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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 28, 2007 0:11:02 GMT -5
A man sat at a small table in a cafe in Central, stirring what appeared to be some kind of puree. His hair swept back in dreadlocks, his eyebrows wild and unkempt, he looked every part a ruffian. A large black scarf covered his mouth, leaving only his eerily bluish eyes to emote.
He constantly kept his eyes on the street, shiftily eyeing every vehicle that passed him by. When a military transport passed by, he immediately slouched down and attempted to become as inconspicuous as possible. He really did not want to deal with them.
Sensing a presence behind him, he began to turn to look over his left shoulder...
OOC: Feel free to jump in as the presence, or otherwise join in.
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Post by kazkame on Jun 28, 2007 8:18:22 GMT -5
To reveal a man with blue beret picking his nose, now noticing he was being watched he began to lower his finger. “Oh excuse me sir ummm…. how awkward”, he said cleaning his hands. “I think I have ruined your meal…, so I’ll get you a pastry or some thing.” The man began to walk away towards the café with his hands in his pocket.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jun 28, 2007 13:55:42 GMT -5
OOC- I'll make a charactor and jump in on this Friday.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 28, 2007 20:54:15 GMT -5
"Quite alright. It's not as if I could eat a pastry anyways." The man's voice was weak and low, as if he had troubled breathing. He paused, lifted his drink to his face, and then remembered something. Setting it down, he slipped a small glass straw from his pocket into the drink. He then slipped his scarf over the straw, continuing to mask the lower half of his face as he took a sip of his drink.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jun 28, 2007 22:07:30 GMT -5
A few tables away a man sat with his right hand in an odd position. His hands were clad in black leather gloves with the fingers skillfully removed. Just above the mans palm floated an orb of water that seemed to spin like it was truly ment to do it. The man himself was well dressed. He wore a black dress shirt what was beautifully ironed as well as a perfectly pressed pair of black slacks. A pair of dress shoes that were so polished that they acted as mirrors graced his feet. A black tie and black sun glasses topped off the whole dark figure. He wore a perfectly trimmed goatee and short hair. Everything was in order with this man, almost to the point of being obsessive.
The dark looking man watched the conversing pair closely. There was something about the two of them that made his slightly nervous. Something wasn't quite right. He twitched a muscle quickly and the orb of water that lofted above his hand landed back in a nearby glass. he needed to be on guard, but for what was unclear. He raised a hand to a nearby waiter and requested nine more glasses of water. When asked what for, the man simply smiled.
"You can never be to prepared."
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Post by kazkame on Jun 29, 2007 10:29:23 GMT -5
The man decided to turn back towards the man’s table and took a seat. He began to rummage through his coat pocket to find a cigarette and his lighter. He motioned to the man, but he seemed the non smoking type. Putting away his lighter he began to talk to the man. “So, you seem a little perturbed, I don’t understand why it’s such a nice day. Just the way I like a nice mild temperature.” The man gave a quick smile and put out his cigarette in the ground. “So stranger what brings you to central today?” he said staring at his odd bluish eyes.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 29, 2007 11:01:42 GMT -5
"Well, if you must know, I'm here because I was born here last week." The man said cryptically, finishing his frappe. "So, now, I'm just trying to find some spot that I can fit into in this city, some line of work or such that would be capable of utilizing my capabilities." He still did not move his scarf.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jun 29, 2007 12:33:39 GMT -5
At the edge of the Café, near the exit, sat a man who was very out of place. With his brown skin and red eyes it was no mystery that he was an Ishbalan. Short tan hair graced his head like peach fuzz and his clothes were not the usual rags of his people. Instead he wore clothes similar to that of other people in Central – a plain button shirt and canvas pants. What completed this odd picture were bandages covering the back of his hands.
The food on his plate had barely been touched and now he merely pushed it around on plate. When he over heard someone say they had just been ‘born’ he lost his appetite completely.
‘So,’ he thought to himself, ‘I have found another.’
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Post by kazkame on Jun 29, 2007 15:52:22 GMT -5
The Ishbalan nearly feel out of his seat when he heard the man. “Wait wait wait, you were born last week? That’s impossible you’re a full grown person, unless you’re some thing else like…….” His eyes began to grow large and a smile came on his face. “Unless you a bug alien hybrid from a planet light years away that has come to destroy the world”, He said trying to hold back his laughter. “Sorry for laughing, those sci-fi novels are the only thing I read.” he began to feel uneasy for a minute, so he stared of into the sky. “Oh how thoughtless of me” he said slapping himself in the back of the head. “The name is Gene Valentine, nice to meet you uhh?” stretching out his hand as is custom when meeting someone.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 29, 2007 15:58:17 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose it was more of a rebirth, a change in what I fundamentally am." The man held out his hand, warey momentarilly, but then returning the shake. He wondered if the man noticed the peculiarity of his handshake, the coldness and the stinging sensation that seemed to accompany it. He still had not found a way to control it, and because of that, he usually avoided physical contact. The stinging wasn't too severe, usually, just about as bad as a bee sting.
He then noticed the man's hands, their texture. Good. Automail. His stings wouldn't affect that. He returned the shake heartily.
"Well, I really don't have a name right now. Used to, but not anymore. I'm thinking of one."
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Post by kazkame on Jun 29, 2007 16:15:40 GMT -5
Gene let go of the man’s hand and returned his to the table. “So what your story and where are you from? You seem a little different from the people around here. “
OOC: sry for the shortness but i cant figure out what else to do for now
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 29, 2007 16:51:00 GMT -5
"Well... How shall I say this... I'm not a 'people', so to speak. Used to be, but I'm not any more." His eyes carried the trace of a liar's smile. He looked towards the other two men currently occupying the café, and then leaned in to whisper to his companion.
"I take it that you're very unfamiliar with the current list of individuals wanted by the military."
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Post by kazkame on Jun 29, 2007 17:00:50 GMT -5
“I don’t really care for who’s on that list really. Most of my people have been on that list at one point. He moved in closer to the “person” in front of him and began to speak. “So a wanted man how odd, not many wanted men of the military stay in central. “ Gene now began to think who or what was this identity before him. <Hmm what could he be?> he pondered to himself. “Well my friend what are you wanted for?” he said softly not to alert others in the café.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 29, 2007 17:56:44 GMT -5
"For deserting my post and, to quote, 'Disobeying direct orders from a superior officer.'" He paused. "In my old life, I was a Private in the military. Then, things took a turn for the worse." The man held a finger to his scarf.
"You don't want to see what's under this."
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Post by kazkame on Jun 29, 2007 18:11:28 GMT -5
"well thats a heavy offense in the state. but still it Isn't that bad. hmm i think i know what you are..." He then began to couch uncontrollably due to his light asthma. " a Chimera maybe ?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 29, 2007 18:46:19 GMT -5
"Indeed. I had worked most of my years with the military as a lab assistant to alchemic researchers. Needless to say, my handling of harmful compounds was almost the end of me. I came down with lung cancer. The doctors couldn't find a way of curing me, so I decided to go for a crapshoot, and applied for the invertebrate-chimera project."
"Well, on the positive side, I no longer have any lungs. But they wanted me to stay there 24-7 as a guinea pig, and... Well, I just couldn't have that." He paused, letting his tale sink in. Hopefully, his indistinct mumble had masked it from the others, but he could not be sure of that. This man here was almost disarmingly friendly to him, even if he could possibly be dangerous...
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jun 29, 2007 19:05:58 GMT -5
"These two seem to do nothing but talk. I'm getting sick of this. I wish one of them would do something. I even thought that fool Gene would have remembered me by now. It's not like we haven't run into each other before. Then there's the monster there. He's gonna be a big payday for me. But what about that Ishbalan over there? He seems to be eying my prize as well. I've have to do this quietly." the darkly clad man thought to himself.
Silently, the man placed his hands together and then a faint blue glow burst from them. He moved his hands under the table and the water in one of his glasses turned into an orb and slid slowly over the table and hovered across the ground. The ball of water slid under the table of the to talking men and transformed again. From the orb came quick needles of water that attacked the shins of Gene. The needles woudn't have done much damage, but they could be very painful.
"This will get interesting now." the man thought as a smile formed on his face.
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Post by kazkame on Jun 29, 2007 22:27:30 GMT -5
Gene was about to say something witty like wow I’m a genius or something like that, but a sharp pain in his shin popped up out of nowhere. “Damm, what the hell was that!!” he said eyeing his shin. He noticed a number of small puncture holes in his pants which felt a bit odd. “Ok there something odd going on here and its freaking me out” he exclaimed softly to his new friend. “I suggest we go to my place or somewhere else to finish your story and find you a way out of central. He began to rummage through his pockets franticly for the money to pay for the drinks. Eyeing the people in the café he began to motion to the chimera to follow him. He began to walk towards his apartment near the train station but stopped after a bit to talk to the chimera. “Come on umm, gosh I need to call you something. How about I call you Vincent or v or something like that till you figure out your new name?”
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 2, 2007 10:35:30 GMT -5
The Ishbalan watched the orb of water float across the floor and reform into needles. He wasn’t sure who sent it but when the two people got up and left he didn’t care. Whoever had sent it had accomplished exactly what he had been trying to figure out how to do – get them both out of the café and away from people.
The Ishbalan walked out of the café after them and would follow and wait till his chance arose.
OOC- Crappy but I have a time limit today...
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 2, 2007 23:32:38 GMT -5
"Vincent? Hell no. That was my uncle's name." The chimera objected strongly, gesturing emphatically. He thought for a moment. "How about Goette? It's a weird name, but I think it's fitting." If the man had been struck by the needles, he apparently had received very little discomfort from it. He looked around carefully, hoping not to be noticed by any other military personelle.
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Post by kazkame on Jul 4, 2007 22:24:16 GMT -5
OOC: DL oh DL where are you ?
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 4, 2007 23:12:22 GMT -5
OOC-I'll get something up tomorrow...I'm about to pass out.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 5, 2007 18:11:22 GMT -5
The man smiled slightly as Gene and Goette left the cafe and began down the street together. He dropped a few bills on the table and began towards the door. Near the enterance he grabbed a black, military style jacket with standard silver and gold trim. Moving swiftly he threw the jacket around his body and buttoned it with little effort. Two glaring differences between this jacket and standard military ones was the lack of rank badges and the addition of a black hood. The man threw the hood up and disappeared into a nearby alley.
Moments later, a large orb of water struck the ground in front of the two conversing beings as they strode down the street. From the shadows came the hooded figure, holding an orb of water a foot in diameter at his side. His hood hid all facial feature sans his piercing blue eyes. Everything stood still for a few moments and then a crisp chuckle rang out from the mans mouth.
"Gene Valentine, otherwise known as Terra Fist, you stand accused of aiding a creation of an unforgivable tresspass against our government. As for the beast himself, the crime is clear. The verdict is guilty for both of you, and the sentence is death. Your punishment will be carried out at Central Headquarters. If you do not comply and follow me to your fate, then you shall be disposed of here and now." the man stated coldly.
"Since it is your right to know who has judged you, I will be glad to inform you. My name is William Archibald Walsh, also known as Hood the Aqua Form Alchemist, leader of the Assassin Alchemists of Central. So, shall you comply?" Hood sneared.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 6, 2007 10:00:40 GMT -5
The familiar crackle of matter being broken down and rebuilt filled the street. A large stone and steel wall grew up out of the ground cutting the two alchemists off from the chimera. Standing atop the wall was the Ishbalan man from the café.
“Alchemists my fight is not with you, but with the abomination.” He said, turning to face the chimera.
He knew that wasting time on words would only allow time for things to go wrong. Not wanting to give bad luck the chance he quickly turned his attention to the chimera and leapt down towards him. As he fell he allowed his hand to skid along the wall. Something beneath the bandages on his hands gave off a bright blue glow and sent crackling energy running down the side of the wall. Halfway down a large diving board had formed sticking out of the wall. The Ishbalan landed on it and sprung himself back into the air.
As he somersaulted he placed his hands together. Once more the blue glowing light appeared, this time on the back of both hands, and his bandages were reconstructed into a long whip. He landed gracefully behind the chimera and held the whip in his right hand. It was clear now what the bandages had been covering. On the back of his hands were transmutation circles burned into his flesh.
“I have dedicated my life to hunting and killing homunculi. Your kind is an affront to humanity. You shall die,” The Ishbalan charged forward and slung the end of his whip at the chimera.
OOC- So yeah, case of mistaken identity.
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Post by kazkame on Jul 6, 2007 11:21:12 GMT -5
Gene now found himself in an odd predicament, two alchemists both hunting Goette for some reason. He now had two wall one was an alchemist and the other real. "you really have out done yourself Walsch . If you want to bring me in, it better be in a body bag." he said with a serious tone. Gene quickly slammed his fist in to the ground as a purple flash appeared. His hands were now covered with concrete fist, his signature technique.gene decided to crack his stone knuckles to get the feel of his fist.
Deciding to take the initiative he began to run towards the "hunter".
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 6, 2007 14:42:11 GMT -5
"Any fate is better than the one that you MONSTERS subjected me to!" Goette responded passionately. He started stepping towards Walsh when he heard a second challenger.
"I am not an animal or some kind of robot or doll. I am a human being, even if I'm different from the rest of you!" He took the lash of the whip across his arm, and a spurt of blue blood accompanied it. Snarling in pain, he lunged for the Ishbalan, palms open. He attempted to slap the man in the face. Though normally not a formidable offense, his stings would leave vicious, painful marks if he so much as grazed the man.
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