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Post by dante on Jul 3, 2009 21:17:39 GMT -6
Dahlia wandered into the kitchen with Nikolai, walking right past the television room. She wanted to watch cartoons with her best friend, but that had to wait until she got some food in her tummy. As she stepped into the kitchen, she looked around and frowned when she realized there were no adults around to make her breakfast.
Before she started crying, she had an idea. Smiling widely, she decided to impress mommy and daddy by making breakfast all by herself today! Waddling over to the fridge, she grabbed the door handle pulled it open, falling on her rear shortly after.
"Owie..." she whimpered.
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"You're kidding, right? I've only been gone for three months and he's all ready destroying the place! I'll be down in a few moments," Eltana grumbled, hanging up.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 3, 2009 21:21:16 GMT -6
Nikolai chuckled at Dahlia's antics. "You need some help?" he offered, holding out a hand to help her onto her feet.
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Martel nodded. It was a wonder how none of them had fired JD, but to be honest, he really had improved. He only slipped up once and a while and that was what Eltana was for...beating the shit out of him to teach him a lesson.
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Post by Scar on Jul 3, 2009 21:29:27 GMT -6
Scar shook his head. "No, thank you. I have to cook the wonderful pot luck once I get down there anyways, seeing as no one besides us and Martel can cook without burning half my kitchen down." Seeing as he did most of the cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping for the past for years, Scar had claimed the kitchen as his own, and anyone who said otherwise had to cook for their own damned selves.
"Saturday School could be worse, you know." He added, pulling out a pair of navy blue dress pants and a white pollo shirt. "You could have to do it with that insane Biology teacher, Mr. Randel. That man is worse than Armstrong, I swear." he growled as he buttoned up his shirt.
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Post by dante on Jul 3, 2009 21:43:01 GMT -6
Dante brushed her hair as she listened to her husband talk. It was true that he had been doing most of the work around here ever since his arrival. Her mornings were tough, but he had to prepare meals for a bunch of ungrateful insects before going off to teach even more of them for six hours. It was nothing short of a miracle that he hadn't mowed someone down with a machine gun yet.
"You should at least have something, dear. It'll make your morning a whole lot easier," she told him as she put her brush down.
Chuckling again, she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Mr. Randel? I'll concede that he's a worthless pest, but even he can't compare to Pancrazio. Be thankful that he hasn't taken a liking to you."
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Dahlia smiled and accepted his hand, and with his assistance pulled herself up. "Thanks!" she chirped happily before turning her attention back to the fridge.
She leaned forward into the fridge and began looking for some milk. Spotting a carton, she reached inside and grabbed it, then closed the door and began making her way toward the kitchen table. At first she tried crawling up onto one of the chairs so she could reach the surface, but only succeeded in spilling a lot of the milk on the floor.
"Poopy!" she grumbled, crawling back down to the floor. It looked like she would have to make her breakfast on the ground.
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About ten minutes later, a car pulled up to The River Styx. The drivers seat door opened, and out stepped Eltana, wearing a thick violet coat with a furry collar that one would expect to find on a woman. His silky black hair was somewhat frazzled, and his expression was far from pleasant, to say the least.
Eltana walked over to his former employer, carrying an ax with him. "Where is he?"
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 3, 2009 21:46:50 GMT -6
"What are you doing?" Nikolai asked Dahlia, raising an eyebrow.
Nearly as soon as the milk spilled, Bandit came racing into the room, barking like a maniac. She paused at the milk puddle, starting to lap it up.
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"Right in there. Sleeping on a barstool. And, don't kill him, we still pay for his life insurance until next week" Martel said, walking down into the Styx, leaving the door open for Eltana.
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Post by Scar on Jul 3, 2009 21:55:27 GMT -6
"Ahh yes, Principle Pancrazio. The man obsessed with cult movies and old pastries...I'm starting to think he escaped from an asylum." Scar replied as he finished tying his tie. Then something occured to him. "Dante...Everyone is either at work, asleep, or still upstairs..." he started. "...Except for the children, who are either asleep or now downstairs...Which means..." He turned to his wife with a rather grieved look. "Who's going down there? You or me?"
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Post by dante on Jul 3, 2009 22:02:35 GMT -6
"I'm about to head downstairs, so I'll check up on them," Dante said with a light sigh. Although she loved her little girl dearly, the last thing she wanted to do was to deal with children before going off to teach.
Suddenly, a massive crash could be heard coming from downstairs.
Her eyes widened when she heard the noise. Fearing the worst, she quickly made her way downstairs.
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"I'm making some cereal!" Dahlia answered her friend as she waddled over to the pantry. Fortunately for her, someone forgot to close the door. She stepped inside the small room and examined the shelf, spotting her favorite cereal on the highest shelf.
Taking a deep gulp, she slowly began climing up the shelves, intent on getting her cereal. As she ascended the massive shelf, she knocked down nearly everything in her path, breaking jars of jam, spilling syrup, and sending chips flying all over the floor. It was a disaster of epic proportions, to say the least.
When she reached the top of the massive shelf, she hugged her cereal happily. "Mine!"
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Eltana casually walked into the bar, holding the ax behind his back. When he spotted the offender, he walked over to the bar stool he was sleeping on and examined him. A few months had passed since their last meeting, but he was still the same buffoon he had always been.
Raising his ax, he swung it down in one swift motion, cutting off a good chunk of his hair. "Sleeping on the job, are we?" he clicked his tongue in disapproval.
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Post by Scar on Jul 3, 2009 22:06:15 GMT -6
"Allright." He replied, heading towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and all that good stuff, when he heard the crash. "Damn it!" he growled, rushing out behind his wife. Whatever just happened, he -knew- it wasn't good.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 3, 2009 22:07:34 GMT -6
"Me thinks someone is about to be beaten" Arden said with a smile as she watched Dante go downstairs. "Let's watch, shall we?" With that, she hurried down the stairs after Dante.
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Nikolai was jumping out of the way of the jars and bags and boxes, all the while trying to talk Dahlia out of climbing. Once she had the cereal, he frowned and asked, "How are you gonna get down from there?"
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"Not my shift yet" JD said, not even phased by the axe-treatment.
Martel noticed this and looked at Eltana. She held up a twenty-dollar bill, obviously a way to apologize for making him deal with this.
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Post by dante on Jul 3, 2009 22:16:51 GMT -6
Dahlia looked down at the floor and paled when she saw how high up she was. Considering her friend's question for a moment, her eyes began to water slightly when she realized that she was stuck.
"...I wanna go down!" she whined, tossing the cereal box to the ground.
A few moments later, Dante rushed in and wrinkled her nose in disgust when she noticed the mess on the floor. Seeing Nikolai staring up at the top of the shelf, she looked up and widened her eyes when she saw her daughter at the top. She had a feeling that Dahlia was responsible, seeing as neither Arden nor Nikolai were dumb enough to do something like this.
"Dahlia! What on earth are you doing?" Dante asked her daughter, startled.
"I wanted to make some cereal -- and now I'm stuck!" Dahlia sniffled in response.
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Eltana glanced over at Martel, then took the money from her without the slightest bit of hesitation. Tormenting a fool like JD was payment enough, but he had never been the type to pass up free money.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken," he began smoothly, running the blade of the axe along his throat, applying enough pressure to draw a little blow. "Your shift began the moment you set this place on fire. Now I suggest you get to work."
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 3, 2009 22:20:23 GMT -6
[Does this mansion have a pool? xD]
Zolf woke up when he heard the chatter of children coming from the kitchen. Like most mornings, he woke up on the back porch, on a chaise lounge or patio love seat, legs hanging over the arm. It was tolerable in the summer and he spent most of his time alone.
He was glad he had no work today. Being a demolition specialist in the land development industry was back-breaking, but his boss paid him under the table. He drifted from job to job, restless and unhappy staying in one place. He often took off to Las Vegas on gambling binges, but he always returned here. He had no clue why, considering he didn't like most of the people here and they didn't like him either. But at least he knew where they were from, and that made it bearable somehow.
Over the past few years, he'd degenerated in spirit. He used to be angry...and then bitter. Now he was just apathetic. It had been forever since he'd blown anything up with his own bare hands. Knowledge of alchemy was handy here, too. You had to know the components to make any explosive, but it wasn't the same as a good old fashioned alchemic transmutation.
He wandered into the kitchen, a morning-grumpy look on his face. He grabbed a box of Crunch Berries out of the cupboard and poured milk into it. It was mostly for the kids, but he liked sugar bombs for breakfast. He grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge, cracked it open and downed half the contents in a few gulps and let out a loud belch, and sigh of satisfaction. He sat down at the table, eating his cereal quietly and ignored the newspaper splayed out on it.
As he was eating, one of the children managed to tumble half the contents of the cupboards to the floor, jars breaking eveywhere. He was unfazed. Business as usual. He continued eating.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 3, 2009 22:19:55 GMT -6
Arden popped into the kitchen shortly after Dante. She glanced up at Dahlia and smiled slightly. "Enjoying the view?"
"I'm just gonna go underneath the couch" Nikolai said, shaking his head and going into the living room.
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"Damn" JD choked, waking up and sitting up straight as he could possibly get.
Martel smiled at Eltana. "Sorry for bothering you" she told him apologetically. "Unfortunately, you're the only one he really even tries to listen to".
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Post by Scar on Jul 3, 2009 22:34:54 GMT -6
Scar arrived shortly after Dante, and his reaction was very similar. He looked in horror as the pantry, the pantry full of food he'd bought and organized, dripped syrup and jelly. "Dahlia!" Scar sighed, shaking his head. "If you wanted some cereal, all you had to do was ask one of us. Making his way over, he reached up and picked the little girl up, setting her down on the ground. He then looked over to Dante and sighed. "I'll make breakfast..." he told her. In other words, he was saying 'Your the evil mastermind, you find the appropriate way to punish her.' As for the mess...Armstrong could deal with that.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 3, 2009 23:03:48 GMT -6
When Sarai regained consciousness, she was in an alley. She assumed, wrongly, that she was still in Lior. After all, she'd been walking down an alley there when it happened. Black snaking hands reached out and grabbed her, dragging her deeper into the shadows. Startled, she thought she was going to be raped or mugged. But before she could curse her own stupidity, she was swallowed by light and screamed.
She stood up, dazed and gazing about in shock. Her purse was a few feet away. She picked it up and examined it's contents and furrowed her brow when nothing was missing. She turned her head about in bewilderment, unable to fully get her bearings. "What happened to me?" she wondered aloud. Maybe she'd had a seizure, although she was not an epileptic. Or perhaps she'd had a stroke, even though she was too young and healthy.
She stepped out of the alley and cried out as a teenager in strange, baggy clothes blew past her on a board with wheels of some sort. Cars were everywhere, rolling down the street and parked along the curbs. She'd never seen so many cars in her life. And they were so different! She closed her eyes, hoping when she opened them that everything would be normal again. But such was not her fortune. The scene before her remained unchanged.
She wandered aimlessly up and down various streets, frustrated and afraid. Tears stained her cheeks and she walked with her head down in shame. Finally, after turning down a street that was relatively quiet, she came to rest on the curb in front of a huge house. There were noises and chatter coming from the kitchen window, and a crash of breaking glass. She lay her head in her hands and began to weep openly, sobbing in fear and confusion.
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Post by amouri on Jul 4, 2009 1:42:30 GMT -6
Barry sighed, closing his eyes in a hopeful attempt to fall asleep again.
A range of crashes from downstairs made him roll his eyes.
Kids already at it again.
He sat up, getting out of bed.
There was no point in going to sleep now.
Slowly pulling the usual t-shirt and jeans on, he went downstairs, as always making sure no tools of death and destruction had been left by the miniature killer they had running loose.
Not that he wasn't impressed by a kid that liked to kill and cause pain, he himself missed it.
Its like stress relief, killing always makes you feel better.
He thought with a grin.
Getting downstairs, he automatically went for the kitchen, only stopping at the sight that then beheld him.
"Impressive." He merely said, before carefully treading around the mess and parents, especially avoiding the massive Ishbalan priest, and heading for the fridge.
Getting himself a bowl and a spoon, he got some plain yogurt and scanned the remaining contents of the shelves for an intact bottle of syrup.
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Post by arythknives on Jul 4, 2009 1:45:34 GMT -6
Anthras walked into the kitchen and got another cup of coffee. there were a couple of people in the kitchen. (Anthras:) "hey sorry about the early wake up, but i had to do something about Alex sleeping in the... *cuts himself off as he notices the kid* well you probably dont wanna hear about that, i know i wouldn't. Anyway... it wont happen again." Anthras walked away without waiting for a response. he hadn't actually been seeking acceptance or anything like that, but he knew that it wasn't cool to wake everyone up like that without at least taking the blame. He didn't really care if they forgave him or if they liked him at all, he just knew that wrongs needed to be admitted to and announced. Besides, seeing Alex's wang every morning pretty much ruined his day, week, month... so on and so forth.
Anthras decided he would take a trip to what he claimed as his 'haze' room. he had found it while roaming around the house at night last year. a broom closet next to the kitchen had a fake wall in the back, which led to a stair that went up to a room at the very top and center of the mansion. it took him about five minutes to wind his way up the stair, and when he reached the top he found himself in a large party room with a stage at one end. apparently the previous owners had been at-home jazz clubbers. Anthras went over to the wet bar and poured himself a tall scotch with a tablespoon of sugar and vinegar, and two ice cubes.
He reached down under the bar and brought out an old leather bound case and opened it. he then took his time to polish away new smudges and prints before putting together a Kielworth Shadow saxophone. he changed the reed out for a supple one, allowing him to make softer changes in note, at the price of speed. the melody he would play tonight would be a slow one, so it didn't matter.
climbing up to the stage he placed his scotch on a stool beside his own. he sat down and pulled out a pipe and filled it with tobacco. he struck a match to light it but instead found himself staring into the flame for a moment. he ended up having to strike another match so that he could puff his pipe to life. taking a deep pull at the pipe he raised the sax and started playing a slow deep melody with a few key notes to it that,to listeners, gave rise to feelings of memories just out of reach. after a few seconds smoke was pouring from the bell as he played. every now and then he would take a puff from his pipe during a pause in the melody.
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Anthras stood up and drained the quarter inch of scotch in the bottom of his glass. taking apart the saxophone he put it back in the case, and the case back under the bar. washing out his glass in the small sink in the bar, he set it up with the other glasses. so far he was the only one who knew about this place, but eventually and probably soon, other would find out about it. he hoped that day was far away and he liked being alone. But at the same time he felt like he was missing something. "They don't like me anyway. why do I even try?" anthras walked down the other set of stairs that led to a small opening under one of the bathroom counters.
after he crawled out he made sure that the panel was back in place before stepping out of the bathroom. he went out to the porch and sat next to armstrong. Lighting his pipe a second time he filled it with tobacco.
(Anthras:) "You want a hit, Armstrong?"
(Alex:) " No. I don't smoke, man."
He sat for a while listening to Alex play guitar. a little while later he leaned over and punched Alex really hard in the jaw, watching him slump down unconscious.
(Anthras:) "Dude can't play worth a shit.."
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 4, 2009 2:12:08 GMT -6
After awhile, the ruckus in the kitchen wore on his nerves. He quietly got up and washed his bowl in the sink and put it and the spoon in the drainer. He walked out to the porch, in nothing but the swim trunks he'd fallen asleep in last night. He didn't care about changing into something else. Or bathing for that matter, come to think of it. He came to the edge of the pool and did a canon ball, sending spray all over Armstrong and his friend.
After swimming length of the pool and back, he hopped out and laid back in a chaise lounge. He glanced over at Armstrong, who's jaw was swelling and who's guitar was hanging loosely from one hand. He picked up his cigarettes from the small table next to him, but the lighter was no where to be found. "I swear I lose about a dozen of them things a week," he said with annoyance. He caught a whiff of smoke drifting from the fellows pipe and looked at him curiously. "A bit early in the day for that, aint it? Can you spare a light for an unfortunate lighter theft victim?"
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Post by dante on Jul 4, 2009 2:42:23 GMT -6
((OOC: Yep, there's a pool! Hot tubs, too.))
Dante looked down at her daughter, her lips curving into a deep frown. Although she was overjoyed that nothing happened to her precious little girl, she was still aggravated over the commotion she caused. The groceries her husband just bought the other day were spilled all over the floor, and the shelf itself was covered in all sorts of gunk. If she had a heart, she would pity the poor sap that had to clean up.
"Sweetheart, what you just did was extremely dangerous. Not only could you have injured yourself, but you ruined the groceries your father just bought. Now what do you have to say for yourself?" she admonished her sternly.
Dahlia rested her eyes on the floor, too ashamed to look at her mother. She shuffled awkwardly, holding her hands behind her back. "I just wanted to be a big girl and make breakfast by myself.." she whimpered pathetically.
Sighing, the former alchemist lifted her up and carried her into the kitchen. She cast a quick glance at Kimblee as he left the room, then walked over to the table and placed her daughter on her booster seat. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, dear. Your little friend Arden matured too quickly for her own good, and look how she turned out," she consoled her daughter, gently ruffling her hair. "Be a good girl and sit here while your father makes you some breakfast."
With that, she turned and began walking toward the living room. Thanks to that little fiasco, breakfast was out of the question. On her way there she passed by Barry, and when she noticed that he was heading toward the pantry for his breakfast, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. "Barry, was it? You never seem to do anything around here, so be a dear and take care of that mess, will you? My husband will be quite disappointed if he has to clean it up himself."
She started walking again, not even bothering to wait for his response. If he knew what was good for him, he would do as she said, unless he wanted to suffer the wrath of an angry Ishbalan warrior priest. As she moved past a window, something caught her eye. Looking outside, she quirked a brow when she noticed a young woman standing near the curb in front of the house, crying hysterically into her hands. Most people would feel at least a tinge of sympathy for the girl, but she was only annoyed that the girl was loitering on their lawn. Her morning was all ready bad enough, so the last thing she wanted was more unexpected visitors.
Narrowing her eyes, she opened the side door and headed outside. She walked past the pool and headed to the front yard, coming to a stop behind the weeping girl. "Just what do you think you're doing? This is private property, so stop your blubbering and leave before I call the authorities."
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Eltana shook his head, giving her an icy smile. "Think nothing of it. I'm more than happy to torture this pathetic wimp for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up on my beauty sleep."
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Post by amouri on Jul 4, 2009 4:06:21 GMT -6
With a triumphant grunt he noticed the syrup just within his reach on the shelf.
Tiptoeing around the mess, he was just about to grab it when the leader of the humunculi walked past.
He stared at her in astonishment when she everything but ordered him to clean up the mess.
Before he could protest, she had smoothly went on her way, not owing him a backwards glance.
He furrowed his brow in irritation, but decided with a sigh that he'd better not object.
After all, her husband had nearly killed him on another occasion, or at least tried to.
Even though he only succeeded in obliterating his arm from his armored form, it had made Barry wary even now that everyone was supposed to get along.
Alchemy wasn't the only way to kill someone, Scar could easily do a lot of damage without.
With a sigh Barry hooked the bottle of syrup off the shelf, and placed it beside his bowl on the side before gathering up the remains of glass.
He'd have to find a cloth of some sort to get that jam off.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 4, 2009 8:22:58 GMT -6
Arden frowned when Dante mentioned her maturing too quickly for her own good. What the hell was that supposed to mean? "Don't say things like that, Dante. I might be insane, I still have feelings, you know".
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"Well, thanks anyway" Martel said, returning to picking up some of the glass shards on the floor. She smirked slightly when she glanced up, seeing JD apparently trying to wipe up some of the ashes on the groud. Poor guy was a pathetic mess.
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