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Post by Envy on Oct 26, 2007 16:10:14 GMT -6
GREEDO
He went forward, both hands in his pocket, humming some kind of song. No, he was not thinking about Dante anymore, he was thinking about future. What chance does he stand against his former lover and her sins. And what he want anyway. Well, he is greedy, he wants everything that is possible to get, but not now. He needs to survive and get rid of this danger. Those chimeras could be used well, they seem pretty capable and full of hate against his enemy. He has allies and servants, that is enough for beggining. Now he must find the hidding place and information. Dante will probably live in the old house as she always did. Information. He must get as much information as possible and probably another ally. A powerful ally. A homunculi would be the best choice, but there is extremely slim chance he would get one. No, chimeras are enough for now. He must not get hasty, he must be patient.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 26, 2007 16:12:41 GMT -6
Martel glanced over at him, when he started to hum. "I think I've heard that before" she said softly to him. It did have a familier ring to it.
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Post by Envy on Oct 26, 2007 16:27:26 GMT -6
GREEDO
He looked at her in suprise. *This song is about two hudreds years forgotten! You must be mistaken, nobody knows this song for centuries...* Then he grinned. *But tis my favourite.*
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 26, 2007 16:28:35 GMT -6
"My mother use to sing it to me" she said, still softly. "I mean, before she left me. But yeah, it's one of my favorites too".
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Post by Envy on Oct 26, 2007 16:32:31 GMT -6
GREEDO
*Your mother, eh?* he said suprisingly softly. Martel. Chimera. A women. A women. Yes, she was a women. *What was she like?* he said in interest, trying to make her talk.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 26, 2007 16:34:35 GMT -6
"I don't remember much. She wasn't the greatest mom in the world, I can tell you that much" Martel began to tell him. "Most of the time she was going out with every man in the damn town. When I was about eight, she went out for the night. Told me she'd be back in the morning...yeah right". She lowered her voice, almost as though she only wanted him to hear. "The only good memory I have is from when I was three and she sang that song to me when I was sick".
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 3:42:04 GMT -6
GREEDO
*She must have been a weird women, to sing such a song to a child. I mean, a song full of death and decay...* Martel's mother sounded like an interesting person to him, is Martal like her? *And do you know your father at all?*
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 27, 2007 7:43:38 GMT -6
Martel frowned. "I didn't really know my father. He walked out on us when I was three, to go live with some bitch he met while traveling." She sighed and contiuned. "After my mom left I basically went to and from every house in the town....until I got tired of it and walked around, trying to find someplace new. Actually I was trying to find her; I learned quickly enough though....she didn't give a damn about me". Martel blinked and was embarressed to feel tears welling up in her eyes. They were tears of anger, not of sadness, but still.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 8:05:50 GMT -6
GREEDO
*Well, it seems our pasts are not that easy,* Greedo whispered. *But thet is only because that future will be better. Never ever!* he hissed suddenly. *Never ever I will be sealed again!* Not at all. He will gain immortality and crush all that will opose him. And then he will be... free...
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 27, 2007 8:13:24 GMT -6
Martel looked over at Greed. "You do realize that your putting yourself at risk by helping us, right?"
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Post by carduus on Oct 27, 2007 12:25:38 GMT -6
[Thanx for moving Tucka, Greedo  ] He tugs along and eavesdrops from a safe distance. He is in doubts... Leave the employer hag, who scares the shit out of him by her mere presence (not to mention that he strongly doubts he will be able to please her with the results of his transmutations and fears the consequences), and join this guy over there with the chimeras, who could be at least a ticket out of here and a change of air (mebbe to better) or stay and... and... The group had moved and he was hasty to follow, but being deep in thoughts with a heavy load in his arms and darkness in the corridor, he trips over whatever that makes a loud rattling noise as it rolls across the floor. Tucker crashes with a loud thud and a squishy noise (As he partly falls on the corpse of the Nina-chimera)onto the floor. Damn... |
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 27, 2007 12:28:48 GMT -6
The sound startled Martel. Her eyes widened, she whipped around and stretched her arm towards the sound. She felt something and wrapped her arm around its neck, ready to strangle it. "What do you want?" she hissed angrily.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 13:11:15 GMT -6
GREEDO
He walked hastily towards Tucker. There it was, a dark, exhausted figure, lying on the ground with a dead chimera in his arms. *Hold him tightly, Martel!* he commanded. *Well, Mr?* he spoke directly to the man. *Who are you and what do you want here?* He was prepared to kill him, if he posed a threat. Even though he was lying helplessly on the floor, he was not prepared to take any risks.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 27, 2007 13:12:45 GMT -6
Martel nodded and tightened her grip. "Why are you following us?" she asked, walking closer to Tucker.
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Post by carduus on Oct 27, 2007 13:27:50 GMT -6
His eyes filled with momentary fear, but then just went glassy. Restricted oxygen, the days events and overall exhaustion - damn, he was already fed up with this.
"I am the Sewing Life Alchemist. Get me out of here... please." He whispered hoarsely. There, whatever now... He will either join his family in teh afterlife or get along and try to bring Nina back... some other way than Human Transmutation though! He was not yet THAT mad to do that. Add to it all, if there was another way, HE will discover it. Oh yes.
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 13:33:15 GMT -6
GREEDO
He thought for a moment. A sewing-life alchemist. He looked in a pretty bashed condition. But... he had about dozen of chimeras at his disposal, a skilled alchemist would be even better. *Say, Mr. Sewing-life, what is your specialisation in alchemy? And who are you running from?*
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Post by carduus on Oct 27, 2007 13:43:30 GMT -6
He shifts his gaze to the tall homunculus and blinks away the glassiness of his eyes.
"I make chimeras, that is my specialization."
He caughs around the dryness in his throat and continues on in a quieter whisper: "Getting away from the Woman..." He does not add 'who wants me to make the Philosopher's stone for her', assuming, that this little bit of information can be added on later, if needed. It was not asked of for now...
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 13:55:21 GMT -6
GREEDO
He looked suprised. *Chimeras?* His sight moved to the prisoners he just released. *Did you create these?* he asked. This was getting interesting. If he could manage to get him on his side, he could make an army of infinite number of chimeras, what would be loyal to him. Then Dante would be finally crushed.
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Post by carduus on Oct 27, 2007 14:01:26 GMT -6
His gaze shifts to the others, but he does not even need to see them. He shakes his head as far as the woman choking him at a distance would allow: "No, but I can make human chimeras."
He tries clearing his throat, hinting, that he does not particularly appreciate being choked. At the same time, he grins inwardly - those were well made human chimeras, at least to the first sight. and he had read the notes of those alchemists who were very likely their creators. Thus, he now possesses the knowledge of those, who had succeeded - giving him a straight path to success and towards personal development.
Perfect...
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Post by Envy on Oct 27, 2007 14:14:52 GMT -6
GREEDO
Perfect. Yes, this was perfect. If he would have made these chimeras, Martel would probably kill him straightaway, but this alchemistwas unknown to her and the others. And yet, he had the possibility to create chimeras. If he was skilled enough, that would make him jump forward, in a position Dante would not expect. He should get him on his side.
He took Martel's hand and made her let go of Tucker's neck. He helped him stand up. *Would you by any condition join me?* he asked him, hiding the excited tone in his voice. *I can protect you from any kind of woman that is after you. Who is she anyway, your ex-wife?*
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