Evil Fanservice

[Emmelin]

A day as hot as ever in Amestris. The sun was rising and usually Valeria would be sleeping, but the day was one where she had insomnia. Even children of the night had that once in a while. With a wired mind, Val couldn't help but let off a sigh of annoyance. Why did days start with such a boring trill. Without much to do, she was left simply hoping for a day of more interest. She got bored so easily. It would be a real shame to lose another minute of her life to be NOT remembered. The way the sun beat on her head. The scent of the burning ground started, she would sigh and just wander. Where exactly would she be now? It was an uncertainty.

Her footsteps would be one after the other. A line towards the small array of buildings to her right. Again she was unsure as to where specifically she was, but she decided the best place to go was a coffee shop. A place for coffee. Her usual apparel upon that day was not usual at all. The red and white jacket, large white bow and the black skirt all made her seems almost militant. Long white boots completed the ensemble to reach her knees. Laced well they shone.

Her grace seemed to float with her actions. Her brown hair following as she plopped into a seat and shot an order at a waiter. The man hurried to take it as he scurried to find her a cup of something. Once she had it, she placed money on the table and walked back out. What was their to do in a ghost town? Her eyes scaled buildings as she remembered the last time she visited here and couldn't help smile. It sure was a memory for her.

[Guest]

"Go here she says, Do that she says, be a sweetie and pick this up she asks, What am i a fucking errand boy?" He was a trained killer, skilled hunter and one hell of a jazz musician not to mention the fact he was one sexy piece of ass.... So did she have him doing anything worthy of his many talents? NO! Of course she didn't she had him picking up dry cleaning, groceries and other menial tasks! Well this was the glorious life of a (semi)career mercenary.

"Hmm maybe not even errand buy, im a fucking assistant to an over sexed,psychotic mad woman with personality issues." He sighs some hefts a bog over his shoulder and continues down the street, his dark green and brown slacks get up making hims resemble nothing less then a walking tree. "Well at least she over pays me...That's something to be proud of." Now...where was he heading....He stood on the crossroads at ninth and Addison...and for the life of his he couldn't remember where he was supposed to meet val."Well...shit...."

With a forlorn look he search's his pockets for his phone...and as always it was in the last place he looked. He glances at the device he thumbs Val's number and puts the phone gingerly to his ear and waits for a pickup."Well duckling i have some good news and some bad news" He starts right in as he hears the click of some one answering or going directly to voice mail."The good news is i have a present for you...from some man named Cody or something, he wanted me to tell you that your the most beautiful woman and blah blah blah you know the usual pointless drivel, The bad news is.....i have no idea where i am, or where im supposed to meet you. So ya directions or a name would be nice right about now..."

Ohh he hated being lost....and more to the point he hated asking for directions. But in this instance he had to get over it, Val hated to be kept waiting and right then and there he honestly didn't want to deal with any of her bull shit. So better to give her a laugh and a rave now then an argument later. It was always best to get things like this done and over with as quickly as possible.

[Guest]

DYNAMIC ... ENTRY!

Or not!

'RUN, RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!'

North! He got chased by an angry mob of civilians since he accidentally a man's face. West! He got chased by an angry mob of militants since he stole their wallets. East! He got chased by an ARMED angry mob because he failed to kill his target. And now, South. Oh South. Here he was being chased by civilians AND militants, both unarmed and armed in what could not be called an angry mob anymore. No, this was an absolutely loathing ball of utter hate and destruction! FAR BEYOND what a normal 'angry mob' should have been!

So much that Hei had forced himself to take any desperate measure to slow down these maniacs who wanted to feast on his heart and soul for no good reason ... okay, so maybe he DID happen to kick too many South troops in the groin, but that's because they were trying to arrest him! The political backlash that would arise from his obedience to the judiciary would be so immense, he could lose his job and all the benefits!

So, now he was throwing baby strollers (without tilting them, of course, can't bring himself to harm adorable little things), cars, buses, lamp posts, and other bystanders into the way of the Super Vehement Sphere of DOOOOOOOOOM. But, damn it, nothing he did was slowing them down at ALL! At which point, he collided with someone. Now, he had no idea who this person was, but they had been cleanly knocked over, since he had run into them from behind. And also because he had been going at his top speed, which could really mean hard impacts if he ran into anything solid, and had taken his eyes away from his path to look at the mob.

Of course this mean the Uber-Mega Death Rondo of Furious Annihilation was now gaining ground, as he and the poor fellow who was carrying a good number of things were rubbing their respective bruised areas. He, trying to deal with his back, and Hei trying to deal with his face. But, before Hei could question anything, the mob had drawn close enough that the armed members had begun shooting. You see, Hei had been running circles lately, since he had never been to South before, so getting lose was inevitable for him, which of course drove many sane people off the streets so they wouldn't get involved (assuming they hadn't joined in). The good part was that he was starting to memorize the layout of the city. The bad news was that he was getting shot at.

The Perfect Spheroid of Damning Souls seeking Vengeance wasn't going to give up. So, this poor fellow who was one of the insane souls that hadn't fled the streets was now in danger due to his carelessness, as such ... Hei felt the need to drag him away. So he did, by gripping the back of the poor guy's shirt ... jacket ... thing ... whatever, and hoisting him up one-handed and RUNNING OFF. Yep, Hei has just kidnapped a younger-than-himself Chimera one-handed while wearing casual clothes. And he isn't even breaking a sweat.

Sort of.

"DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU NEED TO GO, KID?" He shouts in Drachman, while running like mad to get away from the maniacs out for blood behind him. Really, it was a slip of his mind, since he would've opted to speak Amestrian, but panic just ... sort of caused him to forget to do so.

[Guest]

Tro-lo-lo-lo-lo, lo-lo-la, lo-lo-la~ Tro-la-la-la-laaaa~ WHAT A PLEASANT DAY TO STAB THINGS. Except everyone was asleep, and he didn't feel like breaking and entering today. So he walked the back-alleys, out of sight, out of mind, and hunted for something to do. Maybe a hobo! Hobos are people too, y'know; they are dissected JUST as easily as a regular person, except they don't whine as much. Whiny dying humans... Oh, hang on. He heard a massive commotion coming due west! Well, he'd have to check that ou- Waaaaait just a second, who was that up ahead? Was that...? It was!~

Moving now towards the figure to his north, he stopped behind her, noting that he hadn't been detected yet. Leaning against the wall behind her, maniac grin on his face, a song came to mind, and while it didn't describe this situation at all, he felt the need to sing it, a special show, just for her. So in his hauntingly empty voice, not really bothering to make it sound very melodious, he sang, just loud enough for her to hear it clearly. "Now I believe in miracles~ Where you from?~ You sexy thing~ You sexy thing, you~ I believe in miracles~ Since you came along~ You sexy thing~ You sexy thing, you~... Okay, I'm bored now." And with his mouth cracked into a devilish grin, those eyes of his transfixed on her, he waved in that lazy fashion that barely involves waving at all.

"Hiyaaaa, Reaper Chick. Y'know, I should have planned better for when I next saw you. I mean, a Donnie Darko parody would have been perfect right about now, y'know?" A brief, cackling laugh, calming sharply into a lower chuckle. "So, how fare ye, Reapy? Miiiiiiiiiss meeeee?"

[Emmelin]

Oh how droll. She was still bored until finally the phone ran- wait when did she get a phone? She thought she had left it had home so people couldn't track her. That was when she remembered she had Ardyion run her one of her many errands. What it was today... A trip to the bar to survey the night's prowls. The night previous had been an odd one. It left her in a bit of an antsy wake and as the tune went off in its catchy tone, she would slide her finger across it, type in four letters with quick speed and then the person was on the phone. "Hello?" She spoke before he went off on his wordy quest.

As he finished about good news and bad news, Valeria had to pause. "Who the fuck is Cody?" She mumbled out loud and yet meant solely for herself. The name didn't ring a bell as she tried to piece it together. It took a moment for it all to click and then she would say "OOOHHH!" Realization. He must have been the man she ended up making out with the night before. Gross. If she could recall his looks she may have vomited, but nevertheless, the victim of the night had commitment issues and he would soon meet a swift end. She couldn't deal with clingy people.

Trying to piece together words was a bit difficult as she went to spell her plan. However screaming hit her ears and she could see a mob.. then there was singing. What the hell was going on? "I'll call you back.." She would say with a haphazard sigh and a swift swallow of her beverage. It burnt going down, but it tasted amazing. It was worth the destruction of her taste buds.

As the song finished, her body turned to see a.. doll.. in her sight. Oh right.. the possessed Ken doll had come to visit her. It was a long time ago that she'd met him, but their meeting was cut short due to a bullet in her side. It had finally healed and she was completely mobile. Her brown irises would float in the pools of white then focused on the weird man before her. "You. I was wondering when I'd run into you again..."

It was true. She was intrigued by the marionette. How could a plaything be living, walking, and possibly even breathing. Such a peculiar nature to it all. The wind brew and she would turn head catching glimpses of an angry mod. "But it seems I need to search for my pet. He seems to have wandered off." With a quick wink, she would tease while spinning on her heel and staring hard ahead. Hmm.. where to start looking? Would the mob work? Naw.. she'd have to think of something else.

[Guest]

One minute he was standing there talking to val...and the next second he was teleported away, hurt, and being shot at! How the hell didn't he here this fucking train coming? Better yet, how did a seemingly angry mob come out of no where guns a blazing!! Adryion knew he wasn't the most observant of people but come on!! He rubbed him self down, glanced at the tru.....k......Man that had ran him down and sat there dumb founded for a few precious seconds.

How...How the hell? Fuck it he really didn't have time for this, with out a second glance he reached for his gun, drew, aimed and was picked up and whisked promptly away from the charging gone toting mob!Being carried by what can only be described as a humanoid heavy forklift!

"ЗНАЕТЕ ЛИ ВЫ ГДЕ ебать нужно идти, КИД"Had...had he just been kidnapped by a mad man? Some sort of alien? The words(He assumed they where in fact words) coming out of his mouth barely sounded human."PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN BEFORE I FEED YOUR ASS TO MY IGUANA!!" That made him blink and look at his now empty hands.....His...his Iguana was currently smack dab in the middle of the on rushing mobs path!

Did he have enough time to run back and get her? No looked at where he had fallen...and thats when noticed it was almost a mile away!! IT took a second to register just how fast he they where moving...on foot...Well....he was in one giant pickle."Just who in the hell are you?!?!" Well he couldn't let this indignity continue so he did the first thing that came to hsi mind....and unzipped his coat.

It was like being tossed from a speeding car, just not nearly as pleasant. first off he landed on his face, second off he tumbled down the street ass over teakettle down the street for nearly ten seconds.

When he finally managed to pick him self up, not only where his cloths torn to shreds, but so was most of his skin, his face dripped blood, and his chest and back where torn and dirty as well. But that wasn't the worst of his problems.....That was quickly coming up on him in the form of a rather....angry look lynch mob........"Ohh...this just gets better and better..." With one final teary eyed look at the bag that contained his precious Miss Muffins along with other less important items...he turned and ran like a scared little school girl....

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Sooo that weird ass gibberish towards the top is Russian, it translates to what Hei said.......... and that is all.

[Guest]

To his right, a mysterious different street filled with people doing nothing suspicious. To his front, a section of the angry mob earlier. To his left, an endless row of buildings ... and to his back, the buffoon and the mob who would crush him alive if they got to him.

'Stupid ... why'd he go put himself in harm's way?'

Was the immediate thought as he comes to a screeching halt. Well, not really, since he essentially caused some damage to the pavement as he forcibly stopped ... and then kicked chunks of concrete at the splinter mob as he made his way back to the person he had accidentally kidnapped. First order of business, accidentally run past him since the fool was running away from the mob too.

Second order of business, kick a parked car at the mob. Yeah, instead of running in the mob, he ran into a car and used it as a springboard of sorts to bounce AWAY from them and start running the hell out of there. This theoretically was supposed to be impossible without causing injury to himself, but hell if he didn't want to get lynched.

Next, he found himself running behind the crazy fool who had tried to escape ... grabbed his arm, this time, and yanked him off into that calm looking street he saw. The two were making a break while the springboarded car served as the momentary distraction so that they were away, away, away!!!!

COFFEE SHOP!!!! He probably ran into two other people, this time, but instead of knocking them aside, he ended up pushing them back into the establishment in a hurry. And immediately afterwards, dropped the man he had dragged here where he was at, and made a break for the restroom.

Five minutes later, the Xingman emerges having shed his disguise ... of ... hoboish clothing, considering they were rags and tatters. From a couple of bags that were hanging about him, he had somehow procured a whole outfit of black, collared shirt-pants-coat-sunglasses instead of the white and brown mix he had earlier ... which, by the way, were now burning inside the bathroom, so let's not stick around too long!

"My sincerest apologies for all the trouble I've caused you!" he says most compassionately, even giving a humbling straight bow to the three he had nearly (and in the case of the male, actually did) trampled. All this, just as the bloodthirsty mob went a-rushing down the street, completely clueless.

[Guest]

Red could only smile that eerie, demonic smile. "I know~ Strange, eh? I was wondering the same about you. You seem to have captured my interest, little hack'em-slash'em. I like you." Oh, oh, oh, and what was this!? WHAT WAS THIS!?!? Right when he expressed his interest in her, and what she did, SHE. WALKED. AWAY?!?!?! Ah well, perhaps he could be of assistance. "Pet, eh? Lemme help you, then!~ Just know, I'm usually not this nice." RIGHT. PET. So he darted off, full speed, straight past a psychotic Xingman and a seemingly rabid weirdo. Well, he assumed he was rabid, based on no actual evidence. And then he ran straight into the crowd, head-on.

As he moved through them, under their feet, he did indeed trip some people, just so they would be BRUTALLY TRAMPLED TO DEATH, as well as noting that some people broke away, moving away from the creepy doll. Eventually, he found a way out of the large herd of idiots, and noted, in the nearby distance, a bag. Well, well, well. What could be in this bag, he wondered? "Reaper-chick's pet? You in there?" Upon nearing the bag and sticking his arm in, he withdrew it to find an iguana chomping down on his arm. It seemed kind of beaten up and trampled, but it had a pulse. or... Well, Red assumed it did, as he wasn't a doctor. Well... TECHNICALLY, he wasn't a licensed doctor, but COULD perform most operations that a doctor could, including the basic pulse-check. but he didn't feel like doing the simple method of life-detection. Besides, it was dangling from his arm, so it SEEMED alive. With a smile, he began running back through the mob again, looking for Reaper-chick. "Hey there little guy... Girl. Shim. You are soon to be reunited with your precious master soon, and she'll eh... Well, I don't quite know what one would do with a pet. To be fair, if I was her and had a digestive tract, I'd probably eat you."

Soon, very soon, the fast-footed doll-thing emerged from the crowd, located Valeria, and darted over to her, a triumphant grin on his face. "I found it! And even if it ISN'T your pet, you can have it. It isn't mine, so I don't want it, I couldn't do much with it." And with a bit of force, he pulled it off his arm, pulling its body until it finally released its iron beak-grip, and handed it to Val.

[Emmelin]

Help her look for him~? Oh how pleasant. She couldn't help but give a sweet look to Red. It was endearing. She felt flattered and that alone was something Valeria loved. Being flattered always made her heart skip about in her chest excitably. A pleased look on her face, and a rather intrigued body posture. It seemed Red had enjoyed his encounter last time with her, as short lived as it may have been. Her eyes watched the man run off into the mob. Well the doll anyways. Val had questions about it. How could a doll move and even hit people. Oh well, he was gone now and as a calming breeze flew by, her caught a strand of hair and held it back.

Oh my, my. Where is that fool? She would hiss in a displeased undertone, but a smile on her face. A deadly woman who when mad never usually showed it. The mob was coming closer, but closer still was a man ahead of it. A thrown.. car? Well that was definitely chaotic and she liked it. Her head cocked to the side while she could see people falling and the screams. Oh wow not exactly what she had expected when she woke up in the morning.

Her eyes narrowed a bit from an oncoming force and it seemed she was soon being dragged back. What odd force was this that had returned her into the coffee shop? She wasn't sure, but she could see Red returning as well. Yet her body slightly hurt, but she didn't fight it, as that was the best course of action. Her violet eyes gauged the room while she fell with a grunt and a confused expression. It was like walking in on a person bathing a duck.. just rather random.

She would press her hands to her lower back and let off a soft moan of discomfort, looking up at the man who proceeded to.. strip..? He smelled an of adrenaline, rather potently while apologizing. Val had to blink a few times. It took a moment to register before she spoke in her soft yet fairly velvet voice. "There are better ways to pick up women, dear." Yes, it wasn't uncommon for Valeria to flirt with men she just met. Her body moved to get up, but an iguana was hung in her face. The poor thing looked terrified and Valeria felt pity. Taking it by the tail, she'd hang it in her face. The thing biting her rather hard on the hand.

"What the hell is this?" Again, displeasure seeped from her mouth. She could tell it was a lizard, but it wasn't.. why was she being handed it. With a slight shake, she dispatched it from her hand and caught sight of the other kidnapped man. "AH! THERE'S my pet." The statement was almost an order. Her eyes narrowed to stare him down. Late as usual.. but that's fine.. he'll be punished later.

Her eyes would then cast forward to the man of kidnapping and the leader of the rampant parade outside. "Not a problem at all." Lifting to her feet, she began to dust off her skirt and jacket. A quick action fixed her hair. Her hand would then massage her wrist with a bit of a grunt and groan, a trickle of blood falling. She didn't seem to mind though, pierced flesh could heal quickly.

[Guest]

Well this was one hell of an odd situation, not only did he get caught yet again but this...this other monsters sheer physical power was more then a little mind boggling. It tossed cars, people and baby's with what seemed like equal ease, it almost made him question his manliness.....almost. Hell if he didn't know he was bigger in the pants well, this entire escapade may have thrown him threw a loop. Luckily you didn't measure manhood my how far you could throw a car, you measured it by how big your penis was. Right?RIGHT?

The vary next thing he knew He was laying on his back, bruised trampled and bleeding...and that was just his ego! He felt like he had been hit by a big rig truck, that had preceded to back over him just so it could have the pleasure of turning his insides to goo...All in all it was a more then slightly uncomfortable experience.

With a groan and a shake of his head he stands up, shirtless and nearly pantsless, his already scared body covered in a high speed bikers road rash. Well...wasn't that painful....Thats...when he looked around and saw what could only be described as....Chuckie...ohh god how he hated those movies!!! That little killer doll always set his teeth on edge and well it may have scared the the hell out of him...Not that hed ever tell anyone no...of course not....

Luckily he managed to stop him self from emitting a high pitched if manly scream just in time to see val fling his iguana(Miss muffins) into the air....it was like time slowed down for those few seconds...and he had just enough time to react. He threw him self forward arms out stretched."Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!" He would save her...he would protect his little evil friend!!!! He caught her just barley....but he managed it!! With a sigh of relief he cuddled the boy reptilian creature to his chest where it started to.....purr? Thats when it hit him...yet again...that he wasn't alone....."Umm...hello ducky dear....your packages...where...ran over."" He didn't blush, mean didn't do that sota thing, no his cheeks where red with rage!!! Manly anger rage!!!

[Guest]

OOC: lol

Oh, right. He had that poor fellow's coat, and so, while he was saving his pet iguana (How did it survive the stampede? Or more accurately, how did it get HERE?) from yet another fall, the Xingman politely offered the coat back to him.

"I believe this is yours, good sir." He says with an apologetic smile. An apology about dragging him for a decent mile and half for a few moments against his will and practically half-stripping him and injuring him ... a story he would be glad not to ever repeat again to anyone, including a certain blond-haired foul-mouthed brute of a business companion working in Central.

But, yeah. The coat was returned to the proper owner, his hat was in place and his bags were now being sorted once more, to make sure he hadn't lost anything despite his not bringing many things anyway. But, hrmm ... it was strange, why did two of these people, not counting the creepy doll-like individual, that was certainly not a human being as his eye could discern (courtesy of a lack of proper ki being emitted by a possessed body ...)?

... A good ten more seconds pass as he stands back upright, hat tilted a bit askew, now covering one eye. He calmly shifts the hat back to a proper position, allowing his eyesight to regain normalcy ... at which point he remembered ... He had not been home in Drachma during the time of the induction, so he had instead seen a photograph of her ... or was it surveillance footage? Either way, he knew who she was ... the one brought into the ranks of RIOTE. One of the newest members: Archangel. How ... coincidental, it seems.

"Well, well. What a surprise to run into none other than the newest of RIOTE ... 'Archangel', was it? Pleasure to meet you."" He's not sure ... what word corresponding to the title of 'Archangel' in Drachman, so he pronounced it from its original language, Cretan. All the while he was smiling well and well ... forgetting that not everyone can speak Drachman and that no photographs or footage was kept on file to let others know who he was ... simply because he didn't 'exist' or wouldn't anymore in Drachma.

Hilarity could very well ensue.

[Guest]

Wait, what? WHAT!? SHE DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HER OWN PET!?!? AND THREW IT!?!?!?!? Honestly, Red liked the dragon-esque thing of what he wasn't sure, it was. It bit things, and he could indeed appreciate that. And for whatever reason, he didn't feel compelled to kill it. Crow also seemed to approve of it, so he decided he would keep i- Hey. WHAT WAS THAT DUDE DOING WITH BITEY!? THAT WAS HIS BITEY, NOT THAT GUY'S BITEY! HE COULD GET HIS OWN BITEY!! Ah well, Bitey seemed to know him. Perhaps it was his pet, then? And the guy was apparently Reaper-chick's pet. So it was the pet of a pet!? A PET-PET!?

"Hey. You. Yes, you with Bitey, there. Why did you drop Bitey-thing in the middle of a mob? Do you KNOW how many people DIED while I rescued it!? Actually... Thank you for an excuse to kill people, and for the chance to meet your little... Whatever it is. I like it. It bites things." With such a simple statement, so bluntly put, probably making the man CRAP. HIS. PANTS, from a doll speaking to him, he merely glanced away again, as he didn't really care about what the man had to say.

Then he heard some other guy saying some gibberish, but caught a single word in Cretan. Noting that they were directed to Reaper-chick, he glanced curiously in her direction. "Sooo... The bullcrap is an archangel, and why do I get the feeling that's a word that is a thing?" Hmm... Perhaps it was a bird-person standing on one of those arched bridges? Probably.

[Emmelin]

...Twitch.. twitch. Her eye spasmed a bit from the irritating people. First Adry spoke in Cretan.. then he spoke to her in gibberish. "Umm ... bonjour ducky cher .... vos paquets ... où ... couru." Yeah.. she only understood bonjour and ducky. Her eyes flashed at him with death intent. How dare he be so insubordinate?! He knew she couldn't speak his fancy language. Why the hell did he just say something in it! Oh the rage. He had spoken in Cretan a moment ago.. why was he speaking in it? She was very angry and watched as the man who'd kidnapped them spoke in.. Amestrian and then turned to speak in gibberish. A total different gibberish than Adryion's gibberish.

The only person who was speaking to her in a language she understood was the doll. A freaking DOLL was the one she could understand. How sad was that. She caught one word in his sentence. "Ну, хорошо. Какой сюрприз для запуска в не чем иным, новым из RIOTE ... "Archangel", не так ли? Удовольствие встретиться с вами." Her lips parted and she stared at this man before her. It was obvious he was speaking to her, but she couldn't catch any words but Archangel and RIOTE. At least she had a vague idea?

"I don't even... I am Archangel. I prefer to be called Valeria." "SPEAK IN AMESTRIAN!" She would command, since she knew he could speak that at least. She knew they all at least spoke and understood that language of course. She had met the Doll in Amestris, so she assumed he knew it as well. Her voice calmed as she flipped her hair back and stared hard and angry at Adry. Oh he would be punished indeed. "Where the hell are my clothes?" Her voice was daggers at him. She had no patience with this man today. Whether he answered or not, she turned attention away and paid mind to the doll.

"Archangel is a.... nickname.. I suppose you could say." Valeria would state in a smooth voice, her nerves having calmed a bit. Her usual grin slipping upon her face. Her lazed voice always left a flattering feel to it as she would look at the man who'd just stripped. "Who are you? How did you know of... THAT? Hmm?" She would ask in a rather suspicious way with eyes narrowed. Her violet eyes pools leading to a pool where one answer would drawn in paranoia and possibly death and the other maybe friendliness? Valeria was unsure at that time whether to attack while she had back up or simply play this out.

"It's not something wide-screen spread." She would proceed to state before realizing she had made her choice already. Her toothy grin showing bits of her teeth as she looked almost as if she'd eat him if he answered incorrectly. A daring look and yet it was pleasant and almost looked as if she were undressing him further with her eyes. That was not the case, it just always seemed like Valeria was looking through clothing. Her right hand moved to press a lock of hair behind her ear. She gave Adryion the cold shoulder for now.

[Guest]

A jacket? This guy man handled him across the city, trampled him, and made him challenge his own masculinity and then decided to hand him his jacket!?!?!?! What the fuck was that?.....Well...it was just a little bit thoughtful.....An well nice...He wanted to be mad, yell and make an ass of him self...but the handing of the jacket just kinda...disarmed him......He accepted it with a smile and a quick nod of his head. "Thank you.." Putting on the jacket he looks down at Miss Muffins and smile before....before.....before...GOD DAMN IT!!! This man had ruined his day!! and he was standing there meekly taking his condensation!! Luckily he remembered the car throwing, long jumps, and mass destruction that had fallowed this man before he opened his big mouth and gotten his head...well ripped off.

Thankfully he had a place to lash out at....That creepy fucking doll!! It...was...still...talking!!! Not only that it seemed to be bad mouthing val, and only he was aloud to bad mouth Val!! With a snarl(Miss muffins clutched protectively to his chest) He aimed a kick at the doll hoping to send the freak flying...then and only then did he realize that Val was indeed yelling at him about...something.....and that someone had called her archangel well....this could get awkward.

Completely forgetting about the creepy doll...person.....monster...ghost thing he turned back to the woman he was currently employed by and grinned....if only he could remember exactly what she had just said to him......With a mental snap of his fingers and a mental kick in his ass he started up."Well i think the mob may have taken a liking to your things....well ether that or they just wanted my sexy bod"He winks at her and puts his hands into his pockets"Regardless...i don't think you'll be getting them back."

[Guest]

Okay, first off, he had dumped the guests over in the front of the coffee shop and then proceeded into the restroom in the back to change out of his lousy attire into something more refined. Now the clothes back there were on fire and no one cares about them. But, that moment of panic to alter his appearance was what made him not pay attention to Archangel originally.

So, imagine his surprise when she tries to act threatening to him because he called her by her codename. It wasn't shock, or fear or anything like that ... it was amusement at the behavior.

His response was to remove the hat he was now wearing, and stare back into the violet eyes with his own of crimson. Her expression was countered by a wide, almost face-splitting grin where all his sharpened teeth were revealed in their serrated glory.

"Please forgive me, Archangel, for being rude and not introducing myself. I am the 'Moscovian Black Knight', member of the Kuvalda special forces. Lady Alena or rather ... Aphrodite has told me much of RIOTE." Again a test of her knowledge. Would this one know that he, as the Black Knight, was also Perses the Titan of Destruction in RIOTE? But, for now his attention was diverted to the doll.

"You are neither human nor chimera ... nor are you dead ... tell me, since I cannot see the Pulse in you ... are you a soul-bound doll?" That was really the only thing left that came to the top of his mind of what this ... doll, who was speaking so rudely about Archangel, was. If it answered wrong, he would dismantle it immediately.

[Guest]

Ahhh, so Archangel was a nickname. Cool beans. Though Red could honestly care a bit less about Archangels, or nicknames, or beans; he'd come over to meet up with Reaper-Chick, mostly just to say 'sup, compliment her slaughtering skills, and go stab things, boom, done, easy. But noooo, then it became a party. Ah well. Humans were so social... And what was this? he heard a snarl from the wweirdy who stole away Bitey, and noticed a foot coming up to kick him. How odd... Casually drawing Alice from his back, he let Adry kick the harpoon's sharpened point instead, hoping to impale the foot, as he sidestepped out of the foot's range. "HI BRO. It isn't very nice to kick people, y'know? Especially vertically challenged supermen. Quite rude."

Actually, Red seemed to be getting some attention. The big dude asked him, rather bluntly, what his shtick was, which Red was fairly glad to answer, despite the fact he was surrounded by humanity. "Wonderful question, good sir! Indeed, I am indeed a soul-bound doll. Not many pick up on it, actually. I thank you for doing what the psychologists and health experts of 1976 failed to do." Indeed, the self-proclaimed Moscavian Black Knight had done in five seconds successfully, what countless scientists from the top tier of the world had failed to do within the 30 years he'd been locked in that cursed cell. Well... It was cursed by his lingering presence, anyways, so he could call it cursed. Certainly they didn't put anyone else in it; last he'd heard, the room was concrete-flooded, in his loving, loving, memory.

[Emmelin]

Manners, manners. Valeria was offended by Adry's actions. How DARE he act out of turn?! She didn't tell him to attack and this little doll was of entertaining value to the demoness. Her eyes narrowed angrily at the chimera as she hissed under her breath. "Idiot. Know your place." Of course she spoke in a different language, but her thoughts portrayed in its volume and tone. Oh yes she was seething at him and she could only laugh as he would miss his target. Her voice heaved a sigh and her arms crossed under her chest while she waited for the doll and the tall man to stop talking. That smile though.. oh how she swooned. She adored a man that wreaked of...chaos. Phew was she all hot now. Well not really, but she was definitely thoroughly amused. She had done some research as well upon RIOTE in interest of these people she would be working with. though she was unsure his codename, she was fairly sure he was within the higher ranks.

Aaa which one was the knight one? Uhmm Titan of something.. She was unsure. It rang a bell but she couldn't recall it completely. "Aaaa I see, it's always flattering to meet another within the ranks. Foreshame on me for not recalling your blessed title dear Chaotic one." Yes Val's usual sweet talking skills were at work. Her tongue used to flatter those around her. That daring smile now more playful and almost sweet. Her left hand reached up and pressed to her cheek gently as she would hum a moment. After her thought was over she turned to Red.

"Though I would love to see my pet suffer for being an idiot, I'm afraid I must ask you to refrain from killing him. I apologize for him being so ignorant. I assure you.." Her hand would slide up Adry's shoulder and pull him back. Her teeth daring on his neck from behind and her voice threatened him to continue. "He will receive his punishment." It was truthful, that sadistic woman showed no quarry with harming this man as she would almost throw him away from Red. Her body then proceeded to move and circle the doll. "Aaa so that's what you are. I thought there was no way of you being a human. You're far too.. interesting." there was that silver tongue again. Valeria knew how to talk.

[Guest]

Ok so first things first...avoid impaling of the foot...That little creep was fast..Second order of business try not to freak out over the...Soul...bound...doll....SOUL BOUND FUCKING DOLL!! He looked down at Red with eyes a little wide and scooted a little ways away before turning his attention back to val."I know my place ducky, so know yours." He winks at her then and sets the bite...err miss muffins on his shoulder...god help him if that name ever escaped his lips...

He didn't like the way val spoke of him, like he was her property...this just wasn't the case. but every time he reminded her of that, well she dismissed him out of hand and its hard to set someone straight when they wont pay him the slightest attention...

He sighed then and just shook his head(Still keeping an eye on the doll) smiling...kinda..."Well if you must punish me....who am i to stop you?" He winks then and turns back to the other two....men...Err things...He didn't for see any problems taking care of Chuckie but...he had better keep on the good side of the other one....he didn't think he could go up against a man who could throw cars like toys. But oddly enough he had nothing left to say...

[Guest]

OOC: Apologies for the delay.

"It's quite alright Archangel ... I am Perses of RIOTE, but you may call me Hei instead. Easier to say and easier to remember!" A bit of an amused chuckle sounds out from him as the three are trading conversation about with each other as well.

The doll confirmed his thoughts that it was, indeed, a soul-bound entity, but all in all seemed a little odd. Perhaps it was because it was such an interesting individual in the way it spoke? But that did pose a question, and could often be blunt when he got inquisitive so.

"Pardon me for asking, Soul-Bound One. But do you have a name? And, you as well?" the question shifted from Red to Adryion ... as Hei still didn't know what their names were. Well, then again, they didn't know he was earlier, so now he was exacting the formalities of exchanging names. Either way, it was an amusing spectacle outside! Magnificent! Cars were lit ablaze, angry mobs were forming ... military police were combating against civilians while all-out pandemonium raged in the streets.

"Looks like the circus came to town early, ey?" he just off-handedly comments at the hectic scenery while just ... relaxing a bit. Easing his tense self from that jog a few minutes ago.

[Guest]

Ah... Aha... Red enjoyed the little weirdy! As he moved away from Alice's warm, inviting blade, just BEGGING to impale his foot, Red had to disappoint his harpoon, by placing it back where it belonged, in its sheath, as he smiled up at the one called Archangel. "My, oh my, kill him? Nah, I like the guy. Well... I like Bitey, and he's pretty amusing to boot." Flashing a GENUINE, albeit eerie and DISTURBING smile at Adry, he waved and turned his attention now to Hei. "A name, you say, Moscovian Black Night, aka Perses, aka Hei?" Indeed, he DID just pronounce A.K.A. as aka, which WAS what it appeared to be, to him.

"Well, they call me Red. Or rather, I call myself Red, hehehe... Back at the institution in Oxford, I was called a bunch of stuff; officially, Prisoner F601, Class A Security. Unofficially, they called me demon, devilspawn, the thing, monster, creature, freakshow, and all sorts of colorful words~ Ah, I miss those guys... A shame most of my attendants and psychologists committed suicide, for whatever reasons... Oh, and my real name, if I recall properly, was Ryan Edward Dunn, but please; call me Red." Indeed. A speech. And just why WOULDN'T he give his name in the form of a speech? It was much more fun than that silly James Bond guy from the moving pictures he'd seen. Speaking of which, those moving pictures were pretty weird... But everyone seemed not to notice how strange it was to have giant people that live in a strange two dimensional world, which we may only view at certain times and such. The first time he'd seen a moving picture, it was some pretty high octane nightmare fuel to him; he'd watched Child's Play 3, and there was some copycat killer trying to be him!

Directing his attention to Valeria now, however, he smiled and nodded, as if answering a question it didn't seem she'd asked. "Yep, yep, yep, that's what I be, a soul bound doll, indeed, is me~ You, too, are rather interesting, by the way, particularly back at that inferno of a job I had fulfilled~ Made mincemeat of those cops, you did, left me with just the one, and I came out on top without having to dirty my beloved Alice again." Ah, that inferno... Fun, fun, fun, and he'd even struck a deal with Angelika! A good day, that was, akin to this one, even...

[Emmelin]

Oh you~ Val smirked and gave a glint of a pleased look. Indeed she was flattered again. Val liked being flattered and she was getting showered in it, minus Adry oh wait.. he winked so yes, compliments abound. She smiled rather contently and chuckled at Hei's mention of this being a circus. Indeed it was correct. They were a bunch of random and odd people. Valeria of course was the eye candy! Her eyes closed a moment and she faced towards Red. "Aaaaaa~ I see! Well it was no problem. I rather dislike Militants. They endanger my goals." She would state coolly. "I would have gotten the woman too if it weren't for the fact I had more important business to attend." A.K.A got shot in the side. "Besides I figured waiting there for her was meaningless."

Her eyes shot back to Adry and she'd wink back at him. She never showed him too much attention, it would go to his head after all! Her lips flashing a toothy grin before she turned her words to him. "You owe me new clothes since you lost mine." She would say in a not serious manner. She knew if she really needed clothes she'd just give him money to go get them. She HATED shopping for stuff. Then again trusting Adry with her clothes shopping was not always.., productive. Besides at the time he was likely to tell Val to bite him, not that she'd reject the request.

Her eyes came to Hei. "Quite a lot of damage. What did you do to make so many people mad. Obviously it couldn't have been your words or charming looks~" Yes her normal flirting returned. She didn't care, she always flattered people. What would they do now anyways/ Val was curious as to how the day would play out with the odd group of people. Her body paced around Red as she got a good look at him. "Hmm.. first time I've seen a soul-bound anything~" She would kneel down to take a better look at him. It was curious to her, how these things worked as she'd never truly witnessed alchemy.. not yet anyways.

[Csilla Angelis]

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