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AMSIF Barracks
Early Morning
Like every morning, Amelie woke with little fanfare, her eyes opening to a dark room and a day where the sun had not yet risen. The cold atmosphere made her left shoulder ache, parts of it still numb where the metal of her automail met with skin. After nearly a decade of living with it however, she had grown used to the inconvenience and slid out from her assigned cot. Her hair trailed behind her, a long blonde mess that stuck out in every which way as she slipped into her training outfit of a white tank top tucked into form fitting pants. Afterwards she spent the rest of her time doing the rest of her morning rituals with no real urgency or rush. After all, she had already been accepted into AMSIF and they had yet to assign her to anything as of this moment. All things would happen in due time.
Training Room
Morning
The quiet thumping of metal and flesh contacting wood served to drown out Amelie's thoughts as she practiced on the wing chun dummy. She had already built up a sweat from her earlier run and routine. Right now in the training room, she was as alone in her mind as the room was, memories and scattered tangents roiling through her mind. As of late and for no particular reason, she kept on remembering the accident which led to her lost arm and as usual when those unpleasant memories rose again, she tried to drown them in a sea of trivia and facts on topics that ranged from history and alchemy down to what flowers were currently in season currently and in the next.
A sudden jolt of pain arced through her automail into the all the nerves delicately attached at her shoulder, shooting through her spine and then catapaulting its way all the way up to her brain. The brief discomfort made her hesitate for only a moment as she completed out the last set of her current form. Once they were done, she drew back from the dummy slightly, her eyes dully locked onto her arm as she experimentally flexed her steel muscles and fibers.
She then quickly resumed her forms.
Blue Iris Café
Afternoon
Outside a slightly out of the way café at a table at the outside patio covered in shade by the surrounding buildings that seemed to loom over, Amelie was sitting on the slightly uncomfortable and chic metallic chair, a book in one hand and a stress ball in the other. At the foot of the table, a messenger bag relaxed on one of the legs while the top held two cups of coffee steaming next a small collection of origami animals. The cup closest to her had been browned thoroughly while it's opposite companion that waited at an empty seat across from the woman with the monstrous sweet tooth was pure black.
The empty seat would not have to wait long for a recepient however, as a woman with long auburn hair and soft caramel eyes playfully placed her chin on top of Amelie's head. The acrobat's view of her book obscured by a trio of fresh flowers, their fragrance intermingling deeply with the new woman's own. Amelie retaliated with a light smack of the leather cover of which she was rewarded with light laughter and a gentle hug. Roselyn glided over to her seat afterwards and the pair began to talk the afternoon away.
AMSIF Barracks
Night
Three fresh flowers beamed brightly from a vase situated at the corner of Amelie's desk. They had joined a number of others that were still alive, but obviously not flourishing as they could have been. Their bright aura contrasted nicely with the dry eyes that plagued her face as a loud
"hnnng" sounded throughout the barracks accompanied by the cracking and popping from stretching cramped muscles and joints that came from doing endless amounts of paperwork for the last few hours. Despite already being accepted, there were still a number of forms that she still had to soldier through, though most of it was mainly doing the introduction research and reading through all dry manuals that AMSIF assigned to all new members.
Still, she did her best to write the most diligent notes she could so that if she ever had to reference any of it, sleep wouldn't threaten her if she did so. There were also a number of personal papers that were neatly tucked away into their own separate corners with the thickest stacks being the various research notes that her sister was willing to share with her and wanted to pass on to their mother who was technically Amelie's colleague - the thought still weirded her out.
She had her fill of writing and technical texts however and decided that the rest of her night would be better spent finishing the book Roselyn had recommended.
Training Room
Morning
Some days later
The only sound in the training room was the quiet thumping of metal and flesh on wood. After a few short days, Amelie had already set her regular rhythm around the building, though the thoughts of the accident kept on resurfacing more and more and her steel limb continued to complain and ache.
The slow humdrum was broken however when a blonde girl stormed, annoyance surrounding her body as she held her blade and wailed on another wooden dummy. Intrigued and curious, Amelie stopped her own exercises and observed the girl as she went through her saber forms.
The way the girl moved, her stances, her mannerisms, the unnerving strength behind each blow, it reminded Amelie of a certain living Wall of Briggs. Coupled with the distinctive sword, her looks, and the fact that Amelie had seen her in passing several times before, the investigator had a solid guess that the girl standing before her was probably Olivia Armstrong. It was said that she too had recently joined AMSIF, and Amelie supposed that those rumors weren't wrong anymore.
Curiousity continued to drive Amelie forward as she searched for a short, thin training sword, which didn't take her long. Testing the balance of the blade, the acrobat made her way towards one of the training rings and stood dead center as she called out to the girl with solid, but not unnecessarily loud,
"Hey." Amelie waited until she had caught the Armstrong's attention, training blade casually relaxed and held in comfortable grip in her left hand before continuing with a simple
"Olivia right? I'm Amelie. Wanna spar?"
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