Chapter twelve: Servants
Two pieces each lifted into the air then snapped in place. Moments later, the arm was reassembled before them.
Edward blinked. "Um, okay…. Wow. What kind of alchemy is that?"
"Telepathic alchemy. I discovered it…"
"WOW YOU DID? So that's why it's not in any books?"
"Yeah. I was thinking of going to Rush valley and fix automail when I retire." Coniniaue explained. "Open up a quiet shop in town… I'd get tons of customers…"
"Retire? Coniniaue, with that ability, you could become colonel, general… President!" Edward exclaimed.
"With your abilities you can become the same things I could. It's no big deal… I mean, I can't use telepathic alchemy in battle. Now listen…" She stood up and grabbed his collar, glaring into him. "You can't tell ANYONE! NO ONE at all! Not even Alphonse, or Winry, or anyone!"
"What? This is a scientific break through! I have to tell someone else, um, Mustang, Hawkeye, Havoc, Ross…" Edward stammered.
"No. Way."
"But…"
"No! Please! I'm not that good yet, and I'll need to be able to explain… Besides, it's just like normal alchemy, except slow enough to see how you really do it." Coniniaue begged. "Please…"
Edward smiled maliciously. "I won't tell… If you do everything I say…"
A sweat drop fell down the back of Coniniaue's head. "You have got to be kidding me."
"'And in my report on Youswell, Coniniaue has discovered a new kind of alchemy…'"
"Fine! Fine!"
Edward rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Hahaha…. Now. Coniniaue! You are now my faithful servant…"
"This is beyond blackmail."
"Shut up! Anyway, I was you to… Um…" He thought for a moment. "Aha! The worst thing I can possibly make you do… Well, not the worst, but still. I want you to sit down and tell me what you think about me. HAHA!"
Coniniaue froze. "No. Way."
"'Dear Colonel…'"
"'Dear King Bradley. I am happy to inform you that Edward Elric, the Fullmetal alchemist, attempted human transmutation…'"
"'Dear King Bradley, I am happy to inform you that Coniniaue, the 'Bloodless alchemist,' is really one half of a superhuman chimera. She has no fingerprints, no rings in her irises, no veins, no nothing. The only way to correctly identify her is to make an imprint of her teeth or something…'"
Coniniaue growled. "I'd rather sacrifice my insanity than tell you."
Edward blinked. "Oh. Um… Well anyway, the train leaves tomorrow morning, be ready…"