~What Happens In Drachma Goes Around the World~

Hmmm... Mmmmhmmm... With a blue Crayola stick of wax, commonly called a crayon, jutting out of Nyx's mouth, askew to the left, she scrunched up her eyes as she colored in peace and tranquility. Tossing a red crayon aside, she took the blue from her mouth and doodled on, in focused concentration. What was she drawing, might you ask? She was attempting to replicate some of Aurel's war planning thingies, because one day, she'd be the one making war plan thingies, while he got to sit in a comfy chair and bask in his own glory. It must be so fun to be that amazing... So she colored in the areas of Amestris where it would be strategically best to detonate large quantities of explosives, when artistic urges struck her; seeing a young man depart from a train at the station across from the embassy, she decided to color a picture of him. So she set to work, quickly putting 64 crayons into high gear, until finally, she had a decent coloring of the unknown stranger. Hopping up with a smile and a flutter of her angelic wings, the product of the most accursed alchemy, she skipped over to him.

Tapping him on the hip, as his shoulder was a bit high up, she smiled and held up her drawing for him to see. "Hello mister~ Hope you don't mind too terribly, but I drew this picture of you. You can have it if you want. I'm Nyx, who are you?~" And with a slight shifting of her soft teal hair, large violet eyes looked cheerfully into those of the man, about eighteen, as her head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

He looked down at the 13 year old, staring in wonder at the colored picture of himself. Every detail perfect in every way. He takes the picture out of the teal haired girl's hand gently with his gloved, automail hand. " Did you draw this yourself. Cause you look like the most creative child ever. My name is Dawsic." he asked the girl in the most calm voice ever, reaching out to shake her hand. Hoping she wouldn't feel the cold, touch of his automail. 'Why wont she answer me.' He thought to himself, looking like a statue, his arm still extended. He lowered his arm, folded his new picture carefully, and tucked in his jacket. "Well I guess I'll see you around sometimes." He headed toward the exit, lugging his heavy backpack. When he heard the teenage girl speak up again really quick.

Hearing his compliments, Nyx smiled even bigger, pleased by his reaction to it. As he asked if it was of her hands, she nodded, for she had indeed worked extra hard to color a good picture for him, despite the fact she really wasn't the best artist. Shaking his hand, she cheerily grinned up to him. She felt a metallic hardness to his arm, and knew quickly he was like Mr. Ivanka, with metal arms and stuff. But as he ended the handshake, he started to walk away, and Nyx frowned. So soon? Turning to face, him, she yelled after him, "Hey, wait Dawsic!" Running over to him, as he stopped and turned, she grasped his hand with both of her own, looking up into his eyes. "Don't go yet, I was going to ask if you could sit down and have a snack with me so i could color a better picture of you. That one was a quick picture, really, I think i could do better if you were closer, and more still instead of walking. So whaddaya say? I have cookies~"

Hearing the mention of food made Dawsic's stomach sound like Chewbaca. He had slept most of the train ride and had missed all the food carts. "Sure why not I got a few minutes." Dawsic pull out a borrowed state alchemist's watch and checked how long he had before heading toward the streets. He sits down with Nyx and spots the map of Amestris with Central HQ colored the most. He slowly dismissed it and helped himself to a cookie. "Umm whats with the maps of Amestris? A school project?" He asked innocently watching several suspected RIOTE members enter the building. Keeping the terrorist members in the corner of his eye, he continued to to look at Nyx quickly sketching him. He fidgeted at the sight of the group coming over to the booth where both Nyx and himself were sitting. "Are you finished?" He asked seeing her setting down the crayons.

A smile formed on the mouth of the young Amestrian girl as she heard him accept her offer to sit and have a snack as she sketched him. To be honest, she'd become bored with her plotting, and she figured even Aurel had to take a cookie break now and again. It's hard work making up grand master plans to play with entire nations like silly putty! Hmm... Nyx wanted some silly putty now...

As she pondered the location of her OTHER silly putty containers, lost in time and space, or likely under her bed, she noticed a shiny appear in the guy's hands, as did about five RIOTE soldiers. They approached, as Nyx looked at the watch, before he put it away. State Alchemist, eh...? This guy barely looked like a teenager! No way he was a State Alchemist, and even if so, what kind of idiot waltzes into Drachma with a watch like that, without packing more heat than the hottest furnace? Nope, didn't seem legit! Alex seemed legit, but not this guy!

She looked at him with a smile as he asked his question, examining the map, as she went to town with her crayons, like a fine artist with paints. Coloring, she spoke without looking up from he task. "Hm? Oh, that! No, it's not a school project, silly~ I'm not in school, I learn stuff by talking to Aurly and Hily-poo~ Oh, and Dae-Dae too! It's supposed to be-" As she finished her sentence, or rather, went to do so, the men approached, crowding especially the chair belonging to Dawsic. So Nyx looked up with a bright smile to them all, and a cheerful flutter of her wings. "Hi guys!~" One, the leader, she presumed, nodded to her with a smile, as the other four followed suit. "Lady Nyx. Is this man causing you any trouble?"

She shook her head, as she carried on coloring. "Mmnmm. He was just getting off his train, so I decided to color a picture of him." The man tilted his head back in a slow nod of understanding. "Ahhh, I see... Lady Nyx, you know it isn't Aurel's wish that you meet with such... common... vermin. Especially an alchemist of Amestris." At this, Nyx frowned.

"[olor=green]Oh, you guys worry too much! It's okay, Aurly won't mind.[/color]" The man sighed, and nodded, defeated by those large eyes of amaranthian violet. It was funny, really; a small child was capable of mass destruction, obliterating whole troops, allowed to go where she wanted, do what she wanted, permitted to refer to Aurel with a sense of casualty, unlike many other members of RIOTE, and fully dominating the respect and loyalty of a mas percentage of RIOTE's officers. And she wasn't even self-aware of her power and authority, to add a touch of irony to the pot...

So Nyx smiled as she set down her crayons, turning the paper to Dawsic, with a smile, as she bit into a soft cookie, peanut butter and chocolate chip, one of very few recipes she could cook. "Whaddaya think?~"

"The drawing is a epic masterpeice." He told the young girl, lighting the young girl's face, while also pushing the the RIOTE member out of his face. "And No i'm not a State Alchemist, I'M NOT EVEN A MILITARY DOG"! He yelled at the dumb asses crowding him, He looked into Nyx's purple eyes with his own. "Can you please tell these jackasses to go away." Dawsic asked the little 13 year old. He saw the 5 reach into they're coat pockets and pulled a gun and pointed at him "Shit!" He yelled pushing Nyx out of the booth. They both ran out of the station dodging bullets. "I would use alchemy right now but I need approval from Central HQ!" He yelled to Nyx as she questioned him about not using the art. Dawsic heard 3 shots being fired and saw that all 3 were coming toward Nyx. He blocked all 3 shots with his right arm, tearing the coat arm to shreds revealing shining metal underneath. He ripped the sleeve off the coat and continued running keeping 1 pace behing the young girl.

Well... It started out nice and peaceful! She smiled brightly at his compliment on her art, although it was likely not that great. "Thank you~" As the RIOTE members approached and they spoke, one leaned into Dawsic's face a touch too much, so the young man snapped and yelled at him, as well as shoving him, causing the man to fall onto his bum, angry as a bull on Mars. Nyx was a tad surprised, and thusly, blinked twice, with widened eyes, as more chaos unfolded. Dawsic turned to her, and asked her to call off the angered men, and she opened her mouth to do so, when they, apparently ignoring her, pulled guns. Instinctively, she reached behind her back for her bow, but stopped herself; everyone here was a friend! Friends shouldn't fight!

And then, of course, she got shoved down, and pulled along with him, trying to turn back, but he seemed not to notice. Hearing gunshots, she folded her wings behind her to block the bullets, if any made contact with her, likely stray shots. As it happened, she was his human shield, as she was being dragged along behind him, but thankfully he blocked the shots for her, and as he started to keep running, she pulled sharply on his hand. "Dawsic, stop!" A tad irritated now, she turned to face the men and held out a hand, as they all immediately ceased. Waving her hand down, they knelt on one knee, the five of them, and she approached. "Sergeant, that was uncalled for, and you know it! Now I said he was welcome in Drachma, and you should've controlled that man when he got in Dawsic's face!"

"I apologize, Lady Nyx, it will not happen again, ma'am." With a curt nod, she turned to Dawsic with a somewhat annoyed expression, though not outright anger. "And as for you. That wasn't very nice what you did either, Dawsic. Name-calling isn't nice, and you could've just asked him to back off politely. And if you'd have given me a minute or two, I'd have told them to put down their weapons anyways!

So I think you owe me for saving your butt... Hmmm... Three scoops of vanilla ice cream on a chocolate waffle cone. Extra sprinkles! Aaaand a cherry. Men, you're all dismissed; and be lucky I don't tell Aurly on you! That goes for you too, Dawsic."

"Sorry I get nervous when I travel. Wheres the shop?" He asked the teenager. "I'm in a foreign country thats run by a terrorist group, I got caught with a borrowed State Alchemist watch in a place where alchemy is quite forbidden, and I got shot at for trying to get someone out of my face and trying to protect someone but I see you are capable of defending yourself." He told the her staring at her wings, noting that she is a Generation 5 Chimera. He sat down at the counter with her and ordered an triple scoop, choco covered, ice cream cone. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and with it a peice of paper with his mission specs on it. He quickly snatched up the paper and paid for the ice cream. He could have sworn the owner said 'Damn Amestrians.' He apologised for the inconveniences and quickly left toward the streets.

"Oooooooooh, okay. Can't stay mad at you~ Right this way!" With a bright grin, she led the way, then, to the ice cream place, as Dawsic spoke, replying as she walked. "Well, that would be a pretty bad spot you're in, Daw! Seems kinda silly to me, why you'd come here from Amestris with that watch, especially knowing Amestris and Drachma aren't getting along too well right now." Nodding as to reaffirm what she'd just said, as kids sometimes do, before grinning, with a little giggle as he noted her capabilities for self-defense. "Mhmm~ I'm not one of RIOTE's top ten for nothing, silly!~"

Having not noticed his staring at her wings, something she'd have not liked at all, and likely would have been at least annoyed by, she sat down, still beaming, as he ordered the ice cream for her, which she happily started eating. Watching him retrieve from his pocket a wallet she watched as he handed the man money, but also noticed a slip of paper, pretty briefly, that said something about RIOTE and mission. Ooooooh... So he was probably a top secret spy in Amestris for RIOTE! Or at least, that's what Nyx assumed. One of those sleepy agents or something. So she followed him out of the shop, eating her ice cream and walking alongside him, waiting for him to decide where they should go.