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fullmetal alchemist: olivier armstrong

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Who: Olivier (

wallofbriggs) and you!
What: April Catchall
When: the rest of April
Where: Theater district, a training room somewhere (Olympia or on the station for those typically in Wyver)
Warning(s): tbd

These Are the Days of Our Lives:

[Most days Olivier can be found working guard duty in the theater district. It's usually pretty quiet beyond the occasional pickpocket, issues with scalpers, or people loitering around making nuisances of themselves.

It's a good time to get to know her fellow guards or deal with the easier riff-raff since she's still dealing with a broken arm.]

Don't Stop Me Now:

[Being injured doesn't mean she's going to take it easy. If anything, an injury just means she's going to be tougher on herself - not like she got to take out any frustration on those responsible.

When she's not working, Olivier finds time to practice with her sword. She's used it lefthanded before, but it's not her dominant hand so she could definitely use more training. She won't say much to those who want to stand around and watch. Anyone who looks like they know what they are doing however will get an invitation to spar.]

Don't go easy on me.

A Night at the Opera:

[She's not one to usually accept outside perks from a job. The work and what she can learn from it are the most important things, as well as keeping herself busy. But, every now and then it shows good faith to accept the "thanks" of the community and who was she to pass up tickets to the theater? It worked as a gift she wouldn't buy herself.

There is the small issue of having two tickets, however and only being a single. It's possible she invited someone along. Or she may have just grabbed someone off the street who was well dressed enough to join her.]

You're not going to fall asleep are you? The show hasn't even started yet.

Hit me:

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[Shura hasn't seen Olivier since the took on that one assignment months ago. It's not any particular relief or concern to see the woman again. Honestly, Shura really didn't want to go toe to toe with the woman--she wasn't going to be an easy fight by the look of it, even if she was injured. But still, Shura knew that if she didn't train, she'd end up tripping or stumbling or doing something stupid on a job, or worse, start growing a beer belly from lack of exercise. So fine, she'll take up that invitation, moving to the center of the training ring across from Oliver.]

That's fine by me~

[She takes a high stance, holding her practice sword up to the side of her head with one hand, sliding her other hand down the blade.]

Wanna set out rules, or just play until someone cries uncle?

[As much as she hates the idea of limits, the idea of getting yelled at for further injuring herself because she wouldn't yield during a damn training exercise is worse. Maybe.

Olivier's lip curls at the thought but she's also ready to get out of the cast as soon as she can. It takes a moment to come up with a compromise she can live with.]

Let's make it competitive. Each hit counts as a point, a kill strike equals two. First to ten wins, unless someone gets a five-point lead and then it's over.

[ It's an invitation that he really hadn't expected. One, he's all the way in Wyver, even if he did now have a house that could move now. But it had come anyway and he wonders why he of all people had been invited out. Perhaps it was because of whatever they had shared during the spar, or maybe after his death. Or maybe she had learned somehow that the elf he had been bound to no longer walked this world. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to question.

He was just going to show up in his nicest suit. Trim his unruly beard. Make himself presentable before he shows up. This time, there are no flowers for her. Instead, it's simply a small bottle of something nice for her to drink later.

But now, he sits in a seat that's too small for him, his legs crammed in the space. At least they aren't in front of anyone. He gives her a small sheepish smile. ]

It was a long journey to get here. But I'll try to pay attention. I hope it's a good story. They have a lot of operas where I'm from that tell really great stories. [ If it's anything like Wagner, he doesn't think he'll sleep through it at all. ]

[If he'd asked she would have suggested she could find someone else to go with, as simple as that. But they could both use the time out and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle - no expectations beyond the general company.

She'd have to plan better next time and make sure and request accommodations to better suit his size. But then it had been free so...]

It should be interesting to see how they compare to those from home as well. The public seems to enjoy them well enough from what I've heard. There haven't been any riots after them at least.

[ Oh, he's not going to complain about the accommodations. He's used to it. To being too big for anywhere he's ever been. He can only get as comfortable as he can and try not to do anything that might seem rude to his host. He rather likes her and he wants her to enjoy this as much as he hopes to. ]

Riots? They have riots over bad opera where you are from? That sounds exciting!

[ Reinhardt actually keeps his voice down a lot. He can be quiet when he wants. He doesn't want to bother others and besides, she's right there next to him. No need for his loudness. ]

I just hope it's not like the ones where the characters are dying for 4 hours. I don't like those much. I prefer the ones with the battles. Do you have favorites. I think you would like Brunhilde. She's an amazing warrior woman like you.

[Of course, he won't complain, he's too decent for that. That's what she's there for. ]

At home, no. I was warned there was a bad reaction once when someone thought it would be a good idea to perform a classic from Wyver without verifying the content first.

[She's sure he can imagine how well that went over.]

Knowing how things are between the two cities, this is probably a complete reversal and tells the story from Olympia's side. Lots of death, sacrifice, and heroism to stir the hearts of the citizenry.

Of course. [ He almost laughs at that. ] Propaganda never changes no matter where you go. People need heroes to look up to. Something to believe in. I'm sure back in your world, they had many tales of Major General Armstrong, whose might fells armies and whose beauty is unsurpassed.

[ With anyone else, that might have been a line, but for Reinhardt, he's just honestly trying to spin up an imaginary tale of her world where she had the same sort of good press as the Crusaders did in his. ]

I hope this is only half as exciting as those stories must be.

Everyone knows the real heroes don't get the adoration of anyone but their fellow soldiers. If you're doing your job, the public doesn't need to worry about their happy little lives and so they don't think about you.

[That would be a no, but it's said with absolutely no trace of bitterness. She knows how important Fort Briggs was to the safety of Amestris.]

If he wakes up again, you can ask the Hero of Ishval how he enjoyed it.

Perhaps, that's the way it should be. But I know that in my world, with humanity of the brink of extinction, it was thought that we needed heroes. The Crusaders became a symbol of hope for my country in a time when there was none. The people knew that they would survive because the Crusaders would be there to protect them.

[ And then there was Jack's statue. Maybe his world just needed visible heroes a bit more. ]

I might. But I'd rather just spend the time with you. Maybe they will have something like this in Wyver, so that I can invite you in return. See the other side of what is surely going to be an exciting tale.

[He says that, and she knows he means it, but she also knows better. Mustang is nothing if not a charismatic ass. She's sure Reinhardt would enjoy being around him as much as Alex seems to.]

As long as it's not in the middle of summer, I'll take you up on that.

[ He probably would enjoy Mustang. The question is would Mustang be able to put up with him. Especially when he went off on Justice and Knightly Morality lessons. ]

It does get rather warm there. I might move down here once it's too hot for me. My home is on wheels, so I can go and live where I please. Maybe I'll be able to convince you to come back to Camperlot with me after this, for a nice drink or dinner or something.

[He won't be able to see the raised eyebrow as the theater starts to darken, but it's there. Who lives in their car?

Fine, color her curious.]

Let's call it an excuse to open the bottle of wine and you're on.

I will call it that excuse then.

[ With that in his near future, Reinhardt settles in as best as he can to enjoy the show. He's likely far too into it, easily clinging to the story line. His heart goes out to the heroine and his excitement for the hero in his fight is palatable. He is definitely the sort that gets lost in a tale. ]

[Thanks to the magic of translation devices they won't have to look up what was going on at least. But the story is surprisingly good and set in a fantasy world that doesn't bring up any of the current events.

Once the opera is over and the lights come back up, she remains seated for the moment. No need to deal with the crowd trying to leave all at once.]

I suppose the basic formula is the same everywhere. A couple meets, something keeps them apart or tries to break them up, there's a fight, everyone dies. All while singing about the occasional dragon, magical item, or illness.

[ There are totally tears in his one good eye. He'd been moved. He usually was. He has no shame in that.

He smiles over to her. It's smart that they wait. He would be a problem in the crowd. He'd rather not step on anyone or run them over trying to get out. Even if he's excited to take her back to his camper for a nightcap. ]

It's nice to know that the more things change the more they stay the same. I won't be humming any of that music, but I think we should all be thankful for that. And I am thankful that you invited me. I really enjoyed the show.

[She looks him over for a moment trying to decide just how bad his singing, or humming, could possibly be. Loud and way to upbeat for opera is where she settles and mentally agrees that it may be for the best.]

You seem more the type for drinking songs in a bar. [Less a reminder of Alex and more Buccaneer this time.] Thank you for coming, the company was appreciated.

[Who knows what kind of annoyance she would have had to deal with otherwise.]

[ It's terrible. He's absolutely tone deaf. All while completely refusing to hide that fact. When he sings, he's as he always is. Loud and energetic and in your face, while being so off key it's almost sadly funny. ]

Drinking songs! Ja. You are right. I like them better. The Crusaders had many. Though I don't think any of them will be appropriate with wine. If you are still willing to come back to my house with me for a drink.

[Wasn't that the point of drinking songs to start with? Terrible no matter how drunk the singer is. That was the impression she'd been left with.]

Regretting you asked? Because I rarely change my mind once a decision has been made.

Me? Regretting inviting a lovely woman back for a drink? Hardly! I was just making certain that you still wished to go. If you'd like, we can head there now. I parked just outside the city gates.

[ He'll offer his arm so he can lead her. With his talk about his "house" and "parking", it's little wonder when he'll eventually lead them to the most eclectic amalgamation of house and steam powered vehicle. ]

Welcome to Camperlot, Major General.

[Reinhardt is the only person who could get away with saying something like that without her decking him or glaring really hard. She even takes his arm when offered, no matter how ridiculous it seems, considering he looked so damn proud of himself.

Of course, when they reach this home of his she's both relieved that he's not actually living in a car, and completely confused because what the hell is that?]

It's not what I expected.

[ Her reaction is pretty much what he's used to when he actually shows people his home. He knows it's strange. But it's really very nice and comfortable. He's more than happy to get the keys and open the front door to let her inside. And inside, it's just as eclectic but very much a home. It's got a very nice living room, and in another room, a library though a portion of it is taken up by his armor sitting there.

He won't even take her to the bedroom up a ladder in the back. That's too forward. Instead, he'll just nod to the overly large sofa and go to get that wine and the glasses.]

When I returned from the dead, I found this waiting for me back here. I think perhaps it was an apology of some sort. I know I shouldn't be accepting strange gifts, but with this, I can go where ever I want and never have to worry about where I'll sleep or what I'll be eating. I can be home no matter where I am. It's a kingdom for a traveling knight, ja?

It has to be better than roughing it all the time. And I think if it were some kind of trap, it would have already been sprung. You may be right about the apology.

[There were quite a few people who still needed to offer one.

And while she'll eventually get to the sofa, she can't help but peak around at rooms.]

You shouldn't get bored too soon with those books, as long as they aren't your least favorite style.

I think I shouldn't get bored because I will go where the adventure is. My armor and I will be in the thick of things. I can't wait.

[ He'll pour her her glass and hand it over. ] And when I come back, I can actually sleep on a bed and not the floor as I have been all this time.

Somehow I'm not surprised. But don't go looking for more adventure than you can handle.

[Hadn't they both seen how easily it can turn into trouble in this place?

She takes the glass and raises it in salute.]

May this keep you out of as much trouble as it gets you into.

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