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The Chimera Project

"How d'you expect ME to know?" Asked Bek dryly,"And I doubt that finding coat is a good enough reason to treaten a guard."
 
Bakur stalked out of the unlocked door, nearly pushing it off the hinges with his Nidoking strength. Guards came, then, and he watched, out of the action, as Ed was shot, and Shea having bullets bounce off her fluffy Jigglypuff-like self. As the group of chimeras walked down the hall, he followed close behind the last one; he would defend the group when more guards came. "The footsteps are getting closer now..." he warned.
 
Murray cautiously stepped into the corridor, resting a mottled hand against the dull gray wall, hoping that the threat had passed. It was mostly silent now except for the group's conversation; something about moving on.

He moved to catch up with the others, and nearly gave off a startled shout when something long and whip-like snagged his leg, pulling him downwards to slam on the concrete floor. his moment of fear passed when he looked down and realized that it was just a long appendage, wrapped innocently around his shin. He placed his palm over his heart as his breathing steadied, allowing him to grasp what had happened.

Just my vine...It just got caught around my leg, that's all...Nothing serious...

Get over It!, part of him declared harshly, Get over it and get up!

Obediently, Ray picked himself up off the ground, curiously holding his vine in his hand, half expecting it to leap up and strike him. He still couldn't believe the events that had led to it sprouting from his back.

Snapping back to the real world, he realized that the rest of the group was far ahead of him. He scurried hastily to catch up, carefully cradling his vine so that it would not trip him up again.
 
Troy followed the others quietly, frozen with fear as suddenly noises like firecrackers rang out. But once they stopped, he silently continued again. As he looked at all the other chimeras with long tails, he whispered to himself, "I wish I had a tail." He walked with his head down. "It's much better than these awkward excuses for arms."
 
Bakur looked back at the chimera who was straggling behind, his head hanging. Bakur walked over and put his Nidoking arm on Troy's shoulder. "What's the matter?" he asked quietly, despite his usually solitary nature. "I know we all wished this never happened, but I know something else's got you down. What is it?"
 
"Well, look at all the other people around. Most of them have tails." He lifted his arms a bit. "And look at me. I can't even touch anything because of this. A tail looks much less inconvenient."
 
Bakur listened to what Troy had to say. "I know that you're uncomfortable, but look at me. I'm over half monster, and you're just about half grime. What do you think it feels like to be fused with something like this?
"Also, your sludge arms, no offence, but they're useful for beating enemies up. And tails are hard work," Bakur continued. "You've got to lug them around all the time, and that's hard. Tails may be an advantage sometimes, but they're hard to control. To tell the truth, I haven't even mastered mine yet." As if in response, Bakur's tail twitched and moved. "It knocks things over all the time, you're lucky.
"And you know, I think we could become good friends."
 
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"Well, let's go," Troy mumbled, still not convinced that his arms were better than a tail. Without being able to grab anything without getting sludge all over it, he always had to ask, and that was embarrasing. Then again, if he had a tail, he might lose control of it and knock something, getting the alchemists' attention.
He pushed the thought out of his mind and said, "We better get going. If the alchemists find us here, they'll surely punish us."
 
((OOC: Wow, I'm sleeping for ten hours, and look at what happened!))

For most of the fighting, Winry just stayed back, letting the other do it. As violent as she was with a wrench, she wasn't much of a fighter. She trailed along near the back of the group, looking around at what was happening up front.
 
Saya just skulked along at the back of the group, waiting for something to happen. Her ears and tail twitched absent mindedly, and a small flame leapt out of her mouth when she breathed.

She....well...wasn't in the best of moods. Especially concerning a certain Flame Alchemist.
Suddenly, she heard the footsteps that one of the others had warned them about. A few shadows crept up on the wall behind.
Saya smiled, her auto-mail fangs gleaming in the half-light. This was the first chance to fight in her new form.
 
((You'd probably know a teeny bit about types and attacks and such. :3))

"Yeah... Red... With..." He blinked, clearing his thoughts "A flannel on the back. Yeah."

Edward slunk down the dully-lit corridor, ears twitching. He could hear footsteps. Close. They had to move fast, he was quite unsure of how well they could fight in their new forms... He had all his skill with a blade and his hand-to-hand skill, maybe even a little more than before, but what else? And what about the others?

"Keep moving and be ready to fight, but if we get a chance, run instead of fight, alright...?" He said, voice wavering just barely.
 
Fang looks over his shoulder at Edward. He sighs, walksing back over to him.

"Edward. You look like you're going to collapse. Either let someone carry you or I will"

He croses his arms and looks down at the boy, all humur no longer in his eyes.
 
"I'm fine, it's just a bullet wound, I've had worse!" He hissed at Fang, holding his steel right arm in front of the man's face.

"I'll live, it's no big. And if it falls off I'll just have Winry make me another auto-mail one."
 
"Winry...you mean the one that has no fingers, thus having no way to replace or build auto-mail? Edward, you may have been through worse, but you are slowing down. You'd be more useful later once we get out AND when you are healed. Until then..."

He walks forward.

"I'll just have to carry you, won't I"
 
"st... Stay away from me!" Edward growled, ears flattening back and tail flicking. He didn't smell right, he didn't want him to go near him at all, let alone carry him.
 
Fang sighs, a low growl in his voice.

"Stop being so stuborn! and will you stop flattening your ear at me like your readt to strike me. It's annoying"
 
((moony, why did you log out of MSN?))

"Get away from me, I don't need help." He growled, turning to walk away from Fang.

His braid bobbed behind him as he walked, as did his tail. He seemed to be better now, although he was still holding his arm.
 
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