Feeding Curiosity

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Marcoh slowly walked into the bar. He had been told there was a homunculus here- one that was different from the others in that it didn't terrorize humans. Not on a regular basis, anyway. Being an alchemist, Marcoh did have an inbred curiosity, which he had to satisfy.

Looking around the room, he tried to call out, but his voice hitched in his throat. He was afraid of this place.

[Greed]

Naturally, not being human, Greed's senses were much more in tune then a normal person's. He already knew there was an intruder, however, this one was different.
"This smell..?" he asked the darkness of the Devil's nest, quietly.
He made way to the location of it, minding his steps as to not make a sound.
The alchemist made his way further into the building, and Greed took a step to the male's side.
His eyes glew an intense crimson red from behind his shades, as he loomed over the doctor.
" 'Least you could do is knock, doc'.." he remarked, teasingly.
He sat his form upright so that the doctor could see him well.
Of course, this is after the possibility of already scaring the life out of the man.
"What brings you here, not that I can't say it's convenient." he told the doctor, almost casually.

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Marcoh stepped back slightly. "Just rumors" he said, shaking slightly. "And how do you know I'm a doctor?"

Nearby, Dorochette was growling slightly. "Don't trust him, boss. He was one of the alchemist in charge of Labratory Five" he warned to the homunculus.

[Greed]

"I know that, ol' friend. However, he is of use to me." he said, inventively.
He loomed in closer to the man, his face forming into a grin.
"I was lookin' for you, so naturally I know a bit." he retorted, playfully. Almost like a taunt.
"I need your talents, doc'. Scratch my back, I scratch yours. Understand?" he commented, making an attempt to seal the deal. So that he may save his lover. Over the span of time, however long or short it may have been, Greed grew a resolve. He didn't fully understand everything, however, he was willing to go to hell and back for Martel and the kids. And he intended to do just that.

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"Why do you need me?" Marcoh asked, stepping back slightly. His eyes began to wander, until he saw Greed's hand. There it was- the Ouroburous tattoo. "So it's true" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Greed]

Watching the male's gaze, he grinned. Raising his left hand, and clenching it into a fist in front of the two.
"Yes, I am Greed. The rouge of the Homunculi." he said, nearly sounding proud of it.
"I need you to help me save someone. Yes, I know the stories, we are not supposed to have a heart. However, I don't care about the details. I want this done. S'ides, if I were like the rest do you think I would have such loyal followers?" he said, and put a obvious proud emphasis on the last sentence.

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"Who needs saving? Who do you care enough about to want to help?" the doctor asked, his body still shaking slightly. He was terrified of this person. Now he knew if Greed tried to kill him, he'd have no way to defend himself.

[Greed]

"I know how you alchemists think. Especially about my case. However, fuck the details. I want to save one of my own. And that should be justification enough to help me. What do you say? I would pay you back. Just help.." he said, tauntingly. However, near the end his voice broke. He trailed off after that. He was still so mad at himself for letting such things happen. He couldn't bring himself to forgive himself if anything happened to her or the kids.

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Even though he was sure he wasn't supposed to, Marcoh heard the Homunculus's change in emotion. "I have a feeling this person is special, even compared to the rest of your comrades".

[Greed]

Greed clenched his jagged teeth slightly, in reply to the male's keen perceptiveness.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." he replied, passively. As if his mind was else where.
"Either way, you in or out?" he said, trying to build a mutual respect between the two. As to keep from either of them having to fork over too much of their personal business.

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Marcoh paused for a moment, as though contemplating his choices. Finally, he nodded, but didn't say a word. This was strange. How could a soul-less being care about anyone or anything? Whoever they'd be going after had to have some form of personal relationship with Greed.

Dorochette stepped over to his boss. "Hey" he said, looking at him, "You okay?"

[Greed]

"Yeah, I am fine." he told his friend casually.
He then tilted his head to the side, and gave a grin.
"In fact, I've never felt better." he said, giving the impression he was already planning something.
"Get the rest ready, we have some storming to do." he said, sadistically. Referring to the fact they was going to host an attack. So that he may finally get back, Martel.

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Dorochette was suddenly a little uneasy. "Hey, boss" he said, keeping his voice low so the newcomer wouldn't hear. "You sure you're going to be able to deal with this? I mean, what could've happened?"

[Greed]

"I'll take care of it, Dorochette." he said, comfortingly.
"If you recall, I stood my own to even Pride. So, as long as I got you watching my ass, I have nothing to worry about." he remarked, confidently.
"I trust you guys with my life, so lets not make me look like an idiot. Okay?" he said, reassuringly to the male.

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"It's not you I'm worried about" the chimera said. "It's Martel" he told his boss, the tone of his voice suggesting exactly what he meant. The embryos had been nearly dead when they had gotten Martel back to the Devil's Nest, and that drug she'd been given had most likely damaged them even more.

[Greed]

Greed was no fool, he had already thought of that.
"I owe you more then I can pay, I know this. All I ask is that you trust me." he retorted in a small hiss.
Using his voice like a dog whistle, so that the doctor could not hear but his dog like pal could, he said: "If we can manage to get her back, I have an idea to save her and the babies. If we can get her to the devil's nest, safely. Though, between me and you, I might not get the good side of this deal." he said in such a way. A small grin formed upon his lips, that suggested this was a huge decision for Greed. But none the less, he was going to do it.

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"If they're even still alive" Dorochette said, looking at Greed in regret. He hoped his boss understood who he meant.

Suddenly Gluttony came into the room. "Brother....are we going to get Brother's babies and the Pretty Lady now?"

Marcoh's eyes widened. "How...." he asked, his attention turning to Greed.

[Greed]

Greed sighed, he wanted to yell at Gluttony for saying too much, though there was no point now that it was already said.
"Yes, brother. We are. So, rally up the others. We go tonight." he said, knowing the plump male would grow excited and rally up pretty much everyone.
He turned to, Marcoh.
"Yes, it's true. I may be fake, however, my body is still real. So, do the math." he said, trying to make this quick as possible.
"Now you know some of my reasoning. In which should earn me your loyalties. So, if you don't mind, I would like to use you and your skills. After that, I will pay you back, and you may do as you please." he said, wholeheartedly. Trying to make short work of this moment.

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"I will help, but I'm not sure how far my skills will go. Statistics would say that the odds of both the mother and the fetuses surviving are slim to none. Either her body will reject the pregnancy or it will put too much of a strain on her" the doctor said, his voice grim.

Dorochette smirked slightly. "So, what's the plan, boss?"

[Greed]

Greed then grabbed the doctor by the scuff of the neck, and pinned him to the nearest wall.
"I think, I would know that by now." he said, through clenched teeth.
He then carbonized his hand, the one holding the male.
"Any worthwhile alchemist would have already added up what I intend to do, just by looking at my hand." he said, menacingly.
His ability enabled him to control his body chemistry at will, and then turn it into a shield over his body.
Greed planned to use Marcoh, to be a alchemical catalyst, so that he may project his powers into a form that may save Martel. The effect it could have on Greed was still debatable, but it was not looking too good.
"Do we have an understanding?" he said, releasing the doctor and returning his hand to its former state.