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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 14, 2011 15:16:19 GMT -5
This is where your Fuehrer is SUPPOSED to be working, but you will usually find her shirking her duties, in the corridors or the breakroom.[/center][/size][/size][/b][/color]
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 21, 2011 16:20:07 GMT -5
Rana knocked on the door nervously. "Hello, ma'am?" she called. It was a well known fact that the Fuehrer didn't spend much time here, but Rana had been called here...
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 21, 2011 16:34:26 GMT -5
The door slammed open with a loud bang, nearly hitting Rana in the face as a small blonde soldier with long braided hair exited the room. He fixed Rana with a feirce glare that was obviously not ment for her, tired golden eyes weary and frustrated. He scoffed as he pushed passed her. "New recruit, eh? Watch out the 'Highness's' are teaming up." He muttered while stomping off down the hall. Before Rana could say anything a voice echoed out from the office. "Miss. Parva is that you? Pay no mind to Colonel Elric and come in! I have tea~" The Fuehrer's sang.
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 21, 2011 16:40:51 GMT -5
Rana blinked, shocked by the colonel's behavior. Her daze was broken quickly by the Fuehrer's voice, before she hesitantly walked into the room. "Good day, ma'am."
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 21, 2011 16:44:58 GMT -5
"Ah, and good day to you!" Faith answered, as she sat on her desk [literally on her desk] a cup of tea held miticulously in her hand. General Mustang was sitting on a chair before her. You knew the man from orientation and he turns to smile at you. "Well, come on!" The Fuehrer continues. "Sit down, have some tea! We have much to talk about and so little--actually we have all the time in the world!"
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 21, 2011 16:48:17 GMT -5
Rana hastily nodded. "Um, hello, sir. Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," she said, stumbling over her words somewhat. She pulled up a chair, carefully sitting down in it.
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 21, 2011 16:55:22 GMT -5
"No need to be so formal. relax, we're only here to disscus, your state alchemist application. As you must know the general and I will be proctoring the exam." Faith smiled, pouring some tea for Rana. "Sugar?"
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 21, 2011 17:03:27 GMT -5
"Yes, ma'am, I was aware. Um...no sugar, please, but thank you, m-" Rana nodded, shifting uncomfortably.
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 22, 2011 9:32:07 GMT -5
Faith smiled, and set her tea cup down to the side."Good, well...The General and I have decided to scan through the recruits and over them a kind of...extra credit of sorts." She reached over and unceremoniously snatched a handful of manila envelopes from Mustangs hand. The man didn't even flinch but sighed dejectedly in his seat. "We have three, well...covert missions and seeing as you were top of your class at the academy we will offer you a choice....if you choose to accept that is." The Fuerhrer laid three envelopes before you. Choose an option. Folder to the left- A coffee stained report with the flame alchemist seal on it. It looks as though it were used as placemat recently. Center Folder- A clean, crisp folder with the Fuehrer's seal and a stamp marked "confedential" on it. There seams to have been a warning label on it but it was ripped off. Folder to the right- An old, worn folder that has the seal of the pervious Fuehrer on it. Asides from that it has no other markings or writing. Politely decline-This option allows you to decline the missions and return to your daily soldier life.
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 22, 2011 15:01:15 GMT -5
"When in doubt, go left," Rana muttered under her breath. "Er, that one, I suppose," she continued louder, pointing to the left folder.
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 22, 2011 15:41:25 GMT -5
"Excellent! We were hoping you'd choose that one!" Faith smiled and handed the folder to Roy. "Welp, Roy, I suppose she's in your jurisdiction now! Treat her nicely!" With that the Fuehrer stood and began to leave. "Hey, wait!" General Mustang shouted, "Where are you going? You have paperwork don't you?" Faith waved a hand dismissively at the man. "Come now, spoken like a true hypocrite. I'm just heading off to the resources room I'll be back. Bye-bye roy, see you Private!" She left and Roy sighed deeply. "That woman! Honestly..."
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 22, 2011 15:44:47 GMT -5
Rana shifted uncomfortably, choosing not to reply to the General's comment.
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 22, 2011 15:53:56 GMT -5
"Well, then I hope your ready, soldier." Mustang suddenly said, face and voice frighteningly serious. "Because I garentee, it will be your hardest mission ever. It is highly classified and may cost you your life. Once i tell you what it is then there's no going back, understand?"
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 22, 2011 16:00:23 GMT -5
"Sir, I am a soldier. This is my job, correct?" Rana frowned, clasping her hands together. "Although I do question your judgement about giving such an important job to a rookie."
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 22, 2011 16:12:04 GMT -5
Roy smiled, and then outright laughed. "True, true. You're a good little soldier. I think your perfect for the job." He then opened the folder and removed a small bundle of papers from it. "...it has to be a rookie....it has to be someone he doesn't know." He handed the papers to Rana. Right on the front there was photograph, an image of a young man with long blonde hair and striking gold eyes. His face was set in a scowl, the same scowl, the same face as the boy who bumped into Rana when she first entered the office...
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 22, 2011 16:23:12 GMT -5
"Sir, this is Colonel...Elric, isn't it?" Rana asked, slightly confused. "What does he have to do with anything?"
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 22, 2011 16:28:28 GMT -5
A smug smirk settled on the General's face. "He has to with everything. Are you aware of the frequent amount of Akuma attacks lately?"
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 22, 2011 16:31:45 GMT -5
"Yessir," Rana answered, nodding.
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Post by Faith Altoire on Feb 22, 2011 16:40:33 GMT -5
"We have come to believe that a secret group calling themselves 'Pariah' is responsible for organizing the Akuma and causing these attacks. We have no proof, no knowledge what so ever about this group other than they can exibit extreme paranormal powers. We are currently under going a secret investigation to either prove or this prove our theories, as our most accomplish alchemist and undercover agent. Colonel Elric has been assigned as head of the investigation, but..." The man placed a hand to his temple. "...He is very ill, and yet refuses to be pulled of the case. He won't tell anyone what's wrong with him an quite frankly..." He sighed. "We're all worried for him. He's only child like yourself and has people who are counting on him to be there at the end of the day. So, that's why we want you to assist him in the investigation. Act as a protector of sorts and...if you can find out what is wrong with him..."
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Post by ranaparva on Feb 22, 2011 17:00:20 GMT -5
"Is he not supposed to know I'm protecting him, sir?" Rana asked, raising an eyebrow.
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