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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 5, 2009 17:54:51 GMT -6
"Does your mother live with you, or what?" Martel asked, picking up the phone. She glanced at the front door for a second.
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Mikey took a sip of tea as she waited to see when Magrace would call him back to their room. The young man needed to know exactly what he was meant to do to right all the wrongs in his life.
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Post by Scar on Jul 5, 2009 18:05:44 GMT -6
"Kyle too? Well, isn't that just absolutely wonderful." He remarked. "But still, he's not as a bad as that Ruppel boy. Cowardly, dishonest, lazy, disobedient, disrespectful, and utterly stupid. He's a future criminal if there ever was one." he remarked bitterly.
(Super short time skip, activate!)
After parking the car, Scar, or Mr. Wulfhelm as he would be known as for the next two hours, opened the door for his wife. "And so it begins." he said with a heavy sigh as he closed the door behind her. "In fact, here it comes now..."
Indeed, a white nissan flatbed truck was coming down the road to park a few spots away from their car. In the passengers seat was a somewhat pale white boy with short blonde hair. In the drivers seat was a rather tall but rather lanky young man with a mess of light brown hair that likely had never met a comb in its life.
"Hello, Mr. Buchan(Buckin)." Scar greeted formally. to the driver. He then looked over to the boy in the passengers seat. "Mr. Ruppel." he greeted in nothing more than a growl.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever.." The blonde replied, only to get a sound wack on the head by the driver. "Hey! What did you do that for!?" he demanded.
"Partially because you needed it, partially because I wanted too. And don't talk to your teachers like that." The driver replied in a tone of voice that might as well have said I don't give a flying shit. He then looked out the window. "Hey, Mr.'N'Mrs. Wulfhelm. Haven't seen you since the last time Dannyboy here got saturday school." he greeted, a wide grin on his face.
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 5, 2009 18:44:54 GMT -6
Envy sighed and nodded to the teenager. "Yeah yeah, this is the last place I'd come, but desperate times call for desperate measures.". He entered the house, Gluttony following him in like a lost puppy. . .So who was he going to ask about whether he could stay or not? Perhaps if he got the okay from somebody who didn't know about him, he could use it as an excuse to stay at the place. . .But who lived in the house that hadn't seen the event? Envy went about the house rather steathily to try to find somebody who hadn't seen him that day three years ago, but Gluttony made stealth impossible as he followed behind him clumsily. He turned around to try to tell the obese homunculus to keep quiet, but Gluttony kept following and bumped him over, right into the room where Barry happened to be. What luck! Envy twitched slightly as he laid eyes on his mother. He wouldn't be surprised if she just whipped out a gun right now and returned fire on him that was long overdue. ". . .Fancy meeting you here! Long time no see. . .?" he barely weaseled out as he smiled nervously, eye twitching violenetely.
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Post by Scar on Jul 5, 2009 19:02:18 GMT -6
(Envy, Dante is at a school))
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 5, 2009 19:43:40 GMT -6
((That's what I get for not feeling like reading 6 pages. Edited to somebody who I do know is at the house. Besides, Barry could use some actual activity.
Edit at Scar's new post: Yeah. . .I'll do some more actual reading of the thread. It's just it sorta took off before I got in due to me not wanting to write those twin towers of text that were my first two posts. I'll get to reading it, I can't be a hypocrite and accuse people of not reading stuff in other threads then not read this one and pretend to know what's going on.))
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Post by Scar on Jul 5, 2009 20:56:13 GMT -6
((Dude...My post shoulda...nvm...))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 6, 2009 3:00:52 GMT -6
Sarai shook hands with Havoc and smiled. Such a nice man, she thought. "Thank you for being hospitable...it's rather...overwhelming at the least."
Her tension was beginning to wind down a bit and she felt exhausted. She excused herself and walked through parts of the house. She didn't want to intrude on anyone's space, although it already felt like she was. She was pridefully stubborn about charity, but she was in no position to refuse help anymore. She found a bathroom and freshened her face and passed a room with children laughing at a cartoon. "How nice," she thought, "children being children." She located a small library which was vacant at the moment. There was a couch and quiet, both of which she needed. She lay down and fell asleep instantly.
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Kimblee walked into the kitchen where Barry was standing and talking to a stranger. "Another gate walk-in?" he chuckled. He got a soda from the fridge, gave a lazy wave to Barry and a glance at the newcomer...then a double take. He leaned closer furrowing his brow and his eyes widened. "Envy?" he asked incredulously, " He looked him up and down. Pants...a shirt...normal clothes. Un-fucking-believable! "Now I have seen everything!" he said with a smirk. "I go on a gambling run in Vegas and come back to a house full of Mormons!..or something." he laughed. "So...how you been, you...gender confused palm tree?" he tipped him a playful wink.
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Post by dante on Jul 6, 2009 5:48:33 GMT -6
((OOC: Soon I'll have a plot summary thread up that you can refer to instead of reading through posts, Envy. This has been a problem for a while because of how quickly the Real World moves at times, so hopefully this will help.))
Dante sighed when the car came to a stop. As her husband said, the time had finally come for them to enter the nightmarish world of the educational system. Fortunately for them, things would be going much more smoothly compared to a normal day since most of the children were tucked away in their beds. Then again, they would primarily be dealing with problem children, so perhaps she spoke too soon.
She stepped out of the car and smoothed out her dress as she usually did. Even if they were spending the morning with a bunch of brats, she still had to look her best. "Mornings like this make me appreciate how easy my life was back in our world..."
This was her second time teaching on the weekend, and her first experience was hardly a positive one. It had only lasted for two hours, but it seemed more like two centuries to her. Most of her class was fairly behaved, which she had been grateful for. One boy, however, seemed to go out of his way to get on her nerves as much as possible. Maxwell, the awkward boy she told her husband about earlier, was far more difficult to control than most of her homunculi. He reminded her of Gluttony, but managed to go beyond the impossible by being even more annoying.
Noticing the truck driving toward them, she frowned profusely. She had never had Ruppel in her class before, and if the stories her husband told her were to be believed, she was quite a lucky because of that. Still, she had substituted for one of his teachers a few months ago, and she remembered him being quite a pest. Still, he hardly seemed as bad as Scar made him out to be. He had a penchant for telling tall tales, but something told her there was more to Ruppel than there seemed.
When the driver greeted them, she answered with one of her charming, but purely artificial smiles. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Buchan."
She had met the young man briefly during her last visit, but only talked to him for a moment. Still, she saw him as nothing more than a worthless insect.
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"Martel, I've lived next door to you for several years now, and in all that time you've only seen my mother once. What do you think?" Eltana rolled his eyes.
He rose from his seat and made his way over to the counter. Fetching a mug from a nearby cupboard, he began pouring himself some coffee. As he poured his drink, he looked over the inhabitants of the room. The only unfamiliar face belonged to a tan young woman who looked like some sort of whore. Judging from her features, he deduced that she was from Ishbal, just like the warrior priest that loved to aggravate him.
Turning, he saw more newcomers standing in the kitchen. He recognized two of them as former servants of Dante. It surprised him that they actually allowed the one with the green hair into the house after what he pulled during his last visit. He did not know the other that well, but from what he heard he was called the Crimson Alchemist. While he was a bit uncouth, he was fairly attractive in his own strange way.
Sipping his coffee, he walked back to the table and sat down again. "Apparently she's trying to take over that new theme restaurant they build down the street from Styx," he told Martel.
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Post by AG on Jul 6, 2009 8:10:45 GMT -6
Ed walked into the house after a walk with Haley, they had become friends over the short time they had spent in the house. He surpassed everyone and took a seat on the couch.
Haley walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. She reached into the freezer and pulled out some ice cream.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Jul 6, 2009 9:20:50 GMT -6
Jean nodded watching Sarai leave the room, wondering why Ishballan women were always so polite.
He grimanced slightly, listening to Eltana and MArtel's conversation " Why haven't they arrested your mother yet?"
Not wanting to get too caught up in mother Remarque's latest escapade, he turned to Riza, taking her hand in his "Want breakfast?"
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The car door slammed shut, loose change flying through the passenger window as the customer took off. With a bit of grumbling, Denny scooped up the coins, counting it throughly, a low grunt as it coincided with the fare.
Sometimes, he really got lousy customers, either grumpy, asocial or just plain rude. That last guy had been all three.
"Maybe a job change would do me good..Or a holiday.." He mused, leaning back in his chair as he waited for another customer.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 6, 2009 9:24:42 GMT -6
"Good point" Martel said, going back into the kitchen herself. She hadn't had time to eat earler this morning, so now she was fairly hungry. Putting a piece of bread into the toaster, she turned to Jean. "So," she began glancing at Markus for a second, "Where are the rest of them?" She was referring to the kids, of course.
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Post by amouri on Jul 6, 2009 9:36:14 GMT -6
Barry hesitated as the happy Havoc couple entered, immediately engaging in conversation with the newcomer.
She was obviously distracted by Havoc's greeting, apparently too much to answer his question.
"Er-well-nice to meet ya anyway..." He mumbled turning away and exiting the pantry.
He sighed with a small smile twitching at his lips, a very low grumble from his stomach reminding him of the breakfast he had yet to eat.
He was used to being-well, not exactly shunned-but mildly pushed out of most people's attention.
He was partly grateful of that, him not being the social type, but it was still mildly disappointing none-theless.
He located his bowl of plain yogurt again, and found the syrup and poured way too much on it, the golden brown glob sinking beneath the surface and seeming to disappear as the heavier dairy product covered it.
A sudden voice attracted his attention, and he turned to see to his utter astonishment that weasly stinking sack of filth Envy, along with his 'sibling' Gluttony.
He narrowed his eyes, though a taunting smile was playing at his lips.
"My my my, it seems the great Envy has finally returned! It's been positively AGES my dear fellow! Why, I might even have forgotten you had it not been for that little...reminder so to say, that prides my leg now." He sneered, his tone unnaturally jolly.
"Pray, what kind of a welcoming committee were you expecting coming home all of a sudden? Seems its all up to me to bid you welcome here again! Just like YOU yourself welcomed me to this happy home, I daresay you remember?"
He leaned back casually, taking a mouthful of the sour-sweet yogurt with his spoon, though his body was as tense as a spring with anger.
He kept his gaze on Envy, though he was unconsciously directing his thoughts to the nearby draw of cutlery, for obvious reasons.
As Kimblee walked in the room, Barry smirked at his comment, and remained silent instead of directing the alchemist's attention to who the 'newcomer' really was.
sure enough, a second later Crimson had recognized Envy, and the following comment made Barry chuckle.
"Yes, how've you been? Knowing that everyone here at home was wondering where you went...I'm positive someone must have missed you." He flashed his teeth in a dangerous grin.
"...Or not."
He vaguely registered the girl who normally accompanied the fullmetal runt also joining them, but unlike Kimblee she payed no heed to them and steered towards the fridge.
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 6, 2009 10:03:33 GMT -6
Envy twitched slightly as Kimblee took a hit at his gender. . .Seems times haven’t changed, though he was glad to see somebody he might be able to actually relate to somewhat. Still. . .Was anybody ever gonna let that go? He wondered if he would’ve gotten less comments about it if he just stuck to his old attire. . .”Heh. I’ve been alive 400 goddamn long years, but I’ve just now started living, it seems. Can’t say I regret being brought here. . .Although I wish there were some certain stupid hasty actions that I hadn’t done. . .Eheh. . .”
Envy turned his gaze to Barry as he took his turn to talk. . .He was still quite intimidated by him due to being so powerless, seeing his power had been stripped from him in this world while Barry was still as big a psycho as ever. Still, it’d probably be better to get this out of the way sooner then later, and if things took a turn for the worse, he had Gluttony, who was still relatively strong. ”I wasn’t expecting much of anything, if you haven’t figured that out yet. Do you think I WANTED to come back here? I didn’t have a goddamn choice. I got stabbed in the back. So anyway. . .If I recall, you put several bullets back into me, so we’re even, right?” Envy twitched slightly. He severely doubted that would be enough to satisfy the butcher. ”You can take another shot if it’ll make ya feel better. Nothing I haven’t taken before. Just try to avoid the vitals. . .?”. After saying that, Envy partly wanted to shoot himself for offering him such an open invitation, but it’d be better he was shot in the leg now then shot in the head in his sleep.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 6, 2009 10:50:34 GMT -6
[Sorry Barry, there's about 10,000 new people to get her and Kimblee used to, so I just forgot he asked. I leave for half a day and come back to about a dozen new events and people. xD] Kimblee listened with folded arms and a raised brow at the tennis volley of nasty comments between Barry and Envy. He was grinning all the while. Other peoples' conflict were always so entertaining, whereas his own conflicts didn't amuse him at all. He sometimes took sides in his own mind, although not this time. Apparently most of the good stuff happened while he was on his last gambling junket. The kitchen was Grand Central Station. People filed in and out. 'Maybe to catch an earful of drama,' he thought wryly. The kitchen seemed to be front and center for all the nasty volley of words. Made you wonder how people could eat! Maybe it was deliberate. Maybe Scar had hid some secret Ishballan charm to attract discord right into this room! It would certainly save on the food budget! He noticed the odd-looking fellow who was dressed sort of funny. Kinda fruit-cakey. He made Frank look downright...'muscle-bound-hero-on-the-front-of-a-romance-paperback' masculine. He was quiet, and sipping coffee as the masses filed in and out. Burn the place to the ground? Fine, fine idea. There were more people in this house than roaches in a government subsidized housing project. Speaking of fire... "Hey," he interrupted, "What say we have a good old-fashioned welcome BBQ? Everyone can lay old wounds to rest and bury the hatchet." he cast a quick and meaningful grin to Barry at the last comment. At least there'd be plenty of steaks to carve. "And I'll even buy the steak. My job pays pretty well...when I'm not gambling." ------------------------------------- Sarai woke with a start after being asleep for ten minutes. It was no good. Strange house, strange world, and a really unpleasant karma going on. She made her way quietly back into the kitchen, and almost did a 180 when she saw the Crimson there. 'Well,' she thought with resignation, 'I better get used to it sooner or later.' She gave a rather shy smile to Barry and lowered her lashes demurely as she passed him to get a cup of coffee. -------------------------------------- Zolf stared, wide-eyed and gaped as the costumed Ishballan woman passed them. Whoah...but being an ass.... "Hey," Kimblee leered at the Ishballan who'd just walked in, "who ordered private room service?" his eyes raked shamelessly over her costume, what little there was. Her reply was a sharp and stinging slap across the cheek and a face full of hot coffee...but not for the reasons he thought. [Sorry..again..for the long postie. I get carried away. Okay, I'm not really that sorry. xD  ~~~ ] |
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Post by amouri on Jul 6, 2009 12:06:21 GMT -6
Barry smirked, his eyes still flashing coldly.
"Stabbed in the back eh? Now that puts everything in perspective, seeing as being stabbed in the back literally and PHYSICALLY are two very different things...I could show the difference if you like?"
He hated Envy.
Hated him for being the one behind Barry's previous binding, being the one thing that had stopped Barry from dying in that one moment in Barry's entire life when he had actually longed for a quick and hopefully painless death.
Instead he was gotten into a condition that was the closest to death without being dead, an animate shell.
Barry was not too prone to forgiving.
He laughed out loud at the humunculus' obvious fluster.
"Nah, I'm not currently possessing a gun." He drawled, stirring his spoon around. "Not that I would use it, I prefer a more...fancy way of weapon. With a gun its just KAPLOOT and there he lies dead or writhing with a bullet in his gut on the ground. Thats nothing compared to real pain."
Like the agony of having your own essence of life being torn savagely from your earthly flesh and yanked back from the void to be sealed in an empty corpse of an armour. he thought savagely.
He looked up as somebody entered the kitchen again, knowing that Scar probably wouldn't be home so soon but anyway not taking risks.
It was the Ishballan girl again, the one that had just arrived.
He noticed that she seemed quite startled by the fact that Kimblee was there, but that didn't really surprise him.
After all, he WAS the one who had supposedly murdered all those Ishbalans in his time.
He was slightly taken aback by her smile, having not expected it at all.
His cheeks flushed involuntarily, whilst he quickly averted his gaze from her.
He was confused.
He closed his eyes with an exasperated sigh as he heard Kimblee's remark.
He understood that the woman was indeed beautiful, and that a ratling like Kimblee probably wouldn't be able to restrain himself from such snide comments.
"Hey Zolf, chill will y-"
He was interrupted by the slapping sound, and the splash of coffee.
He ducked, avoiding being sprayed by the murky liquid, but surfaced roaring with laughter.
"Served you right! Bravo lass, you show him." He chuckled, wiping the small droplets off his forehead that had managed to reach him.
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Post by Scar on Jul 6, 2009 12:55:12 GMT -6
The driver with the dishevveled hair grinned, nodded, then looked over to Daniel. "Okay, Dannyboy, off you go." he said with a wave of his hand. "I'll be back to pick you up in two hours."
"Yeah, I know the drill." Daniel shot back.
The driver(Who is me, if you didn't figure it out) merely flashed him an obnoxiously toothy smile before throwing the truck in reverse and removing himself from the premises.
"Thats young Mr. Ruppels Step-Brother." Scar whispered. "He's been in private school all his life. His mother lost custody of him when he was a year old, so his grandmother raised him. His brother and himself have never been really close." Then, in a normal voice, "Allright, let's get this over with." Pulling the keys from his pocket, Scar approached the main entrance.
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 6, 2009 13:06:29 GMT -6
Gluttony moved on from the conversation, being completely unaware of the tension between Envy and Barry, not being aware of the incident 3 years ago. Seeing he was in the kitchen, there was more then enough food to distract him as he opened up the fridge and started helping himself.
Envy was rather relieved when Kimblee interrupted his conversation with Barry. "May as well try. Though I doubt that'll help my situation. . .". He turned back to Barry. "Should've known, eh? I used to be in the business myself. You're right. Guns are no fun, but I'm sure we can work something out. What say I let you slice into me once or twice? I know how much you enjoy that. How'd that be?" he smiled nervously again. He wasn't in a position to throw out his usual insults left and right.
Envy thought little of the scantily clad Ishballan woman as she passed. He felt no sexual desire either way. Besides, alchohol was far better then any mere temptations of the flesh. . .Though she grabbed his attention when she slapped Kimblee and poured some coffee in his face. Gluttony also turned from the fridge, taking notice of this, laughing at Kimblee.
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Post by amouri on Jul 6, 2009 14:17:02 GMT -6
Barry was taken slightly by surprise at Envy's generous offer.
"You know Envy, you've got a lot to learn. If I ever got to slice a bit of you, I would be doing it of onw free will and you'd be on your knees begging for mercy. Or on the floor screaming in pain. Your choice."
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 6, 2009 14:21:49 GMT -6
Sarai made a slight and humorous 'curtsey' with her skirt and nodded to Barry, "Why thank you kindly, sir." and a glare at Kimblee. "Just deserts at the very least." She then went and refilled her coffee cup and strolled to the living room. She would definitely have to get new clothes. Remarks like the one from the Crimson....thing were only to be expected when you waltzed about in such dress. 'But it's a tasteful costume!' she protested silently to herself, 'not some gaudy and cheap....red laced thing with black trim!'
She wondered if the woman in the kitchen with the exotic facial tattoo would kindly loan her clothes. They were about the same size.
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"Word of advice, men:" Kimblee said, shaking hot coffee off his fingertips, "Only make crude comments to pretty ladies holding a cold drink."
He walked to the kitchen sink splashing cold water on his face (and getting not a small amount on the floor). He glared at the fatso at the fridge and grinned again. "Go ahead Spanky....you try her, see how well you fare."
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 6, 2009 14:37:36 GMT -6
Envy rolled his eyes at Barry. While he wasn't in a position to dish out the verbal abuse, he wasn't gonna take it, especially considering how far he was already reducing himself. "You underestimate me. I've gone through pain that would've killed me if I were human countless times. I've long last track. With a mouth like mine, you tend to get killed a lot over 400 years. I can take it, so long as you can control yourself and don't get carried away."
Gluttony stopped his laughing as Kimblee came over to him and suggested he try it. . .The thought had never occurred to him to try something like that. He scratched his head, considering the idea. . ."Uhhh. . .Why would I do that?" he asked stupidly. Gluttony made Envy look like he fell head over heels for girls, as far as sex drive went.
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