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With curiosity was it that Blythe regarded the strange flower that resided before her, or at least that’s what she assumed it to be based on the presence of both pistol and stamen. From a long, vascular stock it extended, surrounded by a sea of green, unremarkable leaves and their likewise unremarkable flowers of a dull pink. The intensity of its crimson, almost bell like petals, the soft glow it seemed to emanate, the slight trim of golden that covered its tip, the strange pattern it strewn along its stems side by side; all of it had caught her attention as she walked.

Perhaps pranced would be a better word, though seeing as how Blythe had actually been in the field of flowers for the express purpose of seeing whether any of the plants possessed any interesting skin effecting properties it seems a bit difficult to attach that particular word to the action. The fact still stood that she was skipping through a field of flowers, humming merrily when she caught sight of the lone flower.

Being the ever curious botanist that she was, it came as little surprise that she just so happened to quite literally throw her bag at the ground and plop down in the field right then and there. What did come as a bit of a surprise however was the not incredibly pleasant sound of glass fracturing that resonated moments after the bag made contact. For all the times the woman had physically abused that poor, poor bag with chairs, fire, water, anything and everything with absolutely no effect on its contents, it seemed almost impossible to think a relatively mild chuck into the ground would actually damage what was inside. Karma could always be attributed to the happening rather easily…even if Blythe’s total disregard for what easily could be a poisonous substance leaking through her bag in favor of a flower made it a tad wee awkward to claim it as negative retribution.

Blythe was just the type to not much care for anything other than her subject when “in the mood” and she’d surely be feeling a great deal of remorse over her injured bag as soon as she finished with her work. Whenever that may be. As the saying goes, you can’t rush perfection!…Not that Blythe was in any way shape, nor form the model human, far from it probably, just that when it came to her line of work, that being primarily the creation and application of toxins, precision was sort of a necessity. Then again, wasn’t anything pertaining to alchemy a precise science by definition anyways?

So it was that Blythe came to find herself glowering at the strange flora, apparently hoping a deep enough stare would reveal some hidden truth to it’s external appearance she hadn’t yet reached. But, seeing as she’d been at it for half an hour already and her mind didn’t necessarily have to actually be on the flower’s appearance for it to be permanently burned into her retinas, she decided to occupy her time with thoughts of her current situation.

Primarily on what it was every one else must have been up to. Darna’s current activity seemed almost too easy to guess, she was chatting it up with Taiven and working on what she could only hope to be delicious food. Issac’s current preoccupation was a bit of a challenge, seeing as how she didn’t much know the kid and he seemed a bit more…deep to her than he let on, but she reached the conclusion that he’d probably gone for a walk like she had. The slight trampling of foliage she’d heard a while back and spotting a similar appearing man out of the corner of her eye earlier had absolutely no relation to her guess either. For Vincent, well her only guess would be that he was probably smoking as of the moment, even after all the years she’d known him, not to mention all the files of his she’d used as reading material in her boredom, Blythe still found the blonde to be a mystery. As for what the random kid, who she noted never exactly introduced himself, was up to, well to be honest she somewhat assumed he’d found himself another confrontation. Based on all the various little assassination attempts she’d been able to catch sight of, and decided to let run their course instead of intercepting for the sake of amusement, on the train, the kid seemed to have someone out for him.

Most definitely the same someone who’d taken it upon themselves to blow up an entire train for one kid…oh how glad Blythe was to not be in central right now, she could only imagine the paperwork her poor lieutenant was currently leafing through after that incident. While her mind wafted to the topic of her beloved, and often sexually harassed, lieutenant, an evil idea found it’s way to Blythe. She had neither the correct tools, nor the patience to test the flower before her in its entirety as of present. Her lieutenant, however, did. So, seeing as how it was only the kind, thoughtful thing to do and the flower obviously had to have some sort of interesting chemical property to be glowing, she’d just send it back to her dear, dear lieutenant via mail!…Though now that raised the question of whether or not this town had a mail center…if not, surely their actual destination would at least. Hopefully. If not, she’d have to see whether or not Vincent had the capacity to order a bird around as he did people, it always seemed he should be able to, to her, he’d just probably never tried.