Here we go again...

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It had been a while since Edward visited Creta. Almost two years now, but it was still his home. Things still looked the same, even the elementary school he attended was the exactly the way he left it many years ago. The dirt road was a bit damp from the mini showered that happened a few hours before, but the setting sun was drying it rather quickly. He stood there waiting for a wagon to come by, hoping to hitch a ride to the small farm where he parents were living. Mum and pa would be in a world of surprise to see their son returning home, especially since he had vowed never to return again.

Growing up, Edward got a long great with his parents. They worshiped his brilliance in school and expected him to become a doctor or lawyer. That did not happen, in fact it was the complete opposite. Edward L Miller was now a famous criminal and underground bounty hunter that collected loot for the hell of it. He knew if word caught on the street that he returned home to Creta, the police force would be up his ass in no time. The thought of this made him shiver, as he shrugs of the thought.

The sun was now low in the sky as he stood there in his boots, jeans and leather jacket At this time of night it was always a bit crisp outside. So Edward was prepared as always. On his back was attached his buster blade, that was a whooping 7 feet long. He took a few moments to scrounge through his pockets for his lighter, to flare up the cigarette he clenched between his teeth. Finally, a peaceful night....

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[Shula Brighton]

There was a certain satisfaction in being sent alone for some things for work. It meant that her bosses were at least confident in her ability to take care of herself, get things done, and come back in a timely fashion. Shula still found it silly the things that landed on her desk as things for her to do, especially since so few of them had to do with her actual job. Her department always had been housing and things for the benefit of the soldiers; moving them, their families, making sure the housing developments were suitable and were done in time and within the budget. Occasionally it had to do with settling disputes about the housing and soothing ruffled feathers, but generally it was just a lot of paperwork for transfers plus a few field trips. It covered a lot, but her job really only covered a certain set of defined things. Most of what she was handed lately, however, only fit that in the loosest of settings in the fact that it had her check on some housing somewhere, just not necessarily for Amestrian soldiers. Or sometimes not for any at all.

Shula sighed faintly, looking at the bit of paper in her hand folded in the middle of the thick phrasebook and dictionary, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration. She didn't mind the 'favors' that were asked of her for work, but really... couldn't they keep her assignments in languages she spoke? She had followed the instructions very well until she got to the part about taking the bus out to where the abandoned base and housing were. The bus lines were very confusing, even to the people who lived nearby, apparently, and Shula not understanding Cretarian had gotten her thoroughly lost. Knowing my luck the building is right under my nose and I'm just too tired and frustrated to realize it. But the bus had left her stranded somewhere away from civilization, and though very pretty it was getting dark and she was now walking. The good news at least was that she'd figured out by now to do trips like these wearing anything but her military uniform. Especially right now with things being so damn tense. An Amestrian soldier poking around deserted bases would go over just swimmingly right about now.

As Shula walked down the road, she looked around the area as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. There seemed to be more farmland than anything, and more livestock than people. She half wondered if she shouldn't just ask a ram for directions. The area almost reminds me a bit of Meissan, or Resembool... It's rather nice out here. But that said, I probably won't run into human life for... Red eyes widened as she looked up the road, seeing a young man not too far ahead. Human life! Human life that might be able to tell her where she was exactly, and how to get around to where she was looking for, and was that a weapon bigger than most people strapped to his back? She swallowed her rising apprehension and smiled politely as her gait slowed, approaching him carefully. Shula shoved the slip of paper into the back of the book, the gray knee-length jacket swishing around her jeans as she flipped through the book as quickly as she could.

"Hallo. Um.... I am lost" Flip, flip, flip. Thin white eyebrows knitted together as she looked for the right page. "Vhere ees a cheap hotel?" She spoke Amestrian and Ishvallan, and her accent weighed heavily on every word she breathed and was fairly certain that the amount of Cretarian language she'd butchered that day had curled up and cried itself to sleep and then booked therapy from the abuse.

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