Equivalent Exchange: Episode 3--Crimson Eternal

[Dire Lemming]

Alphonse slowly nods, a bit disapointed; "All right... It looked fine to me. Do you know when she'll be back?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I'm not entirely sure. That's why she'll send you a messenger when she wants to see you. Where will you be located in the time being?"

 

[stonegod]

"I'm sorry, she's not here right now. She's looking into someone who can help refurbish her office. Can I have someone come get you?"

Laura's eyes raised at that statement. She needs to keep this that much a secret? Perhaps it was conjecture, but Hawkeye's office was clean before they left. Best to keep her conjectures to herself for now.

 

[Dire Lemming]

"I guess I'll probably be at the hotel, I think she knows where." Al looks past the clerk at Hawkeyes' office door, and asks curiously, "Did something happen? The office looked fine to me earlier."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Some of her pistols fell off a shelf, and one or two of them triggered, so there were a few stray gunshots. They left some bullet holes. Don't worry, the Brigadier General was not harmed. I'll let her know, and she'll send someone for you."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Al looks surprised and confused at the story, it certainly doesn't sound like Hawkeye to leave loaded guns on unstable shelves, and all of her guns were always keapt in top shape. It was hard to beleive one of them would missfire. "Uh... really? That's strange, it's a good thing no one got hurt. Well you know, I could just fix the holes with alchemy in no time. Then you could send someone to bring the General back and no one would have to wait." Al smiles innocently.

OOC: Oh man, you went and did something evil again didn't you! Al really doesn't suspect a thing, he's just impatient and wants to discuss how Kate Miller is alive and well.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, there's no need to concern yourself, Fullmetal. The Brigadier General is requisitioning the help of one of the Junior State Alchemists* for just this purpose. Enjoy your stay at the inn, and a messenger will inform you of the Brigadier General's availability."

*(Fuhrer Mustang instituted a Junior level of State Alchemists by making the exams slightly less exclusive. Unlike Bradley, who only wanted killing machines and potential stone-makers / human transmuters, these Junior State Alchemists use their more modest talents for community service activities)

(OOC: Who me? I'm totally innocent )

 

[Dire Lemming]

Al is undeterred, "It's no problem, I need to talk to her anyway, so I'll just fix it up and wait for her to return. That way you won't need to bring someone else for it." Starting to get impatient, Al tries to walk past the clerk and get to the door.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"She may not be able to talk to you right after she returns regardless. You may be a State Alchemist, but remember that she is a Brigadier General--she has plenty of other duties on her mind that may have to come before your convenience. The room is locked, though. If you really want to repair it yourself, I'm sure that will be fine, but you'll have to wait for the key. Since a Junior State Alchemist will be coming back anyway, it hardly seems necessary, Fullmetal sir."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Al sighs, it almost seems like they don't want him there. He could always unlock the door with alchemy... but that seemed like it would be going a bit far just to fix a hole in the wall. "This is important, something she's been waiting for." he sighs again, "Well if I can't get into her office, I can just wait for her here until she gets back. There's really nothing else for me to do until I speak with her, and if I go back to the hotel it'll just take longer."

Al finds a place to sit and plops himself down.

"Well maybe I can meet the Junior State Alchemist. I've never met one before."