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The room was mostly quiet after, everyone seemed to be waiting in anticipation for the Fuhrer to arrive… small chat was obviously kept to a minimum. Even Mayhew was quiet, which for him was quite the feat as he could talk the ear off a statue when in the right mood. But today he knew the business was of a very serious matter, that’s why they were given a private conference room. And as the room was all settled, everyone finally finding their proper level of comfort. (and throats all cleared.) The fuhrer stepped into the room, His chest puffed out and his beard glorious and well kept.
If you’ve ever stared down the eyes of an angry beast protecting its territory, then you know the look on the face of the Fuhrer. His eyes cold, serious and clearly not in the mood for any merrymaking. He took his seat at the head of the table and slammed down a pile of papers. This of-course gathered everyone’s attention in an instant. “I’m not here for games.” The Fuhrer snarled, “What I’m about to tell you is of the utmost secrecy and importance.” His eyes measured up each and every member at the table.
“You will be part of a task-force. You will hunt down these beasts. You will put them down.” With a wave of his hands, papers stretched atop the counter. Each and everyone of them containing the images of people, brutally fused to machines. Though these images varied in age, some many years apart. “There is a sickness in this country. Alchemists whom believe they can step in the realm of god. Those who believe they can preform inhuman alchemical feats.” The Fuhrers voice boomed.
“I am not one of these men. I do not believe in the use of human Alchemy. You all are here to uphold this law, the law of our country and our people!” His lips curled as he spoke, like a beast snarling, “You are the chosen few for your areas of alchemical expertise. Each of you has been chosen for a set purpose, your skills in tracking down Rogue Alchemists, your natural aptitude for investigation, Your understanding of the powers of Alchemy and its inner workings and finally, for your curiosity and drive to pursue the unknown.”
He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair, showing his muscular form. “You all will depart from here, Investigate this mess. How you do it will be up to you, but you will inform everyone of your progress, especially myself.” The Fuhrer looked around the table, varied looks of confusion, worry and the like. “You don’t have time to ask questions. There are sadists out there killing our people. Go stop them.”
The group remained silent as the Fuhrer stayed speechless. “I SAID GO STOP THEM!” He growled, “SIR! YES SIR!” the men spoke and left, though the Alchemists had their own plans in mind...
The room was mostly quiet after, everyone seemed to be waiting in anticipation for the Fuhrer to arrive… small chat was obviously kept to a minimum. Even Mayhew was quiet, which for him was quite the feat as he could talk the ear off a statue when in the right mood. But today he knew the business was of a very serious matter, that’s why they were given a private conference room. And as the room was all settled, everyone finally finding their proper level of comfort. (and throats all cleared.) The fuhrer stepped into the room, His chest puffed out and his beard glorious and well kept.
If you’ve ever stared down the eyes of an angry beast protecting its territory, then you know the look on the face of the Fuhrer. His eyes cold, serious and clearly not in the mood for any merrymaking. He took his seat at the head of the table and slammed down a pile of papers. This of-course gathered everyone’s attention in an instant. “I’m not here for games.” The Fuhrer snarled, “What I’m about to tell you is of the utmost secrecy and importance.” His eyes measured up each and every member at the table.
“You will be part of a task-force. You will hunt down these beasts. You will put them down.” With a wave of his hands, papers stretched atop the counter. Each and everyone of them containing the images of people, brutally fused to machines. Though these images varied in age, some many years apart. “There is a sickness in this country. Alchemists whom believe they can step in the realm of god. Those who believe they can preform inhuman alchemical feats.” The Fuhrers voice boomed.
“I am not one of these men. I do not believe in the use of human Alchemy. You all are here to uphold this law, the law of our country and our people!” His lips curled as he spoke, like a beast snarling, “You are the chosen few for your areas of alchemical expertise. Each of you has been chosen for a set purpose, your skills in tracking down Rogue Alchemists, your natural aptitude for investigation, Your understanding of the powers of Alchemy and its inner workings and finally, for your curiosity and drive to pursue the unknown.”
He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair, showing his muscular form. “You all will depart from here, Investigate this mess. How you do it will be up to you, but you will inform everyone of your progress, especially myself.” The Fuhrer looked around the table, varied looks of confusion, worry and the like. “You don’t have time to ask questions. There are sadists out there killing our people. Go stop them.”
The group remained silent as the Fuhrer stayed speechless. “I SAID GO STOP THEM!” He growled, “SIR! YES SIR!” the men spoke and left, though the Alchemists had their own plans in mind...
