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Open The Chimera Project II

“…Yes, you’re right.” Edward mumbled, looking up at Evan.

He gently returned the dragon’s head to the floor and stood up. He examined the fallen creature, as is assessing the best way to lift her. She might be heavy, but from what he’d felt by holding her head in his lap, she was light as a feather. He kneeled before her, and slid his arms under her body, careful to avoid her wings.

She was light, very much so. It was like holding a small child in his arms, albeit a bit more fuzzy and awkward shaped. He started to carry her to the truck, laying the creature gently in the truck bed. He gave the limp body a sad look, and curled up next to her.

I thank you, goddess, for giving your life for us. I do not know what I could do to repay your sacrifice…
 
(Bleh, the inevitable introspective and sappy post. :P)

Karae willingly curled up - her tiny wings finally furling at the sides of her head again -, but though she felt utterly exhausted, her own worries kept her from going to sleep immediately. She was - who was she? An orphan, a beggar, an experiment... Nothing important, certainly. Yet she had taken part of an insane attempt to escape. And something - there was something that seemed to be reaching out to her. The sight of the dragon-creature, the goddess, has seemed to spark it.

She was, somehow, a part of this motley group. She was entwined with something far larger than what it appeared. A web, pulling them closer... And she wanted to be pulled in, to be given chances to discard her flaws and become truly perfect. She would reach the sun one day, would soar and leave earthbound regrets behind. Karae closed her eyes, slipping into hazy dreams of flying towards some sort of net. And somewhere within, another, sealed part of her awoke to feel the joy of freedom again.
 
A-01 yawned, still not fully aware of the situation. That thing, whatever it was that had spoken into his mind, was now dead. Suddenly he wished he hadn't lashed back at it when it spoke to him, it had been a horrible thing to do. Even though he knew for a fact it wasn't that backlash that killed the creature, it still didn't ease the incessant what ifs that littered his thoughts.
 
After releasing another chimera, Tuxa jumped onto the back of the truck.

"So, now we're going to where Roy Mustang is, right?" She wasn't sure of this guy. She had heard of him, and that he was pretty good in his job, but could they trust him?
 
“We’ll find him, and I’ll make him help us if I have to beat his face in.” Edward mumbled, still snuggled up to the fallen dragon’s side. He didn’t open his eyes, but remained motionless beyond speaking.

Footsteps sounded from down another hallway that led to the cargo bay the group was in – there were people coming down the hall towards them, and fast.
 
"Let's hurry now," Bakur said. His face was stern. He stomped to the front of the back of the truck. "Start it up," he said, as if commanding, but not in a mean tone.
 
Although the sound of footsteps initially doubled Marisa's heart rate and made her want to run, and the flames burned higher, sensing a potential threat, she asked the ever-important question:

What did fiction teach me?

And she was calm again.

If there were footsteps - well, yeah, it was either an enemy or an unexpected ally (or group of them), and it was probably the former (unless they were all in a really bad spot, but she didn't think they were). But if it was a group of enemies, either they'd catch up or they'd show up later at the most inopportune moment. That couldn't happen if they were all dead. And if they were allies, why make it difficult for them to catch up?

Her main concern was to prevent this group from being surrounded by enemies when they found their way blocked by something, and the forgotten group of military guys caught up to them and things were made even more difficult.

And since there were footsteps, something was going to happen whether they wanted it to or not. Might as well resign themselves to fate; things would happen as they would no matter what they did, and struggling against it would make their lives worse.

"No, we should intercept them here," she said, looking out the back of the truck warily. The flames would spring to her throat with just a thought, and it was difficult to not think of--

No, not now!
 
Rose awoke to the sound of talking and footsteps. She stretched and said, "Just drive away. Unless they're alchemists, it's likely we'll be able to outrun them." She sighed. "I'm still tired. Wake me if anything happens."
 
The footsteps grew closer, and eventually, a tiny red pinpoint of light was visible from the otherwise-dark hallway. Edward looked up and squinted at it. What was that…? It looked like…a cigarette? That was odd. Was one of the guards smoking…?

While Edward was pondering this, whatever was attached to the before-mentioned cigarette came darting out of the hall and an all-out run. It stopped around the cage in the middle of the room.

It turned out to be a tall, stocky man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He had short-cropped blond-and-brown hair. But… The rest of him was also covered with a short, brown-blond layer of fur. He had a long tail as well, and two pointed ears. He was wearing the top of a blue state military uniform, but not a shirt under it, or pants. He tapped a hind-paw impatiently.
There was a small group behind him, still hidden in shadows.

“Are you the other group? We have to get out of here, into the truck, now!” The fuzzy man yelled, tail flicking.

Edward’s eyes widened. He knew who this man was, even if he was covered in fur.
 
Name: Mortimer
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Absol

Appearance: Mortimer has white hair that falls down on the left side of his face and on the other side, melds into a mane that goes around his neck, looking sort of like a beard. He also has a black blade sticking out of the right side of his face, curved like a scythe. The rest of his face is otherwise normal-looking for a human - brown eyes, tanned skin - except that he has no visible ears.

He is of average height, weight, and fitness level, and would probably be the type of stranger nobody notices had he been human. All of the visible hair on his arms and legs is white. Below the knee his legs are covered in fur, and he has three clawed toes, plus one claw at the back of each foot.

History: Mortimer's parents owned a store, so Mortimer and his older brother were pretty well-off as a child. Other than a slightly ominous name, though, he was hardly special. He did okay in school, and had a group of friends, and was set to start properly working in his parents' store next year.

But everything went wrong when it turned out that many of his friends were selling illegal drugs, and he was suspected... and some of said drugs were found in his possession, probably left in his bags and locker and room by his friends. He was taken to jail, though he would be let out earlier than the rest of his friends... but then, one day, a group of uniformed men walked through the jail, occasionally pointing at certain prisoners. One of the military officers glanced at Mortimer and pointed at him, and then... well, he doesn't remember what happened, but he was somehow knocked out and turned into a chimera. He found himself in a large cell with a few other strangers, and realising something was wrong, decided to escape with them rather than just waiting out his time.

-

"Yeah, we can leave once they get in the truck." Marisa crossed her arms, glancing at Edward (he recognised the man that had appeared, but wasn't screaming to kill him, so she could safely assume they were allies). The flames seemed to lose interest, maybe slightly disappointed, and died down to their normal, comforting glow as she glanced over the group. She could only see the guy that had spoken, but that just meant he was the only one significant at this particular moment.

The man's alarm meant that okay, maybe they really should leave now, even if that probably meant there were enemies coming and there were the same potential problems that she'd thought of before.

Then she thought that since Edward knew the guy, maybe she should too.

As she looked him over more carefully, a look of realisation came over her face. "Oh..."

Then one of the people - probably more chimera, since this one was - came out from the shadows. His eyes were half-closed and his face looked mostly slack. A blade stuck out the side of his face, and it was covered in blood, as was half of his face and, for some reason, his hands. He was either ridiculously relaxed or in shock or something, and had obviously just come from fighting.

And he had white hair, but he looked around Marisa's age.

...great.
 
The near-silence of the room around the truck was quickly being penetrated by the steady roar of numerous feet stampeding towards some destination, which, judging from the way the sound was steadily getting louder and louder, was in their direction. That was probably not a good thing. Of course, it wasn't like Evan had any doubts about his ability to fend off any threats to his group, but it was then that he became aware of the shell-spear he was still holding. That, in turn, reminded him that Karae was currently out of commission; it looked like her worries of being a liability weren't entirely false, or at least for the moment they were.

His fears were put to rest (somewhat) when he caught eye of who the newcomers were. The one who had stepped forward wore a military uniform (or at least the shirt of one), but somehow Evan could tell that he wasn't another guard. Maybe it was because of the coat of golden-brown fur covering the rest of the man's body, not to mention the tail swishing behind him and pointy ears sticking out from his hair. Strangely enough, he seemed somehow familiar; they might have met when Evan came to Central, before all this madness began.

Edward seemed to have been dumbstruck by the appearance of these new chimeras, possibly because he too recognized them for being who they used to be. Judging from the man's impatient tapping of his foot and the urgent tone in his yells, Evan realized that the real deal couldn't be too far behind. They had to get out of here, now.
 
Rose stayed awake, despite her efforts to rest. She hopped out of the truck, asking, "What's taking so long?" She saw a new man in the room. A stranger. Luckily, she was calm, and merely stood still, examining him. At least he didn't look bad, and who knew; maybe he would be a good ally.
 
Bakur glanced back at the man. Who was this guy? He stepped forward and glared at him, yet still a distance away.

"Make one wrong move and I'll rip your self off," he mumbled.
 
Fang sticks his head out of the truck window, his gaze falling on the tall furry thing with a Cig. He'd usually say something about "Smoking kills" but now wasn't the time.

"If you are getting on the truck, then get on it already! They're gettijng closer!"

His ears twitch as he waits, panic setting in as he watches the "lights" of the guards coming for them get closer.

No need to be scared...but it would be wise to move soon.

Fang growls under his breath.

"Yeah, figured that much out"
 
A-01 sat up and looked at the new comer. He hadn't particularly understood what the man had said, only that he had done so in a commanding voice. Now that the man was closer, A-01 traced him with his eyes. The blue coat he wore, it was familiar to him, bringing up memories of some of the happier times he had as a ward of the state. Instinctively, a small smile reached the youth's face, for the first time a sense of calm settled upon his heart. It was short lived though, as he soon recalled his situation.
 
"Hurry up, let's go!" The blond man yelled, rushing towards the truck. "The guards should be here soon, we sort of made a lot of noise!"

He lept into the back on the truck, skidding along the floor and nearly crashing into the back wall. It was then that he noticed Edward staring at him, and gave a little shocked jump. He leaned down and stared, dumbfounded, into Ed's face.

"...Boss?"

Edward stared right back.

"...Havoc?"

((short post, drrr))
 
Fang starts up the truck and tears away from the loading lot once he was sure everyone was on the truck. He looks at the reveiw mirror in time to see the other guards pile out of a door and readying their guns to shoot at the speeding Truck. Fang curses under his breath and presses on the gas hard.

"Hold on everyone!"

Hmm...you have the driving skills of...well, me with my boat

"Shut up! I'm driving!"
 
Rose hopped on, and felt the truck lurch. She let out an alarmed scream. "AAAH!"
...Before she realized that they were driving, not shot. She slapped herself with her tail in frustration. She couldn't believe the stupidity of what she had just done.
 
Bakur ignored the lurch in the truck and sat down.

"So... how long do we have until we reach this Mustang?"
 
Mortimer jumped onto the truck, followed by the four others. He panted and leaned against the truck wall, sliding down into a sit. He was still in shock, and was barely aware of what was around him. Marisa stared at him incredulously, then blinked at Havoc, and then examined the newcomers.

One of them had massive ears and two tails with three-fingered hand-like things on the end of them. He ran one of his normal hands through his purple hair, sighing.

Another had what looked like a weird hat, dog-like ears, and a tail that ended in a... paintbrush? It was dripping green, too, all over the hand she was using to hold up said tail. She sat down, staring out the back of the truck as the guards got into position to shoot.

A fourth (including the weird white-haired bloody guy) had blue skin, fins on her head, and a long, whale-like tail sticking down from her dress. If not for her legs, she'd look like a mermaid. Marisa was glad to see that she wasn't the only one with that problem.

The last one to get on the truck, mainly because he'd waited for everyone else, had legs that stretched when he ran. His feet had claws, too. She realised that he had no neck - his head was just on his body without something in between - and grimaced. His legs and arms were paler than the rest of his body, strangely, and he was completely bald.

Then the guns started blazing, and bullets were striking the floor and one even managed to hit a wall in the truck. Marisa crouched down and curled into a ball, trying to make herself small as possible. She could try to breathe fire at them, but she didn't want to get shot when she didn't have to, though the flames were starting to burn higher.

The hand-tail boy, wearing a creepy grin, suddenly pointed his tail-hands out the back of the truck. The entire hand glowed, then started shooting out little points of light that didn't really strike all that often, if at all, from what Marisa could see. The mermaid girl, meanwhile, took in a deep breath and exhaled a large cloud of fog that the truck quickly left behind.

Marisa stared. They were braver (and thus stupider) than her; that was for sure. Learning their names would probably increase their chances of survival, though, and they seemed useful enough.

"Who are you?"

(( People can control anyone but Mortimer, for whom I have evilplanz. ))
 
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