Yaoi!? Finally!!

[Guest]

Bullets could be heard all throughout the room of the building, but they stopped when the final man was struck down. Or, atleast everyone thought he was struck down. The figure tried to run away, but to his dismay, Sashura had saw him ahead of time and made preparations. The man attempted to run, but Sashura was hiding behind a table ext to the door, blocking it off, and slicing through the man. It was a small wound, and foolishly, the man dropped his gun during his escape. Sashura slowly walked towards the man and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to his feet before he pushed infront of the window. He slendered his eyes as he looked at the Cretarian and kicked him out the window. The glass shattered and the man fell down the forty floors of hell. Sashura slowly slid his sword back in its sheath, standing before the window as a cold wind brought snow into the shattered window and destroyed room. He looked back at Xanthus, and bowed slightly, his time Aerugo showing him a courteous form of thanking someone.

"Forgive me for troubling you. I dislike mercenaries who are unloyal, and when i saw him handing plans over to that Cretarian officer, i couldn't help myself."

Sashura walked towards the door, still wearing his all black changbao over his military clothing, however, his black, leather heels stayed the same. He used his brain to analyze the situation, and put on a false smile, as he had ran void of emotions such as happiness and joy, due to a mental illness of course. Sashura looked back out at the grey skies and snowy landscape and sighed before he walked back towards the door. He was assigned a meeting by a higher up, this meeting needed for Xan and another to attend.

"Shall we proceed?"

Sashura walked out of the room and down the hallway, thinking his ally was following behind him. They were to meet with a white haired man at the front of this building, lucky they ran into this guy, or else he'd known that the Drachman mafia was under the control of the Drachman military. They obtained information of foreign countries from the Drachman mafia, and in return, they paid the mafia to keep their mouths closed about the unlikely alliance. He stepped onto the glass elevator with Xan, and the two descended down the elevator and came to a halt on the bottom floor. He walked out of the elevator and out the front door into the cold, bustiling area, his sabre on his left hip, and his odd colored hair blowing about furiously in the wind.

[Guest]

He was just about to entre the building until he heard the faint sounds of crashing and screaming. This made his stop at his tracks, his men still behind him, also heard the sounds. Matthias simply yawned, thinking "Man is it over already?". Obviously his men wanted to help but he ordered them to withdraw as they would not involve themselves in the Drachman's mess. No need.
"Maaan...I was hoping to have a good talk with them. Didn't happen I guess."Matthias said with an almost child-like statement and tone but simply shrugged it off. Then what he saw walking out of the door was someone in military uniform, with someone else behind him. They were probably rhe one's you caused the mess but Matthias wasn't going to do anything about it. Instead he stood out of the way in order for the man to walk past him but he couldn't help but say..
"Hey, you just ruined my appointment, what for?"He wouldn't be surprised if the Drachman mafia had a run in with the military. So far his gang hasn't been sniffed out by their military otherwise they would be in deep shit. He studied the man and for some odd reason: Matthias found this guy fascinating.

[Xan]

Xanthus Icarus sighed as he went down the glass elevator with Sashura Kir. Actually, the action was more of a yawn, and he covered his mouth with his hand as he breathed outward, as was considered polite while in public. The Ishvallan was not yawning because he was sleepy. No, he was yawning out of pure boredom. The mercenaries that had been in the room above had been somewhat fun to kill, but their defeat had taken all of three minutes to complete, and Xan preferred his battles to last longer. As for why the Ishvallan was in Drachma with Sashura…He had been chosen to escort the man wherever he wished to go as a part of a secret mission.


Of course, this Sashura had turned out to be an interesting person, possessing a sharp mind, impressive combat skills, and a high amount of influence in Drachma. In fact, as far as Xan could tell at the moment, he and Sashura had quite a few things in common.


As was becoming a good habit for him, the Ishvalan was wearing his matrix style outfit: A long black trench coat covered a black collared button-up shirt, which was tucked into black slacks. Black socks were inside of boots that were polished so thoroughly that they almost literally shined, even though they were jet black. The only thing that Xan was wearing that wasn’t black was his tie, which was white. Even his glasses were jet black, hiding his red eyes that were currently gleaming with their usual cool amusement.


As the two stepped off of the elevator, Xan noticed a group of men that he apparently arrived to meet them. Turning to Sashura, Xan spoke in perfect Drachman.


I take it that this is the man that you wanted to meet up with?

[Guest]

Sashura noticed the figures standing outside, and he simply bowed slightly towards the man. This white haired seemed to be an interesting figure, of course, Sashura based this off of the clothing he wore. Very... eccentric, nonetheless. He sighed slightly when the man accused him of interrupting his meeting, raised his hand as to block any spit from the filthy Amestrian language from reaching him... or was it so that the man wouldn't spit on his face with his language. He lowered his hand once the man finished speaking, and looked back at Xan, who asked if this was the man they were to meet. He nodded slightly, and returned his gaze towards the other man. His left eye seemed to glow red for a moment, but dulled down to its original color before he spoke in perfect Amestrian. He, however, reduced any words that required his to speak from deep within his throat.

"I'm the one you are to meet, Matthias Cornivus. Shall we go somewhere more private? I've made arrangements at a restaurant, i'm sure your hungry after such a long trip."

Sashura extended his hand out for the man to shake. He looked back at Xan, and extended his other hand out to make a gesture of pointing and introducing the man. Before he spoke, he noticed a suspicious figure, and within seconds, his left eye began to glow red. He quickly grabbed Matthias' arm and pulled him into his chest before sending a blade made of carbon, in the shape of a dagger, right at the man with immense speed. It went into the man's eye, and he dropped the pistol he held into his hand.

"Shall we make introductions later?"

[Guest]

"I guess somewhere more private would be great."Matthias replied in Drachman. He never liked the sound of his own language and always found the drachman more appealing. He was half drachman after all. Then he saw the drachman officer spot the suspicious figure and swiftly rid of him, Matthias was in awe. This man was brutal and swift but all the more interesting. Heh.
"Well that was....Whatever you lead the way."He said. His red eyes showed more than interest but Matthias did not know what. He knew he only had interest in one person, whom whereabouts are unknown for now, but this man was just intriguing.
Matthias then barked out orders to his men to follow in a reasonable distance and not to disrupt their meeting as it was deadly important.
The wind flickered his trenchcoat that he wore from his shoulders: Spiked white hair, almost feminine face, red eyes, a blue suit with leather boots; Matthias never wanted to dress like a slob and was always dressed to impress. If only "she" dressed more appropriately, her beauty is being marred by her fashion statements..

[Xan]

Xan was impressed by Sashura’s technique, though judging by the looks that were on the faces of Matthias and his bodyguards, they were in absolute awe. If Xan hadn’t been trying to stay virtually invisible at the moment, he would have shown them his own alchemy, just to laugh at their expressions, because his alchemy might have involved making a fifty foot tower appear in five seconds flat. However, now was not the best time to be showing off his skills. After all, even though he was in Drachma for a legitimate reason, it would be best if he didn’t test fate, for the NAP between Amestris and Drachma did not seem to be as…stable as it had been in the past, and the Ishvallan did not want to be in the middle of a hostile country…

Turning on his heel, the Ishvallan followed Sashura. Apparently they were going somewhere more ‘private’. A smart move, if Xan were to take a guess.

[Guest]

Sashura had one of his bodyguards lead the way, but he stayed behind with Xan, trying to convince the man to join the Drachman military. He carefully began unbuttoning his black changbao, revealing his military uniform's top half. He continued walking at a calm pace, his heels making a click sound with each step he took. His men made a metallic, robotic, sawing noise with each step they took, and if one paid very close attention, they would notice a scratch on one of the bodyguards cheeks, which revealed a piece of metal. What could that be, hm? Sashura looked over at Xan, his serious expression never leaving his face since he first met the man back in Amestris.

"Tell me, Xanthus, why do you continue to fight for Amestris? You know of the corruption within their ranks... I'm sure i could find a place for one with your abilities within the Drachman military. Who kows, they might even make you my superior."

Sashura looked forward when they arived at the restaurant, and he nodded slightly, having one of his guards open and hold the door for the entire group. A waitress walked over to them and showed them to a private room with a table fit for each of them to have a seat. It was round in shape, as to keep all guests happy so they could talk easily amongst one another. Sashura pulled a seat out for his guests, Xan and Matthias. However, he pulled a seat out for Matthias pesonally, and had a guard pull a seat open for Xan.

"I'd like to start this meeting rather quickly."

[Guest]

Matthias took his seat, nodding at the Drachman in thanks. He wasn't particullary starving or anything but instead ordered an ice cream sundae. Sugar could raise your energy levels in so many ways. Matthias made sure his men where outside, or at least a few metres from the resturant, not causing any fuss. It'll be trouble for him if there was any.
"Well my friend, I did not know the military had ties to the mafia here but it doesn't disrupt business does it?"He asked. Matthias had a katana on his hip. It looked valuable yet exerted a dangerous aura like it's master. Oh yeah, he better ask before the meeting finishes though. But Matthias shurgged it off. The waitress gave him his order and he started eating the chocolate ice cream with chocolate flakes on top.
"But what do you have to say about this? I was here to...mend, relationship between the Amestrian mafia and the Drachman mafia. Sadly something is..afoot."Matthias said, taking in one spoon of ice cream in his mouth.

[Xan]

Xanthus’ eyes rolled slightly behind his black shades and he chuckled a little bit when Sashura made him an offer to join the Drachman military. It wasn’t that the offer was laughable, not by a longshot. However, Xan himself had a plan, and he couldn’t stop it now, not when he was at this point…

Sashura, I appreciate the offer to join your ranks, but I’m afraid that I must decline, at least for the moment. I know full well of the corruption that Amestris must suffer through, and it is a goal of mine to see that corruption wiped out. However, I myself have a plan to end it, and right now, I must remain a full Amestrian. I’m sure that you understand, for you seem to be one who can appreciate tactics, strategy, and planning.

Xan had spoken once again in perfect Drachman, and had kept his voice polite. It would have been in bad taste to have done otherwise in his opinion. Once Xanthus was seated at the restaurant, he did not even bother to look at the menu, for he intended to only order water, and if he became hungry, he’d just order whatever everyone else ordered. In the meantime however, he would sit still and quietly, making sure that this ‘meeting’ went smoothly.

[Guest]

Once Sashura had everyone seated, he opened his arms wide, and his guards came over and removed his changbao, while another guard handed him his jacket. He placed the jacket on, revealing the shiny wing like insignia, and sat down, crossig his legs femininely. He ordered a glass of vodka and a salad, but that was all. He looked over at Xan, as this meeting was about getting the two to cooperate with one another. He sighed slightly as his salad was served, along with his vodka. He handed the salad back to the waitress and ordered a vangole instead. He then looked over at Xan, who recieved his water, and sighed.

"Xathus, i'm sure you and i both know the plans of the Amestrian military. I know what you are trying to do, and i am willing to support you. However, i must ask that you leave the Amestrian military. I have two men within the Amestrian militaries ranks, and i can have one answer to you without second thought. He is within Central Command, thus your access to anything you need will be gathered easily. I am a man of my word, and i promise you, achieving the power you want will be alot easier on my side. The Amestrian army grows in size, but so do we. With both of our strategical minds, we can bring Amestris to its knees, and save the lives of many. You are tired of watching your people die in useless skirmishes, just as i fear for the life of my people. With the cooperation from you both, i can bring peace back to the land. No, we, the people of Drachma can bring peace to the land. Surely you don't think that your life is worth the thousands of lives of the people of Drachma and Amestris? Join me, Xanthus, Matthias, and together we can bring about an end to the chaos and corruption surrounding this part of the world."

He looked over at Matthias, as this speech was for him aswell. He was willing to cooperate with the Amestrian mafia, for he did not want Amestrian civillians to continue to die as his people were dying. To him, everyone was the same, and if he could bring an end to this war, then maybe peace would be achieved. He looked over at Xan, then sighed, reclining in his chair. For some reason, he had a feeling this wouldn't be enough to convince the man, and he sighed, not wanting to bring his superior into this matter, but if he must...

[Guest]

"Interesting. Well I shall join. In one condition."Matthias took out a photo from his jacket and laid it on the table. It was a woman who must be in her twenties. She had black clothing and the same white hair as Matthias himself. What made the woman recognisable instantly was the sunglasses over her eyes. The pic looked old as there was creases on the edges but none the less it was a clear picture.
"Leave this woman alive. I only have a few handful of information on her other than the fact she's in the military now."He then took another scoop of ice cream and then offered the spoonful to Sashura, a smile on his face. Matthias did not care about the good of the country or whatever and he certainly wasn't interested in the military either but what he was doing was simply business. Nothing more.
"Do we have a deal?"

[Xan]

Xanthus listened to Sashura's speech, as perhaps the Drachman would say something that would interest him. The Ishvallan was not disappointed. Apparently, there were two spies within Central that reported to this man, and at least one of them could report to Xan, if he would but say the word...

The Ishvallan knew that the Drachman military was growing in power, as he made it his business to know such things. Information was a weapon, a tool of warfare, and if one expected to have victory in war, one had to have information. It was as simple as that. Having been the Infinity Alchemist, Leviathan, and Famine all in one lifetime, Xan had a considerable store of information and skills that could be useful to the Drachman military, and they would reward him well for these things, if he would but say the word...

The Alchemist knew that that there was power to be gained, and his chief goal was to obtain power...but to what end? Even he had not answered that question. Was it to protect someone? He had no one that he truly needed to protect, for his family was not even in Amestris, and he had no lover at the moment. Was it to defeat someone? The Alchemist hated no one at the moment. At least, he did not want them dead at any rate. Perhaps it was to surpass someone? Even he did not know. However, the simple fact of the matter was that there was power to be obtained here, if he would but say the word...

So, what was keeping him from saying the word? Xanthus hesitated before answering this time, thinking of his words carefully before saying them.

Sashura, I cannot betray my people outright like this. At least, not until I know for certain that your way is the true way to their salvation. You say that more lives will be spared if I join you, but let us face it...lives are always lost in war. And we both know that war between Amestris and Drachma will be unavoidable if one were to judge by your words. Besides, I never was one to quit in the middle of a strategy, as that is not my way. It would take quite an offer indeed to make me change my mind. What say you to these words of mine?

[Guest]

Sashura listened to the man, and sighed, knowing that this figure seemed to only care about himself. He was offered ice cream by Matthias, and gladly accepted it, but before he did he thought for a moment. He needed to get closer to the Amestrian people, and there was definately one way of doing so... He grabbed the spoon and popped it in Matthias' mouth, and the next thing you know, he kissed the man, his thoughts focusing more on the ice cream. When he pulled away, and wiped his lips with his napkin, being the clean type he is, and looked back at Xan. One would normally continue with that discussion, but he instead turned back to Xan, disappointed by his words.

"You set your sights on meager achievements, Xanthus, however, i will not interfere. Just know this: With every mistake, every failure, and every second wasted, the lives of the citizens are taken for the pleasure of our enemy."

Sashura ended the topic with that statement by pouring himself another glass of vodka and throwing it back with ease. The figure then looked over at Matthias, his eyes still cold and emotionless. He slowly crossed his legs feminienly and returned to eating his vongolae.

[Guest]

Matthias was then surprised by this act, too shocked to speak or do anything. He wanted to get close to Amestrians right? Is that his way of getting close?! But Matthias shrugged it off, slowly eating his ice cream but his eyes never left the drachman.
"So..um..."Now talking to Xan but had a little trouble regaining his speech.
"You were from the Amestrian military, surely you seen this woman before?"Matthias asked. The sooner he finds her, the better. It's been five years since he saw her and his paitence was running thin. But for now he had to wait and maybe develop more of a...relationship with this man. Matthias had..outings with woman, hostesses, prostitutes, he never touched the ones from his brothels, and so on. But he never been into a relationship with a man before; not even a sexual one. None the less it would be interesting and almost amusing.....Wouldn't it?

[Xan]

Xanthus closed his eyes and became deep in thought. Sashura's words were not what he was thinking about. He had heard much worse, and from people who had far more power. The act of Sashura kissing Matthias had amused him, but he was not thinking about that. He had seen such things often before.

No, the Ishvallan was musing to himself about what exactly he wanted in this life. Was it power? Yes, but to what end?! That question had been tormenting the young alchemist for quite some time now. He had no one that he wished to protect, destroy, surpass, nor serve.

Or was there someone...?

Xan was shocked out of his thoughts by Matthias asking him if he had met a certain woman before. He looked down at the picture and to his surprise, he saw Ilona's face staring back at him.

I have seen this woman before. You seek Ilona, The Harbinger Alchemst. Is there any particular reason that you want this woman to be spared?

Before Matthias could answer, Xan turned back to Sashura. He wanted to know something.

And as for you Sashura, I believe that you misunderstand. You have spoken of saving my people from a corrupt government, but how do I know that they would not be delivered into the hands of an even more corrupt government? And for that matter, how do I know that you wouldn't slaughter them all yourself?

[Guest]

"Take a closer look at my face and hers; we are twins."He said, replying in Amestrian. If they were twins, there were plenty of reasons why he would want to spare Ilona from the Drachman military and it's wrath. Though she denied having a twin, can't blame her, she never seen him until 5 years ago but Matthias always kept watch of her for most of her life...Until she moved to Central, it just became hard for him to find his twin sister.
"So shes of the State now...Well now I just need to know where she is."It'll probably be harder for him to capture her; for all he cared, her skills could be more powerful than he can ever hope to be but he will try. It was better than watching her from the shadows like he is now. Many people will think his thoughts about his sister would be alarming. In fact it was all laden with incest but it did not disgust Matthias one bit. He will have her and make sure nobody else has her. She will become his.

[Guest]

Sashura looked down at the image of a young lady with snow white hair, and his eyes slendered slightly. She seemed very familiar, but Sshura couldn't quite place his finger on it. He simply shrugged it off and sighed slightly, asking for a glass of water. After listening to the two speak briefly of the character, Xanthus suddenly began to speak to him, however, in Sashura's rational mind it was more of a mental attack. The fact that he would question Sashura's honor and word, angered the man to no extent, and he slowly arose from his table.

"Your one to speak of such a matter, are you not!? You call my country corrupt, yet we dare not instigate wars and kill those who wish to have a say in our government's actions! And finally, our government isn't filled with conspiracists.... unlike some, Mr. Icarus. So before you go insulting my name and the name of all Drachmans, i suggest you look at yourself. To think, i almost thought that your name was worth spitting on, but i shall sour my mouth no longer. Xanthus, if i were not a merciless man and an avid believer in peace, i'd attempt to kill you here, but for the sake of peace... i yield only now."

Sashura wanted to kill this man without any hesitation, but he simply rested himself back in his seat, asking for another bottle of vodka... and wine. He quickly began mixing the two alcholic beverages, and was throwing them back without hesitation. Never had he been so angry with a man solely by his words, but he would not cause an outbreak a such a time. Amestris and Drachma had finally settled for a period of peace, and he vowed to not attack any Amestrian soldiers out of spite. He sighed and poured himself aother glass of vodka and wine and sipped it lightly, hoping to get his mind off of Xanthus' words.

[Xan]

Xanthus listened to Sashura’s words, hearing each of the accusations in their turn, hearing the truth ring in his ears. And the part about conspirators did not escape his notice either. So, were his actions known even in Drachma? Or had this man specifically looked into a file on Xanthus’ past? Either way, it did not matter.

It seems that even with Leviathan dead and gone, his legacy doth endure. But enough of my musings. If my words mean anything to you at this point then hear me now. I apologize for my words Sashura. I did not mean to offend you. My only goal was to ascertain whether or not my people, or should I say both of my peoples would be in better hands with Drachma than with Amestris. My time amongst the military has made me very suspicious of offers that seem to be golden, for more often than not they are but gilded lead, if you will forgive the ancient alchemical allusion.

Remembering that Matthias had asked him where his twin sister was, Xanthus looked at his face, then back to Ilona’s. Yes, they were twins. The Ishvallan had not noticed before only because he hadn’t been paying as much attention as he probably should have been.

Matthias, it will please you to know that I do know the whereabouts of Ilona Szilagyi. She is currently stationed at Fort Briggs, which is the wall that separates Amestris and Drachma. I take it that you’ve heard of the place?

[Guest]

"Oh the famous Briggs..I always wanted to go there. But I heard of something that forbids me to go for awhile. But that doesn't stop me from sending my dogs over there to see her."He said, now pleased he had found his sister at last. Soon we will be together...
"Well my side of the matter is sorted and I'm pressed for time gentlmen."Matthias stodd up, long finished the ice cream and started to walk away but not before leaning down towards Sashura and kissing him on the cheek.
"I hope we see eachother again soon in the near future."He said in a low whisper. He then resumed his walk and exited out of the resturant, signalling his men that it is time to go. Matthias could not wait to see his sister..But he heard rumours that Drachma is going to attack Briggs, so it will take awhile to get to her...No matter, Sashura is going to be there isn't he?

[EXIT]

[Guest]

Sashura was surprised when Xanthus and Matthias seemed to know of Lady Ilona, and even more surprised when he worked out that they were surely twins. He sighed, wondering how the General would take this, but pushed the matter aside. He looked over at Xanthus, acknowledging his apology, and nodded slightly in acceptance of the matter. He sipped his glass of vodka and mixed wine before he looked over at his guards who stepped over and whispered somehing in his ear. Sashura nodded slightly and his gaze returned to Xanthus.

"I accept your apology, Xanthus, but i must ask..."

He stopped mid-sentence and started on another glass of vodka. He seemed to be very tolerant of alchol, and a very focused individual on certain situations. He slowly analyzed the situation, and sighed before seeing that only cowardly tactics could be used at this point. He could tell that Xanthus was something... more... than most Amestrians. He looked more like an Ishvallan than Amestrian... of course.

"Tell me, what about your rebelling brothers? Do you enjoy seeing your own people, both Ishvallan and Amestrian, being killed ruthelessly over a war that will never end unless the proper arrangements are made? Drachma has no intention of destroying Amestris' government and toppeling their land. I give you my word, i will convince the Kaiser to not attempt to invade Amestrian land to cause Drachma to grow. I'm tired of seeing my brothers and sisters shot down and killed for no reason. Help me to stop this nightmare..."

[Xan]

Xanthus hesitated before he spoke again. It was true that Ishvallans and Amestrians both died quite frequently in minor skirmishes, and Xan would do or give very near anything to make that end. Could siding with Drachma help with that? Perhaps, if Xan were to play his cards very carefully. However, it often took more than just one man to change the course of an entire war…

But on that note, here was this man, Sashura Kir, offering peace between the two nations. Of course, Xan thought rather bitterly, peace could only be derived after much bloodshed. But then again…one final war to end war between the two nations forever, or an eternity of skirmishes? Which one would cost the most lives?

Xan reclined in his chair, deeper in thought than he could remember ever being in his entire life. There was much to think about. What bound him to Amestris? His loyalty to the people, and his friends (for Xan still considered them friends) at Briggs. How best could he protect them, and make their lives better? By ending war with Drachma. That was the most pressing issue at the moment. Aerugo and Creta could be dealt with at a later date. How does one end a war? Peace. What was this man, Sashura Kir, offering?

Hmm…Sashura, I’m tempted to take you at your word. However, let me ask you something. How much weight does your voice have in the Drachman royal court?

The Ishvallan had thought of something. An idea was slowly unraveling in his mind. His idea was the kind of idea that, if brought to fruition, could shake the very foundations of the world, and he knew it. That was why he needed to ask the Drachman a few questions. If the Drachman answered them correctly…

[Guest]

Sashura watched his possible ally closely, continuing to sip his vodka lightly. His cold, grey eyes were locked onto Xanthus, not showing any sig of emotion, for if he showed any, than he would allow Xanthus to manipulate him to his will. Sashura simply reclined in his seat and crossed his legs femininely, holding onto his glass of vodka lightly. He brought the glass of clear liquid back to his lips as all sorts of thoughts went through his mind. He studied the intricate designs on the walls, along with the pictures, making one strategy after another. He wanted pece to fall upon his home of Drachma, but that couldn't be reached if everyone was spilling meaningless blood. He sighed slightly and returned his gaze to Xanthus, his eyes cold and calculating.

His thoughts rested on a way of weakining Amestris greatly. He knew of a fortress that was a great assest to Amestris, but taking it down would require alot of work. Which fort was he speaking of? Only he knew, of course, and because of which, he must act independently, yet as a team at the same time. He continued to work out diffrent tactics one at a time, but then it hit him. He had the perfect strategy placed before him. A strategy that would end this meaningless bloodshed once and for all. He could fight without putting civillians of either country at risk, and manage to put an end to this chaos for the sake of man and the land. He was surprised, however, when Xanthus asked about his strength within the Imperial Court, and he replied truthfully.

"My voice is weak within the superior Imperial Court, however, my master wishes to see peace aswell. He is the one who controls the Imperial Court, so my words may not mean much to the senators, but to my master, they are words that carry behind heavy action behind them. He will listen to me, and the Imperial Court will listen to him. I speak with nothing for truth... I do not sacrafice the life of my people... I only go to a battle in which the terms are in our favor and are on equal grounds, so you may believe me when i say this. I will ensure you that Amestris' civillians will not be slaughtered by our actions."

He slowly sipped his vodka once more. He only wished to bring peace back to the land, but more importantly, put an end to the main cause of all of their problems. He had done his research and had a very reliable intelligence officer that provided him with more than enough information. He had everything within the grasp of his hand, now all he had to do was clench it, and the chaos would be put to an end.

[Xan]

Sashura’s answer satisfied Xanthus. It was time for the second question in the chain. This one might prove more difficult for Sashura to answer, as the answer could have serious implications if worded incorrectly.

I see. I like the answer that you have given me, and I can especially appreciate the fact that the populace shall not be destroyed. And now for a different question, one that pertains to you, or rather, to your ambition.

Xan moved in closely to Sashura, so that he could whisper to the man his next question. The Ishvallan knew better than to ask these kinds of questions out loud to the point where anyone could hear him.

Tell me Sashura, do you want to wield the power that your master possesses? If given the opportunity, would you seize that power for yourself? You are a Lt. Colonel at the moment, I believe? Well, are you ambitious enough to want to be the Tzar of Drachma?

This Ishvallan smiled as he asked Sashura that question. He had only assumed that the ‘master’ that Sashura had been speaking of was the Tzar. Really, it didn’t quite matter if he was or was not correct. The point was the same. Did Sashura was to become the equivalent of a King? Or was he content to remain in the employ of another for the rest of his natural life?

[Guest]

Sashura looked at the man, and raised an eyebrow when he proposed the idea of another question. Sashura simply nodded, showing his approval and watched as the man looked around and leaned forward, whispering into his ear. The question semed to be a serious one, but once Sashura heard the question, he simply furrowed his brow. Wasn't the answer to this question obvious? He was to be apointed to the position if all went well, but then he figured that the man had not done his research... but then again, what research can be found on a Drachman military experiment? Sashura sighed and sipped his vodka before reclining in his chair. He knew that this was the time to put on fals emotion, as he could not actually feel emotions such as happiness and joy. Sashura chuckled slightly as to put on a false face of enlightment and happiness. Then, he did the unexpected... he spoke aloud for all to here.

"Xanthus, your correct, i do want to become the next Tzar... As soon as my mission is accomplished, i gurantee you, i will become the true Tzar of Drachma and bring pea to the land."

Sashura leaned back in his chair and looked at the man, his smile slowly fading. He then wondered about the man's position himself. He obviously wanted power, but where did he want that power from? Drachma? Amestris? Possible the Ishvallan nation? There was really only one true way to find out. Sashura leaned forward, mimicking his ally as to joke around, and whispered lightly.

"Do you too wish to rise to power?"

[Xan]

Sashura surprised Xan by speaking aloud of such ambitious goals. Perhaps there was more happening in Drachma than the Ishvallan had read about in his files…oh well, that just meant more fun for him in the end. What did not surprise Xan however, was the question that Sashura asked him. Or course the Drachman would inquire about Xanthus’ own ambitions. Seeing that there was no need to whisper at the moment, Xan reclined in his chair and spoke in clear Drachman, at what was considered to be the normal volume for his voice.

It would be unfair for me to answer with a lie a question that you just answered with the truth, as I assumed you have just done. I desire power, it is true. In fact, I desire a great magnitude of power. However, I myself do not find the concept of being a King very interesting at all. I’d be in the limelight too much for my tastes. That and all of the pressures of being the head of a country would drive me insane at some point. No, I don’t seek the throne of any country. I only wish to serve as the right hand of a King whose goal is the well being of his people, not his money or power. It is true however, that if I willed it, the Ishvallan people could in time see me as a Leader. But, I would prefer not to involve them in the affairs of other races until war itself is vanquished, as Ishval was never a nation meant for war, but for peace. Does my answer satisfy you?

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