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Post by carduus on Oct 12, 2007 12:45:22 GMT -6
The man didn't seem to care at all. He was in another place, some twisted corner of his mind...
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lustsxxxpride
Warrant Officer
Oh no-- ARMSTRONG TAUGHT WINREY HOW TO SPARKLE!
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Post by lustsxxxpride on Oct 12, 2007 12:58:45 GMT -6
{. . . *waits for Wrath semi-paitently*}
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emelie
First Lieutenant
"Who the hell is responsible for this fiasco!!"
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Post by emelie on Oct 13, 2007 16:58:33 GMT -6
((Sorry about that guys. Damn, Tucker. Didn't expect you to pull the Nina thing like that. Good job. You got me crying while I was writing Al's part))
Al:
"Mr Tucker how could you? She was your daughter. Your only daughter." He collapsed in tears on the floor. He couldn't believe that someone could do such an awful thing with alchemy.
Wrath:
Wrath pushed Lust away. " Leave me alone!". He continued to run in the direction of Ed and Al when suddenly he saw a bright flash of light. He realized it was alchemy and stopped when he saw what had caused it. He froze as he saw a chimera that looked like the little girl he had been playing with earlier and her dog standing in the middle of the transmutation circle. What the hell? Is that what was planned all along? He stood frozen where he was not sure what to do next.
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Post by AG on Oct 13, 2007 17:47:31 GMT -6
Ed started to punch Tucker repeatedly. "You..you Bastard!" He screamed over and over again with each punch. Tears still poured from his face and on to Tucker as Ed punched him. Nothing but the thought of killing Tucker was going through his head. Tucker did this to an innocent little girl and he must die for it.
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lustsxxxpride
Warrant Officer
Oh no-- ARMSTRONG TAUGHT WINREY HOW TO SPARKLE!
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Post by lustsxxxpride on Oct 14, 2007 3:07:21 GMT -6
It took a second for Lust to recover before rushing over to Edward to pull him off Tucker. "Let's go." she mumbled to Al, rushing off with a struggling Ed in her arms, carrying him bridal style.
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Post by carduus on Oct 14, 2007 3:40:43 GMT -6
The chimera fled in panic. It did not understand what happened, why it happened and why was big Brother hurting Daddy... but at the same time, Daddy did something bad, it knew, but couldn't figure out what. Thus is fled - off into the dark corridors of the lab complex.
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Tucker slumped down, instinctively holding his hands over his face. His glasses went snapping and flying off - the glass breaking.
There were voices in his head, one praising him for his good work, one scolding him for the forever it took for him to figure this out properly, another whispering something, Tucker did not catch while the other two voices chatted over one and other and then there was a scream. Long, desperate wail building inside of him - overtaking all the other voices.
It rang in his ears and hurt his throat, until Tucker realized it was him screaming.
He backed off into the shadow and passed out.
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Post by AG on Oct 14, 2007 11:45:37 GMT -6
Ed fought with Lust as he tried to get out of her hands, "Let me go! I need to kill that bastard for what he did to Nina!" He screamed at Lust. He looked into her eyes, "You knew...you knew he was going to do this...didn't you?" He asked with shock, he wanted to hear her say no...but something inside of him felt like she knew all along.
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Post by dante on Oct 14, 2007 11:58:40 GMT -6
At last, the time had come--the time for her to finally meet the underachieving "Sewing Life Alchemist" face-to-face. She knew much about him--probably more than he did--but had yet to see the man in person.
As Dante sauntered down a dark hallway leading to the laboratories, she wondered what kind of chimeras and how many Red Stones Tucker would have to show her. He had been given ample time to get to work, therefore he should have results to show his employer; if not, there would most definitely be trouble.
Eventually she came across a large room whose doors were opened and stepped inside. Needless to say she was surprised when she caught sight of an unconscious Tucker sprawled out on the floor, looking like he had just received a savage, merciless beating. Dante also saw Wrath standing nearby, noticing that he seemed shocked and frozen.
Something of great gravity had obviously happened.
"Wrath, dear, what happened here?" she finally asked as she slowly walked toward the bloodied Tucker, her voice not carrying any surprise or uneasiness for some reason or another. Strangely enough, That Person seemed to be in a state of complete calmness and relaxation.
Stopping at Tucker's bruised body, Dante delivered two or three semi-powerful kicks to him with her heeled shoe in an attempt to wake him. "Mr. Tucker, would you mind waking up? I don't approve of my employees sleeping on the job."
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Post by carduus on Oct 14, 2007 12:32:44 GMT -6
[Mon, ye just got tae luve that hag!  Lol] Tucker stirred and slowly opened his eyes - his gaze blurry and confused. He blinked a couple of times and slowly sat up. The world was one big smudge without his glasses and he instinctively reached up to the bridge of his nose only to find out that he was bespectacled and that something sticky covered his face. he licked his lips and tasted blood. Then it all came back to him... and somewhat couldn't matter at this point. He looked up to the blur of Dante with a blank look. |
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Post by dante on Oct 14, 2007 13:22:09 GMT -6
Dante looked down at her wounded employee with her beady brown eyes, withered face a blank slate and her expression unreadable. As she examined the mess of a man lying before her, she couldn't help but softly click her tongue in disgust. What a poor, pathetic excuse of life--just like the rest of his kind.
"So nice of you to join us, Mr. Tucker," she addressed him again, her dark hues drifting from the beaten alchemist to her surroundings. Dante noticed the transmutation circle at the center of the room, and assumed that a chimera he created turned on him and attacked him. He couldn't even keep his own creations in line, could he? Disgraceful.
But that wouldn't explain why Wrath seemed so upset. Obviously he would have taken a sadistic pleasure in seeing Tucker being attacked by a chimera. Indeed, something awful must have happened, and she already had her suspicions.
Noticing a broken pair of glasses near Tucker, the old woman casually walked over to them as she resumed speaking, "Seeing as my poor Wrath seems to be rather shaken at the moment, would you mind explaining to me what happened here?" she asked as she clapped her hands and bent down, placing a bony hand on the shattered spectacles. A small flash of alchemical light followed, and, in the blink of an eye, the glasses were good as new.
"Honestly, if you can't take care of your glasses, Mr. Tucker, how can you expect to properly father your little girl?" she scolded him without a hint of anger in her voice as she tossed the glasses over to him; in fact, her voice seemed strangely light-hearted and amused.
"...Speaking of your adorable, lovable little girl, where is she? I would love to meet her. You know, I've been told she's quite a sweetheart..."
He did it to his wife, so why wouldn't he commit the same atrocity with his daughter? Yes, that seemed very likely.
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Post by carduus on Oct 14, 2007 13:44:27 GMT -6
"She's... with the dog... She's... the dog... ran off... " He stated matter-of-fact-ly, putting on his glasses and wiping his bloody nose into his sleeve.
He looks up to Dante and tugs as much of an insane smile as he can muster with his battered and split lip: "Did it much more better this time. Took shorter. Was easier. And all it needed was an extra arch here, small line there... This one won't starve itself to death, that's for sure. Just don't give it white chocolate. Nina always went hyperactive after white chocolate and the dog threw up."
He wiped his own blood off the lines of the transmutation circle with his sleeve, muttering to himself:
"We must not give it white chocolate, miss."
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Post by Envy on Oct 14, 2007 15:08:00 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
The Ishabilan lost his way through the corridors. He took a wrong turn and got lost quickly. The laboratory complex was huge. As Scar-san returned the way he ran before, he saw some shadow running along a a next corridor. He got his right arm ready to attack and he speeded towards to object. It disspeared into an office. There Scar-san found it. A dog, at least it looked like a dog. But there was something wrong with it. The glint in its eyes, the look it gave the man, there was something human in it.
Scar-san went forward, full of doubts, and put his right arm on top of the canine's head. The tattoe glinted in a bright red light. The scarred man gasped. *I see,* he whispered. *You are a poor soul trapped in this abomination. I will release you from your suffering.* The dog did not move at all, it just looked at the man, not understanding what he did mean by those words. *May God accept you in peace.*
Flash of red light and blood and brain splutered on the wall, as the body of the chimera collapsed to the ground, its head blasted of into an unknown shape. Scar-san went again into the depths of the laboratory. He need to find out what is going on here.
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Post by dante on Oct 14, 2007 16:03:22 GMT -6
(OOO! A confrontation between Dante and Scar seems probable now. This is definitely going to be interesting.)
So her assumptions were correct, after all! Dante mentally chided herself for having not anticipated it earlier. It made perfect sense: Tucker had transmuted his wife into a chimera years ago, so why wouldn't he do the same to his daughter? Tucker obviously knew that she expected much of him. And just like he did during his time as a State Alchemist, he began to crack under pressure to the point where he eventually sacrificed a loved one to please his employer and keep his job. Though it did surprise her that the pathetic excuse of a man cracked so quickly.
"I'm glad that you managed to create a talking chimera superior to the one you transmuted your wife into, dear. A father willing to sacrifice his only child for the benefit of science--truly pleasing to see, I must say. Though I'm sorry to inform you that a beastly chimera capable of speaking and understanding the human language is by no means a breakthrough. You see, Mr. Tucker, extremely advanced human chimeras capable not only of coherent speech, but also intelligent thought have been made in this laboratory for decades," the elderly alchemist informed him, giving him a sorrowful frown.
Dante paused, shaking her head in disappointment before continuing, "And we have another problem, I'm afraid: creating a harmless chimera capable of human speech is not what I asked of you. The letter I sent you made abundantly cleear what is expected of you. You are responsible for two things: one being the creation of violent, aggressive chimeras, the other the development of Red Stones. And I've found that you've done neither of these. Are you truly that incompetent and dim-witted, Mr. Tucker? You are a failure as an alchemist, and as a father..."
A rather demented smirk formed on the enigmatic old woman's face--one that certainly rivaled the one staining Tucker's bruised visage, "Such failure certainly merits a punishment. But I think you knowing that you needlessly sacrificed the only person in this world who loved and cared for you, and that you'll never again see your little girl's smiling face, is punishment enough, wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by carduus on Oct 15, 2007 6:56:59 GMT -6
He looks up to her, her words falling over him like waves, but that's about it. He can't yet fully comprehend what he did. Instead, he stammered nervously in front of his employer, lowering his eyes and blushing.
"I have understood the expectations in your letter, miss. I needed to test the the transmutation circle first, miss - it is working, miss. Just perfect."
He twiddled with his glasses at the root of his nose: "It will be much more better the second time, miss. Please, give me a second chance to prove it to you. Some things are new to me... Human chimera transmutations... are illegal in Amestris and..." Stammers on...
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 15, 2007 14:58:33 GMT -6
Martel leaned againgst the walls of the cell she shared with what seemed like dozens of other chimeras. A rat had gotten inside somehow. She stretch her arm and grabbed the rodent, causing it to squeak in protest. "Calm down" Martel told it quietly, as she set it down near a small hole. It was a way to freedom, but only for something as small as the rat. The rat squirmed out of her grasp and into the whole.
Martel sighed as she lay her head back, trying to sleep. It wasn't like there was anything else to do.
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Post by Envy on Oct 16, 2007 15:20:29 GMT -6
CHIMERAS
Dorchet and Loa looked on each other, as they saw Martel grab the small animal. Then it disapeared in the dark exit from this prison. *How long?* asked Dorchet quietely. He did not count days, weeks, months, even years for some time. Yes, how long did they spent in this cell?
Loa pat his shoulder and said in an uncertain voice: *I do not know when the day ends and night starts. It all seems the same to me.* He then went straightly to Martel, producing something from his pocket. A half-torn bag of food. Not very tasty, yet the only thing they got. *Here, take this,* he told her kindly. *You weren't eating much for some time. You need to keep strong.*
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 16, 2007 15:24:41 GMT -6
Martel blinked, waking from a stupor. "Thanks Loa" she told him, taking the food. She ate slowly, and gagged with each swallow. "It's like eating sand...though sand has a better feel to it" she said, trying to hide the anger in her voice. She tried to think about how long they had been in their prison, in their cage. "I lost track after about two years" she said quietly. She wasn't sure if she had forgotten, or if she simply didn't want to remember. But she decided it was better to eat. Who knew when their next meal would be?
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Post by Envy on Oct 16, 2007 15:35:52 GMT -6
CHIMERAS
*We are fugitives. We deserve nothing more...* said a voice from behind.
*That is not true!* roared Loa, his face twitched in rage. *We just followed orders! It was the military that stabbed us in the back, making us these.... these terrible things.* His voice started to tremble. *And then putting us here, taking us to the experiments one by one.* He could not continue. He put his hands over his head and sat down.
Dorchet sat next to him, whispering words of comfort. Then he looked at Martel. *You have been pretty quiet lately. Is anything wrong?* The stupidity of his question hit him right away. How could he ask in such a place, what's wrong?
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 16, 2007 15:39:30 GMT -6
"They don't even know" Martel said quietly, "No one knows what happened to us. They all think we're dead". She paused. "If this is all we have to look foreward to, maybe we'd be better off dead" she said, even more softly. She looked into the bag she was holding. Nothing but crumbs. She placed the empty bag on the ground. A sudden squeak caused her to turn her head. A rat had crawled into the cell, possibly the same rat. It raced over to the bag and crawled inside, running out with a piece of food. With its prize it ran through the hole it had entered from. "That rat probably has a better life than all of us put together" she said, half sadly and half angrily.
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Post by dante on Oct 16, 2007 16:57:28 GMT -6
Those cold, almost lifeless brown eyes of hers were fixed directly upon the milquetoast before her. As Tucker rambled on in hopes of justifying his failure, Dante was reminded why she despised mankind. To her, Shou Tucker embodied all of the human race's flaws and failures. An unreliable buffoon who couldn't handle pressure, maintain a family, or hold down a job... He even sacrificed the only light in his pathetic life for naught! Absolutely disgraceful.
Although he was nothing more than a failure, she reminded herself, he could still prove to be somewhat useful.
"You seem to be under the impression that I'm interested in listening to your excuses, Mr. Tucker, so I'm letting you know right now that they are falling upon deaf ears. The fact still stands that you've had more than enough time to produce something for me, yet you have nothing to show for it, except for a useless chimera that seems to have mysteriously vanished," she reproved him gently, although she felt inclined to shout at him.
Dante slowly walked over to the intricate array Tucker had used to transmute his young daughter. It was advanced, she reluctantly admitted to herself, but not very much so. "...Mister Tucker, I will give you a second chance. By the end of the day, you are to have a minimal of twenty bloodthirsty, flesh-craving chimeras prepared for me. And I suggest that you don't cut any corners, for I shall be examining them myself. Also, be aware that I'll be stopping by periodically to check up on your progress."
She turned from the transmutation circle and headed back over to Tucker. Looking down at him disdainfully, she began once again: "A friendly reminder: there's a number of people who could do this job for me, most of whom are probably far more skilled than you are. Should you fail me this time, you will be released and sent back into society. If that sounds too lenient to you, think about it: You won't be able to survive in this cruel and merciless world of ours. You no longer have the means to support yourself as a State Alchemist, to support your former lifestyle. You'll be reduced to a lonely vagrant, begging for scraps of food on the streets of Central... That being said, I suggest you clean yourself up and get to work."
She gave him a small smile before walking over to the door. "Wrath dear, please accompany to Dr. Marco's office. We need to have a little chat," she said, glancing over at the young homunculus.
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