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Mieke Furmont

"Pomp and circumstance can render even the simplest situations into a major misunderstanding."

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a character in “Caelum Fatales”, originally authored by maccotango, as played by RolePlayGateway

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      macFULL NAME
      mac mac1 MIEKE FURMONT

      macNICKNAMES
      mac mac1 MEI
      mac mac1 MIKI

      macBLESSED/ORDINARY
      mac mac1 BLESSED

      macROLE
      mac mac1 BLESSED CHILD 3

      macGENDER
      mac mac1 FEMALE

      macAGE
      mac mac1 SEVENTEEN

      macSEXUAL ORIENTATION
      mac mac1 DEMISEXUAL



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      macRIBBONS
      mac mac1 A WEAPON OF GRACE AND PRECISION

      Ribbon magic is probably one of the less common abilities there are amongst the blessed. Something as sweet and innocuous as a ribbon becomes a lethal weapon when in Mei's talented hands. While a ribbon/string is empowered, it's able to withstand forces it normally wouldn't. As long as it's connected to her body (preferably her hands), she can control any section of the ribbon at will. She can do this telepathically to some extent, but don't expect the same kind of power as when she's actually touching it. Mei could probably pull off an assassination if someone's wearing a ribbon choker though. While there are aggressive ways to use her magic, such as choking out vitals or making an edge sharp enough to cut skin, more often than not Mei finds herself using this as a form of crowd control, becoming a supportive/defensive entity in the team. She'll hold them still, blind, distract; whatever it is, her ribbons can probably do it. This ability, however, doesn't magically make the ribbon grow longer or shorter at will. She has to work with what she's got, and if that means carrying more than two meters of five different ribbons everywhere with her, then so be it. The term ribbon extends to string to some extent, and she will use it if needed as it's more convenient to carry around, but string oft winds up a double edged sword, cutting into her own arms and hands if she's not careful.



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      macHAIR COLOR
      mac mac1 LIGHT BROWN

      macEYE COLOR
      mac mac1 GOLD

      macHEIGHT
      mac mac1 1.65M

      macWEIGHT
      mac mac1 45KG

      macTATTOOS
      mac mac1 NONE

      macPIERCINGS
      mac mac1 NONE

      macSCARS
      mac mac1 NONE

      macODDITIES
      mac mac1 CLOTHES ARE OFTEN COVERED WITH RIBBONS
      mac mac1 OCCASIONALLY HAS SOME LOOPED AROUND HER HAND




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      macFIRST IMPRESSION
      mac mac1 THE EVER DEPENDABLE BIG SISTER

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      If there's someone you can rely on, it's Mei. She's calm, constantly cheerful and ever supportive. She's not one to often let her emotions get the best of her, but she's not a robot either. In fact, those who've met her most liken her to a mother or a big sister. A lot of people have described her as mature, and the number of times they've seen her seriously angry is close to none. There's a running joke that she acts more like Lord Child 3's personal maid than guardian, and it's a title she'd much prefer over her current one. However, she's not one to shirk her responsibilities, and if she's required to do it, she'll do it, even if her heart isn't in it. It's why she went without a fight when she was summoned to serve royalty. As a result, Mei doesn't really have a sense of ambition. She's the kind who'll only put as much effort as required, and then help out those who are struggling with the task. Well, as long as it's not something she's very interested in. You can expect a lot of energy if it is.

      macDIGGING DEEPER
      mac mac1 A SIMPLE FOLLOWER WITH NO AMBITIONS

      This lack of ambition is more harmful than it first seems. It also turns into a lack of initiative and an unwillingness to assume leadership when needed. She's good at following orders; she's not good at giving and enforcing them. She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer either, and her thought process is extremely simple. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing; just don't expect Mei to think too far ahead. The brunette likes frill, yeah, but not on anything other than her clothes. Even if you force the details, it's unlikely she'll retain anything but the most important ones. Mei's got a bad tendency to daydream when she's not interested in the subject at hand. This doesn't affect her combat abilities though, as she's a gifted multi-tasker, so she's able to pay attention to more than one thing going on in the fight at a time.



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      macHOBBIES
      mac mac1 SEWING ◟ MEI LOVES DESIGNING CLOTHES
      mac mac1 GARDENING ◟ WEEDING/WATERING IS RELAXING FOR HER
      mac mac1 DAYDREAMING ◟ SHE GETS LOST IN HER THOUGHTS OFTEN

      macHABITS
      mac mac1 CLEANING ◟ MEI WILL CLEAN UP AFTER YOU, REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE
      mac mac1 PLAYING WITH RIBBONS ◟ DOES THIS WHEN EITHER NERVOUS OR BORED
      mac mac1 PACING ◟ ESPECIALLY WHILE DAYDREAMING

      macLIKES/LOVE
      mac mac1 CLOTHES ◟ BUT SHE'LL OFTEN PICK CLOTHES FOR ATHENA AND NOT HERSELF
      mac mac1 FOODS ◟ ESPECIALLY LIGHT DESSERTS THAT AREN'T TOO SWEET
      mac mac1 FLOWERS ◟ PRETTY TO LOOK AT IS A-OKAY BY HER BOOK
      mac mac1 RIBBONS ◟ IT SAVES LIVES AND IT'S PRETTY TO LOOK AT
      mac mac1 LONG HAIR ◟ SHE TAKES VERY GOOD CARE OF HERS

      macDISLIKES/HATE
      mac mac1 COMBAT ◟ SHE BECAME A GUARDIAN RELUCTANTLY, NOT WILLINGLY
      mac mac1 FORCED RESPONSIBILITY ◟ FREEDOM TO CHOOSE, PEOPLE
      mac mac1 BLOOD ◟ SHE'S NOT AFRAID, BUT SHE STILL GETS A BIT SQUEAMISH
      mac mac1 HUMID WEATHER ◟ DIVE INTO ICE WATER PLEASE
      mac mac1 PEOPLE RE-ARRANGING ◟ MEI FIXED IT THAT WAY FOR A REASON




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      macSTRENGTHS
      mac mac1 ABILITY PROFICIENCY ◟ KNOWS MOST, IF NOT ALL, THE TRICKS TO HER POWERS
      mac mac1 DEFENSIVE PLAY ◟ YOU CAN RELY ON HER TO KEEP YOU SAFE
      mac mac1 BATTLE FLOW ◟ GOOD AT GAUGING HOW THE ENEMIES WILL REACT
      mac mac1 TEAM PLAYER ◟ HER ABILITIES ARE MEANT TO COMPLIMENT OTHERS'
      mac mac1 CREATIVE ◟ CAN THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX
      mac mac1 OBSERVANT ◟ PICKS UP SMALL DETAILS EASILY WHEN SHE'S FOCUSING
      mac mac1 MULTI-TASKING ◟ WATCH YOUR BACK + HOLD THE ENEMY DOWN? OK

      macWEAKNESSES
      mac mac1 SHORT-TERM THINKING ◟ DON'T EXPECT HER TO THINK TOO FAR AHEAD
      mac mac1 NOT A LEADER ◟ SHE HAS NEXT TO NO SKILLS IN LEADING
      mac mac1 AGGRESSIVE PLAY ◟ TOO IMMOBILE + LACK OF DAMAGE
      mac mac1 WEAK DUELIST ◟ RELIES ON OTHERS FOR DAMAGE OUTPUT
      mac mac1 IMMOBILE ◟ CONSIDERING SHE'S LITERALLY TIED UP...
      mac mac1 PHYSICAL COMBAT ◟ ONLY KNOWS ENOUGH TO BE A GUARDIAN
      mac mac1 LISTLESS ◟ NO REAL DRIVE TO SUPER IMPROVE
      mac mac1 FOCUSING ◟ HAS TROUBLE KEEPING IT WHEN NOT INTERESTED




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      macCHILDHOOD
      mac mac1 SIMPLICITY, DISCOVERY AND LEAVING

      The Furmont life was one of simplicity. Her father was a simple vendor, her mother, a seamstress. She had two younger siblings, both of whom she adored. The city was a big scary place, but their home was a warm one. She was always a bit flighty as a child, prone to running off to secluded corners or climbing up the roof to talk to her "friends" as she called them. Her parents simply thought that Mei preferred the company of her own thoughts over others, and didn't think any of it. In truth, her friends were actual entities, the Fae as they were called, invisible to everyone except a select few. She'd tell her parents of the conversations she had, and they'd just shrug it off, thinking she had a vivid imagination.

      Mei's powers have always been present, but considering their nature, it wasn't something they picked up on quickly. Everyone just thought she had extremely nimble fingers when she was able to recreate any knot or tie as long as she managed to see it. To be honest, that's how the brunette saw it as well. It's why she wanted to become a tailor herself, becoming one who catered only to the highest bidder. That dream was, unfortunately, cut short when it was discovered her talent with ribbon wasn't just a simple talent; it was a form of magic altogether.

      The young girl had grown into the habit of bringing ribbon around everywhere with her, enjoying the puzzle of finding new ways to create bows and the like. During one of her rooftop expeditions to talk to her friends, she slipped and accidentally fell down, clutching onto the roof for dear life. Her parents heard her cries for help, and went out to try and save her, climbing up to try and grab her from the edge and onto safety. But just as they reached her, Mei ran out of strength and quickly went into free fall. Everyone thought she was a goner; until they saw the ribbon tie itself around one of the window panes while the other end curled around her arm. It hurt, left a mark on her right forearm, but they were able to get her to safety.

      The news spread fast, considering how many onlookers there were during that debacle. The story got warped at some point, becoming grossly exaggerated as rumors are prone to do. It was thanks to these rumors that the monarchy eventually confronted her family about the fact that Mieke was, in fact, a blessed child. And even at the tender age of eight, she already understood that denying them what they wanted would only lead to additional grief for her family. So she went with them without a fight, even if it was against her own wishes. In exchange, they promised to take care of her family financially. It was the least Mieke could do for them considering the circumstances.


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      macTHE "BLESSED" CHILD
      mac mac1 FIRST JOB CUT SHORT, SEGUE INTO THE NEXT

      Her first charge wasn't Athena, but another noble family who insisted she protect their sickly son. In retrospect, Mei realizes what his parents was a friend for their son rather than a guardian, but insisted on the protection for him should anything happen. Unfortunately, this family had reason to want the protection of the blessed for their child. They were far from in favor of the town they presided over, and eventually there was an uprising which forced Mei to learn how to use her abilities to fight. Kidnapping attempts ingrained a habit to keep an eye out, and seeing her charge in distress made her to mature faster than most kids her age, as if she already wasn't ahead of others. Eventually the revolt was resolved peacefully, but it meant that the family she worked for would lose their title. And in effect, they no longer had a need for her. It didn't take long until someone else picked her up, forcing her into taking care of another child. This time, it was a child intelligent beyond her years but seemed to lack a verbal filter and an arrogance which drove even Mei up a wall during their first few days together. Eventually, they settled into a more comfortable relationship, and Mei has started seeing Athena as something of a younger sister. She's still unsure about the rest of the team; a bit wary of them to be honest.



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So begins...

Mieke Furmont's Story

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Errond Station|Drafting Selection|8:43 AM
The air was stifling and uncomfortably warm. The scent of sweat and general odors hung in the air like a cloud, choking Lucretia's other senses. She pulled her collar over her nose, breathing in her own scent of flour and strawberries, mixed with that undeniable twinge of iron that came with blood. It comforted her, if only a little bit.

Lucretia dropped the fabric, but her smell lingered in her nose. A man bumped into her and she shifted uncomfortably. There were too many people jammed into the small station, each hand clinging to a ticket and another piece of paper with the word SUMMONS printed in large red letters. Soldiers would have been more fitting... she thought absently as she tucked back a piece of her short violet hair. In the dark light of the underground station, it looked black and almost shadow like. "Western Combat Unit Six." Lucretia's ears perked up and she turned towards the burly man that had said the number. "Car 14."

He began rattling off names, but Lucretia already knew what Unit she was in and now, she knew where she was supposed to go. She turned to the taller boy next to her. Only a year older in age. "My Lord, I believe that is us," she said in a curt and quiet tone. The announcer had already moved on to the next Combat unit and she could see a few people filtering towards Car 14. If they missed their train, they would be put on the front lines without training. Thus was the law of Tilt. "Shall we go?" she offered him a small, but tentative smile. To most, it would be considered "polite".

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"Allow me to pave the way. . ."



[ Trisha's Lullaby |FMA:Brotherhood OST ]


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Bellamy glanced about the station he was in. The smell alone was positively revolting. Too many unwashed bodies pressed together in a small area, well anyone would be able to divine that. Bell looked over to his shorter companion, his right-hand, Lucretia. She was also suffering from the stench. The mention of WCU6 drew Bell's attention right away, even before Lucretia mentioned it.

"Let's go." Bell stated as he took Lucretia's hand in his and made his way towards Car 14. As he walked, dragging her with him, Bellamy's mind wandered off. He felt a pain in his eye bringing him back, his free hand instinctively went up to cover it. His grip tightened on Lucretia. It didn't matter how much this "gift" of his hurt, it only drove him further towards his goals.

Once they arrived at Car 14 Bellamy helped Lucretia inside and sat beside her, making sure she was near him at all times. He felt assured whenever she was beside him. A calm presence letting him know he was supported. Her hand still in his, Bell looked over to her, observing her with judging eyes. No matter how many times he observed her, it always bore the same results. She was totally content and devoted. Nodding to himself Bell spoke.

"Well Lucy, what do you expect to find upon arrival? More incompetence? Or perhaps something of interest for once in a great while?" Bellamy chuckled a bit, he always liked hearing her opinions, she was the only person besides himself that he listened to. After all, on his chess-board she was the Queen to his King. His loyal servant, friend, and executioner. Out of all the people in his life, Lucretia was the only one he could ever truly trust. Making her his strength, but also his Achilles heel. If anything were to happen to Lucretia, Bellamy knew he would lose himself. It was as if at times she was the only thing holding him together. The small violet haired girl had a special place within him, and he hated to admit it but he truly cared for her.

The throbbing in his eye became more intense. "My curse is acting up. . .We must be getting close to something great. Don't you think Lucy?" Bellamy asked looking to her, his cursed eye flickering red. Only Lucretia knew about his curse, only she knew of the burden he carried.

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The station was just about as unglamorous as they came, royalty and commoner treated the same. Loathe as she was to admit it, Mei had gotten used to life behind the high walls. She forgot that a good portion of the population didn't have access to proper amenities, and a large number of them were within the confines with her. She kept a hand on her charge's back, body blocking for her as the brunette paved a way for them both. Now where were they supposed to go?

"Hold our papers for a bit, Miss Athena, since I'll be handling our things." Since this was a summon to war, they were only asked to bring basic items hence the manageable amount of baggage. A bag hung over her shoulder, another on the hand that was near Athena. When she heard someone call out the details of their unit, Mei immediately started herding the much younger girl towards the correct car. She heard both their names, almost calling out an instinctive "here!" before realizing they didn't care either way. If you didn't make the train, you'd still get sent to war. Might as well get some survival tips if the result was still going to be the same.

The brunette made sure Athena was properly seated before she figured out anything else, finding an empty booth. "Save the seat beside you for me, alright?" She gave the girl a pat on the head, then grabbed their luggage off the seat. She could hear others settling down, conversing amongst themselves. No one she recognized. Unfortunate, but expected. Athena wasn't very social to begin with, so Mei's own social circle never expanded beyond the estate walls. When she'd managed to stow both their bags, she returned to Athena, taking the seat beside her.

"Do you recognize anyone, Miss? I'm afraid everyone's a stranger so far." Mei fixed the bun in her hair, the style coming loose during the crowd on the station. She used a short strip of ribbon to keep it in place, using her power briefly to create a tight knot. Not that anyone would see; her hand was blocking the view and to others it would simply appear that the brunette used her hands to tie her hair. If one decided to take extreme notice, they'd realize she had a large number of ribbons on her person. One in her hair, another bound around her hands, and then another acting as a belt around her waist. Even the laces around her shoes, if one counted those. It's unlikely Mei will ever use those though. She's not that desperate. "I could hold the seats across us if there's anyone you know."

"In any case, we'll have to share with at least two other people." She briefly peered out to the walkway, where she saw others still climbing in from the entrance. "Let's try not to make enemies of anyone on the way to there, alright?" The statement sounded rather cheeky, but considering how Athena acted sometimes... not exaggerated. And Mei really did want some peace before she got forced into fighting. "While there will be some people in WCU6 we won't agree with, it won't do us any good to start fighting before we even get off the train."


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Caterina pushed her way through the throngs of people ambling about the train station. She'd be given the wrong directions twice now, and she still hadn't found the train she was supposed to get on. Some of the draftees around her were complaining about the smell, but Caterina rolled her eyes at this; the prisons and hovels she'd visited to carry out the King's Justice had made the station seem like a breath of fresh air.

After several minutes of struggling through the crowd, Caterina considered pulling down her hood to bank on the fact she was the Headman's Pride to part the sea of people. Then again, it was doubtful that all of these peasants would know what the Headman's Pride looked like. More likely than not, the peasants only knew of the Headman's Pride as a name to scare children. She sighed with this realization; it would be nice if she was more well known as the one who carried out justice and upheld the laws of the land.

As she continued through the station, Caterina thought back to the events that brought her here. Shortly after the death of the late King, the Lords of Tilt began squabbling over who would now rule the Kingdom. She had never particularly cared about supporting any one claimant, but she'd removed those she deemed unworthy to succeed the King. In the end, her pruning had drawn the ire of many lords , and enough of them had banded together to kill her along with many of the former advisers of the King. Only the intervention of powerful lords who either wanted to protect her for a variety of reasons, or have leverage in the future, managed to nail out a compromise to have Caterina go rebel hunting and likely die in the process. Now, the corruption of the Kingdom would have to be dealt by others who still believed in justice and the Royal Family.

Now, thanks to both her previous occupation and her "friends" in the capital, Caterina was the leader of one of the new units drafted up for war. She'd received the dossiers and photographs of the a few nights ago to peruse at her leisure. This motley collection of lords, peasants, and the oh so blessed children were supposed to be here by now, but then again it was a very crowded station. It took her a while to finally reach the train, but she was inwardly relieved to see that some of the members of her unit were starting to arrive. If there were no shows, Western Combat Unit 6 would be under strength and unable to carry out any orders. After getting on the train, she attempted to find the cart or carts that were supposed to hold her unit.

" Cart 14..." she breathed as she looked into each one, looking for just about anyone from her unit. It occurred to her that perhaps she didn't want to sit next to some of them based off of what she had read in the dossier's she'd been given. Shuffling through the stack of papers as she walked, Caterina decided to find the daughter of Lord Fausta; he'd been one of the lords kind of enough to help her get far away from the mess of politics in the capital, so his daughter couldn't be all that bad.

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"Repulsive..."

Athena was despondent at this turn of events, She was drafted into a war that she wasn't even concerned about, And was treated the same as the peasants she observes walking and sleeping on the streets, Everyone was managed the same, And it wasn't very nicely at that.

"Hold our papers for a bit, Miss Athena, since I'll be handling our things.", pointed out Mei. Athena looked up at the brunette girl, and replied "Okay then", Before taking the bag from her arms, She immediately regretted her decision, As she barely managed to keep the bag off the ground. Before she was able to get the bag in a comfortable position, Athena was whisked away by Mei, as she frantically motioned Athena to their assigned position.

As Athena sat down, she let out a sigh of relief, "Save the seat beside you for me, alright?". Athena briefly nodded, as she received a pat on her head as a reward. Athena treated Mei as a sister and Mei treated Athena likewise. As she sat down in silence she remembered the rocky relationship Mieke and Athena had at first, Though blooming into a beautiful friendship, Strong enough to be called a sistership, They had their disagreements in the past, As Mei had a lack of drive, No ambition, Athena couldn't stand people that didn't know what to do with their life, As being driven by something is important, Even people with strong talents can find themselves on streets because they didn't know what they were going to accomplish with their abilities, And Mieke was no exception, But as time past, She found herself being rescued from the depths of loneliness from her, Eventually forming into a friendship that can't be broken, And Athena wanted it to stay that way.

But this was war, People come and go all the time, Dead bodies line the battlefield, As the blood forms into a red carpet, Welcoming the next batch of victims to their doom, War is chaos, The strong survive as the weak go into enemy fire and fall, The strong get to stay behind and watch as their aliies drop to the ground. Keeping ties is dangerous, As one death can lead to your own, but that didn't seem to stop Athena from clinging on to what she had left.

Athena would have gone deeper in thought, If Mei didn't return. "Do you recognize anyone, Miss? I'm afraid everyone's a stranger so far." Mei asked as she returned, Athena remembered faces, but didn't remember names, She likes to observe not converse, "Well, not really, You know me, I rather not partake in social activities" Athena replied, Though she did know some people, The pink haired man known as Alastor Helstrum was present, The man who seems to get out of his way, just to anger Athena, Athena admired his strength, But they just didn't seem to get along, She also knew Caterina Straetus, The scythe wielding leader of WCU6, Athena didn't catch her in the cart, but she knew Caterina was present somewhere, As such, Athena also admired her strength, And they were on good terms, She also owes Athena. Athena hopes to use the solid as payment for better treatment.

"Let's try not to make enemies of anyone on the way to there, alright?" , Athena smiled, They both knew full well that Athena believes that rivals are key to improvement of ones skill and status.

"If someone decides to provoke me, I will have no choice, but to strike back"

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Character Portrait: Lucretia Narrow Character Portrait: Alastor Helstrum Character Portrait: Athena Fausta Character Portrait: Matiz Vandenboom Character Portrait: Ryelan Maricon Character Portrait: Fable N. Saffron
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Amidst the chaos that was the train station, an air of nervousness and sweat was almost asphyxiating to the little noble named Sylvaria. Of course she was anxious, as to the fact that both she and Alastor are going into combat, though she was calm since she'd hopefully be away from her brothers and instead with Alastor, her servant. Yet there was another problem which Sylvia put to the back of her mind, only to let it nag at her is how she had the combat abilities of a fluffy bunny, a white fluffy bunny that cannot do any harm to people, but she had one thing setting her aside from other nobles and even blessed children, she could be a medic to those whom would need it.

Though something had drawn her from her thoughts, Alastor had turned and asked her a question,

"Are you ok Mistress?" his voice cut through the mayhem that was caused by the other nobles, she wasn't fond of them, though brushed the thought aside, and replied with her usual kind tone,

"Yes, Alastor. Thank you for asking." she smiled, it wasn't like smiling was rare for her, but her smile was because of her interaction with Alastor. Though her mind had blanked as she heard her name announced, and then heard the unit she was in, "Western Combat Unit 6" was it's name, and she only had one true thought, I-I'm actually going into combat? It wasn't like she was a coward, but more scared of the fact, it caused the anxiety to well up in her chest and almost choked her as it welled in her throat, she followed Alastor as he said something, though she didn't quite hear him.

Soon she and Alastor reached the train they were to get on, she thanked him as she got on, and looked at the others, some whom she recognized, One being Bellamy and his servant Lucretia, another whom Sylvia knew as Athena and her servant, whom was unnamed to Sylvia, though there were others, two whom she didn't know of, though with a gentle smile, she bowed a bit and spoke to those in the car with her, since she doubted that she was well known, even if she was the second daughter of a Duke, "Hello, I'm Sylvaria Matthas. You can just call me Sylvia, and this is Alastor, my..." even so much as saying the word "Servant" was difficult for her, since it suggested that he was under her. Though she continued none the less; "My servant. It's a pleasure to meet you all" she had taken a breath knowing the word had tasted like vinegar, though it was the best word for the time in sylvia's mind.

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Alastor folded his arms, and visibly became uncomfortable at the mention of him being Sylvia's servent. Sure, he is, but still even now it's a bitter pill for him to swallow. 'Why intoduce me as a servent? In makes me sound like a maid. Why not call me a bodyguard if you don't want to use the word slave?' Al thought to himself as he made sure everything that Sylvia, and he brought onboard was put away. "Call me Al if you wish. I've also been called Hellstorm as well." Alastor rather half heartedly added to Sylvia's introduction. Hellstorm was a little nickname that Al got when he was first brought in for being a Blessed Child. It was something meant to remind Alastor that he's a monster. But honestly he's taken a shine to it. He wasn't sure if any of them had heard of his nickname before or not.

Al took a seat next to a window, and watched as they pulled out of the station. Once they left Al looked up, and around at all his new 'comrades'. He knew of them all from dossier that have been provided to him by his rebel contacts. He only had the most basic of information of them. Mostly just psychological profiles, things that could provide him with a edge when deceiving them. Al then glanced over at Sylvia. He felt so guilty for deceiving her, as she's the closest thing to a friend he's had for a long time. And yet when she needed him the most he wasn't there. When she was forced into this unit he was out meeting with a contact. And by the time he found out he was too afraid to do something. He feared of what would happen to his family if tried to do anything. No, the only solution he could think of was to allow her be drafted, and protect her in battle. Not to mention the added benefit of being on the frontline for the rebels.

"Mistress...I'm sorry." Al whispered to Sylvia. "I....should have done something to protect you. I was just...afraid. Al added. "Just...stay in my sights, and I promise no harm will come to you Mistress. I will do everything in my power to make up for failing you." Al ordered with a look of determination that made every word even more sincere. While he did mean his words, the intention of them is more than just a mere apology. While he normally wouldn't speak like this to anyone 'above his station', but when it comes to Sylvia's safety he doesn't do this song and dance.

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Character Portrait: Alastor Helstrum Character Portrait: Athena Fausta Character Portrait: Ryelan Maricon Character Portrait: Bellamy Noihaus Character Portrait: Caterina Straetos Character Portrait: Sylvaria Matthas
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"Tedious..."

There seemed to be some action going on in the train, Like Athena said, Keeping ties is dangerous, But it seemed the people in the train, COMPLETELY!, disregarded everything in that very sentence. Or at least one person, Sylvaria Matthas, The master of Alastor, Since Fire-man was completely devoted to Sylvaria, She was at least well, known to Athena, Although it is understandable if she is unrecognized by most. Her medical skills were impressive, But they weren't something that people in the kingdom usually talked about, They would either talk about, Sword-Man or Skinny-Man, For lack of a better nickname.

Ryelan Maricon, Also known as Sword-Man, or was pointy objects-man better? Apparently, One of the Best Swordsmen in the kingdom, His family is well-known, So Athena is well-informed about him, But she has never met him in person, for obvious reasons that will remain un-mentioned. His father is a legendary swordsmen, And he should be no exception.

Bellamy Noihaus, Though skinny-man would work just fine, As that is his body type. He might suppress Athena in terms of intelligence, So he kind of bothers Athena, Keeping her distance seems to be the only way to still be able to maintain her dominance, Which left a bitter taste in Athena's mouth.

The rest of the people residing on the train didn't come close to interesting, Athena was always fond of big names, And seeing of the owners could live up to them.

She was still waiting for Ms. Straetos to rescue her from this disgusting, poor-excuse of a train, She knew full well that if she became a foot-solider, She would get killed before the battle even started, She liked it better behind the action, Not in front of it, Calculations were the only thing that Athena had pride in, Not fighting.

For lack of a better word

She was scared

It was a emotion she kept well, Even now, But it seemed one person would always find a way to empathize with her, "Are you hungry?, Athena promptly asked Mei, As a poor attempt to cover what she was feeling.

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Character Portrait: Lucretia Narrow Character Portrait: Athena Fausta Character Portrait: Matiz Vandenboom Character Portrait: Ryelan Maricon Character Portrait: Bellamy Noihaus Character Portrait: Caterina Straetos
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"Allow me to pave the way. . ."



[ Trisha's Lullaby |FMA:Brotherhood OST ]


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Bellamy sat observing all those around him and Lucretia. Her heartbeat was troubled, he could feel it in her palm. Looking up intensely over to the small girl. She practically was radiating fear, terrified of what to come. Truly unprepared for war. The swordsman and his partner, probably more suited for war, yet totally unknown to them was struggle. They mucked about without a care, maybe it was all a facade, hiding their true fear. Bellamy however, unlike most, wasn't afraid. He was shaking however, with pure anticipation and excitement. Once he became king, he'd let out the order to hunt down and destroy the dark fae, then he'd free the good fae allowing them to roam freely once more.

Bellamy would also decree that the Blessed children were to be honored, honored for their service and honored as fae-blessed. The fae were Bellamy's obsession, he knew he had a problem, a problem he intended to fix. Watching the young girl who stank of fear, Bellamy's purple eyes bore into her. His voice low as he addressed her.

"Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home." Bellamy had meant for it to calm her, he didn't want her to fly off into some sort of fear-enduced madness. Which Bellamy had seen first-hand. Although he realized she didn't have much hope in this war, he prayed her Blessed was strong enough to protect the young lady.

He also hoped the duo had enough sense to stay out of his way.

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Character Portrait: Lucretia Narrow Character Portrait: Athena Fausta Character Portrait: Bellamy Noihaus Character Portrait: Caterina Straetos Character Portrait: Mieke Furmont
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"Yay....My savior has arrived..."

Athena mumbled nonchalantly, Her fear was still present, But the big man...Errrr, Woman has arrived, to deliver Athena from her misery of being stuck with a bunch of hotheaded idiots, Athena's fear slightly subsided at the thought of safety from the dangers of war, She turned to Caterina and promptly greeted her, "Hello Miss Straetus, There is no need for formal greetings, We are in a war, Aren't we? Athena replied. Athena knew that Caterina owed her, Athena thought a bit about some demands, She needed to make a solid, count, Doesn't she?

Mei was unexpectedly quiet, Athena expected her to say something to Caterina, because of the look of disgust that was shot at Mei by her, However she may be just as scared as Athena is, or...Was. Athena was just as scared as Mei was...But not because of the unavoidable war, But because of Mei's Silence. Was she worried about me? ,Thoughts of distraught flooded Athena's head.

Before Athena could even think of speaking, A skeletal man walked over to Athena, It was Bellamy Noihaus himself, And his servent, "Madam. . . Fausta correct? I have heard of you. Please don't fear. This war will end swiftly. Then you can return somewhat unharmed to your home.", Athena was flustered, She can't keep acting like little kid, She was THE Athena Fausta, Heir to one of the most successful and kindest lords in the the kingdom, She wouldn't be outdone by Skinny man, "Oh? Was that sarcasm in your voice? Sarcasm...is one of the things I dislike the most, Sarcasm is only used when the speaker is applying his dominance, Are you?"

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"Are you hungry?" With how close they had gotten, Mei understood that it wasn't really out of concern for her that her mistress asked the question. It was something to fill the air in an attempt to distract herself. The brunette shook her head, turning her attention to the newcomer in the train who'd taken a seat beside Athena. Apparently, the two knew each other. She remained silent, choosing not to comment on the blatantly disrespectful glance. It indicated Caterina didn't think much of her; or any of the other Blessed, if her observations proved correct. Instead, she let Athena carry on the conversation by herself. Mei wasn't all that certain Athena hadn't rubbed off on her; encouraging the tension between her and Straetus wouldn't be at all beneficial.

A man with dark brown hair and disconcerting violet eyes spoke, and Mei could only feel more drained. No one in this train had proven the friendly sort at all; just how did they expect them all to work as a cohesive unit? Especially with the ostentatious airs that some of the others put up. She kept an ear on the conversation, giving Athena a look at her response to Noihaus. Truthfully, Mei had nothing to contribute to the conversation. But she felt she needed to act before the tensions grew worse.

She lightly coughed, intending to catch the attention of those around her. It's not like she knew everyone's names anyway. "Does anyone want tea? I placed some in a jug with disposable cups, as well as biscuits for the haul ahead." A polite smile plastered itself onto her face, and while it looked a little forced, Mei simply meant to diffuse the situation.


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Lucretia watched the exchange in silence, dropping her fingernails away from her mouth. She knew that Bellamy actually did care about Miss Fausta's well-being, if only a little. It was rude of her to think otherwise. She turned her attention to the Blessed servant next to Miss Fasta and offered her a small, polite smile. "Some tea would be wonderful, thank you," she glanced at Miss Fausta once more. "My Lord meant no harm, Miss. If he meant to be sarcastic, I'm afraid it would be much to obvious. I'm Lucretia and this is my Master, Bellamy. I'm afraid I am not entirely sure about your names?"

Her smile never faltered and she squeezed Bellamy's hand as if to say that it was more useful to make allies than enemies in this current situation. In war, you were never certain if you needed a comrade, one that would help you rather than stab you in the back to save their own skin. Lucretia waited patiently for any reply, hoping that she had said the rightt words to diffuse the growing tension. She knew that the Blessed girl was undoutedly uncomfortable, as was Lucretia. She did not like conflict much.