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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 4, 2009 23:07:43 GMT -6
[Not at all]
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Post by amouri on May 6, 2009 11:54:25 GMT -6
((I may not be able to post at the moment, just so you know. I've had some problems with mah family >,< doesent seem as though the situation needs it at the moment though O.o just go ahead and post without me. YAY Riza's joining  )) |
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Post by aspiredeathe on May 6, 2009 14:40:36 GMT -6
(Should I post or give the other two a chance? xD)
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 6, 2009 17:48:07 GMT -6
I've already posted]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 6, 2009 17:53:14 GMT -6
((I may not be able to post at the moment, just so you know. I've had some problems with mah family >,< doesent seem as though the situation needs it at the moment though O.o just go ahead and post without me. YAY Riza's joining )) [Good luck getting the family stuff sorted out. *hugs* if you want them] |
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 6, 2009 22:14:33 GMT -6
((Thanks for letting me join, and good luck with those family issues, Barry. ^^ ))
Hawkeye walked up the train platform.
She walked past the others and instantly went up to the most familiar face of Second Lieutenant Havoc.
"The Colonel told me about your assignment and has ordered me to lend you another pair of hands." she said in her usual, stern monotone.
It was obvious that she was reluctant to leave the Colonel's side... considering that she knew that he'd get nothing done while she wasn't around... but an order was an order, and she wasn't one to disobey.
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Post by amouri on May 7, 2009 5:54:07 GMT -6
((Thanks -.-" its been kinda hectic. Yay I'd luv a hug ^^
....
IS Greed gonna temp Wrath right now? Or should we ask the original Wrath?))
Barry glanced back at the lieutenants question.
He shrugged indifferently.
"Dunno. Just seems as though that kid is up to something."
He nodded in agreement to Kimblee's remark.
"Same here. I've never been able to stand crowds. Like ants, scuttling everywhere."
And boy would I like to stomp some of them out of existence.
He thought darkly.
Barry was thrown completely off guard as a woman suddenly seemed to recognize one of them, and came marching up, her posture radiating confidence and command.
He instinctively edged out of the way as she passed him, and stopped to address Havoc.
He could sense that this was not somebody to mess with.
As she spoke to the lieutenant, he gazed at her in surprise.
Who on earth is she?
He could tell from what she was saying that she was in the military, but it still confused him that such an attractive young woman would possibly be sent out into a raging battlefield.
He felt strangely uneasy, but some other unidentified feeling was occupying him at that moment.
...Odd.
He involuntarily shifted one step back wards.
He regretted his action immediately afterwards.
With a jerk he realized that he was loosing his balance, stumbling on the heavy roll of silk that he had placed on the ground moments before.
With a startled yelp he flailed desperately in an attempt to regain his balance, arms going like windmills.
But to no use.
"What the-wwwaaaaAAAARGH!!?"
With a heavy crash he landed flat on his back, wincing slightly as he heard the heavy knife inside him sliding about, thankful that it was nowhere near his bloodseal.
He suddenly noticed that his head seemed to be sliding loose, and quickly jammed it into position again.
He quickly scrambled to his feet again, grabbing the roll of silk in his hands, not really for any other reason than to give the impression that he knew what he was doing.
Which he obviously didn't.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 7, 2009 8:03:52 GMT -6
Zolf laughed at Barry's lost composure. Certainly Hawkeye was an appealing looking woman...for some guys, he supposed.
He stool to his feet and addressed her, "Excuse me...I'm Lieutenant Colonel Zolf. J. Kimblee. You can address me when reporting in, since I am the ranking officer in charge."
"First order of business: Get out of uniform. This is a civilian dress operation. Second order of business:" he lowers his voice to a mumble, "Since the powers that be decided we should be dressed like female silk traders...try not to make us look too ugly."
He reached a hand to help Barry to his feet. "Steady there, lad."
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 7, 2009 17:00:42 GMT -6
Hawkeye had drawn her gun once Barry had stumbled, and she clutched the shimmering silver pistol steadily.
She then spotted Kimblee... an all too familiar face to her Colonel. She had heard the name before, but decided not to mention anything about it.
SHe had brought a change of clothes with her, because of the details of the mission... but hearing her fellow Lieutenant's request, she was almost insulted... but her stoic expression didn't show a hint of it.
"What does that entail?" she asked as she replaced her gun back into its holster.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 8, 2009 3:31:27 GMT -6
Zolf sighed at her inquiry. "Nevermind, just get into the civvies before the train leaves." He seemed to be cursed with humorless travelers. he winced and covered his ears as a train pulled in, whistle blowing sharply. It was like...well....a train whistle blasting his ears! What could he compare it to, really? His eyes watered and his jaw ached with that feeling you get after biting into a sour lemon. Now he was really irritable.
He stood, gathering his items and addressed Hawkeye, "Just change on the train. We're in car 7, cabin 33." He walked on ahead to board, not waiting for the others. They could take care of themselves. He was irritable now and thought that 'lending an extra hand' was dubious, at best. 'Babysit Kimblee and report every time he uses the head, passes gas, observe whether he eats wheat bread or white, was more likely.'
But that's okay. Because while she thought she was watching him, he would be watching her watch him. If he hadn't been in such a sour mood from all the noise, he might have pondered the possibilities for manipulation, subterfuge and entertainment from the whole deal. No matter, there would be time for that later.
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Post by aspiredeathe on May 8, 2009 15:27:49 GMT -6
Jean momentarily doubted grabbing the other's wrist as he complained, yet instantly recognized the usual jesting tone and even cast a small smile, somehow getting used to the madman's way of interaction.
He was more than glad to hear that bloodshed was not on Kimblee's mind, yet found his view of a busy station quite odd. He, for one, quite enjoyed the liveliness the city offered, being able to spend an entire day at such a place, watching the people come and go.
He gave a nod, admitting that he believed the boy was not up to Samaritan deeds, yet didn't get much of a chance to say anything as a flash of blue appeared before him speaking of duty and orders with a strict tone. Familiar.
"Ah, lieutenant Haweye, ma'am?" He quickly stood saluting, yet remembered his mission as Kimblee cut through his greeting with orders. He quickly slide his hand through his hair, making his slip up look nothing more than a casual action.
Swirling on his feet at the loud sound, he moved to help steady the armoured 'man', while shooting their newest companion a sheepish grin.
"So the Boss sent you to help out? You been filled in on all the gory details?"He then winced as the train pulled in, blowing steam to gather attention, an awful sound comparable to one of his instructors from the academy who tended to draw his auto-mail hand across the chalk board.
With a small shrug, he hurried after his temporary superior, climbing into the train with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Another reason of why he could spend an entire day at the train station is that he would end up imagining himself either on some wild holiday or driving the great metal beast himself. A boy's dream, he knew.
He counted the numbers above the compartments, pushing open the door to cabin 33 and letting Kimblee go in ahead of him, as expected of lower ranks.
He did however hope that he wouldn't get used to it, sitting nearest to the window.
"You don't look so pleased to have another officer in your little group." He rose an eyebrow, curious as to why such a thing would bother him. He'd figured Kimblee to be the type that would love to have people serrve him.
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 9, 2009 10:01:25 GMT -6
Hawkeye gave Havoc a smile, appreciating his familiar presence.
"Yes... the Colonel requested that I observe this mission..." she said, "But if you excuse me, I have to change out this uniform..."
She then walked passed him, getting onto the train, carrying her things that were slung over her shoulder, as though they were a rifle.
She quickly changed into her usual civillian outfit of a purple suit with a skirt.
To tell the truth, she hated wearing it, because she felt exposed and uncharacteristically... well... feminie.
She gave a sigh and met the others in the assigned train car.
The Liuetenant stared out the window, finding a pair of seats by herself.
There were several things that were on her rapid mind... one of them being the paperwork that the Colonel wasn't going to finish while she was gone.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 9, 2009 16:36:46 GMT -6
[Btw, Riza, it's a private car on the train. Just in case you didn't know. Kimblee and Havoc are embarrased to be seen dressed as female silk traders. which they have, thus far, procrastinated XD ]
Kimblee boarded the train and went into the private cabin. He stowed his small luggage above the seats and plopped down. Riza and Havoc both took the window seats while he was storing his packages.
I don't mind at all, Havoc. The more the merrier." Scarier, was more like it, he thought to himself. "You'll just have to excuse my dislike of noisy places. Makes me irritable. If you heard with my ears, you'd know exactly what I mean."
He knew that must strike them as odd, considering he'd made plenty of noise during the Ishbal Rebellion. Nonetheless, war does things to a man, and he had nightmares like most soldiers who'd been in combat. Sudden sounds startled him, loud noises grated on his nerves. Only the sound of explosions didn't bother him, since it was often followed closely by the sound of dead people not making noise at all when it was over.
"If I'da known you were comin' I'da baked a cake, Lieutenant." he joked, while flashing her a grin. He took out a deck of cards and began absently shuffling them to kill the time. He wondered where Barry was and what was taking him so long. He'd noted his reaction to the pretty Lt. Hawkeye, and wondered if he was off somewhere being flustered. He smiled and chuckled at the thought. It was adorable, really. The very idea!
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 10, 2009 22:50:35 GMT -6
The Lieutenant looked back to Kimblee,
"No such thing would have been necessesary." She replied casually, straightening out her skirt, as was a nervous habit when she was out of uniform.
She noted his grin and the chuckling smile that followed. She'd have to watch him... she wasn't sure of his intentions, but she wouldn't jump to conclusions... no... she knew that usually led to misunderstandings which could jeopardize the mission.
Her Colonel wouldn't have sent her on such a mission for her to just screw it up... that wasn't her nature anyway.
She just continued staring out the window.
She'd have to provide them with feminie facades soon, and she herself, felt uncomfortable with doing that.
The Colonel had some nerve to assign her to this, if that was his intent...
She gave a sigh, pushing that thought from her mind.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 11, 2009 2:12:18 GMT -6
He laughed even harder. "Relax, Hawkeye," he said, "It's just a...you could say...sarcastic figure of speech. You know...for when people show up unexpected?"
He threw his arms up in surrender, "A joke...it's a joke!" He bent to the floor to pick up a few cards he'd dropped from raising his arms up. He considered a peek up Hawkeyes dress just to piss her off, but decided he wasn't in the mood for fallout right now.
He gave Havoc his boarding pass and held on to Barry's and his own. 'Where is that suit of armor?" he wondered out loud. "Surely not off dolling up, or getting a bite to eat."
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 11, 2009 9:25:20 GMT -6
Hawkeye looked at him with a placid expression, but her eyes were intent, scrutinizing every move he made.
"A joke...right..." she said, watching him as he bent down to pick up the cards.... but when he didn't make any move, she leaned back in her chair, looking back at the window.
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Post by amouri on May 11, 2009 12:21:11 GMT -6
Barry kept his gaze averted from the woman, staring at his feet instead.
He could hear from he conversation with the two others that she was indeed in the military a he expected.
He was still clutching the roll of silk, not exactly sure why.
He glanced up, gazing at the woman unnoticed.
She's beautiful...
Suddenly the high pitched whistle of the incoming train blared around them.
He dropped the silk roll in surprise, hurriedly scooping it up.
He straightened up, but saw to his horror that the others had already boarded the train.
"DAMN!" He had been too engrossed in gazing at the woman to hear exactly what compartment they were in.
Though he had faintly registered that it was in cart 7.
Or so he hoped.
"Damn damn damn!" He cursed, quickly hopping aboard, and swore loudly as he saw that they had slipped out of sight.
He cautiously made himself into the right cart, and after disturbing quite a few passengers in the progress he finally found their compartment, and slipped in with a sigh of relief.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I had some problems finding my way."
He noticed the young woman was seated by the window, and that she had changed into a more relaxed outfit.
"My you look fine Missy. I'm sorry to say that I quite forgot to introduce myself." He sank into a bow, throwing his arm out and winking at her.
"The name's Barr-" He remembered and shot an angry glare at Kimblee "-Bartholomew. Though you can call me Barty for short."
He grinned and sat down, ignoring the looks he was getting from Havoc and Kimblee.
Heck, he'd probably just made a real fool out of himself, but after all, he looked like an eccentric old fool, so why not act like one?
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Post by aspiredeathe on May 11, 2009 13:06:20 GMT -6
Jean gave Hawkeye a friendly smile as she sat opposite him, sneding a somewhat sympathetic look to Kimblee. He'd figured the whole 'sensitive' ears thing was due to all the explosions, grinning slightly at the cake comment.
He wouldn't mind a cake at the moment...
At the mention of dolling up, he groaned, slumping in his seat slightly. He was not in the mood for this, even more so, now that someone he actually worked with would be a witness to it all.
He glanced to the door at the mention of Barry, expecting him to burst through it any second.
Which he didn't, not till 5 minutes later anyway.
"Welcome back to the happy group."He raised a hand, gesturing to the empty seat.
An eyebrow went up as the armoured fellow endulged himself in pleasantries with Riza, hell, he was pretty sure the guy was smiling, if he could.
"Hnm, Barty here's agreed to act as our bodyguard, for we're not just playing women, but helpless ones at that."He scrunched his face up, knowing his female superior would definitely feel the same way about the last part.
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 11, 2009 19:09:30 GMT -6
Hawkeye sat rigidly as Barry put his arm around her.
"It's nice to meet you... Barty..." she said, slowly edging her way out of his grasp.
She found herself trapped between the window and his large body, and she nearly groaned in agony.
She then heard HAvoc's futhur detail to the mission and her eyes widened.
You've got to be kidding me... she thought as she rolled her eyes.
It was official... the Colonel was setting her up to lose her mind.
Hawkeye glanced at Havoc, her eyes almost pleading him to tell her that he was kidding.
She wasn't used to being helpless... it nearly made her sick to her stomach. Suddenly her nerves jolted at the very thought.
How on earth was she going to pull this off?
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 12, 2009 0:12:12 GMT -6
Zolf was relieved when Barry finally showed up. Finally, another loose canon aboard to even things up. He raised his eyebrows and grinned wide as he observed Barry's display of knightly chivalry toward Lt. Hawkeye. After things settled a bit and everyone was as comfortable as could be expected considering they were crammed on a train, the train whistle blew and a there was a slight lurch as the train pulled out of the station. He stashed his cards and folded his arms behind his head, listening to Havoc fill Hawkeye on the details. "What do you mean, kidding?" he threw in, "you're already a woman. Your work's cut out for you already. It's me and Havoc who deserve the pity." He cast a glance at Havoc. "Which reminds me...how the hell are we gonna do this? We can't just toddle off to the mens room and sashay on out of there, pretty as you please." He shot a creepy grin at Hawkeye, "Guess you'll just have to turn your back while we get nekkid and change here in the cabin." He chuckled in self satisfaction. The Lt. seemed of a very serious nature and it would be interesting to see where her humor/aggravation threshold was. That aside, most decent women were repulsed by him, scared, or both, regardless that he wasn't a bad looking guy. It was habit at this point to put them off, gross them out, and get the rejection over with right up front. There was only one 'nice' girl he'd ever met for the majority of his life who held his interest at all. And he'd never gotten the nerve to ask her out. ///::/// He'd gone to the library in central to look up information on his psychiatric diagnosis on a lark one day. He had a hell of a time finding what he was looking for, considering that libraries weren't his usual venue. He was cursing under his breath when a mousy looking creature approached him and asked if he needed help. She looked startled as he turned around. He was used to those looks from most people on first encounter. She was a timid little house mouse, plain, with huge framed glasses. Not much to look at by the standards of conventional beauty. He grumbled about how he was having a hard time finding the information he wanted and suddenly all the fear vanished and her true element showed. He loved women who had a passion for their work. She was more than helpful and sharp as a tack. She had a photographic memory and before he knew it, he had a stack of books in his arms, grinning as she prattled on about every other book she'd read on the subject. Throughout the remaining week, he unconsciously found himself thinking up excuses to return. He found an old book on alchemy, which he knew damn well didn't belong to the central library, and decided to 'return' it. He fussed with his hair, cussing as a few strands kept popping out to hang in his face. He doused himself in aftershave, which he rarely wore. When he got there, he presented the book and the woman pointed out that there was no stamp inside, and therefore, wasn't theirs. "Are you sure about that," he'd asked, "where's the little bookworm? She'd know for sure." "Oh, today's her day off...but I assure you, it's not ours." His shoulders slumped and he sighed, mumbled his thanks and stalked out. Over the next several weeks, he'd developed quite a talent for thinking up excuses to go to the library. After a few weeks, he'd noticed how big and green her eyes were. A few weeks later, just before this assignment, no one could have convinced him she wasn't the prettiest girl to grace central. Not even the pert blond chic that flounced around in a short skirt, visiting her a few times. It amused him, in a contemptuous way, how her friend had automatically assumed he'd been staring at her when he'd been sitting and staring at the little house mouse with the huge green eyes. Apparently, the timid little thing never caught on that he wasn't there for books, and he never got the nerve to ask her out... ///::/// He sighed, gazing off at nothing with a slight frown on his face. There was a button on the wall that buzzed for an attendant. Private cabins had their privileges. This promised to be an exceptionally long ride, and he might as well have a few drinks to loosen up. |
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