Strange…three reviews like…6 minuets after it was made.
Everto Angelus: Naughty naughty. Lol. But it's cool.
MetalWing Alchemist: Screw them, I put in as many people as I feel needed. With me, it's like…the original characters aren't cool enough or stupid enough quick enough e.c.t. to do the things I want to happen in the fic. Besides, I wuff all my little characters since most of them are based on meh loveable friends.
Everto and MetalWing: -huggles- You guys are all great.
"May I ask what she's rambling about now?" Riza Hawkeye stared blankly ahead through the one way window.
"Something about how the floor was talking to her." Roy Mustang replied warily. Lupa had to be put it a…special room the military just happened to have.
.:Flashback:.
"So do all the room here have straight jackets, ropes, and door handles with the locks on the outside?" Lupa asked as she was ushered into the exact room she spoke of.
"Uh, yes, of course. What HQ wouldn't have bared windows? Anyways, your staying here." Taking leave quickly, Maes Hughes turned from the black haired girl in a straight jacket, chained to a chair, the chair chained to the floor, the windows bared, locks on the outside of the room, the ceiling lights having bars across them also, and ropes, many ropes, tied to the back of the straight jacket, connected to the ceiling. Quite a maze it was.
"Um okay…hey, you guys will be back to untie me right?" Nothing but darkness answered.
"Hello?"
.:End Flashback:.
"The floor…" Hawkeye repeated slowly.
"I'll put it to you all bluntly," Said Jean Havoc. "we just need to take her out of her own misery."
"And how do you figure we go about doing that?" Armstrong asked from behind.
"Two shots to the back of the head outta do it."
"I never knew you to be dark like that." Riza said, though a hand seemed to be creeping to the hilt of her gun.
"Relax you guys, I'm not some psychotic bitch!" There was a heavy thud at the door where the four were standing. With some difficulty Roy forced himself to look at the grinning Lupa, who held a large amount of rope in her hand.
"Yeah, no one was really listening, and I really had to go to the bathroom, so I sorta left." She replied to their solemn faces.
"How the hell-"Another black haired person came from behind Lupa, an irritated look in his face.
"What's up dude?" She turned to Hughes, who for once looked somewhat, possibly angry.
"You won't believe how long it took us to tie you in." He grunted, pointing at the extra rope that Lupa had discarded to the floor.
"What are you talking about? You got some alchemist to do it."
"Well it took four minuets of their lives that they'll never get back." Riza gave a force cough, stopping the pathetic argument.
"Anyways, so what with Tetsujin Temple anyways?" Lupa asked. She received stares from everyone. Even people who heard from outside stopped.
"You've heard of the temple?" Asked the colonel, an eyebrow raised.
"Well the floor sure did."
"You want us to believe a floor told you about Tetsujin Temple?"
'The colonel is right. She is one something…" Riza kept that bit to herself.
"Well, what's so bad about it? Jessica said-"
"Who's Jessica?" Armstrong inturmpetd.
"Your floor in that room turned out to be a friend of mine named Jessica."
"And how did this friend of yours appear on the floor?" Havoc asked.
"What is it with you people and questions? Can't you except the fact that a friend of mine's face popped up on the floor and told me some crap about some temple?" Lupa was even starting to get annoyed.
"That doesn't really happen here too often, and I don't know if it does where you live, but it doesn't here." Replied Hughes, now taking a seat outside the room.
"So what's so bad about this place anyways?" Lupa asked, leaning against the door frame.
"You think she'd believe it?" Hawkeye whispered over to Mustang.
"This is Lupa. I'm sure." He said, then turning to the girl, he gave an explanation.
"Tetsujin Temple was a place many tribes put effort into building thousands of years ago. Since Africa was never a place of peace, and tribes always had wars going on between each other, it was a merical that they actually built the temple with agreement between them all. But strange things started happening after it's creation. Shortly after, all the tribes seemed to just have disappeared, and though their territories were unprotected, it seemed no one wanted it. A few hundred years later, it wasn't even charted on a map anymore seeing as anyone who entered the territory was never seen or found. The temples exact location is now a mystery to the world, and some say it doesn't even exist."
"But there was a rumor that the tribes were somehow made into an army of undead like-"
"Like zombies?" Lupa finished.
"Yes, I suppose." Lupa took this all in with quite boredom.
"Yeah, yeah. Been there done that. Zombies suck." She replied waving a hand in the air.
"You've seen a zombie." The same expression was stretched across Mustang, though it was more disbelief.
"Yeah, duh. Why do you think I have more than screws loose? I've seen lots of things…" She replied in a mysterious tone, a small grin coming back.
'Hm' Was all Mustang gave.
"You don't believe me do you? Of course you don't. Well we can settle it one of two ways. We can go to this little temple, tell it to National Geographic, make big bucks, or we could just as easily go to a cemetery." There was no way Lupa would leave something as big as an entire army of undead sit.
"And what makes you think any of us would go to Africa?" Roy looked her squarely in the face. This was an answer he wanted to hear.
"They have topless woman."
And that's all you'll get out of me for now.