[MS] "The Firewall" Travels (Day 1-)
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The events seemingly days prior held fast in Iza's head. The shame as fresh as when it was first placed. With a sigh, he looked around the environment, the sun shone high. And reminded him not to dwindle. Should he have the chance to explain, good. Should he not. It wasn't the end of the world.
...
The nature of this place.. It was amazing... He wished he could study it. He wished he coule research it...
Unfortunately, he had not the time. And thus he needed to focus once more at the task at hand.. The force was moving, and that meant he was moving. He needed to be alert, and aware. He already promised to support this team to the best of his ability.
However much that was...
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The nature of this place.. It was amazing... He wished he could study it. He wished he coule research it...
Unfortunately, he had not the time. And thus he needed to focus once more at the task at hand.. The force was moving, and that meant he was moving. He needed to be alert, and aware. He already promised to support this team to the best of his ability.
However much that was...
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“Here we go! Solid marching guys, you look almost as good as- whoops!” Mirage nearly fell face first into the grass as he twirled around, barely catching his footing.
“Woah, yeah, good job everyone, keep uh, doing what you’re doing. I’m gonna go check up front.”
Mirage took to a jog to make it to the front with the group. He glanced at each member of his squad, seeing if anyone was up for talking. The sigh from the kid with the robes caught his attention. The legend duplicated himself to march with the soldiers before catching up to see what was going on with the kid, hearing him sigh as he looked off into the horizon.
“Hey kid, what’s with the face, you look like you got rejected or something?” He paused, thinking. “Wait, did you? That’s my bad, but hey, even I get rejected, and I’ve got both looks, skills, and brain? Oh, and don’t forget the charm!”
“Oh, sorry, I guess I’m just a little embarrassed. I tried to help somebody out earlier and ended up being mistaken for a pervert.” The kid gave a half-hearted smile. “Hopefully, it wasn’t too bad, I wasn’t trying to do that.”
The trickster gave Izaneus a slap on the back. “Hey, no worries kid, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been called a pervert, and half the time I don’t even know why! I guess it comes with being this handsome. Ladies come around, so you shouldn’t worry about it too much. Just go with the flow like your good pal Mirage and we’ll be champions in no time. What's your name again?"
"Oh, it's Izaneus."
Mirage paused for a moment. He must have heard that wrong. Maybe it was a codename for something.
"Mind if I just call ya Iza for short?"
"I guess that works, yeah?"
"Well, Iza, you work your magic and I'll work mine. We got a great team here, so don't let anything stop you, got it?"
“Woah, yeah, good job everyone, keep uh, doing what you’re doing. I’m gonna go check up front.”
Mirage took to a jog to make it to the front with the group. He glanced at each member of his squad, seeing if anyone was up for talking. The sigh from the kid with the robes caught his attention. The legend duplicated himself to march with the soldiers before catching up to see what was going on with the kid, hearing him sigh as he looked off into the horizon.
“Hey kid, what’s with the face, you look like you got rejected or something?” He paused, thinking. “Wait, did you? That’s my bad, but hey, even I get rejected, and I’ve got both looks, skills, and brain? Oh, and don’t forget the charm!”
“Oh, sorry, I guess I’m just a little embarrassed. I tried to help somebody out earlier and ended up being mistaken for a pervert.” The kid gave a half-hearted smile. “Hopefully, it wasn’t too bad, I wasn’t trying to do that.”
The trickster gave Izaneus a slap on the back. “Hey, no worries kid, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been called a pervert, and half the time I don’t even know why! I guess it comes with being this handsome. Ladies come around, so you shouldn’t worry about it too much. Just go with the flow like your good pal Mirage and we’ll be champions in no time. What's your name again?"
"Oh, it's Izaneus."
Mirage paused for a moment. He must have heard that wrong. Maybe it was a codename for something.
"Mind if I just call ya Iza for short?"
"I guess that works, yeah?"
"Well, Iza, you work your magic and I'll work mine. We got a great team here, so don't let anything stop you, got it?"
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Iza was once more reminded of his love/hate relationship with strenuous physical exercise. On the one hand. He loved growing stronger. And he loved the progression he could go through.
On the other hand, he hated wearing himself out.
Which the march was currently doing.
Albeit, he knew why he was doing this, and was far from complaining. If he needed to do something he would.
He looked around, enjoying the environment still as they marched along, silently wishing he could get back to his studies.
Allowing some simple fire to run along his arm, he watched with delight at its small orange trail. He sighed as he watched it slowly go around his hand, zigzagged around his fingers.
Suddenly, he felt reinvigorated. And watched with a small satisfied smile as he played with a bit of harmless tricks.
Iza was once more reminded of his love/hate relationship with strenuous physical exercise. On the one hand. He loved growing stronger. And he loved the progression he could go through.
On the other hand, he hated wearing himself out.
Which the march was currently doing.
Albeit, he knew why he was doing this, and was far from complaining. If he needed to do something he would.
He looked around, enjoying the environment still as they marched along, silently wishing he could get back to his studies.
Allowing some simple fire to run along his arm, he watched with delight at its small orange trail. He sighed as he watched it slowly go around his hand, zigzagged around his fingers.
Suddenly, he felt reinvigorated. And watched with a small satisfied smile as he played with a bit of harmless tricks.
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Mustang supervised some basic drills during the mid-day break In the march. Even simple activities like erecting a sandbag barricade would be better to learn now than when your position was being charged by unmade horrors. To their credit, the volunteer soldiers proved to be quite applied to the task. By this point the reality of the agreement they had signed up for was landing, and the nerves were only going to grow the closer they reached to the front lines. It was a focus born of desperation, and Mustang did not intend to let it go to waste.
He stalked back and forth amidst the shouts of drill sergeants offering comments and praise where appropriate to keep the soldiers engaged with the proper aspects of the task. The accents and voices were foreign, but the feel of a military academy was still very much present in the air. The smell of sweat and the collective concentration of attention had a palpable aura, even in such an impromptu setting as this. It was with a faint smile of satisfaction that Mustang reached the end of his circuit. Glancing to one side he noticed the young mage Izaneus his fingers wreathed in a dancing flame as he practiced his arcane arts. Mustang strode over to him, hands in the pockets of his uniform. He offered a nod of greeting when the young mage noted his approach.
"It’s a good heat." the State alchemist noted, watching the flame the young man was creating, "You can maintain a flame like that for a long while with just the natural flow of air.”
Izaneus looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I agree. It helps work the ache out of your muscles.” As he spoke, the young man tossed his arm up lightly. Two lengths of flame arced upwards from his fingers, spiraling around each other before forming into a coiling ball of heat and light which Izaneus caught in his hand again with a smile.
Mustang nodded. “Fire is a versatile tool, and I’ll admit that I am fond of it.” He pulled one hand from his pocket, displaying the transmutation circle inked into the back of his glove. “The most important aspect of fire is its control. Fire is rage and power, if you wield it too brazenly you will end up regretting it. Your fire will burn everything you allow it to. It’s a hungry mouth, ready and waiting for a bone to be thrown its way.”
Mustang turned his attention to a nearby bush, growing green and lush. He held up the ignition clothed hand.
*Snap*
A conflagration engulfed the shrub, but Mustang’s alchemy had created a dead space of oxygen between the plant itself and the sudden flames. His alchemical fire greedily consumed the concentrated oxygen he had manipulated, and when the inferno abated seconds later, the bush remained intact. It’s leaves moved as the air currents readjusted in the wake of the combustion.
“ If you want to seize the power of fire, you must make sure it will burn precisely what you plan it will.”
*Snap*
A thin trail of alchemical light arced forwards this time, and one lone leaf of the bush ignited instantly, burning to ash within seconds. Mustang turned back to Izaneus with a faint smile.
“Now let me see what you can m-” He cut off as a rumble echoed through the camp. Tents swayed and trees rattled as branches scraped one another. Something had occurred to the South. Judging by the tremors, something important as well. For the briefest of moments, Mustang was back in the train on Cevanti. The moment before the power of their planet's arbiter had nearly heralded the end of life as they knew it. He braced for the screaming to start, but as quickly as the shockwave struck, it dissipated back into idle wind. The mage Izaneus glanced about with clear unease, his flames constricting into thin licks as he eyed the surroundings. Mustang frowned, his eyes turning southwards.
“What the hell was that?” Mustang's question trailed off as one of the sergeants arrived with a breathless messenger in tow. Her sense of urgency was tangible even from a distance.
“Dammit! What does that bastard think he’s doing! Executing messengers?” Mustang slammed a hand onto the table, taking only a little solace in the solid impact.
They had relocated to the command tent, where the messenger woman, Scáthach, had outlined a distinctly different report than the one Gilgamesh had sent him that morning.
“They are the enemy.” Lieutenant Violet offered from one side of the tent, though she was scowling as she spoke. “He’s not incorrect to defend his men.”
“If he had detained them that would be one thing.” Mustang growled, propping his elbows on the desk and holding his hands together in thought, “But this behavior is no better than they would have received from an Unmaking force. I will not allow us to sink to that level.”
After a moment’s consideration he looked towards his other lieutenant, who was pacing the room with something akin to nervous energy.
“Lieutenant Mirage. I have a task for you. “ The pilot paused, glancing up with a hint of apprehension before his characteristic smile returned.
“Oh yeah?”
“Take Sergeant Scáthach and some men to deliver a personal message from me to our general in gold. Tell him that we are not Unmaking, nor are we imitators of their savagery. He has defended his position as requested, and is to be commended for such. However, if he continues to flaunt lives in this manner, I will see him removed from his position personally."
The Apex legend seemed to think better of the quip he was halfway to voicing, giving a nod instead.
"Will do, boss."
"Lieutenant Uzumaki, prepare to press forwards. It seems the front lines may be forming without us. That is all!”
Mustang took a deep breath after the pair exited the tent. He had known that Gilgamesh would be likely to cause trouble, but he had assumed the man realized the position they were in enough that he would not let vanity dictate his plans to this extent. He ground his knuckles against the table, looking at the map in front of him. If they started squabbling with the Hell divers in force down at the south of the island, then Unmaking forces would have little resistance to an assault on their territory from the north. If he continued to ignore the problem Gilgamesh was presenting, he had little doubt it would only continue to grow. He was already disparaging his lieutenants in his correspondence, even before this most recent whistle-blowing.
Dammit. He needed to do something.
His mind made up, Mustang swept away from the map and began shouting orders for the force to get back on the march.
He stalked back and forth amidst the shouts of drill sergeants offering comments and praise where appropriate to keep the soldiers engaged with the proper aspects of the task. The accents and voices were foreign, but the feel of a military academy was still very much present in the air. The smell of sweat and the collective concentration of attention had a palpable aura, even in such an impromptu setting as this. It was with a faint smile of satisfaction that Mustang reached the end of his circuit. Glancing to one side he noticed the young mage Izaneus his fingers wreathed in a dancing flame as he practiced his arcane arts. Mustang strode over to him, hands in the pockets of his uniform. He offered a nod of greeting when the young mage noted his approach.
"It’s a good heat." the State alchemist noted, watching the flame the young man was creating, "You can maintain a flame like that for a long while with just the natural flow of air.”
Izaneus looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I agree. It helps work the ache out of your muscles.” As he spoke, the young man tossed his arm up lightly. Two lengths of flame arced upwards from his fingers, spiraling around each other before forming into a coiling ball of heat and light which Izaneus caught in his hand again with a smile.
Mustang nodded. “Fire is a versatile tool, and I’ll admit that I am fond of it.” He pulled one hand from his pocket, displaying the transmutation circle inked into the back of his glove. “The most important aspect of fire is its control. Fire is rage and power, if you wield it too brazenly you will end up regretting it. Your fire will burn everything you allow it to. It’s a hungry mouth, ready and waiting for a bone to be thrown its way.”
Mustang turned his attention to a nearby bush, growing green and lush. He held up the ignition clothed hand.
*Snap*
A conflagration engulfed the shrub, but Mustang’s alchemy had created a dead space of oxygen between the plant itself and the sudden flames. His alchemical fire greedily consumed the concentrated oxygen he had manipulated, and when the inferno abated seconds later, the bush remained intact. It’s leaves moved as the air currents readjusted in the wake of the combustion.
“ If you want to seize the power of fire, you must make sure it will burn precisely what you plan it will.”
*Snap*
A thin trail of alchemical light arced forwards this time, and one lone leaf of the bush ignited instantly, burning to ash within seconds. Mustang turned back to Izaneus with a faint smile.
“Now let me see what you can m-” He cut off as a rumble echoed through the camp. Tents swayed and trees rattled as branches scraped one another. Something had occurred to the South. Judging by the tremors, something important as well. For the briefest of moments, Mustang was back in the train on Cevanti. The moment before the power of their planet's arbiter had nearly heralded the end of life as they knew it. He braced for the screaming to start, but as quickly as the shockwave struck, it dissipated back into idle wind. The mage Izaneus glanced about with clear unease, his flames constricting into thin licks as he eyed the surroundings. Mustang frowned, his eyes turning southwards.
“What the hell was that?” Mustang's question trailed off as one of the sergeants arrived with a breathless messenger in tow. Her sense of urgency was tangible even from a distance.
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“Dammit! What does that bastard think he’s doing! Executing messengers?” Mustang slammed a hand onto the table, taking only a little solace in the solid impact.
They had relocated to the command tent, where the messenger woman, Scáthach, had outlined a distinctly different report than the one Gilgamesh had sent him that morning.
“They are the enemy.” Lieutenant Violet offered from one side of the tent, though she was scowling as she spoke. “He’s not incorrect to defend his men.”
“If he had detained them that would be one thing.” Mustang growled, propping his elbows on the desk and holding his hands together in thought, “But this behavior is no better than they would have received from an Unmaking force. I will not allow us to sink to that level.”
After a moment’s consideration he looked towards his other lieutenant, who was pacing the room with something akin to nervous energy.
“Lieutenant Mirage. I have a task for you. “ The pilot paused, glancing up with a hint of apprehension before his characteristic smile returned.
“Oh yeah?”
“Take Sergeant Scáthach and some men to deliver a personal message from me to our general in gold. Tell him that we are not Unmaking, nor are we imitators of their savagery. He has defended his position as requested, and is to be commended for such. However, if he continues to flaunt lives in this manner, I will see him removed from his position personally."
The Apex legend seemed to think better of the quip he was halfway to voicing, giving a nod instead.
"Will do, boss."
"Lieutenant Uzumaki, prepare to press forwards. It seems the front lines may be forming without us. That is all!”
Mustang took a deep breath after the pair exited the tent. He had known that Gilgamesh would be likely to cause trouble, but he had assumed the man realized the position they were in enough that he would not let vanity dictate his plans to this extent. He ground his knuckles against the table, looking at the map in front of him. If they started squabbling with the Hell divers in force down at the south of the island, then Unmaking forces would have little resistance to an assault on their territory from the north. If he continued to ignore the problem Gilgamesh was presenting, he had little doubt it would only continue to grow. He was already disparaging his lieutenants in his correspondence, even before this most recent whistle-blowing.
Dammit. He needed to do something.
His mind made up, Mustang swept away from the map and began shouting orders for the force to get back on the march.
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Possibilities and contingencies swirled in Mustang’s head as he stood a short distance away from the pair of Apex Legends. Mirage looked a tad sheepish but seemed confident in his decision. He actually seemed more at ease, somehow, despite the tense nature of the situation. Lieutenant Violet moved up next to Mustang with a raised eyebrow. She was awaiting orders for the troops. They were close to the front, on edge from the reports they were hearing, and now a large contingent of the enemy’s forces had intercepted them on the march. This had to be handled delicately.
“This is an unexpected appearance General Wraith, to say the least.” Mustang crossed his arms, frowning slightly, “You seem to have acquired an officer of mine. I’m pleased to see he’s still in one piece.”
“He’s hard to keep down.” She offered in response, “In case it’s not obvious by this point, I am here to talk.”
Mustang nodded. “Lieutenant Uzumaki, have our men pull back a bit, General Wraith will do the same, I am sure. Neither of us want a stray soldier’s grudge causing a bloodbath here.”
Wraith nodded, then gave a wave to one of her own officers. Both armies distanced themselves. A few men came forward from Mustang’s force and a tent was hastily put up for the negotiations. A few chairs were placed, but there was some trouble finding an updated map for them to consult. It would have to wait. Mustang settled down in one of the three chairs, wraith in another, the two of them sat in silence for a moment, taking their measure of each other. Mirage moved into the third seat, his apprehension translating to a nervous fidgeting as he watched the pair of them.
“Uh, so I was thinking-“ the pilot began, but Mustang spoke over him
“One of my lieutenants is sent with direct orders to personally oversee and report on the behavior of one of the most important members of our coalition. His soldiers arrive commander-less and confused, unable to even offer a clear explanation of where the man has gone.” Mustang spoke with a gruff edge. He was not honeying his words, but his temperament seemed in control for the moment.
“Now, a few scant hours after reading that report, I find him alongside a general from the opposing team, who has happened upon our location. Many would see this situation as defection, worthy of a court-marshalling, or at the very least grounds to strip him of his rank.” His eyes bored into Mirage steadily, face remaining impassive aside from a faint frown.
“You’re not a soldier, that’s obvious, but you’ve got enough sense to know how bad this looks. That tells me you’re up to something you think is important enough to warrant coming back here to face me in person.”
Mirage continued to fidget, “Bamboozled?” He responded with a hesitant smile.
“Let me ask you a question about appearances then, Commander Mustang.” Wraith spoke up. She was much harder to read than her apex comrade, “When people approach you requesting to talk, is it common practice to have them killed? It’s been a while since I’ve been around Cevanti’s military, so I’m a bit out of practice on their procedures.”
Mustang flinched, leaning back with a sigh.
“It is not. I had expected that Gilgamesh would be trouble, but I should not have placed him at the crux of such a vital situation. His behavior is childish and unacceptable. I do not plan to sit idly while he continues to prove himself no better than the Unmade monsters we are here to face.”
“They’re at the temple already.” Wraith volunteered with a faint nod. “They pounced on Coba the second we left it behind us. From what I’ve been told the place is a smoking crater now.”
“That would be their methodology, yes. The Unmaking does not believe in conquest, only mindless destruction and carnage. It cannot be reasoned with or turned away without force of arms. I’ve seen the unmaking firsthand and paid the price for that lesson. I do not intend to allow it to spread, neither here on this island, nor on the crossroads at large.”
Wraith crossed her arms, gaze still hard as she studied Mustang. “A nice sentiment, but your general seems less than invested in your cause.”
“That will be dealt with.” Mustang frowned more deeply. “His treatment of your troops is not something I can condone, nor can I condemn the man fully for defending the position I ordered him to hold. However, we are not the unmaking, nor are Flynn’s Hell divers. We can reach a middle ground on this matter, at least for long enough to see those abominations destroyed.”
Mustang leaned forward his hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. A tentative smile formed at the edge of his mouth.
“The Law of Equivalent Exchange.” He stated. The pair of legends shared a glance as he continued.
“To obtain something, something of equal value must be lost. It’s a cornerstone of alchemy, a cornerstone of the universe itself if you ask some of us. We both have things that we want to obtain from this meeting. You want justice for the slaying of your men, I want to see the Unmaking threat ended, without delay.”
He leveled his gaze on Wraith, watching her visage for the slightest hinting of her disposition.
“That’s one half of our formula. Now all that’s required is to determine what we are willing to sacrifice in return.”
“This is an unexpected appearance General Wraith, to say the least.” Mustang crossed his arms, frowning slightly, “You seem to have acquired an officer of mine. I’m pleased to see he’s still in one piece.”
“He’s hard to keep down.” She offered in response, “In case it’s not obvious by this point, I am here to talk.”
Mustang nodded. “Lieutenant Uzumaki, have our men pull back a bit, General Wraith will do the same, I am sure. Neither of us want a stray soldier’s grudge causing a bloodbath here.”
Wraith nodded, then gave a wave to one of her own officers. Both armies distanced themselves. A few men came forward from Mustang’s force and a tent was hastily put up for the negotiations. A few chairs were placed, but there was some trouble finding an updated map for them to consult. It would have to wait. Mustang settled down in one of the three chairs, wraith in another, the two of them sat in silence for a moment, taking their measure of each other. Mirage moved into the third seat, his apprehension translating to a nervous fidgeting as he watched the pair of them.
“Uh, so I was thinking-“ the pilot began, but Mustang spoke over him
“One of my lieutenants is sent with direct orders to personally oversee and report on the behavior of one of the most important members of our coalition. His soldiers arrive commander-less and confused, unable to even offer a clear explanation of where the man has gone.” Mustang spoke with a gruff edge. He was not honeying his words, but his temperament seemed in control for the moment.
“Now, a few scant hours after reading that report, I find him alongside a general from the opposing team, who has happened upon our location. Many would see this situation as defection, worthy of a court-marshalling, or at the very least grounds to strip him of his rank.” His eyes bored into Mirage steadily, face remaining impassive aside from a faint frown.
“You’re not a soldier, that’s obvious, but you’ve got enough sense to know how bad this looks. That tells me you’re up to something you think is important enough to warrant coming back here to face me in person.”
Mirage continued to fidget, “Bamboozled?” He responded with a hesitant smile.
“Let me ask you a question about appearances then, Commander Mustang.” Wraith spoke up. She was much harder to read than her apex comrade, “When people approach you requesting to talk, is it common practice to have them killed? It’s been a while since I’ve been around Cevanti’s military, so I’m a bit out of practice on their procedures.”
Mustang flinched, leaning back with a sigh.
“It is not. I had expected that Gilgamesh would be trouble, but I should not have placed him at the crux of such a vital situation. His behavior is childish and unacceptable. I do not plan to sit idly while he continues to prove himself no better than the Unmade monsters we are here to face.”
“They’re at the temple already.” Wraith volunteered with a faint nod. “They pounced on Coba the second we left it behind us. From what I’ve been told the place is a smoking crater now.”
“That would be their methodology, yes. The Unmaking does not believe in conquest, only mindless destruction and carnage. It cannot be reasoned with or turned away without force of arms. I’ve seen the unmaking firsthand and paid the price for that lesson. I do not intend to allow it to spread, neither here on this island, nor on the crossroads at large.”
Wraith crossed her arms, gaze still hard as she studied Mustang. “A nice sentiment, but your general seems less than invested in your cause.”
“That will be dealt with.” Mustang frowned more deeply. “His treatment of your troops is not something I can condone, nor can I condemn the man fully for defending the position I ordered him to hold. However, we are not the unmaking, nor are Flynn’s Hell divers. We can reach a middle ground on this matter, at least for long enough to see those abominations destroyed.”
Mustang leaned forward his hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. A tentative smile formed at the edge of his mouth.
“The Law of Equivalent Exchange.” He stated. The pair of legends shared a glance as he continued.
“To obtain something, something of equal value must be lost. It’s a cornerstone of alchemy, a cornerstone of the universe itself if you ask some of us. We both have things that we want to obtain from this meeting. You want justice for the slaying of your men, I want to see the Unmaking threat ended, without delay.”
He leveled his gaze on Wraith, watching her visage for the slightest hinting of her disposition.
“That’s one half of our formula. Now all that’s required is to determine what we are willing to sacrifice in return.”
Wraith held her usual demeanor. She prided herself on being hard to read. After all, everything she was doing from leading troops to her ability to fight was just second nature to her. She had only read about who she was. She had finally discovered her birthday and that she had been an IMC science pilot in part due to Mirage. Anything beyond that was a mystery to her. She had not had a chance to go back to the mental facility where she had been incarcerated to question anyone.
Renee shifted in her seat her expression unchanged.
“This is what I propose. I will give you my Lieutenant as collateral and I’ll take Mirage. We’ll join forces to take out the Unmade army.”
“That isn’t exactly a loss for me.” Roy mused before nodding. “But it’s a deal.”
“Hey!“ Mirage began, but stopped once he felt Wraith gaze on him.
The woman stood and held out her hand. Roy clasped it and the two officers sealed the deal. They were to march together for the time being.
“You lead the way, Commander. My battalion will follow suit.” Wraith said.
“Mirage. Stay with me,” she ordered.
She knew he could handle himself, but she was not going to let him down like she did in the previous event.
Never again.
The two leaders saluted each other and went back to their forces to prepare for the march out.
Renee shifted in her seat her expression unchanged.
“This is what I propose. I will give you my Lieutenant as collateral and I’ll take Mirage. We’ll join forces to take out the Unmade army.”
“That isn’t exactly a loss for me.” Roy mused before nodding. “But it’s a deal.”
“Hey!“ Mirage began, but stopped once he felt Wraith gaze on him.
The woman stood and held out her hand. Roy clasped it and the two officers sealed the deal. They were to march together for the time being.
“You lead the way, Commander. My battalion will follow suit.” Wraith said.
“Mirage. Stay with me,” she ordered.
She knew he could handle himself, but she was not going to let him down like she did in the previous event.
Never again.
The two leaders saluted each other and went back to their forces to prepare for the march out.
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“So, Anita, you say you know those two? The General and the guy from the Miniskirt Armada who likes to talk a lot? They’re from where you’re from?”
Bangalore scowled as she glanced over at her companion. “Probably,” she replied softly as she fidgeted with her gun. “Could be. For all I know, there’s some parallel reality or some shit that’s just filled with only Mirage.”
PJ shrugged her shoulders. “A valid point. Think we can trust them?”
The woman laughed. “I mean, your general did offer you as collateral in return for her… whatever they are, but I’m fairly certain we can take this guy,” Bangalore gestured toward Commander Mustang, who carried on a few paces away from them but well within earshot.
“I can hear you, you know,” he spoke softly as he glanced at the pair of women. “Shouldn’t you be over with the Hell Divers?” He asked as he looked at Bangalore.
“I go where this one here goes,” Anita said with a sneer. “Package deal.”
PJ rolled her eyes. “Leave the enemy commander alone, ‘Bangalore’, he’s just trying to do this job.”
“Isn’t our job to kill people?”
“This is why I’m your only friend.”
Bangalore snorted. “With friends like you, who else would I need?”
The older woman twisted and punched her friend in the shoulder. “I will send you back to hang out with Mirage if you don’t hush and march like a good soldier.”
Still grinning, Anita adjusted her shoulder padding and turned her focus to the horizon. “Oscar Mike, Lieutenant Juuanangou, Ma’am!”
“And don’t call me that!”
Bangalore scowled as she glanced over at her companion. “Probably,” she replied softly as she fidgeted with her gun. “Could be. For all I know, there’s some parallel reality or some shit that’s just filled with only Mirage.”
PJ shrugged her shoulders. “A valid point. Think we can trust them?”
The woman laughed. “I mean, your general did offer you as collateral in return for her… whatever they are, but I’m fairly certain we can take this guy,” Bangalore gestured toward Commander Mustang, who carried on a few paces away from them but well within earshot.
“I can hear you, you know,” he spoke softly as he glanced at the pair of women. “Shouldn’t you be over with the Hell Divers?” He asked as he looked at Bangalore.
“I go where this one here goes,” Anita said with a sneer. “Package deal.”
PJ rolled her eyes. “Leave the enemy commander alone, ‘Bangalore’, he’s just trying to do this job.”
“Isn’t our job to kill people?”
“This is why I’m your only friend.”
Bangalore snorted. “With friends like you, who else would I need?”
The older woman twisted and punched her friend in the shoulder. “I will send you back to hang out with Mirage if you don’t hush and march like a good soldier.”
Still grinning, Anita adjusted her shoulder padding and turned her focus to the horizon. “Oscar Mike, Lieutenant Juuanangou, Ma’am!”
“And don’t call me that!”
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Iza sat in his tent. Using a faint illusion to play one of his favorite pieces, albeit faintly so as to not cause disturbance. It was calm, yet... Somewhat somber.With a pencil in hand, he sat, carefully moving lines against paper.
Both magic, and art, often served to relieve him of anxiety, and brought him no small amount of a joy.
His spellbook sat idly next to him. He'd made sure to record the inventions that often distracted him. Even just before he started drawing, a new spell formula came to mind. Which was also now recorded in the confines of his grimoire.
He sighed, laying down. He couldn't piece together his current feelings.
He was.... Excited. And happy.
Why?? He was in a war. People were dying.
Yet this was the happiest he'd been in a while, and he had no clue why. A smile lay plastered on his face...
He picked his pencil up once more...
At least his art was coming along nicely
Both magic, and art, often served to relieve him of anxiety, and brought him no small amount of a joy.
His spellbook sat idly next to him. He'd made sure to record the inventions that often distracted him. Even just before he started drawing, a new spell formula came to mind. Which was also now recorded in the confines of his grimoire.
He sighed, laying down. He couldn't piece together his current feelings.
He was.... Excited. And happy.
Why?? He was in a war. People were dying.
Yet this was the happiest he'd been in a while, and he had no clue why. A smile lay plastered on his face...
He picked his pencil up once more...
At least his art was coming along nicely