militarytactics | First Tactic

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First Tactic | Voice

This is Major Miles from Amestris... In this land known as Johto now.

I'm looking for information about the creatures of this land. Especially small blue round ones.

...Also, I'm looking for a man with an X-shaped scar across his forehead. Let me know where he is, if he's here.

Miles, out.

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[...oh, this. This is priceless. Oh my god this is priceless hang on hang on clearly there is going to be a troll in the goddamn dungeon tonight]

My, my - it seems we really are getting the entire lot of you nowadays. It's been a while, wouldn't you say?

But even so, allow me to assure you that the Ishvalan fugitive hasn't been seen in this place; even if he had, he remains my prey for the hunting, as it were.

[Oh hell no. Nu-uh. You couldn't pay him to spend any more time with this man. After all, they aren't home.

However...]

Not long enough, Kimblee.

Things have changed. He's no longer the prey. He is under my lead now.

[lala. he will be as civil as he can be even though he wants to bash your head in some days.]

[Oh, don't you oh hell no me.]

Well, that is new - although given how we parted, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, should I?

[Yeah, he's still not too pleased about that attempt to snipe him; ah, well. At least you put on a nice display for him with the Drachman army. Nice job breaking it, Briggs!]

[is your name solf j. kimblee? if so, oh hello no comes right away with a side of knee you in the groin.]

No. You should not be.

[Hey, it was necessary, you are a crazy asshole. And oh be quiet.]

If Scar appears, you are to leave him alone, Kimblee. He will be with me.

Oh, but you don't know that, actually - it's entirely possible that he might not be.

Or has no one informed you of how time works around here?

You currently being alive explains it well enough to me. I do not need another explanation about it.

[oh. fucking. orz]

I'd imagine so, given that that isn't something I broadcast.

Then the rest will be easy.

The war is over. Father has lost. The homunculi are dead.

So Scar is no longer prey. And if you treat him as such, I will be forced to take action against you.

Understood?

Honestly, I imagined as such, given a few conversations that have been had over the course of my stay here; just the same, I suppose it's nice to have the direct confirmation.

However, I think there are a few things you're failing to understand, Major. Such as exactly how little authority you have here.

Then you now know the entire truth.

No. I understand it perfectly fine. We are on the same level here. There are no titles. I am no longer a Major, and you are no longer The Crimson Alchemist.

The previous point still stands.

Making it a personal matter, rather than merely professional, then.

[it was always a personal matter too.]

Correct. Are there any other questions from you then?

Mm, not exactly. Just a confirmation that this particular personal matter isn't something we're going to agree on anytime soon.

While I'm sure you have your reasons for protecting that particular individual, I have my own for continuing to hunt him down. As long as he's not here, however, I have no quarrel with you unless you choose to create one.

Do we have an understanding?

That would be far too easy for you to do, Kimblee.

So long as he is not here then. And so long as you have no plans to discuss this sort of thing with me again, there will be none. We have an understanding.

[A tense one, however.]

I do believe you brought up the topic to begin with, Major?

[...okay, he's just teasing now, though at the very least it's a bit gentler than most of the things he does that constitute teasing, especially in your direction.]

But I suppose we'll see how long we can remain agreeable here, won't we. I won't be too optimistic - I expect we'll be at each other's throats within the week - but hope springs eternal and all that.

You're already being too optimistic about the situation.

[He's mostly silent. A week? Hardly.]

We have no reason to talk here, I would hope. After all, there's no more military. And I don't have a habit of talking to the dead.

[Hope. Springs. Eternal. Miles.

...ahahahahaha no really you have a point, we'll be trying to soak each other's heads within the next seventy-two hours]

Oh, thanks to whatever powers that be here, I can assure you that I'm very much alive.

But I'm not in the habit of speaking to your sort besides; again, we'll see where this brings us.

[seventy-two hours is pushing it.]

I hope when you say my sort, you are talking about the military. Or this agreement will not last a day. Have you not said enough yet.

Take it as you will.

The more you speak like that, the more I want to shut you up.

Rather fortunate that there's distance between us, then.

And let us keep that distance. So that we [I] barely have to deal with one another [you].

You'll find soon enough that this place has a nasty habit of bringing together those that really would rather stay separate.

But don't worry, Major; I won't instigate if you don't.

[AND WITH THAT you can say goodbye to the feed.]

[And when the feed is off.]

...We'll see about that, Kimblee.

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