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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 23, 2009 15:56:41 GMT -6
Envy shrugged at first. ”Understandable, but after actually giving this place a chance it’s surprisingly a lot better then that old hellhole we used to live in. If anything, I’d want to separate myself from Amestris as much as possible.”.
Envy’s attention was instantly much more caught as Kimblee mentioned leaving the place. . .”I wouldn’t blame ya in the slighest for leaving this house full of douchebags. I only wonder why you haven’t left already, really.”. While Envy would love to go with him, he doubted Kimblee would want somebody like him around, especially when all he’s do besides being company would be leeching off of him. He’d certainly take the invitation if it popped up, but he didn’t dare ask for one.
Once Kimblee proposed the two of them being a potential team, though, Envy’s interest rose even higher as raised his eyebrow slightly. ”Me? While I’m flattered, there’s not much of anything I can actually do in this world. I’m not a homunculus anymore, ya know. I could help you scheme something up, sure, but who’ve we got to actually carry anything out sides that big lug over there?”. He motioned off to Gluttony who was chugging a bottle of beer, oblivious to the conversation as usual. ”Know what you mean about self discipline though. If I hadn’t been such a lazy ass recently I wouldn’t of been forced to come here.”
Envy chuckled at Kimblee’s last comment. ”Well yeah. I’d take being a slave to that old bitch in Amestris over then this place. . .Assuming I got my power back, of course.”. Envy wasn’t that worried about having lost his immortality, considering he’d already lived so long already that the concept of death didn’t scare him all that much. Then again, he’d never truly lived until being free of the old hag, so he wasn’t exactly willing to throw away what remained of his life either.
Envy tried to remember where Roze was from for a good while, staring at her in a similar fashion to Kimblee, though he wasn’t interested in her sexually like the Crimson Alchemist was. Eventually, he remembered her face from back in Lior from when he’d posed as Cornello. . .How gullible she was. . .”So, Roze. . .Still trying to reunite with your lost boyfriend?”. Envy smirked and chuckled slightly. There certainly was still an assish side to him.
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Post by velinda on Jul 26, 2009 5:18:08 GMT -6
Roze looked back to the men, whom were talking about leaving, apparently. She sighed, and decided that being quiet was the best recourse for now. She started to speak as Envy spoke to her, and shook her head. "I've accepted his death, after seeing what Cornero turned him into. That was a desecration of his body and memory..." She gazed upwards again, before taking the offered seat next to Zolf. She blushed slightly when he looked at her for more than a few minutes, but still said nothing... She wasn't sure how to react... and she figured the best way to react in that situation is to do nothing, so you don't end up doing something stupid...
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Post by dante on Jul 26, 2009 18:42:01 GMT -6
Dahlia brightened up. "I love bunnies!" she exclaimed happily. "Where is it?"
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Officer Bob came strolling into the lobby a few moments later, his hands buried in his pockets. When he saw Martel sitting near the wall, he smiled slightly and walked over to her. Since she never showed up at the mansion, he had a feeling that she would be here instead.
"Nikolai is being taken care of right now, Martel. He's been roughed up quite a bit, but the doctor told me he should make a complete recovery."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 26, 2009 18:45:48 GMT -6
"Outside, Dahlia. Bunnies live outside. Just come with me" Arden instructed, grabbing her friend's wrist and pulling her out of the room.
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Martel nodded slightly. She was relieved that her son would be alright, but there was something else she was concerned with. "And what about Mikey?" she asked, thinking the officer would know where Mikale was.
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Post by dante on Jul 26, 2009 18:49:29 GMT -6
Dante raised a brow when she noticed that Arden was leading her daughter out the room. Whatever she was up to, it could not be good. The girl had quite a penchant for getting herself into trouble. Although she found that somewhat endearing, she was in no mood for her antics right now.
"Just where do you think you're going?" she inquired.
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"He has been taken into custody," Bob answered simply.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 26, 2009 18:57:25 GMT -6
"Just in the backyard" the young girl said, keeping a stoic expression. She knew smiling would just make Dante think she was going to kill someone.
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The snake-chimera rose an eyebrow. "You know what I mean" she said, sounding somewhat angry.
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Post by dante on Jul 26, 2009 19:04:52 GMT -6
Dante sighed, then shook her head and turned back to the television. "Keep yourselves out of trouble."
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Bob shook his head. "I know how you must feel, but I can't tell you that. He will be dealt with harshly, I assure you."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 26, 2009 20:03:01 GMT -6
Arden nodded and once again pulled her best friend along. Once they got out to the backyard, she turned to Dahlia. "Tell me if you find a bunny" she instructed.
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"Not as harshly as I can deal with him" Martel said in response to Bob's answer. In an afterthought, she added something. "What happened to Magrace?"
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 27, 2009 12:27:22 GMT -6
He flashed Envy a sharkish smile. "So..who says anyone will have to carry anything?" Apparently Envy thought they might be carrying items out of buildings, thieving. "If we wanted to break and enter, we could do it here. I have a much more...entertaining and...stimulating idea. Not to mention they got fifty nine cent breakfasts and cheap buffets. It'd be a paradise for the chubby one." He took a sip from his beer and set it down. He lit up a smoke and when a breeze blew some toward Roze's face, he crushed it out.
"Don't wanna give this pretty lady second hand smoke." He was trying to be a gentleman, but somehow, no matter how 'suave' he tried to be, he just sounded slick and oily to himself. Probably because he pretty much was just that. He grabbed a Corona out of the beer cooler, cracked it open and slipped a wedge of lime on the rim of the bottle and offered it to Roze. "Here ya go, darlin."
He was actually surprised she hadn't stormed into the house with her nose in the air when he offered her a seat. What a polite little lady she was. Not to mention she had balls to even bother sitting next to him, knowing who he was.
He turned his attention back to Envy, "I'm thinking along the lines of..you know..games of chance. Know what a shill is, Envy?"
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Post by amouri on Jul 28, 2009 4:26:46 GMT -6
Barry felt a slight flush rise in his cheeks at the compliment, but he kept his eyes carefully diverted.
"Yes...I was a butcher in Central before some unfortunate events changed quite a lot."
He hesitated. After all, secrets from their previous lives were uncommon in this house, it didn't seem appropiate for him to keep his past hidden from newcomers.
That would only lead to misunderstandings in the future.
He looked up with a sigh.
"Actually...I was more than just a butcher. I was a serial killer, Barry the Chopper, not too known until I was revealed as a murderer and locked up."
He gazed at her uncertainly.
"But of course, like (mostly) everyone in this house, I have more or less left those habits behind. In this world, crime is kept under much more strict control than in Amestris. It would be completely idiotic to try and kill someone without excellent planning."
He watched the progress on the pans with mild interest.
The sharp smell of bacon and eggs made his mouth water slightly.
The yogurt from the morning had been completely forgotten, and his stomach was silently signalling that it had been far from enough anyway.
He looked up in surprise at her question and noticed the colour in her cheeks.
"Ah...Yes of course, I'm sure I've got at least one set of spare clothes."
He understood why she wanted to get out of her current garments, even though they were flattering to her forms and beauty, it was probably not what anyone would want to wear when in a house full of narrowminded strangers.
"I'm sure you'd be able to fit something, as you probably noticed I'm not bulkiest person to find in this house." He added with a grin.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 28, 2009 9:56:24 GMT -6
She smiled a little at Barry's flushed cheeks and bashfulness. She turned the heat off the bacon strips and moved them to a plate as she listened to him.
A serial killer?! she thought with some alarm. That Barry? News traveled far and even people in Lior had heard of the Barry the Butcher. How discouraging and disheartening. Well...there was no point judging, so far he was the only one who'd paid her any heed. Of course, most killers were probably nice when they were charming their prey. She sighed as she finished buttering the last waffle.
Was he telling the truth about putting that life behind him? And was it only because of the stricter laws in this world? If so, then his heart and basic nature would remain unchanged. But he had a trustworthy 'feel' about him, and her instincts were usually right.
At any rate, she would certainly treat him with the same level of kindness he'd treated her with, unless and until he gave her reason not to.
She smiled at him, "Could you please fetch me something to wear? I'll make you a plate while you do."
Well...if she wasn't crazy now, she likely would be soon in this house. Serial killers, psychotic alchemists, Ishballan priests married to people who committed genocide. Nope! Nothing wrong here!
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Post by amouri on Jul 31, 2009 4:35:05 GMT -6
Barry watched her closely to see her reaction.
He was relieved to see that she didn't seem particularly shocked, and if she was she wasn't showing it.
He nodded in response to her request.
"Yep, sure."
He turned out fo the kitchen, going up the stairs towards his room.
He opened one of his drawers, rummaging through it for something Sarai might wear that wasn't as...revealing as her current attire.
He pulled out a pair of jeans, which he was sure she would be able to fit.
After finding a black t-shirt along with a jumper in case she needed that as well, he went down the stairs again towards the kitchen.
"Here ya go." He said cheerfully.
He scratched the back of his neck in thought.
"You could change in the bathroom, I think that would be the only place you could get some privacy."
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 31, 2009 10:46:14 GMT -6
Sarai
She accepted the clothes with a smile, and set them aside for the moment. She fixed a plate with about 5 waffles, half of one of the packs of cooked bacon, and about half a dozen scrambled eggs. She buttered and poured syrup on the stack and took it out to the porch for Gluttony. She set it on the table next to the chair where Roze was sitting.
"Here you go," she said with a sunny smile and patted the top of his head.
She returned to the kitchen and fixed a plate for Barry as well. She was still a bit disoriented from the horrid gate trip and had no real appetite herself. She gathered the clothes in her arms and searched the hallway off the livingroom for a bathroom, where she changed. The jeans fit okay, although they hung low on her hips a bit, but the T-shirt was thankfully a bit loose. She carefully folded her costume and set it on a hamper, then returned to the kitchen.
She poured herself another cup of coffee and turned to Barry. "So tell me, Barry....how did coming to this side of the gate...affect this change of character?" She really wasn't probing for gory details, but it would be interesting to hear what had happened that effected him to the point of changing his mind and his life.
[Ooc: I'm gonna have Kimblee do something that will pull these guys out of the kitchen/cooking rut xD]
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Post by amouri on Jul 31, 2009 18:05:44 GMT -6
Barry watched her go with the food for the glutton, and watched the remaining food so that it didn't burn.
When she came back and fixed the second plate, he gladly accepted it whilst she gathered the clothes and went to change.
He ate hungrily, quite surprised at how much he seemed to be able to wolf down.
I must've been eating less than I thought...
As she returned, most of the food on his plate was gone, and he looked up to see to his satisfaction that it hadn't been to much of an ill fit.
He swallowed so as to be able to answer her question.
"Well...Its hard to explain really...I was bound to an empty suit of armour, by means I never quite got. However it was done, my soul was no longer in a body of meat and bones, but a horrid shell of metal."
He shuddered slightly at the memory.
"Back in those days it was...hard. We all...There were more of us, armoured people, convicts used for experiments...we all had our doubts, were all wondeirng why we continued living when all else had been lost. We were put as guards of the place we were then residing in.
We were allowed to kill all intruders without mercy. And...we did. More or less. It was the only thing that we-that I, I don't know what the others felt about it-the only thing that I KNEW was real."
He scratched his neck uncomfortably.
"Y'see...things weren't that real back then. We couldn't feel anything, couldn't drink, couldn't eat, sleep, breathe, pain was non-existent. We couldn't...cry. So we killed."
He hesitated.
He hadn't meant to spill it all out like that, but apparently he hadn't been able to help himself.
Aw, what the heck. Whats the big deal anyway? She's an Ishballan, she's been through her fair share of gruesome details I imagine.
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Post by dante on Jul 31, 2009 22:30:33 GMT -6
Dahlia nodded, then began to waddle around the yard, looking for a bunny. Not finding anything, she frowned in disappointment, then made her way over the garden, thinking that it might be hiding in there.
"Mommy grows carrots! Maybe the bunny is snacking on those..." she thought aloud.
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Bob shook his head. "We didn't find any sign of Magrace. I'd imagine that Frank is asking Mikey about him now, but I doubt he'll say anything, considering how loyal to him he is, and all..."
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Dante turned off the television and rose from her armchair, heading downstairs and into the kitchen. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she took a seat at the table and sipped it, bored out of her mind.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 31, 2009 22:35:04 GMT -6
"Or we could scare the little weasels out of hiding" Arden suggested with a smile. She then pulled out a small dog whistle. "Bunnies hate dogs...you get where I'm going?"
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"You couldn't find the damned mirror anywhere?" Martel asked, raising an eyebrow. That was interesting....Maybe Magrace was actually out of their hair for good. All the better, in her opinion. Guy was the biggest douchebag she'd ever met.
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Post by dante on Jul 31, 2009 22:38:41 GMT -6
Dahlia blinked in confusion. "But where are we gonna find a doggy...?" she asked, completely forgetting about Bandit.
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"We searched the mansion for a while, but there was no sign of it," Bob explained.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Aug 1, 2009 11:51:53 GMT -6
Sarai
She listened as Barry told her of his experiences. It was horrible! And so violent! It was terrible, really. And sad. During the Ishbal war, she'd seen so much tangible destruction and chaos around her. But what of those like Barry, who fought more silent wars inside?
"I'm sorry, Barry. I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like. I suppose it's easy to take flesh for granted. Even pain."
She caught something orange out of the corner of her eye and glanced out the window. Six feet of billowing orange flames were rising from a BBQ. Kimblee was laughing and squirting charcoal lighter all over it.
"My God! That man isn't just insane, he's just plain idiotic!" she said in an irritated tone of voice. At least the BBQ wasn't near the awning of the porch. But all the same, she didn't trust Kimblee manning a BBQ. If anyone could cause a BBQ disaster, it would be him.
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Post by amouri on Aug 1, 2009 12:24:33 GMT -6
He shrugged.
"Cheah, it wasn't nice. It was mostly the idea that we might never actually have lived that hit us most, we might have just been experimetns like any other with fake memories and personalities."
He glanced out of the window at her outburst.
"Good god. He really knows how to make a scene, huh?"
He chuckled quietly.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Aug 2, 2009 22:09:09 GMT -6
Sarai
She simply shook her head at the Crimson Alchemist's jackassery and turned her attention back to Barry. She nodded quietly as she digested his words. Fake memories...experiments.
"Barry...my father would have said that it's not what you remember of the past, but rather how you handle the present moment that defines who you are. And the future is always a spotless and clean slate to write your life upon."
She placed a gentle hand on his cheek and smiled warmly. "Don't let your past haunt you, Barry." She lowered her lashes demurely and cradled the coffee cup in her hands, sipping from it.
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