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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/25/07 4:59pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	OOC: We're in the home stretch, folks! I've got the intro post mostly written and am waiting on 2-3 more character sheets (and another that needs to be posted that was approved). I just wanted to make one final push for recruitment... If any of you know anyone who might want to join, especially as an Amestrian soldier or an Ishbalan soldier or Warrior Priest, we can really use them! So ask around and let's fill this game up! -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1
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Heir-to-the-Empire Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 8/26/07 9:15am Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	R_Zion Approved Name: Joseph Valentine Age: 27 Sex: Male Height: 5'7 Build: Long legs and a skinny overall body. Skin Color: White Hair Color: Black(Tied up like Riza Hawkeye's) Eye Color: Brown Country of Origin: Amestris Clothing and Appearance: Standard military robes, but often can be seen with the military hat on, but the coat off(His alchemy makes things too hot) with red sunglasses. He has tattooed transmutation circles on his wrists. Personal Effects: His brother's State alchemist watch. Weapons: None Skills: Analyzes the chemical structure of an object, then breaks it down and rubs their pure state against each other, causing friction and heating the items up and eventually melting them and can manipulate them further afterwards. Zion Approved Abilities Lava rain: Using basic alchemy, he forms a cannon pointed skyward, then melts areas around the cannon to load it up, shooting it into the air and letting it fall down in its melted states, making it very harmful to inhabitants of the area. Creates a small barrier around him to protect him from getting hit by his own technique. Lava barrier: Raises a melted wall of lava, making it hard to pass. Has to keep the transmutation going so is immobile while doing so. Volcano: Similar to his lava rain, but on a larger scale and the cannon looks more like the mouth of a volcano. Lava pole: Summons a pole of lava and spins it around(through alchemy, not his hands), hardening it. Personality: Nice, easy going, and a "hothead" quick to anger. From his time with the military, he will follow orders without hesitation or questioning. Cares for most things and will help anyone, military or Ishbalan. Biography: Born near central, Joseph was in the midst of changing alchemic times. He was fascinated by it and was taught by his State alchemist brother who had passed the exam when he was 34 and was highly expected in their family since he was a Major serving in Central. Joseph got a quick understanding of alchemy and was about to join his brother and try out for the military, since his entire family had been in the military, though not as alchemists. He tried out for the exam at 19, but failed the writing part, not fully understanding chemical combination. It was then that he pushed himself to learn about chemical break down and separation and came up with the unique type of alchemy he has now. He passed the exam the second time around at 25 and served proudly. His brother was killed soon afterwards and Jo was given his watch in place of his own and Jo carries it around as a memory of the person that had taught him, literally, everything he knew. -----signature----- I am Grand Admiral Thrawn. Warlord of the Empire. Servant of the Emperor. I seek the Guardian of the Mountain. -Grand Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Heir to the Empire
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MoonlightsAngel Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 8/26/07 3:56pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	Both Characters are GM Approved Name: Diana Brinkerhoff (dee.AH-na) Rank: Major Age: 23 Sex: Female Build: Rather small and slender, with a curvy figure and well toned. This has been acquired after several years of exercise and training not only in alchemy, but in other military areas as well. Still, her body is nothing out of this world. Height: Five feet 2 inches. Skin Color: Pale Caucasian. Hair Color: White. Eye Color: Electric blue. Country of Origin: Amestris Clothing and Appearance: Standard military garb. Long, curly white hair, usually tied up in a neat ponytail with bangs over the left side if her face. Has a Transmutation circle tattooed on the nape of her neck, and another one on her left wrist. Diana has both ears pierced but wears only a diamond on her left ear. Personal Effects: Silver Pocket Watch, half moon silver pendent, a picture of a boy about nine years old and herself (about that same age) sitting in a horse‘s back, a string tied around her left index finger. A pouch with several throwing knives. Weapons: Alchemy. Although she has been trained in marksmanship, and in theory should be able to use any firearm, she actually is pretty much worthless when other weapons are concerned. She however carries a military knife hidden somewhere in her clothes, in case she needs it and has an impressive aim where throwing knives are concerned. Skills: Complete and utter control over water through alchemy. Diana can get this element to do her biding, anything from bathing the dog to drowning her opponents. She uses Alchemy to condense the water on the air or any source of water, change it’s temperature and then use it at will. However, she cannot freeze it and is useless where ice is concerned. Personality: Bubbly. She usually quiet and even a bit shy, but she’s a compassionate soul, she has a smile ready for those who earn it and is quite protective over her loved ones. She always keeps her feelings to herself, but will speak her mind if she doesn’t agree with something. Biography: A drunken one night stand between a Ishabaln woman and an Amestrian State Alchemist was all it took for Diana to be born. Her mother had decided to keep her, until the baby opened her eyes, the same eyes that man she had been with had. She, like any mother, felt no rejection or hate towards her child, who was perhaps too pale and her eyes were blue, but was her child nonetheless. She knew however, that this girl would have to live among the Amestrians, with her father. Her grandfather as well as the rest of the family would not speak for her, and the young mother couldn’t bear the thought if her daughter living with that rejection So she wrote a long letter to the Amestrian soldier, poising this problem to him, and asking for a solution. After a while he agreed to take the three month old and raise her. Diana was raised by her aunts and grandmother, and led a great childhood alongside her cousin and family. She learnt Alchemy at her father’s knee and decided to follow his steps when she was seven. She didn’t excel right away, on the contrary, she had to work hard to earn her powers, pushing herself to her very limits and failing more often than she succeeded. Now at twenty three, she’s a powerful alchemist, and a great addition to the military, even if other fields like marksmanship did suffer a bit. ---------------- Name: Alika Age: 17 Sex: Female Height: 5” 1 Build: Slender, curvy. Skin Color: Dark tanned. Hair Color: Snow white. Eye Color: Crimson Country of Origin: Ishbal. Clothing and Appearance: Alika wears a long, black skirt and long sleeved red shirt, a red, long scarf is tied around her waist, and she uses it to protect her face from the sand and sun when need arises. She is a small, rather delicate-looking girl. Personal Effects: A gold locket that won’t open. Weapons: Her brains. Skills: Incredibly sharp-minded and intelligent, basic medicine. Personality: Bubbly and talkative, very open minded, can get to be a bit loud-mouthed as well. Biography: If Alika had had the ability to think straight, sit up and talk when she was born, she would’ve raised an eyebrow and asked her family to answer a tiny question for her: Why on earth had they brought her into this world? With a co-dependant, overly-submissive mother, a good father who had a problem with alcoholic beverages and a hard-working older brother to look after, Alika soon found herself increasingly irked with it all, and hoped upon a star that there would be a way for her to break lose from her ever so dysfunctional family. Horror-stricken, Alika watched her wish come true when her father died, when she was twelve. Alika turned fourteen, and her brother went to war. Nishaat, her brother, writes to her from time to time, telling her about the battlefield, their loses, and himself, and in turn, asking about their mother’s health, and promising to go back as soon as the war ends. Farah, her mother, fell into depression at her husband’s death. As such, Alika makes different works and errands for payment, and is able to keep a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs and food in their tummies. Alika hasn’t dared to voice her wishes to stars anymore, terrified of what The One True God might think of as a good plan to grant her wishes. Instead she’s chosen to dream of faraway places she’ll never see and of knights in shinning armour she’ll never meet. Overall, Alika has a pretty decent life, if not filled with luxury. She considers herself lucky, as this cursed war has gone half way easy on her, as compared to other people. -----signature----- Teddies don't hug back, but sometimes they're all you got. You've got the emotional range of a Teaspoon- Hermione Granger He can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo if he wants to- Fred Weasly talking about The Dark Lord † Santiago † †A
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/26/07 6:40pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	GM Approved Name: Karim Assad Age: 18 Sex: Male Height: 5'6" Build: Athletic Skin Color: Tan Hair Color: White with blue stripes Eye Color: Scarlet Country of Origin: Ishbal Clothing and Appearance: Loose fitting, white colored robe and hood and khaki colored pants with brown leather shoes. Wears his hood to cover his hair when in Amestrian territory and sunglasses to cover his eyes. Personal Effects: Amulet that is an heirloom of his family, it has an ancient inscription on it that speaks of the power of the desert dwellers. It is rumored to hold mystic abilities. Weapons: Scimitar, small rifle. Skills: Very adempt at espionage and sneak attacks. Personality: Quiet and reserved, the only time he usually speaks is when he is being spoken to. Distrusts those people from Amestris. Biography: Born to a low class family in the Ishbalan western territory he recieved an ancient amulet when his father died under mysterious means (suspected that it was by an Amestrian agitist). When he turned fifteen he enlisted in the Ishbalan armed forces and now works for their intellegence unit and makes regular runs into Amestrian territory to check up on their military activity. He will not stop until he discovers who, or what, killed his father. -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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ShadowofMiracles Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 8/26/07 7:33pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	GM APPROVED Character Sheet: Name: Solo (Real name: Marik) Age: 27 Sex: Male Height: 6’5 Build: Strong built Skin Color: Tan skin Hair Color: White hair with a silver shine Eye Color: Red-crimson Country of Origin: Ishbal Clothing and Appearance: Regular civilian clothes, which mostly consist of a black trench coat, brown pants with black shoes and a white shirt. He wears a red scarf around his neck and often has some sunglasses so he can hide his eyes from people. Black Tattoos are on the palms of his hands; this is how he uses his alchemy. Personal Effects: Wolf’s Fang hanging from a thin chain around his neck Weapons: His Alchemy and his fists Skills: Can transmute all things around him to help with his needs, but specializes in metal transmutes. Personality: A very lay-back person; always seems to care about nothing, but himself and his own goals. He’s sarcastic most of the time taking everything as a joke and often using that to hide what he truly might feel or think since he doesn’t like people to know about him. He scolded a lot for being a pervert and doing unnecessary things, but he can’t help it in his mind everyone is pervert some are just more then others. He always looks to profit and his benefit which often gets him into lots of trouble. Biography: He was born in Ishbal and to believe that their god Ishbala was the ultimate and ‘The Grand Arcanum’, which was an old phrase people used to refer to alchemy, was a sin. He lived wondering most of the time why Alchemy was such a bad thing, he knew that it question their believes by implying that humans can better Ishbala, but he always wondered why. It wasn’t until the age of 15 that his curiosity got the better him and he obtained a book that talked about Alchemy, it had belong to some merchant that had dropped it while he was taking care of his items, it explained to him how he could use alchemy. Although it was very simple he found himself having a lot of difficulty with it, but he knew that he couldn’t ask anyone for help because he be in trouble. When it was finally time to test what he learned he tried to do alchemy and succeeded in creating a small metal sculpture about the size of his palm. He was fascinated by how he was able to break down the components and rebuilt something completely new with it. However he didn’t notice that someone had seen him and on that same day he was called by the leader of his village, his secret had been found. After getting beat up for committing the most deadly sin to his people, he was exile from village never to return again to his homeland. After his exile he left Ishbal and ended up on a small town where he lived in the streets trying to find some way to survive, but he was scared because they might not accept him for his red eyes so he often hid his face so no one would notice. It was on a rainy day that an old man found him and offered his help to him. He told the man that he was from Ishbal, but he didn’t seem to mind at all, this brought him happiness for he was the first one that accepted him and his red eyes. When he finished telling the old man his story of how he did alchemy and got exiled from his homeland, the old man revealed that he was actually an alchemist and a very skilled one at that. So he started teaching him about alchemy and everything he needed to survive. Finally at the age of 25 he had learned everything the old man taught him and it was also on his 25th birthday that the man died. Everyone quickly blamed him for his death and had him leave town immediately.
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/26/07 7:48pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	I believe that's all the character sheets in the queue. I'll add the newest Ishbalans to the intro post and then we'll begin unless I get some more sheets. -RZ -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/27/07 1:24pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre - Date Edited: 8/27/07 2:22pm (3 edits total) Edited By: R_Zion
	“Today, His Excellency King Bradley has signed ‘Fuhrer Order no. 3066.’ It is the beginning of the Ishbal annihilation campaign. The civil war will soon end…” --Unnamed Military Police Officer IC: Lt. Colonel Zerah Solingen, the Blade Alchemist Military Transport- Enroute to Ishbal The noonday sun seemed like it was getting hotter by the minute and their surroundings all the more rockier and more desolate. The Ishbal region was not long away, no doubt. She had been at the Central Command Center filing her daily reports when word came down via courier from Fuhrer Bradley himself that she and a select group of State Alchemists were being sent as part of a supplementary team to the Ishbal region to back up Colonel Basque Grand, the Iron Blood Alchemist, and his team that had been dispatched with the signing of Executive Order no. 3066. Besides ol’ Iron Blood, the Flame Alchemist, the Strong Arm Alchemist, the Crimson Alchemist and the Silver Alchemist were most likely already in the region and receiving their dispatch orders. Zerah leaned her head back against the cab of their transport and glanced at the few clouds that floated idly in the sky. She had met few of those already sent out, save for Grand, with whom she interacted with regularly in Central. In fact, even amongst those she was being sent out with now she knew little of. Only what she had heard amongst the soldiers or read in personnel files or in any few brief encounters she have had with them. There was Major Morris Drake, the Phase-Shifting Alchemist, whose specialty was manipulating matter through its various stages: solid, liquid, or gas. Slightly overweight and wearing glasses, he looked more of a scientist than a soldier. No doubt his work in Ishbal was going to be particularly messy, but how well would this bookish man take to live combat. She doubted, in her own personal opinion, that he would be able to take it for very long. Yet now, he sat there contently on the long board on the right that served as a seat in the back of the truck, drawing in a bound sketchbook he had retrieved from his duffle bag. Beside him, fiddling with a series of small battery packs that would eventually be attached to his uniform was an olive-skinned youth, Major Michael Smucz, the Thunder Alchemist. He looked barely old enough to be soldier, much less a State Alchemist. At his side he carried a small sword…he called it a katana but the Eastern Islanders that devised it might actually consider it Wakizashi, though actually it looked somewhere between the two. Smucz, originally from the Western Command Center, had met her originally when he came to take his Alchemists’ exam and had admired the katana she carried at her side when he met her in one of the side corridors after finishing. She remembered telling him that, if he passed and was committed to the training required, a sword would make it into his hands, and so he had heard, he had been doing relatively well and had even managed to electrify the blade with his batteries. An interesting tactic. To his right, with an almost anxious look about him, was Lt. Colonel Gene Lawson, the Chillbane Alchemist. An overly dramatic name for a man that basically just an alchemical refrigerator. Despite being from Northern Amestris, where ice was all too common, he had been assigned to the Southern Command Center, which gave his once pale skin a deep tan. Though she kept her own emotions in check, Lawson took it a step forward. He was as cold as his namesake, almost emotionless, and enjoyed inflicting pain on those weaker than him. Zerah could hold no respect for such a man… more sociopath than soldier. In fact, the only reason he was a Lieutenant Colonel now was because Southern Command was short staffed and his commanding officer had been killed in Ishbal. On the opposite side of the truck sat the two other Alchemists accompanying them. On the left was Major Joseph Valentine, the Earthen Forge Alchemist. Also a soldier from the Central Command Center, apparently Alchemy ran in the family as his older brother had been a State Alchemist as well but had been killed while trying to keep the peace during one of Western Border Skirmishes with Creata. She didn’t know much about his alchemical skills, only that he worked with molten materials. He sat there, silently, looking over the silver State Alchemists’ pocket watch sitting in the palm of his hand. On the right side of the bench sat a young woman, surprisingly small in size at only five foot two inches, with curly long white hair tied into a ponytail. This was Major Diana Brinkerhoff, the Water Alchemist, from the Eastern Command Center. She was apparently an adept with alchemy involving water, but the most interesting thing about her was that hair. White hair was so uncommon among the young in Amestris except in one group of people. Could she have Ishbalan blood in her? Well, it would certainly be a bittersweet irony, considering the situation. Sighing, Zerah crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, resting in the warm sun. They still had a while until they reached the military command center in the town of Ishtan. Might as well rest until then. TAG: BluBeast, Chanbill, MoonlightsAngel, Heir-to-the-empire IC: Fuhrer President King Bradley The Fuhrer’s Office- Central Command Center- Central City- Amestris Hands clenched together behind his back, Fuhrer Bradley looked out over the walled compound that comprised the Central Command Center. All about, below, soldiers scurried about their tasks as assigned. Busy little humans. So loyal yet so blind. They didn’t realize the grand make-up behind this military, this very nation, they served. Decades of conflicts had made Amestris into what it was today, and many lives just like theirs’ had been given up to achieve the goals of those above them. He often wondered, how many lives would be sacrificed in the long run ‘til all was complete? It wasn’t that he cared for them, mind you…they were merely fodder, but still it was a curiosity. The doors to his office behind him clicked, alerting Bradley to the presence of another, but without turning around he already knew who it was. “As punctual as always, Captain Starmos.” He made sure emphasize her rank as a reminder of what she had just been spared. This particular young ‘soldier’, Freya Starmos, was of a particular interest. On the records she was listed as being a Captain in the military’s Special Operations division, but in really she was so much more. An orphan trained from childhood in the art of espionage and assassination, she was the Fuhrer’s personal spy and assassin, a dog loyal only to her master and those he assigned her to. She had previously been a Colonel, but after a ‘bungled’ operation for Major General Raven, a member of his own inner circle to whom she had been lent for a time, she was lucky to only escape with a three rank demotion. The Major General had wanted her dishonorably discharged and imprisoned for the murder of her unit when they were sent to put down some Creatan sympathizers in the West. In reality, it had been discovered that one of the officers in the unit had been digging his nose too far into some of events surrounding the Ishbal War, where his brother had been killed three years earlier, and the Fuhrer wanted to make sure that whatever he may have found never went any further. After dispatching the sympathizers, Freya had cornered the Officer in a side hallway and dispatched him, but this did not go unseen by the others there, leading to the necessity of their removal too. Using his influence, Bradley dissuaded the Major General from any action and assured him that he would take care of the matter personally, which led to her demotion. Her rank, though, was actually an irrelevant matter… a show for the outsiders. She would be given as much clearance as was needed to be able to complete the mission at hand. Turning from the window, he walked over to his desk and looked the girl over with his one free eye. She was still young, on the cusp of adulthood, with a certain foreign mystique about her. Those that had found her when she was but a child theorized that she was perhaps of Xingese ancestry. Still, what better tool for the matters she handled than some who looked completely unassuming. On his desk sat a file folder with the bold red word ‘Classified’ stamped on it. He picked it up gently and then reached over the desk and handed it to her. “Earlier this week, Ishbalan insurgents attacked and burned the town of Resembool, on the Eastern borderlands. Our sources indicate that within the past day or so, men fitting the description of the Ishbalans that attacked Resembool have been seen on the outskirts of East City. It could be that they’re planning an attack on the Eastern Command Center, or perhaps on the civilian population itself. We don’t know. In either case, I want you to head to East City, find these men, and eliminate them. Immediately. We can’t let the general populace know the Ishbalans have gotten that close to us. We must show no mercy to those who threaten the homeland.” TAG: Darth_Sabith IC: Colonel Mosquito Forward Command Bunker- Outside the town of Kal’Ishbal- Gunja District- Ishbal From the opening on the forward face of the Command Bunker, Colonel Mosquito watched with interest as smoke rose from the small Ishbalan town of Kal’Ishbal nearly a quarter of a mile away. They had been dispatched a day earlier from the formerly walled fortress town of Ishtan, now the center of military command in the Ishbalan region for the duration of the war, by Brigadier General Fessler. Along with several other military commanders, a new centralized attack strategy was being put into effect with the arrival of the State Alchemists. They were now not merely to bring the Ishbalan resistance under heel…this war had now become a genocide. The Ishbalans, combatants or not, were to be completely eliminated by order of the Fuhrer himself. There was no escaping it. So thus, here they were. The Long-nosed, balding Colonel looked out over the battlefield, over the broken clay and brick buildings and the bloodied bodies that were strewn across the town as his Heavy Infantry Unit continued with the work. Along with several other units assigned to him from Ishtan, he decided to get to work early on the subjection and elimination of the Gunja district before the Silver Alchemist, Major Joliot Comanche joined them. From what he heard, Comanche was a cantankerous old man and the Colonel didn’t particularly look forward to working with him. They didn’t need these State Alchemists to bring this war to an end, as he witnessed there in the center of Kal’Ishbal with the detonation of one of the buildings there. The source of the grenade that had caused the devastation was Captain Alex Daimler, the unit’s leader and a veteran of the Ishbal campaign thus far. He was extremely proficient at his job and was a good commander to his troops, something Mosquito could respect. They had experienced little resistance in the town. Only a handful of resistance fighters remained and a couple of civilians, mostly women and children. They must have gotten word of their approach and those that could retreated to one of the neighboring towns, or perhaps even the city of Gunja itself. Still, there would be no safety and no reprieve for them. Wherever they ran, annihilation would soon follow. TAG: BLemelisk IC: Warrant Officer Ford Military Camps- Fortress Town of Ishtan- Ishbal District- Ishbal The camps were bustling with soldiers, either returning from a night’s work on the battlefield or preparing to deploy that day. For those of the newly arrived members of the 32nd Infantry Brigade waited patiently on the edges of the sea of tents, all of varying sizes and set up for various purposes. They, however, were currently without a home. Like the few other units and brigades that had arrived from around Amestris a day behind the first State Alchemist brigade, they were now just forced to stand around and wait until Brigadier General Fessler passed down orders on where they would go and to whom they would be assigned. Sitting on the debris of a toppled building on the edge of the devastated town, the lanky, blonde, light skinned Warrant Officer Ford inspected his gear before he looked up to where his friend and superior officer, Second Lieutenant Alex Barret, was sitting higher on the wall, cleaning his pistol. “So, if you had your choice, which of the State Alchemists that you know is here would you pick to be assigned to, sir?” TAG: CryoDragoon IC: Bums East City- Amestris A light rain fell upon East City, the entire city darked by the gray clouds above but alit with the shining of artificial light. Not many people were wandering the streets, only those who had things they had to do or those with nowhere else to go. So it was with the two elderly bums sitting in an alleyway near the edge of the city. Unshaven and dressed shabbily, they sat under a fire escape hoping to avoid the rain but still being dripped upon. On the street to their right, military transports roared by, most likely carrying more soldiers to the Ishbalan war front. This was beyond their cares, however. A comfortable place to rest and the occasional scrap of food was all they really cared about. The sounds of footsteps down the alley, however, caught their attention. Near the opposite end from where they stood a figure, drawing ever closer. He was dark complected with a white robe, khaki pants and brown shoes. Oddly for this kind of day, he was wearing sunglasses and his head was covered by the hood of his robe. “Your just wander in from the desert or something, pal?” the one bum joked as the stranger approached. “Not much need for sunglasses today.” TAG: Chanbill IC: Dr. Dabir Doctor’s Office- Northern Distrist- City of Ishbal- Ishbal District- Ishbal Leaning against the doorway to his office, Dr. Dabir waved to the his young client, Alika, as she made her way down the narrow alley street and back to main street to make her way to her home on the outskirts of the Ishbal’s Southern District, one of the poorer neighborhoods in that particular district, below the market plaza. She was a generally polite young woman but had been through a lot in her few seventeen years. Her father was shot in one of the riots in the opening years of the war and her brother had left to join the Ishbalan resistance. That was something he shared in common with her… the loss of loved ones due to this damnable war. However, Alika still had someone she had to care for. Her mother, the recipient of the medicine he had given the girl. Caught up in grief, her mother gave into a life of filthy living, morally speaking, and as a result had caught something from one of the men she had been with. There was no cure, but the medicine he gave them would at least keep the symptoms at bay for a time. Knowing how hard she was working just to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads, he had decided to give her the medicine free of charge, to try to take some of the stress off of her young shoulders. Sure, it was going to take food out of his own belly, but being single now he could survive with a little less. His chipped, plain white coffee cup in hand, her raised it to his lips and took a sip of the strong, black beverage within when he caught some of a small group coming down the street. Two men, and between them a boy, not more than Alika’s age, bleeding from his damaged right arm and severely bruised on the face. “Dr. Dabir!” one of the men cried out. The Doctor put his cup on his windowsill and rushed over. “What happened to this boy?” “It was the damn Ammies….he was heading towards their little blockade in the Northern pass and they shot him in the arm and beat him. If we weren’t there to get him, he’d probably be dead.” It was all too clear what had happened. The boy must have been trying to play revolutionary and was going to attack Forward Command Center, but ended up paying the price. Despite setting up that command bunker and the blockade, the Amestrians had yet to move on the city, but focused more on the surrounding towns and villages. However, the very fact that it was there was more than enough proof that they were preparing, and when that day came they’d probably blockade the Eastern and Southern passes too. “Come along, come along, let’s get him inside,” Dabir said, a tone of urgency in his voice. “The sooner we get him looked at, the sooner we may be able to save that arm.” TAG: Moonlightsangel IC: Private Andrews Tarsa- Ishbal District- Ishbal War is hell. It was an old saying, but proving more and more true the longer he spent in Ishbal the more he found this to be true. This was only his first tour of duty, but the things he had seen, and the things he was being forced to do now were beginning to take their toll on him. Killing enemy combatants was one thing, but shooting down the elderly, women and children…innocent civilians… this was a matter entirely different. Yet, here they were, in the town of Tarsa in the Dariha, or District in his mother tongue, of Ishbal. He and his comrades in the 181st Infantry battalion were bunkered down in foxholes on the outskirts of the city, taking aim at Ishbalan insurgents firing at them from the rooftops and from alleyways. The town had about a population of 700, meaning they were going to face a strong resistance here, especially if there were any of those damned Ishbalan Warrior Priests here. If they encountered any of them, his life expectancy would only a few minutes. He had seen too many of his fellow soldiers gutted or have their throats slit by them. Taking his rifle, he closed one eye, watched through the sight until he had a good view of one of the insurgents on the rooftop, and fired. The Ishbalan spun and dropped to the ground, clutching his arm. He most likely wasn’t dead, but severely injured after that fall from the roof. “Sir! Behind us!” Private Andrews turned around himself, curiosity getting the best of him, and looked out behind him towards the arid wastes beyond at the same time as his Captain. There, approaching them, was a figure in what looked to be a long black trench coat and sunglasses, but the white hair and tan skin was all they needed to see. No doubt it was an Ishbalan, but why would a lone Ishbalan be foolhardy enough to approach the enemy battle lines? TAG: ShadowofMiracles -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1
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blubeast1237 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/27/07 7:27pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	Lt. Colonel Gene Lawson(The Chillbane Alchemist) En route to Ishbal Aye, what a beauty she was! She was a beauty in uniform, two scores! Gene's iconic smile creeped onto his lips as he eyed fellow Lt. Colonel Zerah Solingen, but he just refered to her as "doll", much to her dismay. She was an intelligent, independent, and strong woman, how was he supposed to work under these conditions! The transport hit a bump and Gene stood up on his feet, shielded the sun from his eyes and looked around. "Aye! Thy sun is full and why aren't there yet!" He exclaimed loudly, his voice full of energy instead of impatience. He turned his head towards Zerah and smiled before looking at the younger members. "Ishbalans are waitin for us, kiddies! I can't wait to see their lovely red eyes. They have red eyes because all they want is blood, says I, that's why we have to help em, take their bloodlust from thy's appetites." He didn't know most of these new, younger faces around, but was eager to get to know the proclaimed "Water Alchemist" alittle better. It was said her abilities were beyond her years and that she was one of the rising stars in the military. He would have to get better at knowing his subordinates, now that he was a Lt. Colonel, but it just seemed after his promotion, he lost all interest in learning petty things like names and such. Like the belly beast military named "Phase Shifting Alchemist". The only reason Gene remembered him and could recall him was because of his belly and the glasses. Everyone else seemed to fade from his memory and he often forgot their names, but one he couldn't, and wouldn't ever forget, was The famous "Blade Alchemist". He stretched his arms into the air and walked over to her, and slammed down next to her, laying his arm on the wooden boards behind her. "Hey Zaara, when why get to Ishbal, what do ye thinka bout me and ye taking long walks on the sand? Yi know we are mint for each other!" Tag: Tranport! -----signature----- "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies." The 1237 Holler Jabb-Awoc-Deez-Nuts Jedi Knight of the New Jedi Trials
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/27/07 8:38pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	IC: Michael Smucz/Karim Assad "So anyone wondering why we're bothering to go to the middle of some desert just to wipe out a bunch of sand dwellers?" Michael asked his fellow transport mates. "I mean why don't we just let them attack us and get themselves killed trying." he said still reconfiguring his battery packs. He then looked out the nearest window and observed the changing landscape. TAG: Transport denizens Karim stopped once he heard the old man address him, he took a quick glance at him and proceeded to his destination, a small bar in the south part of the city. 'I need to meet my contact.' Karim thought to himself as he walked. He felt the stares of those few people who were still outside, he agreed he was a peculiar sight in the city. However he would be even more noticeable if they had seen his white and blue streaked hair and scarlet colored eyes. Karim was a member of the Ishbalan Intellegence Agency and was presently on a mission to gain information on the Amestrian army's movements, information he could use to help defeat those military dogs. 'Maybe I'll get some information on my fathers murderer to.' he added grabbing onto the amulet his father had passed onto him. TAG: Anyone who could possibly further this part of the story. -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/28/07 12:31pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	IC: Lt. Colonel Zerah Solingen Military Transport- Enroute to Ishbal She tried her best just to ignore Chillbane as best she good, keeping her eyes shut, head down, and arms crossed over her chest, hoping the fool would fall off if he was idiot enough to walk around the roofless back bed of the truck while it was moving. Yet, he continued to persist and dropped down on the bench beside her, putting his arm on the benches back, centimeters away from her. "Hey Zaara, when why get to Ishbal, what do ye thinka bout me and ye taking long walks on the sand? Yi know we are mint for each other!" The Blade Alchemist’s eye shot open and her brow furrowed heavily at the sight of Lawson beside her. “If that hand of yours so much at touches me, Chillbane, you best hope there are medics in Ishbal that can reattach it. Now return to where you were sitting and stopped acting like a hormone-driven teenager.” And speaking of teenagers, just about as she finished her warning to the other Lieutenant Colonel, the young Major Smucz spoke up suddenly, still fiddling with his battery packs. "So anyone wondering why we're bothering to go to the middle of some desert just to wipe out a bunch of sand dwellers? I mean why don't we just let them attack us and get themselves killed trying." “The Fuhrer has sent us specifically to exterminate the Ishbalan people from the land, and so that is what we shall do. It is not ours to question these orders. Besides which, the Ishbalans aren’t stupid, or this war wouldn’t have lasted for seven years. They’re not just going to throw themselves on our weapons like dumb animals and we can’t just wait for them to attack our bases or enter our homeland and make ourselves look like cowards in the process. No, we must plan our strategy, arm ourselves, and strike forward with full force, and the best place to do that is at their heads and their hearts. Or, in other words, at their tribal leaders and their religion. Without them, the nation will crumble and the fear caused by the extermination will send their people into chaos.” Zerah closed her eyes again and sighed quietly. The boy was still young and apparently had much to learn. Still, that would change very soon as they were sent onto battlefield. TAG: Blubeast, Chanbill IC: Commander Reyhan Heshbon- Gunja Dariha (District)- Ishbal The room was in near total darkness. The shutters to the windows were pulled tightly shut and only a single candle illuminated the splintered wooden desk. In the peace of his seclusion, Reyhan sat and took a moment of respite as he found solace in the words of the prophets. His copy, bound in its worn and cracked leather covering, was definitely showing its age, but then it was bound to be. It had been a gift to him from his father on his thirteenth birthday, the day when, according his culture, he became a man. Ever since then, and especially during these days of war, he tried to take some time during the day to meditate on the scriptures and put his spirit at rest, yet it was becoming more and more difficult in these days to get a moments peace to himself. “Commander Reyhan!” the shout came from the main room of the house as the wooden door slammed open, revealing his second-in-command, Tariq. “Commander Reyhan! We must leave this place immediately!” “What? What’s the matter, Tariq?” the Commander replied, calmly closing the scriptures. “We’ve just received word from our soldiers! The Ammies have taken Kal’Ishbal! A number of people were able to escape, but several, including the village elder, stayed behind. From our scout reports, the two is in ruins and there are no signs of survivors.” He paused and tried to catch his breath from being overly excited. “Heshbon is the next closest major settlement to Kal’Ishbal besides Gunja itself. We must get you out of here before they arrive!” A tired expression ran across the Commander’s face. Ever since he took the position as leader of Ishbal’s military resistance, he had constantly been on the run for fear of being caught by the Amestrians, and here yet again he was going to have to flee. Picking up his outer coat, he slipped it on and then stuck the worn scriptures inside and sighed. “Alright, tell my men we’re pulling out for the South. We’ll discuss where on the way. Have you received word from Karim yet?” “No, nothing yet.” Again, Reyhan sighed and ran his hand over his tightly pulled hair. Karim, despite his young years, was already a three year veteran of the civil war, only recently becoming a member of his personal intel force. Despite what the young man had seen in fighting the Amestrians, he was ever the optimist in regards to Ishbal’s victory, even going as far as to call the few soldiers in intel that they had the ‘Ishbalan Intelligence Agency.’ At the very least, it bolstered the men’s resolve to see such an organization formed one day when Ishbal gained her independence. Still, he was worried about Karim, especially since he was heading to East City to meet this contact of his. Earlier that week, several Ishbalan soldiers had been sent to the town of Resembool in Eastern Amestris, a source for military wool, and left the town in ruins. The last time they had reported in they had said they were going to head to East City to do….something. They hadn’t told him and, against his direct orders, had gone anyway. They were too small a force to attempt anything in a major Amestrian city like East City, besides which they would put Karim’s mission in danger. He only hoped that by Ishbala’s blessing everything would work out. “Alright. Well, hopefully he’ll report in soon. Let’s head out…” TAG: Noone IC: James Black McMillian’s Pub- East City- Amestris There were few people in McMillian’s right now, thankfully. It was best if no one saw him meeting with the young man that would be soon arriving and hoped he was properly disguised. He had no doubt that if anyone saw that Karim was an Ishbalan, they’d call the military police. These days, with the reports the military was giving to the public and how the news agencies were being made to make the Ishbalans look, the public thought little more of them than savages. Still, he had learned long ago that there was more to the Ishbalans than outside appearances would betray. As a college student, a few years before the war, he had lived in Ishbal for some time, studying their culture, religion and how they lived and conducted their general life for his thesis paper. It was during this time he first met Karim Assad, only a small boy at the time, and had befriend his family in the city of Kanda. He tried to be as respectful as possible to the Ishbalans and their culture, even going to worship at the temple, which was perhaps the reason he had been accepted among them. Unlike other Amestrians, who tried to force their ways on the Ishbalans, he took their culture and made it his own for a time. That was ten years ago and since then James had become a reporter for the Eastern Tribune, trying to let some truth shine through all the lies the military was spewing. He had written to the Assads many times over the years and tried to keep in contact with them, though that had become increasingly difficult with the outbreak of the war. Then, out of the blue, he received a letter from Karim asking to meet with him. Apparently the teen was working for the Ishbalan resistance and needed some help. By no means approving of the military’s actions in Ishbal, especially with news breaking of State Alchemists being sent in and rumors that the war was now becoming a genocide campaign, he decided he would do whatever he could to help the Ishbalans, despite the risk to himself. Thus he wrote back to Karim with the time and place to meet him, saying that perhaps he would be able to help. Sitting at a table at the back of the pub, James gently milked his beer and watched the door as the occasional customer came wandering in and out. He had been there over an hour when suddenly a figure in a white robe, with the hood pulled over his head, and sunglasses on walked in through the door. Not quite as inconspicuous as he was hoping, but it worked. Wandering across the pub, he approached Karim, bowed, and then slipped his arm around the young man’s shoulder and led him towards the back. “It’s good to see you, my friend, though I wish the reunion was under better circumstances. I just hope you don’t mind sharing a drink with an Ammy.” He paused as they took a seat, his face becoming rather somber. “I…I was sorry to hear about your father. He was a good man. How is your mother holding up these days?” TAG: Chanbill -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1
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CryoDragoon01 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 8/28/07 12:45pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	IC: Second Lieutenant Alex Barret Military Camps- Fortress Town of Ishtan- Ishbal District- Ishbal At last the day had come: The day-long ride to Ishbal had finally ended. A vast sea of tents spread out into the desert-like, barren soil which characterised Ishbal. Valleys and small hills filled the sight, and the sun was of a bright red, contrasting heavily against the sapphire blue of the sky. Yes, the camp was bustling with soldiers, indeed, coming and going, and aside from a group of soldiers, briefed and nervous, ready to move out, the atmosphere was much like his former home: The city; Lively with all the people moving to and fro, yet peaceful; Filled with laughter and joy, yet also with a sadness, a secret longing. Who knows how long these soldiers have been here already, filled with the silent desire. And who knows: Maybe this time, their longing, and the one of their families, would come true; Maybe this time, peace would come at last… On the outskirts of the camp, a patient, yet bored brigade waited for the Brigadier General to pass down orders on where and to who they’d be assigned. The laughter and joking of the 40-or-so newbies could probably be heard from many tens of meters away, but their happiness, however, was sadly, just a mask to hide their true feelings, as the members of the brigade, who had been together for three years now, and had become each other’s family, would now enter the real danger zone: This was War. Their fear of potentially never seeing each other again, or dying themselves, could clearly be seen through their happy, content façade. No matter how hard they tried, the negative atmosphere could not so easily be removed by jokes. And Alex felt the same way. Which was quite the surprise… It was a bit early to be worrying about this stuff, right? “Sir?” Ah, Yes, the warrant officer. Seems I kind of… dosed off there. Maybe I should become a poet one day… Alex turned around on the wall, which was located on the top of a hill, and which was high enough to overlook the barren field between the camp and the city, littered with grenade and shell impacts. He turned away from the battered landscape, and faced the Warrant Officer directly now, and while still cleaning his gun, he upheld his depressed emotionless face… “Yes, Ford?” “You’ve heard about the State Alchemists arriving tomorrow, right? So, now, if you had your choice, which of the State Alchemists that you know would you pick to be assigned to… sir?” Alex’ mouth curled up into a thoughtful smile. His voice was different now. Instead of the usual calm sound, he had changed now, to a more energetic, powerful voice, hoping that the entire brigade would hear him. Maybe he just wanted to restore a piece of the calmness or hope they had lost to worries, or maybe just to sound cool… “I don’t really care, to be honest. As long as they’re strong and capable enough to take care of themselves, and altruistic enough to take care of me… I mean… us… Which I do not doubt, by the way, I wouldn’t mind at all who we’d be assigned to. I mean, we don’t know anything aside from their names...” He continued with the usual softness and reassuring calmness that characterised his voice. “Tomorrow, Ford… We’ll see tomorrow… It's called something like ‘Live in the Present’, if I remember correctly… Yeah, That’s right… So: Ford… why don’t you go speed stuff up and go look for the Brigadier General, eh? The sooner it’s tomorrow, the sooner we’ll know…”[/color] An almost villainous grin travelled up his lips… And as he turned back to the horizon, the magazine of his gun was locked in the clip-holder with a clean ‘click’… His gun was ready... But were the others? A wind blew, and the waiting continued… He pointed his pistol to the dawning sun… And with the continuous, soft, almost rhythmic sounds of gunshots and explosions in the background, his small mutter could barely be heard… Bang! TAG: GM (R_Zion) or anyone who wants to join in ;p... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: There, my first ever (official) RP Post... ^^ I feel like I've started off describing stuff a bit too fanatically... And it's a bit long isn't it? O_o Oh! And don’t think too much of the ‘bang’-part… I just had to end it somewhere… And someway ;p
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/28/07 1:57pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre
	IC: Karim Assad "Mother is fine." Karim said, little emotion in his voice. Since his father's death he tended to show no emotion, seeing it as a way to keep the people who killed him from having a complete victory. "I need you to help me find out what the Amestrian military is up to." he added deciding to skip the formalities and getting right to the reason he had asked James here in the first place. "If I can find out what they're planning my people may just survive this genocidic assault on my country. I won't let those military dogs wipe out the rest of my family." he said only the smallest amount of disernable emotion in his voice. "Maybe I'll find out who killed my father in the process." he said his eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses. "Anyway do you think you can help?" he asked James, locking his eyes on his. TAG: James -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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ShadowofMiracles Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 8/28/07 3:55pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre - Date Edited: 8/28/07 6:54pm (1 edits total) Edited By: NaboosPrincess
	OCC: I know this is probably too late to mention, but since I can't change my character's bio now I just wanted everyone to know that besides just his palms, he has transmutation circles in his gloves that he know carries. IC: Solo 'I wonder why the hell am I even here?' a sigh escaped his mouth before he brought the small bottle of water to his lips. The cold water refreshed him, his dry mouth had wanted some water for a while now. The desert was cruel and held no pity for any man, he knew that very well yet there he was trying to cross it. His white hair shined brightly by the sun's rays making his hair shine a silver color. His skin was tan and slightly shiny by the sweat that was trailing down his forehead and he could feel it running down his back. Even though it was really hot he was still wearing a black trench coat that passed his knees. He continue to drink from the bottle of water up until the last drop. He smacked the bottom of the bottle with the palm on his hand, but it was completely empty and he was still thirsty. He sighed again pushing the bangs of his hair back with his hand, "Well Solo you got no water and its at least one hour until you get to Ishbal...what are you going to do?" for some strange reason he found himself talking to...himself. He needed to go see a doctor after he was done with his little trip, being in the desert this long was definitely not healthy, especially if it meant having conversations with yourself. "Well ME, the answer is completely obvious..." Solo grinned as he took out a pair of gloves from the pocket of his coat. He slip them into his hands and cracked his knuckles in the process, "I'll use alchemy" He was kneeling down in one knee as he clapped his hands together then slammed them into the sand. Suddenly a bright blue light shot from the ground as a Well suddenly popped from the ground shooting huge amounts of water. Solo's grin widen as the fresh water covered most of his body cooling him down and refreshing him. "Ah Alchemy what would I do without you?" Solo said as he spread his arms letting the water completely soaked him, he didn't have to worry because he knew that the heat would dry him and his clothes. "I wonder how can my homeland see this as the greatest sin?" Solo wondered as he let his arms fall to his sides. He was an exile to his people he knew that and there was absolutely no reason why he should go back, but something just told him to go back. Also he had heard from people around him that something was going down in Ishbal and it included State Alchemist or 'dogs of the military' as they were often called. "Well better get going" -------------- Solo's clothes which were once completely wet were now dry due to the sun and the heat of the desert. He pushed his sunglasses further up to cover his red eyes, Ishbal was right in front of him only at a distance from where he was. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed a group of people in uniforms outside the city, he could tell they were soldiers, but he continued to walk nonetheless. BANG His ears twitch as his head quickly shot up, a gun was just fired. Apparently one of the soldiers had just shot someone. He couldn't tell too well because he wasn't really close to them, but he could still them and he knew there was a possibility that they could see him too. 'Well better go introduce myself to this people' a grin appeared across his face as he continue to walk. It was then when he heard one of them shout something along the lines of “Sir! Behind us!” but it came very quietly since he was still at a distance. Solo started walking closer to them, his grin still in his face. If the military was here then there was no doubt that State Alchemists were here as well, all he had to do was find them. Tag: R_Zion, anyone
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/28/07 5:26pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre - Date Edited: 8/28/07 5:27pm (1 edits total) Edited By: R_Zion
	IC: Warrant Officer Ford Military Camps- Fortress Town of Ishtan- Ishbal District- Ishbal Ford looked up from his things momentarily and looked at the Second Lieutenant, a bit puzzled. Was he joking or did he really want him to go look for the Brigadier General? “I…I’m not so sure it’s a good idea if I bother the General. He’s not a particularly…friendly fellow, from what I hear, and I don’t want to become a Master Sergeant again for disturbing him.” He gave a brief laugh at the comment, despite the fact that he was being totally honest. “Anyway, if I could choose…you know, amongst the State Alchemists?... I think I’d either go with Major Mustang or Colonel Grand. They say Grand is the consummate soldier…loyal, noble, yet fearsome. I’ve seen Mustang practicing at the Eastern Command Center and his flame alchemy is…well, awesome. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that. Either one of them… I’d be proud to serve with them.” TAG: Cryodragoon IC: James Black McMillian’s Pub- East City- Amestris James slowly sipped his beer as he listened to Karim speak and then folded his hands over his face. “As to military information, I can do some digging myself through some contacts I have in Eastern Command, but that was one the reason I invited you here.” He paused and glanced towards the empty bar. “McMillian’s is a frequent stop for Officers from Eastern Command after they’re done with their day. Come by her in the evening when the soldiers are here, find one drunk enough, and you might be able to get a few tidbits of information.” Taking another quick drink from his beer, he matched the young Ishbalan eye for eye, or at least eye for sunglasses. “As to your father, as much as I’d like to help, I doubt I can. The military doesn’t keep names or records on who they kill. They just kill them. I doubt even the soldier who killed him knew who he was. The most we’ll find out here in East City is when more troops are going to be deployed to Ishbal and from where. The finer troop movements around Ishbal would either be with the higher Generals, from whom there’s no way I’ll get any information, or from the troops on the ground back in Ishbal, which would require raiding one of the military command centers out there. I’ll do what I can to help, but I’m not sure what information I’ll be able to get.” James looked down at his drink and gave a sad smile. “If my wife knew I was getting involved in this god forsaken war, she’d kill me, but I gotta do what I can to help.” TAG: Chanbill IC: Private Andrews Tarsa- Ishbal District- Ishbal The Ishbalan in the distance continued to approach, the white of his teeth shining in the sunlight as he walked. Andrews looked up to his Captain, who was watching through a pair of binoculars that were tied around his neck. “Sir? Our orders?” Hesitating, the young Captain watched as the Ishbalan drew ever closer. “It’s probable that this man is probably some kind of bomber or some such. Why else would he be walking straight towards the enemy lines?” He put down his binoculars and then turned to look at his men. “Soldiers, about face and open fire!” TAG: ShadowofMiracles -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1
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CryoDragoon01 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 8/29/07 12:24pm Subject: RE: Fullmetal Alchemist: The Ishbalan Massacre - Date Edited: 8/29/07 12:26pm (1 edits total) Edited By: CryoDragoon01
	IC: Second Lieutenant Alex Barret Military Camps- Fortress Town of Ishtan- Ishbal District- Ishbal Alex drew the gun back. As the adrenalin rush in his blood caused by the ready-to-fire pistol faded, his face changed back from the momentary, powerful expression caused by the feelings of might and maybe even control, to the usual calm face. He switched the pistol back into safe mode, and holstered it, securing the gun tightly with the small belt attached to the leather, slightly worn holster. He could almost feel the eyes of Ford boring into him. The absence of sounds from his general direction probably indicated he was asking himself what he had exactly meant. ‘Was it some kind of cruel joke, or is he serious’. His slight stuttering instead of the wanted ‘Yes, Sir’ was even more an indication of Barret’s apparent inability to joke, and play jokes… “I… I’m not so sure it’s a good idea if I bother the General. He’s not a particularly…friendly fellow, from what I hear, and I don’t want to become a Master Sergeant again for disturbing him.” He followed up with a small laugh. Too bad that gave it all away: He was dead-serious… Scared by the brigadier general. This was a day to remember, indeed… A small smile slowly crept up Alex’ face. Maybe his jokes would actually get better one day… But indeed: There were rumours about the General. About him being brutish and dangerous, even to his own soldiers. Yes, this was, according to the rumours, a tactician not to mess with… For you could find yourself briefed for a suicide mission soon after. Alex responded to Ford's answer with a smirk... Maybe he would need to work on his own jokes... “Anyway, if I could choose…you know, amongst the State Alchemists?... I think I’d either go with Major Mustang or Colonel Grand. They say Grand is the consummate soldier…loyal, noble, yet fearsome. I’ve seen Mustang practicing at the Eastern Command Center and his flame alchemy is…well, awesome. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that. Either one of them… I’d be proud to serve with them.” Alex turned himself around, so that he would come to face Ford again, and pushed himself off the wall. He landed most gracefully, with a soft thud, and went to sit in the shadow of the wall. The sun was dawning still, yet the characteristic heat of Ishbal had enveloped him already, and his uniform, which felt like it could even be used in arctic conditions, didn’t help much either. His face frowned his eyebrows automatically, as he thought about the statement with mixed feelings: Indeed, fearsome soldiers were needed for this war, but their destructive abilities just didn’t feel right. His own motivation for joining the military; The drive to bring justice and civilisation to the world contradicted heavily with the unavoidable needless killings that both their rumoured personalities and abilities implied. “Boy, do you know any one of them personally? I don’t think you do. Your statement is filled with assumptions and rumours going round in the brigade, while not one of us has ever seen, let alone know them. Sure… You’ve seen Major Mustang practise, just like I did, once, but does that say anything about himself? Of course not… In fact: I hope his own personality isn’t as destructive and malicious as the fire he conjures up. I really hope this war won’t be as destructive as the destruction he is able to rain down upon enemies, or bloody as the Iron Blood Alchemist’s name implies. I don’t promote needless slaughtering and destruction, and I honestly hope there’ll be some good people and buildings left when we leave Ishbal… You shouldn’t be proud of the destruction or killings your superior can inflict…” Boy? Why the hell did I call him ‘Boy’… I don’t even know how old he is… Darn… I sound old like that... Still… I like the speech… And with that, his face turned into a content smile… Yes, this was the kind of talk you’d expect from an officer. Promotion, here I come! He leaned his back against the wall behind him, his face turned towards the camp, and he muttered, to no-one in particular… I wonder what time the General wakes up… TAG: GM (R_Zion), or anyone who wants to join in… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Second Post! Though shorter and less descriptive, I hope I've improved at least a bit... But anyway: Time to go to bed... Goodnight, everyone... ^^
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