Tasha raised an eyebrow at the code name. Vampire Alchemist huh? Curiouser and curiouser. "Tasha Kellum, Spark Alchemist. Forgive me for asking but why Vampire? Seems like an odd code name, if not a tad ominous." She asked leaning as far forward as the car's space would allow.
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Vlad couldn't help but grin a bit whenever he was asked that question.
"It's simple actually. I specialize in Blood Alchemy, a technique which only I know. But that's not all." he said with a charmingly mischievous grin.
Vlad ran his tongue over his teeth and the glow of a transmutation was emitted from his mouth. When his tongue was out of the way he had a pair of vampiral fangs where his canines should have been.
"I know it seems like a bit much, but the intimidation factor works more often than you would expect."
"It's simple actually. I specialize in Blood Alchemy, a technique which only I know. But that's not all." he said with a charmingly mischievous grin.
Vlad ran his tongue over his teeth and the glow of a transmutation was emitted from his mouth. When his tongue was out of the way he had a pair of vampiral fangs where his canines should have been.
"I know it seems like a bit much, but the intimidation factor works more often than you would expect."
"James is fine for now, Kallu. I foresee no trouble with a first name basis. Unless of course you object. Marlin how are you. It has been a while. I hope you have been well," James cleared his throat. " In other news I thing we should give each other a basic understanding of each others alchemy just so that there are little misconceptions and we can work well together. My alchemy for example deals with projectiles, hence my title. My basic form of combat is my pistol that has a part of a transmutation circle on the inside. When combined with another part of a transmutation circle contained on the cartridges, I can create numerous effects that can lead to devastating effects. Currently I am carrying a few of my standards, a phosphorus explosion cartridge, a smoke screen, one that turns the bullets longer and more sharpened when fired that allows for an increase in penetration and the final of my standards is a cartridge that splits the bullets into a group of five smaller ones that have less power but can damage more people. I am also currently carrying a special cartridge that when fired creates extra spin and a few holes in the bullet that allows it to spin faster and increase its destructive power. It can crack walls, break doors and send enemies flying.
James leaned back and stretched, "I also use my gloves to create cannons and other type of launchers out of the surrounding environment. Who is next?"
James leaned back and stretched, "I also use my gloves to create cannons and other type of launchers out of the surrounding environment. Who is next?"
"Very interesting, and certainly something I'm going to want to see at some point." Tasha said smiling as Vlad transmuted his teeth. "I know the power of intimidation all too well." She said placing a hand on her sleeve. The symbols on her hand glowed as she sent a burst of electricity along the wires in her sleeve. She held it for a few seconds before letting it fade away. "Funny how few people want to deal with a person with electricity coursing along their bodies." She said with a smile.
"I find it hard to believe people wouldn't want to spend time with a woman such as yourself." Vlad said.
He gave here another smile, but now that he had the fangs it came of slightly different, more attractive in a dangerous kind of way.
"Want to know another trick of mine?" He said, slowly licking his teeth back to normal as if there was something delicious on them.
"Sure."
"I can tell your blood temperature is rising." This time the grin seemed to say less, come hither and more shall I go on?
He gave here another smile, but now that he had the fangs it came of slightly different, more attractive in a dangerous kind of way.
"Want to know another trick of mine?" He said, slowly licking his teeth back to normal as if there was something delicious on them.
"Sure."
"I can tell your blood temperature is rising." This time the grin seemed to say less, come hither and more shall I go on?
Roland slowly rose from his seat, whilst at the same time giving the Fuhrer a salute.
He glanced over the cars, and noticed the Ginger-bearded alchemist whom he'd just had a spat with in the first car.
Best not to rock the boat too much, the mission's barely begun
He strode over to the second car, registering the two Alchemists chatting way; he sat down in the driver's seat, before turning around to face them.
" First things first, as I'm the driver, I say no flirting whatsoever. "
He glanced over the young girl.
"Now that that's sorted, my name is Roland Striker, the Lightning Alchemist. What's your name good looking?"
He smiled and gave her a wink
He glanced over the cars, and noticed the Ginger-bearded alchemist whom he'd just had a spat with in the first car.
Best not to rock the boat too much, the mission's barely begun
He strode over to the second car, registering the two Alchemists chatting way; he sat down in the driver's seat, before turning around to face them.
" First things first, as I'm the driver, I say no flirting whatsoever. "
He glanced over the young girl.
"Now that that's sorted, my name is Roland Striker, the Lightning Alchemist. What's your name good looking?"
He smiled and gave her a wink
"James, must you again see a demonstration?" Kallu said. He took the stone still in hand and channeled a transmutation, causing it to warp,bend, and stretch around his forearm, snugly fitting and giving him better protection than the best bodyarmor allowed to officers. Transmuting again, he formed the bracer back into a stone, and put it back inside his bag, set it on his lap and leaned back in his seat, ready for the Deep Blue's explanation of his abilities. It has been a while, Lt. Col. and we're all going on an assassination mission together.Strange, but who am I to complain, except for why do they need a dozen State Alchemists and two lucky soldiers?
Elias had been sitting at the best attention he could muster during the meeting, since very few enlisted men received missions directly from the Fuhrer, but he finally moved once a good amount of the alchemists had left the room. Rising to his feet, he forced himself into a more casual stance than the position of attention and began to speak.
"Fuhrer, I understand that State Alchemists are all at or above the rank of Major, but I feel I need to ask which one's in charge? I'm sure they're all very intelligent in their own right, but on the battlefield there always needs to be a chain of command, sir."
"Fuhrer, I understand that State Alchemists are all at or above the rank of Major, but I feel I need to ask which one's in charge? I'm sure they're all very intelligent in their own right, but on the battlefield there always needs to be a chain of command, sir."
Victor Kendrall rose to his feet, swiftly saluting the Fuhrer before scrambling out behind his fellows. Even as he walked, he felt his heart slowly rising into his throat. He'd gotten into more than a few messes in his lifetime, but this was probably the biggest by a long shot. As he stepped out the door into the fresh new day, he thought about running. He was a fast runner; the guards would probably never catch him. He looked over at the others all filing themselves away into the three cars. They weren't afraid. Why should he be?
Dejected by his own inability to desert like his senses told him to, he went up to the second car and pulled the door open, only to find that there were three people sitting inside, conversing. Damn it! he thought to himself. He was hoping there would only be a few passengers in this one. More time to sit alone and mope.
It was too late to leave now, so he awkwardly pulled himself into the backseat next to a red-haired woman. He tried to remember the callsigns he'd read on them. The Spark Alchemist, maybe? Either way, he tried to draw as little attention to himself as he could, clinging to his rifle as he pulled the door shut behind him. He glanced at the others before turning his gaze away. Making eye contact was something of a problem with Victor. Still, he made at least a token effort at an introduction.
"Um, hello. I'm Corporal Kendrall. Nice to, uh, meet all of you."
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Back in the meeting room, Bradley observed Elias closely. His gaze was piercing, a bit chilling even. Still, the disarmingly affable demeanor he kept most of the time dulled those feelings.
"I understand your concerns completely, Sergeant Elias." the Fuhrer explained. "In a normal battlefield situation, State Alchemists would be the equivalent of a Major, though they would generally defer to a Major within the military. However, I believe that in a special circumstance such as this, special exceptions may be made. By rank, James Heldon, the Projecting Alchemist would be in charge of this mission. In a special forces detail such as this, however, the chain of command is going to be a bit looser than that. A respected leader is vital, but mutual teamwork between all of you will be the determining factor of your success. So, defer to Heldon for when going by the book is essential; just keep in mind that the real leader is going to be the one that the rest of you are willing to follow."
Fuhrer Bradley gave the enlisted man a pat on the shoulder, and a quick salute before dismissing him.
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As Victor conversed with the others, a knock on Roland's window drew his attention. Outside stood a stocky brown-haired man with a large nose. He was wearing the standard overcoat of the military's uniform. As Roland rolled down the window, he was already talking.
"Morning, sir. My name's Lieutenant Banagher. I'm the driver of the first car in the line; if you're gonna be driving, go ahead and follow me out to the rendezvous point."
Without waiting for a response, Banagher walked forward to his car and hopped in the front seat, giving a quick wave to his passengers. "Morning, fellas. Name's Banagher, I'll be driving you out to as far as the front lines. What's your names?"
Over the course of the next few minutes, the straggler named Brandon wound up in the first car, and at the third a blonde woman in horn-rimmed glasses situated herself as their driver. She didn't speak, and seemed entirely focused on the task of transporting these soldiers. The cars all roared to life, the initial clatter of the engines shattering the somewhat tranquil atmosphere as the cars rolled off in a line, taking a street to get out of East City and toward the war.
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Fuhrer Bradley watched the cars leave from his window. Once he finally lost sight of them, he walked over to his phone and quickly dialed a number. His hand was swift for his age. He waited for a few moments before someone on the other line finally picked up.
"Hello." Bradley said curtly. "...Yes, they left just a few moments ago... No, no; I think they'll suit our purposes just fine. The Ishvalans won't stand a chance... Is that what he said, then? Interesting. Go ahead and keep an eye on them for me. Inform me of anything of note."
He hung up the phone, and sat down. A hint of a smile was showing on his face.
Dejected by his own inability to desert like his senses told him to, he went up to the second car and pulled the door open, only to find that there were three people sitting inside, conversing. Damn it! he thought to himself. He was hoping there would only be a few passengers in this one. More time to sit alone and mope.
It was too late to leave now, so he awkwardly pulled himself into the backseat next to a red-haired woman. He tried to remember the callsigns he'd read on them. The Spark Alchemist, maybe? Either way, he tried to draw as little attention to himself as he could, clinging to his rifle as he pulled the door shut behind him. He glanced at the others before turning his gaze away. Making eye contact was something of a problem with Victor. Still, he made at least a token effort at an introduction.
"Um, hello. I'm Corporal Kendrall. Nice to, uh, meet all of you."
[hr]
Back in the meeting room, Bradley observed Elias closely. His gaze was piercing, a bit chilling even. Still, the disarmingly affable demeanor he kept most of the time dulled those feelings.
"I understand your concerns completely, Sergeant Elias." the Fuhrer explained. "In a normal battlefield situation, State Alchemists would be the equivalent of a Major, though they would generally defer to a Major within the military. However, I believe that in a special circumstance such as this, special exceptions may be made. By rank, James Heldon, the Projecting Alchemist would be in charge of this mission. In a special forces detail such as this, however, the chain of command is going to be a bit looser than that. A respected leader is vital, but mutual teamwork between all of you will be the determining factor of your success. So, defer to Heldon for when going by the book is essential; just keep in mind that the real leader is going to be the one that the rest of you are willing to follow."
Fuhrer Bradley gave the enlisted man a pat on the shoulder, and a quick salute before dismissing him.
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As Victor conversed with the others, a knock on Roland's window drew his attention. Outside stood a stocky brown-haired man with a large nose. He was wearing the standard overcoat of the military's uniform. As Roland rolled down the window, he was already talking.
"Morning, sir. My name's Lieutenant Banagher. I'm the driver of the first car in the line; if you're gonna be driving, go ahead and follow me out to the rendezvous point."
Without waiting for a response, Banagher walked forward to his car and hopped in the front seat, giving a quick wave to his passengers. "Morning, fellas. Name's Banagher, I'll be driving you out to as far as the front lines. What's your names?"
Over the course of the next few minutes, the straggler named Brandon wound up in the first car, and at the third a blonde woman in horn-rimmed glasses situated herself as their driver. She didn't speak, and seemed entirely focused on the task of transporting these soldiers. The cars all roared to life, the initial clatter of the engines shattering the somewhat tranquil atmosphere as the cars rolled off in a line, taking a street to get out of East City and toward the war.
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Fuhrer Bradley watched the cars leave from his window. Once he finally lost sight of them, he walked over to his phone and quickly dialed a number. His hand was swift for his age. He waited for a few moments before someone on the other line finally picked up.
"Hello." Bradley said curtly. "...Yes, they left just a few moments ago... No, no; I think they'll suit our purposes just fine. The Ishvalans won't stand a chance... Is that what he said, then? Interesting. Go ahead and keep an eye on them for me. Inform me of anything of note."
He hung up the phone, and sat down. A hint of a smile was showing on his face.
The driver, a soldier of the army sat in his seat and introduced himself. "My name is Leo", Leo said as the driver called himself Banagher. "Where are from?", Leo asked the driver as his bare feet tapped against the rug covered floor of the car.
Guess no one's in charge, Elias thought to himself as he sat in the back of the front car, weapons and combat harness in the bag between his legs.
"Elias," he quickly interjected before Banagher could answer the question. He looked up at the driver and Leo, the blonde man riding shotgun, then turned to look out the window. Elias could feel the imbalance in the car due to his automail's weight, but the car's engine didn't seem to mind.
"Elias," he quickly interjected before Banagher could answer the question. He looked up at the driver and Leo, the blonde man riding shotgun, then turned to look out the window. Elias could feel the imbalance in the car due to his automail's weight, but the car's engine didn't seem to mind.
Tasha couldn't help but laugh at the two's advances. "I miss this sometimes. You wouldn't believe how often anyone not in the military will avoid me once they see the pocket watch chain and automail hands." She said flexing her fingers. "But to answer your question Roland, Tasha Kellum, Spark Alchemist. Nice to meet another who knows what electricity can do for the people."
"Well I'm not perturbed by either my dear, you shouldn't let others opinions define you"
He flashed her a smile that showed he understood.
" And I'm not one for etiquette, but I was not being disrespectful, your reputation precedes you Vampire Alchemist"
He gave Vlad an approving nod.
He flashed her a smile that showed he understood.
" And I'm not one for etiquette, but I was not being disrespectful, your reputation precedes you Vampire Alchemist"
He gave Vlad an approving nod.
"Why thank you. I am always glad to hear my technique is appreciated. And please, both of you can call me Vlad. By the way, sometime when you aren't occupied, I'd love to see a demonstration of your abilities Roland." Vlad gave another friendly smile.
"I wonder if the other cars arte getting along this well."
"I wonder if the other cars arte getting along this well."
Marlin stared out the window of the car, barely even noticing the woman getting into the driver seat as he listened to James explain his alchemy and caught a glimpse of Kallu's demonstration out of the corner of his eye. After that, Marlin simply sat silent until the car started and they began driving. He blinked several times, just realizing that they were only waiting on his explanation next.
Since it was hard for him to turn and speak to them from the front seat, he simply held the jar up so they could see it and spoke in a slightly louder voice than normal. ".... I use this. The big circle is the result of my research. It draws moisture from the surrounding air and turns it into water that fills the jar. The smaller ones are intended to lower or raise the temperature of the water. And the other circles will manipulate the contents based on their form. Using these can spread a concealing mist, shoot high pressure streams of water, or create sharp shards of ice. I don't see combat much, so I'm still devising techniques." He explained to them, turning the jar to indicate the transmutations circles as he referred to them.
"My special circle can also be used to drain the moisture from anything it's applied to, though I have yet to find a practical way to use that ability.... The military has requested I focus on that aspect of the circle. Perhaps if I...." After that Marlin lowered the jar back into his lap and returned his gaze to the window, muttering various ideas he was going to try for improving his circle.
Since it was hard for him to turn and speak to them from the front seat, he simply held the jar up so they could see it and spoke in a slightly louder voice than normal. ".... I use this. The big circle is the result of my research. It draws moisture from the surrounding air and turns it into water that fills the jar. The smaller ones are intended to lower or raise the temperature of the water. And the other circles will manipulate the contents based on their form. Using these can spread a concealing mist, shoot high pressure streams of water, or create sharp shards of ice. I don't see combat much, so I'm still devising techniques." He explained to them, turning the jar to indicate the transmutations circles as he referred to them.
"My special circle can also be used to drain the moisture from anything it's applied to, though I have yet to find a practical way to use that ability.... The military has requested I focus on that aspect of the circle. Perhaps if I...." After that Marlin lowered the jar back into his lap and returned his gaze to the window, muttering various ideas he was going to try for improving his circle.
"Nice to meet you both." Lieutenant Banagher said with a happy grin on his face. The trio of cars sped their way out of East City, and were now heading into rolling plains, a rather pleasant countryside that belied the grim war just a short drive away. He seemed to be taking in the countryside for a moment before he gave an answer.
"North City, born and raised." he replied to Leo. "Good, hardy folk up there. A bit oppressive, though, with all the snow. Moved to East City about ten years ago, and signed up for military duty. Nice part of the country, I think you'll find. Hope it doesn't get blown up..."
He drove on silently for a moment, but the need for conversation overtook the driver. "So, where're you boys from? It'll be a little while before we get where we're going, so might as well fill the meantime with a little conversation, eh?"
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Victor watched the Alchemists converse freely with one another. It was a little intimidating, being in a cramped space with for people with rank and status that towered over him like this. As he detected a short lull in conversation, he decided to say something.
"So, is it... difficult, being an Alchemist? It seems like a lot of work."
"North City, born and raised." he replied to Leo. "Good, hardy folk up there. A bit oppressive, though, with all the snow. Moved to East City about ten years ago, and signed up for military duty. Nice part of the country, I think you'll find. Hope it doesn't get blown up..."
He drove on silently for a moment, but the need for conversation overtook the driver. "So, where're you boys from? It'll be a little while before we get where we're going, so might as well fill the meantime with a little conversation, eh?"
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Victor watched the Alchemists converse freely with one another. It was a little intimidating, being in a cramped space with for people with rank and status that towered over him like this. As he detected a short lull in conversation, he decided to say something.
"So, is it... difficult, being an Alchemist? It seems like a lot of work."
"I'm from West city, they hauled me all the way through Amestris for this trip in the desert", Leo said with an uplifting tone,"Will you be coming with us after we disembark?".
"Afraid I won't." Banagher told him. "Truth be told, I don't know a thing about this secret mission you're going on. Brass is being REAL careful about who knows just what you all are up to. All I know is that you're on some vital mission. National security and such. Probably best I don't know, to be honest."
"Which part do you mean Corperal? Qualifying? Researching? "
Roland eyed Victor in his rear view mirror.
"Or are you talking about the unlimited funding or the unparalleled power?"
He smiled as he awaited a reply; he received none.
"Maybe you're thinking of all the girls?"
He glanced over at Tasha in the mirror and gave her a wink.
Roland eyed Victor in his rear view mirror.
"Or are you talking about the unlimited funding or the unparalleled power?"
He smiled as he awaited a reply; he received none.
"Maybe you're thinking of all the girls?"
He glanced over at Tasha in the mirror and gave her a wink.