned his head very slowly after the silence was landed. ¨You're not suppose to quiet down, idiots...¨ he thought as the feeling in his gut grew stronger. As his eyes met with the woman standing near the door, clear marks of worry climbed up to his eyes. ¨oooh cr-¨ One of the sailors, still unharmed, arrogantly stepped in front of the short woman and lift his hand to grab the womans collar. ¨Don't butt in things that don't belong to you, bitch of the military!¨ Zach watched in disbelief at the courageous deed the sailor did. but then realized his chance... -------------------------- Colonel Evans kept her eyes at Zach still few more seconds after the sailor had come at her face before turning her attention briefly to the man in front of him. ¨Oya, what's this?¨ Her stance was straight and it seemed as she didn't intend to even stop the man from grabbing her jacket. But before the hand was even close, there was series of small sounds something hitting on the floor beneath her feet. they were clearly a set of fingers, resulting the man in front of the colonel go to an instant shock state, making him stare at the point where his fingers used to be while still holding the hand out. ¨Now get the f**k out of my face!¨ Rebecca took fiercely hold from the cigarette that was hanging from her lip and pressed it to the mans forehead. With that same instantinous movement, taking a step to the mans side and pressing him against the floor boards so hard, his head sank in it sending pieces of wood all over the room. The Colonel stood up and moved her hand to point at zach's way ¨Now you-¨ Only to notice the lonely sailor still standing against the wall and the thin alchemist to be gone. Remarkably, the nearest window had been broken. ¨......¨ ------------------ Zach passed the soldiers outside the bar with ease and continued running towards the nearest dark alley in a fear of pursuit. ¨Oh hell no! I'm NOT gonna deal with that evil witch EVER again.¨ Stopping to the darkest spot of the street, Zach caught up his breathing, only to find himself dizzy and a pounding pain in his left side of the neck. ¨Not ag-¨ were the last words of the young alchemist before the paralyzing dart took an effect and his limp body dropped to the ground. even as he turned to look at the door he saw the cleaner looking alchemist slowly sticking his rapier through the man's eye ~hmm didn't know he was a sadist~ the man would think to himself as he then turned his full attention to the multiple armed guards in blue uniforms rush inside and aim guns at everyone. They were not anything to really worry about, however the person who followed behind them immediately drew his attention. A attractive women with short red hair and full of killing intent carrying a sword had entered with her entire attention seemingly focused on the one alchemist. Although the women was dressed in civilian clothing she clearly had an air of command around her. when the thin man saw her he immediately lost his calm and looked extremely worried, at least until one of the stupid sailors grabbed a hold of her and started to tell her she had no reason to interfere. ~how foolish~ he would think as watched the sword drawn and sheathed almost instantaneously leaving behind only the severed sailor's fingers, even as she took her cigarette and shoved it out in the man's face and continued the motion by slamming the man through the wall. ~he probably never saw anything.~ he thought about the sailor as he also managed to see that the thin man had also taken that time to escape, bursting through the window to get outside. ~sadly i don't think he will get vary far, i think she threw something at him although i could be sure, that was damn fast.~ he would think before the woman's glare turned its attention first towards him and then over to the scruffy looking man. Moments latter one of the guards from outside would enter the room and say "Colonel, we have him. Where do you want him?" Sherman turned to see Zach about to impale a man’s eye. He was about to protest so his friend would stop, but was made silent by the appearance of the Colonel. Sherman stood straight at attention, his staff resting vertically in his hand as the other came to a somewhat weak salute, as he was tired from the skirmish and days without sleeping or eating. “Colonel Evans. I didn’t expect to see you here..” He said before he began wondering how the woman had managed to find him. Remembering the last time the Colonel had used him to find the location of Zach, the worn man became startled, looking over his clothes and using his free hand to feel around his body. “You didn’t bug me again did you?” He asked a bit frantically. |
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| Talonheart | Feb 22 2017, 04:31 AM Post #7 |
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Rebecca nods to the soldier who gave his report. ¨Take him to one of the hoolding cells and wait form y return.¨ Turning widely towards Sherman so that her coat made a large movement before returning to its loose state, the woman eyed the man near the counter before speaking. ¨At ease Major.¨ before continuing, she watched the broken bar. ¨You boys really did this place in now didn't you...¨ Giving her katana to one of the soldiers standing next to her, Rebecca lit another cigarette before turning her blazing brown eyes back to Sherman. ¨Well, now that we are here, you can as well give me your report of the current work you're in, as well as tell me what the hell were you doing with that pile of rat shit out there.¨ pointing over her shoulder with her thumb and inhaling slowly, the Colonel made her statement towards the unconscious body of Zach that was brutally dragged along the street and shoved in to a car's back seat. ¨and don't you miss a detail now major...¨ before Sherman would have a chance to asnwer, the red haired colonel glared at Grey. ¨And you, sorry about the commodition, but now it's your time to get out. Military business you see darling.¨ as she spoke, the smoke came out between her words, resulted by the inhale from the cig lit moment ago. Sherman calmed down, assuming a more relaxed stance as the Colonel dismissed his attention. He was caught off guard by her sudden request for information on his research. Unprepared he reached up to rub the back of his neck, considering what to say. “Well… I’m afraid I haven’t made much progress yet. I’m afraid several of the plant species refuse to hybridize… And those that I do managed to merge end up dying because the plants require different amounts of nutrients to live normally… On the plus side I have managed to develop a leafy herb that cures one hundred and four types of the common cold, and six viruses that effect the throat… A drop in the bucket compared to the millions of variants of the common cold and countless virus types but… It’s something.” Sherman glanced behind the Colonel to watch as Zach was unmercifully hauled away, mildly amused but at the same time feeling sorry for the man. Turning his attention back to the Colonel Sherman addressed the second part of her question. “We were just catching up as usual. You know Comwell… Always bringing trouble with him.” The Major paused for a moment before speaking up again. “Oh! He also wanted me to turn in his reports on his last mission.” With that Sherman reached into his dark green satchel, producing a deck of cards and holding them out to the Colonel for her to inspect. Colonel listened the major during his report. In truth, she wasn't a bit interested of what the top stair wanted with this filthy man, but he did have intelligence for situations, and knew his place amongst superiors. ¨I see.¨ Rebecca walked quickly in front of the major and took the documents. ¨Thank you major, you have done will with your duty. Don't go running around with idiots like Comwell. His idiocy has a way of infecting people to his level. Keep your phone close, I might have a job for you later.¨ Snapping her fingers, the soldiers stood up and followed the Colonel on her way out, and soon after the sound of cars driving farther away filled the air. --------------------- Zach felt his consciousness being revived slowly. Not opening his eyes, he felt the shaking car seat under his still numb felt body. Trying to fight away the drowsiness, the man lied still as he was taken towards the place he so much tried to avoid, the Central...¨ Sherman stood and listened to the Colonel’s words about Zach. As she finished he nodded. “Understood Colonel.” Internally he found her hatred of the guy amusing, but knew better than to display that in front of her. With her final words to keep his phone close she turned away, leaving Sherman looking perplexed as he tried to figure out what she would need with him. -That’s odd…- Sherman thought to himself. -Why would she call me if I’m a research agent?- Shrugging it off he turned toward the wrecked bar and the now sobbing bartender. With a heavy sigh, Sherman grabbed the bade of his right write with his left hand as another streak of lightning illuminated the room, turning his staff back into a chair. “Sorry about all this..” He said, walking over to the man. “Tell you what, I’ll stick around tonight and help fix the place up. You’d be surprised how handy an alchemist can be.” And with a warm smile Sherman dedicated the rest of the night to drawing transmutation circles and rebuilding the damaged bar. Grey would nod and quickly turn to gather his belongings, a large duffel bag that held additional cloths and one of his guns, a tool belt that clearly contained tools designed for automail repair, as well as a belt that contained a sword and some knifes. he was not going to tempt fate with such a scary lady around, still he had learned some interesting information intermixed with the stuff he already knew. rogue alchemists performing human transmutation, central experimenting in chimera creation, all new information to him, although he already knew that the rebellion would only get worse. putting out his cig and dropping some extra cash on his table he would calmly walk out of the bar carrying his half finished bottle of booze with him. It sounded to him like there would be a few more things he would have to look into, especially see if there were any human transmutations that he could locate and examine, and he might just possibly have an idea were to start looking for a trail. |
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