Hello again!
Envy: The authoress had better not annoy us with her Okami progress...
No, I'm just fairly happy because school was canceled because of snow!
I keep forgetting to put in a disclaimer, so:
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, but I do own the Genos.
~Rhea's POV~
4F8 looked at the cat, whom was sitting up, but only repeated "Psy."
"Psy. Is that your name?" Slowly but surely the cat shook his head.
"My name is Falcon." He said this quietly, so they could barely hear him.
"Falcon? So, why are you here, Falcon?" 4F9 inquired
Falcon didn't respond. 4F8 glanced at 4F9. "I'll try asking this time."
"Where's Psy? Is he your friend?"
"Psy..is dead. And Psy's a girl" was Falcon's response, again fairly hard to hear.
"So you're alone?" This time 4F9 was inquiring.
"No...I have friends. I need to rendezvous with them." This time, he spoke louder, but just barely.
4F9 looked at his leg. "You won't get anywhere with a broken leg, you know."
Falcon shrugged. "I'll fly."
"Do you want help getting there?"
Falcon looked at the pair. "I...guess. The rendezvous is about five miles away, though."
4F9 looked at 4F9 "Can we go? Pretty please?" she meowed, while looking as adorable as she could.
4F8 looked at both of them.
"I suppose, but don't go off doing anything dangero-" he was cut off by 4F9 squealing happily.
~3rd Geno POV again~
Rhea looked at the boy trying to pick the lock for the fourty-third time that day. He was pretty persistent, but he didn't have any skills when it came to that sort of thing.
She heard some mild curses, and figured he failed, just like the previous fourty-two times. It was starting to get mildly irritating, but she was a cat. She couldn't tell him to knock it off, even if her life depended on it. Though she did want to whack him, hard. He was getting extremely annoying.
Rhea rubbed up against the cage's side that connected to the boy's. Maybe that might get him to stop. He didn't notice her at first, so she meowed, which seemed to get his attention.
"Hello, kitty," he said in a cooing tone, and started to revert to the baby-speak that Rhea hated.
"Are you a cute widdle kitty-widdy? Yes, you are a cute widdle kitty." Rhea couldn't stand humans when they did that. It was a serious insult to her intelligence.
~Envy's POV~
Blaze took a few steps back from me.
"Are you sure that's what it means?" I nodded. I'd heard the term used to describe Ishbal enough to know what it was.
"Makes sense, though," was Marrow, whom I forgot about until he spoke. "And we shouldn't tell the spy that, you know." Blaze cuffed him. "For the last time, he isn't a spy!"
"Okay, okay, he isn't! Now stop tackling me!" Blaze, fed up with him, had begun to tackle him. "Anyway, if they weren't planning on using us for genocide, I highly doubt that they would go through the trouble to make super-powered cats in the first place!" Blaze retreated into a corner. I didn't blame her; when I was first a Homunculus and found out about my shapeshifting, I couldn't believe it either.
Charge glanced at me. "Oh, yeah, I forgot you're new. Blaze'll probably sulk for an hour or two, then go back to being Little Miss Sunshine. Psy said something about that happening once she found out she was one of the three survivors of the big escape from one of the labs."
"Labs?" I didn't remember Blaze mentioning labs at all.
"Yep. It's where we got our abilities. We were also given a number, which we generally referred to ourselves as until we got our powers. Let's see...I think the first number's the lab you were given your abilities in, the second's the number Geno given abilities that month, and the third's the month you were given abilities in."
"No, you mixed up the second and third numbers. The third's the number given abilities in that particular month, and the second's the month you were given abilities," Marrow butted in. "Honestly Charge, sometimes you're the most forgetful thing I've ever met, dogs included." Charge growled at him, then pounced onto his back, nipping affectionately at his shoulder. Marrow then started trying to shake Charge off, making sure to not hurt him with his blades. I looked at this, and walked toward Blaze, whom was watching the display from the corner.
"Don't worry about those two. They're basically big kittens with mutant powers," Blaze claimed. She seemed to have gotten over her initial shock of what the word genocide meant. "I figure that we'll be here until Falcon comes, so you might as well explore and make yourself familiar with this place."
Since it seemed that Charge and Marrow wouldn't stop wrestling on the floor anytime soon, I decided to heed Blaze's advice. The underground area was pretty big, about one hundred yards by one hundred yards, with several rooms branching off the one where Blaze, Charge, and Marrow were in. I looked around, and found about five rooms total.
One was fairly large and had padded mats, so I assumed it was the bedroom. Another had various cat dishes, and another had couches and rugs. The fifth had a massive bulletin board covered with sketches of planes, with the floor littered with various scrap metal. I figured that this was where Charge made improvements to his machines. The final one I assumed was the bathroom, and stayed away form. After a bit of exploring, I figured that Charge and Marrow should have stopped wrestling by now.
On the way back, however, Blaze bumped into me. She looked in the direction I was going. "Don't bother. They're still wrestling. They've been known to do it for hours. Hopefully Falcon will get here soon. Those two are generally pretty crazy together."
"So, when do you think he's coming?"
Blaze shrugged. "I don't know how fast he can fly, so I assume about a half week or so."
There might be a big ice storm soon, so please don't kill me if I don't update quickly.
Rhea: Snow!
Actually, it's more sleet than snow. Sleet's worse, since you can lose power, and you can't throw snowballs at your friend.
Rhea: ...oh
Reviews are welcomed, as always!
