The Teapot

[Robyn]

The Teapot looked so innocent from the outside. Almost like a traditional Cretan café with a fake scene painted into the windows. So the normal crowd just walked past it not caring what was inside. But for the odd few who knew what was inside would step inside the hidden side door around the corner down a dark alley. And enter a world of neon lights and half dressed dancers of both genders.
People crowded the dance floor and the bar. And for those Vip’s got shown to the special private room.

The large gold door would be pushed open to a large room with a extremely large bed like sofa where surrounded by several half dressed people (both genders too) in all sorts of costumes. Sat the leader of the club. Giving a charming and dark smirk. The man dressed in a rather peculiar outfit. Almost as if he had stepped out a Victorian steam punk movie tipped his top hat. “Hello Duckies.” He loudly would call in a charming voice dripping in sugar. “Welcome to my private chambers.”

[Xan]

Xanthus Icarus walked down the streets of Central whilst the sun was setting in the background, creating a dazzling red light that lit up the buildings around him. However, the light was simply absorbed by his outfit; an all black ensemble that included a black suit with eight silver circles that reflected the blazing red of the sun, a white shirt underneath that was also supporting a black tie with a white stripe down the middle, black slacks that ended upon equally black socks, and gloves and shoes that were both jet black and shined whatever light was not absorbed by their color.

The very nicely dressed Ishvalan walked right up to the cosy looking little shop and chuckled. He had to admit that had today been an ordinary day, he would have passed by the place without a second glance. However, he had been invited here and he knew a certain secret that allowed him to see past the illusion.

Turning on his heels, he walked down the alleyway and up to a hidden door that he opened wide. His perfectly smile was brilliant as he walked into the club. Of course, he didn't skip to his usual antics of flirting with the nearest hot women, but instead walked up to the nearest bouncer and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Pardon me, but I don't suppose that you could tell me where Reaver is?"

[Robyn]

The bouncer who must have had barely a brain cell to his name looked down. The man blinked as if he had to take him a few moments for the request to register. “You want to see Mr Reaver?” He asked letting the question back up the original request before leading Xanthus to the backroom. Forgetting that he should of asked for some forum of I.D and proof that he had been requested in the back room.

Opening the door a low moan and several giggles escaped as the scene of Reaver’s lips on the slender neck of a rather pretty looking girl with bunny ear’s clipped into her auburn hair greeted his guest. The guard coughed slightly. “Mr Reaver...This guy wanted to see you.” He said not noticing the slender eyebrow of the wrathful homunculus twitch in annoyance of being interrupted. The man sat up ignoring the whine of displeasure from the bunny girl. “And why dose my guest not have a announcement of his name when you so rudely burst into my private chambers? Or proof that I had allowed him to walk into here…” he said tutting softly. In a flash there was a bang and the bouncer lay on the ground a bullet hole in between his eyes. Blood running down onto the red carpet. Very wise choice of decoration there. The smoking old fashion pistol laxed in Reaver’s hand as one of the girls screamed in surprised.

The gun slowly slide back in his holster as Reaver stood. “Greetings my dear brother of sorts.” He cheered picking up his cane and walking down letting his heels click. “I am so sorry for my poor choice of staff~” His voice was almost a sing song. As he clapped his hands and in an inset a group of cleaners where picking up the bouncers body and taking it out the back door. “So what brings you here?” He asked moving to a side table all set up ready for tea. “Sit sit~” Snapping his fingers a half naked maid in cat ears appeared with a trolley of tea and biscuits. “You’re the first to come visit me…I apologise but I am rather excited.”

[Xan]

Before Xan could even show the bouncer his invitation, the guy led him to a back room and opened the door, allowing the Ishvalan in just in time to see his host descend from what appeared to be a very fun time with several pretty bunny-girls. However, before he descended, in what could only be considered the twinkling of an eye, Reaver shot the bouncer dead with a perfect shot between the eyes. Xan nodded his approval. It had been a very nice and clean shot, and the bouncer had fallen onto a blood red surface; apparently the room of lust was also the room of death. Of course, this was Wrath; he was expected to be...wrathful.

Before he knew it, Pride was sitting down to tea with Wrath and was being attended to by hot bunny girls...half-naked hot bunny girls. Removing black sunglasses and putting them into a pocket, Xan winked at one of the maids with his red eyes, causing the girls to all begin to giggle and wave. He waved back, then turned his attention back to Reaver.

"Hello to you too Reaver. I am here to see what the new Wrath looks like if you're really that curious, and also to introduce myself formally. I am Colonel Xanthus Icarus, otherwise known as Pride the Arrogant. Hmm...this is a very nice place you have here, and as for your choice of staff...

Xan gave a nice long look around him at the bunny girls.

"I must say that I approve.

[Robyn]

Reaver smiled sipping his tea. “Well I am glad that I managed to acquire to your tastes.” He said with a almost purr to his voice. Giving the passing girl a rough grope to her behind then a slap. His way of saying good job. “You are very welcome to stay for the private party we were about to start~” He let his eyes roam up and down Xanthus. “I must say I have never bedded an Ishvalan before…” He gave his lower lip a lick. “It would be quite the experience.” He watched to see what Xanthus’s reaction would be sitting back in his chair sipping his tea.

“So… Other then to say hello and to chit chat…What other reason are you here for?” He let the pupil of his left eye roll back being replaced by the Ouroboros. By no way was it to be taken as a threat. More of a sign of relaxation and greeting to his fellow. He hated the Ouroboros that took over his eyes marring his looks. Though it did look rather mysterious of sorts. It ruined his face and looked out of place. “Am I to expect visits from the rest? I heard whispers of big events are to happen soon…” He picked up a biscuit feeding it to a near by bunny girl via lips. “ How is life in a military? Rather dull I presume?”

[Xan]

Xanthus chuckled softly at Reaver's comments about bedding an Ishvalan, then lightly reached out and grabbed a bunny girl as she was walking past, sitting her on his lap, getting another outburst of giggles out of the other women assembled. He gave her a wink then looked back toward his host with a vast amount of amusement in his crimson eyes.

"Well now, I have bedded quite a few people, and trust me when I say that no one quite matches an Ishvalan in sheer ferocity and endurance. In fact, I for one am living proof that Ishvalans' are lightning under the bedsheets, if you'd care to find out.

Pride watched as Wrath revealed his true eye, the eye of Wrath, by rolling back his left eye and replacing it with the tattooed one. Only a raised eyebrow betrayed any sense of mild surprise. It wasn't the fact that Reaver possessed the eye of course, but that he could choose to hide it behind a fake eye at will that surprised Xan. After a second, Xan shrugged and started to run his fingers up the bunny girls' exposed skin, going up and down...down...and up. Toying with bunnies seemed to be fun to him.

"What other reason am I here for? Why, I am not exactly here for anything really. Just meeting the new Wrath and making sure that he's...a reasonable fellow, which I dare say that you are. And I suppose that visits from the others are to be expected sooner or later, especially with what's about to happen. And life in the military is well...life in the military. It's amusing to kill and boring to do much else.

[Guest]

He had been... following the Ishvallan man. He'd recognized him from the mission that they'd undertaken to kill Father, and he would appreciate knowing where he was going. For some reason, this guy seemed suspicious. He could have been wrong, but it was up to Meno to check all leads. That way, when it came to the time for him to finally destroy the man who had stolen his eye, he'd be able to do it with as little work as possible. He followed him into... a strange little cafe. Looked Cretarian. As Meno followed, he realized with sudden amusement that it was actually a fake scene, and a door lead into another place.

Strip Club. Nice. But instead of turning out and leaving, Meno just walked inside with a small smile.

Maybe they have kitty girls? As we all know, Menoitos loved cute things - this was no exception. Cute girls were the same as cute kittens in his book. Save for the fact that, with kittens, it was illegal to-- yeah. Even Menoitos wouldn't go there. Following the Ishvallan through the club was pretty easy, considering that the white hair on his head was a quick give-away.

Of course, Menoitos wasn't exactly inconspicuous either, his white suit standing out in the crowd. He was surprised, though. Instead of getting Skill and Finesse taken off him, there were no bouncers to be seen! The green-haired Alchemist shrugged, and followed Xan down a hall, now being taken by a bouncer. Hm. Only one? The bouncer walked into the room, with Xan behind him. The sound of a gunshot ringing out caused Menoitos to jump slightly, and he tentatively walked down to the VIP lounge, hand on the uchigatana, Finesse.

He peered around the door, and saw the dead bouncer on the ground. Menoitos gulped, he could turn out like that now. No, he didn't want to think about that. He took his hand off the blade, and walked in behind Xanthus, eyes now on the other man, who had revealed... and ouroboros on his eye.

"It appears that I've been replaced already. Typical - even Wrath can't stay still, can he?"

[Robyn]

Reaver gave a small chuckle. Watching Xanthus make himself at home. He even dragged a girl into his lap. He smirked sitting back to finished his tea. “ Is the tea good? Sweet enough for you?” He finished his cup and sat up snapping his fingers then clapping his hand. “My dear sweet bunny. As lovely as you look in our quest’s lap I do need to speak to him without be distracted…by your rather delicious assets… now be off with you.” He clapped again a bit louder. “Chop chop!” He said sharply as the girl quickly scampered away. Not wanting the same fate as the bouncer.


“Oh really now…” Reaching foreword her cupped Xanthus’s face leaning over the table closing the gap between them. “Maybe we should test this theory..” He purred. “My sweet..” Suddenly his eye pulsed in pain. It searched around focusing on the intruder at the door. Wrath snarled. “Who dares intrude into my private chamber without invitation!” Hissing covering his eye with one hand and withdrawing his gun with the other. He fired at the direction of Menoito’s but the pulsing pain of his eye caused the bullet to miss.

[Xan]

Xanthus pouted in fake disappointment as the bunny girl got up off of his lap, but before she left, he mimicked Reaver and gave her a firm grope, followed by a smack to the ass that made her jump. She quickly scampered off, but not before the Ishvalan could sneek a peak at some of her delicious assets as Reaver called them. Those clothes were obviously not very covering it seemed. And this was fine with Xan!

Turning back to his tea, Xan drank it all rapidly. It was of good quality and was particularly sweet, and it also made him quite relaxed. So relaxed even, that when Reaver decided to 'test his theory' he actually leaned in to close the distance as well with a look of great amusement and lust in equal measure. They say that Pride is the beginning of every sin, so perhaps he had a bit of every one of them in him?

Just before he could find out about that however, someone entered the room. A homunculus...

Xan turned just as Wrath delivered a shot toward the head of...Wrath. The Ishvalan smiled lightly at what now had to be the former wrath, seeing as the new one was right here on his side.

"Well well, I wondered when we would meet again Menoitos. Tell me, is it not ironic that in the same manner that you gained it, you lost it? By it of course, I mean your eye. It is also ironic, now that I think of it, that you should be here, for now I can ask you personally: What the hell happened to you?"

[Guest]

Wrath raised a gun and fired. Bitch. Menoitos turned away quickly, and saw the bullet miss him by far. He may not have the Ultimate Eye anymore, but the powers had trained him to use his other eye to sorta... guess. It wasn't the same as his Ultimate Eye, but it was useful in some situations. He stepped forwards some more, before being spoken to by Xanthus. He looked at the Homunculus (not that he knew this) and sighed, before speaking with a slightly disgusted tone.

"So you heard." He folded his arms, and looked to the side, slightly disgruntled. That wasn't something that he wanted to tell anybody, considering how embarrassing it was. He sighed, and reached up to the eyepatch, removing it and revealing the glass eye with the yellow iris to the pair.

"Kyle-fucking-Crane. The bastard got hold of a Philosopher's stone. Took... he took Sloth's powers first. Killed the poor girl. Then he came after me. You know my..." The next word was almost a whisper, a whisper of shame. "weakness... for cute things?" He hung his head. This was not something he wanted to describe again. No, he had to continue.

"Well, Greed took advantage of that. Took me by surprise. I didn't know what to expect. With Sloth's strength and speed, he took me down, put me against a wall. He put the Stone by "the" eye, and started to suck it out. I was left with a bleeding cavity, nearly dead. I s'pose that my resolve kept me alive. I'm now studying Alchemy, and plan on getting some sort of revenge." He drew the Uchigatana, and showed the dull grey blade to Xanthus.

"I present the blade known as Finesse. It is made of a pressure-resistant alloy known as sterium, of my own creation. It can resist the pressure of 375000 atmospheres. With this, I can create hyperdiamond, the only thing capable of cutting through Greed's Armour. This will be my weapon of his demise. I will make sure of it." The Alchemist's eyes narrowed carefully, and he resheathed the blade with a shink.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar had been in the rather...interesting establishment for quite a while. He had been talking to his contacts one by one throughout the night, right now he had finished with the last one. He was well-known in this establishment, by the patrons anyway. Everyone in the underworld had heard of him one way or the other, he was in the top of his "job". He was one of the best wet boys, hit men, contract killers, assassins, etcetera. It didn't matter what you called him, he was one of the best.

People had a tendency to call his targets "deaders", because no matter what their days were numbered fast. He heard a gunshot, it was from the "VIP's" special rooms. The oens he didn't want to really go to. That was of course after he saw the most unlikely person enter and go up there. Which made him really not want to go there. Xan was a friend, but the person on the other side of that wasn't.

The second gunshot and the sighting of meno's was too much to pass up. He sprinted up there,he threw a pinch of phosphourus dirt in the air. Enough to ventilate in the entire establishment. His .45 with a silencer on it was in his hand of fire, while the hand of wind was prepared to blast anything in sight as he entered the room and stopped. He held a dangerous and calm smile on his face while his eyes had a piercing stare as he looked at everyone in the room. He spoke softly and calmly, his usual pure white suit bolstering the lethal apperance he let off. "Well, Xan I see your still making friends. Meno's been a long time since i've seen you, not that you'd probably remember much of me. I assume this isn't the friendliest ice cream social?"

[Robyn]

Reaver snarled angrily. “WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED TO KNOCKING.” He said in a more diva like fashion. His eye has stopped throbbing clearly now over the entrance of the old Wrath. He stood straitening his clothes. “I must say it’s rather rude of you…and your frightening my darlings…” He said motioning to the now cowering girls on the bed/sofa. Maybe this is were he should of followed the movies example and put in a trap door to a spiky pit of doom or something.

His eyebrows cocked in amusement at the old wrath meeting such a demise. “Pathetic ..” He whispered turning it into a innocent whistle. He looked to the two new intruders into his private chambers. Clapping his hands loudly to draw attention on him. “Two more chairs for my new guests!” He said sitting back down in an elegant fashion. “It’s still tea time! Chop chop my duckies! Don’t make me look like a poor host and leave my guest standing and parched.” He said drawing the gun and in the space of 3 minuets two more chairs had been placed and more tea and biscuits served. At the table two barely dressed maids with cat ears and tails stood ready to get what ever beck and call Reaver had.

[Xan]

OOC: My apologies, but I just got hit with a lot of stuff to do. You guys can skip my turn to keep this going.

[Guest]

Meno blinked as the guy who had just tried to shoot him was now offering him a seat and some tea. He sighed softly, understanding the way that he quickly switched in and out of Wrath when he had the powers inside of him. He sighed once again, and took the opportunity to sit down, when he suddenly noticed the two girls in cat outfits.

Must...resist...catgirls! Cute women in kitty outfits. Oh, the humanity. He had to resist! He just had to! The Alchemist managed to retain his composure, through large scale amounts of difficulty. Truth be told, this was the first time he'd managed to resist! Probably because he was in a strip club... and strip clubs had that whole "no touchie" policy. He sighed and hung his head.

The first kitty that he couldn't hug... That made him unhappy.

"Alright, down to business. Wrath... what part do you have in this whole debacle? Are you with Greed? Or are you out for your own gain, like I once was?" The green-haired Alchemist tilted his head to the side, staring inquiringly into the eyes of Wrath. Why didn't he think of a fake eye cover? Menoitos sighed again, wondering what use this man had put his powers to. Meno had rarely needed to use his Ultimate Eye, that was the funny thing. So maybe it was better that he didn't have the Ultimate Eye... There was no burden weighing on his mind. If he could kill Greed... then he could live a normal life. That's all he wanted. Or he'd move to Drachma, and live there. Either way, he was going to live a normal life with someone.

All he needed now was a love interest.

[Robyn]

Reaver noticed the past wraths sudden discomfort. The guy was almost squirming in his seat staring at the cat girls with begging eyes. Reaver’s smirk grew slightly as he decided to let the alchemist have some fun. He reached out grabbing one of the girls by her slender waist. “Why look when you can touch.” He purred pushing the girl onto Menoitos’s lap watching as the girl landed straddling the man’s lap.

Sitting back in his chair with his tea he listened to Menoitos’s questions. He coughed gently. “Please my duckie call me Reaver.” He took a delicate sip of his tea. “And at the moment I hold no alignment. Let’s say…I will take the side that will benefit me more…” He glared to the alchemist and tapped his cane letting it shimmer warningly. “So…if you want me on your side. What price are you willing to pay? And trust me my dear… I am not as cheap as that sweet kitten in your lap.”

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar frowned momentarily as he was ignored by both partys, he decided to stay stand and as such walked over to the wall and leaned against it as he holstered his pistol. He decided not to speak and instead watch the meeting between the old and new wrath. It was interesting the way homonculous worked. He was still learning about them, but it seemed he knew more than most people did.

He quietly spoke outloud," Fantastic, a homonculous that has weird pet names. I always thought that wrath would never be a flaming...Ahem. My apology's I dont even need to finish that to insult you for ignoring another guest. " He kept his face school in emotionless and his body was prepared to react quickly with firepower and blasting air. After all this new wrath wasn't nearly as powerful as the old one, and he was more powerful now than either had been. He was nearing xan's level, although it was taking some time.

He wished xan would take control of the situation and manipulate them to their advantage, or rather xans. He always did do things to his advantage, although murazar usually was xans only trusted friend and vice versa.

[Robyn]

Reaver smiled to Murazar. “Why you know what they say. Expect the unexpected…and not to judge a book by it’s cover.” He chuckled sipping his tea. “Now sit. Enjoy your tea. My dear sweets have made us a fabulous tea with biscuits. So lets enjoy it over a little chat with fine company… then maybe we can enjoy some entertainment of more explicit nature…” he finished with a small laugh.

He looked over the new comers and then Xan. “So…What has cause all three of you to come visit me.” He made the tone serious. “I am more then sure that there is something stirring in central. And I’m guessing an mutiny of sorts? So the question is what side are you on… and how much are you willing to give for my help or promise to not get involved?” He said curiosity twinkling in his eyes. His oroburous had rolled back and a normal pupil returned.

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