Swagger sticks and honey traps

[Robyn]

The posh looking Bentley pulled up to the head quarters pulling to a stop outside the doors. The drivers door opened as the mafia looking man scrambled out. Rushing round to the back door he opened it almost in panic. “We have arrived Mr Reaver…” He said shaking as a booted foot stepped out. Soon followed by the cream and brown suited man who reached out a elegant gloved hand. After a painful long minuet Reaver sighed and pulled out his pistol shooting his driver point blank between the eyes. “You took to long getting my hat.” He said dryly skipping over the now bleeding body to the boot of the Bentley to retrieve the beloved hat. Placing it on his head he placed his pistol back in his holster and swaggered into the main hall.

The tapping of his cane in beat with the clicking of his boots heel made everyone look up. “Hallo duckies!” He called out sing song voice dripping with honey and a hint of venom. “I’m looking for Mr Spade.” he gave a teasing lick of the lips and wink to a receptionist watching her swoon with glee. “It seems he’s forgotten to come visit my marvellous little club and I’m rather saddened by this.” He placed a hand on his hips. “I don’t have an appointment but someone as marvellous as me should have top priority so…tell him to drop everything….now.” He purred to one of the girls a slight hint of a threat hanging from his lips.

[Sal]

His white tail waved around erratically, and Sal let out a heavy sigh. He decided to make his way to Central again, but there wasn't anything interesting going on, as far as he could tell. With his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the sky. The clouds were lazy today, and so were the birds... but wait! His little kitty cat nose had picked up a rather familiar scent. Whatever it was smelled of cologne, tea, and a rather flamboyant attitude. With a playful grin, the young Ishvallan began to jog around the corner in the direction of Central HQ. He attracted some attention, but he just skipped along as if he belonged there, which helped to relieve some of the tension between him and the militants lurking around the entrance. He noticed a car outside...but not just any car. Noting the smell of blood wafting from the vehicle, he skipped past it happily.

Upon entering the building, he glanced over at a familiar figure. With a joyful giggle, the homonculus ran over and hugged the man.

"Hullo, Uncle Reavie!" he said lovingly. Yep, this man definitely smelled of cologne, tea, and flamboyant attitude. Who else would it be?

[Robyn]

As one girl looked ready to die of a heart attack . When a ball of white fluff jumped in hugging his waist (though due to his eye he saw it coming a mile away) and squealed. He smiled petting the white ears. “ Hello there duckie.” He said with a happy tone not a flirtiest purr like he normally did. He held general affection for the other homunculus. “So my darling other then the wondrous me what brings you here?” He combed his hand through the white hair while the other straighten his top hat.

“Also my darling, Are you hungry? I left lunch for you outside by the car if you are.” he asked as he tapped the cane on the desk. “Now you ladies… chop chop!” He pulled Sal close with one arm on a brotherly hug. “We are waiting for Spadey and I hate waiting as dose my little duckie wuckie so now then… get.me.someone.who.will.take.me.there…” He said smacking the cane to the desk enjoying the clashing noise it made and the chipping to the wood it did.

[Robyn]

As one girl looked ready to die of a heart attack . When a ball of white fluff jumped in hugging his waist (though due to his eye he saw it coming a mile away) and squealed. He smiled petting the white ears. “ Hello there duckie.” He said with a happy tone not a flirtiest purr like he normally did. He held general affection for the other homunculus. “So my darling other then the wondrous me what brings you here?” He combed his hand through the white hair while the other straighten his top hat.

“Also my darling, Are you hungry? I left lunch for you outside by the car if you are.” he asked as he tapped the cane on the desk. “Now you ladies… chop chop!” He pulled Sal close with one arm on a brotherly hug. “We are waiting for Spadey and I hate waiting as dose my little duckie wuckie so now then… get.me.someone.who.will.take.me.there…” He said smacking the cane to the desk enjoying the clashing noise it made and the chipping to the wood it did.

[Xan]

Colonel Xanthus Icarus had been sleeping in front of his window when suddenly something woke him up; a homunculus was close by. Then he cocked his head to the side, wondering which one it was. His question was answered in a slightly humorous fashion as he witnessed a rather flamboyantly dressed man shoot a driver between the eyes for an unseen (and in this case probably infinitesimal) reason.

Reaver...

Within the time span of a minute, men were clearing the halls as a dark storm cloud passed by with an equally dark expression present upon his face. Within another minute, the Colonel passed through the entryway that led into the lobby and was walking towards Reaver and Sal’s position. When he finally reached them, he stared at Reaver for a moment…then the act gave out and his face broke into an enormous grin.

Using his left hand to catch Reavers' cane and the other to pet the white ball of fluff known as Sal (but to others, as the newest incarnation of Glutonny) Xan continued his smiling at Reaver for a moment, looking him up and down for a bit before speaking.

"I was wondering if that was you when I saw that shot through my window. Hello Reaver, what could possibly bring you to Central?"

Almost in the same moment, Xan bent down on one knee to get to Sals' level to talk to him without the whole craning of the neck thing.

"And as for you...I didn't know that you had already met Wrath. Looks like you get up to some interesting things when you're off on your adventures huh? You'll have to tell me all about that sometime."

The Colonel couldn't resist a bit of chuckling as he talked to Sal about Reaver being Wrath, the latter of whom was less than a foot away and to make things even better the three were in the middle of Central's lobby. Not that it mattered a bit since no one in the base save for Xan and Sal even spoke Ishvallan.

[Sal]

The homonculus let out a purr as Reaver pulled him into a hug. He generally enjoyed the physical aspect of companionship, though it was likely from being fused with a cat that made him that way. In any case, he found it funny that Reaver had remembered enough to leave him a nice little snack in his car, and laughed a little at his impatience with the ladies at the counter. The cane made chips in the wood as it hit, and Sal's red eyes followed each little piece that flew off of the wood.

"Uncle Reavie, I am always hungry! I come here when I smell you!" After rubbing against He was going to leave for the car to get his little "snack" when someone else approached. He knew this one all too well! It was Xan, Sal's adoptive older brother. Not legally, of course, but neither of them cared for those particular technicalities.

"Yeah! I know him from...from..." The homonculus scratched his head as he tried to remember. It was one of those little events that he seemed to forget since it wasn't extremely life-changing. Although it would be an understatement to say the encounter was average. It was anything BUT boring! Not that he could remember it well enough to tell the tale. Knowing he wouldn't remember anyway, Sal just proceeded to hug Xan tightly. "How was your day, brother?" Brother. Now that he had a reason, he loved to throw that word around any chance he got.

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