Two silk traders and an armored guard

[rizahawkeye]

((SHould I introduce Sheska? ))
The Lieutenant nearly paled at the thought. She sighed,
"Do as you must, I suppose..." she said, less than half-heartidly.
She thought briefly of leaving this mission behind and keeping her dignity... but she'd do it for the Colonel...
It was the only way she'd keep her sanity.

[aspiredeathe]

((Maybe you could have Sheska in Lior already, collecting rare books or something? =p Otherwise the compartment might get a little cramped xD))

Jean sent a mild glare at Kimblee, turning back to Hawkeye "You can also wait outside the cabin while we change. It's cramp enough as it is, then with us two changing would make it pretty squashed.' He also looked to Barry, letting him know that he was also free to leave when drag queen time came around. Though he was slightly worried about leaving those two alone, what with the way Barty was acting, he expected the Lieutenant to shoot him within five minutes. Even more so that she seemed quite agitated by the whole 'helpless' idea.
He wondered if she would shoot him if he asked her to help him with his make-up later?

"You calling the attendant?" He raised an eyebrow as he watched Kimblee stare quite intently at the button. He could come up with two reasons as to why the man would want to press the button. Either to order food and drink, most likely alcohol, or to just have someone to scare. He really couldn't put either past him, as he was already testing Hawkeye.

[amouri]

Barry felt the train give a nasty lurch as it started moving, and he listened with some unease to the other two men discussing the ways of their disguises.
"Yeah, I can go wait outside." He said, taking the hint.
He edged out with some difficulty.
He had never quite gotten used to the size of his new body, and the small compartment only made it worse.

"Ain't you coming Missy? I doubt you'd wanna hang around while these two gents change." He said sticking his head in.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[Yuss! Good idea to have her be in Lior, since Frank kind of 'inherited' her after Hughes died in the show. I can just see Frank and Kimblee in a tangled, bruised up beat up mess, hair sticking out all over, fighting over the fair Sheska XD )

"Yup...dunno about you, but I plan on catching a slight buzz and staying that way till we get there. We better get dressed fast before the attendant gets here." He stood and reached the over head compartment for the small case containing his dress and other female junk. "Oh these must be yours...it would absolutely clash with my skin tone and eyes." he chuckled, and handed Havoc his part of the makeup. "Huh?..." he asked himself absently, as he noticed the earrings, necklaces and bracelets. "That....that old dragon! I thought that total was kind of pricey. I never picked out this stuff!" he fished around the bag and removed a few of the pieces, clearly meant to match Havoc's blue costume and handed them over. "Well...let the good times roll." he said sarcastically as the other two begin to leave the cabin.

[Havoc and Kimblee in dresses and make up is scary enough...but Hawkeye helping them put it on? Almost as scary as 'madam medusa' helping them! It's too rich! XD]

[rizahawkeye]

((All right. Sheska will already be in Lior. ^^ ))

Hawkeye stepped out of the cabin following Barty.
Reluctant as she was, she almost felt relieved to leave the cabin, though her hand was still ready to reach for her gun if necessary.
SHe stood outside the cabin with a sigh as she leaned against the door. She had to be helpless... that would be a change... she wondered why the Colonel wasn't here to watch the entire thing, knowing full well that he'd get a kick out of the entire idea.
She glanced at Barty, then back at the cabin that she left and gave a sigh.

Sheska looked up and down the racks of books. She was dressed sharply in her military uniform as she searched like a woman on a mission. She had heard that they had it here in this little bookshop of Lior, and the mousy girl was determined if anything to find it.
Her eyes lit up as she spotted the recognizable leather binding, she reached up, standing on her toes to reach it, as the entire bookshelf toppled over onto her with a crash.
She let out a shriek as it came down.... but the next thing she knew, she was buried underneath a pile of books...again.
She climbed out from underneath the shelf, clutching her treasured book in hand.
She fixed her glasses and gave a deep sigh, happy that she was still alive.
"WHy does this keep happening to me?" she wondered.

[amouri]

Barry glanced at the lady as she sighed after both of them had exited the compartment.
"Now now, why so serious? Its not like its a funeral we're going to." He reached out and gently laid an arm around her waist.
"Soften up a lil, eh pretty-eyes? Why the long face?"
He grinned at her, his eyes shining merrily.
"Is it the mission? No need to worry, old Barr-er-Barty will take care of ya."
He knew he was being rather overconfident, seeing as this female had already shown plenty of hints that she was not the kind of person to mess with.
But after all, it had been ages since he felt this way about a girl, maybe years in fact.
And apart from that, what could a little bit of harmless flirting do?

((XD I had SO much fun writing this post. Daaaw Kimblee luvs the lil mousie girl with the bookies? X3))

[rizahawkeye]

Hawkeye stood suddenly rigid once she felt his arm around her waist.
"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you." she said, walking out of his grasp.
She was never one to give in to the flirtations of men... there was only one man who she'd give into with things like this... but she'd never admit that to anyone...especially the ones on this mission.

[amouri]

Barry narrowed his eyes slightly as she edged out of his grasp.
"Allright allright, keep ya hair on." He muttered, as she was clearly hinting that she wasn't going to give in.
He sighed and leaned against the wall, gazing at her.
He regretted being so straightforward, as it was obvious that she wasn't interested.
Why had he felt like that in the first place? Her reaction had been expected anyway, after all, there probably weren't many women who felt comfortable near somebody like himself, especially because he was clad in armour.
What was I thinking? Its not like it would help my situation falling head-over-heels for some girl I hardly even know.
He thought darkly.
He was a murderer, and one who's preferred target had been women at that.
He couldn't allow himself to be soft.
But still...
He looked up at her curiously.
"Er...I didn't quite catch your name back there. What was it again?" He asked cautiously.

[aspiredeathe]

Jean didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw the jewellery. Crying seemed the more favourable, when Kimblee tossed some to him.
Then came his make-up. He'd actually been hoping to have lost it, or left it behind at Kimblee's apartment, yet sadly, both hopes seemed futile.
With a sigh, he stood up, following the other's lead and pulling his luggage free from the overheads. Without much care for the dress, he pulled it out of his bag and dumped it on an empty chair, before stowing the bag away.

"You know, I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this till later, ya know, like 10 minutes before we got into Lior." He made quick work of taking off his jacket, struggling slightly with his shirt due to lack of space in the compartment.
"Do you think Hawkeye will shoot him?"He'd managed to free his head, curious as to what Kimblee thought about the current situation.
He really hadn't expected Riza to being Barry's type, he didn't really know a lot of people who considered her their thype. On first meeting of course.
He knew she was really a quite respectable, kind and caring woman, once you got past the whole duty, guns and strict act.
Maybe Barry had a thing for women with authority.

[rizahawkeye]

"You can call me Lieutenant Hawkeye she said, "But my name is Riza... if you must know."
She stood stiffly, wondering whether or not they were finished. She was almost afraid to see what they would look like.
A soft, yet amused smile spread across her face at the very thought, and she put her hand up to her mouth to hide it.

[amouri]

"Ah...thats a nice name Missy-I mean Riza-I mean...Lieutenant Hawkeye."
He sighed.
When are those two finished?
He thought with a slight hint of irritation.
They should be done by now.

[rizahawkeye]

Suprisingly enough, the same thoughts were going through the Lieutenant's head as she stood there awkwardly.
She crossed her arms over her chest as she waited.
They must be finished by now... how long could take a man to finish his make up?... Then again...
SHe gave a sigh.
This could take a while.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Zolf uncermoniously shed his street clothes, but turned his back when he had to put on the bra. God, how humiliating! He quickly threw the dress on over his head, cussing under his breath as he tugged at it, twisted and crooked, straightening it. His face was an angry shade of red by the time he'd gotten it situated. He saw Havoc was having a similarly awkward time, but didn't stare or laugh it up. After all, he could sympathize, and in no position to laugh. He stuffed the bra with a bunch of tissue he'd brought, mumbled to Havoc and handed him bunches of it for his own 'filling out'.

He sat down, brooding and moody, with his arms folded over his chest and looking away from havoc so the man could preserve a tiny bit of his dignity.

[dont worry, we wont be doing a blow by blow of every tiny part of them dressing and putting on makeup. in fact, there's no reason for them to hang around outside the train car when they do their makeup. it's just the getting dressed part xD]

[amouri]

Barry cast an inquiring glance at the Lieutenant.
She seemed to have become just as impatient as himself regarding the other two's change of dress.
He felt slightly awkward near her, knowing that he had probably lost most of his dignity playing up to her.
Well, at least he would have if he had still had his dignity.
He had lost that ages ago.

He was still not quite sure why he felt attracted to her...
Her looks were good enough, though he was sure there would be plenty other females with a prettier face than her.
But for some reason that didn't pass his mind.
He would have furrowed his brow in thought if not his head was as immobile as it was, staring at his feet in puzzlement.
Maybe it was because, that like all living creatures he just had some yearning instinct of wanting to fit in, to be appreciated like everyone else.
He pushed that thought away angrily.
I proved to myself years ago that I'm an outsider, I'm not supposed to fit in. Its completely out of the question.

He glanced up at her and suddenly noticed something.
"Er...Missy you've got a spider in your hair." He said cautiously and reached up and carefully managed to maneuver the scuttling arachnid into his cupped hand.
Must've been shaken loose by the train...He thought and looked up at the ceiling.
True enough, there was quite a collection of cobwebs.

[aspiredeathe]

Jean blinked at the undergarments, before concentrating on actually pulling the thing on. Taking them off was a lot easier, that he could guarantee.
He took the handful of tissues handed to him and shoved them into the bra, hoping it came to round about even on both sides. He was now very glad there was no mirror in here or he might just have a heart attack.

He then turned on his dress, hiking the thing on and almost tripping over it the moment he took a single step.
Jean's face was red and with a non dignified cough, he turned his back to Zolf "Um, do you think, you could zip me up..?"
That was most probably the most awkward thing he'd ever had to ask a man.
Once his dress was zipped, he then glared heatedly at the make-up and jewellery.
"Ya know, at first this seemed like a bad idea. Now it seems like the most terrible idea ever."
If they found Archer in the midst of taking fire, he wasn't so sure he wouldn't take a shot at the officer himself, blaming it on being cross fire.

[rizahawkeye]

Hawkeye looked up, seeing the eight-legged creature crawling down her face.
She also casually watched as Barty removed the creature.
"Here, I'll take care of him." she said, taking the arachnid into her hand and releasing it out the window.
She did plenty of killing in Ishbal, and she didn't need to do anymore.
The spider would have a better chance outside, than in here.
"THanks." she said, giving Barty a polite smile, "I appreciate it..."
She was starting to warm up to him... she had no reason to be cold.
She didn't know why she was always cold... it's just that she was used to being that way... probably because of the war... and her hopelessness that she always felt... but that was another thing all together.

[amouri]

"You're welcome."
If he had been in his original body, he would probably have felt a small smile tug at the edge of his lips, along with a strange warm feeling of comfort.
But all he managed was the warm feeling, and a shifting of his body posture to show that he was at ease.
It was strange how the simplest commands and signs of everyday language had become near to impossible for him in his metal form.
Of course he could normally use the tone of his voice to signal his current mood, but simple things such as scowling and smiling were off-limits to him.

Though of course, communication skills would be the least thing a killer like him could be expected to have.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. If there was one thing worse than having to dress like a woman, it was helping another man dress like a woman. At least Havoc wouldn't see the uncomfortable look on his face. He zipped the dress, almost cringing at the sound.

"I hear that loud and clear!" he agreed. There was absolutely no humor to be milked out of the situation at this point. Now it was real. He slid the compartment door open slightly, peering at Barry and Hawkeye. "Okay you two, we're dressed and you can come back in. But....one laugh...one peep or grin...and out comes the heavy artillery." he warned, holding his palms out with a savage grin.

He took a seat and dug through the bag. He slipped on a pair of sandals and tossed the other pair to Havoc. He was glad the dresses were long, otherwise he'd have to had shaved his legs. And that would be the living end, in his opinion.

He picked up the makeup and realized something. "Havoc...I have no idea how to put this crap on right." He looked helplessly at Hawkeye as the two of them came back into the cabin. "Help us, please?" he asked in a humiliated, begging tone. Riza didn't seem to be wearing much makeup herself, and wouldn't need to, but surely she had to know something about the right place to put this..'blush' and other horrible feminine embellishments.

Archer sat behind a small desk, fanning his face with a manila folder. He'd sent Miss Sheska out on an errand, and she was late returning. It didn't surprise him. She was probably lost under a pile of books. He found her endlessly annoying, but also extremely handy with that...skill...of hers. He tolerated her eccentricities for that reason only. Otherwise the girl would have been dismissed from her position. He expected promptness. This was the military after all.

He opened the folder and examined the contents. There were pictures of Liors' religious leader, Cornello. Along with the pictures were disturbing reports of him being at two places at one time. He furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Of course, no one could really be at two places at the same time and that meant something else altogether. What that 'something' was, he wasn't sure of. Unfortunately, since his own presence was known here, he couldn't very well investigate the matter personally. That aside, as much as it intrigued him, he had subordinates to do that manner of work for him. And Kimblee was the perfect man for the job. Unfortunately, the man had an irritating way of not being where he was needed, so he'd had to lower himself to asking Mustang help him locate the errant alchemist after he'd left. He was good at being ingratiating when it was required for decorums sake, but he didn't have to like it. And he didn't.

[rizahawkeye]

Sheska ran out of the bookshop, after paying for it quickly, then headed back to her assigned post.
She saw Archer there, and instantly she blushed with a certain shame and embarassment.
"I-I'm sorry sir..." she said, sincerley, "But the bookshelf fell on top of me...because I couldn't reach it."
She handed it out to him, bowing with respect in front of her superior.

Hawkeye's face was placid, though her eyes giggled for her.
"I'd be glad to help." she said truthfully, though she was embarassed to be stuck in this situation.
She didn't really wear make-up, since it was an unneccessary task that only took up time in the morning, but she knew some basics of the art... not many, but some.

[amouri]

Barry turned his head at the alchemists voice.
"Allright."
He had to control himself strongly so as not to let forth a raucous bellow of laughter.
He tactfully avoided doing so however, knowing from own experience how humiliating it could be.
They looked absolutely ridiculous, but he guessed that was to be expected.

At the mention of make-up he had to stifle a snigger.
This is gonna be priceless.