~History~

[Sec Invidia]

Schkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkkk... The train stopped rolling and the passengers on board departed. Among these passengers was a man standing over seven feet high, his hair in the traditional emover of his family. It was indeed his family as to why he'd come here. His main goal in life was to serve his Captain, but beyond that he sought information- specifically in regard to his family. Orphaned on the streets of Amestris, Sec had finally discovered who his parents were and who his siblings were. The thing was, though, he had no idea who they were until it was too late. He couldn't find his sister, and his parents had both died. His brother had been located, if only because he was so noteworthy- the former Roy de Royaume de Gelemort, no less! Today, however, he sought no more of his paternal background, rather, he was searching his mother's homelands for his last locatable relation- His sister, whom he assumed was either undocumented or incredibly elusive. Finding no luck from Darkamaru, who hadn't even known he HAD a twin sister, he figured that Creta was a good place to search. So he departed the train and walked down a sidewalk, to begin his search. His first task was to find somewhere- perhaps a library?- where he could find records on people. Long shot, but it may bear results.

Anyways, Sec walked the long sidewalk's lonesome squares, flooded with people, until he realized something- he had no idea where a library might be... So, instead of getting lost in such a place, he decided to seek help, even if it DID involve direct social interaction, of which he was horrible. Spotting the closest person to him, he tipped his hat to her, and gave a slight smile, speaking in Amestrian, for he knew not Cretan, and hoping she also spoke Amestrian. "Hello madam, I hope I am not interrupting anything you are doing. I do not mean to impose, but could you, perhaps, guide me to a library or other house of records? I am currently trying to find my sister, and as our mother was Cretan, I believe it is here that I should begin." And in his slight, barely recognizable Cretan accent, he asked for help, in his normal overly serious and formal manner. Odd thing, it was- in Amestris, his accent was normally a bit out of place, though not quite as vivid as his brother's. Here, however, it seemed almost normal, except that most people here talked like his brother! Quite interesting, he deemed it...

[Guest]

Crystal was studying medicines today. Home remedies; herbs and broths she could use to help ease pain and of the like. Her mind wrapped around each book as if it were a source of constant breathing for her. Each sentence to be memorized in minutes that she wanted and each page to be used as a weapon in the future. A weapon of healing. Such an odd woman was she. Not used to others addressing her. It seemed the rarity would perk up and yet she would not notice. Her ears hearing the noise of someone speaking, but her body not reacting. No, she would be in a zone, until she recognized the dark curves of a shadow falling over the book she was on. She of course was not looking where she was going and would find herself having to sit upon a bench. This would help her focus without getting motion sickness.

A bit surprised by the events, she would look up and around. Her blue eyes finding a rather depressing looking man asking her a question in her all time favorite and failing language, Amestrian. But considering she could at least understand him she would brush a bit of hair behind her ear and look both ways. Was he talking to her? Further investigation told her yes, yes he was. Having to close her book, she would stand and laugh slightly before apologizing in Cretan. Her throat clearing, she would look off, "Well I just came from the Library, so I can take you back." She would say in her Cretan accent, a slight slur on some of her words and though she tried to fight it, the word Library would sound fairly off for Amestrians. "I need to return this book, anyways and get a new one, so, if you want, follow me." Her face was serious and nervous, turning to grab her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. As she paused a moment, she would look back at him, awaiting his response.

[Sec Invidia]

At first, it didn't seem to Sec that she had quite heard him, so he was about to speak up again, when she responded in rather stumbly Amestrian. Well, not all Cretans speak perfect Amestrian, just as Sec didn't speak Cretan. The world was a place of many languages, and as such, nobody should be expected to know them all. But upon hearing her accept his request, he smiled genuinely; it seemed she would assist him in his quest to find his illustrious sister after all! Of course, whether he found her records at the library or not was another thing entirely. But nonetheless, he was pleased. Not that particularly cared for a reunion of some great magnitude or anything- Just the knowledge that he did in fact have a sister, and that she was in fact alive. "Thank you, madam. It is most helpful to me." And so he followed her towards the library, thinking about finding his sister. Shouldn't be TOO hard, he hoped.

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