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Okay, powered through my writer's block. Excuse the blandness.
She breathed heavily, pain hammering in her sides. She couldn't bear it. It was tearing her apart. It gave no respite. And the hammering blows of the man's leg kept hitting her dilated waist with a wet sound. It was killing her. Although, her cries and screams were not centered in this fact. For, she wasn't the only in danger because of the merciless assault.
"Albert, you'll kill the baby! Please, in the name of Ishvala! Stop!"
Albert tilted his head. None of his formerly concerned and warm features were present. His face was twisted and contorted like worn leather in the verge of breaking, his eyes wide open with the nasty glint of madness upon him.
"A state alchemist cares not for an Ishvalan nor her halfbreed bastard!"
The nightmare forcefully awoke her, springing back to her feet and panting heavily. A couple of nearby rats squeaked as she pried herself of the rag she had used to sleep, squinting to adjust her sight to the dark, and damp location of the abandoned warehouse. She was back in central, after jumping in a train as stowaway. Her trip had been a waste of place. The rumours had been false. She had expected a secret laboratory of a dastardly alchemist, and instead she had met a wretched buffoon only worth of being squashed because he had fallen prey to his base instincts.
Not quite, there was a State alchemist. She thought to herself, as she shuddered so slightly. She had spared him. His eyes... were dead. Why had she doubted? Her task was not an easy one. Was it because, much like her, said alchemist was living in eternal damnation?
She couldn't afford being merciful a second time. This was central. She could not avoid the main issue and powerhouse any further. The days of smiting just peripheral alchemists had to come to an end. From here on, she would have to face the full wrath of Amestrian military in her crusade.
She breathed deep as she stretched. So many things to do...
---Some Time Later---
"Sergeant! Come here quick!" The guardsman yelled, his rifle unslung and ready. Just when he had found a cozy and nice job guarding the front gate of the Amestrian Central Command, and having got a girlfriend, things had to happen. Was God that cruel?
"What is it, soldier Schwein?" The burly man with the chiseled jaw, and a beard that would make a lumberjack bellowed, the uniform in the verge of ripping as he flexed his chest.
"Sir..." He said, pointed to an open bag. "It just...appeared out of nowhere. Sir."
"My...god." The burly man choked as he picked up the bag, examining its contents. A dead head, tongue drooping saluted him. His visage was contorted, and his eyes wide open. He had a violent death. And furthermore, whomever decapitated him had the sweet time to carve in his forehead the word "TOLL" with a knife. The sergeant recognized the azure eyes, the prominent nose and the balding head with few white strands. The Beastmaster Alchemist. A chimera specialist who had a prominent role in the Ishvalan operation, and now retired to live with his family and grandchildren.
"Who could've done this to old B'?" The soldier chimed in, barely restraining his nervousness.
"That bitch." The sergeant snarled, cursing. "I'll inform our superiors. The Wraith is back in Central. And she's declaring war."
"Albert, you'll kill the baby! Please, in the name of Ishvala! Stop!"
Albert tilted his head. None of his formerly concerned and warm features were present. His face was twisted and contorted like worn leather in the verge of breaking, his eyes wide open with the nasty glint of madness upon him.
"A state alchemist cares not for an Ishvalan nor her halfbreed bastard!"
The nightmare forcefully awoke her, springing back to her feet and panting heavily. A couple of nearby rats squeaked as she pried herself of the rag she had used to sleep, squinting to adjust her sight to the dark, and damp location of the abandoned warehouse. She was back in central, after jumping in a train as stowaway. Her trip had been a waste of place. The rumours had been false. She had expected a secret laboratory of a dastardly alchemist, and instead she had met a wretched buffoon only worth of being squashed because he had fallen prey to his base instincts.
Not quite, there was a State alchemist. She thought to herself, as she shuddered so slightly. She had spared him. His eyes... were dead. Why had she doubted? Her task was not an easy one. Was it because, much like her, said alchemist was living in eternal damnation?
She couldn't afford being merciful a second time. This was central. She could not avoid the main issue and powerhouse any further. The days of smiting just peripheral alchemists had to come to an end. From here on, she would have to face the full wrath of Amestrian military in her crusade.
She breathed deep as she stretched. So many things to do...
---Some Time Later---
"Sergeant! Come here quick!" The guardsman yelled, his rifle unslung and ready. Just when he had found a cozy and nice job guarding the front gate of the Amestrian Central Command, and having got a girlfriend, things had to happen. Was God that cruel?
"What is it, soldier Schwein?" The burly man with the chiseled jaw, and a beard that would make a lumberjack bellowed, the uniform in the verge of ripping as he flexed his chest.
"Sir..." He said, pointed to an open bag. "It just...appeared out of nowhere. Sir."
"My...god." The burly man choked as he picked up the bag, examining its contents. A dead head, tongue drooping saluted him. His visage was contorted, and his eyes wide open. He had a violent death. And furthermore, whomever decapitated him had the sweet time to carve in his forehead the word "TOLL" with a knife. The sergeant recognized the azure eyes, the prominent nose and the balding head with few white strands. The Beastmaster Alchemist. A chimera specialist who had a prominent role in the Ishvalan operation, and now retired to live with his family and grandchildren.
"Who could've done this to old B'?" The soldier chimed in, barely restraining his nervousness.
"That bitch." The sergeant snarled, cursing. "I'll inform our superiors. The Wraith is back in Central. And she's declaring war."
@DarkwolfX37 Stop trying to feel like a doctor and start feeling like a child the day before Christmas. Geesh. Patience. Haha.
Also what happened to your character, @DarkwolfX37?
Shiro's frown did not leave the entire time when the cat snapped back, followed by the oni who somehow had been enthralled by his choice of words. Already giving trouble, wasn't he? Plus the Oni girl seemed to have some to say in the matter. No wonder, Shiro's voice had never been the craftiest nor the most polite. But he made a policy to not lie, nor make trickery if he could help it.
"I am not the one who wantomly broke the rules, neglecting fellow guildmembers a say on the matter. How can the guild trust a negotiator who uses tricks to get comrades? Get that right, you're not really helping towards making this entire venture successful if you don't abide what was set. First we choose teams, then we pick the jobs. I've seen draw blood for quarrels here, for reasons half as stupid as yours."
He threw his arms up. "But yeah, call me a moronic idiot, tell my yelling is unfitting, but in all honesty, which place is better to discuss things? Outside, on the wilds? Among humans who ostracize or fear us? What happens in the guild, it stays in the guild, cheeky brats." The wolf spirit snorted as he followed suit.
"I am not the one who wantomly broke the rules, neglecting fellow guildmembers a say on the matter. How can the guild trust a negotiator who uses tricks to get comrades? Get that right, you're not really helping towards making this entire venture successful if you don't abide what was set. First we choose teams, then we pick the jobs. I've seen draw blood for quarrels here, for reasons half as stupid as yours."
He threw his arms up. "But yeah, call me a moronic idiot, tell my yelling is unfitting, but in all honesty, which place is better to discuss things? Outside, on the wilds? Among humans who ostracize or fear us? What happens in the guild, it stays in the guild, cheeky brats." The wolf spirit snorted as he followed suit.
Crafty cats oughta be punished by Tsun companions.
Shiro's ears twitched, as his semblance twisted back and forth, emitting humming sounds as he thought, having partial awareness of his surroundings. The black hare came and went, saluting him. He nodded him back in acknowledgement. It didn't hurt to be civil, as he wasn't going to eat him anyway. The guild had clearly stated fellow spirit members were not to be eaten.
And then, the Kodama from the forest. A particular individual, to say the slightlest. Some days they both were trading barbs, some days he just felt like wanting to use her grove as marking grounds, and other days they were pretty okay in terms. It was variable, like nature. And as such, he wasn't going to ask WHY she was giving a faint but definitively present scent of puke. Maybe some of the other spirits got really wasted on the grove? He couldn't know.
And then a ghost took the job of the killer. Oddly fitting. Also an unedible spirit.
However, what really made him open and squint his eyes in annoyance was the definitely feline smell coming his way and snatching the VERY JOB HE WAS CONSIDERING rudely, without asking anyone else. His visage curled in a snarl, his gaze becoming two narrow slits.
And then the younger Miya the Oni expressed her desire to join the Nekomata. Shiro smelled a ploy. A deft cunning move of the cat to actually capitalize and hog the glory for himself. Even though the fox had expressed her desire to join, and a cat had done aswell, Shiro could not let stand such foul play, companions be damned! Even if the Kirin hunt was growing appealing in his mind, for he could eat such a delicacy while they were at it, he had things to set straight.
So, he advanced on the back of the Nekomata and elongated his hand, hooked into a claw, clamping the rude fool's head, but not applying enough pressure to make it hurtful.
"HOLD. IT. RIGH. THERE." He snarled, lips curling, nose crinkling and fangs bared, denoting his disapproval. "What do you think you're doing, you feline swindler? Whisking away the winged lizard job for you and yourself only? AS IF! Were you trying perhaps to avoid people like me so you could give free reign to your crafty mitts and swindle the beast to your liking? I will not stand for it!" He snorted.
"And even if you are such a undesirable companion, I shall join the task. I will...be...watching...you." The wolf spirit snorted.
And then, the Kodama from the forest. A particular individual, to say the slightlest. Some days they both were trading barbs, some days he just felt like wanting to use her grove as marking grounds, and other days they were pretty okay in terms. It was variable, like nature. And as such, he wasn't going to ask WHY she was giving a faint but definitively present scent of puke. Maybe some of the other spirits got really wasted on the grove? He couldn't know.
And then a ghost took the job of the killer. Oddly fitting. Also an unedible spirit.
However, what really made him open and squint his eyes in annoyance was the definitely feline smell coming his way and snatching the VERY JOB HE WAS CONSIDERING rudely, without asking anyone else. His visage curled in a snarl, his gaze becoming two narrow slits.
And then the younger Miya the Oni expressed her desire to join the Nekomata. Shiro smelled a ploy. A deft cunning move of the cat to actually capitalize and hog the glory for himself. Even though the fox had expressed her desire to join, and a cat had done aswell, Shiro could not let stand such foul play, companions be damned! Even if the Kirin hunt was growing appealing in his mind, for he could eat such a delicacy while they were at it, he had things to set straight.
So, he advanced on the back of the Nekomata and elongated his hand, hooked into a claw, clamping the rude fool's head, but not applying enough pressure to make it hurtful.
"HOLD. IT. RIGH. THERE." He snarled, lips curling, nose crinkling and fangs bared, denoting his disapproval. "What do you think you're doing, you feline swindler? Whisking away the winged lizard job for you and yourself only? AS IF! Were you trying perhaps to avoid people like me so you could give free reign to your crafty mitts and swindle the beast to your liking? I will not stand for it!" He snorted.
"And even if you are such a undesirable companion, I shall join the task. I will...be...watching...you." The wolf spirit snorted.
I dunno, more people like Takashi.
Not sure if posting now or waiting.
I might take to reply. Job interviews.
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