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Post by rune on Sept 18, 2008 21:48:11 GMT -6
The long flowing figure of Hohenheim of light, tall, bespecled, stout and strong set through the streets of central, finding the old entrance to the old ghost city below, his secret he'd used the powers of the stone to hide his shameful and sinful acts. He had heard that Dante, the Homunculi, had all orchestrated the war in ishbal, and so many other events and happenings in the past 400 years in an attempt to create a new stone.
He sighed, running his hands along the red brick buildings of the old town, this was once his home, once the place he hung his hat, once the place he grew and learned of the ways of the world, of alchemy and true power, and truth. Or so he'd thought...a lifetime ago...several lifetimes ago. He said then lowly to himself, almost a whisper "...This...is all my fault...I'm so sorry."
He put down his briefcase, surveying from the highest point in the city, or what one might be. He spoke then "She's out there. " he walked into what seemed to be a room. He didn't really want to see what he knew in his heart to be true. Namely that his former love had become obsessed with immortality, obsessed with alchemy and the stone that she was destroying her soul and everything else in her life to pursue it. But he knew he had to see it with his own, golden eyes.
He walked through the streets, he could hear the echoes of a record machine, the tune was so familiar to him, it seemed to be something from another life, a song the two of them would dance to. Little did he know some day Rose would dance to that same tune as Dante attempted to take over her form. Her body was old now, old and frail, he knew sooner rather than later she'd have to jump to another to preserve her fleeting life. If he could stop her before she was so able to, he might have a chance to end this all. In one fell stroke.
As he walked down the hallowed, empty halls of the ghost city, he couldn't help but think that it was wishful thinking to do such. He couldn't help but think of his wife, and his children, and wanting to be with them. And as he did, he thought of his son, the one he'd tried to bring back, the one now, the twisted, disgusting goblin of a parody of the boy he'd loved. The one who'd wanted to follow in his steps, the Mercury killed him, because he wanted to know alchemy, and chemistry, and know all the things his father knew..and more. And that desire consumed him, until he was gone.
He pushed his glasses up his nose as his gaze, tired but strong as steel, continued down the darkened streets. He couldn't help but know that today was going to be a life changing day, for them all.
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Greed
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"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Sept 19, 2008 11:51:56 GMT -6
Wrath, continued down the streets of Central.
With Martel in tow.
He may had appeared young, but he was much older in fact.
The young boy, ran down the streets and hearing the woman's bickering. He looked up to her with his cat-like eyes. "You talk to much.." He said, forcing some of the rope-like material made from the other things from earlier around her mouth.
He could feel Greed catching up, so he ran faster. Till he saw a man, who made his hair stand on end. He hissed at the male.
Whom he recognized from Dante's stories about him.
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Greed, was gaining on Wrath. Though, every breathe of the way he was insulting his counter-part.
"Fast little fucker, ain't he? I should rip off his legs." He mummbled as he chased him. As Wrath stopped so did he.
He knew who this man was, he can slightly recall meeting him once or twice. He said in a cocky voice. "Yo', old man. How ya' been." He was in a leisurely pose now. Since he knew Wrath was utterly out matched, with them both in the same area.
Wrath, would not even try to fight.
((Sorry for the lazy post, I been sick.. And it's getting worse.))
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 19, 2008 13:40:56 GMT -6
As the boy wrapped the materials around her mother, Martel struggled a little more. She was just trying to break free, not anger the kid. After all, who knew what Dante meant by "hurting" her? For all she knew, as long as her babies survived, the kid could do anything to her.
Noticing the kid stop, she tried to see what was up. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see the man. Why did Wrath and Greed stop after seeing him? It was obvious that they all knew each other, but how?
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Post by dante on Sept 19, 2008 14:09:52 GMT -6
Dante made her way down a long abandoned street somewhere deep in the ancient city she and her old lover sank those many centuries ago, clutching onto her aching arm. During her battle with Greed and his minions, she ended up fracturing her right arm and bruising her face rather badly. Not only that, she could also feel blood seeping through a gash beneath her skirt.
Her injuries would not have been serious if her body were not in such a critical condition. The vessel that was once her adopted daughter would have probably lasted for another two months before the rot claimed it, but now she needed to transfer out of it as soon as possible. This meant she could no longer mend her relationship with Izumi, leaving her as a possible threat to her plans. Those foolish insects would pay dearly for interfering with her plans!
A squad of stone demons accompanied her down the street, their heavy feet leaving imprints in the cobblestone below. She had conjured them shortly after fleeing from her battle with Arythe, just in case someone dared to attack her. A mangled corpse was lodged between the jaws of one of the monstrosities, the remains of a teenage girl who was unlucky enough to come across Dante on her journey to the chapel above her lair. Being the paranoid woman that she was, she opted to eliminate the potential threat instead of sparing her life.
She kept her aged eyes fixed on Wrath, who was already a few feet ahead of her. When she saw him come to a stop, she raised a brow curiously and stepped forward. And what she saw made her believe there was likely some sort of God, as such a meeting could not be a coincidence, especially at such a critical time. The impressive figure of Hohenheim of Light stood before her, smack dab in the middle of the city he helped her destroy those many years ago.
"We need to stop meeting like this, darling," she hissed at him through gritted teeth. "If you're here to attempt to save me, you might as well leave right now. I am in no mood for your pointless drivel, you old fool."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 20, 2008 16:13:11 GMT -6
Seeing that Dante was somewhat distracted by the strange man, Martel attempted to break free of Wrath's grasp. After all, almost anything could be broken with enough force. So she began struggling to break the bindings. However, the more she struggled, the tighter the kid's grasp seem to become. Starting to feel very painful pressure on her spine, ribs, and stomach, Martel stopped her attempt to free herself.
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Post by rune on Sept 22, 2008 22:56:28 GMT -6
"Old man?" was what Hohenheim first uttered as he saw the black clad Homunculi approach him, one a boy, one a full grown man. It disheartened him to an incredible degree to think that Dante was using lives, alchemy, as play things in her schemes for the Stone. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit as they fell down slightly, slinking a bit down the bridge. He saw the woman, her clothes obviously former military issue and he could tell just by her movements that she was no ordinary human being. The traces of alchemic enhancement, modification by alchemy; could be seen within and about her.
His voice was more serious, stern and strong as he looked to his former lover and pupil in Dante. He could tell by the manner in which she carried herself she was injured, she'd likely have to use what little power the stone fragment he'd left her to perform a jump from her current body to a new one. He spoke then, his voice serious and the epitomy of strength and power. His manner and powerful air about him undaunted by the form he was in for far too long, that was rotting around him. "I agree completely."
He looked the others over, he didn't recognize them, but it was folly to assume they were the only ones. She probably had all of the sins in various places, doing her twisted bidding as he stood there. Then his golden eyes didn't leave Dante of the deep woods. He continued then "Not this time Dante." his voice, the strength and intent within it made it all but obvious he came here with no altruistic cause, no noble aspirations to save her from herself. Perhaps he was here to stop her.
He saw the lifeless form of the girl in the demon's maw, his eyes went wide momentarily and then he recomposed himself. "Your soul is beyond salvation." his tone and manner, scorning glare and bitter mannerism, made it clear she'd crossed a great line.
"I come here baring a choice. For you. End this now, leave my sons out of your malicious games, cut the strings you've laced around humanity, like some form of perverse puppeteer..do this and I'll reveal to you why your body keeps dying, rotting as if it were a lifeless cadaver."
With that he took a step forward, continuing "Or don't. And I'll put an end to this myself. As I should have 400 years ago." his voice was both strong and threatening then, he was fully intent on ending this by force if she did not agree to it. Perhaps he was the only one who could.
Should. His boys shouldn't have to bare his burden any longer, to hold his cross, to pay for his sins. His voice was softer then, as if trying to convince her of it in a more congenial manner then "You have the power here Dante. For once in your life use it wisely. Make the right choice."
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Post by bentokai on Sept 25, 2008 9:43:22 GMT -6
As gluttony raced into town, he still clutched his special friend to chest. Although the alchemist had become stable, his breathing was very shallow now, coming in ragged, bloody, rasping snatches of life giving air. He was alive now, but soon if gluttony didn't find a doctor, he would be dead. searching frantically, crying out with the ruby red tears of a homunculus, Gluttony caught a faint smell. a smell of pure power, emanating from somewhere to his left. his legs -and arm that wasn't holding the now corpse like figure of the alchemist- tore the dirt beneath him like a tornado. gluttony was off like a shot, after the one thing that could save his friend. reaching the spot where the power emanated from, he looked around and spotted greed. looking past greed he saw the only figur he was actually afraid of, Hoenheim.
Moving closer to hear them speak, he understood the confrontation. it was commonly thought that gluttony was stupid. But this is not the case. gluttony in his own way was a genius. but his mind was so warped by the alchemy surrounding his creation he could almost never tap the resources of his brain. Gluttony could logic however and he wasn't about to miss this chance at making an ally.
Moving toward hoenheim gluttony placed the body of the alchemist at his feet and retreated a step. bowing respectfully and letting the real sorrow he felt show in his voice, he spoke softly :"Man of many powers, i understand that you see us as an abomination. i too dislike Dante, she is corrupt and vile and selfish. i am gluttony and i know too that i am an abomination. i know this. but i have never felt friendship before. this man knows of the seven abominations, knew that i was a creation of evil works and took pity on me. he was a friend for a little while. he spoke to me as an equal. he asked my name though by my auroburos marking he could have known anyway. he did not command me, but asked me to help him destroy the lady dante. that is why i left her. that is the reason i came to greed. he is my brother. please help him. he is dying." As gluttony ended his request the red tears flowed as a river and soaked the sand around him.
with a pleading look, he looked directly into his eyes. "p...l...e...a...s...e..." bowing his head he waited for the smiting blow from a power he couldn't comprehend.
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Post by dante on Sept 25, 2008 19:25:32 GMT -6
Dante felt a chill run up her spine when her old lover brought up her rotting body. She had tried to get answers out of him during their last meeting, but he had left without giving her an answer. Since then she had been trying to find a cure for the disease her rotting soul was inflicting on her body, but her efforts proved fruitless. Clutching her right arm, she could feel the bloody and decayed flesh through the fabric of her sleeve.
"How daft do you think I am?" she snapped at him, sounding thoroughly annoyed. Her body was failing her, and she was in no mood for his nonsense. "We both know that you would never raise a hand to me, so don't kid yourself."
She narrowed her eyes when Gluttony approached Hohenheim and implored him for his assistance. It surprised her that he had the mental capabilities to speak in such an intelligent manner. Apparently she had underestimated her creation. And it also seemed that Lust had been quite careless in keeping an eye on him, for Gluttony had been claimed by someone who somehow learned of her existence, presumably that alchemist that attacked her in Central.
But that mattered little. Gluttony would soon be eliminated and replaced, as would his traitorous sibling. And Arythe Stone... his curiosity would be the death of him.
"Enough of this nonsense!" the old woman yelled. "Hohenheim, I was a fool to leave you alive, to hold out hope that you would see the folly of your ways and join my side. You are the one who is beyond saving, and I grow tired of wasting my time on you. As long as I have the means to create the Philosopher's Stone, I will use it to live on till the end of days! But you.... I'm afraid your time has come, my darling Hohenheim."
Clapping her hands, she transmuted a crowd of stone demons from the ground, along with a pair of gargantuan serpents. It was a great feat to accomplish in such an aged form, and very exerting, as well. But she reasoned it would be enough to hold them off long enough for her to make her escape. And if not, she would be in quite a pickle.
"Wrath, bring our guest to the opera house! We need to get to Pride's office as soon as possible!" Dante yelled to her young minion as she rushed down the street, still accompanied by her personal escort of rocky abominations.
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Post by bentokai on Sept 29, 2008 18:45:13 GMT -6
Standing in the shadows Dr. Marco had heard enough. Running towards gluttony Marco already had the stone in his hand, already prepping the transmutation. When he got to the body of the prone alchemist he retrieved another, fresh stone and place one in each hand, healing the alchemist marco turned to watch the scene unfold.
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Arythe had been conscious the whole time and saw the doctor take out the philosophers stone and waited as his body healed. when he was fully recovered. he moved slowly at first going unnoticed by Marco. at the last possible second Arythe slammed a rock hard fist into the back of marcos head, knocking him out cold. Arythe searched marcos body but found only one additional stone. Giving one to gluttony he raced over to greed and said "this might help" handing him the third philosophers stone. "Lets finish this now." he said crushing the last stone into both his hands.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Sept 29, 2008 18:48:36 GMT -6
Martel wanted to scream at Arythe as he knocked out the doctor. She hadn't ever met the guy personally, but while in Lab 5 she heard stories about Tim Marcoh, a man who abondoned the military during the Ishball Massacre. And this guy fit the description she had heard! How stupid did you have to be to knock out a doctor, espically one that could actually help in your current situation?
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Post by bentokai on Sept 29, 2008 19:02:59 GMT -6
Gluttony took the strange orb of liquid red and ate it. a rushing boom sounded and sand was blown every where. gluttony transformed into an ultimate creation of hunger and malice towards his old master. "GGGRRRAAAAWWWWW." it was a sounfd that could be heard all the way to ishbala. his gigantic maw opening to more than thirty feet high and fifty feet wide he powered his way toward the thing he hated the most, Dante. it did not matter what lay in his way. sand, whole buildings. he ate it indiscriminately.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 4, 2008 18:20:05 GMT -6
Dorochet arrived on the scene just in time to see Gluttony's transformation. "Stop it, you idiot!" he ordered. He wasn't sure if Gluttony would be able to stop himself from harming Martel, not to mention any people actually living in the buildings he was swallowing. The dog-chimera turned to face Arythe, noticing the doctor on the ground. "What the hell happened?"
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Post by bentokai on Oct 5, 2008 7:54:55 GMT -6
Screeching to a halt and transforming to a less souped up form of himself gluttony got a hold of himself before he did any real damage. suddenly an inner force seemed to be struggling with gluttony's mind.
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Arythe felt the power in his hands as a strangely alien force pulsing through the stream of arcana in his body. thrusting his hands outward a bolt of lightning shot from between his hands straight at dante.
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Post by bentokai on Oct 5, 2008 7:54:36 GMT -6
Screeching to a halt and transforming to a less souped up form of himself gluttony got a hold of himself before he did any real damage. suddenly an inner force seemed to be struggling with gluttony's mind.
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Arythe felt the power in his hands as a strangely alien force pulsing through the stream of arcana in his body. thrusting his hands outward a bolt of lightning shot from between his hands straight at dante.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 5, 2008 7:57:07 GMT -6
Dorochet was getting pissed off. Trying to stop Arythe, he smacked the alchemist on the back of the head with his sword handle. "What do you think you're doing?!" he yelled, knocking Arythe to the ground.
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Post by bentokai on Oct 5, 2008 19:22:22 GMT -6
"I didn't mean to do any thing. I was testing the effects of the stone on Arana, the form of alchemy that I use. It wasn't supposed to do anything but glow, i guess these thing are really as powerfull as i had rememb-"cutting self off he looked at greed for approval."Um... as i had heard."
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 5, 2008 19:25:46 GMT -6
"Do you realize if you miss, you could end up killing three innocent people?" Dorochet asked angrily. Normally he didn't care too much about the lives of other people. But, Martel was his friend and as far as he could tell, both Greed and Martel cared about their unborn children. And even if Martel survived an electric shock, the babies surely wouldn't.
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Post by bentokai on Oct 6, 2008 18:18:46 GMT -6
"I wasn't going to fire anything at anyone. Greed we need to get a plan started." Arythe was kind of worried he didnt really know what would happen under long exposure to the stone.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Oct 6, 2008 19:24:12 GMT -6
//Wrath\\
Still keeping his grip on Martel, Wrath transmuted more stone to grab the stones away from Greed and also whip Gluttony away. As soon as that was out of the way, he made his way towards the opera house, as Dante intruscted.
Martel stuggled slightly, but stopped when Wrath tightened his grip slightly.
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Post by rune on Oct 7, 2008 20:59:22 GMT -6
"You fool Dante!" he shouted as he clapped his own hands together, although Hohenheim of light's province lay in transmuting small, inconceivable, immaterial things to those of formidable size shape and prominence, specifically light, and just about anything else, anything would do. As she showcased when with a clap of his big hands he transmuted the air, light, particles in it to shards, of ice, strong, sharp shards, some incredibly large, others small enough to fit on a pin's head. They surrounded and protected him from Dante's demonic and serpentine barrage, in an attempt to skewer her foul creations like kabob.
He emerged from the field of Ice Shards he created, if the technique had worked to defeat them he was unsure, but as he stepped from the field he realized the tactic she'd employed. It was a desperate move, from a desperate woman. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he came to the realization that she'd only used it to get away, it'd worked apparently, for he was nowhere to be found.
As he walked on then, his stride was strong and purposeful, confident and powerful, like the day he'd eventually bust in on her hideout. However it was clear such a massive transmutation had taken a small toll on a dying and worn out form. He walked with the slightest, almost unnoticeable absence of a small iota of strength. He let out a long breath then and walked to the large doors of the opera house. He knew it was more than likely a trap, more than likely her Homunculi creatures and even the bizarre chimeras she seemed to have under her employ would be waiting. It didn't matter to him anymore. He was a man on a mission, he was a father, a husband, and the only thing he was meant for now was to protect what was most important to him. His family. He'd do whatever needed to be done to do that, even if it meant facing her, every twisted monster she created, even the entire puppet army of Central if it need be.
He walked into the hall then, his feet echoing to the largely empty amphitheater, his coat billowing as his loud voice boomed though vacant halls and echelons that were so familiar. "Dante. You have the power to end this"
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