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(Sorry it is so short, I will post the chimera info in the OOC if that is ok?"
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With that, Issac watched, still standing a good ways back, arms crossed behind his back, his cane held loosely, as the Fuhrer reaches out and lifted the latch holding the cage to his left, their right. There was a metalic snap, then the sound of the henges as they door swung open, and then the noises the chimeric beast within made as it came out of the box. When he saw it, Issac gripped his cane more tightly. He was sure that Kross would be able to handle this thing, and that if not the Fuhrer would step in, but he was also keenly aware of the fact that, just like himself, this beast should not exist. There was a time when it was something, or a few somethings, that belonged on this earth, just as Issac himself had once been normal, but now they had both been twisted by alchemy, and it was just a matter of time before they should be brought to rest. All that he hoped was that he could do some good in the world before his time came.
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"You don't make these things easy do you Mustang?" Kross said still not calling him by his title of Fuhrer. Thinking that he may actually have to get serious this battle he throws his cloak off and takes up a ready stance waiting for the creature to make the first move, not wanting to charge in recklessly without first assessing the opponents ability.
The chimera jumped and flapped its giant wings taking off towards Kross like a bullet from a gun, it seemed to know exactly who it wanted to kill. It smashed into Kross and sent him flying across the courtyard and smashing into the wall. "That wasn't very nice..." Kross said as he got up and brushed the rubble off, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, "I'm going to have to teach you some manners...aren't I?"
Touching the alchemy symbol on his hand he converted some of the metal into two forearm length daggers. "Class is in session..." Kross yelled as he charged at the beast. It swiped its paws at him as he got within range but his tremendous speed, due to his automail, caused him to be too close and the swipe missed him by a hair. Stretching his hands he stabbed both daggers into the chimera's chest and jumped backwards avoiding a tail strike that came over the creatures head at him.
The chimera was furious that it had been injured. Reaching up it pulled both daggers out of its chest and threw them to the ground and roared. Flying at him again it's tail pointed straight at him. Just as Kross was thinking to avoid the tail the creatures right paw glowed and its claws extended to horrific lengths as it flew straight at him. No way I can avoid that... Kross said and held his arms up to block the attack. The claws hit his automail and stopped dead do to the strength of the alchemicaly fortified metal, the tail did the same thing on the other side and the creature looked at him puzzled as to why the venom in the tail wasn't working.
Kross looked up into its eyes and saw what had once been human still reflected in them. "I will end your suffering..." He said softly so that it could hear him. He jumped back and summoned up a longsword and swung it at the creatures head. It went to block but the metal was too sharp and sliced its arms clean off and continued on through its neck. Kross put the metal from the sword back into his automail as the giant creature fell behind him and the head rolled at his feet. He walked back to Mustang and bowed to him formally, "The deed is done sir..."
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Issac noticed the look in Mustang's eye, and knew what he had remembered. His father had once told him of an incident with a man called the Sewing Life Alchemist, who transmuted his daughter and dog into a chimera. That would have to have been hard on anyone, especially if you'd known the man and the girl. "Kain, are you ready?" Issac looked up at the man's voice. Kross was out of the way, but besides that he didn't know, he wasn't sure if the other alchemist was still around to watch or if he'd moved on. He was too focused on the cage. A moment later the latch was moved aside, and the door pulled back.
What slowly emerged from the cage was, disturbing, to say the least. There were two heads, the one on the right had one long, spiraling horn and the other had had two. It walked out on all fours, the front legs were really wings, which looked rather tattered, the back legs were clawed, and there were two tails which began as one but split shortly below where the backbone would normally end. If this thing had ever been human one couldn't tell, especially when the right head focused in on Issac and opened it's mouth, emitting a red glow which then turned to flames that jet out towards him like a flamethrower.
Issac reacted quickly. Reaching into his satchel he removes a card and drops to the ground, slamming it doen before him along with both hands. A second later the ground rises up, creating a wall and shielding him from the flames. The stone glows red for a moment, then there is a screech, and looking up he can see the chimera perched atop the wall. Rolling to the side he avoids more flames, then leaps up, cane in hand like a sword. The chimera leaps towards him and begins breathing flames as it flies towards him. Raising his left arm he shields his face from the fire, causing his coat to butn away, as well as his glove, revealing his automail arm. When the chimera gets close he grabs the right head by the mouth, closing it before it can stop breathing fire.
A moment later, the head explodes in a cloud of flames. Issac then transmute the tip of his cane into a diamond tip and stabs it through the back of the other head's mouth, silencing it as it pierces his brain and moves through the skull. Letting go, and yanking back his cane while returning it to normal, the chimera falls to the ground and he steps back, face solumn. "Good job Kain, good reaction time, however you should have told us about the automail before hand." Mustang says, and goes on to speak, but Issac doesn't hear him. Issac knees down and draws a circle on the ground with his automail finger, then transmutes a coffin for it, just as Wilhielm had done.
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"So, Fuhrer, when do we find out whether we passed the exams or not?" Kross asked Mustang, the excitement evident in his face. He had wanted to be a state alchemist and fulfill his father's, his real father's, dream since his father was dead and could no longer do it himself. Thinking of his real parents brought one lone tear to his eyes that rolled slowly down his cheek, Kross made no move to wipe it away because he was not ashamed of it.
"I will become a state alchemist...for you father..." he whispered under his breath.
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The man appears a moment later, saluting Mustang until the Fuhrer enters the building. He then looks at the two alchemists and shakes his head. "Looks like I've got a couple of kids to baby sit. Well, come on, it's time for lunch, don't want it to get cold." He says, waving the two over, then turning and leading them into the building and down the halls towards the mess hall. Along the way he points out a few rooms to them, such as the washroom, the door leading to the living quarters, training room, military library, and so on. when they reach the mess hall he salutes them, then turns on his heel and heads off to a table.
"Well, this had been a very interesting day..." Issac says with a sigh. All this time he has kept his left hand in the deep pocket of his jacket, what's left of it. "I'm not really hungry, I'm just going to take a seat, excuse me." He then nods to Kross and makes his way over to a table, not woried right now as to wether or not he will join him at the same table. When he reaches an empty table he lays his bag down on it, then takes off his jacket and lays it on the table as well. Reaching into the back he takes out a few sheets of paper and lays them out on the table, then draws a transmutation circle on one of them. He uses this circle to turn the paper into cloth, and repair his jacket.
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Mustang makes hiw way through the halls to Tali's office. All state Alchemists now have their own offices at Central, another reasons for the expansions, where they may keep and preform any further research while at Central. Many of them didn't really use them for anything more than a quiet place to retreat to. He couldn't be sure if he would fine her there or not, so when he reaches the office door he knocks, then calls out her name.
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As Tali sipped from her drink, she heard someone knock at her door, and then a familiar voice call her name. Placing aside the drink and book, Tali moved to the door and opened it, revealing Roy Mustang. "Yes? What can I do for you?" she asked, though with her flat tone it sounded more like a dull observation than a question.
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Mustang speaks in slightly hushed tones on these subjects. Most of the officers in the military know about the incident, but not much of the details surrounding it, and they don't need to know that there is another foolish alchmist among them. Although he doesn't fully understand it himself, he knows that Tali has gone through a traumatic alchemy event, and believes she would be a good judge for the boys.
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On the opposite side of Central, in a room filled with nothing but shelves packed high with boxes containing files on closed cases and the like, a man searching through the tags on the sides of the boxes for something in particular. His name is Francis, and while he is only a low ranking officer, no alchemist himself, he knows alot more than it seems he should. He is a member of the search team Mustang has put together, one of the ones sent on an assignment away from Central.
The only problem here is that Francis died a week ago. His body was buried three days ago in his home town in the south, so the question is, who or what is this? Unfortunately, another officer wanders into the same room and discovers this man. At first hs thinks nothing of it, but after a few minutes he remembers the face, and having attended the funeral. Moving closer he draws his gun, but when he turns a corner the man is gone. Shaking his head he begins to replace his gun, but then a blade appears through his chest, and he fires three shots, which ring loudly through Central.
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"...if Kain has been able to perform a human transmutation and continue to perform satisfactorily, then I suppose he is adequate for such a mission," Tali spoke at length. "As for the other one...he passed all the tests, so by that trial, he is adequate as well, though I suppose one's true capabilities cannot be truly gauged in a state test..."
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It was only a few minutes later, and after a few bumps into strangers, the Colonel was walking through the double doors of the mess hall. There weren't that many people inside, which was a plus, and she felt two very familiar auras. One was excited, tense, and alert. It figured he would have passed. He was impressive and cocky, a strong mixture for many State Alchemists. The other was the young man who'd fixed her aching brain. A trait she'd like to learn for herself.
Keeping a smile on her lips, a genuine smile because although the alcohol had loosened her, she was genuinely happy to see the young man who would teach her something new. It was not beneath Darna to learn from someone of a lesser rank than herself. She would take information from anyone, provided it was truthful and ethical. Lifting her cane, she tapped it on the table top, shoving a hand in one pocket.
"I see you've passed? Quite a feat for a typical alchemist." Her smile was big, but she couldn't help it. Darna loved talking, but she loved listening more. And this boy had a lot to tell.
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"Oh, Miss Darna, you startled me," Issac says with a laugh, shaking his head. He makes a gesure for her to have a seat, then realizes it can't be seen, so he quickly adds, "Please, have a seat. I'm glad to see you seem to be feeling better. As for my becoming a State Alchemist, well, I suppose I have, but I've yet to recieve my state watch, so I guess it isn't exactly official..." Turning towards the door he trails off, thinking he head something, a gunshot maybe? But then it's gone, and he can't be sure f he heard it in the first place. Turning back to Darna he smiles again. This is the first time he's met a person like him, and through a little research on his own before coming here he has learned a few things.
For one, it seems that each person who preforms a human transmutation and survives gains two traits. The first is something they all share, and that is the ability to preform alchemy without having to draw a circle. The second is more complicated. It seems that each person also gains a secondary trait, something unique. For instance once Alphonse Elric gained his body again he had the ability to place a small part of his soul into something and cause it to move as if alive, nearly with a will of his own. Issac's own personal trait was his healing abilities, and he is by now quite sure that the woman before him had gained a sixth sense, allowing her to somehow 'see' people without the use of her lost sight. It seems the ability is connected to whatever was taken in the exchange.
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"I'm glad to have gotten your input on the matter. I'm about to deliver their watches, would you like to join me?" Mustang asks, reaching into his pocket and taking out the two silver watches. "I'll also be asking them to join in the investigation gro- Did you hear that?" Turning around quickly Mustang steps into the nearly empty hallway and looks down, towards the far end where one of the doorways are swinging closed. "I heard a gunshot!" There are a couple of other officers in the hallway and he nods to them, then towards the door, the signal to check it out, then he looks back to Tali. "Looks like the gifts will have to wait. If you like come along with me, this could be interesting..." He says this in a flat, slightly angry voice, before hurrying off, pulling on his alchemic gloves as he makes his way down the hall.
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"Well, kiddo. I would have loved to stay and chit-chat, but something has just caught my ear. I believe it's my duty, and my curious nature, to go and take a look at what that noise was." She knew exactly what a gunshot sounded like. As a Colonel she'd fired many in practice and a few times in necessity, unfortunately. With a nod in his direction, she made her way to the doors she come through, much faster than any blind person should really move. In fact, to a person watching her, they'd notice she wasn't even using her walking cane.
Making her way toward the noise, the sense of anxiety in the air, and the loud voices in the area of the incident, Darna could only imagine what had happened. Mustang had recently been up to something, she knew. The young woman could sense he was constantly thinking of the same thing. She had yet to be in on that something, but she was hoping he'd look passed her "handicap" and let her in on the little secret. She had helped with the exams, not something she always enjoyed. Did this hiccup have something to do with that? Would he know who was involved and what was going on? Because she sure as hell wouldn't know.
Too bad she had to leave the young man at the table. Talking to him and learning his ways would have been very nice. But this was a much more important task, obviously. As she ran down the hall, she bumped into a lot of people, cussed them out as she ran, demoted some (which she didn't actually have the power to do, but it felt damned good) and then muttered something about a stiff drink. She was getting closer though, because no one was running passed her anymore. Instead they were running in the same direction. She was getting close.
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Soon they reach a doorway and it's shoved open. As soon as he enters the storage room Issac can smell blood, strongly, and looking around he sees two main group of people, not counting several just standing around. One group, lead by Mustang most likely, is chasing after what appears to be a tall, thin man in a black coat...with wings. The other is huddled around an officer with a nasty wound, covered in blood and lying in a pool of it. Despite the best efforts of a medic the man is slowly bleeding to death.
"Damn it! Get out of the way!" Issac yells shoving them all back as he kneels beside the man. Quickly he looks him over, then suddenly claps his hands together and places them on his chest. Normally alchemy causes blue or yellow electricity to spark and arc about, but this is colored green, and when he pulls his hands away, gasping in pain, the man's wounds begin to mend, and the bleeding stops. "Now...take him straight to intensive care...the wounds may open up again..." He says, doubled over now, blood dripping down the inside of his coat sleeves and mingling with that on the floor.
To mend such a wound with alchamy alone would have taken too long, so rather than creating the nessicary amount of minerals and elements to create flesh and muscle and nerve tissue, Issac sacrificed some of his own flesh, from his chest and shoulders, as well as some of the blood. When the body is moved there is also a small crater where it had been, the floor was transmuted to make up for some of what was needed. The man will live, and Issac will be fine, but both will be in pain for a while.
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As they reached the opened door, Darna felt something hit her in the side of the head and a bright light pained her eyes. Darna couldn't think of anything else except the pain that light gave her and she covered her eyes with her arms and backed up against the wall. A migraine formed almost instantly and she was breathing harshly from the pounding behind her eyes and in her forehead.
"What in the hell was that?" She could barely move, but forced herself away from the wall. Her walking cane was no longer in her hands, but she would worry about that later. Right now, she had to wonder why she could suddenly see that one light and why she'd been hit so harshly with this migraine. Whatever had been here had some serious alchemic issues. The young man's voice made its way to her ears and she shoved through people as well, just in time to see the soft green glow of alchemy float into her "sight". It was wispy and gentle, and made her feel a little the same way she had earlier that day when he'd touched her hand. This was his gift.
The smell of blood was intense, but grew when the young one was finished.
"Hey!" Darna pointed in what she thought was his direction. "Somebody help me get him up!" Walking over to him, she felt around for his arm and began lifting him up with the aide of someone else.
"What happened? Why are you bleeding?" She hissed under her breath as she and the stranger carried him from the room. "To the Infirmary, whoever you are." She ordered to the other.
"Private First Class Young, Ma'am!" He answered. Wincing in pain from her sudden migraine, Darna just growled and walked with the young man.
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I passed the tests for you father, I am to become a state alchemist. Hopefully you can now rest in piece... Kross thought as he grabbed a bottle of apple juice and started drinking from it. Looking around he noticed that he was one of only a few left in the cafeteria that had not left to go in search of whatever had happened involving that gunshot. Finishing his apple juice he stands up and walks out a different door in the cafeteria to an outside courtyard. "Now where did everybody run off to?" He said to himself rubbing his head with one hand.
Then he saw it out of the corner of his eye, a flash in one of the windows. He turned and looked and saw a group led by Mustang chasing after whatever he had seen come before them. Guess it is my problem now... Kross thought as he took off at the full speed his auto mail allowed, faster than any normal man should have ever been able to run. He ran quickly across the courtyard and jumped as high as he could landing on the roof of Central and running along it, following the way he would take from above if he ever had to flee central. He soon reached a door and he jumped down and flung the door open, staring straight into the one being chased face. He instinctively reached down and created a large, curved dagger from the metal in his auto mail and held it up to the mans throat in a flash.
"Don't move or I kill you where you stand..." Kross said menacingly.
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When they get to the infermary the physician will find that all but the last of the several layers of the skin on his chest, shoulders, and upper arms, in patches. The bleeding will stop when these are covered, and while it is very painful it won't prove to be fatal. When he wakes up, maybe up to a few hours later, he'll be able to repair himself by transmuting medecines and such from the hospital wing, and he'll be sore, but good as knew. The other man will be fine as well.
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"Nice work Kross." Mustang says, stepping up near the winged man, hands at the ready to cast flames towards him. The men gather around, guns drawn and aimed for the kill zones of his body. "Now, I don't know who...or what you are, but I know you shouldn't be here, and that you stabbed, and probably killed one of my men. I won't let that stand."
"Ah, so, this is the famous Fuhrer..." the man says, his voice rough, as if deep with acent, though rather clear as well. "I was not to draw so much attention to myself...my masters will not be pleased." When he turns to face Mustang the dagger Kross holds to his throat slices his skin, but he just smiles, revealing two long canine fangs. "Mmm, blood. I'm part vampire bat, you know?" Clicking his fangs together a yellow light glows within his mouth, and the blood dripping from his neck is changed into electrical energy which flows into his body. But what's more, all the blood in the room, and there is alot more now, does the same, except it dissapates into the air, charging it, and a moment later it begins to rain inside the building.
"Men, get those documents out of here, now! We can't afford to lose anything!" Mustang calls out, and a few men nod and get to work, rushing to boxes and carrying them out as quickly as possible. "I don't know how you're master's may be, but I don't like them. Lieutenant Hawkeye, take him down." A blonde woman steps out from behind him with a smirk and raises her pistol, but as he shots, aimed perectly, miss their mark and nearly hit Kross.
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There had been an enormous ruckus after the perp got away. Sprinklers opened up, everything was soaked. Darna wasn't sure whether the guy got away or not. She'd be damned if he lived through the next meeting with her. But then again, just looking at him had made her completely useless. The last time that had happened, Darna had been looking at a Chimera. There was so much alchemy in that one body her senses couldn't take it. It was like staring into the core of the earth.
Way to go, almighty Darna Shaelladh! She cursed herself.
And one of the new State Alchemists... now he was a piece of work. Healing that other guy and using his own body for it. Darna leaned forward and let her forehead rest in the palms of her hand. That's what she'd heard as they'd walked away. The smell of blood was all over him and that only meant one thing to her. He'd been hurt. But the Colonel would have never guessed it had been self-inflicted. It burned her up inside that he could have seriously injured himself without telling her what he knew first. Or at least that's what she was telling herself right now.
Stupid kid! Shaking her head in her hands, she heard the click-click exit from his room and she lifted her head slowly, so as not to upset the blood even more.
"Hey nurse," she called out weakly, squinting against the pain in her head. "How's he doing?" She couldn't help it that she cared, this was how she was with everyone. If it had been someone else she would have done the same thing. But man, did she wanna slap him upside his head! He hadn't even been given his watch yet! Maybe she was overreacting, which Darna could do a lot sometimes, but her head hurt, she was stressed out, and she really, really wanted to know what in the hell was going on! This whole being left out of the loop was not great.
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Issac is lying in bed, looking like a mummy, with an IV in his right arm. He had a bag of blood hanging up as well as fluids and an anibiotic. "I guess they don't take any chances with their alchemists here...what's that?" Looking around he notices something silver on his bedside table. Reaching over and picking it up he finds that it's a silver pocket watch, that of a State Alchemist. "I wonder who this belongs to...I never got mine..." He says, a bit weakly, not sue how long it's been since healing the man.
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She'd entered just after the nurse had told her how he was doing. Isaac. The wonder kid. The one who could do what she did, except his was more helpful than her own. Sure, Darna could fix a broken vase passed down from ancestors, or bring back a child's first broken bike... but the one time she had tried to...
A twinge in her forehead made her stop thinking about memories better left to memories. Her head was still aching and she felt her way around the room to a seat. Massaging her temples she sighed.
"That stupid bastard left me with a blinding headache," she jested. After a few more moments of fighting the past, Darna sat up a little straighter and looked straight ahead.
"I'm not sure what in the hell you thought you were doing back there," she spoke in a low tone, "but I suggest you never do that again. You just passed your exams, Mustang sees something in you. And you have a special talent. Almost killing yourself with it is just stupid." Closing her eyes she leaned back, making herself comfortable.
"And besides, I'm gonna learn some of that stuff from you. You die, I'm out a tutor." Yawning, she laid her arm over her eyes and winced once more. Hopefully Mustang would make his way in here so she could ask a few questions. Not to say she'd get any answers, but she'd ask anyway.
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(Sorry only thing I could up with and sorry if abrupt if everyone's character is resting.)
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"I'm sorry to say that I can't teach you though. I only understand what I can do on a subconcious level, it's just sort of...second nature." He says, then goes quiet as a nurse walks in with a tray, on which are all the supplies he asked for. "Thank you." He says, then waits for her to go before he begins to spill out the bottles contents onto the tray and measure them out. Once he has it all in order he places his hands together, then on the tray, and the green light arcs to and from him as he transmutes the materials into skin and heals himself, though some scars are left behind. "Even if I could, I don't know if I'd teach what I know to anyone. There are too many bad people out there, who would use this kind of knowledge for evil. Just think about it, a person who knows how to strip the skin off a man without a knife..."
"So, that's your gift, Kain." Mustang says, stepping out from behind a curtained off area with a smirk, crossing his arms. "You passed throught the gate, lost your healing hands, and learned healing alchemy instead. Not such a bad deal I suppose, but you'd never be able to become a real doctor, right?"
"That's right. After gaining my automail I attempted to hide my hands and take try at being a doctor, but these things are just too clumsy..." Issac says sadly. "What happened back there? What was that...thing?"
"That was a chimera...and unfortunately, he got away." Mustang says gravely. "Hawkeye fired on him, nearly hit Kross, and he smashed his way out the window. I had to help keep the documents in that room from being ruined, so I couldn't persue him, but I have sent a few men out. Also...neither of you would know why a girl would be wander around dressed as an officer, would you?" He almost smiles a little as he says this, then frowns as he watches Issac stand and make his way over to Darna, the pole for the IV in one hand. When he reaches her he touches her head, then winces. Mustang guesses that he just cured her headache by somehow taking it on himself.
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Dax grabbed his arm. " Shit, That hurt you bastard." Dax said while blood started to fill his hand.He had a pretty deep cut.He was in the middle of a fight with a Rouge Alchemist. There was a slight rumble underground, a hand popped out from beneath him, and grabbed his foot. Dax Swung his axe at the hand but missed because it moved just in time. He then refocused his eyes to the front of him. The Rouge Shot up from the ground and Uppercutted him, he then fell to the ground. Dax jumped up, When his vision cleared he could see the Rouge infront of him holding a sword. " Play times over." Dax said. He threw one of his axes at the man, as the rouge ducked to dodge the axe, Dax appeared infront of the him. When the Rouge looked up, Dax swung the axe and it hit the rouge between the eyes. " Job well done." Dax said with a smirk. He began to walk to pick up his other axe, but then his vision began to blur and he passed out from significant blood loss.
When Dax woke up he was in a nursing bed. He tried to get up from the bed but a nurse insisted he stay in bed. " What the hell happened back there." He thought while rubbing his head. He looked at his arm and there was a bandage covering the wound the rouge inflicted on him. He noticed some people talking not to far away from him in another nursing area. He couldnt make them out his head still hurt from the fight he had. " Well i killed him, and that was the mission." He whispered to himslef. His eyes then opened dramatically. " Nurse! Nurse! Do you have my equipment?" He asked Frantically
" Yes, We do sir." The lady said with a smile upon her face
" Awesome." Dax said with a sigh of releife.
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Maybe that was Darna unfortunate need to follow him around. Other than the Elric brothers, whom she would never be able to meet, no one else could do what she did. Now this Isaac Kain was here and she had someone to relate to.
Bah! She sighed in her head. Mustang had been standing behind the curtain for sometime. She'd really just wanted him to come out already because him hiding like that made her nervous. He was such an oddball, that Fuhrer. Darna chose not to speak until spoken to. Mostly because the headache hurt so bad, another part because she was still trying to burn the soft green light of Isaac's alchemy into her brain. Perhaps if she could look through books for those symbols she could learn? But that damned headache.
So it had been a Chimera. It figured. Those things were intriguing to Darna, but she could never really look at one. So much taboo, so much alchemy flowing through them, it was like staring into a 100 watt light bulb for hours.
Isaac stood up and moved closer to her and she should have known what he was doing, but the Colonel didn't seem to react fast enough before he'd already done the deed. She did, however, make it to his wrist and grab it with more strength than she appeared to own. Standing up she twisted it back.
"It was polite the first time." She whispered, not able to look him in the eye the way she wanted to. "And this time I'll let it pass, but stop doing that." It was frustrating to her. Finally she had a way to get rid of the migraines that plagued her, but she felt like she deserved them. Darna had to have them to keep on the ground, otherwise she would fly away into the clouds of alchemy and do something even dumber than trying to bring back a dead baby. Letting go of his wrist, Darna sat back down.
"Excuse my actions, Fuhrer Mustang. I'm just a little touchy after what's happened." She kept her face turned from Isaac, her brow in a scowl. She liked the kid, he was sincere which was hard to find around here. But there was a line one didn't cross with the blind Colonel... and he was getting dangerously close.
"Did anyone happen to find my cane? I lost it in the scuffle, after the bastard blinded me..."
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"I believe it would be good for the two of you to work together, Darna." Mustang says, rubbing his chin. "I know how curious you can be, and about your abilities. If you are so eager to learn about this boy's abilities when it comes to healing, then rationally if you are around him when he preforms then you can memorize it, and maybe recreate it?" He then paused and watched as a nurse walked by with a cart. On it were some clothes, a State Alchemist uniform, and two axes. "Ah, that's right, the Ash Alchemist is here as well..."
Once the cart was past Issac walks back over to his bed and sits on the edge. After taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, so the headache will pass, he yanks out the IV lines and bends his elbow up. "Actually, I'm suprised my ability is so rare. All I do is reconstruct flesh and blood from other martials and graft it with alchemy. You would think that those who have looked into the Gate would all have the same knowledge...after all, there's only one way to open it, right?"
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Something about Isaac's statement made her blood boil. A fire raged inside her and she stood up, clenching her fists at her sides, face turned down for there was nothing but blackness for her to look at. She'd given up a great sense to try and save a baby that had no blood-ties to her. She had no rhyme or reason to try and save that baby... but the mother. Her helpless sounds and tears. The sobs and the gut-wrenching prayers.
"There is only one way. But not all of us get the great pleasure of being blessed with a power such as yours!" She hissed the words out through her teeth. She was useless in her trade. She could fix things. He could heal people. He could have saved that child, right? And he spoke of the taboo like it was an every day occurrence. The Gate was terrifying. Darna never wished that sight on anyone, and she wished she'd never seen it either.
"Not everyone wishes to remember what they saw in the Gate..." she huffed and shook her head, shoving her hands into her pockets. Another drink... No, another couple of drinks and a nice, fat cigar. Darna needed some time to grasp this situation. But of course, she wouldn't leave just yet.
"Why in God's name would you want us paired? Paired for what? I've never had a... partner, I guess you would call it. You know I don't need one." Except for her cane. She'd have to buy another probably. No one had yet to mention if they'd found it. "And besides, if I want to know how to perform his alkahestry, then I will watch him elsewhere. We don't have to be around each other all the time." She was being harsh only because he'd hurt a very deep chord within her. The Colonel was angry with him and herself. He'd brought up her past without even knowing it, and she couldn't stop herself from remembering it. Everything was hurting inside her right now, but it was a pain no one could heal.
Yes. A tall, very stiff, drink.
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