MISSION: Central and the Fall of Power

Kyle Crane was sitting in the dark shadow of a small cafe. It was not really a popular place in Central, however it was the very place where Kyle had to meet Spade. It was just the time now, and the man should arrive here soon - any minute now. It would be the second time they would speak, and today Spade had to give him his answer. It was just two days ago that Kyle had contacted Spade, just as he found out that the man had some important role in the Cretan invasion not too long ago. He was a potential ally and could achieve much by joining Kyle. So - it was pretty much natural that Kyle would make a proposition to Spade, he however didn't really go into the details and only told him the main thing - the Fuhrer had to go. Kyle would be the one who would take the place of a weak, controlled girl and the unpredictable man. Greed knew Aurel and Hild well enough to make his words sound sincere. It was not like Amestris would be plunged into chaos with Kyle at the seat of power - NO. Greed was a twisted maniac, that much was true - but he was no fool. He would make Amestris rise above all the other countries and be stronger than ever before! Unlike Father or the current Fuhrer - he knew exactly what he was going to do, and the tentacles of his plans would envelop this world.... but all i due time. And Greed had a lot of time on his hands.

The man straightened his suit and fixed his hat for, perhaps, a fifth time now and turned his look towards the exit from the cafe. No alarm was raised in the city and no panic. Yet... that was possibly due to two things. One - the riot would start in about an hour and Spade did not tell the Fuhrer of Kyle's plan. Kyle knew this was a great risk to try and get Spade Aeries to join him, but it was worth it - if he would stand by Greed, then most of the Central's soldiers would do so as well. For them - Spade was the commander, not the Fuhrer. Perhaps... just perhaps - even some of the expected opposition would join Greed's forces when they see that the leader of Central Command was on his side.
Kyle's men... and women were in position already. Aliyah was supposed to alert Kyle when Spade would be in the vicinity. Envy was inside, but Kyle couldn't see him. Of course - Greed needed someone to back him up, in case Spade would try and assassinate him. Everything was possible...
The Homunculus smiled, covering his mouth with the shade from the hat. Today was going to be the day - all or nothing.
ALL - OR NOTHING!

Spoiler:

Cafe. Watching. Careful. Aligned scope. Put eye up to. Perfect view. Moved hand to safety. Flicked on. Sat up. Looked out into distance. Sigh. Stared at still-smouldering ruins. Focus of work. No more laboratory. Burned to ground. Everybody dead. Doctors too. Sigh. Looked back down scope. Watched cafe door. Kept hand over safety. No need yet. Watching out of building window. Was to alert. Spade would arrive. She would quell dispute. Bullets were good in quarrels. Made things real easy. Vehicle pulled up. Tensed slightly. Stared at occupant. Person walked into cafe. Sigh of relief. Didn't match description. Wasn't Aeries.

False alarm. Relaxed slightly. Sat back again. Looked up at sky through ruined hole in roof. Good day. Nice day. Good for killing. Day of reckoning. Would overthrow Fuhrer. Respect for Kyle would serve her well. Another vehicle. Jumped slightly. Moved back to scope. Stared down barrel. Crosshairs were at head. Long hair. Cigarette. Aeries. Picked up phone from side. Dialed speed-dial 1. Held up to ear. Ring. Answer.

"It's AA. Spade is here. On your guard, sir." Hung up phone. Replaced by side. Gripped rifle once more. Took safety off. Sigh. Finger over trigger. Two rounds could take out a tank. One was enough for human.

"I knew he would have someone waiting for me, but who knew it would be you." A lazy voice flowed from behind the girl. Smoldering emerald eyes blazed down at her from where she crouched, holding a sniper rifle and a phone. Her voice had warned Kyle of the doppelganger's arrival. However, the man wearing a wig with one of Spade's smokes hanging in his mouth simply walked passed the cafe, got into a car, and drove away. A crooked smirk slid onto the playboy's lips as he patted Aliydsfjs on the head gently. There was no hostility in his actions, only caution.

"The reason why I'm here," he began in an all-too-serious tone for Aeries the womanizer, "is because without trust, we cannot begin to win over the hearts of the Amestrian people. Tell him that." He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair and winked dashingly at her. "Why don't we go together to the cafe?" He offered it as a suggestion, but in reality it was a demand. His left hand gripped thin wires acquired from the metal piping of the crumbling building. They were intricately thrown about the girl whose mind seemed more like a computer than a living being. Despite this fact, Spade was ready to end her if she so much as twitched the wrong way. By now she should have noticed that if she didn't move with him, her neck would be severed. "Call Kyle and tell him that we'll be there in five. k thanks."

"Worked it out. Smart. But trust was never a problem." Concentrating too hard. Didn't notice footsteps. Had placed claymores instead. Why no boom? Faulty wiring. Piece of crap. That's what you get from surplus. Reached for pistol. Ready to turn and aim at him. Felt them. Wires. Eyes narrowed. Grunted. Moved hand back. Safe again. Reached for phone. Picked up. Dialed Kyle again.

"Things changed. Will be accompanying Spade. See you soon." Held phone out of window. Dropped. Smashed on ground below. Only disposable. Stood up slowly. Left Hawk Trigger behind. Un-needed. Would get too many looks. So would school-ish uniform. Couldn't be helped. Wasn't going to change. Not in front of man. Started to walk down stairs. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. At the base. Looked for claymore. Sitting in corner. Disarmed. Bitch. Sigh. Walked out door. Across street. Into cafe. Spade behind. Saw Kyle. Sat next to him. Waited.

"He found me. Took out my mine. Nothing I could do. Apologies." Said nothing else. No need. Would be killed.

That cafe wasn't maybe one of the popular ones, but it seemed to be currently one of the tidiest. That may have been the work of a truly dedicated cleaner, who had worked for hours and hours and was working still. Or maybe waiter and seller were just very tidy themselves and helped in cleaning. Or maybe those two customers didn't just make any mess at all. Riku had been there for a whole day, in a disguise. He just needed to take out one of the humans who visited there often. It had been enjoyable to kill someone after a long time of pretending. Unfortunately he couldn't take his time with it, as people tend to make a lot of noises. This currently black haired Homunculus glanced to door with the corner of his eye. Two people had entered. His attention was focused on the man. He turned his gaze back into the table. Riku continued observing the man trough the reflection against the mirror, in case something would happen.

The day started like any other day, especially on a morning as dim as this. Alena had been up for hours, pacing back and forth in her room. Different possibilities race throughout her mind as she stops and stares at herself in the floor length mirror. Perfection. The beautiful homunculus steps closer towards her reflection, staring at her flawless features. Even the littlest dark circle was barely noticeable on her faultless face. Alena slowly turns and goes into her walk-in closet, she has to prepare for the days major event. First, she slowly slips into tight violet leather pants. The leathery texture molded to her legs wondrously, which would be the perfect distraction for military men. Alena slides on a loose strapless white tube shirt, along with a short black jacket. In her mind, she WAS going to look her best while doing some major blood shedding. Over top of her current attire, Vanity throws on an Amestrain Military uniform that she acquired from Ryuichi. Alena flutters her way into the bathroom where she plasters russian red lipstick on her lips along with makeup on her eyes and cheeks.

It didn’t take long for the homunculus to get ready, especially since she looks perfect to begin with. Vanity heads out the door right after she slips into three inch black stiletto heels. Once she was outside, it wouldn’t take long before she was inside of Central. She knew the plan, for the most part. Everything that Kyle had told her anyways. The young girl struts down the street in disguise. Her seductive lips were proud as she marches down the street towards Central. She knew for a fact nothing would get in her way today. A past revolution pops into her mind as she ascends towards the grand HQ. Soon enough, Central would be stormed by opponents. Just like the Storming of the Bastille was years and years ago. There would soon be a vicious battles with blood dripping down the mighty walls of Central. Painting the majestic landmark crimson red, staining the prestige white walls with the torment and horror of war. This thought easily makes Alena smirks, just as she continues to imagine the outcome.

Alena walks past the small café that Kyle was waiting in, and she knew the signal to give. The homunculus gives a slight head turn to the direction of the café, starring into the window at Kyle for a split second. Her chest pounds with energy, life, and passion. This was going to be more interesting than anyone would imagine. As she looks through the window, Vanity gives a tiny eyebrow raise and continues down the street towards her starting point. Just as she presses onward, she catches Spade out of the corner of her eye heading for the café. “And so it begins…” Vanity mumbles under her breathe as she stares down the long straightaway towards Central.

Greed got a call from Aliyah, and picked up the phone, since he had it close to him - right on the center of the table actually. He smiled as he heard that Spade was in the vicinity - the girl was very useful and had quite a sharp eye. He was kind of proud... both of her and of himself. He was gathering quite a team, and they all were under his control. He loved this.
Kyle heard as the phone rang again. That was weird... he hurriedly picked it up after a moment of hesitation and heard as Aliyah told him that she will be accompanying Spade here. That wasn't part of the plan... Kyle was ready for anything - a trap? Did Aliyah betray him? Maybe Spade figured something out? Faliure was not an option right now!

Greed turned his head towards the exit and saw as Aliyah came in, with Spade following her. Kyle appeared to be relaxed, but he was all tensed up in reality. He watched as Aliyah sat down next to Kyle and spoke. Ah... that was a relief, since Spade and his men did not come busting out the door and shooting all around.
Kyle smiled at Aliy from under the shade of his hat, she could see it though:

"Don't worry, there's no problem at all. Just be more careful next time, ok?" - Kyle shifted his gaze towards Spade and motioned for him to seat opposite of Kyle. The Homunculi smiled again, showing a polite smile and spoke, catching Vanity's perfect face as he glanced at the entrance:

"So... Commander Spade. I am sure you have an answer for my question that I asked you some time ago. And.... what is your answer?"

Whatever his answer - today was going to be fun.

Spade sat down and crossed his legs. Today he wasn't wearing his military uniform, no. The navy blue leather of his pants stuck together where his legs touched, hanging loose around his hips. It led up to a long trench coat of the same color. It fit him tightly, open at his legs, but zippered up to the collar. Along his arms were long white strips, crossed right before reaching his shoulders. Below his still smoldering jade eyes were a pair of black, private eye sunglasses. It seemed rather than a military drunkard, Spade was fitting his previous role of detective. Scrutinizing eyes beheld the man that came off more than just a man. And a keen smile slipped onto the playboy's lips without a thought. He folded his hands on the table for safe measure and looked directly at him. "I believe you have already realized my answer. If it were anything else, this entire cafe would be evacuated of females and filled with holes currently." His eyes flicked to his watch where the wires still connected Aliyhdsf to himself. With a single finger, he touched the steel material, breaking its entirety down to a dust only someone like Wrath could see. Spade watched the green-haired man so carefully that the air between them could have ceased to exist altogether.

After assessing his reaction, Spade Aeries stood up from the table. "It's today, so..." He held out a hand chivalrously to help up the computer-brain girl. "Let's start this shit."

"Waiiiii~" Celes chimed from behind the lustrous, blonde woman, "fancy meeting you here!" Soft blue, hooded eyes captured the light lazily from the sun as they met her gaze. He sped up his pace to walk beside her, Central Head Quarters in their direct path. He smiled brightly like a child who had no clue what he was involved in, but rather, that was simply a ruse. 'Course no one had to know that.

Celes was without his usual eye patch. Instead, he had a pair of light blue goggles on top of his head that matched his identical eyes despite the fact that he was blind in his left. He had a plain white shirt on that was covered by an open white jacket adorned with thick light blue straps of the same shade. The buckle around his collar was bound tightly while all the others remained undone. Celes' sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the same light blue hue that lined the inside of his windbreaker. Snapped around his wrists by a strap were white fingerless/knuckleless biker gloves, accenting the sweet sky color seen on the edges of his entire outfit. below his coat were white pants tight against his hips and buttoned up the sides to his knees with gold ornaments. He had on white cowboy boots with pointed tips, strapped under the heel and around the front and back with the same blue as always. This was just Celes' unique style that he loved to wear despite anything. This was him. And not Karis.

His platinum hair blew frivolously in the wind through the light that amplified it. Heat wafted around the two of them and warmed the top of Celesto's head. Today, despite anything...was a beautiful day. The smile never disappeared.

It was actually shaping up to be a pretty nice day, and Shula was actually feeling pretty relaxed about things. Finally. She was on her way to being able to put herself together and survive totally on her own. She was so close to her goal... So close she could almost taste it! Shula dug into the pocket of her favorite wool coat, pulling out the broken leather watch, checking the time as she picked up her step, heading into downtown. Her long, high ponytail swished from side to side quickly as she walked

Spade had given her an address and told her to meet him there, but that seemed somehow a little odd. She hadn't interacted that much with her main boss. Then again, she hadn't interacted with that many people from her office or the nearby offices much, either. Sure, she'd gone out for sandwiches or drinks with some of the girls from the secretarial pool a few times, but that was hardly anything spectacular (though it was kind of fun to be included in knowing the office gossip!)

Shula turned the corner, following the directions carefully and counted the addresses on the buildings until she stopped and looked to the cafe in the next building. A warm smile graced her lips as she shoved the folded paper back into the depths of the dark red wool, then moved her hand to under her coat to move the periwinkle sweater away from her hips and pull her phone from her jeans, texting a quick message to her grandfather that she'd be home later, that she had some of her medicine with her, and that she loved him. Shula closed the phone and put it away, rebuttoning her coat as she glanced into the window, giving a small, friendly wave inside Spade.

Acra was running late. He cursed himself for getting caught up but it had been a long time since he had received a phone call from his mother he couldn’t just hang up. He stumbled and leapt over a dog lying in the street yelling at it. “GO SLEEP IN THE ALLEY MUTT!” Ignoring the odd looks he received he sprinted towards the address he was told to go to. It would only take him ten minuets to get there if he didn’t run out of breath. He jammed a hand in his pockets running a finger over the pairs of gloves. He had ten pairs in each pocket…that meant twenty altogether. He smirked. He had been told to bring plenty. Finally some action he taught. Though unsure what it would be he still felt a tingle of excitement sliver up his spine.

Turning the last corner he gasped as his lungs burned from the excursion. When he saw a rather familiar head of blonde. At the rather short height. His grin doubled in size showing his back teeth. “OI Princess!” he called whistling a little turning his sprint into a jog. “You got called out too?” coming to a stop beside her, he rested his hand on his knees sucking in deep breaths of air into his burning lungs.

Greed smiled. Spade had made a right decision today and together they would make history. Ah - finally Kyle's greed could be satisfied, for some that that is. This was just the start of things to come, but as any beginning - this was the time when the whole thing could easily collapse. Greed had to be careful here. He had already instructed everyone what to do - Envy had his part to play, and Vanity had her own things to do right now.
The Humunculus in the black suit did not stand up, unlike Spade. On the contrary - going fast and attracting attention was not what they had to do right now, so he simply crossed his legs, putting one on the other and relaxed on the sofa. Of course - he saw the little thing that Spade did earlier, but even so - it was good that Spade could not see his eyes, and thus could not see that he saw that.
He put his hands on the back of his head and spoke:

"There's no need to hurry Commander Spade. Sit down." - he looked to his side and pulled one hand out, clicking his fingers twice. That was the signal for Riku to come out, and that all was safe. Kyle needed Spade to know who to shoot and who not to shoot after all, since Riku had a covert operation here and could be viewed as an enemy by mistake. After the homunculus would come out of the shadows, Kyle spoke:

"Why the hurry anyway? Let me share the action plan with ya, since you just happen not to know it. This is how it goes - my men will cause a riot in the other part of Central, and while those "loyalists" will be dispatched to deal with the threat - us, with all our able men..." - Kyle pointed at Spade in a relaxed manner. - "... will get into position and storm the Central Command. Don't worry though - we may not meet a lot of opposition, but who knows? I'd even encourage ya to give a speech - maybe some of the Central Guards loyalists will follow you, rather than the Fuhrer and her annoying brother." - Kyle almost hissed the word "brother" as he finished his speech. - "We move out in 20 minutes. And today we will make history. We will make a difference. Not only that - we will get Amestris rid of it's usurper... and then... then Amestris will rise once again, like a phoenix from the ashes! Reborn and better than ever before!"

Kyle spoke with sincerity in his voice. After all - all what he just said now was true. He simply didn't add the rest of the truth. He looked over all those who were present. He also gave Riku a smile, as if saying "All is going well brother."

With his back against the wall and a cigarette in his mouth, Apos Rajan was both inconspicuous, and the most obvious person there on the street. The fact that he was surreptitiously positioned outside the cafe that Spade Aeries had just walked into, combined with the cropped blond hair and the muscular frame made people think. Unfortunately, when people thought, it made for a lot of bad things. Apos sighed, and watched the people walk by, giving him shifty looks. What had he been asked to do here? He was slightly confused, wondering what was really going on.

But all he could do was stand outside and wait, just like he was asked. Not that he would've been much use in an actual Alchemist's fight, but he would've knocked some faces in, of course. Another sigh escaped his lips, and he leaned forwards, standing up straight and looking into the air, taking another puff of his cigarette and letting the smoke blow into the sky. He looked over to his right, at the door that Spade had entered through with the strange girl in the black uniform.

How was that cutie involved in all of this? He blinked, and made a note of all the people he'd seen enter the cafe, and all their faces. Nobody out of the ordinary... except for that strange guy he'd met a few days back - the one in the black suit. He was a strange one, alright. No doubt about that. But Apos couldn't help feeling this strange foreboding...

Like that guy was pivotal to this whole meeting. Or something.

As Vanity continues to travel towards the mighty fortress of Central, her eyes were kept firmly locked dead straight. Her body was tense as she struts with three-inch heels down the paved roads. Lost in thought, she barely noticed both men that swarmed her. It wasn’t a new thing in her mind; she was use to people flocking towards her. She tries her best to ignore the rather annoying young men, but suddenly she catches hold of the soft blue eyes. It was clear that there was something wrong with the man’s left eye, but that wasn’t what attracted her the most. Rather, this man was simply gorgeous. His features were almost as impeccable as hers. ‘Hmmmm’ Alena releases from the curses of her vivacious lips. “My pleasure, as always.” Alena quickly winks a playful gesture at the man before catching hold of the other.

Unlike the first man, the other was completely worn out. His breathing caught her off guard. If he couldn’t even jog for a couple of minutes without getting out of breath, how would he hold up in a battle? “Princess? Well not exactly, but yes, I’m here for my own purposes… as you are.” Alena barely makes eye contact with the Alchemist.

As she speaks to both men casually, she never stops once from her mission. Central. She was going to be the queen over this place soon enough, and it starts today!

Spade sat down. Right, right... He was getting a little ahead of himself. It happened often. He glanced at the same watch which had previously had the wire attached to it. By this time, most of his loyalist should be gathering around this very cafe. His emerald eyes sparked and he stared over his sunglasses at the man who enjoyed hiding behind his hat. Well, Spade give him a break, besides, this playboy had an addiction to sunglasses, so why not hats? Hey, whatever man. Spade was also a bit nervous. Maybe that was why he was jumping into action like an idiot. Well, he was always like that. Whatever. He really wanted to find out how many of his forces showed up after he had told them about their scheme. Ah, he just had to be patient!

Spade lit up, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke up into the air. With lazy eyes, he watched it dissipate into nothing. "A speech? Sure. And storming what's left over of Central Command, got it. Anything else?" Spade really didn't care about the green-haired guy's spiel; all that mattered was the result. And people always liked to carry on and on about how gallant their plan was. He just wasn't interested in that shit. They just had to get saving Amestris over with so he could find some ladies and hit the bar. Speaking of bar...

Celes' smile increased at her response and he turned to see some guy run up. He looked normal enough. Probably one of Spade's men. The blond nodded to him with a friendly smile. Where had he run from, South City? Blue eyes narrowed in amusement and he side stepped out of the way when the beautiful woman caught a hold of him. So they knew each other. The alchemist pocketed his hands and whistled a light tune, walking around the two in order to face them directly.

Celes held an arm to his chest and thrust the other out elegantly, bowing in an ancient fashion. "It is a pleasure to meet you both; I am Celesto S. Krow~" he said with sing-song tones. "And who might you two be? It seems you are connected with Kyle somehow, ne~" He smiled, twirling a piece of flaxen hair around a pale finger.

It was indeed very interesting to meet new people regardless of what was to come... Though he was somewhat intrigued, he was sure that things wouldn't work out the way everyone was planning them. He couldn't wait for the moment in which everything collapsed. All-knowing blue eyes rested coldly on the one whom was called 'princess'. It had a beautiful sound to it, though it was too much--like staring at the sun too long.

Acra heard someone talking to him and smiled. Shula most likely was ignoring him anyway. He waved smiling charmingly and held out a hand. “Nice to meet you. Schiwatas…Acra Schiwatas. And yes...I’m one of spades men.” He said giving Celesto’s hand a firm squeeze and shake. “And this lovely lady is Shula Brighton.” He placed both his hands on the smaller one’s shoulders leaning foreword to rest his chin on top of her head. “Don‘t be fooled by her height. She is an adult.” he chuckled teasing her lightly more at his own mistake when they first met then at her height itself. Kissing the top of her head to apologise slightly though he did hope she get a little angry. She was cute angry. “Guess were team mates in this…what ever it is…” He mumbled. He hadn’t actually listened to details. He heard there would be beer so he agreed.

Nothing remarkable seemed to be happening. Conversation between Spade and Kyle seemed to go well, if the small stand-up thing didn't counted. But nothing threatening. After a two loud snaps, Riku finally stopped doing those insignificant things, which he had been doing for a while now. At last he didn't need to act like a lousy robot, who just repeated same duties. He left two plates on the table and straightened his white shirt a bit. Then he turned around and walked straightly to the table, where Kyle and Spade were. His greeting towards both of these people consisted only a small raise of an hand. Riku wanted to give an impression from a silent assassin. Switching between roles so quickly wasn't that easy or comfortable. But it was worth it, after the one sees faces of the others who had believed the act. He would have wanted to laugh to Kyle's speech. He made his own personal desires to sound so heroic. Riku didn't smile back at him. That would have been out of his current character. Instead, he nodded and remained silent.

There was a small series of soft pops as Shula tilted her neck from side to side, letting the vertebrae release, relaxing Shula a little bit more as she shoved her hands in her pockets, waiting. Those had been her instructions; show up, wait. Easy enough, but she wondered if she wasn't the first one there until she heard footsteps running up behind her. "Oi, Princess!" Shula sighed faintly, a tiny smile twitching at the corners of her lips. Oh look, it was her knight in shining corduroy... She glanced her head over her shoulder to greet her coworker until another familiar voice respond to him. Her eyes landed on Vanity and her stomach sank a little. Oh. Her again.

Shula glanced away quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with the hopelessly gorgeous woman. The woman had just waltzed into Central, somehow got up to the third floor with no appointment or paperwork, caused some issues and honestly looked like she'd wanted to pin the other sergeant to the wall and shag his brains in then and there. And if Acra wanted make a fool of himself with her, that was his own damn business.

More people were beginning to gather out here... That was a good thing, she supposed. Shula gave a small wave to Celesto. She was about to introduce herself until Acra decided to do that for her... and use her as a headrest. Her eye twitched. He'd always see her as a kid, wouldn't he? She gave Celesto a wry smile. "Nice to meet you... And this is Acra, my step stool." A small, pointed elbow sailed back quickly and firmly into Acra's ribs, "politely" urging him to get off of her.

[enters topic] Lucas sat at his desk at central hq throwing darts at a nearby map landing one each of the places he had "worked" before: central, east city, west city, south city, north city, briggs, moskow, and london just name a few. the map happened to hung right next to an open window which looked out across the courtyard, so when someone dropped something outside the ofiice it startled lucas who was in the process of throwing the dart missed the map in which it flew out the window and speared a passing sparrow who flew across the yard from the force of the throw where it crashed through a window and landed on the desk of some random female private who was working as a secretary for an older general. she sreamed and ran into the courner away from the bird crying at the sensless waste of life. She would late quit the military and join the local hippie culture. Lucas meawhile went over to the window and slowly closed and locked it. he then let out a sigh at not bing caught having done that.

Acra grinned before the pointy sharp elbow got him in the gut. He let out a grunt and got off Shula. Nursing the wound before standing straight. He suddenly realised the presence of one more person. One whom had addressed him when he called shula. He looked over to her and his mind took a double take. Tall with stunning long legs. Blonde hair. Radiant beauty. Every box on his perfect girl check list had just been ticked. He gave a charming smile. “I’m sorry my dear I was actually calling Shula princess…But you my dear are far too beautiful to be just a mere princess.” He said hoping to right his rudeness with her. Gently holding out his hand to her for a polite greeting. All his attention now focused on Vanity. “I sorry to say, I have never met you round the office.” He said. “Are you here with Spade?” He felt a little bad for just ignoring Shula and flirting with the beautiful girl. But he was sure she wouldn’t of minded to much. “And I don’t think I caught your name?”

Houka stood silently atop a pillar of ice she had formed. Her top was removed leaving her in just the bandages she wore beneath. She was training herself to be able to withstand the elements better. She barely moved except for her hair which blew in the wind.. She focused and used her alchemy in order to maintain her body temperature. It was good training. After a while she leapt down landing in a crouch and turned swiftly heating her blade via alchemy to slice through the pillar. She pulled open a box incased in the pillar and took out her jacket and slipped it on. It was warm.

She walked inside and headed down towards the training room. Once there she focused and created a dense mist via alchemy. The mist was very dense so it was like moving through water. This was the mists. It was her domain. She had created the liquid mist (that was what it had come to be known as) to slow down her opponents, reduce their vision and give her an advantage. Her fighting style was flowing and she moved through the mist almost as if it wasn't there. She still wasn't happy with it though as it still slowed her down far too much and it stopped her knowing where her opponent was. She was hoping to develop her alchemy to prevent this from being a problem. The best she could do for now was to just try to improve it so it didn't slow her down so much. She had changed her outfit slightly so it was more water resistant and cut through the water better. It needed work though.

Vanity finally slows down and glares at the other woman. That soldier was present when she had seduced her way to the third for of HQ. It was so easy, especially with all the men roaming Central. "Heh" Alena folds her arms across her chest and then turns to stare at the small crowd surrounding her on her quest for power.

"I suppose you all can call me Alena." The girl who looked like she should be on the cover of Vanity Fair gives a charming smirk to her fellow 'soldiers' before locking eyes back with the gorgeous blond man. "As for Kyle, I guess you could say we're acquaintances..." Vanity winks quickly at him before turning to look at the 'Step Stool'. He was an interesting little fella, especially when he stood next to Celesto. "Ah, you're too nice!" She references to his comment on being more beautiful than a princess, and as she does she leans in and grazes his cheek with the tips of her fingers.