Livin It Up Not Givin A.....

[brit3wonderland]

There was smoe yelling and agruing outside, name calling and rough housing, and then a grand BOOM. Slipping into the Devil's Nest was none other then the Crimison Alchemist, a sheepish grin on his face as he cracked her wrists, looking around the bar. His eyes seemed to glow with some sort of sinster evil to them as he scanned the people in the room, his eyes searching for the one who was unhuman beyond the rest. His eyes broke away for a moment as he ordered a beer, hastily given to him out of fear. Cracking the cap he took slow sips out of it as he prowled the back, looking for him. He did, afterall, break him free, and Kimblee owed him some degree of loyalty, at least for now. And with the military being all pansy-ass, Greed's side seemed much more convient to side with...afterall...he did have some nice looking chicks hanging around

Arm wrapping along the waste of a petite blonde, Kimblee strolled through the bar, trying to find the devious Homunculi friend of his. The blonde girl giggled as The two whispered back and forth, her hands brushing against his arms, making comments as to how strong he must be. "I was in the military, after all..." he muttered to her as she fawned over him. His eyes spotted a group of people at the couch, seeing Bido, Martel, Greed, and some more blondies. Kimblee raised his head with a smirk.

"How you doing there Greed? Martel? any devious plans?" He questioned, taking a seat at an opposing chair, the petite blonde girl sitting on his armrest, her arm linked around his.
Kimblee gestured to the entrance to the bar, another grin on his face. " I got a little out of hand out there, you'll be done another useless minion, sorry bout that. He got in my way." He said as he layed back in the chair, streching a little. He noticed Martel and Greed seemed to be in some sort of convorsation, but didn't mind much breaking it. Afterall, he ran out of things to do, and Greed always had something for him to chase after.

ooc: Sorry to break in, seemed like the only place I can stick Kimblee in, it didn't look as if we had an active Archer...so hes still with the devils nest at this point.

[silverviper2134]

Martel scowled as she saw Kimblee. Honestly, she had hoped that he had gone off somewhere and died. Obviously she wasn't that lucky. "Nothing that concerns you" she said coldly, getting a refill of scotch from the bartender and taking a sip.

[Greed]

The male known as, Greed. Looked up at Kimblee, in a almost passive manner. For a moment. Then he simply smirked a bit, as a result of the things that just happened. All he said to Kimblee was, "Yo'." And nothing more, other then raising his glass of Vodka to his lips and taking a rather large gulp of it. The man, then gestured a slight look to, Martel. As though, asking her something. Or rather warning her.

[silverviper2134]

Martel simply sighed, leaving her drink on the bar and standing. Without another word towards Greed or the alchemist, she headed up the stairs. She would do whatever she could to help Greed, even if it meant risking her own life. And if that meant spying on this Dante lady, so be it.

[Greed]

Greed, was still unsure about the spying thing. And from what he could tell, so was Martel. He saw her head up stairs, and he stayed there a moment. In the seat he was in. He was contemplating on either to follow her, or to just let it be. He thought a moment, about how he (how much he actually admitted to himself, is not certain.) developed a sense of attachment to his group. And putting one of his more loyal people on a death sentence like that. Did not sit to well with him, now that he thought about it. He made the gesture to Martel, to look at her and say her name in a low mutter. He did not show it much, but he was smart enough, to know that only she was able to hear such a low mutter. Since it was so low, only the vibrations carried. He gave a look that would mislead the others, but he hoped she was able to decyfer through it.

[silverviper2134]

Martel was halfway up the stairs when she heard Greed say her name. Wondering what he wanted, she paused for a couple seconds before going back to the bar. Once she got back in the bar, she looked at Greed, silently asking why he wanted her.

[Greed]

He paused. He did not totally think that far ahead. He half knew what he wanted to say. But the question was, could he? Was it right for him to do something like that? "I need need a smoke." He said, attempting at his usual passive tone. And he went up stairs, out onto the balcony. And he would use either hand to pull out a pack of ciggarettes. And use that very hand, to place the end of it in between his lips. He used a fraction of his ability. To cabonize his skin near his thumb and his index, and he scrapped them together. Sparking fire, to light his "smoke."
He took a drag, honestly hoping that Martel would take the hint. And follow.

[silverviper2134]

Understanding what Greed wanted, Martel shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Think I'll go out for a while too" she muttered, following him to the balconey. Once she was up there, she walked towards him, staying just a few feet away.

"What's this all about, Greed?" she asked, waiting for an answer.

[Greed]

He twisted his form back around over the balcony, so that his elbows was over it. And he was leaning against it. "I.. Uhm.." He said, not really thinking this far. He knew what he had to say, he just could not get it out. It as not really like him. -I grew to damn attached!- Greed, thought to himself. Grinding his rather sharp teeth to the thought. Though, he had no time to stall. He had to think of something to say. "There is something, I need to talk to you about, Martel. You, and you only." He said, trying to make it sound important. To cover his own "ass."

[silverviper2134]

"Alright" Martel said, stepping a little closer. She wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to tell her. Still, he was her boss, and she had to listen to him. Do as he wanted, even if she didn't think it was right.

[Greed]

" 'Eh.." He said, looking into her eyes, through, his darkened optics, he called shades. He could not help, but think her loyalty was spawned through just the fact he was her boss, and if that were true. He would be damned if he would be the only one attached. Though, he had to play it cool. "How do ya'.. Like it here, with me and the guys?" He said, looking up at the sky, with a smirk on his face, trying to act like his usual sly self.

[silverviper2134]

Martel was a little surprised by his question. "I don't really know. To tell you the truth, I don't remember too much about my life before Lab 5, so I can't really compare living here with anything. But compared to that shithole, this is paradise".

[Greed]

He then looked straight at her, his actual optics hovering through a gap over his shades as they slid down his nose a little. "Is that so?" He said before a slight pause. Then he looked back to the sky. "Look, I can't make up for the fact we ain't the best group t' hang with. But. We are somethin'." He said, finally relizing what he wanted to "really" say. He placed the hand that did not have the smoke on her shoulder nearest him. "And. Because of that, I just don't want ya' throwing your life away. When we might have better options." He said, he threw the smoke behind him, and pushed up his shades so she was unable to see his eyes. And he slowly began to walk back into the Devil's Nest.

[silverviper2134]

She stared as Greed went back into the bar. She understood what he meant, but she couldn't help but think about what she planned to do. Ever since they escaped the Labs, she hadn't felt like she had been helping him at all. If she could get information from this Dante person, she'd be able to truly prove her usefulness. So, she shook her head regretfully and climbed over the balcony, stretching her arms to allow her to reach the ground with sustaining injuries.

[Greed]

Greed, being more of a super-human as apposed to being human. For the fact he was still a Humanculis. He heard her do this, as he was about to pass the door way. He stopped short, and ran to the balcony and jumped. He landed in front of, Martel. And spun on either heel. And he would grab her by the arm, and spin her around, the arm to her back, and holding her up to him. "You really don't get it, do you? You don't know how useful you really are to me.. I mean us." He said, quickly, though he had to correct himself at the end. He then just pushed it aside and continued with what he had to say. "Dante, you really don't know her like I do. I was locked up for ages, becuase of her. Yes, even me. She is our most dangerous enemy, she would know you was a spy the minute you walked in. And act like she did not, till you used up your usefullness. Then kill you. And I.. We, can't have that." He said, and tried to pull it off with a smirk. Then thrusting her forward so she would land the way to face him.

[silverviper2134]

"I wouldn't let her see me" she promised, not daring to look at him. Her eyes were burning and she could feel moisture coming to them. But, she wouldn't allow herself to cry. She couldn't. Not in front of him. After all, no matter what, crying was a sign of weakness, and if you were weak, you were useless.

[Greed]

"She does not have to see you herself, she has six other Homunculus. And that mansion is crazy all on it's own." He said, offering her a hand. He gave her a sincere smile for once, as apposed to his usual smirk. "You are very valuable to us, all of us. And we want to keep you alive, to see this to the end." He said, with a almost kind tone. Which, knowing him, would not last to long.

[silverviper2134]

Martel glanced at the hand, then turned away from him. "Sorry, Greed, but I have to do this" she said, looking at the ground as she began to walk away. In reality, she didn't care much about her own life. After all, for those years in Lab 5, she was almost positive that she would be classified as a failure. And failures were always killed, no questions asked. As for if anyone would care.....maybe Loa and Dorochet would, but not for long. If she died, it wouldn't even matter, as long as she had done her part to protect Greed and her comrades.

[Greed]

Greed, would give a attempt at reading her expressions. Which was not his strong point. As she passed by him, he placed his hand on her shoulder. In a gentle fashion, though, enough to stop her. "You think, none of us actually give a damn about you. You're wrong. If they did not, then why would they lay out their lives for you? And if that was not enough. Why would I even recruit you, if I did not give a damn about you, in some way?" He said, trying to tell her, they cared. In his own messed up way.

[silverviper2134]

"In the military, they often recruit soldiers they don't need. That way, they can use the unneeded soldiers as bait for the enemy. They die, while the soldiers that the officer wanted all along are able to kill the enemy and get the glory" she told him, still facing away from him. She wasn't even sure exactly what was making her feel this way. Anger? Perhaps. Pride? Maybe. Jealousy? Of what? There was nothing she had to be jealous of, nothing at all.