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“So what are we going to do about this?” A few soldiers had gathered around the box, containing the head of The Beastmaster Alchemist. They murmured and muttered amongst themselves, unsure of where to take this, the Fuhrer was busy and interrupting him right now… It wouldn’t be good. “Don’t worry lads.” Second Lieutenant Falsem snaked his way into the conversation, his arms slithering around the soldiers and a coy smirk smeared across his face. “I’ll handle this little… Incident. Don’t go having a panic attack.” His arms were around the box as quick as they had been around their necks just seconds ago.

“T...Thank you Falsem...” One of them nods, removing his cap and twisting it between his hands… Perhaps it was just him, but he seemed to have an uneasy feeling around the Second Lieutenant; not an uncommon occurrence. 

“It’s not a problem at all boys.” Falsem’s smirk never left his face, even as he smiled at the men, waking away with the box. “Not a problem at all...” 


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“Hm?”[/color] Jason hadn’t been paying attention to the ramblings of the latest alchemist to enter the room. He was preoccupied in his own little world, thinking about this and that… His mind often drifted while he sat, if it wasn’t needing his immediate attention.[color=a0410d] “I wouldn’t call us freaks.” [/color]Jason smiled at the young man, [color=a0410d]“I think we’re just the unique researchers, Platinum Alchemist.” [/color]The room was rather… quiet, after all a Brigadier General was present. 

[color=a0410d]“It seems the Fuhrer will still be a few moments, so let’s get along shall we?”[/color] His eyes remained near vacant as he continued to smile at the Platinum Alchemist, he’d never been formally introduced to the man, but he knew of his reputation.