Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
I wouldn't recommend it. if only because we'd be murdered... horribly... unless greed comes and saves us.
FMA Brotherhood: Wahrheit (Current Arc: A Small Peace)
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Fantasy
- Location
- The UK
Not to mention that it's illegal.
A mechanical device might serve us better.
Is or isn't there some law about human transmutation that the mass of flesh taken is roughly proportional to the human you're creating?
A mechanical device might serve us better.
Is or isn't there some law about human transmutation that the mass of flesh taken is roughly proportional to the human you're creating?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
lets not turn ourselves into freaks of nature
palebow
has no clue what he is doing
- Location
- the god-damned moon
whats the point in learning how to fuck with the fabric of the world if not to play god
Because that's not what Truth wants us to do we should not be God but human Grounded by the natural order that is life we should not mess things that a human or any lower being should do
- Location
- Spain
And why should we care about what the Truth wants?
No seriously, he is a fucker, we don´t owe him anything, you can be an all-powerful god without being a dick about it.
No he has to do this so they can learn why do you think god was a nice deity look at the angels and when god did the flood that's punishment
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Well... The problem with that argument is, we broke a very sacred rule... one we knew about.
One we have been told, time and time again to never attempt, and we still did it anyway.
And ain't no one to blame but ourselves for that little mess we find ourselves in.
- Location
- Spain
I am not opening that can of worms...
Yeah, we screwed up, but that only means to acknowledge that up there there is a fucker who likes to smite people who cross his pretty arbitrary lines.
That is all we owe him, to acknowledge that He is there, and that piss him off is a bad idea, but I don´t really know why should we care about what it wants.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
not even the same universe mate!
We're dealing with something far more creative in the punishment department... someone who prompts character development!
Yes that
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Sounding a Lot like Edward Elric right now...
I love it.
Also, what is possible that... we may have to do some alchemy in the future... because we will.
- Location
- Spain
Well, this new power cost us our voice, so we should at least make as much use of it as possible, for utilitarianism if nothing else.
The Ishvalen War: The Beginning
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Ishvalen War: The Beginning.
April 3rd, 1901. Central, Amestris.
You heard the telephone rang before your uncle did. You always had the knack for noticing the things that Arthur deemed too unimportant to look up from the stacks of papers that were on his desk, much less from the still-novel invention that he wished was never installed into his office in the first place.
"By God, could you please pick that up Alfred, and hang it up, I do not want to deal with this crap!" Your uncle stated as you sighed.
Once again, to busy editing the paper to even care about the news happening right now. The thought did have some comedic value you suppose. A newspaperman obsessed with the news… being behind on the news.
Alright, just be yourself, answer the phone, be silent, and then hang up like a crazy person… Everyone expects Marshel or Sarah to answer the phone, but no one ever expects the Mute.
You walked over to the phone and answered it, remaining silent, but preparing a notepad, a pencil and prepared to write down the name of the caller, and then hanging up.
"Hgh." You scratched, making the only noise that you were sure could get someone's attention. Forcing the air from your lungs to make a sound in your dry throat.
"Well, It seems I have the mute…" there was a grunt on the other end of the line. A male grunt, who clearly did not want to be delayed. "Put your Uncle on, we have important business to discuss." The voice on the other line stated as you sighed.
What you would give for a device that could talk for you… or someone who could actually understand Amestrian Sign language.
So you could make your displeasure known. You picked up the receiver and then thought of a better idea to get your uncle Arthurs's attention. You drew a small transmutation circle on the notepad, tore out the paper, and allowed the electricity to flow through your body… and then, the wood paneling lifted up… just so slightly, so you could do… well
You always hated it when he ignored you… and the loud banging he did to get your attention and to make sure you paid attention.
You then, stomped on the wood panel, lifting it up, to shake his desk.
"Goddammit boy!" He shouted as he jumped up from his desk. "I am-!"
He then saw you hold up the phone… and smiled at him.
You then signed with one hand. "Payback Uncle… It's important."
Arthur then let out a sigh. Thankfully, he understood part of the message. "Dammit boy, I'm still too used to you just hang up the damn phone… must be important."
You raised an eyebrow. Either he did not see you sign the word, or he was trying to get a rile out of you…
Or was testing you again, trying to make sure your instincts were still sharp. After all, they had to be sharp… otherwise, you might be dead.
"Hand it over… and get to Sarah, she wants to talk to you about the story you have about that new recruit that joined… Mustang… We're not a political paper, edit his grandiose ideas out. We don't want to suffer another raid after that Armstrong incident."
Huh… he still remembered that? That fact you weren't killed for that interview was certainly the highlight of your very young career…
And it put War Stories on the Map. Who knew that all you needed to do was post a harrowing account from the North… and the woman who led it.
The Iron Wall of Briggs was a force to be reckoned with… and the fact you managed to get an interview with without dying was… commendable.
Your uncle took the phone, and you walked to Sarah's office, as she was crossing out several pages of your typed up notes. She looked up as you stomped your feet, a habit you had gotten into to get attention as you walked into any room at work.
She looked up, not surprised it was you. "The Mustang Story needs to change… we don't need another raid."
Okay… now you definitely know she heard the conversation outside.
You sat down and sign. "He was young, passionate. With a desire to help the nation, what is the matter with expressing such desires?"
It took Sarah a moment to translate your hand signs… and shook her head. "We've gained popularity with the Mainstream, the masses love this little paper of ours… and that means we're under scrutiny of the Central Command. After that stunt with General Armstrong, they want to make sure we don't air any more of their dirty laundry."
"Freedom of the Press isn't dead yet." You sign. "And we have a duty to report the news. Even if it's unsavory to those in power."
"Tell that to General Bradly… there are rumors going around that he might take command... Central command thinks he's the man to take over from President Howitzer." She replied.
You gave a small shake of your head in response. Another military dictatorship. Howtizer was the Parliament choice when he first came to power, the first democratically elected president in the nation's history… He thought peace was an option… that somehow there would be no more dead children of Amestris…
He had somehow, held for a decade… and the long peace he brought, along with many of his liberalization reforms were met with negative reception from the high command.
They thought he was weak… ineffective, unable to make a decisive decision.
Now with his retirement, and the chaos that his reign left… the military retook control. The only reason the Parliament existed was bureaucracy… and give the people an illusion that they could affect the nation.
Amestris was, and always shall be an authoritarian state. Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool. Even a reprieve from that was based on appeasement to the masses.
A Grand Strike was perhaps the only thing the central government feared… well that… and rouge state alchemists.
Has been since the Monarchy… has been since the chaos of the civil wars that founded the state itself… has been since the rise of the Führer and military strong men and the expansion period.
Always was… You weren't a politician or a historian but the military was always in control of the state and wielded the influence of despots and tyrants.
Interregnum… before another master takes command of the Army, and the State.
What I would give for some more banned literature. The Drachma Republic deserves to be more studied here in the country… it certainly has an interesting form of government.
You were staring off into space again, and Sarah said. "Alfred promise me you will try to get the stories that will keep us in business, and not act upon some ideals of the Truth… We aren't in the business of reporting the truth."
Truth… what did she know of Truth?
You wanted so desperately to bring her back. That you ignored the truth… the laws… even your own morality for a simple chance.
And the Truth let you know how stupid it was.
After all, it robbed you of your voice. Your ability to speak the truth.
No… now is not the time to be bitter.
But you never stopped hunting for it.
You showed your hands. "And lie to people… that's not what made us famous. The Truth pays bigger than the lies."
Sarah sighed. "Well, that doesn't mean that we'll live to see that profit. Especially when you make enemies with everyone who will read the publication."
Her grin showed you everything that you needed to be reminded of. She may be looking for a paycheck… but by God, she was just as nosey as you when it came to getting a scoop.
And Marshel just wanted the good pictures. Hopefully, he's back from the parade soon, the new uniforms needed to be shown in the next issue.
Then, Uncle Arthur opened the door. "To my office, both of you."
You stood up immediately, and Sarah followed close behind as you walked to the office of your uncle…
He shut the door behind the both of you… and pulled out a bottle of Brandy.
Oh no. That only came out when something happened… Bad.
"Just got word from Marshel. Ishval has exploded, a kid got killed, murdered in cold fucking blood, now there's rioting everywhere in the region… and the military is coming in to clean up the mess."
You raised an eyebrow. What?
Why would someone kill a child for no reason?
Sarah however, voices her thoughts loudly. "Murdered?"
Uncle Arthur sighed and poured a drink for you, and himself. "Kid was playing in the street… soldier walked in front of him, and blew his brains out."
Sarah looked cold. "Was there any justification? Any at all?" She was grasping at straws… for some kind of meaning.
"No… at least, not that we know of now." Arthur stated.
Sarah took a deep breath, tears streaming down her face… She never had the stomach for such news… told so bluntly.
She drank the brandy meant for you… and stole your uncle's glass as well, before storming out.
Dammit. You thought quietly, as Arthur looked to you. "You know what I'm going to ask you… right?"
Into the fires of Hell… Yeah… I know. You gave a short nod.
You wanted to say something, but you then went to your notebook… and then wrote what you needed to say.
"When do I leave?"
Your uncle didn't need to read it to understand it. "Tomorrow… first Train to the east. 7:23." He than poured another glass. "Stay safe boy… I can't lose you to."
He than raised a glass, and you nodded.
You needed to get packed.
---------------------------------------------------
You needed to get a few things packed. Some light Cotton clothes for the Desert and dry regions. And extra hat or two… boots, shoes.
Extra paper, pens, pencils, stamps for mailing interviews, press, and identification papers… Moms wedding ring… Dad's Alchemy notes… Alister's dog tags…
Maria's Broach… the only thing you were able to make for her before she died…
The items were on your desk same as the suitcase.
You had enough room for one more item… Maybe you can squeeze in… something.
What do you take?:
[]A Radio: THe Radio was your brothers, and thankfully for you, could connect back to Central on a Morse Frequency… meaning you can send interviews through wireless… but in a warzone, it might not work.
[]Fake Alchemist Papers: You forged them during your interview with General Armstrong… one glance at that Alchemist there was enough to copy and make a new identity… Atreus Alende, The States Newest Alchemist.
[]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
[]The Lion School Headband: You needed to see if there were any masters of the Form in Ishval… you still wished to learn the ways of hand to hand combat.
AN: enjoy.
April 3rd, 1901. Central, Amestris.
You heard the telephone rang before your uncle did. You always had the knack for noticing the things that Arthur deemed too unimportant to look up from the stacks of papers that were on his desk, much less from the still-novel invention that he wished was never installed into his office in the first place.
"By God, could you please pick that up Alfred, and hang it up, I do not want to deal with this crap!" Your uncle stated as you sighed.
Once again, to busy editing the paper to even care about the news happening right now. The thought did have some comedic value you suppose. A newspaperman obsessed with the news… being behind on the news.
Alright, just be yourself, answer the phone, be silent, and then hang up like a crazy person… Everyone expects Marshel or Sarah to answer the phone, but no one ever expects the Mute.
You walked over to the phone and answered it, remaining silent, but preparing a notepad, a pencil and prepared to write down the name of the caller, and then hanging up.
"Hgh." You scratched, making the only noise that you were sure could get someone's attention. Forcing the air from your lungs to make a sound in your dry throat.
"Well, It seems I have the mute…" there was a grunt on the other end of the line. A male grunt, who clearly did not want to be delayed. "Put your Uncle on, we have important business to discuss." The voice on the other line stated as you sighed.
What you would give for a device that could talk for you… or someone who could actually understand Amestrian Sign language.
So you could make your displeasure known. You picked up the receiver and then thought of a better idea to get your uncle Arthurs's attention. You drew a small transmutation circle on the notepad, tore out the paper, and allowed the electricity to flow through your body… and then, the wood paneling lifted up… just so slightly, so you could do… well
You always hated it when he ignored you… and the loud banging he did to get your attention and to make sure you paid attention.
You then, stomped on the wood panel, lifting it up, to shake his desk.
"Goddammit boy!" He shouted as he jumped up from his desk. "I am-!"
He then saw you hold up the phone… and smiled at him.
You then signed with one hand. "Payback Uncle… It's important."
Arthur then let out a sigh. Thankfully, he understood part of the message. "Dammit boy, I'm still too used to you just hang up the damn phone… must be important."
You raised an eyebrow. Either he did not see you sign the word, or he was trying to get a rile out of you…
Or was testing you again, trying to make sure your instincts were still sharp. After all, they had to be sharp… otherwise, you might be dead.
"Hand it over… and get to Sarah, she wants to talk to you about the story you have about that new recruit that joined… Mustang… We're not a political paper, edit his grandiose ideas out. We don't want to suffer another raid after that Armstrong incident."
Huh… he still remembered that? That fact you weren't killed for that interview was certainly the highlight of your very young career…
And it put War Stories on the Map. Who knew that all you needed to do was post a harrowing account from the North… and the woman who led it.
The Iron Wall of Briggs was a force to be reckoned with… and the fact you managed to get an interview with without dying was… commendable.
Your uncle took the phone, and you walked to Sarah's office, as she was crossing out several pages of your typed up notes. She looked up as you stomped your feet, a habit you had gotten into to get attention as you walked into any room at work.
She looked up, not surprised it was you. "The Mustang Story needs to change… we don't need another raid."
Okay… now you definitely know she heard the conversation outside.
You sat down and sign. "He was young, passionate. With a desire to help the nation, what is the matter with expressing such desires?"
It took Sarah a moment to translate your hand signs… and shook her head. "We've gained popularity with the Mainstream, the masses love this little paper of ours… and that means we're under scrutiny of the Central Command. After that stunt with General Armstrong, they want to make sure we don't air any more of their dirty laundry."
"Freedom of the Press isn't dead yet." You sign. "And we have a duty to report the news. Even if it's unsavory to those in power."
"Tell that to General Bradly… there are rumors going around that he might take command... Central command thinks he's the man to take over from President Howitzer." She replied.
You gave a small shake of your head in response. Another military dictatorship. Howtizer was the Parliament choice when he first came to power, the first democratically elected president in the nation's history… He thought peace was an option… that somehow there would be no more dead children of Amestris…
He had somehow, held for a decade… and the long peace he brought, along with many of his liberalization reforms were met with negative reception from the high command.
They thought he was weak… ineffective, unable to make a decisive decision.
Now with his retirement, and the chaos that his reign left… the military retook control. The only reason the Parliament existed was bureaucracy… and give the people an illusion that they could affect the nation.
Amestris was, and always shall be an authoritarian state. Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool. Even a reprieve from that was based on appeasement to the masses.
A Grand Strike was perhaps the only thing the central government feared… well that… and rouge state alchemists.
Has been since the Monarchy… has been since the chaos of the civil wars that founded the state itself… has been since the rise of the Führer and military strong men and the expansion period.
Always was… You weren't a politician or a historian but the military was always in control of the state and wielded the influence of despots and tyrants.
Interregnum… before another master takes command of the Army, and the State.
What I would give for some more banned literature. The Drachma Republic deserves to be more studied here in the country… it certainly has an interesting form of government.
You were staring off into space again, and Sarah said. "Alfred promise me you will try to get the stories that will keep us in business, and not act upon some ideals of the Truth… We aren't in the business of reporting the truth."
Truth… what did she know of Truth?
You wanted so desperately to bring her back. That you ignored the truth… the laws… even your own morality for a simple chance.
And the Truth let you know how stupid it was.
After all, it robbed you of your voice. Your ability to speak the truth.
No… now is not the time to be bitter.
But you never stopped hunting for it.
You showed your hands. "And lie to people… that's not what made us famous. The Truth pays bigger than the lies."
Sarah sighed. "Well, that doesn't mean that we'll live to see that profit. Especially when you make enemies with everyone who will read the publication."
Her grin showed you everything that you needed to be reminded of. She may be looking for a paycheck… but by God, she was just as nosey as you when it came to getting a scoop.
And Marshel just wanted the good pictures. Hopefully, he's back from the parade soon, the new uniforms needed to be shown in the next issue.
Then, Uncle Arthur opened the door. "To my office, both of you."
You stood up immediately, and Sarah followed close behind as you walked to the office of your uncle…
He shut the door behind the both of you… and pulled out a bottle of Brandy.
Oh no. That only came out when something happened… Bad.
"Just got word from Marshel. Ishval has exploded, a kid got killed, murdered in cold fucking blood, now there's rioting everywhere in the region… and the military is coming in to clean up the mess."
You raised an eyebrow. What?
Why would someone kill a child for no reason?
Sarah however, voices her thoughts loudly. "Murdered?"
Uncle Arthur sighed and poured a drink for you, and himself. "Kid was playing in the street… soldier walked in front of him, and blew his brains out."
Sarah looked cold. "Was there any justification? Any at all?" She was grasping at straws… for some kind of meaning.
"No… at least, not that we know of now." Arthur stated.
Sarah took a deep breath, tears streaming down her face… She never had the stomach for such news… told so bluntly.
She drank the brandy meant for you… and stole your uncle's glass as well, before storming out.
Dammit. You thought quietly, as Arthur looked to you. "You know what I'm going to ask you… right?"
Into the fires of Hell… Yeah… I know. You gave a short nod.
You wanted to say something, but you then went to your notebook… and then wrote what you needed to say.
"When do I leave?"
Your uncle didn't need to read it to understand it. "Tomorrow… first Train to the east. 7:23." He than poured another glass. "Stay safe boy… I can't lose you to."
He than raised a glass, and you nodded.
You needed to get packed.
---------------------------------------------------
You needed to get a few things packed. Some light Cotton clothes for the Desert and dry regions. And extra hat or two… boots, shoes.
Extra paper, pens, pencils, stamps for mailing interviews, press, and identification papers… Moms wedding ring… Dad's Alchemy notes… Alister's dog tags…
Maria's Broach… the only thing you were able to make for her before she died…
The items were on your desk same as the suitcase.
You had enough room for one more item… Maybe you can squeeze in… something.
What do you take?:
[]A Radio: THe Radio was your brothers, and thankfully for you, could connect back to Central on a Morse Frequency… meaning you can send interviews through wireless… but in a warzone, it might not work.
[]Fake Alchemist Papers: You forged them during your interview with General Armstrong… one glance at that Alchemist there was enough to copy and make a new identity… Atreus Alende, The States Newest Alchemist.
[]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
[]The Lion School Headband: You needed to see if there were any masters of the Form in Ishval… you still wished to learn the ways of hand to hand combat.
AN: enjoy.
- Location
- colombia
[X]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
definetly this,is not the same reading about alchemist burning civilians into ashes than seeing a picture of mustang launching a small nuke into a village
definetly this,is not the same reading about alchemist burning civilians into ashes than seeing a picture of mustang launching a small nuke into a village
- Location
- California,USA
I prefer we send Kimblee to the Gallows...Not Mustang. Because At least Mustang and Grumman will lead us to something resembling justice...
Don't Kill Mustang, He's a valid Ally in the years to come.
[X]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Technically it was Kimblee, and Mustang, and Kimblee is far worse considering he took pleasure in murdering people.
Well, that's not something you have any control of.
After all, your not in the millitary.
WilyMachineKing1
Executive Manager of Limbus Company
- Location
- Reno Nevada
[X]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
Only music appropriate to this:
Only music appropriate to this:
- Location
- Spain
[X]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
[X]A Portable Camera: A picture is worth a thousand words… and it might just give more documentation to this… War.
- Location
- Spain
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Give an omake, a bonus of a +10 will be added, or a tidbit of information will be given to you to assist you in the task of collecting information for producing profitable material for the masses, without getting censored or killed, when you write the news articles.
Yes, you are going to be assisting me writing news articles for the quest.
Excerpts mostly, but there will be defining news articles that can drastically shape the future... if you do well on writing said news article.
- Location
- Spain
Can we use omakes to acquire equipment or objects?