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

Aisyah All of the training Aisyah had been through assisted in her being able to notice Markos' shoulders relaxing. ... Luckily for him, they were in the middle of something much more important than a game of twenty questions. So, just as she'd done with his book, she tucked the possibilities behind the gesture away, as well as what it may not end up meaning. While Aisyah got up to her feet, Markos would quickly note a few things. How well or much he may or may not pay heed was another story. First and foremost, the jacket fit almost perfectly. She was indeed only two to three inches shorter, having ended up being far taller than most women her age. A quick estimate would suggest she was five feet nine, maybe even ten, inches tall. She hadn't only grown vertically, either. True, it was probably to be expected that she would have a bust now, that was. They weren't overly huge, but definitely not small either. In fact, they were Ds 34Ds to be more exact. But perhaps the most distinct change in Aisyah would be the look in her eyes. The moment she got the gun and tucked it away in one of the inside pockets, a very firm and determined expression crossed her face. Almost like someone had activated some sort of a switch where she was now in a soldier-like mode. I can imagine, she replied, nervously smiling back at Markos. I'd hate to be alone in this exact spot myself. Even though the gun was concealed, she still remained behind Markos now simply to make it more difficult to spot the slight tilt in the jacket she was wearing from where the gun was hidden and angled at. To be fair, she felt rather certain that if the absolute worst situations came up, she wouldn't even need a gun. Still, she didn't want to lose it if Aisyah could help it. Especially since this wasn't even hers . She didn't want Markos to get in trouble for her being careless. The duo wouldn't even get into the room with the engine and controls. They would only walk a few more cars further before seeing that, yes, there was a problem. Four Amestrians - all male and all holding their own guns - were walking down the aisles, ensuring no one made any foolish or bold moves. What they didn't know - but probably could guess - was the actual reason the rain wasn't moving yet was due to a fifth member, whom was keeping the conductor held at gunpoint. Damnit, one cursed, This is exactly why I said at least one of you bastards should have gone into the other cars. Ah well. Hands up, both of you! Move nice and slow, and only put them on top of your heads! Aisyah would give Markos an affirmative nod, signaling that - for now - playing along would be the smartest move. If this was happening in their car, where there had been almost no one else around, she would have been okay pulling the gun out and shooting. But as things were, they were two of the numerous possible options for hostages. Showing she was armed would definitely make this much worse before better ... or even proving she could hold her own in a fight. Thank Ishvala you used the inside pocket to hide it, she thought, slowly putting her hands on top of her head as instructed. Sure, they may still find the gun. But most people didn't check inside pockets first, or ever. Hopefully that would work in their favor right now ... or for long enough to find an opportunity to improve their survival odds rather causing them to become worse.