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Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
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Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Toss Ivanova Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:33 am
He was the wolf--the wolf that would huff and puff and blow your house down. He was the venomous beast that went bump in midday, and he had the red eyes to prove it. He was was the creature hiding under your bed, covered in dust you couldn't see. And he was bored. So bored that Toss took an off-duty spin in the new, the ultimate, the invincible Fallacy. Dun dun dun daaa! Equip with the newest high-propulsion jet engines, this baby could go from zero to breaking the sound barrier in half the time it previously took. With the best engineers in not just Carraig, but the world, its safety enhancement improved tenfold, not like he needed safety--AHAHAHA! He was Toss Ivanova: homunculus in sheep's clothing extraordinaire, harnessing the almighty power of a plane crossed with a spaceship. The best part was he couldn't get another shot at the doctor's in his life, and the worst part was it made getting the flu a lot easier. How this happened in the first place was accredited to a mirror-loving, self-obsessed, blue-haired, murderess, queen bitch named Alena whom, by all the power vested in Toss, was blown away...by a kiss. Now, thinking back on it--WOAH A TREE--it was something spur-of-the-moment. Like say, when you buy something like--like anything really. It's like that. However, by--WTF ANOTHER TREE--kissing her, she's the vain, self-centered, obnoxious, skank Vanity therefore her poisons already laced onto her lips put this guy out of commission for a damn good while. Telling that to the boss was a field day. 'Oh, by the way I'm immortal (kinda) and you just met three of us in one day. Whoopee.' The King was thrilled--so thrilled in fact that he paid ALL the expenses for Toss' destroyed ship despite, despite him working abroad for RIOTE undercover. Blame her she was the one who didn't let him die--who he owed a favor to because of that. And he always paid back favors.
But today, today was such a lax day that lounging in the shop and getting sprayed with grease and engine oil was just not on the agenda. Instead, he chose to take the newly painted, rocket red honny out for the time of her life. And this baby was the only chick he digged. His sister, Hanna, was satisfied enough for the time being to give him some time to himself with which to go wild. He left Carraig, heading towards Amestris peacefully, enjoying the scenery, flying a bit low for comfort in order to live on the wild side, and then sort of saw these white puffy things. At first, they looked like full heads of dandelions unriddled by wind so as to not have shed their seeds yet. When he looked closer, he noticed they had heads. ...They were blinking at him. Mindlessly chewing away at grass, grazing without an ounce of gratification. SHEEP. There were a shit ton of sheep in Carraig so over--he looked at the map--Resembool was not much different. But hey, wasn't this the place where that famous alchemist lived? Edric something. Never was good at history. Whatever. Toss shifted gears and was about to ascend higher over them when one caught sight: deer-in-headlights caught sight. Then all the heads turned, an exclamation of 'baaaa' breaking loose in a torrent of horror. The one that saw first acted first as well, bounding retardedly forward in hopes to escape the brash bird. All the other sheep acted in the same exact way, using the same movements, eyes so wide you could see the crazy whites of them.
It was too amusing. "AHAHAHAHA," Toss retorted, chasing them with a vicious smirk. "That's right RUN AWAY FROM THE PREDATOR!" Okay, maybe he was more than a little bored, but watching their panic was like playing with anthills as a little boy. Poor, pathetic animals; their tiny brains couldn't even process the half of what he was. He the wolf among the sheep, the malicious with a mask. Hell, he didn't even know, what did it matter? He was turned into this; it was what he was now. He came to terms with it a good three years or something ago. Not only that, but he was the asshole that turned his sister into a mishmash of human and homunculus. How that was even possible was beyond him. She had black hair now, but it worked. She was a talking, animated,crazy, obsessed, ADHD-festering little sister whom he loved dearly, except when she drove him mad. Sometimes he wondered if maybe all his greed transferred over to her...until, well... "I want fucking sheep!" that. The white balls of fluff hit the fence--collided with the fence, turned, and darted off in the other direction like bouncing cotton balls of terror. Toss herded them like the asshole he was, laughing to himself. He spun his ship around, maneuvering it at sharp curves and angles, going too slow too close to the ground. Grass was kicked up, the sheep treating him like border collie on crack until Toss reached the other side of the long property again, not circling back this time. He continued, but ran into another farm with hundred of the--the...Sheep were so weird. Like. What even are they. Stubby fat things that are actually skinny with poodle-like curly-q's and weird T ears. Yeah. "Maybe not." Some of them DIDN'T EVEN HAVE FACES. They were noses. Just noses. That's it.
Alright where was he going with this? Toss wasn't really sure where he was even flying right now. Just the Amestris Technology Exposé seemed appealing at the time; he could find new systems to buy and put into ships! Central blipped on his dashboard, signaling he had arrived in the dead center of the city, making finding a parking garage easy as pie. Dammit. Now he wanted pie. He streamed through the various garages, milling about them in search for the greatest roof with the best support before landing on one and then haggling with the guy behind the glass for a good twenty minutes. Hey, the guy was probably bored anyway. And Toss saved ten cenz so it was worth it in the end. He could buy pie with that ten cenz!
You know how everyone's mother and their great aunt tell you to always look both ways when crossing the street? Toss stopped doing that shit a long-ass time ago. If a sedan got in his way, tough shit for them. If an oil tanker got in his way, it took a new pair of clothes and some time to look presentable before continuing onward so he tended to try and avoid those. Today...today it was a pie truck. He couldn't say he didn't always get what he wanted. Some stupid-ass joker was driving the car and his foot wasn't fast enough to hit the break. Toss had just gotten off the elevator decked out in a fancy pinstripe suit and a black fedora with silver lining. Even his shoes were shiny black without scuffs of any kind. Brand new. Fresh off the hanger. The light was red. Toss was colorblind to stoplights. The horn was obnoxious, but the smoke was a bit more brutal. He kept walking even if he did look like a human with dragon scales. He was thrown back. There were now gaping holes in his suit's thick material, enough to prevent him from looking as snazzy as he had wanted for the Tech Exposé in Central. So much for going in style.
When his ultimate shield dispersed enough for him to look mostly human, Toss rose to his feet with a crazy grin on his face. It was so fast that people hadn't gathered around yet. He walked right up to the truck driver with a fierce look. The guy's greasy mop of a head was skewed sideways in shock, eyes wide as the unbelievable waltzed into view. "Watch where you're going," he cooed with a cool look and tousled white hair sticking to the blood on his forehead.
But today, today was such a lax day that lounging in the shop and getting sprayed with grease and engine oil was just not on the agenda. Instead, he chose to take the newly painted, rocket red honny out for the time of her life. And this baby was the only chick he digged. His sister, Hanna, was satisfied enough for the time being to give him some time to himself with which to go wild. He left Carraig, heading towards Amestris peacefully, enjoying the scenery, flying a bit low for comfort in order to live on the wild side, and then sort of saw these white puffy things. At first, they looked like full heads of dandelions unriddled by wind so as to not have shed their seeds yet. When he looked closer, he noticed they had heads. ...They were blinking at him. Mindlessly chewing away at grass, grazing without an ounce of gratification. SHEEP. There were a shit ton of sheep in Carraig so over--he looked at the map--Resembool was not much different. But hey, wasn't this the place where that famous alchemist lived? Edric something. Never was good at history. Whatever. Toss shifted gears and was about to ascend higher over them when one caught sight: deer-in-headlights caught sight. Then all the heads turned, an exclamation of 'baaaa' breaking loose in a torrent of horror. The one that saw first acted first as well, bounding retardedly forward in hopes to escape the brash bird. All the other sheep acted in the same exact way, using the same movements, eyes so wide you could see the crazy whites of them.
It was too amusing. "AHAHAHAHA," Toss retorted, chasing them with a vicious smirk. "That's right RUN AWAY FROM THE PREDATOR!" Okay, maybe he was more than a little bored, but watching their panic was like playing with anthills as a little boy. Poor, pathetic animals; their tiny brains couldn't even process the half of what he was. He the wolf among the sheep, the malicious with a mask. Hell, he didn't even know, what did it matter? He was turned into this; it was what he was now. He came to terms with it a good three years or something ago. Not only that, but he was the asshole that turned his sister into a mishmash of human and homunculus. How that was even possible was beyond him. She had black hair now, but it worked. She was a talking, animated,
Alright where was he going with this? Toss wasn't really sure where he was even flying right now. Just the Amestris Technology Exposé seemed appealing at the time; he could find new systems to buy and put into ships! Central blipped on his dashboard, signaling he had arrived in the dead center of the city, making finding a parking garage easy as pie. Dammit. Now he wanted pie. He streamed through the various garages, milling about them in search for the greatest roof with the best support before landing on one and then haggling with the guy behind the glass for a good twenty minutes. Hey, the guy was probably bored anyway. And Toss saved ten cenz so it was worth it in the end. He could buy pie with that ten cenz!
You know how everyone's mother and their great aunt tell you to always look both ways when crossing the street? Toss stopped doing that shit a long-ass time ago. If a sedan got in his way, tough shit for them. If an oil tanker got in his way, it took a new pair of clothes and some time to look presentable before continuing onward so he tended to try and avoid those. Today...today it was a pie truck. He couldn't say he didn't always get what he wanted. Some stupid-ass joker was driving the car and his foot wasn't fast enough to hit the break. Toss had just gotten off the elevator decked out in a fancy pinstripe suit and a black fedora with silver lining. Even his shoes were shiny black without scuffs of any kind. Brand new. Fresh off the hanger. The light was red. Toss was colorblind to stoplights. The horn was obnoxious, but the smoke was a bit more brutal. He kept walking even if he did look like a human with dragon scales. He was thrown back. There were now gaping holes in his suit's thick material, enough to prevent him from looking as snazzy as he had wanted for the Tech Exposé in Central. So much for going in style.
When his ultimate shield dispersed enough for him to look mostly human, Toss rose to his feet with a crazy grin on his face. It was so fast that people hadn't gathered around yet. He walked right up to the truck driver with a fierce look. The guy's greasy mop of a head was skewed sideways in shock, eyes wide as the unbelievable waltzed into view. "Watch where you're going," he cooed with a cool look and tousled white hair sticking to the blood on his forehead.
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Guest Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:56 pm
"...Why are there pictures of sheep on your phone?" It was an afterthought. Jack raised an eyebrow, his amused eyes hidden behind the rim of a pair of aviators. He approached the smoking truck, waving the white-haired man's cellphone like a first place trophy. "If you wanted to heat the pies up, starting a fire on main street just isn't the right way," he laughed faintly, eyeing the sidewalk behind him where his older brother stood. However much convincing it took to bring King here was probably all for naught now that he would get to meet another one of his kind. Not that he was complaining. But what, was Amestris crawling with the things? Well, it did make some small amount of sense considering the history of Father and the concept of the sins being birthed from him in Central long ago. Still. This guy wasn't even from Amestris.
"What brings you here from Carraig, hm? Have a pie to settle?" Oh he was going to be killed at the end of this (in a philosophical sense). "Really, it's just so nonsensical for you to walk out into the middle of the street during a red light and get hit by a truck. What were the writer's thinking, you know? I'm going to go ahead and guess that you're here for the Exposé too, am I right? It's a world-renowned gathering (of the sorts) so it makes sense. That your airplane...thing?" Point. "Thought so. You know, you should probably not threaten the guy you just caused an accident for. I saw everything. Somehow you're still alive. What are you, some kind of alien?" Jack held a hand over his mouth, letting his sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose in order to show his eyes masquerading as a horrified civilian. "Kidding. Actually, I'm mildly curious as to the make of this phone. It exceeds the atypical smartphone in that 1.) it isn't password protected, 2.) it has a keyboard--why have a keyboard when you can type on the screen? And 3.) your most recent picture automatically becomes the home screen image. Isn't that annoying? What if--what if you just took a picture of something embarrassing like... Haha, like say, a sheep? You really are from Carraig aren't you. Don't answer that." Any and all further protests and/or death threats were then ignored coming from the white-haired homunculus whose sin was currently unknown, Jack's attention thwarted to the truck driver who looked like he was going to have a conniption and die on the spot.
"Don't worry I got this." He pressed a couple hundred buttons at the speed of light on the homunculus' phone and then winked a single blue eye at the trunk driver who only then started to look like he realized he was being talked to. "Concussion. Don't fall asleep. Ambulance should be on its way." Sirens. "Yep. Man, it's been a long time since I've used Amestrian, eh King?" He grinned sheepishly over at his brother and tossed the phone to the white-haired homunculus who at least caught it. "Guess we gotta wait until the police arrive. Can't just split to the Exposé...dammit." Jack tapped his watch, eyeing the golden hands with distaste. If they didn't leave now they were going to be late. "I'll cut you a deal. I erase the fact that this ever happened and I don't tell the police that you're a homunculus if-- No, I'm not blackmailing you. If you cover that." Jack pointed again, this time to their parked rental car that was currently on fire due to pieces of the truck hitting it. "It wouldn't hurt to reimburse the meter too. 3.25 cenz. Pocket change adds up. Oh and taxi fair back to the airport. Do we have a deal?" Silence ensued for a moment, Jack adjusting his sunglasses against the blare of the fires. He managed to remain calm during the entire affair, but he was certain that the other party was fuming. Hell, he looked like he was going to choke a bitch. He was still a bit rattled by seeing a man walk square into a truck and survive perfectly intact, but after many midnight discussions with his brother, Jack had learned quite a bit about the inhuman species with many lives. Following that thought, it didn't look like this guy died at all from the hit though. Wouldn't anyone typically die and then heal? Save for his forehead and clothes, there wasn't a scratch on him. Was he different from the rest? Hm. No matter, what had to be done, had to be done. And this guy didn't seem used to legal matters or being prosecuted, which allowed Jack major leeway with gaining what he wanted. "You don't go to jail and I get to the Expo on time; it's win-win, what's there to lose?"
"What brings you here from Carraig, hm? Have a pie to settle?" Oh he was going to be killed at the end of this (in a philosophical sense). "Really, it's just so nonsensical for you to walk out into the middle of the street during a red light and get hit by a truck. What were the writer's thinking, you know? I'm going to go ahead and guess that you're here for the Exposé too, am I right? It's a world-renowned gathering (of the sorts) so it makes sense. That your airplane...thing?" Point. "Thought so. You know, you should probably not threaten the guy you just caused an accident for. I saw everything. Somehow you're still alive. What are you, some kind of alien?" Jack held a hand over his mouth, letting his sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose in order to show his eyes masquerading as a horrified civilian. "Kidding. Actually, I'm mildly curious as to the make of this phone. It exceeds the atypical smartphone in that 1.) it isn't password protected, 2.) it has a keyboard--why have a keyboard when you can type on the screen? And 3.) your most recent picture automatically becomes the home screen image. Isn't that annoying? What if--what if you just took a picture of something embarrassing like... Haha, like say, a sheep? You really are from Carraig aren't you. Don't answer that." Any and all further protests and/or death threats were then ignored coming from the white-haired homunculus whose sin was currently unknown, Jack's attention thwarted to the truck driver who looked like he was going to have a conniption and die on the spot.
"Don't worry I got this." He pressed a couple hundred buttons at the speed of light on the homunculus' phone and then winked a single blue eye at the trunk driver who only then started to look like he realized he was being talked to. "Concussion. Don't fall asleep. Ambulance should be on its way." Sirens. "Yep. Man, it's been a long time since I've used Amestrian, eh King?" He grinned sheepishly over at his brother and tossed the phone to the white-haired homunculus who at least caught it. "Guess we gotta wait until the police arrive. Can't just split to the Exposé...dammit." Jack tapped his watch, eyeing the golden hands with distaste. If they didn't leave now they were going to be late. "I'll cut you a deal. I erase the fact that this ever happened and I don't tell the police that you're a homunculus if-- No, I'm not blackmailing you. If you cover that." Jack pointed again, this time to their parked rental car that was currently on fire due to pieces of the truck hitting it. "It wouldn't hurt to reimburse the meter too. 3.25 cenz. Pocket change adds up. Oh and taxi fair back to the airport. Do we have a deal?" Silence ensued for a moment, Jack adjusting his sunglasses against the blare of the fires. He managed to remain calm during the entire affair, but he was certain that the other party was fuming. Hell, he looked like he was going to choke a bitch. He was still a bit rattled by seeing a man walk square into a truck and survive perfectly intact, but after many midnight discussions with his brother, Jack had learned quite a bit about the inhuman species with many lives. Following that thought, it didn't look like this guy died at all from the hit though. Wouldn't anyone typically die and then heal? Save for his forehead and clothes, there wasn't a scratch on him. Was he different from the rest? Hm. No matter, what had to be done, had to be done. And this guy didn't seem used to legal matters or being prosecuted, which allowed Jack major leeway with gaining what he wanted. "You don't go to jail and I get to the Expo on time; it's win-win, what's there to lose?"
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Guest Mon Jul 09, 2012 10:39 pm
Something about a truck. And a phone. King had turned around for one minute to get a beer, and then when he turned around, Jack was standing there, cocky as always, waving the phone around, and the entire area appeared to have been subjected to what looked like some form of bombing run. Smoke cleared and the man on the other end of the truck was still standing. All around the stalls, people sat, slack-jawed, eyes gaping wide, as they spat out their coffee and dropped whatever conveniently valuable objects laid within their grasp. "...Why are there pictures of sheep on your phone?"
"You're going to get yourself killed one day, Jack..." King murmured under his breath, taking a sip of the thin Amestrian lager. Eugh. Lager. It tasted like piss. Grimacing, he stared at the bottle, before downing the last of it and tossing it aside, brushing some soot from his vest and jacket. No real harm had come to him or snarky Iron Man over there; King wasn't even dressed in anything expensive. Black tank top, leather jacket, aviators, jeans, and some boots. "If you wanted to heat the pies up, starting a fire on main street just isn't the right way," King rolled his eyes, inevitably.
"You're not funny!" He howled, from across the street, before edging back up alongside Jack and scratching the back of his head, looking down towards the man who was currently messing with his skin. Something was flickering, luminescent multicoloured scales twinkling in a wave of opalescent bright colours. "I know this one, I know this one..." Vanity had told him about the homunculi. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Amestrian felt... weird. "GREED!" He threw his hands up in the air, then pumped them downwards successfully, the Ouroboros on his tongue becoming momentarily visible as it hung from his mouth.
"Thought so. You know, you should probably not threaten the guy you just caused an accident for. I saw everything. Somehow you're still alive. What are you, some kind of alien?" King rolled his eyes once more, the last froth of the lager fading. He belched, spinning around and scanning the environment for any more alcohol, before pouting falsely, edging up further alongside Jack and regarding the other homunculus with near-pity. It's hard to pity someone who survives getting crashed into by a pie truck. Plus, free pies.
"He's kiddin-"
As per usual, fast-talking blondie cut him back off. "Kidding. Actually, I'm mildly curious as to the make of this phone. It exceeds the atypical smartphone in that 1.) it isn't password protected, 2.) it has a keyboard--why have a keyboard when you can type on the screen? And 3.) your most recent picture automatically becomes the home screen image. Isn't that annoying? What if--what if you just took a picture of something embarrassing like... Haha, like say, a sheep? You really are from Carraig aren't you. Don't answer that." King scratched the back of his head. That was overkill, even for Jack.
King stared back at him. "You should really learn when to shut the fuck up," He commented idly, yawning, despite the flames flickering around his feet. The homunculus stomped a couple of them out for fun; his boots didn't burn. Fire-resistant, after the last fiasco in Creta had not only shredded but burnt most of his suit to shit. "It's not good to be a phone snob, ya' jackass." King lunged out to try and get the phone, but Jack swept to the side, and instead, he teetered for a moment, before regaining his balance.
Suddenly, he was quickly reminded of the weight of the Automag hanging in his jacket, snarling indiscriminately at his brother. Why, oh, why had he bothered resurrecting this moron? "Concussion. Don't fall asleep. Ambulance should be on its way." Oh, Jackyll Krow, the ever-kind, caring, and warm-hearted fine citizen of Amestris. Sarcasm intended. "Yep. Man, it's been a long time since I've used Amestrian, eh King?" King rolled his eyes once more, not responding to Jack with coherent speech, but instead all manner of rude hand gestures.
"I'll cut you a deal. I erase the fact that this ever happened and I don't tell the police that you're a homunculus if-- No, I'm not blackmailing you. If you cover that." Beneath his shades, King arched his eyebrows at the mention of police, and anxiously adjusted his jacket, snarling quietly. His brother was a fucking moron. Police. Right. Like he was sticking around for an interview as they cross-checked one of the world's public enemies along their systems. He was a wanted fucking man - why had he agreed to do this? He was lucky the truck hadn't set Challenger on fire - she was back in Drachma, being shipped over in a few days. Otherwise, this homunculus would have been relieved of all of his godforsaken souls before he count to ten.
King waited angrily for a time to interject, steam slowly appearing to rise from his head as his incoherent snarls just became louder and louder with every sentence his dickweed brother finished. "It wouldn't hurt to reimburse the meter too. 3.25 cenz. Pocket change adds up. Oh and taxi fair back to the airport. Do we have a deal?" Why, that snarky bastard. King rolled his eyes once more, and landed a 'gentle' punch on the man's arm with gritted teeth, before whispering in his ear in Gelemortian.
"You do remember that I am a wanted man in Amestris, right!?" He began to snarl uncontrollably. Prison didn't sound like a good idea. Hell, this whole fucking day had started bad. Waking up before one, travelling to Amestris... that was chaos in a nutshell. King had been surprised they hadn't stopped him at the airport, though a false moustache had functioned fairly well. 'Capable Amestrian security officials will see you through customs', they said. Pfft. "You need to shut the fuck up," King could have lugged a minigun through customs, and no-one would have batted an eyelid... actually... that wasn't a bad idea-
"You don't go to jail and I get to the Expo on time; it's win-win, what's there to lose?" Yes. Win-win. Cause he'd always wanted to go to this Expo in the first place. Riveting. His idea of a fascinating day out. Honestly, he'd have preferred being at the bar wooing some young drunk thing on the rebound, taking her upstairs a stroke after midnight, and then giving her a stroke after midnight.
At times like this, there was only one thing to say for King...
"God, I need a fucking beer."
"You're going to get yourself killed one day, Jack..." King murmured under his breath, taking a sip of the thin Amestrian lager. Eugh. Lager. It tasted like piss. Grimacing, he stared at the bottle, before downing the last of it and tossing it aside, brushing some soot from his vest and jacket. No real harm had come to him or snarky Iron Man over there; King wasn't even dressed in anything expensive. Black tank top, leather jacket, aviators, jeans, and some boots. "If you wanted to heat the pies up, starting a fire on main street just isn't the right way," King rolled his eyes, inevitably.
"You're not funny!" He howled, from across the street, before edging back up alongside Jack and scratching the back of his head, looking down towards the man who was currently messing with his skin. Something was flickering, luminescent multicoloured scales twinkling in a wave of opalescent bright colours. "I know this one, I know this one..." Vanity had told him about the homunculi. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Amestrian felt... weird. "GREED!" He threw his hands up in the air, then pumped them downwards successfully, the Ouroboros on his tongue becoming momentarily visible as it hung from his mouth.
"Thought so. You know, you should probably not threaten the guy you just caused an accident for. I saw everything. Somehow you're still alive. What are you, some kind of alien?" King rolled his eyes once more, the last froth of the lager fading. He belched, spinning around and scanning the environment for any more alcohol, before pouting falsely, edging up further alongside Jack and regarding the other homunculus with near-pity. It's hard to pity someone who survives getting crashed into by a pie truck. Plus, free pies.
"He's kiddin-"
As per usual, fast-talking blondie cut him back off. "Kidding. Actually, I'm mildly curious as to the make of this phone. It exceeds the atypical smartphone in that 1.) it isn't password protected, 2.) it has a keyboard--why have a keyboard when you can type on the screen? And 3.) your most recent picture automatically becomes the home screen image. Isn't that annoying? What if--what if you just took a picture of something embarrassing like... Haha, like say, a sheep? You really are from Carraig aren't you. Don't answer that." King scratched the back of his head. That was overkill, even for Jack.
King stared back at him. "You should really learn when to shut the fuck up," He commented idly, yawning, despite the flames flickering around his feet. The homunculus stomped a couple of them out for fun; his boots didn't burn. Fire-resistant, after the last fiasco in Creta had not only shredded but burnt most of his suit to shit. "It's not good to be a phone snob, ya' jackass." King lunged out to try and get the phone, but Jack swept to the side, and instead, he teetered for a moment, before regaining his balance.
Suddenly, he was quickly reminded of the weight of the Automag hanging in his jacket, snarling indiscriminately at his brother. Why, oh, why had he bothered resurrecting this moron? "Concussion. Don't fall asleep. Ambulance should be on its way." Oh, Jackyll Krow, the ever-kind, caring, and warm-hearted fine citizen of Amestris. Sarcasm intended. "Yep. Man, it's been a long time since I've used Amestrian, eh King?" King rolled his eyes once more, not responding to Jack with coherent speech, but instead all manner of rude hand gestures.
"I'll cut you a deal. I erase the fact that this ever happened and I don't tell the police that you're a homunculus if-- No, I'm not blackmailing you. If you cover that." Beneath his shades, King arched his eyebrows at the mention of police, and anxiously adjusted his jacket, snarling quietly. His brother was a fucking moron. Police. Right. Like he was sticking around for an interview as they cross-checked one of the world's public enemies along their systems. He was a wanted fucking man - why had he agreed to do this? He was lucky the truck hadn't set Challenger on fire - she was back in Drachma, being shipped over in a few days. Otherwise, this homunculus would have been relieved of all of his godforsaken souls before he count to ten.
King waited angrily for a time to interject, steam slowly appearing to rise from his head as his incoherent snarls just became louder and louder with every sentence his dickweed brother finished. "It wouldn't hurt to reimburse the meter too. 3.25 cenz. Pocket change adds up. Oh and taxi fair back to the airport. Do we have a deal?" Why, that snarky bastard. King rolled his eyes once more, and landed a 'gentle' punch on the man's arm with gritted teeth, before whispering in his ear in Gelemortian.
"You do remember that I am a wanted man in Amestris, right!?" He began to snarl uncontrollably. Prison didn't sound like a good idea. Hell, this whole fucking day had started bad. Waking up before one, travelling to Amestris... that was chaos in a nutshell. King had been surprised they hadn't stopped him at the airport, though a false moustache had functioned fairly well. 'Capable Amestrian security officials will see you through customs', they said. Pfft. "You need to shut the fuck up," King could have lugged a minigun through customs, and no-one would have batted an eyelid... actually... that wasn't a bad idea-
"You don't go to jail and I get to the Expo on time; it's win-win, what's there to lose?" Yes. Win-win. Cause he'd always wanted to go to this Expo in the first place. Riveting. His idea of a fascinating day out. Honestly, he'd have preferred being at the bar wooing some young drunk thing on the rebound, taking her upstairs a stroke after midnight, and then giving her a stroke after midnight.
At times like this, there was only one thing to say for King...
"God, I need a fucking beer."
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Molly McCafferty Tue Jul 10, 2012 11:30 am
Tee-hee-hee~ Toss entered the Fallacy just as was expected, and Molly sat back, in the loading bay, waiting. Waiting. For him to take off. Soon enough he did, and she went WHOOSH up in the air in the plane, supressing a laugh. Son enough, he started gaining speed and all that schnazzy jazz, zipping around and the like, for a while. Then, as Molly's GPS pointed out to her, they were in Amestris, more specifically Resembool, when Toss started going CRAZY!~ He was flying all around, swooping low, soaring high and the like, and WHEEEEEE!~ T'was fun! Good, happy, silly fun. Bahaha, sneaking aboard the Fallacy was the best idea ever.
Soon, however, he landed the plane, and Molly was depressed momentarily. Then she heard his footsteps as he left the aircraft and moved away. So she quietly opened the hatch on the loading bay and dropped down onto the ground, closed it again, and snuck along behind Toss, all sneaky ninja-like. Somehow, she was good at sneaking up on people! And she watched from a distance as Toss hit a pie-truck, blinking a bit. WELL. That'd be a tough stain to clean out of his shirt! She'd clean it out though, if only because she was nice enough to clean his laundry for him.
She carried on forward, noticing two newcomers, one of whom had a motor-mouth on full power, the other standing beside Sir Talksalot, looking VERY ticked off. They looked a lot alike... Brothers? Interesting. And Toss' scales had dissipitated, leaving the poor pie truck guy alone in his wounding. WOUNDING! That was almost WOUNDED. Oh, crap, she'd forgot, she had a concert tomorrow, doing some covers of Third Eye Blind songs and the like. Hrm... Toss better not be spending the night in Amestris.
Anywho, she snuck up to being behind Toss, making a shush expression with her finger pressed to her lip, and she tackle-glomped Toss to the ground with all the expertise of a football player. "TOSSY~ How're yah!? Dun'tcha ask meh why'm here either, 'cus I'm not gonna tell ya I snuck aboard th' Fall'cy. 'Cus I di'n't~" Letting Toss back up, she stood up, herself, smiling at the other two. Amestrian, they were speaking, and thus she spoke the same, in her Esparian-accented Amestrian. "Hiya!~ I'm Molly, I'm Toss' friend, who are you guys do you know Toss too, how are you two today?" Smiling after her LONG string of words, she then glanced at the not-talkative man, who was apparently in need of booze. So she, always prepared for anything, grasped from her hip a wineskin, which she opened, checking the contents, before tossing them over to the man. It was also at that moment she noticed a pie on the hood of the truck, about to fall off. As it started to drop, nearly going to waste on the ground, she snatched it out of the air, just in time, and took into her hand a large shard of glass on the windshield, slicing herself a piece of the chocolate pie she'd found. Stepping back over next to Toss, she took a bite of the way. "Mm, Toss, this's really good pie!~ Wanna have a slice'r two?"
Soon, however, he landed the plane, and Molly was depressed momentarily. Then she heard his footsteps as he left the aircraft and moved away. So she quietly opened the hatch on the loading bay and dropped down onto the ground, closed it again, and snuck along behind Toss, all sneaky ninja-like. Somehow, she was good at sneaking up on people! And she watched from a distance as Toss hit a pie-truck, blinking a bit. WELL. That'd be a tough stain to clean out of his shirt! She'd clean it out though, if only because she was nice enough to clean his laundry for him.
She carried on forward, noticing two newcomers, one of whom had a motor-mouth on full power, the other standing beside Sir Talksalot, looking VERY ticked off. They looked a lot alike... Brothers? Interesting. And Toss' scales had dissipitated, leaving the poor pie truck guy alone in his wounding. WOUNDING! That was almost WOUNDED. Oh, crap, she'd forgot, she had a concert tomorrow, doing some covers of Third Eye Blind songs and the like. Hrm... Toss better not be spending the night in Amestris.
Anywho, she snuck up to being behind Toss, making a shush expression with her finger pressed to her lip, and she tackle-glomped Toss to the ground with all the expertise of a football player. "TOSSY~ How're yah!? Dun'tcha ask meh why'm here either, 'cus I'm not gonna tell ya I snuck aboard th' Fall'cy. 'Cus I di'n't~" Letting Toss back up, she stood up, herself, smiling at the other two. Amestrian, they were speaking, and thus she spoke the same, in her Esparian-accented Amestrian. "Hiya!~ I'm Molly, I'm Toss' friend, who are you guys do you know Toss too, how are you two today?" Smiling after her LONG string of words, she then glanced at the not-talkative man, who was apparently in need of booze. So she, always prepared for anything, grasped from her hip a wineskin, which she opened, checking the contents, before tossing them over to the man. It was also at that moment she noticed a pie on the hood of the truck, about to fall off. As it started to drop, nearly going to waste on the ground, she snatched it out of the air, just in time, and took into her hand a large shard of glass on the windshield, slicing herself a piece of the chocolate pie she'd found. Stepping back over next to Toss, she took a bite of the way. "Mm, Toss, this's really good pie!~ Wanna have a slice'r two?"
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Envy Wed Jul 11, 2012 5:30 pm
Envy was starting to believe that philosopher's stones were magnetic to each other. That would certainly explain why all eight of them could always, somehow, meet up without organizing such thing. This situation was one of those times. There was the current incarnation of Greed, who, while having a lucky natural appearance, was thick enough to get hit by a pie truck. Fortunately for him, he also happened to be thick enough to not receive notable injuries.
Second one was someone who Envy hadn't actually met. He was current Gluttony, who seemed to be one of Vanity's protectors. So Envy had seen him, but he hadn't MET him. This was one of the reasons why Envy had stopped his usual visit to his favorite café and had become one of the few people who were standing around the event. His only hesitation was the guests that those two had brought with them. Other was a man who didn't seem to remember that people didn't need to talk all the time. The other one wasn't as talkative, but looked twice as happy. That was potentially even worse. In the meantime, Envy would just let this situation go as he po...
Toss's companion would now have to share some of her pie with a man who had walked next to her, with his hand extended as a sign to give some to him. The said man looked aerugese/xingese and was dressed rather casually. Blue hoodie that he was wearing was showing what he was wearing underneath it, which was a black sleeveless shirt. Jeans were also blue, but not as blue as his hoodie. However, that man didn't talk to her. Instead, Envy talked to Toss. "Yes, we have met. And no, you don't recognize me. Do the math". And then to King. "Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot".
Second one was someone who Envy hadn't actually met. He was current Gluttony, who seemed to be one of Vanity's protectors. So Envy had seen him, but he hadn't MET him. This was one of the reasons why Envy had stopped his usual visit to his favorite café and had become one of the few people who were standing around the event. His only hesitation was the guests that those two had brought with them. Other was a man who didn't seem to remember that people didn't need to talk all the time. The other one wasn't as talkative, but looked twice as happy. That was potentially even worse. In the meantime, Envy would just let this situation go as he po...
Toss's companion would now have to share some of her pie with a man who had walked next to her, with his hand extended as a sign to give some to him. The said man looked aerugese/xingese and was dressed rather casually. Blue hoodie that he was wearing was showing what he was wearing underneath it, which was a black sleeveless shirt. Jeans were also blue, but not as blue as his hoodie. However, that man didn't talk to her. Instead, Envy talked to Toss. "Yes, we have met. And no, you don't recognize me. Do the math". And then to King. "Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot".
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Guest Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:14 am
And so dawns another tiding of one of the most monumental and great epic that doth Nikolaus and occurs to him most often as... boredom. Such horrid times to be slapped a desk, paperwork, and told to do such a thing in an otherwise uneventful macabre delegation of clashing pencil and paper onto each other. How very dreadfully dangerous! As if it was something suited to someone of Nikolaus's caliber to operate in such an office function that he loathes most verily. Walking about in such a timing that simultaneously collides into that of those of the otherworldly origins, cheating and skirting taboos a plenty, restrictions and whichever fancy hits their way merely on the occurrence of existing. A loose affair that prompted Nikolaus to scratch his chin in wise contemplation as age has made him all the more philosophical and world weary, his youth sapping away every year that does but pass, for all those long time spent in great patience to wait for the fabled time. The fabled moment. The fabled chosen time.
His jackbooted march through the pavement and hawkish eyes gazed upon citizenry and traffic alike with greatly dull disposition, truly, underfunded as Amestris finds itself strained towards fixing some mess that was brought by constant warmongering, great budget deficiencies and Spade's lovely taxation to get most of his money for BOOZE has left Security underfunded and as a result, manned by idiots. Experienced officers are becoming fewer and fewer with pay grade lowered, so given such a perspective of things, this was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to patrol the streets. Would Nikolaus be angry of such an instance that decided to slap itself unto him and force him to actually have him patrol the streets himself? HELL NO. This is the BEST THING AROUND. He is dreadfully bored, and Spade just made it all the more convenient to actually have an excuse for a high ranked officer to roam about in inspections. Bless Spade and his squinty eyed drunken ass heart.
Things were seemingly a bit too quiet lately, which is bad. Really bad. It agitated Nikolaus beyond a measure and prompted him an innate bloodlust to which he kept satiated merely by the willing of his power. Feelings coarse through his veins about tearing some heads, punching some faces, and punting some has-been and minorities wherever they may be. The people in the street agitated him to a point he grit his teeth into calcium dust for what surface clashed against one another. The most interesting thing right now in Amestris is the tech exposé, some big shot attempt at showing technology that is kept at a premium exclusive for a while, get the masses to jizz their pants over something they won't have for weeks or even months, maybe years, sample it around, let them talk about it, get investors, and so on and so forth, and everyone leaves. HAH! Low tech stuff compared to the top secret tech he has seen, not even worth mentioning, finding himself unimpressed to be a luddite in this particular case given the reliance of technology enhances such weakness in one's own personal prowess. A most confusing quandary he finds himself philosophizing about in some inane babble in his grey matter.
But something fondled his attention and roused his optical intake to grow bolder as to snap his attention straight towards the source of great attraction to it. It was one, he could sense the presence as clear as day from a distance, for his eyes do not deceive. It prompted his attention even further, moaning for him to gaze further into this distance disturbance, smoke complete from where he has perceived such presences. Strong, very strong presences with an aura about like an abyss that dances in a tempest of so much vitality, just so much of it, they weren't like the sheep here. The carrion that feasts upon these worthless ingots walking the pavements with their doddering lives in their merry ways, as if the smoke all but gave them a moment's gaze at it as they continued their business from such a great five blocks away. Funny, RIOTE attacked and paranoia was supposed to be high, yet these simpletons could not but even give a minute's glance. HAH! Worthless.
Melting into the crowd, the black clad pale faced blonde shrunk and disappeared among the masses he mingled with.
...
Such strong feelings grew exponentially, the primal feelings of a triumvirate made manifest but in this most central of locations very most... astutely. It must be seen, had to be seen, HAD TO BE VISITED AND DWELT. Fingers laced and squeezed the pommel of the saber sword with great glee for what is to be.
A shadow bloomed, great white teeth grinned behind and blue orbs leered, the appearance of but the Security incarnate made it a footstone in what he embarked upon behind the master of masks, mirrors and shadows envious of the world and the humanity that dwells in it. Sizing up all three trumps that fall into the very chessboard that ultimately is Father's little charade he runs in his game for supremacy he lost but twice. A sordid tale and affair verily, but this was even more so... interesting to have met but more of Ilios's progeny, grasping for the sun's glory, but does such a lust yearn them Icarus's fate? Certainly the case given how they come and go like rats. Salazar was such a case to have lost his... oomph.
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" He says in his official security officer tone complete with the "you're in trouble" look at them, soon flanked by a couple of Security Officers (incompetent inbred louts to have responded to the hassle this late), approaching Envy from behind, all lapping into his very hawkish gaze, pointing his finger at Envy, Toss and then King, clear as they beheld and realized, "You three, I want you all for questioning in private, go to the alleyway as for you...." He points at the truck driver, "You're off the hook, go about your business and consult your insurance, which is now your problem. This is Security affairs now, buzz off before I take you in for questioning as well. The rest of you, disperse and leave, there is nothing to see here what-so-ever."
The man of such fat greasy mop headed disposition threw a protest in lieu to such inadequacy unveiled to the light of the public, "WHAT?! Who do you think you are asshole?! I know my Amestrian laws! You didn't even read out what rights they had! What the fuck do you think you know? You're not the Chief of Security, you're but a flunk-- AAAAHHHHHH!"
Nikolaus brilliantly grasped for the pistol unholstered in but a split moment, training it on the greasehead fatty's face, finger on trigger and all, "I AM the Chief Director of Security, I deem this a Security affair now fat little piggy. If you squeal one more time, I will be very unhappy. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes sir!" There is hope for Amestris yet if he can make a fatass civilian obey orders like a good little soldier. Stuka gave his attention to the rest of his black-clad men under his command by default. Keeping his vision on the Homunculus bunch, to the world, but one of the many, but to Nikolaus, a wolf stripped naked of the sheep's wool they don.
"Take care of the traffic, I have a little business to get to." He turns his gaze over to the three, pointing to his left onward to the alleyway.
His jackbooted march through the pavement and hawkish eyes gazed upon citizenry and traffic alike with greatly dull disposition, truly, underfunded as Amestris finds itself strained towards fixing some mess that was brought by constant warmongering, great budget deficiencies and Spade's lovely taxation to get most of his money for BOOZE has left Security underfunded and as a result, manned by idiots. Experienced officers are becoming fewer and fewer with pay grade lowered, so given such a perspective of things, this was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to patrol the streets. Would Nikolaus be angry of such an instance that decided to slap itself unto him and force him to actually have him patrol the streets himself? HELL NO. This is the BEST THING AROUND. He is dreadfully bored, and Spade just made it all the more convenient to actually have an excuse for a high ranked officer to roam about in inspections. Bless Spade and his squinty eyed drunken ass heart.
Things were seemingly a bit too quiet lately, which is bad. Really bad. It agitated Nikolaus beyond a measure and prompted him an innate bloodlust to which he kept satiated merely by the willing of his power. Feelings coarse through his veins about tearing some heads, punching some faces, and punting some has-been and minorities wherever they may be. The people in the street agitated him to a point he grit his teeth into calcium dust for what surface clashed against one another. The most interesting thing right now in Amestris is the tech exposé, some big shot attempt at showing technology that is kept at a premium exclusive for a while, get the masses to jizz their pants over something they won't have for weeks or even months, maybe years, sample it around, let them talk about it, get investors, and so on and so forth, and everyone leaves. HAH! Low tech stuff compared to the top secret tech he has seen, not even worth mentioning, finding himself unimpressed to be a luddite in this particular case given the reliance of technology enhances such weakness in one's own personal prowess. A most confusing quandary he finds himself philosophizing about in some inane babble in his grey matter.
But something fondled his attention and roused his optical intake to grow bolder as to snap his attention straight towards the source of great attraction to it. It was one, he could sense the presence as clear as day from a distance, for his eyes do not deceive. It prompted his attention even further, moaning for him to gaze further into this distance disturbance, smoke complete from where he has perceived such presences. Strong, very strong presences with an aura about like an abyss that dances in a tempest of so much vitality, just so much of it, they weren't like the sheep here. The carrion that feasts upon these worthless ingots walking the pavements with their doddering lives in their merry ways, as if the smoke all but gave them a moment's gaze at it as they continued their business from such a great five blocks away. Funny, RIOTE attacked and paranoia was supposed to be high, yet these simpletons could not but even give a minute's glance. HAH! Worthless.
Melting into the crowd, the black clad pale faced blonde shrunk and disappeared among the masses he mingled with.
...
Such strong feelings grew exponentially, the primal feelings of a triumvirate made manifest but in this most central of locations very most... astutely. It must be seen, had to be seen, HAD TO BE VISITED AND DWELT. Fingers laced and squeezed the pommel of the saber sword with great glee for what is to be.
A shadow bloomed, great white teeth grinned behind and blue orbs leered, the appearance of but the Security incarnate made it a footstone in what he embarked upon behind the master of masks, mirrors and shadows envious of the world and the humanity that dwells in it. Sizing up all three trumps that fall into the very chessboard that ultimately is Father's little charade he runs in his game for supremacy he lost but twice. A sordid tale and affair verily, but this was even more so... interesting to have met but more of Ilios's progeny, grasping for the sun's glory, but does such a lust yearn them Icarus's fate? Certainly the case given how they come and go like rats. Salazar was such a case to have lost his... oomph.
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" He says in his official security officer tone complete with the "you're in trouble" look at them, soon flanked by a couple of Security Officers (incompetent inbred louts to have responded to the hassle this late), approaching Envy from behind, all lapping into his very hawkish gaze, pointing his finger at Envy, Toss and then King, clear as they beheld and realized, "You three, I want you all for questioning in private, go to the alleyway as for you...." He points at the truck driver, "You're off the hook, go about your business and consult your insurance, which is now your problem. This is Security affairs now, buzz off before I take you in for questioning as well. The rest of you, disperse and leave, there is nothing to see here what-so-ever."
The man of such fat greasy mop headed disposition threw a protest in lieu to such inadequacy unveiled to the light of the public, "WHAT?! Who do you think you are asshole?! I know my Amestrian laws! You didn't even read out what rights they had! What the fuck do you think you know? You're not the Chief of Security, you're but a flunk-- AAAAHHHHHH!"
Nikolaus brilliantly grasped for the pistol unholstered in but a split moment, training it on the greasehead fatty's face, finger on trigger and all, "I AM the Chief Director of Security, I deem this a Security affair now fat little piggy. If you squeal one more time, I will be very unhappy. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes sir!" There is hope for Amestris yet if he can make a fatass civilian obey orders like a good little soldier. Stuka gave his attention to the rest of his black-clad men under his command by default. Keeping his vision on the Homunculus bunch, to the world, but one of the many, but to Nikolaus, a wolf stripped naked of the sheep's wool they don.
"Take care of the traffic, I have a little business to get to." He turns his gaze over to the three, pointing to his left onward to the alleyway.
Guest- Guest
Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Toss Ivanova Mon Jul 23, 2012 7:56 pm
"...Why are there pictures of sheep on your phone?"
...
"Because there ARE, okay!? Don't judge me." Wiping the soot from out of his white hair, Toss turned sassy red eyes onto the orange-haired man...with a sneer.
"If you wanted to heat the pies up, starting a fire on main street just isn't the right way," the man laughed, turning to eye something on the other side of the street. Toss didn't give two shits what he was looking at.
"Go ahead keep laughin' at your own joke, smartass."
"You're not funny!"
"See? If you want to start something I sugge--"
"What brings you here from Carraig, hm? Have a pie to settle?"
"The fuck." Toss raised an eyebrow wryly, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it into the flames. Fingerless gloves were revealed out from the long sleeves, his red eyes blazing just as hot as the fires growing larger breathing in the summer wind. He cracked his knuckles. How the hell did this guy know he was from Carraig? Was he after him?! That had to be it. He had to know something--some secret about Carraig that sent him after him. Was he an agent from Amestris? What was he!? He spoke without an accent. Nothing made sense. This entire fiasco was just-- THAT GUY. His eyes rested viciously on the man across the street that had shouted commentary. He was approaching as the other man continued talking about shit Toss honestly didn't care to listen to. YEAH it made no sense for him to walk out in the middle of the street, but MAYBE HE DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE SENSE. DUH. Jesus, some people were just idiots.
The silver-haired, beater-sporting, strong-looking fella with a unsatisfied look stopped alongside the chatter box who was now pointing at The Fallacy perched atop the parking garage. Toss found himself nodding absently, not even bothering to follow the finger, for he already knew THE GODDAMN DIRECTION HIS PLANE WAS IN. "I know this one, I know this one..." What? The silver-haired guy knew him? What was this!? What was even going on!? Everything was just going to shit and nothing was making any-- "GREED!" It was like being caught with your pants down. Toss turned slowly to stare down the man of equal height, leveling eyes with him until his tongue fell out. Ugh gross. He was about to look away until the picturesque view of his Ouroboros tattoo caught his eye. Oh. The only homunculus dude he hadn't met. Alright. He could deal. It was better than some fucking psychotic nut that stole his cellphone and was now messing with it and lecturing him about how old fashioned it was. Toss held up his left hand, showing his own vibrant red tattoo with a callus smirk. Yep, not an alien. "It's not good to be a phone snob, ya' jackass." Hey, at least it still worked, right?
"For your information, I like having a keyboard, get it? There's keys to type with--none of that fingerprint shit. Yeah, you should probably give that back n--oof!"
"TOSSY~ How're yah!?"
"Molly~ Why're yah here!?"
"Dun'tcha ask meh why'm here either, 'cus I'm not gonna tell ya I snuck aboard th' Fall'cy. 'Cus I di'n't~" Dammit. She snuck in again--the sneaky bitch. He scowled, but not for long. Even as she got off of him, her childish demeanor could peel off SRBs before launch. Toss brushed himself off, haphazardly fraying his pants further. Effing mistakes, why did he always make them? Walking out into the middle of the street--how stupid could he be!? IDIOT, did you not fail to see that the light was red for pedestrians!? But you aren't a pedestrian. Still. He had to practice being reserved or one day he was going to get caught by some dipshit head of security at Central or something else dumb. "Hiya!~ I'm Molly, I'm Toss' friend, who are you guys do you know Toss too, how are you two today?" He slammed a palm into his forehead and took a deep breath to avoid EXPLODING. Wonderful, Molly, wonderful.
By this time, the man still wielding his cellphone was conversing with the driver. Toss didn't care to listen, instead, he perused towards the pies after Molly. She grabbed one off the top of the flaming vehicle along with the fancy utensil of...(wait for it)...glass. Yeah...okay. "Mm, Toss, this's really good pie!~ Wanna have a slice'r two?" Uhh yeah maybe if it didn't have glass in it? Woah, woah, woah. Toss spun around, seeing someone looking Aerugese or Xingese or some shit suddenly approaching their little party. The guy with his cellphone was saying something about the police. Toss tensed, but the figure bee-lined for the chocolate pie in Molly's grasp, making a gesture at it as if he had all the rights in the world to demand some.
"Listen here, buddy. That's MY pie, and if I have anything to say about it, I'd say that you are overstepping your bounds." Toss hissed the last part, his eyes going from the pie and back to the man that looked horrifically familiar.
"Yes, we have met. And no, you don't recognize me. Do the math." Ohhh it was that guy at the place with all the other dudes that were like his siblings or something weird. The diner. Man, their cheesecake there was something special. But how did any of that have anything to do with math other than the number of delectable items he devoured?
"'ello there Even Now Very Young it's nice of you to come...eat my pie."
"Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot."
"You know this guy? cuz I don't." Toss shoveled some pie in his mouth, going for another that was littered about on the ground. Mmm nice and toasty. Setting fire to a pie truck wasn't such a bad idea after all. Coincidental genius AHAHA! "So how have ya been fairin', Envz?"
"You don't go to jail and I get to the Expo on time; it's win-win, what's there to lose?" Someone always interrupted.
"Huh, did you say something? Are you really asking something from Greed? How fucking stupid can you be. But that's beside the point." Toss swallowed a mouthful of chocolate and licked at the metal covering to scavenge the leftovers. Guy didn't have a bad idea, but if he would shut up things would be grand. His eyes took on a ethereal light, dangerously red--the kind of red that said STOP. "I could grow rental cars on trees if I wanted. I could also tell you that you could do with the money considering you only have twenty of it in your wallet and no change. Your watch is worth a small fortune, but I doubt you bought it. Your clothes altogether don't have much value and, well, nothing else on your person save your fancy phone and mine. Can I have that back now? Sure you can take the money so long as you leave us the hell alone." Molly made it an us now, which also made the entire event even more...costly. Dammit to hell.
"God, I need a fucking beer."
"Can't help ya, bud; there's pie?" He tried, right? It was all that mattered in the end. He wasn't looking to start any fights, but honestly this was more fun that he could have had sitting back at home and torturing his albatross, Savvy, with a fresh fish. The talkative guy who seemed more than well acquainted with Gluttony broke the distance and handed him back the phone, sheep pictures intact. Phew. Toss shoved the thing in his pocket and whipped out more than a few hundred bills and handed them over to him. What was money? Hanna wasn't in the hospital anymore and this guy was swimming in it. However, just as the other reached to take it, introducing himself pleasantly, something very unfortunate happened.
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" OH SHIT!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT. THIS WAS FAIL. SO FAIL. Toss let go of the money and grabbed Molly's hand instead.
"QUICKTHEPIE," he shouted in a garble, making sure she took as much as she could carry and still be able to join the track team. He quick shot Envy a follow-me-or-your-screwed look and bolted for the high fucking hills.
"You three, I want you all for questioning--"
"LATER SUCKER~~"
...
"Because there ARE, okay!? Don't judge me." Wiping the soot from out of his white hair, Toss turned sassy red eyes onto the orange-haired man...with a sneer.
"If you wanted to heat the pies up, starting a fire on main street just isn't the right way," the man laughed, turning to eye something on the other side of the street. Toss didn't give two shits what he was looking at.
"Go ahead keep laughin' at your own joke, smartass."
"You're not funny!"
"See? If you want to start something I sugge--"
"What brings you here from Carraig, hm? Have a pie to settle?"
"The fuck." Toss raised an eyebrow wryly, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it into the flames. Fingerless gloves were revealed out from the long sleeves, his red eyes blazing just as hot as the fires growing larger breathing in the summer wind. He cracked his knuckles. How the hell did this guy know he was from Carraig? Was he after him?! That had to be it. He had to know something--some secret about Carraig that sent him after him. Was he an agent from Amestris? What was he!? He spoke without an accent. Nothing made sense. This entire fiasco was just-- THAT GUY. His eyes rested viciously on the man across the street that had shouted commentary. He was approaching as the other man continued talking about shit Toss honestly didn't care to listen to. YEAH it made no sense for him to walk out in the middle of the street, but MAYBE HE DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE SENSE. DUH. Jesus, some people were just idiots.
The silver-haired, beater-sporting, strong-looking fella with a unsatisfied look stopped alongside the chatter box who was now pointing at The Fallacy perched atop the parking garage. Toss found himself nodding absently, not even bothering to follow the finger, for he already knew THE GODDAMN DIRECTION HIS PLANE WAS IN. "I know this one, I know this one..." What? The silver-haired guy knew him? What was this!? What was even going on!? Everything was just going to shit and nothing was making any-- "GREED!" It was like being caught with your pants down. Toss turned slowly to stare down the man of equal height, leveling eyes with him until his tongue fell out. Ugh gross. He was about to look away until the picturesque view of his Ouroboros tattoo caught his eye. Oh. The only homunculus dude he hadn't met. Alright. He could deal. It was better than some fucking psychotic nut that stole his cellphone and was now messing with it and lecturing him about how old fashioned it was. Toss held up his left hand, showing his own vibrant red tattoo with a callus smirk. Yep, not an alien. "It's not good to be a phone snob, ya' jackass." Hey, at least it still worked, right?
"For your information, I like having a keyboard, get it? There's keys to type with--none of that fingerprint shit. Yeah, you should probably give that back n--oof!"
"TOSSY~ How're yah!?"
"Molly~ Why're yah here!?"
"Dun'tcha ask meh why'm here either, 'cus I'm not gonna tell ya I snuck aboard th' Fall'cy. 'Cus I di'n't~" Dammit. She snuck in again--the sneaky bitch. He scowled, but not for long. Even as she got off of him, her childish demeanor could peel off SRBs before launch. Toss brushed himself off, haphazardly fraying his pants further. Effing mistakes, why did he always make them? Walking out into the middle of the street--how stupid could he be!? IDIOT, did you not fail to see that the light was red for pedestrians!? But you aren't a pedestrian. Still. He had to practice being reserved or one day he was going to get caught by some dipshit head of security at Central or something else dumb. "Hiya!~ I'm Molly, I'm Toss' friend, who are you guys do you know Toss too, how are you two today?" He slammed a palm into his forehead and took a deep breath to avoid EXPLODING. Wonderful, Molly, wonderful.
By this time, the man still wielding his cellphone was conversing with the driver. Toss didn't care to listen, instead, he perused towards the pies after Molly. She grabbed one off the top of the flaming vehicle along with the fancy utensil of...(wait for it)...glass. Yeah...okay. "Mm, Toss, this's really good pie!~ Wanna have a slice'r two?" Uhh yeah maybe if it didn't have glass in it? Woah, woah, woah. Toss spun around, seeing someone looking Aerugese or Xingese or some shit suddenly approaching their little party. The guy with his cellphone was saying something about the police. Toss tensed, but the figure bee-lined for the chocolate pie in Molly's grasp, making a gesture at it as if he had all the rights in the world to demand some.
"Listen here, buddy. That's MY pie, and if I have anything to say about it, I'd say that you are overstepping your bounds." Toss hissed the last part, his eyes going from the pie and back to the man that looked horrifically familiar.
"Yes, we have met. And no, you don't recognize me. Do the math." Ohhh it was that guy at the place with all the other dudes that were like his siblings or something weird. The diner. Man, their cheesecake there was something special. But how did any of that have anything to do with math other than the number of delectable items he devoured?
"'ello there Even Now Very Young it's nice of you to come...eat my pie."
"Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot."
"You know this guy? cuz I don't." Toss shoveled some pie in his mouth, going for another that was littered about on the ground. Mmm nice and toasty. Setting fire to a pie truck wasn't such a bad idea after all. Coincidental genius AHAHA! "So how have ya been fairin', Envz?"
"You don't go to jail and I get to the Expo on time; it's win-win, what's there to lose?" Someone always interrupted.
"Huh, did you say something? Are you really asking something from Greed? How fucking stupid can you be. But that's beside the point." Toss swallowed a mouthful of chocolate and licked at the metal covering to scavenge the leftovers. Guy didn't have a bad idea, but if he would shut up things would be grand. His eyes took on a ethereal light, dangerously red--the kind of red that said STOP. "I could grow rental cars on trees if I wanted. I could also tell you that you could do with the money considering you only have twenty of it in your wallet and no change. Your watch is worth a small fortune, but I doubt you bought it. Your clothes altogether don't have much value and, well, nothing else on your person save your fancy phone and mine. Can I have that back now? Sure you can take the money so long as you leave us the hell alone." Molly made it an us now, which also made the entire event even more...costly. Dammit to hell.
"God, I need a fucking beer."
"Can't help ya, bud; there's pie?" He tried, right? It was all that mattered in the end. He wasn't looking to start any fights, but honestly this was more fun that he could have had sitting back at home and torturing his albatross, Savvy, with a fresh fish. The talkative guy who seemed more than well acquainted with Gluttony broke the distance and handed him back the phone, sheep pictures intact. Phew. Toss shoved the thing in his pocket and whipped out more than a few hundred bills and handed them over to him. What was money? Hanna wasn't in the hospital anymore and this guy was swimming in it. However, just as the other reached to take it, introducing himself pleasantly, something very unfortunate happened.
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" OH SHIT!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT. THIS WAS FAIL. SO FAIL. Toss let go of the money and grabbed Molly's hand instead.
"QUICKTHEPIE," he shouted in a garble, making sure she took as much as she could carry and still be able to join the track team. He quick shot Envy a follow-me-or-your-screwed look and bolted for the high fucking hills.
"You three, I want you all for questioning--"
"LATER SUCKER~~"
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Guest Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:03 am
Side commentary. Well, he supposed that it was necessary coming from his brother: the all imposed king. Hell, they used to fight each other with sticks until they came back inside with more than a few scrapes and bruises, so this was...expected in some shape or form. Jack lost the aviators to the top of his head, presently ignoring the brotherly bits of dialogue lodged between his over-the-top deal, which may be over-the-top, but in his eyes, was going to save their asses. Should have said yes to the insurance. King was already pissed that he was forced to come to the Exposé with him so add a busted rental car to the deal and they were royally fucked, especially without the insurance. What was he supposed to do, grin and bear it? It wasn't his style, and now that he thought about it, since when did King lie low? "You do remember that I am a wanted man in Amestris, right!?" The homunculus reminded him, extorting only a halfhearted laugh from his slighted brother. Come on. That was nearly funny. As if he had forgotten? Being wanted didn't mean there was a tombstone waiting for him with his name on it. In fact, the sides were switched in that case. Think about it, there weren't men parading the streets with King's picture in tow. The paranoia level in the vicinity was getting a bit out of hand considering who it was dealing with. "You need to shut the fuck up."
Switch gears. "And you need to grow a pair." Insert cocky grin here, now fast forward to avoid the glare. Alright, so a redheaded girl joined the gathering around the bonfire via tackling the white-haired immortal to the ground, Jack just finished dealing with the driver who looked beyond miffed (probably wouldn't take long before he flipped the shit), and King wanted another beer. Jack's automail liver moaned. After that wine, never again. Not until he fixed his body's internal...situation. It really was a problem.
"Hiya!~ I'm Molly, I'm Toss' friend, who are you guys do you know Toss too, how are you two today?"
"In order: not particularly, name's Jackyll Krow, and could be better considering the time." Another glance was measured at his watch, followed by an unhappy sigh and the arrival of another man with a craving for a chocolate pie. He seemed to know Greed--Greed who was claiming the pie as his own. This situation was looking worse for wear. Jack shrugged. "Welcome to the party, Envy."
"Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot." Jack rolled his eyes skyward. The insults never stopped did they? Was that all people knew how to do anymore?
"Including the fact that isn't your real face, you mean?"
"You know this guy? cuz I don't," Greed stated stupidly. That wasn't obvious. Not at all. Jack went on to propose his deal full-swing, and the response was...enlightening to say the very least. "Are you really asking something from Greed?"
"Now you're following me."
"I could grow rental cars on trees if I wanted." That was something to know. "I could also tell you that you could do with the money considering you only have twenty of it in your wallet and no change." Was he bragging now--showing off with his flashy inhuman powers? God, that was annoying. "Your watch is worth a small fortune, but I doubt you bought it." Gift. It was a gift. "Your clothes altogether don't have much value and, well, nothing else on your person save your fancy phone and mine." That phone was what was going to make him the fortune. Just you wait. "Can I have that back now? Sure you can take the money so long as you leave us the hell alone."
"See, now we're talking. Here's the phone." Jack, sporting a big grin, handed over the prehistoric cell just as the other yanked out more money than the technologist could have imagined him carrying around. That's Greed alright. Anyone else and I'd be worried. "That's much more than we nee--"
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" Jack froze, his eyes meeting King's dead on. Dead; literally, he was going to die. "You three, I want you all for questioning--"
"LATER SUCKER~~"
"Go," Jack breathed to King. "I'll take care of this."
"--in private, go to the alleyway..." Jack blinked, shaking away a stray piece of tangerine hair. Alleyway? "I AM the Chief Director of Security..." Oh fun.
"If you're the Chief Director of Security in Central City, then you mind showing me your identification? It's just a question." Jack approached with a warm smile, holding his hands up slightly to indicate that he meant no harm. "Besides, those black suits don't look like Amestrian uniforms, for all we--for all I know you could be a terrorist bluffing. Look, you're waving around that gun like you own the place. Let's be civil here. Yelling at the victim is a bit far-fetched don't you think? The poor driver; he's in shock. Being a professional, can you not see that? And what am I, chopped liver? What if I secretly planned to hijack and pie truck by threatening the white-haired guy? Now, I'm not suggesting that, but still. You don't know. You only know what you saw, and images can be... deceiving. I say let the insurance companies handle this one. Someone of your...stature should be able to tell when a situation has gone beyond the need for security. As you can see here, there are no plots or criminal actions occurring, so it would be best to move on to more important matters...like for instance, the fact that one of the devices in the Tech Expo are an infringement replica of one already in existence. That--what's your name? I'm Jackyll Krow, tourist." He held out his hand with a coy smile, ensuring that the others were out of sight before continuing. "But you have no interest in tourists, do you? I didn't think so. You're after a different type, but I'm sorry, it looks like you're out of luck."
Switch gears. "And you need to grow a pair." Insert cocky grin here, now fast forward to avoid the glare. Alright, so a redheaded girl joined the gathering around the bonfire via tackling the white-haired immortal to the ground, Jack just finished dealing with the driver who looked beyond miffed (probably wouldn't take long before he flipped the shit), and King wanted another beer. Jack's automail liver moaned. After that wine, never again. Not until he fixed his body's internal...situation. It really was a problem.
"Hiya!~ I'm Molly, I'm Toss' friend, who are you guys do you know Toss too, how are you two today?"
"In order: not particularly, name's Jackyll Krow, and could be better considering the time." Another glance was measured at his watch, followed by an unhappy sigh and the arrival of another man with a craving for a chocolate pie. He seemed to know Greed--Greed who was claiming the pie as his own. This situation was looking worse for wear. Jack shrugged. "Welcome to the party, Envy."
"Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot." Jack rolled his eyes skyward. The insults never stopped did they? Was that all people knew how to do anymore?
"Including the fact that isn't your real face, you mean?"
"You know this guy? cuz I don't," Greed stated stupidly. That wasn't obvious. Not at all. Jack went on to propose his deal full-swing, and the response was...enlightening to say the very least. "Are you really asking something from Greed?"
"Now you're following me."
"I could grow rental cars on trees if I wanted." That was something to know. "I could also tell you that you could do with the money considering you only have twenty of it in your wallet and no change." Was he bragging now--showing off with his flashy inhuman powers? God, that was annoying. "Your watch is worth a small fortune, but I doubt you bought it." Gift. It was a gift. "Your clothes altogether don't have much value and, well, nothing else on your person save your fancy phone and mine." That phone was what was going to make him the fortune. Just you wait. "Can I have that back now? Sure you can take the money so long as you leave us the hell alone."
"See, now we're talking. Here's the phone." Jack, sporting a big grin, handed over the prehistoric cell just as the other yanked out more money than the technologist could have imagined him carrying around. That's Greed alright. Anyone else and I'd be worried. "That's much more than we nee--"
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" Jack froze, his eyes meeting King's dead on. Dead; literally, he was going to die. "You three, I want you all for questioning--"
"LATER SUCKER~~"
"Go," Jack breathed to King. "I'll take care of this."
"--in private, go to the alleyway..." Jack blinked, shaking away a stray piece of tangerine hair. Alleyway? "I AM the Chief Director of Security..." Oh fun.
"If you're the Chief Director of Security in Central City, then you mind showing me your identification? It's just a question." Jack approached with a warm smile, holding his hands up slightly to indicate that he meant no harm. "Besides, those black suits don't look like Amestrian uniforms, for all we--for all I know you could be a terrorist bluffing. Look, you're waving around that gun like you own the place. Let's be civil here. Yelling at the victim is a bit far-fetched don't you think? The poor driver; he's in shock. Being a professional, can you not see that? And what am I, chopped liver? What if I secretly planned to hijack and pie truck by threatening the white-haired guy? Now, I'm not suggesting that, but still. You don't know. You only know what you saw, and images can be... deceiving. I say let the insurance companies handle this one. Someone of your...stature should be able to tell when a situation has gone beyond the need for security. As you can see here, there are no plots or criminal actions occurring, so it would be best to move on to more important matters...like for instance, the fact that one of the devices in the Tech Expo are an infringement replica of one already in existence. That--what's your name? I'm Jackyll Krow, tourist." He held out his hand with a coy smile, ensuring that the others were out of sight before continuing. "But you have no interest in tourists, do you? I didn't think so. You're after a different type, but I'm sorry, it looks like you're out of luck."
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Guest Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:14 am
King had stood on the sideline hissing at Jack for long enough, but his own brother's words weren't doing much but irritating him. "And you need to grow a pair." With a seething breath, Gluttony ran a hand through silvered hair and took a step back before something bad happened. He wasn't going to hurt Jack, of course - but if he didn't stop talking... it was probably going to lead to a fight of some sort. Scanning his brother back up and down with a slowly-calming glare, he realised; automail organs be damned, the guy was barely out of an eleven-year coma. His arms were probably limp noodles and King wasn't going to risk him going down and out for another dozen years, again.
He sidled back up as someone else of minor importance at the current moment drew up. "Just try not to talk yourself into a situation, alright?" Time and time again he had to play the safety-net big brother who got a little bit moody in return for their protection. Jack was smooth, but what he never considered was the envy of people who were a little more... jagged. Envy always played a big factor. Speaking of which...
"Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot." King snarled immediately, picking himself up from the ground and striding towards Envy as quickly as he could. Yes, Jack talked a lot. Most of the time, too much. It was his inherent talent. But if anything so much as an insult came his way from anyone but him...
"That motormouth's my brother," King growled. "And it's my job to call him demeaning names, and no-one else's," He was deadly serious, his scowl following Envy until Greed spoke once more. Damn, this was getting confusing. Two guys with white hair, some little girl who'd just slammed into another homunculus' side, some other apparent-bystander, and, at the centre of it all, Jack.
"You know this guy? cuz I don't." King scratched the back of his head and sighed, slumping back down upon the sidewalk once more and batting away the cloud of grit and soot that puffed up into the air as he took his seat. Within moments, there was a cigarette in his mouth and an open hand eagerly awaiting a warm glass of bitter in the other. He sparked up swiftly and took that signature first drag of the strongest Amestrian Marlboros he could find in the duty-free store, hissing out the smoke, squinting through the July sunlight at Toss, and making their grand introduction.
"We're the Krow brothers," He murmured. "I'm King, he's Jack," ...and that would suffice. He spun around once more and flicked down the aviators with a sigh, noting lightly never to let Jack in on a fad of his if he didn't want it copied the moment he looked at it, smiling to himself. Most people would be frustrated at sibling rivalry on this scale. King was glad to have it back.
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" His brother whirled around to meet his eyes and King's blood turned to ice within his veins. This was exactly what he'd been fearing. "You three, I want you all for questioning-" And, of course, Greed took the little girl and scarpered, leaving him, the other guy, and Jack to deal with the fallout of it all. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. "LATER SUCKER~~"
Jack edged up to the man before gently murmuring to him in their native language. "Go, I'll take care of this." King bowed his head and tried his best to leave discreetly, skirting around the wreckage as the security officer drew near, and slipping behind the dented remains of a nearby car. As he ground dirt and shrapnel beneath his feet and approached his brother, King couldn't help but feel worried; not for himself, of course. He could take bullets in the mouth and spit them out a minute later. But his brother...
It came garbled to King, but very much present: "Besides, those black suits don't look like Amestrian uniforms, for all we--for all I know you could be a terrorist bluffing. Look, you're waving around that gun like you own the place. Let's be civil here. Yelling at the victim is a bit far-fetched don't you think? The poor driver; he's in shock. Being a professional, can you not see that? And what am I, chopped liver? What if I secretly planned to hijack and pie truck by threatening the white-haired guy? Now, I'm not suggesting that, but still. You don't know. You only know what you saw, and images can be... deceiving. I say let the insurance companies handle this one. Someone of your...stature should be able to tell when a situation has gone beyond the need for security. As you can see here, there are no plots or criminal actions occurring, so it would be best to move on to more important matters...like for instance, the fact that one of the devices in the Tech Expo are an infringement replica of one already in existence. That--what's your name? I'm Jackyll Krow, tourist." Ahhh... shit.
He'd really hoped things wouldn't have to come to this. His hand went to his jacket and immediately drew the Automag in all its weighty glory, easing down the hammer and checking the clip with a click beneath the remainder of Jack's spiel. But the one fault in King's plans lied here: Gluttony hadn't heard Nikolaus state that he was infact the chief director of security, and purely believed him to be some cop. He had no qualms about doing this to the latter, but to the former, even unwittingly...
"But you have no interest in tourists, do you? I didn't think so. You're after a different type, but I'm sorry, it looks like you're out of luck." Heh. The kid had pinned it down. Chrome of the barrel glinting in the sunlight, King, crouched, and as silently as he could muster, skirted along the row of cars using stealth tips he'd learnt from members of the Kuvalda in Drachma until his periphery outlined the pair of them as a good few metres away.
In an instant, King brushed around the trunk of one car and rose the pistol with one hand, aiming straight at Nikolaus' back. "Shit outta luck," Stepping out into full view, aviators down, cigarette in his mouth, smiling as best he could towards Jack, King doubted now that they'd be getting to the Expo on time. His brother, maybe... "Now I know what you're thinking," Well, he'd failed Harry Callahan 101 already. "'I'm a nine-millimetre-carrying rent-a-cop who doesn't get paid shit to take a bullet on the job', so, I'll save you the trouble if you're willing to co-operate," Whatever deities above couldn't do much but facepalm for good King Krow at this point. "You let my brother and I pass through and go about our business, and you leave without a hole in your chest..." A glint of a smile under the roaring Amestrian sunlight. "Or you can ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?'" Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, he probably did.
Having grossly underestimated the mood of the street with the black-clad security officer whom was probably better-armed than he was in a million years, it was only now that the tragic misfortune that he'd just multiplied tenfold began to dawn on King. Though, he still had to finish his speech, of course. "Well, do ya', punk?"
He sidled back up as someone else of minor importance at the current moment drew up. "Just try not to talk yourself into a situation, alright?" Time and time again he had to play the safety-net big brother who got a little bit moody in return for their protection. Jack was smooth, but what he never considered was the envy of people who were a little more... jagged. Envy always played a big factor. Speaking of which...
"Also... who is that motormouth? He seems to know awfully a lot." King snarled immediately, picking himself up from the ground and striding towards Envy as quickly as he could. Yes, Jack talked a lot. Most of the time, too much. It was his inherent talent. But if anything so much as an insult came his way from anyone but him...
"That motormouth's my brother," King growled. "And it's my job to call him demeaning names, and no-one else's," He was deadly serious, his scowl following Envy until Greed spoke once more. Damn, this was getting confusing. Two guys with white hair, some little girl who'd just slammed into another homunculus' side, some other apparent-bystander, and, at the centre of it all, Jack.
"You know this guy? cuz I don't." King scratched the back of his head and sighed, slumping back down upon the sidewalk once more and batting away the cloud of grit and soot that puffed up into the air as he took his seat. Within moments, there was a cigarette in his mouth and an open hand eagerly awaiting a warm glass of bitter in the other. He sparked up swiftly and took that signature first drag of the strongest Amestrian Marlboros he could find in the duty-free store, hissing out the smoke, squinting through the July sunlight at Toss, and making their grand introduction.
"We're the Krow brothers," He murmured. "I'm King, he's Jack," ...and that would suffice. He spun around once more and flicked down the aviators with a sigh, noting lightly never to let Jack in on a fad of his if he didn't want it copied the moment he looked at it, smiling to himself. Most people would be frustrated at sibling rivalry on this scale. King was glad to have it back.
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" His brother whirled around to meet his eyes and King's blood turned to ice within his veins. This was exactly what he'd been fearing. "You three, I want you all for questioning-" And, of course, Greed took the little girl and scarpered, leaving him, the other guy, and Jack to deal with the fallout of it all. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. "LATER SUCKER~~"
Jack edged up to the man before gently murmuring to him in their native language. "Go, I'll take care of this." King bowed his head and tried his best to leave discreetly, skirting around the wreckage as the security officer drew near, and slipping behind the dented remains of a nearby car. As he ground dirt and shrapnel beneath his feet and approached his brother, King couldn't help but feel worried; not for himself, of course. He could take bullets in the mouth and spit them out a minute later. But his brother...
It came garbled to King, but very much present: "Besides, those black suits don't look like Amestrian uniforms, for all we--for all I know you could be a terrorist bluffing. Look, you're waving around that gun like you own the place. Let's be civil here. Yelling at the victim is a bit far-fetched don't you think? The poor driver; he's in shock. Being a professional, can you not see that? And what am I, chopped liver? What if I secretly planned to hijack and pie truck by threatening the white-haired guy? Now, I'm not suggesting that, but still. You don't know. You only know what you saw, and images can be... deceiving. I say let the insurance companies handle this one. Someone of your...stature should be able to tell when a situation has gone beyond the need for security. As you can see here, there are no plots or criminal actions occurring, so it would be best to move on to more important matters...like for instance, the fact that one of the devices in the Tech Expo are an infringement replica of one already in existence. That--what's your name? I'm Jackyll Krow, tourist." Ahhh... shit.
He'd really hoped things wouldn't have to come to this. His hand went to his jacket and immediately drew the Automag in all its weighty glory, easing down the hammer and checking the clip with a click beneath the remainder of Jack's spiel. But the one fault in King's plans lied here: Gluttony hadn't heard Nikolaus state that he was infact the chief director of security, and purely believed him to be some cop. He had no qualms about doing this to the latter, but to the former, even unwittingly...
"But you have no interest in tourists, do you? I didn't think so. You're after a different type, but I'm sorry, it looks like you're out of luck." Heh. The kid had pinned it down. Chrome of the barrel glinting in the sunlight, King, crouched, and as silently as he could muster, skirted along the row of cars using stealth tips he'd learnt from members of the Kuvalda in Drachma until his periphery outlined the pair of them as a good few metres away.
In an instant, King brushed around the trunk of one car and rose the pistol with one hand, aiming straight at Nikolaus' back. "Shit outta luck," Stepping out into full view, aviators down, cigarette in his mouth, smiling as best he could towards Jack, King doubted now that they'd be getting to the Expo on time. His brother, maybe... "Now I know what you're thinking," Well, he'd failed Harry Callahan 101 already. "'I'm a nine-millimetre-carrying rent-a-cop who doesn't get paid shit to take a bullet on the job', so, I'll save you the trouble if you're willing to co-operate," Whatever deities above couldn't do much but facepalm for good King Krow at this point. "You let my brother and I pass through and go about our business, and you leave without a hole in your chest..." A glint of a smile under the roaring Amestrian sunlight. "Or you can ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?'" Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, he probably did.
Having grossly underestimated the mood of the street with the black-clad security officer whom was probably better-armed than he was in a million years, it was only now that the tragic misfortune that he'd just multiplied tenfold began to dawn on King. Though, he still had to finish his speech, of course. "Well, do ya', punk?"
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Molly McCafferty Sun Jul 29, 2012 10:50 pm
Molly enjoyed her pie quite thoroughly as people talked, yadda yarga flarga blarg. A new guy came up and took some of her pie, and she smiled at him, waving, as Toss reprimanded him for stealing her pie. WELL. She didn't mind sharing, but Toss was never quite good at sharing. Not since he became Greed, anyways~ He was okay at it after the whole chimera ordeal. Anyways, Molly had finished off her pie when the security man came, and Molly INSTANTLY knew what was to be done. She acted FAST. Her fiddle, the choice of today, all solid gold, probably possessed by Satan, considering its origins, was drawn from her case, and PIES were stuffed into it! Tossing the fiddle to Toss- LAWL - She then filled her hands up with stacks of pies, as well as taking one into her mouth, by the edge of the tin, and she ran like no wind had ever ran before. "HRM URMTR MR MRGRC FRDDR, TRBR!" With her mouth full of pie tin as she ran, she shouted that at Toss, which roughly translated from muffled yelping into "Hold onto my magic fiddle, Tossy!" ... Of course.
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Re: Counti--chasing Sheep to the Tech Exposé
by Envy Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:33 am
"'ello there Even Now Very Young it's nice of you to come...eat my pie." Toss seemed to realize Envy's ever so subtle hint. He didn't really answer to that man's "permission" to eat the pie that he had already started to eat it. He did avoid talking while something in his mouth. Speaking was relatively pointless if no one could understand what you had just said.
"Including the fact that isn't your real face, you mean?" Envy was seriously starting to think that that person was either doing that on purpose. Either that or he was incredibly stupid. Envy was about to tell him off, but... "That motormouth's my brother. And it's my job to call him demeaning names, and no-one else's" ...this irritated man opened his mouth first. Although to him, Envy was able to think what to say much faster. Although a lot less insulting, depending on who you were. "How humane of you, defending your brother like that". He took another bite of the pie, waiting for King's reaction.
"So how have ya been fairin', Envz?" Envy's attention was switched to another person. Constant switching between people to talk to: that was the problem with multiple people. "Well... on the other hand, I have this pie". He raised the hand holding the piece slightly. "And on the other hand, you just called be Envz. So I think I let next event to decide my mood".
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" "Well... this is unexpected". This comment wasn't on the fact that they were yelled to stop, seeing that they were next to a car crash, having a rather casual conversation. Of course that would be suspicious. It was the person who was yelling that surprised Envy. "QUICKTHEPIE". Envy turned at Toss, who seemed to be getting the hell away from there. Although, as the officer started to talk, it was rather obvious that he just wanted to have a chat with the sinful. How he had found them was beyond him. "...although that would require Toss to be here as well..."
Envy released a small sigh as he made his decision. As the motormouth started to have another flood of words, he made three gestures. First he pointed at himself. After that, he pointed towards the direction where the albino and his merry friend had retreated. And finally, he formed a circle with his index finger and his thumb. "I got this". Nikolaus was likely to see these gestures, considering that he was staring at the remaining bunch. And with that, Envy was off.
"Stop running!" Envy started to yell as he started to catch up with the two. He repeated it enough times to make him stop running. Envy made his best to maintain his neutral expression, like he had kept on the scene of car crash, as he stopped along with them. "There isn't a reason to run away from that man". Envy also made his best on convincing Toss about this. They were in an open area, so he couldn't say too much. "He's an ally. He has been working for our kind of people for a long time". A small pause ensued because he felt that his hair was annoyingly on his eyes. This was fixed. "He most likely just wants to have a talk with three of us. Third one being King". That last remark was added solely because of Toss's companion. Envy wanted to spend as little time interacting with her as possible, including correcting misunderstandings.
Whether or not she had chocolate pie or not.
"Including the fact that isn't your real face, you mean?" Envy was seriously starting to think that that person was either doing that on purpose. Either that or he was incredibly stupid. Envy was about to tell him off, but... "That motormouth's my brother. And it's my job to call him demeaning names, and no-one else's" ...this irritated man opened his mouth first. Although to him, Envy was able to think what to say much faster. Although a lot less insulting, depending on who you were. "How humane of you, defending your brother like that". He took another bite of the pie, waiting for King's reaction.
"So how have ya been fairin', Envz?" Envy's attention was switched to another person. Constant switching between people to talk to: that was the problem with multiple people. "Well... on the other hand, I have this pie". He raised the hand holding the piece slightly. "And on the other hand, you just called be Envz. So I think I let next event to decide my mood".
"STOP RIGHT THERE ALL OF YOU!" "Well... this is unexpected". This comment wasn't on the fact that they were yelled to stop, seeing that they were next to a car crash, having a rather casual conversation. Of course that would be suspicious. It was the person who was yelling that surprised Envy. "QUICKTHEPIE". Envy turned at Toss, who seemed to be getting the hell away from there. Although, as the officer started to talk, it was rather obvious that he just wanted to have a chat with the sinful. How he had found them was beyond him. "...although that would require Toss to be here as well..."
Envy released a small sigh as he made his decision. As the motormouth started to have another flood of words, he made three gestures. First he pointed at himself. After that, he pointed towards the direction where the albino and his merry friend had retreated. And finally, he formed a circle with his index finger and his thumb. "I got this". Nikolaus was likely to see these gestures, considering that he was staring at the remaining bunch. And with that, Envy was off.
"Stop running!" Envy started to yell as he started to catch up with the two. He repeated it enough times to make him stop running. Envy made his best to maintain his neutral expression, like he had kept on the scene of car crash, as he stopped along with them. "There isn't a reason to run away from that man". Envy also made his best on convincing Toss about this. They were in an open area, so he couldn't say too much. "He's an ally. He has been working for our kind of people for a long time". A small pause ensued because he felt that his hair was annoyingly on his eyes. This was fixed. "He most likely just wants to have a talk with three of us. Third one being King". That last remark was added solely because of Toss's companion. Envy wanted to spend as little time interacting with her as possible, including correcting misunderstandings.
Whether or not she had chocolate pie or not.
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