Ready to Rise again [FMA RP, SIGN UPS INSIDE]

Agni turned her head slightly to the side so she could better speak with Resse. She clenched her fist reflexively, not wanting to hurt him with the crackling energy that usually alerted others to alchemy. She wouldn't lie, him almost shooting the flirty stranger freaked her out- but not as much as her rushing in the direct path of that bullet. Her bones still shock a little bit, but she swallowed the fear. Resse was a good guy. A bit tempermental, but his heart was in the right place. He wouldn't hurt anyone on the team, indirectly or not. Besides, if he had hurt someone, he could , for a lack of better word, control blood right? That meant that there was a good chance he could heal that person- or at least keep the dying to a minimum until the group could get professional help.

"We...Don't know yet." She sighed, keeping her eyes trained on the two figures. Indignation welled inside of her. They should attack now! Or at least bring them into the station! They had probable case, didn't they? And there was five of them, all the state alchemists. No one would question it! But Agni allowed herself to be held back by Thorson's arm. Thornson was right, they would see them later. Her clenched hand began to itch, so she turned her attention to that- surprised to see that her nails had drawn blood.

Letting out a soft hiss, she wiped her bloody palm in her pants and had a show of cracking her knuckles.

"But if these two have anything to do with, believe you me, you won't be the first one to shoot 'em."

A hot flash of anger flashed through the women.

"Don't patronize me, kid. And don't think you can talk you're way out of this!" Sheka bared her teeth from inside the pillow case, her hand's crackling with soft alchemy. "I'm perfectly capable about getting whatever I want! I don't need you and your stupid alchemy." Sheska let out a soft 'tch'. She'd been to obvious. And now, her anger had gotten the better of her. Damn these alchemists. Everything bad in this world happens because of them, and they don't ever take responsibility for it. Because of them, millions of Ishbalans had lost their lives...millions of children have gone missing or killed through their inaction and families had been sliced and diced, silenced by the war and the military. No more.

"Now listen. What suspects do you have." It was a question, but her anger made it a statement. From her bag, a large, unnatural stem from what looks to be several plants began to sprout from her bag. She urged it to move forward, letting it wrap around the girl's ankles as a kind of warning.

Sheska grunted, anger swelling in her. This girl really knew how to talk, didn't she. She was hitting the right buttons to. Was she trained for this? She wondered, her foot bouncing. Odds were, Chris was already dead. He'd been missing for days now, and was an alchemist. This story of another child going missing...of dying. It sounded tailor made to what Sheska was going through, and she hadn't read about it in the papers, but... Odds were that if Chris wasn't dead, and this girl honestly had no clues... it would be easier working with her. Sheska tapped on her notebook, doing the math again and again. Still, the same answer.

Sighing heavily, she undid the alchymists bonds and slipped the jacket off her. Using the rope, Sheska tied several pillows around her and stuffed them under her shirt. Hastily, she ripped up another pillow and shoved the stuffing down her pant legs. She then slipped on the jacket and a pair of sun glasses, using the scarf to hide her hair and mostly obscure her face. She, she looked odd, but the point was to look like another person. Though this kid might of said nice things, it doesn't mean she actually cares. Sheska need to be ready of that. 'Withdrawing' her plant stem in her sachal, Sheska took the pillows off of the girl's head and untied her legs.

"Where to, alchemist?"

She grunted, trying not to let her frustration show on her face. She was going to point out the fact that the theif had just gone through several wallets in the open - right.infront.of.the.police.- but she held her tongue. If Thorson wanted them to do something about it, they would.

Sheska shock her head. "I can protect us if we get into trouble. I've survived this far, haven't I?"

She moved towards the window, opening it and starting to climb out. "I'm assuming you won't fall if we go this way. I do have something of my son's."

Agni opened her mouth to defend the flirty guy, the brat she had referred to, but stopped herself. Now was not the time to be making enemies. Now was the time to look for Moroni. She tapped Thorson's arm and turned slightly away.

"Alright, Sarge." She gave a small nod, resurrecting the nickname not trying to take away their new-found friendliness, but as a way of reminding the other alchemists - and alert the suspicious ladies - who was in charge. Because of him, we aren't going to bring you in. Be grateful.

Sheska flinched. This was getting out of hand, fast. She froze, thinking. She alchemist was moody, and clearly knew the right buttons to press...Should she knock her out again? She had more then enough powder, but there was no way she'd be able to move the state alchemist without rasing an eyebrow. Fine. Fishing her satchel, Sheska pulled out one of the girls gloves and flung it at her, motioning to put the chair down.

"Sorry sir!" She called, pitching her voice up like she had when she had talked to him earlier. "I'll make sure it won't happen again!" She shot the girl a warning glance. I don't like to kill the people I capture, but I will if I have to. So let's be friends, hm?

The mother struggled a bit, used to the sleeping powder by now since she figured this day would come, but still felt it's effects pull on her eyelids. With a grunt, she let herself go limp, feeling the tightness of the restraints. Damn military dogs, all of you are the same. No compassion, just testosterone. I'll burn you. Every last one of you, i'll burn you at the stake.

Barley squinting, Sheska could see the hallmarks of an office through her eyelashes. Daddy? Mommy? Geez of all the people I had to kidnap, it had to be the moody teenager with alchemy.Though this 'clue for Moroni's dissapearence' did not sound good. Should she leave? Her attieon flicked down to her ropes. Would they see? She couldn't tell where the people were in this room, and she didn't know how to talk her way out of this. Giving herself sometime, Sheska kept still an listened.