the park (open)

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Lucas sat underneath a large oak tree towards the center of a large park in central city, drawing on a sketch pad. On his right was a bunch papers with designs for what looks like large gun and a gauntlet, each one a bit different then the last. He had been here for the past couple of hours, sketching designs and writing down figures that he would need to make things of this nature. Spread around him were books on weapons, pneumatics, metals, and things of those natures.
A raven was hopping around nearby, at the edge of a nearby stream. Every once in a while it would hop a little bit into the water and splash itself with the water to clean itself. Then it would jump out again. Lucas sighed as he put a way his drawings and picked up a manila folder and opened it up and started writing in it. If one was to look they would see that it was a military report that he needed to fill out.

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Hei Fong, or better known as Hei Bai to most soldiers in Central, had decided to spend today's afternoon in Central's park. After all, he had a penchant for finishing paperwork early ... in fact, whatever ranked officer who dumped work on him was berated by some other higher-up for being lazy and inefficient, leaving Hei, tidy and prudent as usual, left with nothing to do. No real work was showing up any time soon, and he was quite the elusive one himself and slipped out at the first opportunity. And now he was here, enjoying the fresh air and comforting rays of sunlight here in this rather gorgeous little place. Well, not really little, but still nearly picturesque.

'Disgusting, we ought to burn down all the trees and scorch the earth!' came the offhand comment inside his mind, a bitter curse on reality, for he could only appreciate death and destruction. But, he nonetheless whistled a cheery tune and walked on, pleasant smile to any passerby as his mind also concocted a gruesome means of death for them as they walked on. But, then he noted an individual sitting ... no. Wrong detail.

He did not note this person because they were sitting, but rather because they had a large collection of books on a nice variety of subjects and seemed to have been drawing, really sketching something before cleaning up the work and apparently switching to something else. It was interesting, as not many people choose to enjoy Central park in such a manner. In fact, it piqued Hei's interest so much, he just had to approach this man, even though every other part of his mind screamed to either walk away and get a killing-related mission or start going on a killing spree now. Dim light bulbs re-lit themselves as he got closer, there was clearly something familiar about this guy ... military personnel, no doubt, but had he met this individual before? Or at least been told about him? Hei fumbled for a name, as he now halted at an comfortable distance from this seated fellow.

"Good afternoon." he spoke cheerily, elegant tone emitting from within, and faint traces of what seemed to be mild venom at the tips, given how his insanity plagued him all the time.

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She had bandages on her foot, right arm and left cheek, though the one on her foot had stockings covering it. But the girl still walked, with a slight limp, on the lovely day in the Park. Éclair hummed a cheery tune to herself; despite the fact that she is gravely injured and was in hospital…At least for a day. Then she saw someone the girl did not expect to see.
"Boss~!"Éclair sang out, starting to skip to Lucas’ way until she was behind him, looking at his drawings. She muttered “oohs” and “aahs” at the complex planning’s. Éclair could never draw anything like them. But then her boss was talented, he’s the horsemen of war!
"oooh~ What are those for sir? They look really...fun to play with muu~"

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Lucas looked up at the sound of someone coming closer and in response the the greeting all that he got out was "Afternoon." before the sounds of his psychotic and energetic minion reached his ears. Lucas looked over his shoulder at her "And good afternoon to you too Eclair. as for what they are; they are some designs for some equipment that I might have built. I might show you how they work on the next mission we have after they are more then just designs on a piece of paper." Lucas looked back at the man in front of him. "Hmm now where do I ... Got it. you are Hei Fong aka Hei Bai. you recently applied to join the horsemen did you not? I have you application right here." Lucas pulled out a manila folder out of the pile of paperwork and opened it up and started reading it over "Now why do you want to join the horsemen?"

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The whirring gears clicked in place, now letting the whole of the mind function properly. This man was Lucas Krieg, the 'Horseman of War' in the spec-ops group that had quite a large name for themselves in Central, and Hei was sorely tempted to kill himself for forgetting while a curious individual, namely a wounded and clearly bandage girl, appeared out of the blue and was apparently conversing with Lucas, calling him 'Boss'.

The (Amestrian)-Xingese was a bit interested, too by the conversation between the 'employer and employee,' apparently about the paperwork Lucas held . . . and it was sketches of equipment? How peculiar, wasn't it actual work? But alas, who was he to question the hobbies of others? His questioning, and also true self questioning why he was being all goody-goody and polite to this individual, ceased upon the mention of Krieg about an application to the Four Horsemen ... ...

...

Waitaminute. He HAD applied to that group? WHEN WAS THIS? Hei's mind was torn asunder as he scrapped every fragment of a memory in search of WHEN he had filled out an application and submitted it, until one annoying little memory flickered away, clearing his doubt ... and lighting a bit of fury within him. Nikolaus Stuka, the muscle-bound nimrod, was responsible for this. That insensitive waste of protein had gotten him DRUNK. More accurately, shoved several bottles with ridiculous alcohol content. Maybe more than several, more like enough to die of alcohol poisoning if it weren't for his own body's altered innards. So, while Hei was in this drunken state, Stuka, the prick, had gotten him to sign that damned application that he had kept before with SOME interest, though not with total intent of filling. ... And heaven knows how it got to Central Headquarters and into the hands of the 'Horseman of War,' since he and Stuka started a drunken brawl later that night. ... Well, drunken on his part, brawl on the others.

"Ah. Crap. ... Er. ... Ah, yes. I did indeed, Mr. ... Krieg." he calmly collected himself after the expletive in what was suppposed to have been his native tongue, before regaining his formal and airy composure and tone. After all, he wasn't sure what was going to become of him now: Worst case scenario, he would be a part of a group that he had originally been unsure of. Best case: This whole event would blow right over. But, since Lucas Krieg seemed a very interesting man, and happened to hold a higher rank than he did, the usually snippity Xing-man decided to reply honestly to the question now posed before him.

"The common military is too ... dull. No. Too tame. I'd rather be out killing those who would threaten or quarrel with Amestris, rather then just pick up the slack behind a desk on paperwork." that was his reason. Not to mention, if Krieg could get his hands on Hei's file, such statements would be justified: He had spent plenty of time on the front lines and earning quite a name for himself ... in addition to the other secretive work he'd done in the name of Amestris(some at the behest of certain officials, and others, ones that no one would ever discover now, in the name of the 'Father') that would be open to such an individual with influence, power, and resources. Being stuck in an office wasn't his idea of fun, and his records accentuated that fact, though ... would that make him a possible candidate for this man in command of the group acting as the 'Fuhrer's Hand'? He had to continue, just giving an open-ended question would draw interest ... but it'd be off-putting to nearly any person.

"Then again, that paperwork is what makes the world go round! Hah. And so do foreign militants who give the souls out on the battlefield their living, creating war after war. Or would that be our fault? Nonetheless, I digress. Your modest-in-size, but great organization dabbles in work beyond the common soldier's understanding ... the backdoor world of the military, wrapping up loose ends and then lighting them ablaze to ashes." he carried on, voice chipping with a bit of glee, though he didn't make it a PSA to the civilians in the park, maintaining a level volume for the two individuals before him and for no one else(hopefully). The quivering madness within him resonated with his voice, he was almost proclaiming his statements in a sing-song tone, wicked smile and glinting eyes to boot. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and his honest orbs let all the madness and twisted mechanisms lodged inside his mind out for, primarily Lucas, all to see.

"That. That is why I seek membership to your group. Besides a couple of times on the front lines, the majority of my combat expertise lies in ... more subtle and refined skills. The art of homicide, for example ... and I wish to pledge these skills honed on the enemy, to be implemented to destroy the enemy!"

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(Don't mind this post, it's just a text message to just Hei, and that's it, not an entry for the character Niko.)

A ring was felt from Hei's pocket, the ring particularly about SMS text messages on his phone.

The SMS message was from Nikolaus Stuka, it read...

A Haiku:

Hello shit-for-brains.
Sorry, but the secret's out:
Your Mom is a whore.

-Sincerely yours, Nikolaus.

[Aurelius Schwartz]

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