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Post by Dawsic on Sat Feb 16, 2013 3:09 am

The Central City Airport as what it always was, busy and packed full of people.
Most traveling to one of the outlying HQs, except for one individual running through the crowd. " Listen I'm sorry I'll get you another!" Dawsic yelled running away from a powerfully built person who he had just bumped into and knocked his nachos all over the front of the girl's jeans, which apparently pissed her off and tried to slam Dawsic upside his head with a dumbbell. He had burst into the pilot's lounge which then got security on his tail as well, when he slammed into a small-framed woman wearing a light jacket and a shirt with the current #1 band emblazed on it, and unintentionally locked lips with her. When they both we're back on their feet, she slapped Dawsic and pushed him into his assailant, who started pummeling him the moment he touched her.
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Re: Central Intelligence Agency

Post by Tsuritsa Cooper on Sun Feb 17, 2013 2:21 am

It had been quite a long day. A flight from Gelemort to Cerise, from Cerise to London, from London to Central. But it had purpose! The king required his 7th grade gym socks, you see, and Tsu was chosen to retrieve them. but first, it was lunch time. So she entered the pilot's lounge after landing, and was enjoying a gallon-sized bucket of fish nuggets and a 3 liter Red Pop Faygo, as she deserved such a nice treat. She worked hard! Ordering it was a pain, though. She didn't speak Amestrian, not a lick of it. Didn't even understand it, had to bust out the ole translator book. But it was all chill.

Anyways, she was minding her own business, and about to go back out to check her plane's gas, when BAM. Crazy kid-thing flies into the room, slams into her, and by instinct, she slaps him with the fury of a crazy lady scorned. But, as it seemed, he was running for a reason; some airport cops and a heavy guy were tailing him. Calmly, she shoved the lad out of harm's way, and, despite her somewhat smaller stature, hoisted the large man over her back, and flung him through the table, careful to avoid her meal. As airport security drew weapons, she flipped out her badge, denoting she was Colonel Tsuritsa Cooper, Ciel pilot. "Shoo, shoo, scram! Get outta here!" Praying one of them spoke Ishvallan of some form, she made hurried hand gestures, and one bowed slightly and turned tail, the others following suit, either noticing their friend's understanding, or the chainsaw she had "holstered" on her back.

She turned to the guy now, with a hand on her hip, adjusting her shades with the other, before dropping that hand to her side. Uuuuuuh... Crap. Did the kid speak Doe'ann? Or Gelemortian? Or Klingon...? Asking each in turn, she found only confusion as her answer; kid probably only spoke Amestrian. Ah well. Staring at him, she popped a few fish nuggets in her mouth, curious as to where the conversation would go from there.
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Re: Central Intelligence Agency

Post by Dawsic on Sun Feb 17, 2013 7:29 pm

Dawsic could see the conversation was getting them both nowhere. He thought to speak Amestrian but he thought since he couldn't understand her, she wouldn't understand him. Until he realized Amestrian borrowed a lot of Ishvallan words. So it would make sense just to speak in those words. However when he tried the woman just stood there with a confused face. However He then tried to speak in Cretan. " Hello my name is Dawsic." When he did so the woman's face lit up. He then pulled out one of his travel dictionaries at random, which was really a microphone headset that could tune into a certain language and translate it to Amestrian, his father designed it for speaking to the injured foreign, but when he learned the languages himself he gave the dictionaries to Dawsic. The one he pulled out was the Ishvallen translator. She then started to speak in Ishvallan he understood her word for word. He then apologized for the commotion, paid for the damages, retrieved his fallen rucksack and began to walk away. When he walked 10 ft from the woman he noticed something wrong. His right arm couldn't move and he smelled oil. When he looked down his sleeve was stained by the black, tarry liquid. He then rolled up his sleeve and winced as he saw that the metal that made up his arm was heavily dented in some places and hanging by a small gyro near his shoulder. He walked back to the woman, who revealed herself to be Tsu, and asked her if she knew a good technician.
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Re: Central Intelligence Agency

Post by Csilla Angelis on Sun Mar 03, 2013 4:01 pm

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Re: Central Intelligence Agency

Post by Tsuritsa Cooper on Wed Aug 14, 2013 3:51 pm

"EIN KATZEN UND EIN HUNDEN HAST DU MEIN PANTS. NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN." That is essentially what Tsu could gather from the kid as he spoke Amestrian, a language she, to reiterate, HAD NO IDEA HOW TO SPEAK. More or less anyways. He then spoke Creta. WELL THEN. Why couldn't he have just been speaking in Cretan the entire time?! Sure, she had no idea how to speak it, AT ALL, but she could understand it well enough. And he then put on some weird head gizmo, as she returned to her large bucket of delicious and probably-not-nutritious fish nuggets. "Dawsic, eh? Tsuritsa Cooper, though you totally have no clue what I'm even saying. Ah, but if only there were a dubbed version of real life!~ Then I wouldn't have to read subtitles on my shows." Yes, she was well aware, he couldn't understa-... Oh.

Seems his head gizmo thing DID let him understand things. Somehow. Alchemy was a weird thing, it probably let him do stuff like that just 'cause. She wouldn't break his fridge logic by questioning it, at any rate. She popped a few fish nuggets in her mouth, chewing them as he apologized; honestly, she hadn't really minded all too much; commotion made for excitement, and honestly, she had little to do. " It's all kinds of good, broski, all chill, whatnot. Keep your money too, not like you caused me any harm; I don't even work here, I'm a pilot from across the seven seas. Or two seas, I can't remember."

He then grabbed his stuff and left, as she sat back down to finish her meal. Well, that was fun. Now for a bit more R&R, before she returned to the regal regimancy of her royal employer. Orrrrr, not. The guy came back, with a noticeably creaky arm. Automail, eh? And that seemed to be his issue as he asked her for a mechanical reccomendation, to which she grinned, pushing her aviators up onto her nose, as they'd slid down a bit. "Well, dunno about 'mail, but I'm a legit mechanic, for serious Could toats fix your arm; can't be too different from fixing my plane, yeah? C'mon, follow me out to the strip, I have some tools in the cockpit I could use." Without further adieu, she grabbed her fish nuggets and 3-liter of Faygo and set off toward the landing strips.
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Re: Central Intelligence Agency

Post by Dawsic on Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:24 pm

Daw followed Tsu toward the tarmat for her tool set.
Of course he had never set foot on one before as he had little reasons for leaving the country. (Well maybe excluding that one time he was vacationing in Drachma when he met that little girl).

As they were walking he saw a small figure running closer and closer. Even though the person was a good 20-30 feet behind them, he could recognize that voice anywhere. It was his stalker girlfriend psyco thing. Megan Zyoka (An exchange student from Xing). At first Tsu was confused when Dawsic started running, but when she glanced backwards she saw the girl chasing him.

Megan tackled Daw so hard he actually slid the rest of the way to the plane. Which afterwards all he heard was the Xingese coming from Megan and the laughter coming from Tsu. Of course he managed to shake her off to hear Tsu sing a song he knew too well. Then of course the laughter turned into yelling in both Amestrian and Ishvallen.

Megan (confused as she didn't speak Ishvallen and had forgotten her Amestrian translator) She walked over to the plane and extracted a pair of very old socks and slipped them on her own feet.

Of course Tsu noticed then started freaking out while Daw sat right by her with an embarrassed look.
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Post by Tsuritsa Cooper on Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:36 pm

As Tsu walked out onto the landing area, where all the planes were kept, it struck her mind that she was being followed. Turning her head slightly, she noticed some weird guy walking behind her, moving in the EXACT. SAME. DIRECTION. AS HER. It was unnervingly creepy, and she had half a mind to slice him in half with a chainsaw right now, if it wouldn't involve setting down her chainsaw to do so! But then, of course, she remembered that said guy was Dawsic, though he'd rudely not introduced himself properly, or he might have, but she didn't pay him any attention, and he was SUPPOSED to be following her. Right, right, his automail. yeah, she remembered that.

As the deadly duo walked onward, they reached her plane; The CD Aces High, her pride and joy. The one thing she loved in the world more than Insane Clown Posse and Star Trek! It's beautiful paint job, it's anachronistic appearance, a biplane, although heavily modded, amongst the modern jets and superplanes of the modern era. She reached inside to find her set of wrenches, or started to anyways, as she heard heavy footsteps pounding behind them. Wut?

She glanced back, just in time to see Dawsic get tackled to death by some crazy chick. LAAAAAAWL. The Doe'ann pilot did what most would do and laughed. A lot. She actually set her fish nuggets and Faygo down to do so. HOW AMUSING. He was being tackled by a weirdo! Such laughter, though, made her want to SING~ For some odd reason or whatever. SO SHE DID. And for all her life, she couldn't remember what song she sang that fateful mid-afternoon, but it wasn't the greatest song in the world; no... IT WAS JUST A TRIBUTE! YOU GOTTA BELIEVE IT. IT WAS JUST A TRIBUTE! TO THE GREATEST SONG IN THE WORLD, ALLLLL RIGHT. 'Ti Tuga digga tu Gi Friba fligugibu Uh Fligugigbu Uh Di Ei Friba Du Gi Fligu fligugigugi Flilibili Ah (Bow) (Bow) (Bow) (Ooh) (Bow) (Bi) Fligu wene mamamana Sacrebleu! Erm... Okay, so it was a Doe'Ann-Ishvallan translation of "Tribute" by Tenacious D.

But the singing ended abruptly as the girl put her filthy paws on her baby, on Aces High, and STOLE HER SOCK. Tsu pushed her shades up onto her nose, ensuring they were tightly fixed to her face, and stepped calmly up to the one called Megan. "Dawsic, translate this for me." She then didn't say anything translatable, but rather, gave a swift and solid uppercut to the one called Megan who DARED defile her preciousssss, hearing a wonderful crack as her jaw was probably broken, before giving her a fine left hook, breaking her nose and blacking an eye. "DON'T. TOUCH. MY. PLANE. YOU. STUPID. PLEBE." And, for good measure, she kicked her in the shin, before stepping back over to her plain and searching for the tools again. "Daw, bro, get your ho under control. It ain't cool, man. Not cool."
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Post by Dawsic on Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:59 pm

Daw looked at Tsu as she clocked Megan in the face for touching her plain and the sock she had in there.
Weird someone would beat someone for touching a pair of old socks. That is until he remember Tsu saying something about the king's socks. He nodded at Megan, pick the socks she so literally knocked off and placed them in the cockpit.

Tsu then called him over and pulled out some plane scrap she had been saving for when she had time to make adjustments to her ride. She then pulled out a blow torch and a screw driver and went to work. She was saying something but Daw was just staring into space. That is until he felt his weight shift to the left and he slipped off the crate he was sitting on and landed on his face.

He heard a contact of hand skin and forehead skin. Tsu pulled him back up and attached some sort of weight to his right shoulder and set to work again.
After a few moments he felt screws tighten as she reattached his arm. He looked at the patch. She told him it would do until he went to a proper automail mechanic. He wondered what would happen next when Megan woke up and pushed him into the cockpit disregarding the huge size difference. He then heard more yelling as Tsu started a fight with Megan. Daw popped one of Tsu's fish balls and watched.
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