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Post by dante on Feb 28, 2009 16:16:47 GMT -6
Dante waited within the darkness that consumed the study, tapping her fingers against the armrest of her chair as she waited for the arrival of her chief subordinate. Her eyes were fixed on the door across from her, gleaming dangerously in the shadows.
"How long has it been?" she spoke, cutting through the eerie silence that had been present since they arrived at the military base.
Sloth snapped back to attention when she heard her master speak. She had been leaning against the wall, trying to catch up on her rest. Glancing over at the clock above the door, she squinted her eyes, trying to make out the numbers through the thick darkness.
"About fifty minutes, master," she answered.
The reincarnated alchemist frowned at the response. She shifted in her chair impatiently, smoothing out her maroon dress. "Hmph.. He is certainly pushing his luck."
"Can I get you something to drink?" Sloth inquired, sensing how aggravated her master was.
"A cup of tea would be nice, thank you. I need something to calm my nerves," Dante answered monotonously, looking over at her guest. "Be sure to get our Martel something, as well."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Feb 28, 2009 16:39:10 GMT -6
(I think one of us will have to play as Pride for a while)
Martel rested in a nearby chair, trying despreately to remain calm. She had already almost lost her babies because of that bastard X. She didn't want to put them at more risk by becoming nervous about her current situation.
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Post by dante on Feb 28, 2009 17:51:46 GMT -6
(Doesn't he post fairly often?)
Sloth left the room in her military guise to go get her master something to drink.
Dante sank back in her chair, closing her eyes. She could feel the tension in her bones, and knew she needed to calm down. Anger was bad for the body, after all.
Opening an eye, she glanced over at Martel, frowning when she noticed that she seemed a bit distressed. "Calm down, dear, there's nothing to worry about. You're not the one in trouble here."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Feb 28, 2009 17:58:32 GMT -6
(Well, he's grounded for a month)
The snake chimera glanced at her captor. "I know" she said, looking at the door. She was not looking forward to seeing the Fuhrer again. Or hearing his threats.
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taisky16
Corporal
You can't hide from Pride
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Post by taisky16 on Mar 2, 2009 15:14:56 GMT -6
Pride opened the door with a slight nudge, making as little noise as possible. They were on the top floor, but he had militray personal looking for his signature on documents, and he was far too busy to deal with those matters. He had ACTUAL plans of importance to attend to.
As per usual he wore his black hair cropped short with a single strand dangling over his nose. The eyepatch concealing his left eye with the Ouroborus tattoo was fitted in place, his other eye narrowed into a near-brown slit of annoyance. His thick mustache was neatly trimmed, and his blue uniform talored and nicely kempt. He bowed before his Master and took a standing position behind his desk.
"I must say, you look ravishing in your new body Master," he commented, biting back the urge to use her real name. He disliked all this formality, but it was certainly better to stay on Dante's good side. "I apologize for the outbreak earlier this week that allowed out subject to escape. I wasn't expecting three State Alchemists as well as Greed and his gang to make such an effort. But we got her back in the end, so all's well that ends well."
He shot a glance at Martel. Such a troublesome youth. She had been good with the experiments that had made her, but her usefullness would soon reach it's end. Until then, he had to contain her, and make sure nothing befell her. He turned about face, hands clasped behind his back.
"I have questions to ask, but I would like to answer any that you might have."
Bradely took 'pride' in his competence.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 2, 2009 15:17:28 GMT -6
Martel shrunk back slightly in her seat. She didn't want to show her fear to her captors, though they could probably tell. And who could blame her? She was utterly defenseless right now, and who knew what Bradley planned to do with her?
"Why don't you tell her your plan, you bastard?" she hissed to the Fuhrer, placing her arms protectively around her stomach.
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taisky16
Corporal
You can't hide from Pride
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Post by taisky16 on Mar 4, 2009 21:10:39 GMT -6
((Waiting for Dante.))
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 15:07:48 GMT -6
The snake chimera stared at the Fuhrer in a mixture of fear and anger. Suddenly she pulled herself out of the chair. "Well, I hate to miss this, but I'm about to piss myself" she said, walking over to the door that seperated a small lavoratory from the actual office. There weren't any halls, so she didn't have a chance to get caught by anyone.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Mar 5, 2009 15:16:42 GMT -6
Greed, made his way deeper into the base of the military. Sneaking around was not one of his strong point. This showed when Dorochette had to calm him and quietly restrain him from breaking down a wall due to his temper. Finally he made it to the front door of the office nearest Pride's office. He needed to do this with haste, and be discrete with it too. "Damn..." he whispered through clenched teeth. He slide along the wall. His skill in using his body, made it easy to move without noise.
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Roy saw shadowy individuals enter the premises. And his interest clicked on. He too, would sneak closer. Keeping out of view of the small group. Already having to work over night for an upcoming promotion, he decided to have a little fun with work. "Why is he here...? And not trying to kill everyone..?" he quietly asked the air around him, while slipping on an ignition glove. |I will trail them, at least until I have reason to think foul play. They might lead me to something.| he thought to himself. And he followed them.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 15:19:32 GMT -6
Dorochet sniffed the air softly. "Carefull boss. Bradley's in his office. Though, I can't recognize the scent of one of the women in there with him" he told his "master" in a very, very low whisper.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Mar 5, 2009 15:28:12 GMT -6
"Dante..." he hissed into the dark. He edged further along the wall. Martel was in sight, but calling out to her would cause alarm. He tried to rapidly think of a way to get her attention, without alerting too many people.
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Roy noticed Martel, and had not seen her around. As well as Greed attempting to get closer. Noting that the woman was not in uniform, Roy decided to stick his own two sense in so that he can get further into this. He stepped out, and called upon her. "Excuse me, I believe only military personnel allowed here." he commented, just above a whisper. As if normal talking. Which would not be heard too easily by the two in the other room not paying attention. Knowing she would instinctively turn to face him, he was able to get a grasp on the details of the situation.
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Greed retreated further into the shadows, just out of sight of Roy. |DAMN IT!!| he thought, mentally kicking himself. He glared at Roy, wondering his intentions.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 15:30:20 GMT -6
Martel refused to turn and face the man. He was in the military. How could she trust him, espically with something like this?
"Should I take him out, sir?" Dorochette asked, reaching for his sword.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Mar 5, 2009 15:36:36 GMT -6
"No.. Not just yet." he replied to Dorochette, sounding interested.
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"Ah'. I see." he said, noticing her body naturally tense up at his command. "Well, soldier. I gave you an order, I suggest you follow it." he retorted almost tauntingly. While at the same time, trying to suggest abstractedly that she could trust him.
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Greed's gaze went from a glare to an interested piercing gaze.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 15:38:04 GMT -6
"Just stay away from me." Martel hissed angrily, still refusing to meet his gaze. "Beside's it's in your best interest to do that".
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Mar 5, 2009 15:41:55 GMT -6
"Trust me. It's YOUR best interest to listen." he said, putting a slight emphasis on the word 'your.' He remembered a group that was in special ops years ago. And he remembered a girl, much like this. They had a mutual partnership during those times. Before she was declared dead after having to go on a mission. He rubbed his cloth together lightly, to give off the smell of the ingredients. If you was around Mustang, especially during the war. That smell should give him away quite easily. "Now, I gave you an order." he reiterated, telling her to follow it.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 15:43:46 GMT -6
"You were in Ishbal, weren't you? " Martel asked, her eyes slowly going towards Mustang. She still refused to really look at him. But, she had to see what he wanted. Besides, maybe- maybe he could help her.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Mar 5, 2009 15:49:31 GMT -6
"Regrettably, yes." he commented back, in a slightly sad tone. "Of course, since you last knew me, I got up in the ranks." he said, jokingly. Suggesting they worked together for a time, and were possibly friends. "I have a voice, now. Don't have to worry about most of that." he said, slightly down. "Every soldier's dream, right?" he asked her, suggesting it was some inside comment. Them being friends, she would know what that meant. And by the looks of it, they were pretty close during the war.
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Greed felt a stab of jealousy his his chest, but he stopped himself for the best interest.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 15:54:32 GMT -6
"I wouldn't know, seeing as most of the world think's I'm dead. In fact, I don't know how much longer I'm going to live before someone around here actually kills me. I mean, I have no way to defend myself" her voice trailed off then, and she glanced quickly at her stomach. It was very fast, so she hoped Mustang hadn't seen. They had once been "allies" but that could have changed over the past fourteen years.
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Mar 5, 2009 15:59:03 GMT -6
It seems she had forgot how perceptive he was, as he noticed every bit of her actions. "Soldier, I have some work for you. I am going to 'borrow' you for a moment." he ordered, putting a playful emphasis on the word 'borrow.' He did the military 180, and began to walk. "I out rank you now, so I suggest you follow." he said, in a voice only a prior military official could understand what he meant. He began to walk away from the office.
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Greed had half the mind to kill him, but thought otherwise. He was doing Greed's work for him, so there would be no point. He followed up behind, in the shadows.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 5, 2009 16:00:42 GMT -6
"I'm going to get killed." Martel said, shaking her head slightly. However, she followed after Mustang. Mostly it was just to figure out what he wanted, and how much he knew.
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