Of luggage and directions

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Certainly, she'd had er fill of train interior for today. So Raz was rather delighted when the, hardly understandable, voice from the speakers announced that the train was nearing it's next and final stop for this tour. Central City Main Station. Finally would she be able to get off the leather seat her behind was occupying for a few hours now, stretch her arms and legs as well as get some -relatively fresh- air. Additionally, the redhead had gotten kind of tired with that Granny on the next seat. Who'd asked her to tell a redux-tale of her entire life, anyway? Sure wasn't Raz, she had never had any self-tormenting intentions. All the more reason to get off the seat and reaching for the luggage rack. Only on tiptoes was she able to get a hold of her suitcase's handle and pull it down, whilst trying her best to not smack herself over the head with it.

A few minutes and some pushing and shoving later, she set foot to Central City ground, Main station platform seven, to be exact. After the surge of people, caused by the newly arrived train that she also just left, had died down a bit, Raziah took a moment and opened a pocket on the side of her suitcase. Some rummaging about later, a set of keys came to light. Three, pretty worn-out, keys and a small key tag on a metallic ring. The tag was labeled Brightshine Terrace 23, obviously the location of the corresponding door to one of these keys. Not that it mattered much, she had not ever been to central, nor did she know where Brightshine Terrace was. To top it off, she would be suffering a mld variation of culture shock, impressed by the city as a whole, only ever being in her small birthplace and maybe on rare occasions Youswell, which did not even dream of comparing to Central. But as of yet, the girl hadn't left the Station, so all was well, for now.
She decided that it was propably for the best, to start off slow and make some form of break the top priority of the moment. It was not like she had any relaxant minute in the last hours, so to grab a bite and rest for a while sounded reasonable. A quick glance arond the place showed, there were a few possibilities to do as planned, so after a moment of thought, Raz decided for sandwich and simple water, thus got into the line in front of the stand on the other end of the main hall that sold these. Although she had gotten rid of having to sit for hours on end, the journeywoman took seat at a nearby bench. Suitcase in front of her, a bottle of clear water in the right and slices of bread with salad and other things in between in the left. Between a bite and a sip of water, she thought aloud. "It's propably for the best, if i, like, get a hold of some form of map or guide and start lookin' for where i'm even headed, before i get lost. Now, where does one, like, aquire things of that nature around here? Guess i am already lost all right." She wasn't too fond of the momentary situation as a whole, but giving up sure was not in the pool of possibilities. Not in a foreign city where she was supposed to stay for now, especially. She'd figure something out. After lunch break. Hopefully.

[Guest]

And so Nikolaus had an assigned post for the day as a member of the Security department. Something else besides the search for Miss Sparklebutt, an enigmatic cat surrounded by mystery and also people wanting to hide it (in the true story, it's just Nikolaus going around looking for wrong leads concerning that cat earlier on). But nonetheless it was a most fine time spent as his morning was relatively well despite the hangover he had and the fact he had quite a sleep as well.

A job: Something to do and get paid for, doesn't matter how you do it or what happens, you just DO IT. That's Nikolaus's definition of such. So he came to the train station, or more specifically, was always there, having already sniffed some of the good stuff, he took to himself to smoke some tobacco from a pipe in the train station, which has signs everywhere illustrating that smoking is NOT allowed. Yep, he is breaking the same laws he is meant to protect and enforce.

Walking around with high profile goose steps, marching to inspect the train station for any security breach, it IS his job after all to look for those, and a train station is a perfect place for any evils of sorts that may compromise Amestris's security. Thus far... Nikolaus averted a couple, so it shouldn't be strange there should be others (not really, he caused them all and BARELY fixed those problems whilst pinning it on other people.)

So, he stopped after walking around the place, looking at a most strange sight. A girl... with an eyepatch, eating a sandwich. Knowing his movies, people with eyepatches are inherently evil, and often commandeer over large criminal organizations that may inadvertently overthrow the Fuhrer and rule Amestris with an ironfist in an effort to be in a Fatherless Amestris with NO Father.

He was in front of her really separated by a bit of a distance that provided a space. But not any longer, he took steps to close the gap as he was face-to-face with her, still smoking his tobacco pipe. Facing the Raziah Dahl, the country side town girl.

"Citizen, your license and registration, this is a random security check up, plus no offense, but you ARE a suspect as of the moment." Requested/demanded Nikolaus in a rather astute (not really, more to do with overbearing) mannerism.

[Guest]

While somewhat enjoying the just bought food and drinks, also strill trying to plot out what would be her plan of action, the peace was interrupted by a dude in some uniform, drawing nearer whilst Raz was eyeing him incidentally. Little did she know, he was planning for business withher person and was promptly startled when Mr. Uniform stepped up to her and asked for license and registration. The first thought that crossed her mind was soemthing along the lines of "Central sure is a completely different place, strict safety and everything, like everywhere. Also, i'm wonderin' 'bout what the heck i'm suspected for." Nevertheless she pulled her act together and kept the irritation to thoughts. For now. Safety-dude was already suspicious to her, smoking in a public place like this, with NO SMOKING signs all over the place.

An initial second to put a proper response together later, the countryside-girl got up and responded. "Of course, mister. It will be just a moment, i'll have to dig it up." And with that, put down the bottle of water onto the bench, bit the half-gone sandwich as to free both her hands for a faster search and started to browse her pant's pockets in a hasty manner. Not that she even remembered, where she'd put her stuff, but suspected them to be in her purse. Not that she remembered offhand, where THAT was, either. First two pockets yielded a used, pink handkerchief, 10 cens and a couple of dust bunnies. "Ain't here. Just another second." She stated. Or at least wanted to, the bread and stuff in between kind of muffled it out of recognition. Without waiting for any response, she averted her eye and attention off the guy and went back to rummaging her other pockets.

Finally, after a good minute of looking for it, a small purse of black, worn-out leather was recovered. With a flick of the wirst it swung open and there it was. Her ID and stuff, that was something to work off. Shown on it was pretty much the same image that Nikolaus could observe in reality, with only no train station as a background and minus the sliced bread in mouth. And if he wanted to, he could check the numbers and measure or weigh her for back up assurance. "Here you go, sir. What am i being suspected for again? I didn't exactly catch it the first time around." By now, the bread had been removed and was being rested aside the water bottle for simplified conversation's sake. Took out the small cards and handed them to him, if he decided to even take them. This was just something that hat her interested now. Not that Raz remembered doing anything particulary wrong, so thoughts of this turning out bad didn't really cross her mind at this point. being a suspect was something new.

[Guest]

In that timing Nikolaus spent watching the ginger girl, was spent in inhaling his noxious fumes, his sweet sweet scent and fragrance of the black bowels of Hell that it often imitates albeit poorly. Feeling it fill his lungs before exhaling it out. Ah, cancer-on-a-stick was quite wonderful to suckle upon as it maintains one's composure. Or some crap like that, whatever it was those science egg heads said anyways.

And VOILA. Finally, and alas, the climax of this debacle arrived as Nikolaus had his gloved hand grasp for the ID card after listening to her normal-like absent chatter that almost convinced him that she is NOT a villain since she wore an eyepatch. Almost. Eying the ID card as he read upon the fine (or not so fine?) label of it. Reading everything line by line. Going along in the form of this...

Rah-zee-yah Dawh-el.

Raziah Dahl.

So he figured that'd be her name, probably some foreigner, an EVIL foreigner from the sound of it. Until he read upon the next line.

-Youswell-

Or not.

So, he kept reading and reading and reading. A nineteen year old, a teen, from the town of Youswell which made the seriously serious-looking Niko's lips curve into a smile biting down upon his bottom lip to hold back the chuckle he'd burst out if he hadn't bitten down his lips with his TEETH.

"So... you're from Youswell eh? Do you have a neighboring village called Mesville and Themstown?" He laughed, HARD, flinging the ID card back to her aimed at her stomach, "Well then Miss Missum Miss Missy Miss MISS Dohel or however you pronounce your name, I must say, you were suspected of being a leader of a criminal organization to which I would've summarily shot you in the face if you WERE indeed the head OR done the OTHER thing. I was..."

He holds his index finger close to the thumb, but not touching quite, making it an O shape with a small gap at the edge.

"...THIS close to taking you to the secret police prison where we would've interrogated you daily and beat you silly until you probably commit suicide like the rest of the inmates there. Maybe torture you too like waterboarding, who knows?"

He clears his throat and lowers his arm.

"ANYWAYS, aside from the motive of me having almost arrested you ON the spot over a very funny misunderstanding despite your life is in danger, what brings you young missy ALL the way from Youswell to Central city?" He had asked in a most jovial tone, inhaling his tobacco smoke before exhaling out to envelope the air around the two of them. Still keeping unto what little suspicion he now had that she might be a criminal mastermind at mind.

[Guest]

Leader of a Criminal Orgaisation, getting shot on the spot, imprisioned, interrogated, beat up. Surely, this guy must have escaped from some facility or another. And stolen that uniform. Central sure was a strange place to be if they willingly handed out authority to people like this guy. Nevertheless, Raziah decided to best play it safe, ignore the -almost insane sounding- words of his along with the blue cloud he was conjuring, propably on purpose. And just answer the questions after picking up the ID that just slightly hit her in the stomach before dropping to the floor.

"I'm, like, merely here to get my business started after becoming smithing journeyman. Where else if not at, like, the heart of this country, the place bustling with life and people, namely Central?" While not even finished with the sentence, the Girl turned her attention off the officer dude and made sure to put the purse with all the useful stuff in it back in a safe place.
Suddenly, a wild idea jumped her mind. What, if that guy had retianed some sanity and would actually do his job like he was supposed to when he's not off suspecting people randomly? What if he could be of any ever so slight help with her problem? It was well worth a shot, but Raziah did not get her hopes that far up.

"Additionally, i'm lookin' for this place. Ever heard of it?" Jingling the Keys Berg had given her in front of Niko's face so he may be able to have a glance at the adress on the tag. "If you don't, good sir, it's best if you pick up on your job. I believe to have seen suspicious people around platform four, that moved towards the exit." If she was lucky and he was as she thought he is, that could eventually keep him busy enough to leave her alone, if he was of no actual help. If there ever were suspicious people, no one will ever know.

[Guest]

He gave a most half hearted nod at the prospect of being a smithing journeyman. Riiiigghhht. That was sarcasm in Nikolaus's mind as he finds doubt boiling up in his mind. Eyes were rather directed to scan her figure, as if looking for any hidden weapons on her person. As if she was hiding it. Probably a rocket launcher hidden somewhere that she is... WILLING TO UNLEASH. Or something just as dangerous like a kitchen knife. Who knows?

-Jingle jingle jingle tinkle jingle-

That snapped Nikolaus out of his trance that would have had translated EVERY single thing she said through his mind to be the way he wants to hear them than the way she is REALLY saying them.

Looking upon the address in a recognition kicking his head straight to the face as it explodes in a nuclear reaction equivalent to Hiroshima of the other universe... metaphorically. Just means he KNOWS where this address is. He lives in Central after all.

"Ohohoho, I know Central like the back palm of my hands that I typically use to drink my booze with. That's VERY easy... VERY VERY VERY EASY to tell where it is." He says cheerfully so, or so cheerfully. Depends on one's perspectives really.

"Though hold on a moment, Platform Four beckons!"

So he takes pulls out the SMG he had from his holster, turns around, aims at a fat person who happens to be at Platform Four, and...

RATTATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!

Pretty much fires the darnest of guns.

"Pawned that newb, HEADSHOT BIATCH, plus fifty score on my tab." Says the Niko in game-speak.

He killed the morbidly obese of fatty descent man who was just walking around at Platform Four merely for being fat. To which he turns around to face the one-eyed dragon girl most casually, blowing the smoke away from the end of the barrel of the SMG (submachine-gun) with a simple puff, and holsters it afterwards. Queue civilians running around in mass panic at the sound of gunfire screaming their lungs out.

"Well then? Where was I? OH RIGHTEOUS! Now I remember. Follow me little missum miss misses Dohel, onwards we go to Brightshine, and... OFF WE GO."

And so, he marches, expecting the dragon one eyed lady to follow as he would lead her onwards to Brightshine Terrace. On foot although since it wasn't like it was that far. It was in fact just four blocks away rather. Descending down upon a flight of stairs and off he goes tip and top to the sidewalks as... police officers would sooner or later come along and detain the train station and hold down any inhabitants in it for questioning.

[Guest]

Oh god. He din't only sound crazy, he apparently was. Before Raziah even fully realized, what he had just done, namely shot down some random bystander, Uniform dude had taken off, telling her to follow, if she wanted the way shown. It would propably take some time to actually sink in, but for the moment, she'd learned a valuabel lession about trying to trick central officer dudes: It doesn't work and somebody gets shot. For now she blindly followed along, not really thinking about the consequences, maybe because of shock. But what the redhead realized immediately was, if investigative forces were to show up, there'd be no way out of it, in the end she had assisted in that guy shooting the person at platform four. On the other hand, she never told him to do anything, he pulled out a gun and fired on his own, right? In any case, fleeing sounded about right, so she grabbed the suitcase by the handle and hurriedly followed officer guy down the stairs and out of the station.
After catching up, Raz was not exactly sure if it was a good idea to follow this guy. Or even talk to him. Somehow, against everything that told her not to, words came out. "It's not Dohel, like, by the way. It's pronounced D-ah-l. And how, like, far away is he place?"

All in all, it was a horrid day so far. Left behind all that was a life in the early morning, sat on a train with some annoying grandma for hours on end, being suspected for whatever reasons, threatened with being shot, interrogated and otherwise abused, having someone shot across a train station, and whatnot. Hopefully at least once she arrived at Berg's former place -he said he'd lived there when he was about her age and had just passed journeyman himself- things would start to go uphill. Sadly, and little did she know, that would certainly not be the case, the place going unused for a good twenty years or more and being furnished by standarts of that long passed past.

[Guest]

Security teams were already off to the train station as they blockaded anyone from running off, all the while Nikolaus was let through the blockade as he was taken for granted, that, and he heard her name to be Doll instead of Dahl amidst the chorus of screaming from the bewildered fleeing civilians.

He is after all an officer and a Captain nonetheless hence not being stopped or questioned, gesturing for the security forces to let Raziah through to which they did. (they thought she was some military specialist thanks to the eyepatch with a very war-hardened past or some very powerful swordswoman of sorts, or some evil and mighty alchemist with magical properties to deform reality or predict moves if she uses the eye underneath the eyepatch, just speculations really.)

Only after he had led Raziah past earshot of the guards (and screaming from the crowds who are in fear of gunfire) that he sped up his pace. Stopping just about now in front of some old-looking building with some cracks around amidst some not-as-old and cracky buildings, facing the cracked building (not a crack house or a place to sell crack cocaine but just a place with cracks).

Well... apparently that was quick. But that's what SHE said.

"Well then Miss Doll, we are... HERE. It is just about far as in three feet away in front of me." Says the Nikolaus, pointing to the building, "You see that door? You twist the knob and PUSH to open it. Then you move your legs up to move up the steps of the stair, and afterwards, you must blink... you know how to blink, ja? It's VERY EASY, just bat your eyelashes or something, do whatever it is you self-proclaimed people do."

He turns around to finally face her, smiling, "And so ends this journey to Brightshine Terrace! Which is not bright... OR shiny." He tips his hat, "Anytime to help you thunderhumping one-eyed chicks in need of military assistance, for it's a part of my duties as a military person who assists. I'll be sure to cite you as having done a job well done, so it'd look well on my resumé. So if asked, just say I did a good job... or ELSE. Or else what? I'll probably throw a few Molotov cocktails to your house everyday and play some loud music of Lady Dada. And NOBODY can withstand that, simply understand this THREAT simply so... understand?"

[Guest]

"What's, like, the friggin' big idea with this place?!" This was totally not to her liking so far. But let's go back to the previous minute for mor information about it all.

The place was really not that far from the station, and as the area around stations usually are, almost anything seemed dirty, old, rusted, broken or all of it. Including houses and items of state ownership alike. Sadly, that image of the place didn't change at all, when Raziah unlocked the door to the house. Imagine the Shower Scene from Pycho, especially it's music. It was a wonder on it's own, that the door war actually locked. But that was as far as good news would go. The first room was mostly dirt and junk. It was nowhere near inhabitable with it's cracked walls and propably soon to collapse ceilings. The furniture? Take a wild guess. In any case, that was not exactly what Raz had imagined her new start with business and all to look like. Additionally, this surely wasnt any standarts a youg lady could be living in and with.

Back to present times. In a mixture of being shocked and angered with how it all turned out, Raziah stormed back outside and almost jumped Niko from behind, still dragging the suitcase and all. "Dude! What kind of, like, a hellhole is this! You can't just drop a lady in this junkyard and, like, run away! No man of honour, especially officials, would do that! That's about as insecure as it gets for a woman to be around at night! Also, how am i supposed to open business in, like, that ruin over there?" She almost yelled into his ear while still clinging to his back. There had to be something done, she surely wouldn't stay here and this officer dude had some kind of responsibility, because it was his job and all. He could figure something out.

[Guest]

And so, Nikolaus had a mind to go just about now, not worth noting to bother with the one eyed lady yet. She is probably a very powerful fighter capable of unleashing a can of whoopass with the usage of swords. The eyepatch says it all for Miss Doll. But before he does, he needs a smoke. A good smoke. So, using the tobacco pipe (which was already left hanging within his mouth), he sucked in the fumes.

It was... beautiful. It relaxed him as the noxious obnoxiousness of the fumes had made him feel corrupt, like the energy is sapped out of his chest at the same time rising as his nostrils felt rather runny. But it felt relaxing, it calmed his nerves after a long day at work inspecting the train at duty. And also the fact he has to shoulder the responsibility of guarding an entire nation at his shoulder. Having saved the train station from a deadly thread that could've killed people and caused panic throughout the nation. But alas! He prevented it.

SHRIEK GABLAGABLAHBABALABO

There was a sudden shrill which had pierced his ears as his back suddenly gained several pounds which felt oddly heavier.

Nikolaus's eyes had red veins forming, tearing in fact as his cheeks puffed up, clutching his throat as he started coughing madly. Coughing out the noxious fumes from his lungs which had most resembled his bowels spewing out smoke (which perhaps could be a possible source of mutation for Nikolaus to spew out fireballs from eating fire flowers?)

Nonetheless! He had gained his footing, and coughed enough times to be out with the cursed smoke, before looking at the corner of his eyes to hear the ends of the rant of a... girl using... teenage lingo? Wait? What? Oh... it was that thunderhumper... now latching to his back like a fat sumo wrestler belly flopping food as his fat would drown it... except this was more to do with her ON HIS back. His head looking to the leftmost with his eyes looking at cornermost JUST to catch a glimpse of her.

Yep, it was her alright.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Whoa whoa... whoa... hold on there... whoa whoa... whoa... WHOA..." Nikolaus eloquently debated, consisted his sentences of 'whoa' as a most persuasive argument, continuing, "I am supposed to be protecting the peace, not solving potential rape case problems involving leprechauns from junkyards... we're supposed to be solving those AFTER they happen. Just renovate it or something..."

He blinks.

"Also... I find it VERY hard to talk when I have a back humping ass walrus riding me like a jellopy. So... maybe a ticket citing sexual harassment of an officer of the law MAY convince you to get off my back? IT'S NOT A CRUSTACEAN MAMMALIAN NEST DAMNIT!"

[Guest]

His reaction was not actually what Raziah expected. Seriously, what kind of officers did them employ here in central, they seemed crazy, lazy and rude at the same time. But for now, she decided it to be best, to get off his back to avert this sexual harassment business and start a more collected attempt at... At whet exactly, anyway? Raz didn't know all that sure herself, but it must've been something. Not that it mattered much, what exactly she was trying to archieve here, as long as she did not need to spend any minuscule amount of time in that ruin she was given a key for.

But it didn't seem too much like Nikolaus was anywhere near interested in doing his freaking job and save a girl from potential rape and other things. Unless...
That was pretty much the best idea she'd had in, maybe, five minutes? Anyway it was great, if this didn't do jack, nothing would. "Because there's this stuff from earlier, maybe i can turn that around somehow." she thought. So Raz repositioned herself, good foothold, hands on hips and the most intimidating, dominant look on her face. Honesty, this wasn't too hard at all, eyepatches are badass in itself -as long as it is anything but a pink MyLittlePony child's one- and Raz had practiced to look at people in a dark, threatening way, mostly because it made giving oders to co-workers easier. Never would she have thought that kind of skill would eventually prove all that usefull in a daily-life situation. "What'cha takin me for, dude!? Is that any way, like, how you'd treat a potential suspect? Have you, like, even considered what might happen if somethin' were to happen to me?!" Just enough time was left as a pause so that his Attention might be drawn and he'd turn to face her, then Raz just kept on going. That was usually the best thing to do: If out of options, talk like there's no tomorrow so that the others get all caught up in and with it.

"If i, like, were to be some kind of mobster king, you think my henchmen an' minions would find it all cool if something terrible happened? Possibly not. And that'd mean they'd, like, find the person at fault and mess him or her up. Like, so bad. And the other option would be, like, how acceptable is it to have some possible dangerous subject run free around the city, if one had the possibility to introduce the proper measurements to said person? I'd think your super's won't, like, like that thought too much. In the End, you seem to be better off, like, fulfilling your responsibility in a proper way, no?" Hopefully this didn't get her ass shot on the spot or anything likewise, but did at least anything. Thus, she was sort-of nervous about what was gonna happen now, but as long as the knees didn't shake and no scweat was running down her forehead and eyebrows yet, the act was almost perfect.

[Guest]

Nikolaus flexed his back as the tensions were eased from the sudden lack of thereof. Feeling better now that a couple of pounds were off. Give or take that is. It was so easing and relieving, that he stretched some more before turning around to face the one-eyed red head ginger brows...

Now he wished he hadn't. Frowning at her expression because it looked like he probably lot something of hers. Usually people give him that look when he does something like punching them in the face. Not that he recalls punching her in the face... or was it someone else who framed him on punching her on the face? Who knows, she has no marks, he couldn't tell.

Then she spoke. Wait no, it wasn't something really bad, just about her being a suspect or something. SHEESH. Can't she drop this?! Nikolaus has an appointment at Burger Emperor fastfood restaurant to eat something before arresting some random guy of the street. A VERY busy schedule indeed.

Honk honk. More threats came from Miss Gingerkinz about mob bosses, possible conspiracies involving leprechauns (somehow Nikolaus heard what wasn't said), and about Xingese mob bosses (yep, another thing he heard which wasn't even said). Which made him scowl.

"FINE. I was gonna settle for shooting you in the face. But noooo, you just HAD to be a witness to something, I DON'T KNOW WHAT." He bellowed, face palming and sliding his hand downwards his face in a sweep, making his tobacco pipe drop to the ground from his lips, he had like a couple back home so he didn't care, "Apparently since the station is filled with men and since you fear men raping you, blah blah blah, I'll just throw you over in house arrest at my spiffy loft."

He then reached for his pockets... well, not really, just his belt, and took out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Hooking one to the red one eyed thunder witch's wrist, and the other to his own wrist which was by the way the most attractive wrist around (NARCISSISM).

"These fuzzy handcuffs are GUARANTEED to make you feel comfortable throughout your time of incarceration and imminent demise in death row which is an eventuality, please enjoy your time spent in those. Now... We shall BE OFF! To wherever we may be off to." Says he, or he says, depends on the perspective really, "FOLLOW ME FOUL MOUTHED urchin."

So Nikolaus walked and walked and walked. Expecting Raziah to come along when really... the handcuffs would force her to come along.

=Eighteen blocks and a couple of hours later=

AND SO, they have reached their destination at the front door! Nikolaus's loft... which was really just a house amidst skyscrapers, like a two story building which looked normal if including bear traps on the lawn was normal.

Turning around to face that girl whom he cuffed himself to in order to make sure suspects don't escape, JUST IN CASE. Wasting a bullet can be pretty lucrative stuff (a very hypocritical statement due to the fact Nikolaus is financially inadequate). Uncuffing his own wrist with a KEY he took out from his pocket, just unlocking one end whilst leaving the other still on Raziah. Then taking out another key, injecting it in to the keyhole, twisting it, then twists the knob, then takes out the key from the hole, then pockets it, then steps inside from the door he pushed open.

A process best known as going home.

Gesturing for the girl to come in. "Come in, your room will be let's see..."

Nikolaus looks around, only to see a dusty closet he opens up, which was really empty aside from the skeleton of the previous inhabitant of the house crammed in there with twinky bar stacks and some bucket inside

"HERE WE GO! Your room. Go inside, if you have to use a bathroom... erm... let's see... use that bucket over there. If you want to shower, just use that bucket, if you want to eat, the bucket you relieved yourself upon can be used. SO, as you can see, ALL your girl problems are solved, just get inside this closet so I may lock it for the night, whilst I go to my COMFORTABLE BEDROOM filled with cotton sheets and soft pillows which of course, you'll probably not have, since you're the house prisone-- erm... suspect under house arrest, right."

[Guest]

Now, apparently SOMETHING hat happened in this dude's head. He'd take her somewhere else, house arrest or whatever he called it -city people really had a strange way of expressing a meaning, as it seemed-, sadly not without hand cuffs. Fuzzy handcuffs. The question mark on Raziah's head grew huge as time progressed, but right now, she didn't say a thing and decided to play along. Mostly because she, by now, kind of learned, it was a tough time with officer dude and his kind of blurred reception of the outside world.

She there she was, handcuffed with a suitcase of things, being dragged across the city by officer dude. The journey took a few hours, including some uncommon stops for various reasons, most of them involved Dude and something weird he'd do. But sooner or later, they finally arrived at the earlier mentioned, spiffy loft place. Dusk drew more than nigh by this time. Upon closer inspection of the place by Mr. Dude, it came to light, that Raz be staying in a dusty broom closet. Together with a freaking skeleton. No way in hell she'd stay in a place like that, expecially not with the skull'n'bones pal. "What the hell? Why there's, like, a skeleton in your closet, i don't even wan' think about, but i sure ain't stayin' in there with 'im." Not the first skeleton she'd seen in her life, it wasn't exactly shocking to see one, but to see it in someones house in a place like this was more of the issue here. The, not-so-witty, explanation about the bucket as solution for all her problems, Raziah didn't even pay attention to, as she was already plotting a turn of events. And as such, she -again- followed order for now and made sure to at least kick skull dude and all his lost bones out before officer dude locked the door. Least she had her stuff, although it was dark. Whilst waiting for officer to leave the vincinity she made sure to think of many, many ways to pay back Berg for all of this, once she got a thing going here and visited home. There was a wide variety of punishments in place already, ranging from a kick in the frontal neither regions to more drastic measures.

After a while, all turned silent, whatever officer dude was doing now, he at least wasn't camping in front of the closet. So, she felt safe to start and try the only way out she could think of. The bucket would be her accomplice, so as Niko had mentioned, it would indeed solve all her girl problems. Although in other ways then what he thought. First off, she had to search her luggage for a much beloved tool of hers. So a search for the workglove was started. She has always been messy with her bags and suitcases, but in the darkness it was even harder to find the object of her desires. After what felt like centuries, finally, the rough leather texture was to be found. Now all she had to do was abuse her journeyman's experience to make a rough key out of the slightly rusted bucket. And so, the trial and error started. With this much darkness, it was hardly conceivable what the shape of the key hole was like, only with the tip of a finger, Raz could try to feel how the rought outline would have to be. Time passed, accompanied by bright flashes every now and then. Not that Razzy actually counted how many tries it took her, but key attempt #43 finally fit in the hole."From 'ere on out, it will be, like, just a matter of time and shaping the bit, like, the way i need it to be." she whispered, although no one but herself was around to hear a thing. So, after a few more minutes and flashes of iron alchemy being worked on the rough key inside the lock, the bit's jags pushed the lock barrels down just the right amount for the lock and door to spring open.

Outside the closet, it was just as dark as inside, albeit there was stray lightbeams from windows and reflections. "Finally room to, like, stretch and move a bit more. And in an actual house to boot." Raziah wasn't actually concerned about what might happen once Niko would notice, maybe it would turn out in some way that didn't involve getting shot, if he was convinced about her superb abilities in many a field. But for now, she felt more like exploring the place and especially gathering intel on the locations of bathroom and kitchen for obvious reasons. After silent sneaking about the place, a quick visit to the bath and the disillusioning discovery of an almost emptied refridgerator, Raz decided to sneak over to the livingroom and spend the rest of the night on officer dude's sofa. Everything else would sort out tomorrow, when she'd repay Dude for the place to stay with a nice breakfast. Or something. Something she planned out but never finished because drifting off to sleep.

[Guest]

Meanwhile, the entire time Nikolaus was in his personal bedroom. Changing to a new uniform and a new pair of skivvies to which afterwards he reached for his personal powdery stash. Snorting it up his nostrils as his pupils shrink before widening once again. Breathing slowly as he shook his head, caught in a trance to which he was met once again with his imaginary friends.

Talk talk talk, he has done so in this repetition of the mundane as he had gone through life's social functions upon that which does not exist but as a figment of his imagination spurred by drugs. Conversing upon the commodities and the cheese of life, Nikolaus struck a fancy for Miss Puggles, the blonde friend of non-existence he has. She was most kind and imaginary, imagine that!

To which he had dismissed them when he founded a fancy book to read, it was wedged in a crack in the wall which Nikolaus doesn't recall seeing in his house, pulling it out as he opened it to watch a page (probably left by the previous dead owner of the house). Read it, after watching it. "Grabalishk hazt muna elisk ksah..." and it read something like that. WHAT KIND A NECROPHILIAC EROTICA BOOK IS THIS?! It hardly made Nikolaus get a hard on, or hard on hardly given to Nikolaus (depends on preferences). Sure it says Necronomicon on the title of the book, all it did was just make Nikolaus feel cold by the shoulder, but whatever, he doesn't care, though the book felt awfully familiar, it felt like leathered human skin. BAH, stupid book.

He spent an entire night reading this piece of shit, so he opened the window and flung it out, it had a stupid face on the cover, and it was retarded, whoever wrote this piece of shit should be arrested and clubbed. Nikolaus vowed that to himself. Besides, it was written in a strange language in Amestrian alphabets.

So much for that.

So Nikolaus noticed it was morning at this point, because there was like that giant lightbulb in the sky the blonde aptly dubs as the sun. Ah, sweet sweet sun, oddly enough his house felt cold despite it NOT being cold in Central, and had these swishy red smoke-cloud things on the floor. Neat, he has new lighting effects around. Time to check up on Miss Thunderhumper now.

And off he goes, trod trod trodding along nonchalantly. He was JUST in the way to the closet only to turn on the light and notice it had a spiffy new red tint as there was some ominous breathing sounds all over the house and a floating spoon somehow in the living room. This is disturbing... really disturbing...

WHAT THE HELL IS A SPOON DOING IN A LIVING ROOM?! It's supposed to be in a kitchen.

Anyways, he also noticed Raziah on the couch... he must wake her up gently, for she is the suspect.

THEREFORE, Nikolaus made his way to the kitchen, turned the valve for the water to pour out of the sink on the glass cup, somehow he just got blood. This stupid sink is broken, but meh, he'll settle for that, closed said valve, walked over to Raziah's asleep body where he faced it, and with a quick whip of his arm holding the glass, he poured blood over her as he notices more things were floating around the house. Must be the weather.

"WAKEY WAKEY LEMON'S BAKEY! It's morning time Thunderhumper, and YOU have a lot of answering to do." Nikolaus says, "Like how the Hell did you get out of the closet?! You were supposed to STAY IN THERE for safety! Or until you choke from asphyxiation from a lack of oxygen circulating there."

He takes a quick glance at the spoon to his right that is floating in the living room as he could've sworn it whispered to him something evil, looking back at Raziah, "Also why didn't you return this spoon back to the kitchen?! It was supposed to BE THERE, you know, where all the KITCHEN STUFF SHIT ARE SUPPOSED TO BE."

(Yeah... except the spoon wasn't taken to the living room by Raziah, just that it moved on its own. Hence not her fault but Nikolaus thinks it is.)

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She's had the weirdest dream since forever this night. When it was time to wake, Raz didn't exactly remember Details, but it was about some Central City Officer, a totally wrecked place to live in and being locked in a closet. So now there was someone being noisy just next to her bed. Whoever it was, he'd put himself on death row. Not even fully awake, the redhead jumped off the matress onto the floor. Somehow it wasn't like the one she'd had yesterday. Someone must've changed tiles over night or something. Another death row inmate. Finally convinced it would be a cool idea to take a good look at inmate #1 and everything, Raziah finally realized "This totally ain't me place, pal. What the hell's, like, wrong with everything t'day?". Still somewhat sleepy she'd delayed looking for noisy dude until after rubbing her eye and scratching behind the patch and at various places around her messed-up hairdo - that's what happens if you sleep on a random someones sofa for the night, your hairdo goes wild.

With a yawn, she finally directed her attention towards the dude who'd been in that hideous dream from this night, he was complaining about she got out of the closet and something about spoons, the one floating nearby was ignored for being a sleep-related hallucination or something. "How'd i get out? I, like, made a key, silly. How else 's one s'pposed to unlock a door?" Raz didn't exactly think about things and just reacted along, lokking in his general direction with the most self-satisfied "i'm awesome, that's how i did it" grin of all time. "But i, like, di'n't do jack to any of your ol' spoons. 'cause i had not needed one, like, since your fridge was pretty much empty'd way before i came alon', officer dude." Still idly scratching at the base of multiple strands of red hair she was not done looking in Nikos direction but looking past his actual person. The whole situation would propably only get into her morning-thick skull in a few minutes, maybe hours. Just like the fact that she desperately needed a shower and fresh set of clothing in the morning, which the girl didn't even think about yet because of all the other stuff going on.

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Staring staring at the fizzly crazy hair do red head girl... staring. She jumped. Yep, that's what she did. She jumped off the mattress and unto the floor. Nikolaus backed away and watched the entire time. Oh FINALLY she got it through her head to do something about... something. Right. Besides the most obvious statement that this ain't her place. "Well Captain Obvious, this is my place you're staying at... AND PAY ATTENTION DAMNIT TO MAH AUTHORITAH."

Okay, so thunderhumper here made a key. Okay, there are three ways she could've made one. She used alchemy to make a key is one, another is that her eyepatch shoots lasers that makes keys, and the third is that ALIENS helped her make the keys. Yes... this makes her more the suspect now that he thinks about it. He should handcuff her and keep a CLOSE eye on this suspect-girl-person.

"Stop grinning you... FOOOOL, you're now MORE than ever a suspect, SO you are in so MUCH trouble." Underneath his feet started leaking blood from the wooden floor boards for the oddest of reason, must be that she stuffed ketchup under there, it just looks like blood because the ketchup lacks density. Yeah, that's about right, "ALSO CLEAN THE HOUSE UP, ever since you came here, the house has been cold, and there is thin ketchup instead of water on all water appliances. Sheesh, you are SERIOUSLY under house arrest lest you best go West for the fest of... DEATH."

He looks around to see that the curtains are taking humanoid shapes and are muttering strange things, must be the wind.

"Also, tidy up the house, as a suspect for things you are suspected for... unsuspectingly being a suspect when I don't need a burden of a suspect, you are to do my house chores... suspiciously. Also... how'd you get a key? I take it your alien overlords made you do it? HUH, HUH?!"

[Guest]

Whatever the hell dude was going on about, Raz sure didn't feel responsible for the Mess he'd live in. Floating spoons, stuff in all water appliances and all that. Especially since she didn't do a thing from the point on that she'd gotten out of the closet this night. "I di'n't do a, like, damn thing to your place, the mess was prop'bly there all the time. If you try to remember, i was in the closet 'til a few hours ago. How would i, like, mess this place up while bein' asleep half the night?" By now, her expression had changed from the overly smug self-satisfactory face to a more angry and angered expression. But that subsided as fast as it came around. Ignoring the arrest and suspect stuff he was going on about, Raziah picked up on that what was respectively left of his rambling. "I can do chor's. You wou'n't believe how, like, awesome i'm at it." Finally an opportunity to prove her skilledness in even more fields then just ironwork. "And there is nothing, like, an alien overlord, duh. Told you i'm awesome and trained in smithin'. Why don't'cha see into the fridge issue while i'm doing t'is, you, like, need to eat as well, no?" She mentioned as a sidenote, Niko would propably not hear anyway, while she turned to go hunting for a mop, broom or anything to start cleaning out the place with.

[Guest]

Excuses. Young people these days, sheesh, they need to be taught the values of the old. Where times were great, and spanking the young was plentiful as a change of pants. Indeed, those were the good old days. Where pie is often baked and left outside the window, only to be snatched and eaten like a gluttonous simile of GLUTTON.

And so Nikolaus retorts with WORDS, "You were probably using your butt probe to bust you out. ALIENS must have assisted you to get out of the closet and cause HAVOC all across my house, which is why it has some fog EVERYWHERE." He pauses... from WORDS, "That's the ONLY logical explanation around to say HOW you got out of the closet. Either that, or big foot."

He saw her face, the one with two eyes and a nose, also a mouth, with a smug smirk on her mouth which is also at her face, it was filled with FURY suddenly so it wasn't a smug smirk anymore. Probably he founded out the truth about her dastardly schemes! And she learnt about it! (Not really, once again this is a case exhibited that Nikolaus is once again self-inflating his worth).

"So she is a smith eh and not really an alien anus probed victim? Figures. A smith means free weapons... and smithing smithery. Maybe throw in fancy rocket launchers and armor, maybe pimpin' suits... and if she is good at chores, it means I have to spend less time tidying up my house and spending more time at work... maybe... EARNING A PROMOTION." Nikolaus snapped into a mischievous grin that looked mischievous. Shooting a gaze at Raziah (which wasn't taking out a gazergun but really he just gazed at her). His thoughts took him only a nano-second to run by, since his previous tenant in his house... was a maid, yeah, that skeleton in the closet was the dead corpse of a maid he hired as she died from natural causes (by natural, it is implied to be Nikolaus of course.)

"Ginger smith! I have decided, as an officer of security... YOU ARE UNDER PERMANENT HOUSE ARREST... at my house." Nikolaus stated all official-like in tone, "For hark and behold! You will be mine to govern, just do my chores, make me nifty stuff, and ALSO give me five hundred thousand Cenz by the end of the year as your duty as a suspect under house arrest."

"That said, now GET TO WORK. CHOP CHOP. Clean up the water with your smithing smith smithery magic... you ginger smith you." He ordered as the most glorious and savvy head master of the house. Clapping to make his savvy gloriousness seem more... gloriously SAVVY.

Yep, this entire speech would've been plausible had it not been for the fact there are more floating furniture and transparent figure of people appearing around the house and hovering all around along with whispers said so in an evil language (probably). That, and this entire situation the house is in traces its origins in supernatural occurrences of sorts.

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Raziah didn't even pay any more attention to Niko's undirected talking and got herself into undoing most of the mess that someone had caused. Nebular and shadowy figures and shapes floating about and in the corners, hovering furniture and tablewear. Not to mention the water problem. First of all, the gravity-defying desk in the living room was taken care of. With a gently push, she shoved it back down to the floor. Upon release, it popped itself back up into the air. Push down again. Another time it returned to it's unworldly state of suspension a good foot above ground. "You think that's gonn' stop me from restorin' order around 'ere? Well, like, think again then. I'll bolt everythin', like down to the ground if i 'ave to." She didn't really mean it, not that she usually talked to her -or any for that matter- furniture. Nevertheless, a third push towards the floor came along and, behold the wonder, the table's legs stay'd grounded. "Now that's, like, way better." As the girl turned around to take care of the related issue with the spoons, they scooted towards the kitchen drawer they came from all by themselves. Apparently there were ghosts and other ethereal entities around the place that didn't exactly enjoy the thought of their mediums bein' bolted to the floor permanently, so they'd decided it best to limit their activities to whenever the scary woman wasn't around or similiar moments.

"About the water thing, y'know i'm no plumber, but smith, right? You realize that there's a significant difference there, right?" About the curtains, Raz had already processed a few thoughts, a good long round in the washer would propably exorcise the yellowing and everything else that plagued them. The dust clouds could be fought by means of good ventilation and the bloodied floor, whoever the hell bleeded ALL OVER the place, just needed to be mopped up properly. Or so she expected. "See? Already like, half your problems solv'd. Did'cha take care of the breakfast issue yet, as i order'd earlier? Can't do all you' housework on an empty stomach, pal."

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Nikolaus thought about it now. Food. Something people put into their mouths and bite down on, briefly in a process also known as chewing. And then there was this thing where it goes down your throat, also called swallowing. Your stomach digests it and turns it into a magical brown sausage that tastes terrible, but Nikolaus never ate it of course, he fed others forcefully to see their reaction. It is often dubbed as shit, the one magical word often muttered constantly.

Right, and earlier he just stood there and watch her do stuff. Also called doing her job, and only half of it so she is gonna get half of some food. Ah well, might as well feed this domestic laborer something. Maybe she might be an illegal immigrant. That would rationalize how she is a ginger and has one eye. Perfectly reasonable since a lot of illegal immigrants tend to have their eyes lost being shot by the border guards. That's another story to add in how she lost her eyes... it is just so... pirate-like and awesome to look at. AND UNDORABLE.

"Well OBVIOUSLY. Plumbers unclog shit, you're suppose to smith SHIT into something usable and edible for yourself." Nikolaus shook his head in disappointment, probably, "SHEESH, I can't believe a non-alchemically inclined person like myself has to tell you that."

So Nikolaus, for once having to do ALL the work everywhere despite showing unbecoming and endless generosity and benevolence to this one eyed illegal immigrant ginger-person, had reached for his pocket. Pulling out a phone, shuffling over to a certain "Ishvallan bistro" for the food. Dialing for it as he places the phone to his ear.

"Hey Tomato, yes you lazy assed fat Ishvallan fucker, deliver to my house a couple of falafel and maybe your gyro sandwich thingy. IN TEN MINUTES." Nikolaus greeted politely.

"...Who is this rude person talking to me? AND MY NAME IS TAMATTIN! NOT TOMATO!" Says Tamattin in response.

"Riiiigggghhhhhhht, I said Tomato, and this is Stuka, the guy who saved your ass from death."

"You're that officer aren't you? YOU DIDN'T SAVE ANYTHING?! YOU JUST THREATENED SOME FAT PEOPLE IN MY RESTAURANT AND PUNCHED THEM ALL BEFORE RUNNING OFF!"

"Hence me saving your life from a bomb plot, now you see, in alchemical terms, life is soul, and the soul is immeasurable, and because it is immeasurable, no amount of food can repay our debts until it surmounts to that of a soul's equivalent. So we can do it this way, unless you don't want a fat Cretan to come along and blow the fuck out of your restaurant at the lack of my protection, then send some some of the food I ordered at Windersnaven avenue, my house is the one with the number of fifty five. GET A MOVE AT IT OR ELSE I'LL HURT YOU."

"I hate you so much..."

"I am so glad you return my feelings~" Nikolaus hung up the phone with a grin shining off to Raziah, a job-well done grin to himself. Pocketing it.

"See?! I got your food, now get rid of the Pee Emm Ess blood on the ground since I did ALL the work here for you." He took all the credit for all the work she did, and proceeded to sit on the non-bloody chair behind him as it floats unto the air despite having been put down and made to stay down. Grabbing the book that was floating by as he begins cycling from the first page to the second, reading the stuff written there. The pages themselves flipping themselves for Nikolaus as he reads along.

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Finally officer dude made himself useful for once. Quick had Raz realized and learned, that his skul seemed thick and mostly filled with cotton wool, presumably. Thus over 70 percent of what he did or said could be ignored or wasn't of much importance (how he was recruited for the military, however, the smithess stil couldn't grasp). Least he managed to get the food business going. Can't have guests over and not offer meals, seriously - she thought - 'specially when you make them do your chores and stuff. But she did not mind too much, thinking of what was the alternative option. Indeed, this was indefinately better.

And with that, she planned on cleaning the floor but upon trying to prepare the hot water for that task, Raz would learn about the importance of other things. Like fixing the water. Either someone had put something in the houses main water supply or the general water supply of the city was busted at this point. With a sigh of "Well, not my frickin' business." she took control of the thing you can use to talk with people almost anywhere in the world and but the banana-esque part to her ear. Dialing the number of telephone exchange. After the ominous sound of someone not picking up, a female, squeaky voice blared through the phone. "Yeah, whatever. I, like, need someone to fix the stuff at my place." - "Like, the water and pipin's and everything." - "Something not water-esque at all coming out. Red like blood or some crap." - "Ye, whatever. Plumber, exorcist, ghostbuster, i don't friggin care, as long as they fix it!" Smash. Phone banged back to it's place of origin.

Again, the best "I'm awesome, pal!" face set up, she turned to Niko after her phone call ended with a bang. "See, i'm fixin' all yer problems for you. Some Ghostplumbing exorciser or something like that will be around in 30 minutes. An' make our water work 'gain. And then, we, like, can do the other stuff." No more was being said, cause the doorbell rang. Couldn't be the plumber-exorcising ghost yet, could it? Raz went to check. At the door, once opened, no one was there. Just a box, apparently fitted to keep insides fresh and-or warm stood there. Apparently, the delivery guy didn't want to meet the owner of the place. If only he knew there now was a -as Niko would propably see it- Ginger-smithy-maid to take care of business now, he might have gotten his pay. Just maybe.

With the whole thing way too heavy for her to pick up, Raziah decided to get it inside the house by pushing it. And that means: kicking it. Until it reached the hallway. "Dude, there's some package some'ne left for you at the door." Another swift kick and it slided into the living room.

[Guest]

Throughout the duration of her phone call, Nikolaus hadn't noticed her usefulness she presented to the household. Still holding unto his pride... rather... just why she uses the term of "like" often in her vocabulary. Probably a teenage thing. But that eyepatch... it just... makes her look ten years older than she is. For some odd reason, like a veteran of a war.

He was merely watching. Thinking mostly about why her hair was so red. That gingers like herself must have an agenda of some sort! Perhaps at a point, a visit to her grandma or whomever she lived with in the past oughta fix things. And suspiciously a box came along, it was too heavy for twinkletoes to push across, but alas! Nikolaus once again has to do ALL the work around again (despite her actually doing most of the work).

To which he hears a knock from the door. Three in fact. To which Nikolaus promptly ignored as he opened the box to find himself getting an assault rifle. Apparently this wasn't the order made earlier... rather a handful of firearms from the military. Loading the firearm, he hurled one at Raziah... inadvertently at her blind side. Ah well, for her to lose an eye must mean she is a badass of some sort having fought an epic war. She'll no doubt use her super hearing abilities and catch the firearm.

A torch was flung through the window as it sets the curtains on fire within the guest room which Nikolaus failed to mention existed in his house, and actually had a nice bed where one may sleep in comfort and all that. But alas, as it was burning, Nikolaus now knew who was outside his door. It was his neighbor... that BASTARD.

So, Nikolaus ran over and past Raziah to open a door, only to see a mob of people holding a torch, and a great big creature, and all their eyes were glowing and for some odd reason, there were dark clouds above and a red fog around.

Nikolaus promptly closed the door, took out his SMG, and made sure it was loaded merely by pulling back the slide to see if a bullet was inside. And 'twas inside.

"Gingerbrains, get ready. We shall FIGHT against these monsters!" Nikolaus beckons, perhaps she knows how to use a gun? Also he needs to remember to ask her why she says "like" a lot.

"So they finally come.... LET US BE OFF WITH THEM! We shall fight to the last man...! And... erm... ginger. At arms GINGER! Prepare for a grand battle with this demon of a neighbor all gathered to battle!"

Little did he know, they were actually possessed rather than banding up to fight him because of the abuse he put them through.

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As if things were not going to incredibly random places by themselves already, events took a turn for the worse. I guess it was worse, in some way. The boxing contained firearms and not the way more likely food. Officer dude -he will propably never be recognizes as Nikolaus at this rate- took out some rifle while the door was knocked for attention again.

Not that Raz would have noticed the former event, as it happened to her left side, which was obviously blind. The solid item hit her in the head with precision. Kind of dazed from the impact, it took her a good few seconds to regain her compusure. "THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Good thing the weaponry fell to the floor, otherwise Niko, also known as officer dude or pal, would propably have been shot out of reflex. "That's dangerous, someone might losse an eye or two. And, much unlike yours truly, I DON'T HAVE A SPARE LEFT ANY MORE!" She was just about to jump him and try 'er hand at choke attempts or slappings, but the motion was frozen in it's tracks, when something flaming entered the place through the window.

Only seconds later, they discovered an enraged mob of people outside the door, which -who would be surprised at this point?- Niko decided to flat-out shoot for good measure. This was taking additional turns for the worse with every passing moment, maybe it already was spiral-shaped at this point, no one will ever know. Anyhow, Raziah wasn't too sure about that, having seen someone shot from a fair distance was just enouh to bear for a while, but now he's been handing, or rather, tossing guns at people, telling them to shoot other people. Not too sure if that was any good at all.

"If i, like, want'd to do that kinda stuff, wouldn't you think i'd join'd the military instead of becoming a craftswoman?" Randomly being tossed into a gunfight with some raging neighbours was totally not okay with her, so she decided to jump into cover behind the furniture, with the door and officer in view -while actually holding onto the rifle- and waiting for events to unfold and hopefully turn out without someone getting riddled with bullets.

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"PEH, fine, you filthy conscientious objector. Just put out the fire. If you were in the military, I would've shot you for healthily thinking of your life and your future." Nikolaus remarked angrily.

"Alright pansy, I'll let you stay here while a REAL MAN goes out there and SHOOTS PEOPLE like REAL MEN DO." Nikolaus says all pissed off with a scowl that looks like a scowl, and is a scowl.

So he opens the door, goes outside, and closes it. For the next nanosecond, several bangs were heard. Explosions. Chainsaw revving up as slicing can be heard through meat. Cars putting breaks. Screams of horror. A kitten hissing. A man offering a hotdog yelling loudly for the cash. Gunshots were made. Crisping sounds were heard from something burning. An airplane engine heard overhead. And pretty much another explosion for good measure.

Nikolaus opened the door, stepped inside, all quiet, his face pale as if all the color was taken out of it as he walks to where Raziah is and places the rifle on top of the furniture she was hiding behind.

"Yeah... I think I'll be... taking sometime alone to think of what I saw... you go outside and finish things up..." Said so in a horrified tone.

Then Nikolaus made his way to the room after taking a bucket of blood and pouring it over to the fire as it was put out in the guest bedroom, made his way to his own bedroom and slammed the door shut behind himself. Gasping the entire way as he was covered in sweat.

"Bubububububububububububububububuuubuubu.." Sounds the creature made outside of the house.

Outside in front of the house where many bodies were around was that thing making the sound, gory bodies, crashed cars, an airplane engine with bloodstains on it, a crashed car, several wrecked houses and all that destruction. Also a kitty and a hotdog vendor were outside for an odd reason unharmed. The hotdog vendor was still angry for not getting his cash.

Basically a fat lady which is more a mass of fat with some vaguely distinguishable human features like a face and hands that are sticking out but barely... that, and what Nikolaus freaked out by -- her exposed intimates which looks like a rotten pizza's top with fungi growing on top of it.

[Guest]

From behind where she was hiding, Raz did not get half of what was going on insode and out of the house at all. Just something horribly wrong has gone down, is what she could figure out. Officer dude left the house, just to return shortly after, totally different from before, whatever he said, she'd not hear half of it, nor had she wanted to.
Raziah's focus was being put solely on the murdering tool he'd tossed her from the blind spot. Of one thing she was sure, never would her hands pull the trigger on people, unless her own life was in danger. Still she held onto the cold metal, who might know what would happen next.
Random abnormyties could jump the windows and doors any second. Or so she thought, until some horn blared outside and a car came to grinding halt with screaming tires. Opening and slamming of doors as well as short communication with mostly very unusual, weird scientific words followed. Moments later, lasers or something. Lights flashed, 'things' screamed and groaned, some yelling by the before voices. After a few minutes of cowerving behind the armrest of the furniture still, the outside was getting more silent. Least only the regular humans were left over for now.

"Man, people should be more careful with tossing copies of this book around the place. Always turn's the surroundings into quite the infested place. And no one to pay the bill around, at that. Guess we'll sending it to the government again." Someone outside was definately pleased with their work, but not pleased with it at the same time. Doors slammed again and car tires tried ever so hard to get a grip on the street. After a moment, the car sounds vanished into the distance.
First time in quite some time, Raz pulled herself together and poked her head out the window. It was quite the carnage, burning stuff, panicked humans, green goo everywhere. She sighed "What a great way to start off a new day and section of life." Least the zombie madness was gone and so she'd put down the gun on the nextbest surface and made her way to the bathroom in hope the red stuff was gone from the pipes as well when the zombie invasion ended. So she could shower off this bad start of the day and hopefully supress the impressions of today.

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