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Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Thu Apr 28, 2011 10:19 pm
It was a most auspicious day as Central was awfully quiet. Too quiet in fact. Citizens were walking around with a lack of a fat person these days. Nikolaus was sniffing a bit of the poobah powder he has before briefly inserting the already lit tobacco pipe to his mouth. Inhaling the noxious fumes and exhaling. Looking at the photo of Miss Sparklebutt on the photo as he suddenly gained a flashback.
Yeah... Niko never got the fact why things just HAVE to be black and white in flashbacks as it appears, and blurry. I mean he remembers everything PERFECTLY without blurs and with vivid color. So why his mind does this is beyond Nikolaus. Anyways, he was sitting at his office, it was morning time. He had just been researching on a certain mystery woman as he was researching more about the license plate...
RING RING RING A DING A LING A RING.
The phone rang. Nikolaus reached for it and picked it up, pressing it against his ears.
"Hey! You reached for Lieutenant Nikolaus Stuka, professional security officer, NOT a mall-rent-a-cop, and enemy of all things from Xing, how may I help you?"
"Uh... I was told to look for you, that you can solve my pro--"
"Meet me at the love hostel so that we may gaze into each other's eyes for one last time."
*CLICK*
Nikolaus hung up.
RING RING RING A DING A LING A RING.
The blonde picked up the telephone once again, pressing the phone against his ears.
"Hey Donita!"
"Uh... no, this is Akasia. I called a second ago and you hung up on me."
"Your name is Akasia? Is THAT a Xingese name?"
"No, it's Ishballan."
"Capital! Between you and me, the Xingese need a good kick to their balls, their testicles, the source of their evil Alkahestric powers."
"Well... erm... okay... listen, I need your help. My Miss Sparklebutt ran away from my home! I was told you were the only officer free to help in the search since all others turned this down and recommended you, here, I'll tell you the last time I saw him, it was at th--"
*CLICK*
He hung up again.
"AND SO ANOTHER QUEST BEGINS! Filled with romance! Suspense! And.... WAFFLES! OFF I GO!"
Nikolaus ran off from his office, jumped out the window and landed on a pile of stacked grass and headed to go to the streets, the sidewalks anyways.
So he looked at the photo as he remembered getting a phone call, but not the picture. Oddly enough it was a paper of a LOLCAT which Nikolaus had mistaken for genuine. But now that he remembers how he got the quest in the first place...
"Now where to look for a fat cat? Ah well, I'll just keep walking around in aimlessly, that's probably how most of my quests are solved." Thought Nikolaus as he walked by the sidewalk wearing his SMG... awfully overarmed for a search for a cat. Waltzing around with careless abandon as streets were... less crowded than usual in the capital of Amestris oddly enough. It was noon at this point.
(FOR ZE PICTURE OF ZE LOLCAT IN THE PICTURE, here it is.)
~FLASHBACK~
Yeah... Niko never got the fact why things just HAVE to be black and white in flashbacks as it appears, and blurry. I mean he remembers everything PERFECTLY without blurs and with vivid color. So why his mind does this is beyond Nikolaus. Anyways, he was sitting at his office, it was morning time. He had just been researching on a certain mystery woman as he was researching more about the license plate...
RING RING RING A DING A LING A RING.
The phone rang. Nikolaus reached for it and picked it up, pressing it against his ears.
"Hey! You reached for Lieutenant Nikolaus Stuka, professional security officer, NOT a mall-rent-a-cop, and enemy of all things from Xing, how may I help you?"
"Uh... I was told to look for you, that you can solve my pro--"
"Meet me at the love hostel so that we may gaze into each other's eyes for one last time."
*CLICK*
Nikolaus hung up.
RING RING RING A DING A LING A RING.
The blonde picked up the telephone once again, pressing the phone against his ears.
"Hey Donita!"
"Uh... no, this is Akasia. I called a second ago and you hung up on me."
"Your name is Akasia? Is THAT a Xingese name?"
"No, it's Ishballan."
"Capital! Between you and me, the Xingese need a good kick to their balls, their testicles, the source of their evil Alkahestric powers."
"Well... erm... okay... listen, I need your help. My Miss Sparklebutt ran away from my home! I was told you were the only officer free to help in the search since all others turned this down and recommended you, here, I'll tell you the last time I saw him, it was at th--"
*CLICK*
He hung up again.
"AND SO ANOTHER QUEST BEGINS! Filled with romance! Suspense! And.... WAFFLES! OFF I GO!"
Nikolaus ran off from his office, jumped out the window and landed on a pile of stacked grass and headed to go to the streets, the sidewalks anyways.
~END FLASHBACK~
So he looked at the photo as he remembered getting a phone call, but not the picture. Oddly enough it was a paper of a LOLCAT which Nikolaus had mistaken for genuine. But now that he remembers how he got the quest in the first place...
"Now where to look for a fat cat? Ah well, I'll just keep walking around in aimlessly, that's probably how most of my quests are solved." Thought Nikolaus as he walked by the sidewalk wearing his SMG... awfully overarmed for a search for a cat. Waltzing around with careless abandon as streets were... less crowded than usual in the capital of Amestris oddly enough. It was noon at this point.
(FOR ZE PICTURE OF ZE LOLCAT IN THE PICTURE, here it is.)
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Fri Apr 29, 2011 12:10 am
A young boy was wandering around the quiet streets of Central...no, not a boy. He had white cat ears and even a tail, and there was something strange about him...oh, well. The few people that did notice him gave him strange looks, but Sal paid them no mind. He was looking for food, and lots of it. He hadn't eaten for at least 10 minutes, and he couldn't stand going without food anymore! It was as though his stomach had become a bottomless pit...oh, right. It did. With a sigh, he hung his head and walked. He was hungry for some fresh meat, but there were still too many people around for him to just find a living thing and lift it up to his mouth. It's warm, delicious, red, satisfying...
"Bah!" He shook his head and walked over to an ice cream stand. He didn't have much money in his pocket, but it would have to do...or else the man behind the counter wouldn't be alive to sell any more ice cream. He put on his cutest, most innocent face and asked for 3, no...6 scoops of ice cream. The man kindly obliged, even though Sal didn't have enough to pay the normal price...In the end, he had 2 cones with 3 scoops of chocolate each. Without even pausing to enjoy them, he tossed them into his mouth and swallowed them whole. Feh. He still wanted that meat...
That's when he saw a man in a military uniform...with a weapon? Oh, my. Sal licked his fingers and watched. This could be interesting....
"Bah!" He shook his head and walked over to an ice cream stand. He didn't have much money in his pocket, but it would have to do...or else the man behind the counter wouldn't be alive to sell any more ice cream. He put on his cutest, most innocent face and asked for 3, no...6 scoops of ice cream. The man kindly obliged, even though Sal didn't have enough to pay the normal price...In the end, he had 2 cones with 3 scoops of chocolate each. Without even pausing to enjoy them, he tossed them into his mouth and swallowed them whole. Feh. He still wanted that meat...
That's when he saw a man in a military uniform...with a weapon? Oh, my. Sal licked his fingers and watched. This could be interesting....
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Fri Apr 29, 2011 1:24 am
Nikolaus was looking at the picture only for a moment of clarity and revelation to hit him straight up on his face in the form of a metaphorical arrow penetrating his skull and exiting out whilst his brains are blown all over the streets and people are screaming loudly in the presence... metaphorically. Well, it was a REALLY good idea, so he looks around to look for the competent-looking person in the vicinity. Except the ice cream man, he just drove off thusly his help in the time of need cannot be gathered.
So, he stopped and looked around as he deduces who is the worthy candidate for helping him in this pivotal investigation that might determine the fate of Amestris on a national wide basis in the search for Miss Sparklebutt.
First up is the private eye detective with a several decade of experience solving the toughest crime cases from such little evidence. Since Nikolaus recognizes him from the corner.
"Nah."
Second up is the man wearing shades who has a spy badge out on his overcoat with the ability to dig up any information and find anyone to assassinate within a span of an hour from several miles easily. Niko also knows him.
"Nah."
Third up is some person that resembles a furry or probably a neko cosplayer with an apparently suspicious grin, lack of credentials to prove his skills AND is in fact a relative unknown amongst military circle and even unknown to Niko.
"KA-CHING! Now that's the investigator I am looking for!"
So he walks up to the neko-thing that Nikolaus identifies as a cosplaying cosplayer of cosplay. Pointing at him before UN-pointing at him.
"YOU THERE! YES YOU THE COSPLAYER!" Nikolaus yelled, he was face-to-face with Sal as spit flies out at the Homunculus's face, "I shall require your bravest of brave services to your country and state! There is a crucial plot that may tear the unity of this nation that I am investigating, and you seem incompetent enough to be my investigative investigating investigator... PARTNER. What say you? Shall you render great service for great justice to your country of Amestris?! Also if you join up, I'll throw in a few donuts and an adoptable hobo later on as part of your reward."
So, he stopped and looked around as he deduces who is the worthy candidate for helping him in this pivotal investigation that might determine the fate of Amestris on a national wide basis in the search for Miss Sparklebutt.
First up is the private eye detective with a several decade of experience solving the toughest crime cases from such little evidence. Since Nikolaus recognizes him from the corner.
"Nah."
Second up is the man wearing shades who has a spy badge out on his overcoat with the ability to dig up any information and find anyone to assassinate within a span of an hour from several miles easily. Niko also knows him.
"Nah."
Third up is some person that resembles a furry or probably a neko cosplayer with an apparently suspicious grin, lack of credentials to prove his skills AND is in fact a relative unknown amongst military circle and even unknown to Niko.
"KA-CHING! Now that's the investigator I am looking for!"
So he walks up to the neko-thing that Nikolaus identifies as a cosplaying cosplayer of cosplay. Pointing at him before UN-pointing at him.
"YOU THERE! YES YOU THE COSPLAYER!" Nikolaus yelled, he was face-to-face with Sal as spit flies out at the Homunculus's face, "I shall require your bravest of brave services to your country and state! There is a crucial plot that may tear the unity of this nation that I am investigating, and you seem incompetent enough to be my investigative investigating investigator... PARTNER. What say you? Shall you render great service for great justice to your country of Amestris?! Also if you join up, I'll throw in a few donuts and an adoptable hobo later on as part of your reward."
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Sun May 01, 2011 1:32 am
Red eyes followed the blonde man as he walked along the street, carrying his weapon, seemingly analyzing the people he passed...until he reached Sal. After yelling obnoxiously at the latter about cosplaying, the man was in the boy's face, spitting as he spoke. Gross. Even though Sal was improving his Amestrian vocabulary, this man wasn't making much sense at all! Seriously! Well, a little bit, but Sal only picked out the part about investigating, being a partner, and the fact that there was somewhat decent compensation for his cooperation. Well, then. Sal wiped his face of the saliva. Ick.
So...to join this man in his enigmatic endeavors or not? Well, this man was military, obviously, but something told him that there were darker forces at work here. Aside from the obvious rewards of doughnuts and a...hobo, whatever that was...there was probably something he could get out of it. For example, this man could be a potential outside contact for the crew. Besides, today was too boring! This was going to be a perfect change of pace!
"Sir...I'm not know what want me do exact, but I will do any for reward, yes? Can explain me job?"
So...to join this man in his enigmatic endeavors or not? Well, this man was military, obviously, but something told him that there were darker forces at work here. Aside from the obvious rewards of doughnuts and a...hobo, whatever that was...there was probably something he could get out of it. For example, this man could be a potential outside contact for the crew. Besides, today was too boring! This was going to be a perfect change of pace!
"Sir...I'm not know what want me do exact, but I will do any for reward, yes? Can explain me job?"
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Mon May 02, 2011 1:30 am
"Yes-sir-ree, you weird freak of a silly cosplayer you." Says Nikolaus with a perky smile, continuing, "You work Sparklebutt, good, not Miss Sparklebutt, BAD, you no get, you DEAD MURDERED AND DESTROYE-- Ohoho, silly me, I got ahead of myself. Anyways, I am looking for Miss Sparklebutt, her disappearance could tear this nation apart therefore this mission is of the..."
He breathes in deeply.
"UTMOST IMPOORTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *2 minutes later* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNCCCCCEEEEEEEE."
He finally blinks after 2 minutes. Shining a smile at the Chimera/Homunculus/Cosplayer/man-Otaku-thing.
"So! Because I am hiring you for the good of the State, I require YOU to name a lead for a place to investigate, where a cat would most likely flee to hide from a deviously SINISTER mistress who happens to have a high position in the government."
(Lies, Nikolaus has absolutely no idea if Akasia the Ishaballan has a high role in the government or not, hence the demonstrated self-inflating his worth than it really is. Plus she sounded awfully nice over the phone, hence exaggeration.)
He breathes in deeply.
"UTMOST IMPOORTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *2 minutes later* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNCCCCCEEEEEEEE."
He finally blinks after 2 minutes. Shining a smile at the Chimera/Homunculus/Cosplayer/man-Otaku-thing.
"So! Because I am hiring you for the good of the State, I require YOU to name a lead for a place to investigate, where a cat would most likely flee to hide from a deviously SINISTER mistress who happens to have a high position in the government."
(Lies, Nikolaus has absolutely no idea if Akasia the Ishaballan has a high role in the government or not, hence the demonstrated self-inflating his worth than it really is. Plus she sounded awfully nice over the phone, hence exaggeration.)
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Wed May 04, 2011 12:10 am
'This guy sure talks a lot,' Sal thought, scratching his left ear. That oh-so-real white cat ear. The blonde militant spoke long and intently about the general information needed to begin with this quest, which for the most part just entailed finding someone or something called 'Miss Sparklebutt'. It was a rather strange name for whatever it was...it was overall an odd name...but Sal wasn't one to judge. After all, his name wasn't even Ishvallan, nor was it Amestrian. He wasn't sure exactly what origin his name had... Regardless, now was not the time to ponder the origins of one's name, but to make sure that everything would be perfect.
After the man's strangely long exclamation about the importance of the quest for Miss Sparklebutt, he gave Sal a rather strange smile. Apparently it was Sal's job to think of a location to begin the search...and if Miss Sparklebutt was a cat, not only did he have a good idea as to why she ran away, but he knew that his animal instincts would aid him greatly in his search.
"...I know cat well," the homonculus stated, touching his ears and letting his tail wave around, "and if cat doesn't want found, then cat is...somewhere dark and bad smelly, like alley." Hopefully this man would get the point Sal was trying to make, but there were no guarantees...this man seemed about as normal as a cat named Miss Sparklebutt.
After the man's strangely long exclamation about the importance of the quest for Miss Sparklebutt, he gave Sal a rather strange smile. Apparently it was Sal's job to think of a location to begin the search...and if Miss Sparklebutt was a cat, not only did he have a good idea as to why she ran away, but he knew that his animal instincts would aid him greatly in his search.
"...I know cat well," the homonculus stated, touching his ears and letting his tail wave around, "and if cat doesn't want found, then cat is...somewhere dark and bad smelly, like alley." Hopefully this man would get the point Sal was trying to make, but there were no guarantees...this man seemed about as normal as a cat named Miss Sparklebutt.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Thu May 05, 2011 3:26 am
Nikolaus took that moment to contemplate and scratch his chin. Thoughts were flowing right through his mind as his eyelids on his face twitched, those eyelids happen to have eyes from within the sockets, and as Nikolaus is a person with two arms, it makes him a two armed and yet two legged being. Extraordinary! Wao!
Interrupting the thoughts went on like this as it flooded through his brain at a very fast rate, "...HUNT, DESTROY, INCINERATE, EVISCERATE, STALK AND IMPALE! TARGET AND PURSUE ANIMAL LIKE A DOG. NO QUARTER AND NO MERCY..." Or so it went on for a while, very peaceful thoughts indeed that surged through his head.
So he finally stopped stroking his beardless chin, which was a bit rough though, cleanly shaved. Yeah, manly roughness of MANLINESS. Henceforth, Nikolaus gestures for the neko-man-thing to follow along as he took goose steps towards an alleyway, the first one he saw to which was met by a spectacle of three which went along like this...
"Yo Benizo... you have the very illegal narcotics that could land us a lifetime in prison?" The first hoodie says, he looked like a hoodie, so he is a hoodie because he is a hoodie.
"Yes I do Hatsafatso." Benizo says, exchanging narcotics to Benizo his partner.
"D-dad... why are we here?" Benizo's kid says, maybe it's a girl or something, it's really ambiguously androgynous.
"Because it's bring your kid to your drug dealing days my... errr.... what are you again? Are you my daughter or son?" Benizo asks, scratching his head.
Nikolaus walks up to the drug dealing trio as he pulls out a gun and unloads it on Hatsafatso a full round of SMG (Submachine gun) BULLET LEAD RAPE which just penetrated Hatsafatso's skin as it pierces through the little protection he had. Bursting through the clothing as it digs deep enough to form a fluidic and moist holes of red. The leady exterior of the hard penetrative heads of bullets piercing whatever there was in it's way as it induced a groan of agony from the person just shot at.
"SURPRISE BITCHES!" Nikolaus yells to surprise them. They were surprised. It was super effective.
Contrary to the aptly put description, this was not a gun having smut smex with a hoodie dealing drugs. It was actually bullets turning the guy into a gory mass of unrecognizable meat. His face was scattered as brains were splattered all over the place, and his white clothing were stained in red (that's why you don't wear white in labor day) just as he is pretty much DEAD. Not raped. DEAD. [Yes this description is to YOU fangirls out there that'd turn this into a smut fiction of Hoodie being blown to smithreens x a submachine gun that is NOT supposed to think at all. I AM ONTO YOU EVIL BEINGS.]
And so, Nikolaus holsters his emptied gun, and grabs Benizo by the collar and slams his face across to the brick wall, before slamming his knees to his groin. Punching him further to the face before strangling him for a while until he releases to allow Benizo to breathe.
"Ugh... huh.... huh..." Benizo pants, "W-what do you want?! How'd you security officers find out about the biggest drug deal going around so easily?!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" Nikolaus back hands Benizo across the face, "I am the ONE asking the QUESTIONS HERE! WHERE THE FUCK IS MISS SPARKLEBUTT?!"
"...Miss... Sparklebutt...?" Repeats dumbfounded Benizo, his face swollen at this point as he tries to overcome the pain, hence the pause in his sentences showing he is indeed pained, which is painfully obvious... painfully.
"YES, MISS SPARKLEBUTT THE CAT! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?! I KNOW YOU DIRTY HOODLUMS HAVE HER!"
"...W-we're just drug-dealers... why would you assume we'd have a cat?"
"SHUT YOUR FACE!" Nikolaus pulls out his SMG now, holding Benizo with one hand to the collar of his (which shined of manly), pointing it at his crown, "I know you have her you silly bastard you, see... this gun can kill you at this range no doubt about it. So tell me. Where. Is. Miss. Sparkle. Butt?"
He was murderously serious, seriously.
"OKAY OKAY! SHE IS WITH THE XINGESE TRIAD! THEY PLAN TO EAT HER BECAUSE SHE IS FAT AND DELICIOUS! WAAAAAAAGHHHHH! PLEASE LET ME G-" Before Benizo can further lie and cry like a big baby about Miss Sparklebutt's location since he is desperate...
BANG!
Nikolaus killed him and throws his corpse aside.
"Yes... I should've known... the Xingese Triad gangs. Figures they'd be up to something so dastardly..." He looks at the girl-boy-thing, whatever the Hell it was, it was probably that guy's offsprings. It was cowering by a corner and sobbing like what kids do. Stupid kids. Then Niko looks back to Sal (assuming he followed.)
"My kitten cosplay side-kick! We will have to raid Xing-town for Miss Sparklebutt! Though it makes me wonder, what the Hell we're gonna do with this dumb brat-thing cowering at the corner."
Of course, Nikolaus just prevented a BIG drug bust around whilst ignoring the fact he did whilst focusing on the fact they MIGHT have Miss Sparklebutt when they really don't. Yep.
Interrupting the thoughts went on like this as it flooded through his brain at a very fast rate, "...HUNT, DESTROY, INCINERATE, EVISCERATE, STALK AND IMPALE! TARGET AND PURSUE ANIMAL LIKE A DOG. NO QUARTER AND NO MERCY..." Or so it went on for a while, very peaceful thoughts indeed that surged through his head.
So he finally stopped stroking his beardless chin, which was a bit rough though, cleanly shaved. Yeah, manly roughness of MANLINESS. Henceforth, Nikolaus gestures for the neko-man-thing to follow along as he took goose steps towards an alleyway, the first one he saw to which was met by a spectacle of three which went along like this...
"Yo Benizo... you have the very illegal narcotics that could land us a lifetime in prison?" The first hoodie says, he looked like a hoodie, so he is a hoodie because he is a hoodie.
"Yes I do Hatsafatso." Benizo says, exchanging narcotics to Benizo his partner.
"D-dad... why are we here?" Benizo's kid says, maybe it's a girl or something, it's really ambiguously androgynous.
"Because it's bring your kid to your drug dealing days my... errr.... what are you again? Are you my daughter or son?" Benizo asks, scratching his head.
Nikolaus walks up to the drug dealing trio as he pulls out a gun and unloads it on Hatsafatso a full round of SMG (Submachine gun) BULLET LEAD RAPE which just penetrated Hatsafatso's skin as it pierces through the little protection he had. Bursting through the clothing as it digs deep enough to form a fluidic and moist holes of red. The leady exterior of the hard penetrative heads of bullets piercing whatever there was in it's way as it induced a groan of agony from the person just shot at.
"SURPRISE BITCHES!" Nikolaus yells to surprise them. They were surprised. It was super effective.
Contrary to the aptly put description, this was not a gun having smut smex with a hoodie dealing drugs. It was actually bullets turning the guy into a gory mass of unrecognizable meat. His face was scattered as brains were splattered all over the place, and his white clothing were stained in red (that's why you don't wear white in labor day) just as he is pretty much DEAD. Not raped. DEAD. [Yes this description is to YOU fangirls out there that'd turn this into a smut fiction of Hoodie being blown to smithreens x a submachine gun that is NOT supposed to think at all. I AM ONTO YOU EVIL BEINGS.]
And so, Nikolaus holsters his emptied gun, and grabs Benizo by the collar and slams his face across to the brick wall, before slamming his knees to his groin. Punching him further to the face before strangling him for a while until he releases to allow Benizo to breathe.
"Ugh... huh.... huh..." Benizo pants, "W-what do you want?! How'd you security officers find out about the biggest drug deal going around so easily?!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" Nikolaus back hands Benizo across the face, "I am the ONE asking the QUESTIONS HERE! WHERE THE FUCK IS MISS SPARKLEBUTT?!"
"...Miss... Sparklebutt...?" Repeats dumbfounded Benizo, his face swollen at this point as he tries to overcome the pain, hence the pause in his sentences showing he is indeed pained, which is painfully obvious... painfully.
"YES, MISS SPARKLEBUTT THE CAT! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?! I KNOW YOU DIRTY HOODLUMS HAVE HER!"
"...W-we're just drug-dealers... why would you assume we'd have a cat?"
"SHUT YOUR FACE!" Nikolaus pulls out his SMG now, holding Benizo with one hand to the collar of his (which shined of manly), pointing it at his crown, "I know you have her you silly bastard you, see... this gun can kill you at this range no doubt about it. So tell me. Where. Is. Miss. Sparkle. Butt?"
He was murderously serious, seriously.
"OKAY OKAY! SHE IS WITH THE XINGESE TRIAD! THEY PLAN TO EAT HER BECAUSE SHE IS FAT AND DELICIOUS! WAAAAAAAGHHHHH! PLEASE LET ME G-" Before Benizo can further lie and cry like a big baby about Miss Sparklebutt's location since he is desperate...
BANG!
Nikolaus killed him and throws his corpse aside.
"Yes... I should've known... the Xingese Triad gangs. Figures they'd be up to something so dastardly..." He looks at the girl-boy-thing, whatever the Hell it was, it was probably that guy's offsprings. It was cowering by a corner and sobbing like what kids do. Stupid kids. Then Niko looks back to Sal (assuming he followed.)
"My kitten cosplay side-kick! We will have to raid Xing-town for Miss Sparklebutt! Though it makes me wonder, what the Hell we're gonna do with this dumb brat-thing cowering at the corner."
Of course, Nikolaus just prevented a BIG drug bust around whilst ignoring the fact he did whilst focusing on the fact they MIGHT have Miss Sparklebutt when they really don't. Yep.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Sat May 07, 2011 7:19 pm
The crazy blonde guy walked into a nearby alley, where a shady deal seemed to be taking place. Sal's red eyes went back and forth between men as he watched the beginning of the deal, and widened as he watched his seemingly insane companion kill them off, managing to get information about the whereabouts of Miss Sparklebutt. It seemed he wasn't too eager to get rid of the kid, though, which made Sal chuckle. He walked over to the corpse closest to him, and examined it. It had way too many bullets in it. That completely ruined his appetite, and he sighed as he stood back up. The other body was killed cleanly, so it would be much better to eat. He didn't particularly want to leave any traces of this man's crazy killing, though.
Sal turned and looked at the kid before walking over to him (or her) and crouching down. His red eyes gazed into the kid's dark eyes, and for a moment the two of them stared at each other, almost as if they were exchanging silent vows. Then the homonculus looked at Niko, and remained silent for a moment as he tried to formulate what he would say next.
"I can clean up, but hope are you good for secrets," he finally said, grinning malevolently. This would be the perfect time to get his sought-after meal, but he couldn't be sure that keeping this guy's trail of death was worth exposing his being a homonculus. He licked his lips and waited patiently for the man to reply.
Sal turned and looked at the kid before walking over to him (or her) and crouching down. His red eyes gazed into the kid's dark eyes, and for a moment the two of them stared at each other, almost as if they were exchanging silent vows. Then the homonculus looked at Niko, and remained silent for a moment as he tried to formulate what he would say next.
"I can clean up, but hope are you good for secrets," he finally said, grinning malevolently. This would be the perfect time to get his sought-after meal, but he couldn't be sure that keeping this guy's trail of death was worth exposing his being a homonculus. He licked his lips and waited patiently for the man to reply.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Tue May 10, 2011 4:56 pm
Kallie was walking quickly eagerly home. She had five bags of salad,ranch dresing,and chicken strips she was eager to fix for her dinner. Suddenly she saw Nikolaus Stuka and a cat-man looking for something. Kallie sighed heavily and walked over there to Niko and the cat-man to help. Hey, just because we don't like each other doesn't mean I can't help them out. Do you guys need any help? What in the world were they doing? Kallie waited for a reply. Her feet hurt from her shoes. Kallie started feeling un comfortable. She reached in her pocketbook and got a pair of sneakers out. She put her boots in he pocketbook. Kallie looked closely at the ugly cat-man. He wasn't really part cat! It's a cosplay of a cat. Kallie you are so very dumb! Then she looked at Niko. Long time no see Nikolaus Stuka! she flashed a devilish grin as she said it.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Tue May 10, 2011 8:19 pm
Secrets secrets secrets. The wonderful strings that bind the universe together! For clothings are what keeps the nude plump bodies... SECRETS. And now this request... to trust Nikolaus with a secret is just so tickling to his boisterous prideful ego. For he has a secret as well! Oh, how he was so worth it (once again inflating his own self-worth, perhaps self-esteem is not an issue?), it's good he/she/it cosplayer-person realized this by now.
...Wait... what was that furry's gender again? Good grief. Androgynous people these days. The younger generations with their erratic shebbalobooshenanigens concerning their need to appear different.
Anyways, he smiled a great big smile. All in attendance to the events which are bent and spent on a cent which has... NO SCENT. Said events which are bent and spent on a cent which has no scent basically is in lieu to that neko furry cosplayer looking at the girl with quizzically delicious maliciousness. ONLY after does he attend to the cosplayer with attentive sayings said.
"Why OF COURSE you can trust me! It's good that it's about time you silly mammal-thing that you know I am trustworthy... or am I not? HEHEHEH. Henceforth, OUT WITH THE SECRET! Or else... or else what? I'll probably do something everyone WILL regret... and you wouldn't want a reason to regret... would you now? Good... goo--"
Tinker tailor smelly sailor. His eyes spot him be a wanderer passing by thou art lurking... why?
Kallie. She walked by, stopped in front of Nikolaus, asks if they need help... wait... that is JUST SO ADORABLE. Offering to help "daddy" dispose of the corpses he made at work. Then she did something that prompted Nikolaus to move his eyelids downwards and upwards. ALSO KNOWN AS BLINKING.
She changed her shoes to sneakers from boots and placed them in her bag-thing. Or was it a pocketbook?
ANYWAYS.
"Oh, Kallus..! Erm... I mean Kallia... or was it Kallie? Long time no see to you too! You can help out by disposing of these corpses, like chopping them up into little pieces and selling them off to McRonald's as fresh meat. They put that into their burgers all the time." He greets back enthusiastically, before suddenly scowling, "ADDRESS ME AS FATHER! For it is the proper way to greet your caretaker, and not by my name for it is improper, but you can also call me Mr. Stuka or Most Glorious Beloved Supreme One, shortened to Mgbso. I accept that too as a name."
...Wait... what was that furry's gender again? Good grief. Androgynous people these days. The younger generations with their erratic shebbalobooshenanigens concerning their need to appear different.
Anyways, he smiled a great big smile. All in attendance to the events which are bent and spent on a cent which has... NO SCENT. Said events which are bent and spent on a cent which has no scent basically is in lieu to that neko furry cosplayer looking at the girl with quizzically delicious maliciousness. ONLY after does he attend to the cosplayer with attentive sayings said.
"Why OF COURSE you can trust me! It's good that it's about time you silly mammal-thing that you know I am trustworthy... or am I not? HEHEHEH. Henceforth, OUT WITH THE SECRET! Or else... or else what? I'll probably do something everyone WILL regret... and you wouldn't want a reason to regret... would you now? Good... goo--"
Tinker tailor smelly sailor. His eyes spot him be a wanderer passing by thou art lurking... why?
Kallie. She walked by, stopped in front of Nikolaus, asks if they need help... wait... that is JUST SO ADORABLE. Offering to help "daddy" dispose of the corpses he made at work. Then she did something that prompted Nikolaus to move his eyelids downwards and upwards. ALSO KNOWN AS BLINKING.
She changed her shoes to sneakers from boots and placed them in her bag-thing. Or was it a pocketbook?
ANYWAYS.
"Oh, Kallus..! Erm... I mean Kallia... or was it Kallie? Long time no see to you too! You can help out by disposing of these corpses, like chopping them up into little pieces and selling them off to McRonald's as fresh meat. They put that into their burgers all the time." He greets back enthusiastically, before suddenly scowling, "ADDRESS ME AS FATHER! For it is the proper way to greet your caretaker, and not by my name for it is improper, but you can also call me Mr. Stuka or Most Glorious Beloved Supreme One, shortened to Mgbso. I accept that too as a name."
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Tue May 10, 2011 9:50 pm
Kallie smiled evilly and glared at Niko still smiling. Fuck you father bitch. I'll call you what I want to! Kallie then smiled again and said I am sorry Father I don't know what came over me! She then started crying and shoved the corpses down Sal's throat EAT YOU DUMBO COSPLAYING MANIAC! IT'S HEALTHY FOR YOU! Kallie screamed in agony She then reached in her purse and pulled out some medications. She calmed down and looked puzzled. Where in the world am I? Kallie asked She saw Sal eating the corpses. Wow what a pleasent sight Kallie thought grimly to herself. Not knowing about her mental outburst and again asked Niko if he needed any help. Just like nothing happened. What are you guys even looking for? Kallie asked in the most innocent voice in the world. Kallie petted Sal. Though she still thought he was a cosplayer those cat ears got to her. Real or fake!
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Sat May 14, 2011 8:35 pm
Focusing once again on the kid before him, Sal's ears twitched as someone approached. Judging from the voice, it was a girl...and the sound of rustling bags meant that she had been shopping. Whatever was in the bags had a plastic smell masking the scent of whatever it was that she had, but Sal guessed it was probably food. There was no way he'd respond to the blonde man's threat now that another witness had entered the scene. Apparently she knew him, and either his name was Nikolaus Stuka, or she was being ridiculous and calling him by an absurdly long nickname. The fact that this "Nikolaus" guy had responded with a lack of certainty meant that he either didn't know the girl well, or he was just a lot crazier than Sal had first imagined.
After the new arrival changed her shoes, Sal looked back at his soon-to-be prey with a frown. This wouldn't do at all! How was he supposed to eat up nicely if there was a second person to worry about? Well, there was a way, but he didn't think that threatening people would go over well. Especially if this girl had any connections with the military. With a sigh, he scratched his ear and smiled at the kid. Not to mention that she was likely to get away from him before he could turn back to her, and that would just cause a scene.
Just then, Sal realized what had been exchanged between the other two people (the living ones) behind him. Father? That made things even more complicated. Letting out another sigh, he saw the girl grab a corpse and head for him violently. He managed to avoid getting the body smashed into his face, and growled angrily.
"I swear, if she does that again, I'll eat her up and let her suffer as I tear her apart, one limb at a time!" Sal shouted in Ishvallan. He didn't care if they could understand Ishvallan. If they didn't, oh well. With an irritated exhalation, he continued to speak, but in Amestrian this time. "I don't like that," the homonculus said sourly to the girl who may have been known as Kallie. Hopefully she would get the hint from his tone of voice, if not from the words that came out of his mouth.
He motioned for the scared kid in the corner to wait and walked over to Nikolaus, positioning himself so that his back was toward Kallie. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth for about five seconds before closing his mouth again and looking back to the corner. He didn't know if Niko knew anything about the Ouroboros tattoo on his tongue, but right now he just didn't want that kid to get away. A live meal was much better than one that had been dead for a little while already.
After the new arrival changed her shoes, Sal looked back at his soon-to-be prey with a frown. This wouldn't do at all! How was he supposed to eat up nicely if there was a second person to worry about? Well, there was a way, but he didn't think that threatening people would go over well. Especially if this girl had any connections with the military. With a sigh, he scratched his ear and smiled at the kid. Not to mention that she was likely to get away from him before he could turn back to her, and that would just cause a scene.
Just then, Sal realized what had been exchanged between the other two people (the living ones) behind him. Father? That made things even more complicated. Letting out another sigh, he saw the girl grab a corpse and head for him violently. He managed to avoid getting the body smashed into his face, and growled angrily.
"I swear, if she does that again, I'll eat her up and let her suffer as I tear her apart, one limb at a time!" Sal shouted in Ishvallan. He didn't care if they could understand Ishvallan. If they didn't, oh well. With an irritated exhalation, he continued to speak, but in Amestrian this time. "I don't like that," the homonculus said sourly to the girl who may have been known as Kallie. Hopefully she would get the hint from his tone of voice, if not from the words that came out of his mouth.
He motioned for the scared kid in the corner to wait and walked over to Nikolaus, positioning himself so that his back was toward Kallie. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth for about five seconds before closing his mouth again and looking back to the corner. He didn't know if Niko knew anything about the Ouroboros tattoo on his tongue, but right now he just didn't want that kid to get away. A live meal was much better than one that had been dead for a little while already.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Sun May 15, 2011 4:21 am
Nikolaus was staring at Kallie. Like really staring. With his eyes. That's what he used to stare at her. He was looking at her with what he was using to stare with. They were widened so they were un-Xingese and looked Amestrian. So he frowned, because little missy has a very toilet mouth saying this to her father... erm... whatever Nikolaus was to her. OKAY, all he remembers having to do with her is just kidnapping her for some reason. He really can't remember that time, he was dead drunk on a binge for some LONG time. SHEESH. That's just how bad he was at remembering this.
"..." Was his response to Kallie's verbal mouth fit.
So he saw Kallie feeding that cosplayer abominable cat-thing some meat... from corpses? It was just so... ABSURD. How awfully nice. From a not-so-nice person who is really a mean person. Nikolaus's cheeks puffed up as his eyes bulged, almost ready to explode in laughter.
Queue that cat-thing saying somethings in Ishvallan which whizzed past Nikolaus's ears faster than a cherry goes pop. He had no idea what the Hell that cosplayer was saying. Well, that explains lots of things. Why that cosplayer had red eyes and white hair and is a darkie. Or so Nikolaus notes in hip lingo of the youth today. Ah youth, an age that passed Niko by quite swiftly.
ANYWAYS.
He was speaking in Ishvallan jibber-jabber yelling something. Maybe it was praying to Kallie for good luck. I mean Ishvallan's are typically nice like that. Or maybe not. They did start a war decades ago because they were uber pissed. Or was it a siesta? Oh wait, the cosplayer clarified. Yep, he was pissed off, and not really making an excited prayer of sorts.
Nikolaus shook his head.
Then he waited... waiting... waiting... (around the time Sal-ly was motioning for the kid to come, whatever that kid was, maybe a boy-girl hybrid. Then he whisked out it's tongue.)
Nikolaus's eyes widened, before slanting down to become back to the way it was, letting off a smile. A sincere smile. Not a murderous psychopathic axe crazy smile that is him trying to kill the person he smiled at... but then again it's Nikolaus, nobody knows what the Hell goes through his head.
Another of Father's children here? Harken! For it is Father's most glorious spawn, another of Father's. The Ouroboros, Nikolaus knew that symbol ANYWHERE. That of eternity, that of Father's, that of destroying the natural order of things by making things consistent, never degrading, ageless, perfect, inhuman.
Sniffing the cloggy air reeking of the deceased with a much anticipated vigor for what is to come in a sense of profound wisdom that came about from this revelation of the new spawn -- Gluttony. The location of the symbol made Nikolaus know it, for he has intimate knowledge of his brethren.
"This smell... it smells of nostalgia. The scent of death. The fragrance of war." Thought Nikolaus.
"Sibling! At last, I have founded you my gluttonous other me!" Called Nikolaus enthusiastically, placing his right palm against his heart, "For behold! We are of the same stock, we share the same... Father."
He stormed off with silent prideful goose steps and away from the remote location they spent time in. Gesturing for Kallie and Sal to follow on off to Little Xingtown district.
"Onwards we go to our destination, you two faithless eaters of toast." Orders the Captain Nikolaus as he made progress to where his destination would be, "We have some... vermin to CRUSH. These little humans, disgusting... INSECTS, are to be destroyed with PREJUDICE. The path to Sparklebutt awaits!"
"..." Was his response to Kallie's verbal mouth fit.
So he saw Kallie feeding that cosplayer abominable cat-thing some meat... from corpses? It was just so... ABSURD. How awfully nice. From a not-so-nice person who is really a mean person. Nikolaus's cheeks puffed up as his eyes bulged, almost ready to explode in laughter.
Queue that cat-thing saying somethings in Ishvallan which whizzed past Nikolaus's ears faster than a cherry goes pop. He had no idea what the Hell that cosplayer was saying. Well, that explains lots of things. Why that cosplayer had red eyes and white hair and is a darkie. Or so Nikolaus notes in hip lingo of the youth today. Ah youth, an age that passed Niko by quite swiftly.
ANYWAYS.
He was speaking in Ishvallan jibber-jabber yelling something. Maybe it was praying to Kallie for good luck. I mean Ishvallan's are typically nice like that. Or maybe not. They did start a war decades ago because they were uber pissed. Or was it a siesta? Oh wait, the cosplayer clarified. Yep, he was pissed off, and not really making an excited prayer of sorts.
Nikolaus shook his head.
Then he waited... waiting... waiting... (around the time Sal-ly was motioning for the kid to come, whatever that kid was, maybe a boy-girl hybrid. Then he whisked out it's tongue.)
Nikolaus's eyes widened, before slanting down to become back to the way it was, letting off a smile. A sincere smile. Not a murderous psychopathic axe crazy smile that is him trying to kill the person he smiled at... but then again it's Nikolaus, nobody knows what the Hell goes through his head.
Another of Father's children here? Harken! For it is Father's most glorious spawn, another of Father's. The Ouroboros, Nikolaus knew that symbol ANYWHERE. That of eternity, that of Father's, that of destroying the natural order of things by making things consistent, never degrading, ageless, perfect, inhuman.
Sniffing the cloggy air reeking of the deceased with a much anticipated vigor for what is to come in a sense of profound wisdom that came about from this revelation of the new spawn -- Gluttony. The location of the symbol made Nikolaus know it, for he has intimate knowledge of his brethren.
"This smell... it smells of nostalgia. The scent of death. The fragrance of war." Thought Nikolaus.
"Sibling! At last, I have founded you my gluttonous other me!" Called Nikolaus enthusiastically, placing his right palm against his heart, "For behold! We are of the same stock, we share the same... Father."
He stormed off with silent prideful goose steps and away from the remote location they spent time in. Gesturing for Kallie and Sal to follow on off to Little Xingtown district.
"Onwards we go to our destination, you two faithless eaters of toast." Orders the Captain Nikolaus as he made progress to where his destination would be, "We have some... vermin to CRUSH. These little humans, disgusting... INSECTS, are to be destroyed with PREJUDICE. The path to Sparklebutt awaits!"
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Fri May 27, 2011 9:06 pm
Ignoring the girl, Kallie, Sal walked back over to his real prey. Whisking a heart-shaped marshmallow out of his pocket, he offered it to the kid, who took it joyfully and shoved it into his mouth. Within a few seconds, he had chewed it and it was now being moved to his stomach. Just another minute or so, and the kid would be out cold. Though the marshmallow was smaller than the ones he used for the love cannon, it contained the same dosage of cyanide as its larger counterpart, which was enough to kill a bear, let alone a child the same size as Sal.
Nikolaus had already started to shout unnecessarily again, but this time what he said caused the homonculus' ears to perk up.
'The same... the same father?' Sal tilted his head to the side and watched Niko begin to walk away. He hadn't really thought about that subject. He'd heard about this guy that everyone seemed to call "Father", but beyond that he didn't know anything at all. The Ishvallan let out a disheartened sigh while behind him the kid had started to feel the side effects of the drug in the marshmallow. At least now he wouldn't - no, couldn't - scream.
"I hope it was good, kid, because that'll be the last thing you ever eat," Sal said to the young boy (he discerned it was male by the smell) before he yanked the kid over and made short work of him, consuming his entire body in a matter of seconds. Licking his lips, he turned to follow the blonde militant to...wherever it was they needed to go to find Miss Sparklebutt. This guy was incredibly strange... but Sal liked it.
Nikolaus had already started to shout unnecessarily again, but this time what he said caused the homonculus' ears to perk up.
'The same... the same father?' Sal tilted his head to the side and watched Niko begin to walk away. He hadn't really thought about that subject. He'd heard about this guy that everyone seemed to call "Father", but beyond that he didn't know anything at all. The Ishvallan let out a disheartened sigh while behind him the kid had started to feel the side effects of the drug in the marshmallow. At least now he wouldn't - no, couldn't - scream.
"I hope it was good, kid, because that'll be the last thing you ever eat," Sal said to the young boy (he discerned it was male by the smell) before he yanked the kid over and made short work of him, consuming his entire body in a matter of seconds. Licking his lips, he turned to follow the blonde militant to...wherever it was they needed to go to find Miss Sparklebutt. This guy was incredibly strange... but Sal liked it.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Sat May 28, 2011 11:32 pm
Nikolaus took steps. Steps were made into a walk. Walking became traveling. And traveling so far has led him to a place called Xingtown. A town bustling with prosperity and a steady increase of the Xingese population. To Nikolaus, it was a town of evil, crime, and Peking duck. The three things he hates most about the Xingese. Keeping his hand on his weapon the entire time as he eyes every inhabitants of this segment of Central with scornful distaste of complex reasonings (well not really, he is just a bigot but he likes to make small things seem complex.)
That expecting a following at his back like all followings have... probably at their backs, and following mainly has to do with followers, being pasty white head cosplayer and his... foster daughter of sorts. Doth Nikolaus make his way into a store called "Shangxiao City Bistro". An ingredient store for food... and worse... PEKING DUCK.
He eyed the Peking duck hanging from a display, it was fake obviously, made from wax, but Nikolaus knew better of its true purpose (not really). He went inside and drew his firearm, walking in slowly as tensions build up and the store owners eyes widened to a point one would mistake him for an Amestrian of sorts, recognizing the blue eyed demon that entered into his den. Until Nikolaus stood in front of him with an SMG drawn and fully loaded. Pointed at the guy's chest.
"Lion's Titty Wong!" Nikolaus called out in his lousy Xingese, "Hold your anus pants there to the right!"
"...Oh fuck... YOU AGAIN?! You crazy pasty white ass blonde blue eyed guaylo! What do you want with me THIS TIME?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T PUT POISON IN MY INGREDIENTS. AND NO, I do NOT HAVE GRAND CONSPIRACIES TO OVERTHROW THE FUHRER! Also fix your Xingese, it CAUSES MY EARS ENDLESS PAIN AND SUFFERING..." Mr. Wong retorted back in his native tongue of Xingese.
"Fuck the shit up, rabbit's best carrot. I has little information about yo 'nads. Looking for a Miss Sparklebutts to punt a fuck, where? WHERE IS THE CAKE?!"
"...Are... wait... what? Are you asking me for the location of a Miss Sparklebutt...? AND WHAT'S UP WITH THE CAKE?! YOU BUTCHER MY LANGUAGE AND CAUSE MY EARS GREAT SHAME!"
Nikolaus paused, then nodded after recognizing the statements (SOME OF THEM), conjugating the verbs, connecting it into a sentence and having made sense of it.
"Who is this Miss Sparklebutt?! Why would you expect me to know everything around as if I was some shady informant that has ears everywhere in Xingtown?! WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME EVERYDAY?! WHY?! I am just a store owner for Xingese ingredients! NOT SOME SHADY XINGESE TRIAD WITH CRIMINAL CONNECTIONS YOU FUCKER!"
Nikolaus looks at Sal at where he is supposed to be at after the whole yapping and snapping from Wong, gesturing for him to beat the crap out of Mr. Wong (if there was no Sal around to watch, then Nikolaus would just look creepy gesturing to his imaginary friend in Sal's place instead). Expecting Sal to be pretty rough at this devious criminal informant mastermind of sorts.
"Make him cough up the information... I know this inbred Peking duck turd mouth knows something. For WE MUST FIND SPARKLEBUTT FOR THE SAKE NATIONAL SECURITY. Also take your time... heheheh..." Orders Nikolaus with a chuckle most sinister, or a sinister most chuckle.
That expecting a following at his back like all followings have... probably at their backs, and following mainly has to do with followers, being pasty white head cosplayer and his... foster daughter of sorts. Doth Nikolaus make his way into a store called "Shangxiao City Bistro". An ingredient store for food... and worse... PEKING DUCK.
He eyed the Peking duck hanging from a display, it was fake obviously, made from wax, but Nikolaus knew better of its true purpose (not really). He went inside and drew his firearm, walking in slowly as tensions build up and the store owners eyes widened to a point one would mistake him for an Amestrian of sorts, recognizing the blue eyed demon that entered into his den. Until Nikolaus stood in front of him with an SMG drawn and fully loaded. Pointed at the guy's chest.
"Lion's Titty Wong!" Nikolaus called out in his lousy Xingese, "Hold your anus pants there to the right!"
"...Oh fuck... YOU AGAIN?! You crazy pasty white ass blonde blue eyed guaylo! What do you want with me THIS TIME?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T PUT POISON IN MY INGREDIENTS. AND NO, I do NOT HAVE GRAND CONSPIRACIES TO OVERTHROW THE FUHRER! Also fix your Xingese, it CAUSES MY EARS ENDLESS PAIN AND SUFFERING..." Mr. Wong retorted back in his native tongue of Xingese.
"Fuck the shit up, rabbit's best carrot. I has little information about yo 'nads. Looking for a Miss Sparklebutts to punt a fuck, where? WHERE IS THE CAKE?!"
"...Are... wait... what? Are you asking me for the location of a Miss Sparklebutt...? AND WHAT'S UP WITH THE CAKE?! YOU BUTCHER MY LANGUAGE AND CAUSE MY EARS GREAT SHAME!"
Nikolaus paused, then nodded after recognizing the statements (SOME OF THEM), conjugating the verbs, connecting it into a sentence and having made sense of it.
"Who is this Miss Sparklebutt?! Why would you expect me to know everything around as if I was some shady informant that has ears everywhere in Xingtown?! WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME EVERYDAY?! WHY?! I am just a store owner for Xingese ingredients! NOT SOME SHADY XINGESE TRIAD WITH CRIMINAL CONNECTIONS YOU FUCKER!"
Nikolaus looks at Sal at where he is supposed to be at after the whole yapping and snapping from Wong, gesturing for him to beat the crap out of Mr. Wong (if there was no Sal around to watch, then Nikolaus would just look creepy gesturing to his imaginary friend in Sal's place instead). Expecting Sal to be pretty rough at this devious criminal informant mastermind of sorts.
"Make him cough up the information... I know this inbred Peking duck turd mouth knows something. For WE MUST FIND SPARKLEBUTT FOR THE SAKE NATIONAL SECURITY. Also take your time... heheheh..." Orders Nikolaus with a chuckle most sinister, or a sinister most chuckle.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Tue May 31, 2011 9:22 pm
The party arrived in a place that Sal hadn't been before, but judging by some obvious signs, this place was called Xingtown. Sal, being so young and inexperienced, didn't have much wordly knowledge, so the reason why this place was called Xingtown was unknown to him. Well, it didn't matter anyway, so why worry? With a shrug, the homonculus followed Nikolaus into a shop that smelled extremely foul inside.
"Yuck," he said, pinching his nose. It smelled as though an animal was killed three times over, thrown in an incinerator for good measure, and then served to unsuspecting people. Not that he knew what that smelled like, of course. As Niko proceeded to shout at the man running the store, only to be yelled at in return, Sal looked around the place. It didn't look as bad as it smelled, but it wasn't nice enough to be comfortable. Not really. The shouting continued for a while. Sal wasn't quite sure what language it was, but at least the militant appeared to know what he was doing. When Miss Sparklebutt was mentioned, his ears perked up, as though the conversation were about him.
When Nikolaus turned to gesture toward Sal, the cat boy grinned a large, sharp-toothed grin and walked over to the bad-smelling store owner. "Make him? Okay, you da boss," the small Ishvallan replied, licking his lips. He gently placed his hand on the man's wrist and waited a moment before ripping the arm off from the elbow down and chewing on it. "Like dat?" Sal said with a slight giggle.
"Yuck," he said, pinching his nose. It smelled as though an animal was killed three times over, thrown in an incinerator for good measure, and then served to unsuspecting people. Not that he knew what that smelled like, of course. As Niko proceeded to shout at the man running the store, only to be yelled at in return, Sal looked around the place. It didn't look as bad as it smelled, but it wasn't nice enough to be comfortable. Not really. The shouting continued for a while. Sal wasn't quite sure what language it was, but at least the militant appeared to know what he was doing. When Miss Sparklebutt was mentioned, his ears perked up, as though the conversation were about him.
When Nikolaus turned to gesture toward Sal, the cat boy grinned a large, sharp-toothed grin and walked over to the bad-smelling store owner. "Make him? Okay, you da boss," the small Ishvallan replied, licking his lips. He gently placed his hand on the man's wrist and waited a moment before ripping the arm off from the elbow down and chewing on it. "Like dat?" Sal said with a slight giggle.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:11 pm
Clap.
It was once.
Clap.
It was twice and getting louder.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap.
It was a lot and it is loud. Yet it stopped for what is to come. Raving laughter echoed throughout the store as a maddened Nikolaus cackled maniacally, holding his chest with his left hand as his right was missing the SMG, it was holstered much earlier. Feeling humor from every little delightful angle he looks at this. This was... just... TOO GOOD. Blood sprayed across to moisten Nikolaus's face, dying his cheek all the way to his mouth in blood red.
Licking the edges of his mouth as a bitter irony taste graces Nikolaus's tongue with blood, taking a fancy to the taste yet it was nothing like the burning sensation of whiskey. Helping himself to a tissue left unto the bloodied counter, wiping what was left of blood on Nikolaus's face, Wong's blood.
Giving an impressed and also proud look upon his Homunculus brethren in spirit with a smile indicating his pleased state of mind, or probably a smile because he founded the blood mingling with his tongue most well.
"Needs sugar, it's a bit too salty." says the harbinger of malice, the blue eyed blonde, "Have your feast smelly furry brethren swiftly, you have done your country proud old chap. You have done Sparklebutt proud."
Nikolaus shifts from Sal to Wong, giving him a stern gaze, leaning in closer until he was eye-to-eye with the shivering Wong, grasping for the Xing's collar, shining a grin most malicious.
"Wong with a ding dong down a thong... MISTER SPARKLEBUTT! WHERE MU HIDES?!" Nikolaus demands most sharply.
"I... I thought you were looking for a Miss Sparklebutts! AND WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MU?! I... DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT...! I SWEAR I DON'T..! Augh... HURK."
His corpse slumps to the ground, limpless and dead from bloodloss. Nikolaus stares at the passed out and now dead Wong, mostly out of disbelief. For people to die so easily, Mr. Wong was a weakling. Kinda anti-climatic that Nikolaus's nemesis died off from losing an arm and dying from bleeding out (not really a nemesis in reality, just a guy who was often harassed by Nikolaus).
He shines a look to Sal, albeit a frown on his face, eyes were strained with some sort of new found panic. Miss Sparklebutt... THE LEAD TO IT DIED! All of it... just died... CRAP. Whoever kidnapped Miss Sparklebutt must be a very maniacal villain and a mastermind at hiding his tracks, he must've KNOWN Nikolaus was on his trail, so he paid Wong to keep his mouth shut and for his loyalty... how diabolical! (AGAIN, another wrong assumption on Nikolaus's part over the poor store owner).
But for now, there is more important matter to attend to. Like what to do about Wong's death. He must handle this maturely as a security officer to show he is empathetic and sensitive over the loss of human life over blood loss.
"QUICK! TAKE ALL THE MONEY FROM THE CASHIER AND BURN THE STORE DOWN AND RUN LIKE HELL! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"
That said, Nikolaus high tailed it out of the store through the back door, running very fast to a point dust followed to make a trail. Whizzing past Sal as he made sure to snatch a bar of twinkie on the way. It was for evidence (totally a lie).
~A few minutes of running out of Xingtown later~
Nikolaus was panting, he was sitting down in a coffee store as the scent of Wong's blood remained on Nikolaus still, the blondie was munching on a much deserved twinkie bar after failing this investigation on this day... but there will be more leads on Miss Sparklebutt. She WILL be founded no matter what for the sake of his pride as a security officer. As a rugged security officer that deserves praise (not really, he deserves scorn at every step) for his endeavors. Aye, that is Nikolaus, the guy inside a coffee shop munching on a twinkie bar, sitting by a corner on a chair, otherwise he would've sat on a stool, if there was no stools, then he has no idea of what the Hell he is gonna sit on.
It was once.
Clap.
It was twice and getting louder.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap.
It was a lot and it is loud. Yet it stopped for what is to come. Raving laughter echoed throughout the store as a maddened Nikolaus cackled maniacally, holding his chest with his left hand as his right was missing the SMG, it was holstered much earlier. Feeling humor from every little delightful angle he looks at this. This was... just... TOO GOOD. Blood sprayed across to moisten Nikolaus's face, dying his cheek all the way to his mouth in blood red.
Licking the edges of his mouth as a bitter irony taste graces Nikolaus's tongue with blood, taking a fancy to the taste yet it was nothing like the burning sensation of whiskey. Helping himself to a tissue left unto the bloodied counter, wiping what was left of blood on Nikolaus's face, Wong's blood.
Giving an impressed and also proud look upon his Homunculus brethren in spirit with a smile indicating his pleased state of mind, or probably a smile because he founded the blood mingling with his tongue most well.
"Needs sugar, it's a bit too salty." says the harbinger of malice, the blue eyed blonde, "Have your feast smelly furry brethren swiftly, you have done your country proud old chap. You have done Sparklebutt proud."
Nikolaus shifts from Sal to Wong, giving him a stern gaze, leaning in closer until he was eye-to-eye with the shivering Wong, grasping for the Xing's collar, shining a grin most malicious.
"Wong with a ding dong down a thong... MISTER SPARKLEBUTT! WHERE MU HIDES?!" Nikolaus demands most sharply.
"I... I thought you were looking for a Miss Sparklebutts! AND WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MU?! I... DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT...! I SWEAR I DON'T..! Augh... HURK."
His corpse slumps to the ground, limpless and dead from bloodloss. Nikolaus stares at the passed out and now dead Wong, mostly out of disbelief. For people to die so easily, Mr. Wong was a weakling. Kinda anti-climatic that Nikolaus's nemesis died off from losing an arm and dying from bleeding out (not really a nemesis in reality, just a guy who was often harassed by Nikolaus).
He shines a look to Sal, albeit a frown on his face, eyes were strained with some sort of new found panic. Miss Sparklebutt... THE LEAD TO IT DIED! All of it... just died... CRAP. Whoever kidnapped Miss Sparklebutt must be a very maniacal villain and a mastermind at hiding his tracks, he must've KNOWN Nikolaus was on his trail, so he paid Wong to keep his mouth shut and for his loyalty... how diabolical! (AGAIN, another wrong assumption on Nikolaus's part over the poor store owner).
But for now, there is more important matter to attend to. Like what to do about Wong's death. He must handle this maturely as a security officer to show he is empathetic and sensitive over the loss of human life over blood loss.
"QUICK! TAKE ALL THE MONEY FROM THE CASHIER AND BURN THE STORE DOWN AND RUN LIKE HELL! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"
That said, Nikolaus high tailed it out of the store through the back door, running very fast to a point dust followed to make a trail. Whizzing past Sal as he made sure to snatch a bar of twinkie on the way. It was for evidence (totally a lie).
~A few minutes of running out of Xingtown later~
Nikolaus was panting, he was sitting down in a coffee store as the scent of Wong's blood remained on Nikolaus still, the blondie was munching on a much deserved twinkie bar after failing this investigation on this day... but there will be more leads on Miss Sparklebutt. She WILL be founded no matter what for the sake of his pride as a security officer. As a rugged security officer that deserves praise (not really, he deserves scorn at every step) for his endeavors. Aye, that is Nikolaus, the guy inside a coffee shop munching on a twinkie bar, sitting by a corner on a chair, otherwise he would've sat on a stool, if there was no stools, then he has no idea of what the Hell he is gonna sit on.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Sun Jun 05, 2011 5:24 pm
A laugh escaped Nikolaus. It was a laugh that made Sal's spine tingle and his hair stand on end. He was a human from any angle, but...he was still quite different from what Sal had experienced so far. Though openly sadistic, it seemed, he took some sort of preference to a homonculus. Sal didn't quite understand the meaning behind this, but he wasn't sure if he needed to know or if he would ever understand. Red eyes curiously followed Nikolaus' movements as the latter first licked the blood from the edges of his mouth and then grabbed a tissue to clean up the rest. Apparently the store man's blood was too salty. Sal chuckled in amusement, as he found that to be true. It was pretty salty, even for blood.
"Not very good," the homonculus stated as he tossed the arm aside. It wasn't very appetizing. He'd rather have something much sweeter...like donuts. Or fresh, raw steak. Mmm, steak... He found that it tasted a lot better than most humans did. They were either too salty or just tasted bad. Maybe it was because he always picked the ones that didn't eat properly or had unhealthful habits such as smoking. Those made them taste terrible.
The exchange between the two men before the wounded individual died was once again comprised of shouts. Obviously, they didn't get what they needed from this visit.
"QUICK! TAKE ALL THE MONEY FROM THE CASHIER AND BURN THE STORE DOWN AND RUN LIKE HELL! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"
With a sigh, Sal complied. He made short work of the cash register and knocked over a lit candle with his tail, causing the floor to catch on fire, and it slowly progressed along the entire floor of the building, before rising up the walls and to the ceiling. As Sal escaped, he saw the flames begin to engulf everything. People ran around screaming, trying to put the flames out.
Upon catching up with Niko at a coffee shop, Sal felt his stomach growl and watched as the man ate a...whatever that yellow thing was. The boy walked up to the counter and was greeted by a very cheerful girl with jet black hair and blue eyes.
"Hey there, little cutie, what can I get ya?" the girl asked with a giggle. Sal examined the pastries, and decided that he wouldn't decide on a single one at all.
"One off everything, please," the homonculus said, giving her his most irresistible cute-kid smile. Despite the fact that she didn't believe he could actually pay for it, she put one of every pastry on a tray and placed it on the counter. Sal, not caring anymore, pulled out the money he'd stolen from that weird shop and put it on the counter before snatching the tray and sitting by Niko. The girl, clearly confused that the boy had paid way too much, counted all the money and brought him his change.
"H-here, little guy," she muttered before running back to the counter to attend to the other customers in the line. Sal licked his lips and began to chow down on his sweets. "Want some?" Sal asked his partner in crime as he chewed on a banana nut muffin. he had no idea that those two things could taste so good together.
((OOC: 100th post!!)))
"Not very good," the homonculus stated as he tossed the arm aside. It wasn't very appetizing. He'd rather have something much sweeter...like donuts. Or fresh, raw steak. Mmm, steak... He found that it tasted a lot better than most humans did. They were either too salty or just tasted bad. Maybe it was because he always picked the ones that didn't eat properly or had unhealthful habits such as smoking. Those made them taste terrible.
The exchange between the two men before the wounded individual died was once again comprised of shouts. Obviously, they didn't get what they needed from this visit.
"QUICK! TAKE ALL THE MONEY FROM THE CASHIER AND BURN THE STORE DOWN AND RUN LIKE HELL! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"
With a sigh, Sal complied. He made short work of the cash register and knocked over a lit candle with his tail, causing the floor to catch on fire, and it slowly progressed along the entire floor of the building, before rising up the walls and to the ceiling. As Sal escaped, he saw the flames begin to engulf everything. People ran around screaming, trying to put the flames out.
Upon catching up with Niko at a coffee shop, Sal felt his stomach growl and watched as the man ate a...whatever that yellow thing was. The boy walked up to the counter and was greeted by a very cheerful girl with jet black hair and blue eyes.
"Hey there, little cutie, what can I get ya?" the girl asked with a giggle. Sal examined the pastries, and decided that he wouldn't decide on a single one at all.
"One off everything, please," the homonculus said, giving her his most irresistible cute-kid smile. Despite the fact that she didn't believe he could actually pay for it, she put one of every pastry on a tray and placed it on the counter. Sal, not caring anymore, pulled out the money he'd stolen from that weird shop and put it on the counter before snatching the tray and sitting by Niko. The girl, clearly confused that the boy had paid way too much, counted all the money and brought him his change.
"H-here, little guy," she muttered before running back to the counter to attend to the other customers in the line. Sal licked his lips and began to chow down on his sweets. "Want some?" Sal asked his partner in crime as he chewed on a banana nut muffin. he had no idea that those two things could taste so good together.
((OOC: 100th post!!)))
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:31 pm
Alas, Nikolaus happened by a strawberry he snatched off a waitress passerby after he imparted thy twinkie into his digestive acid spitter, also called stomach. A most crimson fruit that may quench what hunger he has which is at most lacking. Snacks are what he needs rather than a full coarse hors d'ouvres which sounds a lot like a common sloppy jelopy whore one finds down an alley but isn't. Or probably down a dumpster beaten to death and mugged. Grand Theft Manuel these days, that video game.
Sal seated by and ordered them pastry pasties.
So tilting his head back, Nikolaus opens his mouth as he dips in the erotic fruit that mingled with his tastebuds, moistened by saliva that glossed its fruity surface, the smooth beaded surfaces with seeds split from within each crunch. Of course Nikolaus separated his hand from his mouth lest he bite unto his finger. 'Twas his trigger finger.
Swallowing said fruit as he gave Sal a stern look, all angry-like with a mighty tempest. And then he turned that anger upside down, he wasn't really angry, he was smiling wide the most smiley-est smile EVER.
"That was just GREAT! We just showed the Xingese Triad a little thing or two of Amestrian JUSTICE." He says gleefully, "For great justice!"
He looks at the waitress, licking the top of his lips and the bottom, sweeping off the strawberry fluids from his mouth that was left over. She got a glance and blushed at the officer's obscene show. Nikolaus was just thinking how great she'd do as a corpse. NONETHELESS he looked at Sal, all serious-like and all.
"I am NOT hungry." He says really darkly, so dark the room would've been pitch black if his voice was a light switch, then becomes all jovial-like for the next question, "Oh yes, yes... YES! Aaaaa... I have remembered. We have just done a job well done in solving the Sparklebutt case. BUT more importantly, with importance more, dearest comrade cosplayer furry thing, how exactly did you become a Homunculus after Father's demise?"
Aye, what he said was all in a hush-hush-like. (That, and over his lack of acknowledgement of the inability to solve the Sparklebutt case, sees it as a success than a colossal failure.)
((*Throws confetti for hundredth post of Sal's and blows a party pipe up, hence Baysplosions*))
Sal seated by and ordered them pastry pasties.
So tilting his head back, Nikolaus opens his mouth as he dips in the erotic fruit that mingled with his tastebuds, moistened by saliva that glossed its fruity surface, the smooth beaded surfaces with seeds split from within each crunch. Of course Nikolaus separated his hand from his mouth lest he bite unto his finger. 'Twas his trigger finger.
Swallowing said fruit as he gave Sal a stern look, all angry-like with a mighty tempest. And then he turned that anger upside down, he wasn't really angry, he was smiling wide the most smiley-est smile EVER.
"That was just GREAT! We just showed the Xingese Triad a little thing or two of Amestrian JUSTICE." He says gleefully, "For great justice!"
He looks at the waitress, licking the top of his lips and the bottom, sweeping off the strawberry fluids from his mouth that was left over. She got a glance and blushed at the officer's obscene show. Nikolaus was just thinking how great she'd do as a corpse. NONETHELESS he looked at Sal, all serious-like and all.
"I am NOT hungry." He says really darkly, so dark the room would've been pitch black if his voice was a light switch, then becomes all jovial-like for the next question, "Oh yes, yes... YES! Aaaaa... I have remembered. We have just done a job well done in solving the Sparklebutt case. BUT more importantly, with importance more, dearest comrade cosplayer furry thing, how exactly did you become a Homunculus after Father's demise?"
Aye, what he said was all in a hush-hush-like. (That, and over his lack of acknowledgement of the inability to solve the Sparklebutt case, sees it as a success than a colossal failure.)
((*Throws confetti for hundredth post of Sal's and blows a party pipe up, hence Baysplosions*))
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Sal Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:52 pm
"Oh yes, yes... YES! Aaaaa... I have remembered. We have just done a job well done in solving the Sparklebutt case. BUT more importantly, with importance more, dearest comrade cosplayer furry thing, how exactly did you become a Homunculus after Father's demise?"
Father. There was that person again. Well, a mention of him, at least. Sal's ears twitched and he ate a mini cheesecake before saying anything about the subject, hoping that he would have had enough time to formulate his response properly. The cheesecake didn't taste like he expected; It tasted like a giant blob of cream cheese. Nasty. Oh, right, the question...In truth, he didn't know the exact details about who Father was. All he knew was that Father had something to do with the homunculi of the past. What that meant, exactly, he could't say. The least he could do was offer an explanation of how he became Gluttony, given that the man already seemed to know quite a bit about homunculi. Not only that, but he seemed to be on good terms with them. If anything, maybe he could learn something from Nikolaus, even if the reverse didn't seem likely.
"It happened when I eat that red thing, I think is called Phil...Philman...Philoscotry...Phil...Philosopher's Stone? Yes, I think is called Philosopher's Stone. One of those. I found in brother's office. I eat it and then here I am, a lot different from normal person. I think is sometimes good, sometimes bad. Not sure." Tapping his chin, Sal grabbed another treat. This time, it was a blueberry muffin. At least it tasted better than the cheesecake did. He turned his attention back to Niko, a look of curiosity on his face. "You. Nickle house guy. Tell me about the Father guy. I don't know much." Maybe the militant would pick up Sal's awkward pronunciation of his name, maybe not.
Father. There was that person again. Well, a mention of him, at least. Sal's ears twitched and he ate a mini cheesecake before saying anything about the subject, hoping that he would have had enough time to formulate his response properly. The cheesecake didn't taste like he expected; It tasted like a giant blob of cream cheese. Nasty. Oh, right, the question...In truth, he didn't know the exact details about who Father was. All he knew was that Father had something to do with the homunculi of the past. What that meant, exactly, he could't say. The least he could do was offer an explanation of how he became Gluttony, given that the man already seemed to know quite a bit about homunculi. Not only that, but he seemed to be on good terms with them. If anything, maybe he could learn something from Nikolaus, even if the reverse didn't seem likely.
"It happened when I eat that red thing, I think is called Phil...Philman...Philoscotry...Phil...Philosopher's Stone? Yes, I think is called Philosopher's Stone. One of those. I found in brother's office. I eat it and then here I am, a lot different from normal person. I think is sometimes good, sometimes bad. Not sure." Tapping his chin, Sal grabbed another treat. This time, it was a blueberry muffin. At least it tasted better than the cheesecake did. He turned his attention back to Niko, a look of curiosity on his face. "You. Nickle house guy. Tell me about the Father guy. I don't know much." Maybe the militant would pick up Sal's awkward pronunciation of his name, maybe not.
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:24 pm
Philosopher Stone? Philosopher Stone. Fail-o-saurus stone. Somehow those rang through Nikolaus's cranium. At least she didn't mention the Philosopher Stone like that Parry Potter book. That... that just cannibalized the whole meaning of philosopher stone lately but has done wonders to keep the media off the back of Alchemy for a while. Instead kids are prancing around as if they were make believe wizards with dorky huge glasses.
Tilting his head upon the pronunciation, well, actually just the suffix of -guy for his name, oddly enough emphasized with a huh (h).
"Father is not a mere 'guy', he is Alchemy incarnate. He is the reason you are what you are. That you have been bestowed this lovely... lovely gift of yours. The epitome of mankind... the origin of all you Homunculi." Nikolaus mused, his sentences strangely coherent, "Count your blessings, that stone in your womb, your stomach that you devoured, it has made you gluttonous, greedy in what he devours for ever so his tastebuds deflower. A Sin Father cast off... aye... you are a Sin, one of the seven."
He leans in closer to Sal, eyes of his are less aloof, more serious, "Do you not notice? Your nostrils are sharper... it picks up the scent, you are a far better tracker than I, Homunculus. Unfortunately Father no longer... is one with us. He is merely biding his time, he returned to us once more, and henceforth I would not be surprised if he returns a second time."
Tilting his head upon the pronunciation, well, actually just the suffix of -guy for his name, oddly enough emphasized with a huh (h).
"Father is not a mere 'guy', he is Alchemy incarnate. He is the reason you are what you are. That you have been bestowed this lovely... lovely gift of yours. The epitome of mankind... the origin of all you Homunculi." Nikolaus mused, his sentences strangely coherent, "Count your blessings, that stone in your womb, your stomach that you devoured, it has made you gluttonous, greedy in what he devours for ever so his tastebuds deflower. A Sin Father cast off... aye... you are a Sin, one of the seven."
He leans in closer to Sal, eyes of his are less aloof, more serious, "Do you not notice? Your nostrils are sharper... it picks up the scent, you are a far better tracker than I, Homunculus. Unfortunately Father no longer... is one with us. He is merely biding his time, he returned to us once more, and henceforth I would not be surprised if he returns a second time."
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Re: Someday some way with some hay
by Guest Thu Jun 30, 2011 3:06 pm
Kallie stared at the two crazy guys rambling on about alchemy. All Kallie heard was bla bla bla bla bla. She stared glumly at Niko, her sad sad sad adopted father. Kallie then glanced at the cat-man. He had white ears and a white tail. So sad of a cosplayer. Are you old men gonna talk all day or what? Kallie asked impatiently. Her dark hair surrounded her pixie like face. She was puzzled. Why do old men always ramble and gossip? Them old geezers....... Never even stopped to take a breath. It was actually kinda sad. Trying to change the subject Kallie asked How about the amestrian millitary now-a-days? This conversation isn't going anywhere Kallie thought. She shuffled her feet nervously. Kinda hoping that the old geezers didn't notice her. She moved her brown hair into a low ponytail and sat down on a trash can. Hopefully they would shut up soon.
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