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Post by Basil the Magician on Dec 14, 2009 15:35:54 GMT -6
He chuckled. It had been a while since he laughed this much off and on during the day. His ribs were actually beginning to hurt from it. It was pathetic that he was in such a shape that laughing hurt, especially as much as it did when he wasn't sick.
"No one would want to lovers with a magician," he said honestly. Everyone knew that Magicians played on the mind, but some how they always fell for his tricks, either with magic, or products. Nothing was against the law... but none of it was good.
Basil's eyes suddenly sparkled. More food? Maybe coming here was a very good idea. At least, if the man was willing to share. He watched as the man, Rob, perfectly executed alchemy. The last name of Mustang and an alchemist too.
"How many ask you if you are related to the Fuhrer? Too many right?" It was obvious that Basil didn't think he was. Many people could have the last name Mustang. It wasn't that uncommon of a name. And being an alchemist? Well, that was really easy. Afterward he declined the seat. If he sat this late, he won't be able to get up. |
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Post by Robert Luis Mustang on Dec 14, 2009 16:09:14 GMT -6
Robert chuckled "I have began to lose count of the exact number, but whenever i am asked i must tell the truth that is if your asking me directly magician. If so, your answer is yes i am related to the fuhrer but only by blood. Our fathers were different people... What i mean is i wasn't raised by the same man as him only born of him. The next question on peoples mind tends to be 'whats it like to be the fuhrers brother?' well let me tell you its a living hell he shows no respect to me yet what do you expect? We ain't exactly had the time to bond like brothers usually do. But none the less he is both my brother and my ranking officer so orders are orders." And it was thanks to orders he was stuck in this watery wasteland having to use basic alchemy to even keep oneself dry. Robert swiftly reached into his bag and pulled out a can and rummaged around looking for a way to open it preferably his can opener but no. Nothing. Robert removed his right glove showing his hand. Auto mail. It was nothing to him really he didn't mind people knowing about him and his auto mail was nothing but a tool like a spanner or a hammer, it helped him get his work done.
He took the can in his left hand and pushed the top of the can with his auto mail thumb showing the contents.
"Cold beans again... Is this your idea of a joke Roy?" He could almost hear his brother laughing at his feeble attempts to work out what was in each of the unmarked containers.
"Would anyone like these I'll find something else in here." He placed the can on the floor and began rifling through his bag for a more interesting meal.
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Post by Basil the Magician on Dec 14, 2009 16:40:48 GMT -6
That wasn't the reply he expected. Well, half of it was. He expected the first answer of 'to many to count' but the rest? No. He was actually talking to the brother of the Fuhrer? That can't be true. The story was even a bit of a stretch. Maybe he was talking to another con man, a not so good one. Currently, that was going to be his thoughts unless otherwise convinced. Not that he was going to show that he didn't believe him.
He continued standing as he watched him. So far, he was the only one that was completely whole. Whole, maybe that wasn't the word he wanted to use. He wouldn't be surprised if his bones had holes in them as his body ate itself away to sustain the parts that were needed to survive. In piece was closer. No one here seemed to be on the good side of life. Fitting place for them all.
The beans had then absorbed all of his attention. Even canned beans looked like the most delicious meal on the face of the world. "Are you sure...?" he asked as he felt his mouth salivate. Apples and beans. Today was a good day for his stomach.
The frail man didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was hungry. If his body wasn't enough of a hint then they deserved to be annoyed with begging. "I'll heat anything you need in return..." He added though he didn't need to. |
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Post by Robert Luis Mustang on Dec 14, 2009 17:05:40 GMT -6
Heat? Well that sounded brilliant he hadn't had hot food since he left central but he had to wonder... Matches and this ability to heat things up, it was a jump but...
"You're an alchemist right? And if you cant tell i am too, a state alchemist i might add," Robert pulled out another can and shook it 'beans' he thought as he threw it to the ground ",my official title is Major Robert Luis Mustang The Plutonium Alchemist. It certainly is nice to see another alchemist around its been a little while since i met another confident enough with alchemy to be able to fight with it but your quickness to take up stance earlier was impressive." Robert always admired his brothers methods and this man seemed to be cut of the same cloth. Out came another can and again it was shook but this sound was a lot higher pitched and gave of the impression of being liquid, Robert jumped to his feet.
"SOUP! I found soup! Finally! i hope its chicken soup, i love chicken soup its just so delicious!" As he was jumping things started to drop from his pockets. A coin here a button there, but as if on cue as the alchemist jumped his last jump out came his pocket watch flying gracefully through the air and hitting the ground with a crack.
"Oh bugger."
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Post by Anela Hyde on Dec 14, 2009 17:21:26 GMT -6
Anela didn't talk for this whole conversation and merely watched the two men. He seemed nice enough. Slowly she started to relax about his presence though the darkness that was falling was still making her nervous.
What really peeked her interest was his use of his automail. It wasn't that she had never seen another person with automail. It always made her look though. Most people of course that had some automail did not have everyone of their limbs replaced but she felt less freakish when she did see it.
Then she had to laugh when he started jumping around it was very funny and seemed out of character for a state alchemist to be jumping for joy over some soup.
When the watch fell out of his pocket she stared at it. It looked familiar. She never would have expected to be able to identify with anything that would remind her of either of her parents. She was so young when they died.
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Post by Russell Tringham on Dec 14, 2009 18:16:30 GMT -6
A State Alchemist was complementing him?
"My alchemy is far inferior to yours," he said perhaps humbling himself. If what this man said was true, Basil stood no chance against a State Alchemist, if it came down to a duel or a battle. "I can only entertain... and make hard candy."
But don't play with fire, you'll get burned...
Then he smiled. He thought he was happy over a few apples. But this guy was jumping up and down for getting soup. It was rather fun to watch... but then a little insulting. He didn't let it get the better of him though.
It was the catch of the State Watch that finally made him start believing that his story might be a little true. That or he had killed a State Alchemist before. Carefully the lengthy man came forward and took the watch. Bending over caused his bones to grind together and pop, but he was to use to it to pain him. He nimbly handled the watch as he examined it. A silver pocket watch with the state symbol. This was the real thing, at least, to his knowledge.
"You dropped a few things," he said with a smile.
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Post by Robert Luis Mustang on Dec 14, 2009 18:37:22 GMT -6
"Thank you and feel free to examine it further" Robert began to gather up his things one by one 'stupid, stupid, stupid!' the items were scattered near and far quite surprisingly some even left his his dry safe haven (although these could wait for now)
"Do not sell your abilities short! Even a magician like yourself must study for years to acquire the skills to strive in his Field, and i feel you have put in quite a few more hours than I. Yes perhaps your alchemical abilities may be limited but the experience you have gained traveling like you have will serve you alot better than the memorized textbooks locked within my brain." In all honesty Robert was jealous of the man to travel without being tied to the state would be wonderful! But too see his dreams come true is more important.
"So little girl whats your story, are you a magician too? or are you just a passing stranger like me who happened across our good Friend Basil?"
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Post by Anela Hyde on Dec 14, 2009 18:59:08 GMT -6
She laughed a little at being called little girl. "I'm not that little." Though she said it in a cheerful tone, not the indignant one that most teenagers gave. She was still staring at the watch.
"But yes we just met here." She reached out and forgetting to ask gently took the watch from Basil so that she could get a better look at it.
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Post by Basil the Magician on Dec 14, 2009 19:26:16 GMT -6
Selling himself short? That might be the one thing he is best at. Beggars can't be choosers. If he could choose he would be preforming higher class for the big bucks. Then he wouldn't be starving on the streets like he was now. But he could never turn down street performances. Those were much more fun and unpredictable.
It seemed that this State Alchemist really liked calling him Magician. That would be his name once or if he ever achieved higher class performance. The alchemist really did think of himself better than them. A dog of the military... But he wasn't going to complain. He was far to weak to take on an insulted soldier from a slip of a tongue. He learned at least something from his brother before he died. If he couldn't work while hurt, don't fight. And, he did call himself a magician, so he can't complain about the title.
Basil watched as the watch left his hand. This meant he had to look back up at the State Alchemist. He never thought he would have a resentment to another person. But for some reason, he wasn't particularly liking this Robert fellow.
"What about you, State Alchemist." Basil repaid his kindness by calling him his title as well. "Why are you here?"
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Post by Robert Luis Mustang on Dec 15, 2009 13:31:46 GMT -6
The tone of basils voice was more than enough to tell Robert to reduce the formalities. In hindsight maybe the use of his title was a little arrogant of him but Robert kept his cool.
"Well Basil I'm here to meet someone, i don't know who and i know not the reason for this meeting only that the fuhrer said it was important, yet again the new mini-skirt policy is important to that idiot," Robert stood up straight and extended his hand containing the soup toward Basil ",is it too much to ask if you still warm my soup, for i fear i may have annoyed you."
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Post by Basil the Magician on Dec 15, 2009 20:13:35 GMT -6
Basil didn't have a predisposition with the State Military. But this man might give him one. He really thought he was better than them. That complement was just something to say to be nice even though he knew he was better. And that apology was the driest one he has ever heard. He heard better from cheating men then what he was telling him.
Even how he treated the Fuhrer was unacceptable. It was no way to be acting to a ranking officer, especially the Fuhrer... And the Fuhrer that was bring Amestris back into prosperity.
None the less he activated the match and struck it against the horn of his hat. Though the match head was black, the flame wasn't on it, but floating above it. Against his better judgment he sat on the ground and became a little stove.
"As long as I get your beans," he said easily despite the creak in his bones and his present attitude.
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Post by Anela Hyde on Dec 20, 2009 16:57:33 GMT -6
Anela's brain was not on the two with her at all. Her whole attention had been turned to the slightly familiar pocket watch. It was infuriating in a way. It was so familiar and yet so not. Why had she been so young when her parents had died?
She wasn't even sure how it had happened. Her older siblings had always been so evasive when she had asked. But she had to have known at some point right?
She ran gentle hands over the watch as if the feel of the design on the metal had the ability to spark her memories, which sadly it didn't. She had just been to young. The only thing she ever got when trying to remember her parents faces was a vague blurred image.
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Post by Anela Hyde on Jun 16, 2010 0:39:55 GMT -6
By the next day Robert was gone and it was just Basil and Anela again. She had a feeling that the magition was glad that the other man was gone.
Anela wished she could have stared at his watch some more. It really did facinate her. After all it was something from her past. She always wanted to know more about her parents but her siblings never wanted to tell her.
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