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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 6, 2009 14:57:04 GMT -6
"....And all your lives would have been drained in about 100 years if you had a mouth like mine...so it would seem." he tossed in, uninvited, at Envy's comment.
His scalded face was beginning to blister...
He turned his attention back to the tubby one, "Just think of it this way.." he said as though speaking to a small child with his head canted slightly, "Isn't she awfully pretty? Like Lust? Why, I bet if you followed her around, she'd love you just as much."
He snickered in self satisfaction as he got another cold drink from the fridge, rolling it over his burned forehead.
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Post by amouri on Jul 6, 2009 15:38:40 GMT -6
Barry snorted.
"What makes you think I wouldn't get carried away? Why should I control myself for a piece of filth like you?"
He sighed though, knowing that the confrontation had lessened, he still despised Envy with a passion, but he was only prepared to kill him if he was further provoked.
Or shot at.
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Post by dante on Jul 6, 2009 15:46:23 GMT -6
Dante walked toward the entrance with her husband. She gave a curt nod when he explained the situation of the family to her. It was good to have some understanding of troublesome students, especially if she knew she might end up teaching them one day. While she was somewhat interested in the boy, she had enough on her plate all ready, so she hoped he would not be placed in her class today. Dealing with both him and that socially awkward boy would be too much for her.
She stepped inside and looked around the main hallway. All the lights were on, but strangely, they seemed to be the only ones around. "How strange," she observed, turning to Scar. "Usually there's ---"
The vent grate directly behind them fell off the ceiling, along with a large pile of rubble and a veritable mountain of stale pastries. Accompanying the collapse was deep tribal chanting that seemed positively demonic. The frightening chanting got progressively more disturbing as the debris fell, and soon turned into shrill screams.
Startled, she shrieked and jumped into her husband's arms, staring at the bizarre scene. When the dust cleared, a figure jumped down from the venting system and landed in front of the pile. He was a tall man with dark brown dreadlocks that he wore in a messy ponytail. Numerous black plumes stuck out of his ponytail, giving him a strange appearance. His clothing consisted of a thick forest green coat decorated with black vines with a golden ruffled shirt underneath.
Recognizing the man, she glared at him angrily. "Pancrazio! I thought I told you to stop doing that!" she snapped, obviously flustered.
Pancrazio chuckled and greeted them with a sweeping bow, turning off his iPod with his free hand. "My apologies! I couldn't resist. Once again, I thank both of you for coming in this morning. It's so hard to find teachers that are willing to do this..."
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Eltana chuckled when the woman tossed her scalding hot coffee at the alchemist. Although he liked Kimblee far more than her, he had to admit that he deserved every bit of that.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 6, 2009 15:55:22 GMT -6
"I'm bored" Arden said suddenly, turning off the DVD olayer. "You guys want to play Sonic Heroes?" she suggested, holding up the game.
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Having grown bored of drinking his tea, Mikey decided to return to his and Magrace's room. Deciding it best to be polite, the young man knocked on the door, awaiting an answer.
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Post by dante on Jul 6, 2009 16:10:57 GMT -6
Dahlia nodded and scooted to the edge of the couch, smiling. "Sure!"
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Magrace slowly forced his eyes open when he heard someone knocking on the door. Since the maid never came up here, it had to be Mikey. The nerve of that brat, disturbing his sleep! He knew full well that he needed at least eighteen hours of rest in order to keep his spirit conscious. This boy was far more trouble than he was worth.
"This had better be important! You know better than to awake us from our slumber," he answered him icily, the background of his mirror swirling violently again.
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Post by Scar on Jul 6, 2009 17:05:00 GMT -6
"Actually, you made us do this." Scar pointed out as he set his wife down.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 6, 2009 17:21:22 GMT -6
Arden smiled and put the game into the video-game system. She then threw a controller to both Dahlia and Nikolai.
"Wait....isn't this a one-player game?" Nikolai asked as the game began, "You hacked the game, didn't you?"
His sister simply shrugged.
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"This won't take more than a moment, Magrace." Mikey said, trying to keep his statements as brief as possible. "I just need to know if there's anything I need to retrieve besides the child and the stone".
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Post by dante on Jul 6, 2009 18:29:48 GMT -6
Pancrazio responded with one of his alarmingly disturbing smiles. While it seemed friendly enough, there was something horribly unnatural lurking beneath it. He obviously knew that they were none too pleased about coming in on the weekend, but instead of sympathizing with them, he found their aggravation quite amusing. After all, the only reason he chose them for the job was to get on their nerves.
He chuckled darkly. "Nevertheless, I am still grateful for your assistance. I know getting up early on the weekend to teach is hardly enjoyable, but thanks to a shortage of volunteers, I've been forced to choose teachers at random."
Of course, that was a blatant lie. Not only were his methods for choosing teachers far from random, but many were actually willing to come in and help out, as well. Rather than choosing someone who genuinely wanted to help out, he always gave the job to those who wanted nothing to do with it. He got a sick pleasure out of watching them grumble about how they had to work while their peers got to sleep in. It was extremely sadistic, that much he conceded, but he loved doing it.
"There are quite a few students attending today, so I'm afraid you'll be much busier than usual. A large group of boys were caught smoking outside earlier this week, so they have to come in today as punishment," he explained with mock sympathy, flashing the Ishbalan a smile. "Mr. Wulfhelm, I trust you'll be able to whip them into shape?"
He then glanced at Dante. "As for you, Mrs. Wulfhelm: you will be teaching a group of special students today. Their teacher was absent all week, so they need to catch up on their work. You seem like the nurturing type, so I'm sure you'll treat the little angels with patience and understanding. This is, of course, in addition to your usual class..."
Chuckling to himself, he turned away from them and began walking down the hallway. When he was a few feet away from them, he stopped and glanced back at them over his shoulder. "Oh, before I forget! The board wants these children to form positive relationships with their teachers in order to help improve their behavior. That being said, I'll need you both to come in for the next two months. Once again, I really appreciate your assistance."
With another sadistic laugh, he continued down the hallway, leaving them both to their misery.
Dante stared at him as he left, her right eye twitching. "...I'm.... I'm going to murder him."
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Magrace narrowed his eyes at his request. If he had wanted him to get anything else, he would have told him before. He opened his mouth to berate him, but paused when the angel spoke to him. His eyes shone with interest, and his lips curved into a sinister smirk.
"Actually, there is. We would like for you to abduct the child of the Ishbalan priest, as well. It wouldn't hurt if we had some extra leverage... Mmhmhm.."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jul 6, 2009 18:32:26 GMT -6
"Is she to be used to open the Gate as well?" Mikey asked, keeping his tone calm. In retrospect, he realized it was a stupid question. Of course the second child was to be used to keep the Ishabalan priest from attacking. He then nodded and said, "I am ready to depart as soon as you give the word, Magrace."
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"This is boring" Arden frowned, shutting off the game and walking away, leaving her brother and friend alone. She then headed downstairs, bumping into Martel.
"Hello, Mother" the young girl said, smiling sincerly. She then glanced at the clock on the stove and added, "Or should I say, 'Goodbye', seeing as you should be leaving for work?"
Martel simply patted her daughter's head gently, finishing the piece of toast she'd been holding in the other hand. "Yeah. I'll be back later. Be good for...whoever ends up watching you until your father gets back. And if you kill anything bigger than a raccoon, you'll be grounded for a year" she instructed before heading out the back door.
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 6, 2009 20:26:46 GMT -6
Envy chuckled slightly. "I don't doubt it, Kimblee. I trash talk left and right, but I do know when to keep my big yap shut.". He turned back to Barry. "Eh, if I were you I probably would've just lied and killed me when you had the chance, but whatever floats your boat. I apologize for giving you your little. . .Condition all that time ago, but if I didn't do it, you wouldn't be with us right now, now would you? It all worked out in the end, right? Eheh. . ."
Gluttony stroked his chin in thought some more, then chuckled mischeviously. "Well. . .She is pretty. And Envy didn't replace Lust too good. . .Yes. I like it, I like it! Thanks!". Gluttony chuckled some more, and made no effort to lower his voice to hide his intentions from the scantily clad woman -- the thought never crossed his mind. Not particularly knowing how to approach her, he simply followed her from a distance for a moment. . .He was far too shy to actually say anything, let alone smart enough.
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Post by Scar on Jul 6, 2009 20:55:33 GMT -6
Scar put an arm around his wifes waist and shook his head. "No. It wouldn't be worth it." he replied. "...Besides, if you do, we won't have anything to give Barry as a Christmas present this year. We wouldn't want to do that, now would we?" he asked. He was just as evil as she was. "Well, this is where we part. I have a band of smokers to deal with, and you get to teach...Ruppel...I'll see you in two hours." He then walked away, and had to force himself not to smile. For the first time ever, Scar got the easy job.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 6, 2009 23:58:38 GMT -6
Kimblee laughed as he watched the roly poly homunculus trail into the living room after the catty little minx. He walked back over to Barry and Envy and pointed. "Check it out guys.." he said with a stupidly teen-boy grin, "I think I just made the Ishballan Harpy a lifelong fan!"
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Sarai looked up to see the morbidly obese approach her with a silly, mischievous laugh, and finger up to his mouth. She stood up to greet him. "Hello, my name is Sarai, what's your name?" She looked into his blank button-ish doll eyes, and was moved with pity almost. He had a lost look, like he was looking for something that he couldn't quite recall.
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 7, 2009 0:09:10 GMT -6
Envy chuckled as he saw Gluttony heading after the woman, whom he thought to be a stripper based off her clothing. It wouldn’t surprise him, considering all the other lovely people in the household.
Gluttony smiled as Sarai acted relatively nice to him. ”I’m Gluttony. Good to meet you, Sarai!” he happily chuckled again. He was already falling into a trance for her as he stared up at her, trying to see if he could find what he’d lost in Lust within this woman with his unnaturally small beady eyes.
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Post by amouri on Jul 7, 2009 1:14:52 GMT -6
Barry sighed, shrugging slightly.
"Kay, whatever." He was sure he and Envy would never be bosom friends, but maybe not sworn enemies either.
This world just wouldn't allow it.
He wasn't expecting an apology, but laughed at it all the less.
"Look, I can assure you that I'm not in the mood for dealing with any of Scar's window-flinging sprees, so I'm not gonna be sticking a knife in you today."
He turned his attention to Kimblee's remark, and couldn't help chuckling in a slightly nervous manner.
"Thats great and all Kimblee...but I doubt she'll appreciate it." Knowing the fat humunculus by description, seeing as he basically hadn't seen him fro three years, Barry knew that he could be enough to drive anyone up the wall.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Jul 7, 2009 9:11:21 GMT -6
Jean scratched his chin at Martel's question "Probably causing mayhem in the rec room." He answered rather absent-mindedly, watching with mild interest as Sarai taught Kimblee a lesson he was surely to forget by the end of the week. Still, provided him with some entertainment.
As Arden entered the kitchen, her comment got him looking at the clock.
That time already? Giving Riza a chaste kiss, he ruffled Markus' hair before heading out after Martel "Why the back door?"
Markus waved his father out, before turning to Arden "Wanna help me with the tunnel?" For the past week, he'd been digging a hole in the backyard, with plans of making a tunnel that went through the entire neighbourhood. Sadly, with a plastic shovel, things didn't go so smoothly, what with the dogs using his hole to bury things in.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 7, 2009 10:15:34 GMT -6
She smiled wide at his charming and childish chuckle. Well, it was more of the naughty giggle, but cute none-the-less. He didn't seem to be going anywhere, staring up at her with a searching look, so her smile faded a bit. In her mind she was saying, "Uh...what?"
Her eyes brightened a bit and she asked him, "Are you hungry, young man? I could make you...." considers for a moment, "a nice stack of pancakes! Or waffles, with lots of butter and syrup! And bacon and eggs, too."
She was at a loss, really. Unless he had some glandular problem, he likely ate quite a bit to have that girth. There was nothing she could do, she was afraid, to fill the searching questions in his doll-eyes.
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Zolf grabbed a pen and pad for jotting notes off the counter top. "Okay then folks...help me out here. We need steak...steak...and more steak." he mumbled, jotting down 'steak' on the pad. "What you like to drink these days, Envy? Barry?" he asked, looking from one to the other. "I'll be buying and mixing the drinks...and none of that watered down shit, neither."
He noticed that the only people in the room who hadn't laughed at the coffee incident were the odd dressed fellow, Martel and Havoc. Well, Havoc was too polite to laugh in his face. He might snicker in private, but most likely he'd already forgotten in his morning rush. But Martel? A chance to take a pot shot at him was almost a given! Well, she did hate him an awful damn lot for betraying the father of her demon spawn...so he guessed any recognition of the event to be beneath her notice. The fruity fellow seemed to notice, and more than once he'd seen him glance at him a bit curiously. Say...was this guy 'that way?'
He shrugged nonchalantly, waiting for the food and drink requests.
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Post by masterwarlord on Jul 7, 2009 10:57:41 GMT -6
The woman had all this beauty AND the ability to cook delicious food? She was too perfect! Gluttony licked his lips eagerly. ”Oh yes! I’d love that! Waffles! Waffles!”. Despite being so insanely old, he didn’t think twice about the “young man” comment. He was used to being treated like a child and thought little of it.
Envy got a puzzled expression as Barry seemed to let go of his hate, if only slightly, but then smiled slightly. ”Good to hear. Though the offer still stands if you wanna take me up on it later.” Envy said half jokingly, half not, before quickly turning to Kimblee again. ”Didn’t think you actually wanted to go through with it, much less pay for it. . .But I’d be more then happy to come along for the ride if you are.”. Envy shrugged slightly as he asked them what sort of drinks they wanted. ”Beer, ‘course. I’ll take the toughest stuff you know of, but then again I doubt everybody here shares my fine tastes in alcohol. . .”
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Post by amouri on Jul 7, 2009 15:51:35 GMT -6
Barry was slightly distracted from the conversation as craned his neck to see what was going on with the Ishbalan girl.
He furrowed his brow in annoyance and concern at the trouble Kimblee had set loose on her, by encouraging that big ball of lard to approach her in such a manner.
He snapped his head back as he heard Kimblee's question, and frowned.
"NO thanks...no alcohol for me. I have my reasons for avoiding it." He mumbled, his voice trailing off as he glanced out of the kitchen again.
He listened more or less to the rest of the conversation, taking absentminded mouthfuls of his yogurt, before swiftly straightening up and walking out of the kitchen.
"back in a minute." He called back to the other men.
He approached the girl and Gluttony with some apprehension, glancing nervously at the humunculus and the girl.
"You bothered?" He asked, jerking his head towards Gluttony.
"Don't mind what he says, he hasn't got that much info up there." He said quietly, subtly hinting Gluttony's intelligence, or lack thereof.
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Post by dante on Jul 7, 2009 16:42:46 GMT -6
Dante grumbled something under her breath and made her way down the hallway. While she was glad that her husband had an easy job, she was still furious over Pancrazio assigning her to a bunch of special needs children, in addition to the delinquents she usually taught. She had no problems with special children, but she lacked the patience to assist them, and Pancrazio obviously knew that. Why that monster of a man went out of his way to make her life miserable was beyond her.
Stopping at the door to her classroom, she took a deep breath and opened it. She walked inside and took a seat at her desk, resting her violet eyes on the children before her. As she had suspected, the room was full to the brim. That Ruppel child was sitting near the back, and she noticed the troublesome Kevin near the side windows. What a lovely experience this was going to be.
She opened her mouth to address them, but stopped and narrowed her eyes when she noticed Maxwell sitting near the front. Ah, the bane of her existence was in her class, as well. Pancrazio was really trying to get to her today, wasn't he? Fortunately, she only had to deal with the awkward little runt for two hours.
"Good morning, class. I trust that you've all done your homework?"
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Eltana took another sip of his coffee, crossing his legs beneath the table. He noticed that the Ishbalan woman was getting a little friendly with the obese homunculus. That girl was far too polite for his tastes. Ever since she arrived she had gone out of her way to help whoever she could. While most would find such behavior commendable, he just found it annoying. Her new house mates would eat her alive if she continued acting like a helpless doormat.
"I would leave him be if I were you, miss," he chuckled sultrily, sipping his drink again. "Gluttony may seem like a harmless goofball, but there's more to him than meets the eye."
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Jul 7, 2009 17:37:00 GMT -6
"And I do not go looking for trouble unless it looks for me." she replied evenly to the man sitting at the table. "And if it finds me, I can hold my own well enough." Meaning, of course, things which she cared to not disclose to those she didn't know well.
She smiled at Barry as he approached her with his concerns. "No, he's not bothering me." she faced away from Gluttony, toward Barry for the moment, but cast a sidewise glance at the chubby bear. "Are there any particular things I should know about certain residents here? Considering I'm new and unfamiliar with everyone, any information would help." She hoped he'd get it from her sidewise glance at Gluttony that she was asking mostly about him, and hoping for a subtle reply the empty eyed creature wouldn't pick up on.
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Kimblee gave an absent wave to all in the room and went to the back porch to grab his keys and smokes. He parked his car in the back alley, which was registered in his boss' name. He had no license, no ID, no way to prove he came from anywhere in this particular world. He knew no one who could provide him a fake ID, nor anyone here who'd be willing to help him secure one. He didn't even bother asking considering his despised status. He only drove because the buses didn't run as early in the morning as he needed to be at work sometimes.
The drivers' side door was broken and the power windows didn't work, so he had to push it down with his hand to hop through it. Then he'd have to pull it back up by hand. Sure as shit, if he looked at the sky and it was clear blue, he'd leave it down. Then it would rain all night and it would be wet and stale smelling. He turned the key into the ignition and it hitched several times before he finally got it in gear. "Damn stick shift!" he grumbled. He knew women who drove a stick better than him!
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