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Open The Chimera Project II

((Yes Baku, u has an in))

Edward lept from the top of the crates and landed on his feet gracefully, his long gold braid settling to rest jest between his shoulder blades a split second after his landing. He wasn't wearing his usual long red coat, just a black sleeveless shirt and tight black pants, so the sinewy muscles in his flesh arm, back, and flesh leg were very visible. He was much more lean since his fusion with the large, graceful feline, and it showed.

"So. We have to get him unchained and get out of here. I hate it here. It smells funny. Musty." He mumbled, standing up to his full height of... five feet and a couple inches.
 
Fang looks down at the boy in quiet amusement, trying to understand how this child could lead them. He shrugs and lets it slide as he walks to the cage doors, a bit of a swing in his hips as he goes. He crouches and looks at the lock at eye-level, judging it silently. Her then touches the bracelet on his right wrist and starts to morph it into the lock to create a key. He then pulls the key out without unlock the door and looks back at the group.

"Well, whatever it is you do to free that boy, I have a key to get out of here. Edward, I believe you'd like to be the first out of here so we don't run into a trap so should I give the key to you? And speaking of locks and such, do those shackles have locks?"

He crosses his arms with a amused smile on his face. Waiting for the reaction of the crowd.
 
Karae didn't move, watching someone form a key out of a bracelet. "I am not going." She wanted to escape, to do something right for once, but food was more important at the moment. "I'll slow you all down." Leaning against the wall for support, she wrapped her tail around her waist, eyes narrowing. She was trying to speak logically, as if she didn't care about the matter of escape. She just had to imagine it didn't concern her...
 
"... I doubt that key will work. Unless you have a good eye for analyzing the insides of locks, you're just holding a stereotypical key shape that won't do anything for the tumblers." A-01 said, with a tinge of impatience in his voice. "That being said, I really would accept any attempt to get these manacles off of me. Except for fire... Fire bad..."
 
"I think the ice is a pretty good idea," Bakur mumbled. He glanced at the boy with the key, standing next to the door, and then looked at the floor. Then he flicked his gaze to Karae and A-01. He was looking around a lot today...
 
"I can't do ice," Rose lamented, attempting; however, the closest she got was water. "Just go ahead... whoever you are, and get this boy out. I hate seeing people suffer." She stepped back and observed from a distance. For a moment, her gaze was on Edward, to see if he would react to this situation, but she directed it back to the one in shackles.
 
(( Yayz! ))

Tuxa sat still and quiet in a corner, listening to the conversations. She had the hood over her head, covering the purple, big, cat ears.

"I can maybe help, I mean, unlocking those chains." She directed towards the boy in chains. "I'm not good with alchemy, but I can try unlocking them... other ways." She didn't want to reveal her psychic powers yet, and especially not to strangers. Though, that blonde, short guy, she had heard of him. His name was something beginning with an E. She stared at the short boy, trying to remember. Oh yes! Edward Elric! The FullMetal Alchemist!

"You're Edward Elric, the FullMetal Alchemist, right?" She pointed at the shorty.
 
"How good to know that you've seen the light, miss Rose," Evan responded smugly; he couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate these children. "You would do well to hold still, child," he told the bound boy as he held the chunk of ice up to the chains, where it melted and coated the metal with a film of water. With an exaggerated flick of his wrist and a small flash of light, the liquid and the manacles froze solid instantly. Simply amazing, he thought, I never had enough strength to do that before, even in cold weather! This new form will certainly come quite in handy throughout this little trek ahead of us, despite a few...minor setbacks...

His hand automatically crept up to his face, only to be abruptly stopped by the triangular plate in front of it. He flinched, taken aback by the touch of the unforgiving metal, and the loss of his focus and concentration caused the chains to suddenly shatter. "Well, that solves that problem," he announced to the room, having reverted back to his previous condescendingly boisterous personality. He took a moment to survey the room; there was currently a boy trying to unlock the sealed door, Rose and and a large disproportioned man standing off to the side, two girls sitting along the wall, and the now-freed insect child.

And then there was the rather short, feline boy in the middle of the room; Evan noticed that two of his limbs appear to have been replaced with automail. Something was familiar about this one, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. At least not until one of the lone girls on the sidelines spoke up, mentioning the name he had been looking for. "So, you're the Fullmetal Alchemist, huh kid? I must say I've heard quite a bit about your escapades, but I didn't get a detailed explanation until I first came to Central and met up with Colonel Mustang. Then he knocked me out and I ended up in here...I probably should have seen that one coming."
 
"Are you evil or something?" Bakur asked Evan. "You talk like you have a plan to take over the world or something." He swished his tail, careful not to let it go near the wall. The good point would be that it would break down; the two drawbacks were: One, it would make lots of noise and the alchemists would hear; Two: it might just lead into another cell.
 
Edward puffed his chest out a bit, as if he was trying to make himself taller.

"Yeah, I'm The FullMetal Alchemist! I'm pretty famous, no wonder you've heard about me." He said, ears perking excitedly.

Suddenly, he became very serious, gold eyes flashing.

"We have to get out of here, so we better start planning."
 
(( [Is planning to do something evil...] ))

"Oh, I thought you were taller than that..." Tuxa shrugged and stood up.

Now, how to get out of here... I could possibly... No, I'm not good with alchemy, and my psychic abilities ain't that great either...

(( Poor Tuxa... ))
 
Edward's ear twitched.

"Who're you calling a runty kitten that not even a little girl would want?!" He yowled, ears pressing back to his head. He hissed in Tuxa's direction, then turned around, pouting.

((fail Ed-exaggeration is fail))
 
Name: Marisa
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Mixed with: Ninetales

Appearance:
Marisa has off-white foxlike ears around the top of her head, sticking out of her shoulder-length black hair. Her skin is pale, but not unhealthily so, contrasting with her bright red eyes. Her fangs look much sharper than a normal human's, enough to draw blood with a touch. She has a healthy body mass, and is on the tall side of the spectrum, though not enough to really stand out.

She has nine white, furry fox tails slightly longer than her legs, sticking out from the bottom of her knee-length skirt and flowing behind her. She usually has a tail or two wrapped around a leg, but otherwise they tend to wave in the air, unintentionally graceful, much like her movement.

Personality: played out

History:
Marisa's father was a State Alchemist, and as such had little time fore her, and her mother had been dead since she was young. Her father had the money to have her home-schooled, so she remained in their humble home and didn't often go out to play with others. Instead she turned to reading, taking in all of the books she could, and building up her skill until she was able to read the alchemic texts - which she did, out of curiosity and because there was little else to read. As she did this, however, her father found out that she'd snuck into his private library and became angry with her.

After an argument, she fled the house, though she returned a day later because life on the streets didn't agree with her. She knew he'd be concerned and worried for her, so she was fully prepared to make up with him, but instead of his welcoming arms she saw a meeting between several alchemists at the kitchen table. When she went to listen in on the conversation, she heard something about the chimera project.

In her shock, she must have done something to make them notice her, for then a state alchemist opened the door and knocked her out.

It seemed like she'd only just been struck on the head when she awoke with new, furry additions and wearing the previously unworn clothing her father had gotten her for her last birthday, just a few weeks ago.

Other: beans are not quite sparklypoo enough to be in this signup

We're also going to pretend that amateur literature back then was in the exact same sorry state it is now btw

*braindead*

-

Marisa, sitting in a corner opposite the bars, had mostly ignored everyone else, and in turn had seemingly escaped notice. She had just stared at the wall, mourning her current form and situation, and was unsure about how to deal with the group of strangers behind her. She hardly knew any of them. What she did know was that she had more muscle than she ever had when she was a human, and that she had nine strange tails and what seemed like a fire burning within her. Oddly, sometimes it seemed like she could feel its desire to just burn things speak to her, begging for the chance, but she had yet to give in.

Now, though, she did know how to call on it, while she hadn't known just moments before.

That didn't make up for how she had freaking cat ears and nine fox tails that were, for some reason, white. It was just - of all things she could've been fused with - why this? And why did it have to be fire that she had the ability to wield? She could already determine the rest of her future from just that.

Being able to focus on this helped her ignore the more serious issue, and the circumstances that brought her here.

Having quite finished lamenting her fate by now, Marisa's new ears twitched at the sound of conversation, though she was only half-listening. She recognised the names of a few of the more famous state alchemists, and turned around from staring at the wall to look at everyone's new point of interest.

Edward Elric... she knew of him. And she heard the name Mustang, too, and flicked an ear. Of course. It had to be him. Her ears drooped, and she stared at him with narrowed red eyes.

Did his eyes just flash?

"So," she said slowly, "you're the kid that... General Mustang was so interested in." Her voice was quiet, not abnormal for one who wasn't used to having to make herself heard, but doubtless his cat-ears could hear it. "The... prodigy."
 
(((yay Kusari~!))

Edward looked up from his pout to look at the one who'd spoken to him. He looked her up and down for a minute, eyebrow raised. He hadn't seen her before, but she seemed... Familiar? He couldn't place it though. Whatever.

"You know Mustang? And he told you abut me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
 
(( Hey, you'll get better at it xD ))

Tuxa jumped at the sudden noise, eyes big. The hood fell off, and her ears were revealed. They were pressed back.

"HEY! It's not my fault you're that short!" Tuxa yowled back at the Chimera. She didn't noticed that her hood was off.
 
"Finally." A-01 sighed to himself as he walked towards the bars, too relieved about being freed from the manacles to offer a thanks. He additionally was too focused on getting out now to talk with the others, instead taking a bar in one hand, and lifting his other arm. With a slight twitch his arm seemingly turned into a fingered blade, and he slashed two deft slices, one above and one under the hand he used to hold the bar. The new space created was thin, but easily able to fit the more lean people in the group through.

The thought though that perhaps one might find it a tight squeeze, he sighed and gently set down the bar in his hand and repeated his cuts on a second bar.
 
"Hey," snapped Bakur. "Quit arguing. Someone's got to be short, and it's his job. Live with it. It doesn't matter." He rested his head on his hands.
 
Karae winced, looking at the group with veiled exasperation. "Do any of you have food? Or water? Do you think you'll just be allowed to escape, and then try to steal some? People will recognize you, or that you're not human, and whatever talents you have won't help when there'll be alchemists after you. Living on the street is hard enough without being a - " Her calm voice faltered. "A monster... How do you expect to live? On the run all the time, rejected by everyone." This was a personal issue, but she managed to keep from letting emotion creep into her voice.

"I want to escape. I long for it. I want open air, and freedom, but you know something? I figured out that freedom is a lie, a dream, a long time ago. You might be lucky, you might get out, but what then? Maybe you'll get free, somehow. Some of you know alchemy, and you look strong. I might as well give up and die." Still no quavering - she was proud of that.
 
Marisa quirked up an eyebrow, then pressed her lips together in a tight-lipped smile that was obviously not a happy one. That wasn't quite ... well, most of the military knew that General Mustang had been, and still was, interested in Edward Elric in particular. But, this was too big an opening, and Marisa's mind was already working quickly.

She might as well make everything fit, right? After what she'd become, going any lower would just be natural. And she might as well make it work for her.

"He's my father," she said, just as quietly, but her voice was firm. "He spoke of you quite often."
 
Edward pouted again.

"I'm not short."

Then, his eyes widened as he heard what this girl had to say.

"Your father? But you look like you can't be any older than me, and Mustang's... what, 30? What a cad." He said, making a disgusted face, ears laying back.

He shook his head and turned around, flicking his tail behind him, where it poked out of a hole in is pants. He seemed to be thinking, the fingertips of his left hand pressed to his forehead.
 
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