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Post by arythknives on Jun 6, 2009 13:41:50 GMT -6
Alex pulled the car up to a seargent and told him to park it as he got and went to the back door opening it for Slicer and his brother. as they got out the seargent drove off to park the car. Alex stood and reverently saluted the flag before entering the doors to the base. The guards flinched heavily at the visage of the ex-criminals, but a harsh glance from the Major put them in there place.
standing in the central hall of the military under the flag was the Amestris state seal, the place were officers were sworn into duty. approaching that spot alex remembered his swearing in day and a solitary tear rolled down his cheek. he had never regretted the decision, and to this day he still hadn't. Alex's love for his job grew every day, a fate he hoped would come to pass for slicer and his brother.
coming to the flag alex was careful not to step on the state seal. straightening his shoulders Alex's voice boomed in the chamber, " these two men have been pardoned of there crimes, to hold them acountable for any past crime would be wrong. Also these men have decided to become men under my watch. i take responsibility for there actions and deputize them, by the power vested in me by Fuhrer Bradley himself. this is a harsh world for any who disobey orders, dont forget that." alex voice rang hard with that last statement.
alex faced the flag, "Lieutenants, face the flag!. PRESENT... Arms." alex brought up a crisp salute to the Amestris flag, "Recover. congratulations men you are now officers of the Amstris military, make your nation proud."
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Post by amouri on Jun 6, 2009 15:51:25 GMT -6
((Read the pm I sent you))
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Post by arythknives on Jun 8, 2009 1:15:09 GMT -6
(ok I did now please post, im going stir crazy waiting. or was there something else i needed to change?)
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Post by amouri on Jun 8, 2009 9:14:20 GMT -6
Slicer and 48 are the same, just as Barry and 66 are the same. 48 is just his prison number, whereas Slicer is his actual name. So you can edit that out and just say either Slicer or 48. I'll post anyway. Also. Barry isn't there, he's hundreds of miles away in Lior at the moment. So just cut him out in your posts, and you'll be fine.
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Post by amouri on Jun 8, 2009 9:32:25 GMT -6
Slicer cautiously got out of the car, as the major opened it for him. He couldn't help but stiffening slightly, it had been years since he was last out in the open air. Being treated with such respect was also new to him, and slightly frightening. All his life he and his brother had committed every possible crime, every accountable sin, and had narrowly avoided paying for it. Even though they had done it out of need, they hadn't been entirely the victims. They had done wrong too, hardened by the miserable life in the streets. And then they had been caught, and had so to say paid for what they had done. Though no crime was worth the torture they had been through, when they had been sealed to this inhuman shell of a body.
He ducked his head slightly as he passed the guards, noticing their startled looks. He felt exposed...out in the light he had nowhere to hide, what if it was all a fraud? Had he placed himself and his brother in danger for nothing?! His basic instincts blinded his senses slightly, warning him with silent alarms that screeched through his mind. Run away! they said. get to safety! Hide! But he knew that he was finished with hiding. His younger brother shifted, and they both moved at the same time, silently encouraging each other to move on, to place one foot after the other without wavering.
As they entered the chamber, he ducked slightly. I can't do this... All the years of isolation, all the years in hiding. How could he face those men? But then he heard an encouraging voice. "Thank you." He looked down in surprise, and suddenly he realized how much this meant to his brother. This was a new start. Hopefully for the better.
As the major boomed out, he fiddled absentmindedly with the badge on the back of his hand. He hoped the work he would be doing would not be of the tedious kind, he was not the kind to do paperwork. Assassination was his job, though he doubted he would do much of it under the control of the military. He did hope that they didn't find out though...He would be done for if the ones who had employed him realized he was gone.
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Post by arythknives on Jun 8, 2009 12:30:37 GMT -6
Alex had retrieved a specially cut military jacket, it was more like a poncho really. the insignia and three medals already pinned to the front. "these three medals are for bravery, honor and discipline. You are brave for leaving your home in search of a better life, you acted honorably in accepting the fact that you committed crimes and 'volunteered' for human transmutation project five." alex knew that it had been no sort of thing. the military had been shipping in death row prisoners for decades before slicer came onto the scene. but he said this for the credit of the public. "those crimes have been paid for with the loss of your body. you may regain your body through hard work and dedication, let no man look down upon you. the discipline medal is for submitting a higher authority even though it might possibly be in vain.
alex handed the poncho uniform to the newly recruited officer. "Come with me please. I need to brief you on your new post." alex walked down a series of winding and twisting hallways until he reached his office. it wasn't large or spacious, but it was enough. he was hardly in here to do anything anyway.
"Alright, the military insists on giving code names to any persons in any way related to alchemy. the effects of this are two fold. One: it inspires fear. any object with a second name usually inspires fear in the ignorant. Two: it acts as a barrier to your personal lives. it provides secrecy to your real name and makes it harder for people to find you if they shouldn't be finding you in the first place."
"so bounce some names off of me, entertain me..."
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Post by amouri on Jun 8, 2009 12:47:41 GMT -6
((You seem to be misunderstanding something. There is only one person, number 48. Barry isn't there. 48's younger brother shares his armour, and is bound in the body, whereas 48 is bound in the helmet. I'm waiting for you to edit before reply.))
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Post by arythknives on Jun 8, 2009 13:20:02 GMT -6
aha okay gatcha
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Post by amouri on Jun 8, 2009 13:39:18 GMT -6
48 weakly accepted the poncho, still not quite sure of how to react. The brightness of it all was starting to get to him, and the fact that he was far too exposed. He heaved it with some difficulty over his head, absentmindedly registering the major's explanation of the medals that he was sure he didn't deserve on the front. As he settled it into place, adjusting it slightly, he made sure that he could still easily reach his sword if the need should come.
He followed the Major, staying silently behind him as a shadow. He felt uncomfortable, out of place. But he also knew that he must overcome his fear of detection to be able to make this new...arrangement work out.
As they reached the small office, he listened to what the major had to say, and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Well...I've been known as Slicer for quite some time..." He said hesitantly. "But my former...employers are aware of that, and it might cause trouble for me if I continue using it. Actually, I was hoping of you could assure me that none of my...missions? Will be too...conspicious. You said I was under the protection of the military, but I know from experience that the enemy is everywhere." He paused, suddenly realizing something.
"I think you should know...My younger brother...He's-" "I'm here." His brother muttered, and his arm was suddenly lifted as his younger brother took control of their shared body, lifting his helmet, and so to say his older brother, off his shoulder so both bloodseals were visible. "We were joined in the same armour. It is an element of surprise that has gotten us in handy many times, and we were-" "Wondering if you could keep it hidden? We want to stay out of as much risk as possible."
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Post by arythknives on Jun 8, 2009 13:51:48 GMT -6
"well actually, i was going to tell you to keep that as much of a secret as possible. Yes i will be keeping you out of the public eye. Your missions will be of a discrete nature... if you get my drift. may I see your sword?" alex thought for a moment, "How about Shadow-Blade?"
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Post by amouri on Jun 8, 2009 14:03:22 GMT -6
He loosened up in relief, causing the leather in his armour to creak slightly. Tensing up was a natural reaction, but due to his numbness he was not always aware that he was doing it. "Thankyou. We appreciate that." He handed the sword over without hesitation. He had a feeling that showing more signs of suspicion hardly would put him in a better position.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Shadow-blade? Hm...I'm afraid it doesn't quite sound right...but of course, choosing a name is not my decision. It is you that is the high ranking officer in this case, it is you to decide."
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Post by arythknives on Jun 9, 2009 0:46:23 GMT -6
As he held the fine chopping blade in his hands he immediately understood that slicer was a great swordsman, as it was razor sharp, and showed only minimum signs of wear. taking a pen from his desk he drew a tiny transmutation circle on his finger. he slid his finger down the length of the blade to get a feel for it, then he set the sword on the desk. he pulled out a small pouch of carbon, and sprinkled it on the blade. Activating the circle he ran it down the length of the blade again, leaving a trail of green electricity. where his finger passed over the carbon, it melted and formed around the edge, compacting into a razor sharp diamond edge.
he duplicted the edge on the other side and then raised the blade, bringing the blade in a smooth arc. the blade easily sliced straight through the door, carving it in half. the weight of the blade wasn't much in his hands but he knew that if he hadnt put so much effort into his muscular arms throughout his life then he would have had a much harder time holding it with one arm.
Handing the blade back very carefully he thought about the name he would be giving slicer. "How about 'Diamond-Blade'? would that suit you?"
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Post by amouri on Jun 9, 2009 8:49:26 GMT -6
Slicer watched with some nervousness as the major inspected his sword. Even though it was merely a tool, he could easily get a new one, he was quite attached to it. It had saved him and his brother's life many times.
He twitched slightly as the major used alchemy on the blade, still watching anxiously. I hope he knows what he's doing... As the major finished, Slicer sprung aside in shock as he swung it, slicing the door nearly off its hinges.
He accepted the changed weapon shakily, running his leather fingers down the edge, and was quite shocked to see how they cut through the sturdy leather easily. He hastily hid his hand behind his back, had he known it had become THAT sharp he wouldn't have done it. Even though it had always had the ability to even cut through steel, it had never been as sharp as this.
He looked up at the major's question. "As I said before, it is not my decision. We were given the name 48 and 49 without having a choice, we are used to having names that may not suit us, and we have learned that they will so in time." Even though Diamond-blade...it sounded too-fancy. Of course he could bear it if he had to, but he would always think of himself as Slicer. After all, that was who he had been for two tears.
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Post by arythknives on Jun 9, 2009 22:09:40 GMT -6
"I have settled on Phantom, for your title." alex thought that it was quite accurate for a name and secretly hoped it wouldn't become obvious who Phantom was once people heard it. Standing up he grabbed a piece of paper and read to himself for a moment, after a second he spoke, outraged, " This is ridiculous, three hundred dollars for uniform jackets this week alone. what, do they think i am made of money?" setting the paper aside he motioned Phantom/Slicer to follow him.
stepping around the sliced door and into the hallway again he stretched and felt his muscels tightening underneath his shirt and jacket, so on impulse he flexed, yet again shredding his jacket and sending a fireworks display off sparkles everywhere. "Damn it! stepping back into his office he grabbed a replacement jacket. "this is getting ridiculous."Follow me, we have got to report to Mustang to let him know of our mission status."
walks down hallway and leaves topic.
a young seargent assigned to maintenance duty walks down the hall stopping when he sees the pile of sparkles on the ground. he sighs saying "Where the FU#&$^ @ HELL does this stuff COME FROM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by amouri on Jun 10, 2009 10:18:30 GMT -6
He cocked his head slightly in thought. He had always done that, and his brother had always teased him and said he looked like some bizarre bird, brooding on the mysteries of life. Phantom... He liked it. Simple, yet no too simple. Not too extravagant, and with that hint of secrecy he needed to stay incognito. And it also sounded intimidating, yes, Phantom would do. "I can easily bear that. What do you say younger brother?" "Sure. Seems fine to me."
He stood in silence as the Major read his paper, and wondered slightly at it. ...Why would he be ordering so many? He followed him out of the room, still slightly confused at how well everything was going. He had never been involved with other humans for so long without ending up in a fight, and it was rather strange to him. He had never been the social animal anyway.
He looked at the major curiously, wondering what he was doing a split second before his uniform was torn off by the force of his muscles. He stiffened in shock, instinctively throwing his arms protectively over his head as a shower of small glitters rained upon him, bouncing off his armour with dull 'clink's and scattering on the floor.
He slowly lowered his arms, eyes still wide in shock. That was by far the most terrifying experience he had ever had. Shakily he followed the major, down the hall and ouuuuut of the topic.
((END OF TOPIC))
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