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Thread: FullMetal Alchemist: Shattered Hope, Dreams, & Faith (Athene & East)

Aisyah Fuck you, I'm not one of Central's bitches! Unfortunately, actually saying that would make things so much worse for her. Definitely not better. So even though she could hear herself screaming at all the various thoughts running through her head, none dared to pass Aisyah's lips. She stopped her advances as the second man pulled his own gun out. ... Is ... he really going to ... ?? A new layer of blood splattered on top of the coat and even some of Aisyah's face and clothes underneath the military outfit. Her head bowed as she took a few, rapid breaths in an effort to calm herself down. Were things always this intense once someone was an official soldier? ... Probably ... Maybe her parents had the right idea after all regarding ceasing her from pursuing her dream? ... No. That couldn't be right. Clasping her hands together, she held them - as well as her gun, albeit carefully - between her flesh. The breaths through her nose finally started returning to a much more normal pace as Aisyah closed her eyes and took a few moments to send up a prayer for the man. They had been on opposite sides, yes. But she wouldn't have tried to force him to commit an act as horrid as suicide. For that matter, she couldn't say she had really expected it. ... Not as the first thing he'd do. Maybe a last resort sorta thing, but ... not before then. May Ishvala have mercy on your souls, she whispered in a soft voice, slowly re-opening her blue eyes and letting her hands fall back to her sides. With Aisyah having completed her brief moment of silence, she hurried over to the next car. She had definitely not forgotten she was on an invisible timer, and thus needed to haul ass to make sure neither her nor Markos got blown up on this train. As the next car came into view, Aisyah first tried to peek through the screen she was behind. At most, there was a faint outline. There was probably another one to two guards there. But really, that was the main thing she needed to know. Nodding to herself, she gripped the knob with her left hand, hastily opening the next door way and stepping inside. The gun trained on the closest individual as she stepped completely into the next car. Two of your comrades are dead and another is bound. We can do this the easy way ... or the hard way. I won't take any pleasure in adding another kill to my list of things I've done today, but I will most definitely resort to it if absolutely needed. So ... what choice will you make?
Thread: FullMetal Alchemist: Shattered Hope, Dreams, & Faith (Athene & East)

Markos Progress was made up until the point where Markos realized that he was at the communications car and had no way inside of the thing. When he had first come up with the plan to simply duck back down between the train cars he had failed to realize that the make of the train he was on provided sheltered cover. the area to slip between was so tight that it may have cut him in half. So his next thought was the skylight, an attempt to break a glass window and drop down would have been much easier. The passenger car had a sky light, but not the communications car which was a thicker steel. Which really meant he had only one option. It was just steel after all, so he grabbed his chalk. and kept himself low, working quick as he had already learned that the safest place in the train was inside of the thing. Drawing his circle he pressed his hand against it starting the transmutation which caused the steel to rust and then quickly turn to dust which allowed him to fall into the car mostly because there was now a large hole in the roof. It was a rather unceremonious landing a small shout and a large crash, as he lukily fell directly on top of the guy in the communications room knocking him to the ground so that both their weapons would be knocked away. Ow! The two men had just finished setting up their bomb, which really just meant that they had nothing better to do but light up their smokes and watch as the train arrived in east city in around two hours. When the girl barged in the two men looked at her, and then at each other, the fact that she was covered in the blood of their comrades spoke volumes to the two men, and they quickly dropped their weapons and raised up their hands. You realize you're going to die either way right? The instructions to set up the bombs only went one way, these cars are rigged to explode, and as soon as the train stops they all go off anyway. Shoot us or tie us up, your too late to stop this. The two men shrugged, one so confident that they were already dead that he actually albeit a little more slowly reached to take his smoke and flick the ash from the burning paper so he could get a better puff. But yeah, our work is done here. Doesn't matter if we live or die at this point.
Thread: FullMetal Alchemist: Shattered Hope, Dreams, & Faith (Athene & East)

Aisyah Ohhhh, thank you. Thank you, Ishvala. Glad to know at least someone's watching over me today. As the men chose to surrender instead of take their lives - or force her to kill them - Aisyah wasted little time. She strode confidently forward and kicked each gun set down towards the door she just walked out of. This way, they would remain way out of reach. So unless either of these men could do alchemy, fight, or both in the worst case scenario, she was safe from any physical retaliation. Moving behind both the Amestrians, Aisyah started using her left hand to feel around for a new set of hemp rope. ... Probably should have taken spare from the first guy. I mean, I doubt you used all of it. Ah well. Mentally noting to follow through with her plan she just thought of this time around, Aisyah secured each man so their backs were against one another. Their arms, elbows, and wrists were all connected, also. They would be - hopefully - prevented from not only escaping, but being able to move in any effect manner that would assist in succeeding with such endeavors. There, Aisyah muttered, standing up after putting away the extra rope and also finishing tying these two up. .... No. I have no intention of dying. I'm not alone, after all. I have help. He'll definitely figure something out. ... Surely he would, right? Aisyah trembled slightly, hastily rubbing her arms along her shoulders in hopes it looked like she merely got cold instead of revealing she was scared. After quietly reassuring herself Markos would be able to disable the C4 packs fine, she flashed the tied-up men a sly smirk and walked out, leaving them alone to their own devices. Fuck! The curse came out in a very shocked but equally pained tone. The sudden sensation of additional weight finding the lone male in the communications car literally knocked the wind out of him. As he lay on his back gasping and panting frantically for breath, he looked up --- And quickly wished he hadn't bothered to see who had found him. His eyes widened as he took note of the uniform. Oh fuck! Instincts took over as he raised his hands and tried to thrust Markos off of him and slam him against the devices nearby. This guy needed to die ... or be incapacitated to make damn sure that would actually end up happening. Otherwise? Well .... he didn't expect things to go well. The gun shots hadn't been too quiet despite being a few cars down. He had heard them. And from what he could assume, it likely came from this guy, which meant he was dangerous. He was only partially right ... but it wasn't like he needed to know the truth of what all was really happening, either.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

The servant girl, Ida, suppressed a smile as she saw the Duke stride down the hall and her hands readily shot forward to accept his coat. She didn't need to stay to know where he was going, he always visited his wife first for appearances. His coat would come with her as she departed, leaving to go to her own chambers to await his summons. Tristan was likely the only person in the entire estate who didn't like the butler who just seemed to have the answer for everything. His wife was a good ten years younger than him, as most wives were when it came to nobility and wealthy families. Sophia's black hair was vibrant and shiny even in the long fish bone braid it was in thanks to the sparse sun she allowed into Thiphania's room through the carefully arranged layers of curtains. During her husband's absence the butler had proven to be indispensable in helping her arrange things, it had been him who helped her with the intricate pulley system that now controlled the curtains from her child's bedside. There were no less than three layers of curtains on the window and each one had its own pulley to help control just how much light there was to help encourage play or nap time. Currently, it was nap time, she had worn Thiphania out to where the poor baby girl was tuckered. She sat next to her daughter's bed and softly sang to her. No matter the status of the family mothers tended to sing songs that promised the same things love, safety, and happiness. The smile that graced her plush cupid's bow lips only paused in existence for the notes she sang. Just as the child finally released her hold on Sophia's hand and she thought she might get in a nap herself there was a knock on the door. The Lady had only began to stand when the door was pushed open with enough force to hit the toy chest and clatter it against the wall. A grimace marred her beautiful face as the poor child protested being woken in such a rude way. Welcome back, dear husband. She lowered herself back down to hush the babe, one of her hands clutching her shawl. It's your father, Thiphi, don't cry. She cooed and shushed the bawling child. Her blue eyes rose briefly to him, Did the servants forget to tell you it was her nap time? Though she had lost the appeal in her husband's eyes she was no less beautiful than the day they had first met, she had actually retained some of the glow and a bit of the curves of pregnancy. Her waist was just as tiny as before thanks to the corset that was worn over the top of her dress, a standard of the fashion of the times. Sophia finally stood once more and went to her husband now that their child was lulling back to sleep. The vibrant blue of her dress matched her earrings and the simple golden circlet she wore, both of which were adorned with teardrop versions of blue gems. Really the only noticeable difference to anyone who wasn't a treasure hunter like her husband, was the fact that there was no shyness in the way she approached him for a kiss regardless of his answer to her question.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

Tristan's brow creased as he realised his failure to predict that the child's toys were simply left unpacked by the door. He pushed the crate to the side and dropped a handful of toys into the chest before rising to his full height as he stepped over to the cot where Sophia tended to his wailing child. They did. But I was in a hurry to meet you, my love. You know how infrequently I get to come home. Duty calls. But now I'm here, with you. Empty words as usual, but he knew what made her swoon over him from the days shortly after their marriage. He took her into an embrace, cupping her cheek as he met her lips. The contact was fleeting, he rarely did desire her after she bore his child, nor did she now. He remembered the days they were younger, how passionate they had been. But all he saw now was little more than a legal obligation, it did not bother him as it was only expected for nobles to be tied down this way, if only for relations with other noble families. You look well. A hand rested against her hip as he glanced at Thiphinia, and back to his wife. How have you fared while I was gone? Nothing too eventful I hope? He examined the room, it had changed since he was last here, the curtains for example. He sat down, unsure of what to say. Normally he would go on about the details of what was happening with their invasion in the west but recently he had begun to doubt his wife's ability to understand what he was saying. That and he felt that his wife was one of those who was against them invading unprovoked. But he remembered something as they passed the province border. Men, dressed in armour with the crest of the Inquisition of the Holy See on the grey armbands they wore over their uniforms. They conducted a round of questioning with him and the driver while their carriage was examined briefly. When asked what was the Inquisition was doing so far from the cities, the only reply he got was a suspected heathen uprising. One that the Inquisition fully intended to nip in the bud. Did you hear anything? Or see men in uniform, coming up to the mansion? They wouldn't dare step into his estate without his permission, for fear of a fiasco like the one a decade ago. The last time the Holy See tangled with nobility, it ended with their offices in an entire province being subject to constant checks by the law enforcement where their drawers and documents were all turned out, furniture forced to be set outside for 'examination' before being told everything was well after barely a glance.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

Sophia's smile swelled with his words, she considered herself quite lucky to have such a kind, handsome, and eloquent husband. The way he spoke of their time together...it was enough to make her heart burst and rekindle her love for him. Even in his absence she kept her feelings for him fresh by reading his letters from the front line and periodically going over the letters from before their wedding. The embrace still set her skin aflame as it had the first time, but she let the contact break off as he pulled away. There were much worse options for husbands, she thought, the Quincy sons had also been vying for her and one of them had recently murdered his wife, her cousin. Nothing too eventful, no. She sat with him and one of her hands took up his to hold. She knew little of what was truly happening with the Inquisition as it was her job to ensure his household was maintained as she was gone, there was no place for her in politics beyond a tie between his family and hers when other families considered potential threats to their own estates. Most of the wars between families had fallen to the wayside in face of the Inquisition. Men in uniform? Sophia repeated before she shook her head, I've heard of nothing of the sort, but I did recall seeing a small band of men on horseback from my sewing room a few days ago. It was probably just a hunting party, they weren't around for very long. Her delicate brow pinched as she looked up at her husband, Should I expect men in uniform? Where are they from? There was an understandable degree of worry to her voice. While they were in a very good position in terms of defense and fortification, most of the men who they could recruit from the town to do such a thing had been recruited similarly to Tristan. It was only similar in the sense of them being recruited, those men weren't afforded the frequent visits back to their home, spouse, child, and mistress.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

No, nothing to worry about. They should be from the church. Always going on about their heresy business. Tristan chuckled softly, They wouldn't dare set foot on my estate knowing full well what was done to them in Altenburg. I encountered them at the province border, they had word of a wanted heretic in the province and are trying to nab him. I just thought the church may actually have a lead this time instead of labeling everything as heresy as they did centuries ago. But it seems like my concern was misguided. Don't let it trouble you too much my love. He placed a kiss upon her brow, his arms wrapped around her in a brief embrace before he stepped away, I need to see to some things around the manor, but I will be in time for dinner. Maybe tea, if I am lucky. His thumb trailed against her cheek one last time before breaking contact, and stepping through the doorway, shutting the door silently behind him as his child slept in her cot. His smile melted away the moment the door clicked shut. Something was up, but as Sophia said, it could have been only a hunting party. What was a hunting party doing right outside the manor though, inside his estate? The thought of trespassers on his property annoyed him to no end and he made his first trip to find Seth, the butler. However, for whatever reason, the man was nowhere to be found. He's out in the garden, there was some problems with the glasshouse and tool shed I think? As he left the front door, he he noticed that his coat was nowhere to be seen, but that did not matter, perhaps... No, there was no reason for it. He made a mental note to return to it when he returned and went to meet Seth. Busy as always, I see. Tristan commented as he walked up to the man who had discarded his outer coat, rolled up his sleeves and removed his gloves. Happy to help where I can. How may I help, my lord? He raised an eyebrow, it was uncommon for the man to stray too far from his luxurious mansion when he was home, especially when the sun was up. Did you see or hear of any mounted men on horseback who made it into the estate a few days ago? Not to my knowledge. The guards did not report anything. No intrusions of any sort over the past month. Seth said, turning his eyes away from the glass door being replaced. Hm. Very well. Keep up the good work. Tristan turned to leave, still deep in thought. Could Sophia have been seeing things? Or maybe she saw the horsemen outside the estate? he should probably have asked for more information. But he trusted Seth, there was no intrusion. He found his brow dotted with sweat as he reached the foyer of the manor and wiped it off with a handkerchief. He tapped his chin, trying to recall where his coat went and retracing his steps. Then he remembered, Ida. He made his way to the servant wing on the ground floor, a path taken by him often whenever he was home. Thankfully, it was empty at this time of the day when everyone was out. He made his way to her room, and raised a hand to knock the door.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

Sophia smiled at her dear husband and laughed, shushing him softly. Tristan! You shouldn't talk like that. The chiding was playful, though she was devoutly religious there was no denying even in her eyes that sometimes the church went overboard. She returned his hug and pressed a kiss to his chin before her arms fell away and she let him withdraw. I'll see you at dinner, dearest. Her smile was nothing less than adoring as he departed and she let out a soft sigh before she stood and returned to her child's side to sit on the edge of the bed while the child napped. Once Ida had departed to her room with Tristan's coat in tow she had made off with it like a bandit to her room. She was one of the few servants who had her own room, her seniority over the other servants being the excuse for it. Ida wasn't old, of course, but she had been with the family since she was a young girl. She took her time to bathe and read a book before Tristan finally came in search for the coat, she was patient. The knock upon her door caused her to rise and set the book aside. She approached the door and opened it, M'lord. Her overly polite smile was accompanied by a mischievous tone to her voice. Did you require something of me? She wasn't nearly as pretty as Sophia, but her blonde hair gave her the illusion of being more beautiful than she really was. She tended to the indoors which meant her skin was nearly as pale as Sophia's, though it didn't have the same ivory tone as the Lady's. Her eyes were brown, a horrible and muddy shade of the color. There were dogs that had more beautiful shades of brown than her. But...she was accessible, easy, and willing when it came to Tristan. Her dress was grey as most of the servant's were so not to outshine Sophia's outfits at any time. The dresses were still of good craftsmanship and it was said the appearance of the servants was the best indication of the the disposition of the Lord towards his servants. That saying didn't take into account how that would be false if the Lord was aware of that fact, of course.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

My coat, Tristan stepped through the threshold of the room, easily pushing her away from the door. The heavy wooden door locked behind him as he continued forward, forcing her to take steps back or to collide with him. The young maid wore a grey frock, the uniform for all female servants that served in the manor itself. He stepped past her, Where is it? He asked, allowing for the agitation to creep into his voice, knowing all too well she hid it. She waited here for a reason, and he knew it too. Shortly after his arrivals back home and his wife put at ease, he would seek her out. She loved games, the young thing had attempted to deny him once, leaving him a trail of clues which led him into his study where she waited, perched on large mahogany table. He had picked the girl up when he was engaged, not out of pity of the young orphan but rather a requirement for more members of staff to be trained to fit into his future manor which was much larger than the one he had lived in then. He had her serve under the tutelage of a more senior female maid and had left her to fade into obscurity like the rest of his staff. However, in the days Sophia's womb swelled with his child, the girl took it upon herself to accompany him more and when he paid her little attention at first, she stole his hat and fled to her room. She was eager for attention, and she got it. He had punished her, having her redo her entire mattress again and again. But still, she flirted with him, like a cat enticing a tomcat to play with it and that was what what sent him over the edge. Just once. The pristine sheets dipped as he pierced her, her nether lips stretching to accommodate him as he tore her clothes off. And by the end of it, an unspoken agreement between the sweat-slicked two occurred. To stay silent of what happened in exchange for the promise of yet another time he would use her and she gladly complied, eager to receive his attention. The promise that he made to Sophia long forgotten in the throes of passion. And now, he turned back to her, noting how a mischievous grin lifted her lips, Why don't you stop pretending? Or would you like me to force an answer out of you? His voice was low and dangerous, but there was no hiding that it dripped with dark desire to see her bared to his gaze. They both knew what was coming, the moment she decided to keep her coat for herself, like the proverbial Forbidden Fruit.
Thread: The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

Ida's smile was nearly bursting as she attempted to contain it. While she managed to avoid laughing there was no way that she could speak a full sentence as he fitted her with that noble stare of his. It was a stare that demanded loyalty, respect, and answers. She'd damn near bite her tongue off before answering the question, though. M'Lord? Was all she could say without spilling and telling him where the coat was at. Agitated or not, she'd take the attention her Master gave to her. As he stepped forward, she stepped back in time so they never quite collided. She held no delusions of taking his wife's place, but his favor of her had earned her the promotion to senior maid when the older servants had taken their leave to retire. There were still maids who were more experienced than her, but she had a certain knack for finding a way to accomplish things even in the face of failure without upsetting him. His questions drove a wider smile to her lips even as he whispered the ominous 'threat' to her. I assure you M'Lord, I have no idea where your coat is. Where did you see it last? I could help you find it. She stepped closer to him and her hand sought out his crotch so she could run her hand along his clothed shaft.