[FIN]Kimblee & Co. play Secret Squirrel

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[Hokay, this is where we start the Lior shenanigans]
[Who we need here: Kimblee, Barry, Havoc, Hawkeye and Sheska, Archer and Envy...and anyone else I may have inadvertantly left out.]

[rizahawkeye]

((Hooray for relocation!! ))

Hawkeye nodded hearing Barry's words. They could finally get off the train and once she left, she gave a sigh of relief.
"This entire mission is going to be very interesting..." THe First Lieutenant throught to herself as she brushed back a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
It was usually a pain when she wore her hair down, and combined with the flattering outfit she wore, she remembered her self-consciousness and took a deep breath.
The Colonel had better be doing his paperwork... because if she returned to find paper airplanes scattered all over the floor... her pistols would have to do the talking for her.

Sheska nodded,
"O-of course, sir..." she responded meekly, not knowing how else to answer, "I'll take in every word of it, sir..."
She didn't know why her balance was so important... but perhaps it was some kind of training... she'd never know.

[amouri]

Barry stepped of the train, still awkwardly clutching the roll of silk.
Of course, it didn't bother him to play the part of the pack animal, but it was slightly strange for him.

He glanced at the lieutenant, noticing her slight discomfort.
"Don't worry Missy, you look fine. There's no need to feel selfconcious when you look so pretty, just remember that you are beautiful and relax." He chuckled, wishing he could smile at her.
Of course, his eyes could still curve slightly upwards whenever he displayed joy, though he did it rarely.
Joy just didn't come easily to him anymore.

"Soo, where to now Kimblee?" He asked, casting the alchemist a gaze.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Zolf pulled out the envelope with Archer's curt words scribbled on it. He read the instructions below the horrible ones' demanding the whole drag queen bit.

"We check into the Foundry Inn," he replied, "he drew a rough map. Here...it's just around the corner. We walk left once we exit the station, make a right at the first intersection, go half a block and we're there. The rooms have been reserved. We just go pick up the keys."

He furrowed his brow. "Hmmm...he doesn't say what names he put us under. I hope we don't have problems."

He led the strange group out of the station and he glanced to the left. People of various races and tribes busied themselves about their marketing and trading. He almost lit a cigarette, but thought better of it and shoved the pack into the bra he was wearing, where it bulged quite strangely. "Jeez, Hawkeye!" he complained, "how do you women stand this day in and day out? It's like wearing a mini-straightjacket!" He adjusted the straps cloddishly, drawing a few curious glances from passers by.

They all crossed the street, weaving around pedestrians and a few people on dessert animals and horses. Soldiers were posted on every corner. At the center of the city, a huge spire rose. Apparently the temple of Leto, these peoples' sun god. A voice came from speakers placed strategically on the corners with a sermon about having faith and blah, blah, blah...

"What a crock!" he said, glancing back at the others, "it's a good thing the military stepped in. Nothing more dangerous than people with a cause...and a hope of life everlasting in some non-existent paradise."

The all turned right at the intersection and walked the half block. He stopped in front of the Inn. "What a dump." he said, "Well, this should be interesting. Let's see if this is part of Archer's twisted sense of humor."

They walked inside. There were wooden benches and a few tired houseplants carelessly placed. No one stood at the counter. Three ceiling fans turned and screeched, circulating the dry, hot air. He pounded his palm on a bell, dinging it mercilessly. "Hawkeye...I think your voice might be more feminine and convincing...if you please." He stepped back, standing next to Havoc so he wouldn't have to feel ridiculous alone.

[masterwarlord]

((FYI, you have a good day or two of in-game time before Envy shows up again. I’d be happy to start RPing again, but wouldn’t it be just a tad bit awkward if Envy left and then came back in an instant? Just saying why I’m not gonna be posting here for a bit since the original post was calling for me.))

[aspiredeathe]

Jean had gladly given teh silk to Barry, hiking his dress up a bit and straigthening his wig out.
He felt ridiculous and was in a right mind to socker punch anyone who looked at him longer than 2 seconds.
He clambered off the train, glad they had slippers on and not high heels as most women wore, his baggage weighing in his hands.

He'd only just caught a glimpse of the so-called map, frowning as he couldn't make heads or tails out of it. Hell, he couldn't do so out of the whole mission, yet here he was.
"Let's jsut get there and get this over with."His mood had darkened slightly, what with being out in public in a dress.

He noticed poeple were looking at them oddly, though he was quick to derive it all ebing directed at Barry and a rather tacky looking woman, or Kimblee for a better choice of words.
"Don't do that."He hissed through clenched teeth, not wanting his voice to blow their cover "Do you ever see women doing that in the middle of the street?" He had to add that last bit, not really knowing what kind of places the Alchemist went to.

He did share the man's opininon of their hotel, wondering why they didn't get a tetanus shot before they left. Well, okay, it wasn't that bad, but it could have been a lot better.
The door had paint peeling and the floors squeaked with every breathe he took, even when standing still.
The place was empty, but he considered that a given, nodding as Kimblee voulenteered Haweye to deal with their reservation.
"Better be seperate rooms. With air conditioning."He muttered to the drag queen to his side.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[It probably wont be separate rooms. After all, only Kimblee and Havoc were originally sent out on the mission ^__^ We'll probably have to cram Kimblee, Barry and Havoc in one room, and let Hawkeye have the other room to herself...since she's the girl. xD]

[rizahawkeye]

((I'd hope Hawkeye'd get a seperate room... could you imagine the chaos if Hawkeye and Barry had to share a room? ))

She could only force a smile as she heard Barry's words.
If only I truly was... but that's not the point... Hawkeye scolded herself.
There was a mission to attend to, and she wasn't being the least bit professional about it... She was being an idiot.
She walked up to the desk to make their hotel reservations.
"We'd like to have two rooms, please." She requested, knowing that the military usually spent the least amount of money as possible on missions like these... frugal spending was usually a good way to get noticed by anyone.
She retrieved the keys and handed one to the 'boys' and kept the other herself.

[aspiredeathe]

((I figured as much xD I'm guessing Kimblee will claim the bed? x3))

[amouri]

(OH GAWD XD I can imagine. Barry would prolly be kicked out by Hawkeye in less than ten seconds though xD))

As Barry followed the others, he was painfully obvious to the fact how people were looking at him.
He twitched slightly, glaring angrily at whoever stared at him.
He knew they looked like a strange group, though they would probably not have attracted any attention at all, if not he'd been with them.
Or not, seeing as Kimblee's dress problem seemed to be attracting quite a bit of attention on its own.

As they entered the small building, he couldn't help but wonder anxiously if the floor wouldn't cave in under his weight.
After all, he was composed mainly of heavy iron, and the floor was clearly showing signs of strain.

As they neared the counter, he heard Kimblee say something to Hawkeye, and shortly after she got their keys.
He sighed, tilting his head at a better angle.
She was just so beautiful...In a way that made him feel positively lightheaded with joy, nearly like the same feeling of feeling warm blood between ones fingers.
He shivered slightly, lifting up the roll slightly.
He shouldn't be fantasizing, no good would come of it anyway.

[rizahawkeye]

"So, I suggest we get ourselves settled." Hawkeye said, "And then continue on with our mission..."
She glanced at Kimblee,
"Do you have any disagreements with that, sir?" she asked.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

"Sure thing," he replied to Hawkeye, "I say we go to our rooms, rest up a bit and then map out a rough plan for how we're gonna handle this mess." They walked up the rickety stairs and to the rooms, which were side by side. He pushed the key in the lock and opened the door. "I suggest we meet at the guys room in an hour. That should be plenty of time to wash and rest up."

He noticed Barry making his way carefully up the stairs for fear he'd crash through them. In the room he noticed, to his relief, that there were two full sized beds. At least there was that much. He would have hated to pull rank on Havoc and claim the bed if there'd been only one. And he would have, of course. Rank came with it's privileges. A celing fan with a layer of dust hung between them and a box fan sat in the window. No air conditioner. He sighed and pulled the chain on the ceiling fan. He dropped his luggage by one of the beds and collapsed on the mattress, legs splayed out in a very unladylike fashion.



[Poor sweet Barry. It's so cute to watch him smitten with Hawkeye. I always thought that was so adorable in the Manga how he followed her around like a puppy dog. x3]

[amouri]

Barry jerked his head up in surprise, being thrown out of his thoughts.
"Hey-wait up!" He said weakly, hurrying up the stairs, which creaked menacingly.
As they got to the top, he noticed with mixed relief and slight disappointment that Riza went on to her room alone.
He shook his head in panic, he couldn't go thinking like that!
Gawd...I really have to tread carefully and not cross the line...
He thought, slightly disturbed, as he followed the guys into their room.

It was dusty, though of course that didn't concern him, though he wondered how Zolf would take it, seeing as just cleaning up his own house had disturbed him quite a lot.
He set the roll of silk aside, not really knowing what to do next.
Seeing as he was still under some kind of observation-or what?
Had Zolf realized that it was only because of Envy that he had done what he had?
Though of course....It would have been slightly amusing if he really HAD succeeded in kidnapping RIza...

[Zolf J Kimblee]

As the ceiling fan spun, dust went flying everywhere. Zolfs eyes began to itch and water, and he was overcome with a sneezing fit..and coughing.

"Dammit!" he growled, and switched the fan off. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and washcloth. He covered his face with the towel and took the washcloth and wet it. Irritated, he stood on his bed and proceeded to clean the dust off it.

"Barry, can you please clean the dust out of the box fan for me? This is more than I can take!" he coughed into the towel and retreated to the bathroom, slamming the door and cussing. Water could be heard running and soon he was laughing and humming in the shower.

He opened the door and steam came billowing out. He let out a sigh of contentment and lay back on his bed in his boxers. (which were black with a pattern of lit sticks of dynamite scattered all over them).

In the bathroom, there was only a washcloth and a small hand towel left for Havoc. Kimblee left wet towels on the floor, and had drawn a picture on the steam covered mirror. A smiley face and 'Have a nice day' under it.

He punched his pillow a couple times to fluff it and glanced over his shoulder, "Wake me up when Hawkeye comes knockin' will ya?" he asked Havoc.

[amouri]

((LAWD. I wanna pair of knickers like that x3 Love your sig by the way, typical grumpy Kimblee expression.))

Barry glanced up, and shrugged.
"Sure."
As he received the cloth, he also clambered onto the bed, awkwardly reaching up and cleaning it off as best as he could.
It was slightly embarrassing, but he felt he kinda owed it to Kimblee.
And after all, he felt for Kimblee having a dust problem, though it was kind of the opposite for himself.
He sometimes actually missed the feeling of dust, how strange it must've sounded.
Geez, I miss pretty much everything about who I was... he thought sadly, rubbing the last dust of before carefully clambering off the bed once more, and threw the cloth in a pile by the door.

As Kimblee came out of the shower and flopped on the bed, he couldn't help but grunt slightly in amusement over the guy's underwear.
Fitting. He thought.

[rizahawkeye]

The Lieutenant went to her own room and after setting her things down, she removed her shoes and laid on the bed.
She gave a sigh. It felt good to have her own room, but she felt kind of bad shoving all three of them into one room... It might not be too bad, considering that Barry doesn't need to sleep.
She breathed deeply as she felt herself getting tired. A nap would be good at this time of day... she wouldn't sleep too long... after all, this wasn't a vacation...

[aspiredeathe]

Jean grumbled slightly at the thought of the three of them being shoved into one room, praying that the accommodation would be sizeable.
Tugging at his dress, he manoeuvred his way up the small stairs, looking behind him as a loud creaking sound could be heard.
He was quite surprised that the stairs were holding Barry up, though he doubted the bolts of silk helped much, but it did make him climb faster, the idea of the staircase crumbling under him was not pleasant.

He watched Kimblee head into their room, letting the armoured suit past too before grabbing Häwkeye's elbow.
"Hey.."He could tell that she still hadn't recovered from earlier, yet knew offering sympathy would get neither of them anywhere "Don't hesitate to yell if something happens." He then flashed her a grin before walking into his room.

The 2nd Lt. had made it just in time to participate in the dust shower, sneezing instantly and stepping back a bit till he was in the hallway again.
"Oh man, don't tell me this place doesn't have a cleaner."" He complained, liking the place less and less.
He walked back into the room after the fan had been turned off, moving aside as Kimblee headed into what appeared to be the bathroom. Moments later, he could hear the water running and hoped that the man wouldn't waste all the hot water.

"At least we got a nice view." He commented, rather sarcastically as he peered out the window. It looked out onto a big area, weeds growing out of control everywhere, crows flying overhead and the house situated on the land had also seen better days. Not to mention the mouldy gravestones.
"If a vampire comes in to suck my blood, let him." He told anyone who'd care to listen, as he dumped his bag on his bed, watching the dust jump up into the air.
With a sigh, he went about cleaning up

As Kimblee came out, Jean, nodding to the request, chose not to comment on his boxers and deduced that it was his go to freshen up, seeing as Barry could do little more than oil his joints and wax his armour.
He stepped into the bathroom, his foot squelching as it landed on the soaked towel and he pretty much got the idea on how Kimblee's place got to being such a mess.
So, after having dropped the wet towels into the provided hamper, he freed himself of his dress and took a long needed shower.

He returned to the room minutes later, towel around his neck and in his plain navy boxers, though instead of sticking to his current apparel state, he pulled on a black shirt and some trousers and sat on his bed, back against the wall, lighting a cig.
"One day I'm gonna come here for a holiday." He said rather matter-oh-factly to Barry "Maybe for once, I'll return home in a good mood." Because there was no way in hell he'd feel good about leaving here, knowing he'd been wearing a dress.
"

[amouri]

As Havoc commented on the view, Barry wasn't quite sure what to say.
He felt kind of at ease there, mainly because it was much better than the lab.
Of course, in the beginning the lab had acted as a home for him, and the others, but it was the perishing of his companions that had led him to hate the lab and all about it.

when Havoc mentioned possible future vacation ideas, he looked up in astonishment.
"What, this place or just Lior in general?"

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Exhausted yet wound up, Kimblee found himself unable to fall asleep. He grabbed the cigarettes laying next to the wadded up dress on the floor and lit one. He noticed that every time Havoc lit up, he tended to do the same. And that meant he was smoking more than he used to because Havoc smoked like a freight train.

He grabbed a comb out of his smaller suitcase and ran it through his damp and tangled hair till it didn't look wild anymore.

"No good..." he said, "Not gonna catch a wink this afternoon, I guess."

He picked up the bedside phone and dialed HQ just outside of Lior and gave the operator Archers' extension number. He sat on hold, examining his nails and finally a woman answered. "Colonel Archers office, Sheska speaking."

His jaw dropped and the cigarette stuck to his bottom lip. He grabbed it and straightened up, as if she were there in the room, unconsciously running his hand through his hair. What was she doing in Lior? he wondered, And answering Franks phone line, no less?

[cue Sheska....yeee!! xD]

[rizahawkeye]

"S-sir?" She asked noticing when the person didn't respond.
It was a familiar voice, but he couldn't put his finger on who it belonged to...
Unfortunately, photographic memories didn't work on voices.
"Are you still there?"