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Post by sloth on Jul 6, 2009 13:19:41 GMT -8
Sloth could hear Wrath's anger as she sat there. it wasn't hard to just sit around and do nothing but bleed. sloth looked at her shoulder and then took a deep breath. she couldn't believe she was even thinking of what she was going to do. Sloth's eyes flashed closed as her right index finger plunged into the bullet wound and dug around for the bullet. once she had a feel on it sloth pulled it out. Hard core, huh?
rather pleased with her self she examined the bullet and then threw it back at riza, with added force of course. "Heres your bullet back." Sloth smiled and stood up and looked at Wrath. Sloth jumped up onto a near by dumpster and sat down she exacerbated a sigh as she looked at her teddy bear. "Aw." Sloth picked up the bear with the wind from her swinging legs and hugged it. she smiled and then watched the two fight. "You know Wrath you shouldn't kill her. remember what D told you?" Sloth was smarter then she let on to be, but not only that she cared the Wrath was willing to defend her. she smiled and leaned back only slight.
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Post by wrath on Jul 6, 2009 18:40:47 GMT -8
"I'm pretty sure D would want us to get rid of her because she knows who we are!" Wrath was glad Sloth was alright at least. He had actually been worried for a moment! He predicted that Riza would shoot at him, after all, thats what Riza does. He made his other hand explode and created a shield from its blood and his arms blood. He used the shield to block the bullets Riza shot.
"My turn." Wrath said after his arm had finished re-growing. he used that arm to throw three knives at Riza with deadly accuracy. "Why are you even fighting me?" Wrath inquired, "You don't have my remains, so you have no hope of winning! Why even try fighting the raging Wrath?"
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 7, 2009 9:20:36 GMT -8
She managed to duck back under the bullet the girl threw at me before ducking out of sight- and that left her with only one target to concentrate on, a much more preferable arrangement. No doubt she was a homunculus as well; she'd ripped that bullet she'd thrown out of her own skin and was even now healing. Hughes- no, not Hughes, the abomination wearing his face- was similarly healing, the arm he'd turned into some sort of weapon reforming as the other became a shield to block her shots.
Once his arm had completely reformed there was three of the small throwing knives Hughes had favored flying toward her. Calculating from his words and his actions that he fully intended to kill her she ducked sideways and down, the first blade catching her fully in the shoulder though the others missed her. Cursing quietly she ignored the pain and raised her gun again as she pulled the other pistol from the holster under the other arm and again took aim.
His question contained a good deal of information and she stored it away to be used for later. "Hughes fought against Envy with the same," she commented offhandedly. "And at least I know the rounds keep you occupied from whatever else you were doing. So you're Wrath now?" Taking aim again she fired more rounds at Hughes, one gun aimed at his head, the other at his torso. It seemed a fitting name, for seeing the creature put her nearly into a rage.
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Post by sloth on Jul 8, 2009 9:10:35 GMT -8
Sloth laughed at Riza and then looked at Wrath. "but she might be of use. think about it Wrath, shes smart and she knows you, think how D could use that." Sloth wasn't the as stupid as she let on to be in fact most of the time she was very smart but more importantly she was trying to look out for Riza. personal reasons, to Sloth.
See Sloth heard about who killed Hughes. that was the wonderful thing about being known for your laziness, is when your pretending to sleep people think you really are sleeping. Not to mention if Sloth planed on betraying Dante, she was going to do it right. Sloth's hand brushed her shoulder as it completely healed. she smiled to her self and then looked at Riza. "Your a bright one. I'm Sloth, and yeah thats Wrath." Sloth smiled a little more and stared at Riza. "Happy you know who we are its not like we really care, or do we?" Sloth's question was really to her self rather then Riza she stared at the sky for a moment and then looked at Riza. "Would you like some help or are you set in killing my brother?"
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Post by wrath on Jul 16, 2009 13:54:02 GMT -8
"God you can be a pain sometimes!" Wrath yelled at Sloth, "Can't you see she is intent on killing me and you? She's too cunning for our needs. So will you ether shut up or come down here and help me!" Wrath didn't like being this mean to his family but right now sloth was seriously killing his buzz.
At the same time Wrath blocked the shot to his torso using his sheild, and formed a type of helmet that covered his forehead to block the other bullet. "Yes, in fact I did fight with Envy using my knives, " Wrath said, saying I to freak Riza out, "In fact I still wear the scars from that fight!" Wrath ripped of his shirt and threw it to Sloth, showing off the scar along his shoulder and the bullet hole with the traditional homunculus tattoo around it. "I remember that fight well, I remember Envy took the form of some woman when she shot me, who was it again? Ah yes, Gracia, Gracia Hughes. Quite awful really, being shot to death by ones wife. Think about how it would feel if you were killed by your beloved Mustang. Maybe I'd have Dante bring you back just to see the look on your face, the I'd kill you. Now wouldn't that be just delightful!"
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 23, 2009 6:10:49 GMT -8
Evidently of the pair this Sloth was the thinker and Wrath- he possessed little of the thoughtfulness of the man whose face he bore. The girl's offer was barely heard over the loud bang of the shots filling the air, but Riza heard and understood them. Were there discontents in this family, or was the girl simply trying to throw her off-guard? In any case, this was not the time to ponder anything further than survival and information to be gained against the foes.
Reaching up to her shoulder Riza pulled out the dagger without any expression on her face, forcing the wince and gasp from showing in the slightest. "But you're a worse aim than he is," she commented coolly as she watched him tear away the shirt, saw the bullet wound with that sigil all of the homunculus seemed to share in common blazing around it. A brilliant target in its own way. And his barbs about Mustang- her eyes narrowed but she showed no further anger than that. The General wouldn't kill her unless there was no other choice, and in that case she'd rather he did.
She remembered once that Hughes had shown her how to throw these knives many years ago in Ishbal. There was a trick it, he said- and with her aim she was moderately good, though never as pinpoint as Hughes himself. The weight of the knife held between her fingers from where she'd pulled it from her shoulder and with a flick of the wrist she sent it toward his eye, the distance covered in almost a flash. Simultaneously she fired for that spot on his chest where the ouroboros mark rested, where he'd been killed before by someone he likely now considered his brother. Hawkeye's own rage was pushed so far down she wasn't even aware of it, but somehow it still grew incalculable under her carefully held control.
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