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Post by Drystan Deverell on May 18, 2012 18:38:32 GMT -5
The hospital was dark, and there was no one to be seen in the hallways of the Quincy living quarters...not even the Alchemist who was sneaking around, invisible thanks to his own powers. A soft swear word might have been heard if anyone were around as he bumped into tall potted plant, rounding a corner in his search for a particular Quincy's room.
"Disappears for 5 years and doesn't even call to ask how we are..." Drystan muttered as he continued down the hall toward a reception desk with a computer, "...and you'd think a guy could visit his friend without having to sneak into a Hospital and hack into its system to find out where his room is..."
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Post by Heinrich Dieter on May 18, 2012 20:13:26 GMT -5
A blue haired young man would poke his head out from behind one the open doors in the compound. It was late into the night, and most quincy by now were completely asleep; however as usual Henry was incapable of resting, spending another night studying up on some practical medical techniques to help with some of the patients in the Hospital above. The sound of something weird caught his attention though when he definitely heard someone close by his room. Wheeling his chair out to the edge of his room, he peeked outward, looking around for the source of the disturbance.
The rattling of a potted plant caught his attention, but the young man didn’t see anything. Narrowing his eyes, he examined the hallway, listen carefully. There was definitely voice, one that he dreaded to hear when recognized it as he sighed uncomfortably. Rubbing his forehead he stood up from the chair and audibly rolled to its desk so the invisible alchemist could hear it. Shaking his head back and forth the German boy moved out of the doorway of his room and awkwardly waved at the thin air, the direction he had heard Drystan.
He was trying to get the ‘idiot’ out of the cameras of the hallway…while they wouldn’t see an invisible man, sure, it would only take an alert individual to notice his clumsy actions and start asking questions. …Unwanted attention, Heinrich did not want that. Last thing he needed was some late night guard to be posted outside his door for ‘security purposes,’ or worse…have him become the security guard in his own damn hallway.
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Post by Drystan Deverell on May 18, 2012 22:27:50 GMT -5
Drystan almost spoke aloud when he saw Heinrich waving, then remembered what he had been doing. So he walked over to the Quincy and into the room beyond him, tapping on the door to indicate he was out of the cameras range.
When the door was safely closed, Drystan's invisibility would lift with a flash of violet particles as the Alchemist smiled widely. "It's been a while," Drystan said happily, "we were starting to worry you hadn't recovered from your injuries."
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Post by Heinrich Dieter on May 20, 2012 23:08:09 GMT -5
“Yes…vell, I hahve been busy.” The young man answered rather snippily as he continued to rub his forward, clearly annoyed at something. Lowering his arm, the german quincy took a look at the alchemist, who had not seen in a very long time; it was like bumping into an old acquaintance more so than a friend, for Henry at least. Of the two, Henry looked to have aged far more though; his body was taller and more toned than before and his hair had been cut.
The quincy was actually starting to look like some kind of soldier, meanwhile Drystan seemed to have been content with staying the same…even his attire was reminiscent of his younger self’s clothes. “I see you hahven’t changed much, Dreestahn.” He commented blankly as he walked back to the chair in his room at dumped his body upon it.
“I did not think I’d have to tell you this…but do not try and break into the compound. Evah.” Henry quickly warned as he slumped against the back of the chair. “It would come back to me, somehow.” The young man sighed, leaning his head forward to look over his notes quietly, “Now…is there a reason for this visit? Or do you intend to just cause some form of trouble?” The quincy did not seem to be in the mood for Drystans theatrics, even after years without bumping into his old friend. He acted like his time was precious, and possibly even in peril currently...though this was not all directed towards the alchemist alone.
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Post by Drystan Deverell on May 20, 2012 23:34:31 GMT -5
"I worked hard to build the person I am," Drystan said with a shrug at Henry's comment on change, "the addition of putting together a new organization isn't going to change me very much."
Drystan couldn't help but smile when Henry mentioned breaking in. "I didn't exactly break in," he said with a small laugh, "you don't have to break into anything when you're invisible...just gotta follow people through doors." Drystan's smile faded as he began to take notice of the tone Henry was using, and he was almost angry at the next two questions. "You haven't been seen outside the compound for 5 years," Drystan said in a very serious tone, "rumors were going around that you had died, and the Quincy won't talk to us about anything involving the invasion so we couldn't confirm the reports...I came here to make sure you weren't dead and buried, because Miwa and I were worried about you."
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