I am Aoshi on Speed, also known as Meerkatie-chan, Okashira, Katiebug, the graphite Alchemist, Magdalena (to those in may spanish class) or just plain Moron.

this is all based off of an RP so there are going to be storylines that overlap, but I'll explain them as they come.

enjoy

and please read and review... I really don't want to have to hurt you.


What was WRONG with these people? He hadn't even done anything yet they chased him like a common criminal! … okay, so he DID just so happen to be a serial killer and he HAD tried to steal his jacket back from the investigations department of military central HQ, but it was his jacket in the first place! Not to mention the fact that it was getting to be very cold…. As a man who spent practically his entire life in the desert, Scar was not accustomed to cold AT ALL.

He sprinted down the street, making every twist and turn he could find to try and lose the gang of military dogs in black uniforms chasing him. Finally he saw an alleyway and threw himself inside it, diving behind a trashcan.

He pressed himself against the wall and waited until he heard the footsteps race right past him. Once he was sure they were gone he peeked out from behind the metal can… he didn't hear anything… he cautiously crawled all the way out and peeked around the corner of the brick building… they were gone…

He let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the wall…

"Don't relax just yet, scarred man…" a low, sultry voice came from the shadows. Instantly he was on his feet and tried to run again, two long, razor-sharp, black nails shot from the darkness and caught the shoulder of his shirt, cutting the flesh on his shoulder as well. He froze… not wanting to be cut up further.

"It's not enough for me to be chased by the military… but you feel the need to torture me as well?" he said after a long moment of sorting out in his head what to do.

"oh, must you always expect the worst of me?" the voice came again and a pale face emerged from the shadows, just as he thought… it was her… her long, eerie, curls blending into the shadows behind her. Her much shorter…. Much wider companion hobbled up beside her, drooling as usual… looking at him… and drooling… was it drooling at him?

O.o

"what do you want with me?" he growled as he pulled against the talon pinning his shirt to the wall… wanting to be very very VERY far away from the blob that was looking at him like a hungry dog looks at a steak.

A second black needle-pint claw twanged in the wall an inch from his neck and he stopped moving.

"My master is calling you to the desert… I wouldn't think you would complain due to the dropping temperatures here." She said, mockingly sweetly, "and the fact that the military seems to be still insistent on having you freeze to death." She added noticing that he had, once again failed to retrieve his faded yellow leather jacket.

He scowled, "And who is your master?" 'More importantly, what does he want with me?' he thought silently to himself.

"so impatient, I'm getting there… first off, you may be interested in knowing that there's a second Ishbal massacre in the works…" she said, slowly starting to advance on him, retracting the claws as she got closer but keeping him effectively pinned.

"Is that so? Knowing your work you and your 'master' were probably the ones that started it." He growled, only flinching a little at the mention of his homeland.

"Oh, not at all," she smirked, "the little desert town of Lior was tragically led astray by a false prophet who eventually drove them all straight into a pit of turmoil and despair… now the military is stepping in to 'help' as they so call it. But, in their typical method, acting as though nothing is going on, of course"

"really… then how do you know about it… and why would you care?" he asked, calculating in his mind how he could wrench himself from her grasp without loosing his head.

She chuckled a little deviously, allowing the tip of her one nail to slip on the wall towards his throat a little, leaving a deep gash in the brick, making his eyes stop darting around, measuring spaces as she knew he was.. "Have you forgotten where you are? This happens to be central city, dear. Rumors leak very easily with the right persuasion…" she sighed melo-dramatically with false despair, "and now, I'm afraid little Lior is just a little slice of hell on earth, oh, it's almost too much to think about." She said, putting her free hand to her forehead.

"what do you want me to do about it?" he asked, pulling his neck as far away from the razor-edge of Lust's claw as possible without moving the rest of his body.

The woman's face straightened, "you know perfectly well…just what to do with what's left of that town…" she said, eyeing his brother's arm. "Think about it…" her face looked less threatening now, more or less like the woman she had been based off of. "all the lives in this arm of yours can finally be put to use… put that poor little town out of it's misery…" she said, gently taking the arm in her free hand.

His brain froze up… 'damnitalldamnitallDAMNITALL!' he yelled inwardly at himself. She was messing with his head again, and doing a VERY good job of it.

Finally he woke himself up and swiftly ducked out of her dangerous claws, leaving a large rip in his shirt at the shoulder and wrenching his arm free in the same move. "NO!" he yelled, "I refuse!"

With that he bolted off down the street, clutching the bleeding gash in his shoulder. Gluttony lunged foreward and managed to catch one black boot in his mouth before Lust called him back, "GLUTTONY!"

There wasn't any need to hold the blob back, the boot slid off easily and Scar just kept running, a little lopsided now, but just as fast as ever.

Gluttony looked up hopefully, one end of the boot still sticking out of his mouth. "no, no, gluttony, we still need him…" the fat little homunculus slurped the boot into his mouth and munched on it happily for a few seconds before it was gone.

"Don't worry; I know how he thinks… he'll be in Lior before the week's out." She said, perching herself atop her companion's shoulder.

"Lust…" Gluttony said, sucking on his finger again.

"yes, Gluttony?" she said as she glanced down.

"I'm hungry…" he said miserably as his stomach growled, "will I ever be able to eat him?"

She sighed and patted his bald little head, "we'll see, gluttony, we'll see."


It's so cool to remember all this stuff, the RP is MUCH farther along now so looking back on all this is like looking at baby pictures for me... reminiscing about the time when Scar still used proper english and Lust was still an important part of the storyline (that was in no way, shape, or form a challenge to the Lust fans out there, please don't hurt me)