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omg_fmaWho: IC!Envy, IC!Riza, OC!Vorpal, NPCs
When: 09/03/08
Rating: R
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Envy and Vorpal impersonate soldiers. Which means people die. I also have not edited one of these logs in ages and it still makes me want to shoot babies in the face. 8|
Vorpal: *answers the door to the House, raising an eyebrow* Can I help ya?
Envy: *slouching against the frame of the door looking dramatically languid and bored* Ohh, I was in the mood for a little excursion. Thought you might be getting bored locked up her, playing nice.
Vorpal: *snerks, slipping outside and quietly closing the door behind herself* If I hafta watch that magician pull another parlour trick, I think I'm gonna shoot myself. What'd you have in mind?
Envy: Something exquisite. *shifts into the form of an attractive young military man with black eyes and a rather arrogant smirk - a perfect replica of Roy Mustang* I've got a change of clothes for you in the car.
Vorpal: Oooh. Car. Gettin' real fancy. *she smirks, tugging the gun she's been keeping on herself for a while now out of the waistband of her jeans, giving it a small twirl with a fond smile, similar to one she uses on her guitar* All ready.
Envy: It's one of the perks of disguises~ *gets into the front seat and drums his gloved fingers on the wheel*
Vorpal: *slips into the passenger side, leaning back with a lazy stretch* You got a target in mind tonight, kid, or we just shootin' what looks good?
Envy: *lazy shrug* A place, and anyone in it. They've been downright seditious this past week, it's time to let the real gunpowder go off.
Envy: *as the car goes roaring away* It's soon, isn't it?
Vorpal: *sidelong look* Ain't hard to tell, huh?
Envy: *shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unconcerned about anything Fate could throw at him* Better hurry up and have my fun then. *drives faster*
Vorpal: *smiiiiirking, watching the scenery roll past* You have no idea, kid.
Envy: *rolls his eyes*
MEANWHILE, IN TOWN........
Riza: *just starting her patrol of the streets as the sun is going down, though she is not wearing her uniform for safety's sake - no one would let her near them in it, any more, the atmosphere is so heavily anti-soldier*
Envy: *pulls the car to a stop a few blocks away, getting out and running a hand through his hair*
Vorpal: *had climbed into the backseat and changed a couple of miles back; now has her hair pulled back into a bun and earrings out, dressed like one of the soldiers; has to bite back a grin at the scared looks they get because ahahaha uniform, bitches*
Small Child: *not all that far away, bouncing a ball off the side of a building quite happily to entertain himself in the growing dusk; it's not time for dinner yet and mama said to stay outside where he can't destroy things. at least things inside*
Envy: Oh! There's one~ *strolls over towards the small child, whipping out his gun, not even bothering to conceal it* Hello there, son.
Vorpal: *snickering, trailing after Envy -- she has no qualms with killing the innocent, but she was opting to stay out of this one; the homunculus may as well have his fun*
Small Child: *met with the barrel of a gun and his eyes go wide... shit. just kinda staring* Mama..?
Mother: *can recognize the sounds of real distress from far away and pokes her head out the window at once; goes rigid with shock*
Mother: *screams, rushing towards the door*
Vorpal: *oooh, moving target; fires once, aiming for the head*
Envy: *kicks the boy in the stomach, sending him flying for several yards*
Riza: *hears the sound of the gunshot and rushes in that direction, heart pounding - is this it, at last? Will she catch one of the murderers?*
Small Child: *dead before even hitting the ground because, hey, when someone with super human strength kicks you in the ribs? not that hard to have one break into someone vital*
Mother: *headshot, hits the ground in a very messy way*
Vorpal: *staring nonchalantly at the dead bodies, like this happens everyday* Can we get somethin' a little more challengin', please?
Envy: *lets out a loud belly laugh, whirling around as curious heads burst out of doors and whipping his gun out, taking pot shots at the random civilians*
Riza: *has pulled out her gun as well, and comes around the corner at a run* FREEZE! *in an authoritative voice that would chill the blood of normal people*
Vorpal: *well lookie who answered her plea! a soldier! with a smirk, Vorpal turns on Riza, gun aimed at her* What'cha gonna do if I don't?
Riza: *supporting her gun with both hands, eyes go wide as she sees the carnage and recognizes both faces* .....what?
Vorpal: Cat got your tongue, miss? *oh where best to shoot? head would be too quick, but the gut..~?*
Random Civilians: *wailing over the dead loved ones*
Riza: *wide-eyed* You're not soldiers. Neither of you.
Envy: *shooting the body of the dead child for kicks, unaware of the new visitor, grinning sickly*
Riza: *doesn't let her hands falter on the gun, eyes narrowing* You aren't Roy you son of a bitch. *almost to herself*
Vorpal: *glances over at Envy, calling out sweetly* Kiddo, we got ourselves a good one~! *mostly, she's just tired of hearing the gun go off*
Envy: *stops shooting, looking over with interest* Oh, my, I see~ *glances at Riza with no recognition, smirking* She isn't exactly what I was looking for, but if she's troubling you that much...
Riza: You two are behind it, aren't you? *keeps herself from shaking at the enormity and impossibility of it* You're the ones killing these people. You're the reason real soldiers keep disappearing. You're-
Envy: *bored sigh* Make her shut up, will you?
Vorpal: *shrugs, aiming a careless shot at Riza; she's actually finding her more amusing when she talks anyway; there won't be much of that soon*
Riza: *is not as easy a prey as small children; ducks the shot and rolls, firing three times; one hits Envy in the chest, the other hitting Vorpal in the calf*
Vorpal: *snarls -- the shot doesn't hurt much, but it still hurts; at this point in time, she really wishes she had her guitar rather than some stupid gun because watching this bitch get eaten alive would be far more amusing; shoots a direct hit at Riza's shoulder*
Envy: *thrown back a step or two by the impact but does not fall otherwise*
Riza: *is hit and drops her gun, clutching at the wound and hissing in pain*
Riza: *scrabbles on the ground with her other hand to pick up the gun again*
Vorpal: I don't think so. *fires another shot between Riza and the gun, stepping forward*
Riza: *is hit in the wrist, draws it close to her chest and struggles for her feet* Who are you?
Vorpal: Oh, I could give you some big ol' poetic speech, but that ain't gonna matter much where you're goin'. *has her gun pointed between Riza's eyes*
Envy: *fickle, has already regenerated and lost interest since Vorpal is dealing with the issue; kicks in a door and is greeted with aborted screams as he starts to shoot the inhabitants*
Riza: *does not move, but doesn't betray fear*
Riza: ..... *as the realization dawns on her that she is in a bad spot, she does not give in and try to reason, but grits her teeth*
Vorpal: C'mon now. Seemed like you had somethin' to say just a couple'a minutes before. Noothin' for your epitaph?
Riza: *glances around her, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation; can she make it to her gun in time?* ....I have nothing to say to the likes of you. *makes a lunge for the gun with her injured hand*
Vorpal: *as Riza lunges, she changes the direction of the gun, letting a bullet fly towards the soldier's temple*
Riza: *dead; very, very dead*
Vorpal: *victorious! looking to where Envy's gone* Hey, kid!
Envy: *still shooting the neighborhood up, has made his way halfway down the block now and it just about out of bullets*
Vorpal: *sighs and follows the trail of the dead to locate the homunculus*
When: 09/03/08
Rating: R
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Envy and Vorpal impersonate soldiers. Which means people die. I also have not edited one of these logs in ages and it still makes me want to shoot babies in the face. 8|
Vorpal: *answers the door to the House, raising an eyebrow* Can I help ya?
Envy: *slouching against the frame of the door looking dramatically languid and bored* Ohh, I was in the mood for a little excursion. Thought you might be getting bored locked up her, playing nice.
Vorpal: *snerks, slipping outside and quietly closing the door behind herself* If I hafta watch that magician pull another parlour trick, I think I'm gonna shoot myself. What'd you have in mind?
Envy: Something exquisite. *shifts into the form of an attractive young military man with black eyes and a rather arrogant smirk - a perfect replica of Roy Mustang* I've got a change of clothes for you in the car.
Vorpal: Oooh. Car. Gettin' real fancy. *she smirks, tugging the gun she's been keeping on herself for a while now out of the waistband of her jeans, giving it a small twirl with a fond smile, similar to one she uses on her guitar* All ready.
Envy: It's one of the perks of disguises~ *gets into the front seat and drums his gloved fingers on the wheel*
Vorpal: *slips into the passenger side, leaning back with a lazy stretch* You got a target in mind tonight, kid, or we just shootin' what looks good?
Envy: *lazy shrug* A place, and anyone in it. They've been downright seditious this past week, it's time to let the real gunpowder go off.
Envy: *as the car goes roaring away* It's soon, isn't it?
Vorpal: *sidelong look* Ain't hard to tell, huh?
Envy: *shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unconcerned about anything Fate could throw at him* Better hurry up and have my fun then. *drives faster*
Vorpal: *smiiiiirking, watching the scenery roll past* You have no idea, kid.
Envy: *rolls his eyes*
MEANWHILE, IN TOWN........
Riza: *just starting her patrol of the streets as the sun is going down, though she is not wearing her uniform for safety's sake - no one would let her near them in it, any more, the atmosphere is so heavily anti-soldier*
Envy: *pulls the car to a stop a few blocks away, getting out and running a hand through his hair*
Vorpal: *had climbed into the backseat and changed a couple of miles back; now has her hair pulled back into a bun and earrings out, dressed like one of the soldiers; has to bite back a grin at the scared looks they get because ahahaha uniform, bitches*
Small Child: *not all that far away, bouncing a ball off the side of a building quite happily to entertain himself in the growing dusk; it's not time for dinner yet and mama said to stay outside where he can't destroy things. at least things inside*
Envy: Oh! There's one~ *strolls over towards the small child, whipping out his gun, not even bothering to conceal it* Hello there, son.
Vorpal: *snickering, trailing after Envy -- she has no qualms with killing the innocent, but she was opting to stay out of this one; the homunculus may as well have his fun*
Small Child: *met with the barrel of a gun and his eyes go wide... shit. just kinda staring* Mama..?
Mother: *can recognize the sounds of real distress from far away and pokes her head out the window at once; goes rigid with shock*
Mother: *screams, rushing towards the door*
Vorpal: *oooh, moving target; fires once, aiming for the head*
Envy: *kicks the boy in the stomach, sending him flying for several yards*
Riza: *hears the sound of the gunshot and rushes in that direction, heart pounding - is this it, at last? Will she catch one of the murderers?*
Small Child: *dead before even hitting the ground because, hey, when someone with super human strength kicks you in the ribs? not that hard to have one break into someone vital*
Mother: *headshot, hits the ground in a very messy way*
Vorpal: *staring nonchalantly at the dead bodies, like this happens everyday* Can we get somethin' a little more challengin', please?
Envy: *lets out a loud belly laugh, whirling around as curious heads burst out of doors and whipping his gun out, taking pot shots at the random civilians*
Riza: *has pulled out her gun as well, and comes around the corner at a run* FREEZE! *in an authoritative voice that would chill the blood of normal people*
Vorpal: *well lookie who answered her plea! a soldier! with a smirk, Vorpal turns on Riza, gun aimed at her* What'cha gonna do if I don't?
Riza: *supporting her gun with both hands, eyes go wide as she sees the carnage and recognizes both faces* .....what?
Vorpal: Cat got your tongue, miss? *oh where best to shoot? head would be too quick, but the gut..~?*
Random Civilians: *wailing over the dead loved ones*
Riza: *wide-eyed* You're not soldiers. Neither of you.
Envy: *shooting the body of the dead child for kicks, unaware of the new visitor, grinning sickly*
Riza: *doesn't let her hands falter on the gun, eyes narrowing* You aren't Roy you son of a bitch. *almost to herself*
Vorpal: *glances over at Envy, calling out sweetly* Kiddo, we got ourselves a good one~! *mostly, she's just tired of hearing the gun go off*
Envy: *stops shooting, looking over with interest* Oh, my, I see~ *glances at Riza with no recognition, smirking* She isn't exactly what I was looking for, but if she's troubling you that much...
Riza: You two are behind it, aren't you? *keeps herself from shaking at the enormity and impossibility of it* You're the ones killing these people. You're the reason real soldiers keep disappearing. You're-
Envy: *bored sigh* Make her shut up, will you?
Vorpal: *shrugs, aiming a careless shot at Riza; she's actually finding her more amusing when she talks anyway; there won't be much of that soon*
Riza: *is not as easy a prey as small children; ducks the shot and rolls, firing three times; one hits Envy in the chest, the other hitting Vorpal in the calf*
Vorpal: *snarls -- the shot doesn't hurt much, but it still hurts; at this point in time, she really wishes she had her guitar rather than some stupid gun because watching this bitch get eaten alive would be far more amusing; shoots a direct hit at Riza's shoulder*
Envy: *thrown back a step or two by the impact but does not fall otherwise*
Riza: *is hit and drops her gun, clutching at the wound and hissing in pain*
Riza: *scrabbles on the ground with her other hand to pick up the gun again*
Vorpal: I don't think so. *fires another shot between Riza and the gun, stepping forward*
Riza: *is hit in the wrist, draws it close to her chest and struggles for her feet* Who are you?
Vorpal: Oh, I could give you some big ol' poetic speech, but that ain't gonna matter much where you're goin'. *has her gun pointed between Riza's eyes*
Envy: *fickle, has already regenerated and lost interest since Vorpal is dealing with the issue; kicks in a door and is greeted with aborted screams as he starts to shoot the inhabitants*
Riza: *does not move, but doesn't betray fear*
Riza: ..... *as the realization dawns on her that she is in a bad spot, she does not give in and try to reason, but grits her teeth*
Vorpal: C'mon now. Seemed like you had somethin' to say just a couple'a minutes before. Noothin' for your epitaph?
Riza: *glances around her, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation; can she make it to her gun in time?* ....I have nothing to say to the likes of you. *makes a lunge for the gun with her injured hand*
Vorpal: *as Riza lunges, she changes the direction of the gun, letting a bullet fly towards the soldier's temple*
Riza: *dead; very, very dead*
Vorpal: *victorious! looking to where Envy's gone* Hey, kid!
Envy: *still shooting the neighborhood up, has made his way halfway down the block now and it just about out of bullets*
Vorpal: *sighs and follows the trail of the dead to locate the homunculus*
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BOOOOM, HEADSHOT!
Date: 2008-09-08 03:55 am (UTC)MMMMMMM THAT YOU ONLY MEANT WELL, WELL OF COURSE YOU DID~
MMMMMMM WHAT YOU SAY~
MMMMMMM THAT IT'S ALL FOR THE BEST, OF COURSE IT IS~
MMMMMMM WHAT YOU SAY~
MMMMMMM THAT IT'S JUST WHAT WE NEED, AND YOU DECIDED THIS~
MMMMMMM WHAT YOU SAY~
MMMMMMM WHAT DID YOU SAY~?
:DDDDDDDDDDDDD
And also...
Clara: .........Was someone at the door? ^_^;
Re: BOOOOM, HEADSHOT!
Date: 2008-09-08 03:57 am (UTC)Clara misses all the cool people at the door. Woe.