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The Chimera Project

Bek slowly trotted behind the group, her hazel gaze flickering to Edward's wound from time to time.
 
Bakur stayed close to Troy. He put his arms behind his head, relaxed. "You know, we'd make a great team. Working together in combat would be easy with our abilities combined, not to mention the great range of combination attacks." Bakur's eyes flicked to Edward's shoulder, and he lost orientation of where he was going. He nearly slammed into the wall, and when he turned to get away from it, his tail crashed into it and caused a slide of hard rock-like material. "Oh, no! Now I've done it!" The footsteps became closer and faster. "I suggest everybody hurries."
 
"Shit..." Edward hissed, darting down the hallway at the sound of feet.

"Come on! we have to get out of-"

He was cut short as he slammed into a person who had appeared in the hallway without anyone noticing. Edward took a wobbly step back and shook his head to collect himself, then looked up.

The person in front of him was a good foot and a half taller than him, and dressed in the Military blues. He had short-ish dark hair and narrow, smirking, black eyes...

"Mustang!"
 
Troy turned around and saw a person in front of Edward. "Mustang?" he asked. "Who's he?"
Suddenly he got an idea, but let go of it. He mumbled, "Darn, I wish I had a tail."
 
Fang looks to the ceiling, wondering how such a small kid can be so stuborn. He jumps a bit when Edward yelled out at someone. He looks over to where Ed was, tilting his head.

Mustang....hmm...heard that name somewhere before...

He walks over to Edward and this 'Mustang' person.

"You one of the ones tring to kill us, or are you going to help us?"

His fist curls and uncurls, ears flat.

"Answer carefully"
 
Bakur quickly following the others, staying close to Troy and hearing a bit of commotion about Mustang. Mustang was apparently someone Edward knew.
Then, Bakur stopped he nudged Troy forward a little. "I'll stay at the back. Tell the group to hurry up."
The nearly half-human planted his feet on the ground, focused on the tunnel in front of him, which was behind everybody else. As humanoid shadows appeared on the walls. Bakur drew back his fully Nidoking arm and prepared to strike anyone who came near.
 
Shea recognized the man almost instanteously. Back in the mansion, about two weeks ago, he had come to visit the master of the house. She closed her eyes. She could almost feel the wood against her cheek, remembering how she pressed herself against the kitchen door to listen to the conversation.

He had been calm, said something about... Shea shook her head, she couldn't remember what was said, just that it was important. The anger to, she remembered as well. As the master of the house spoke with Mustang, he grew increasingly irritated, and ended up burning one of the chairs before storming out of the house.

Opening her eyes again to look to the present, Shea took a step back. She didn't feel safe around this man. Even if Edward said he was the one to help, the violence back at the mansion gave her a deep rooted apprehension. But she dared not speak up, nor run away, she didn't want to be noticed by him. So instead, she lowered her head, avoiding eye contact.
 
Winry heard her name in one of the conversations Ed was having, and walked up from to see what the ruckus was about. Then her eyes laid on Mustang. She suddenly regretted coming forward. He was the Alchemist that had offered Ed to join the military back when he had just lost his leg and arm (and when she masterfully made him new ones). She didn't like him one bit.

"Great, you," she said sarcastically, still walking up to him. "You mind telling me what the heck is going on? Your dog Ed won't give me anything."

((OOC: Hehe, Mustang always gets the attention ^^))
 
"What are you doing here you bastard?!" Edward bellowed at the tall, dark man, who just smiled down at him.

"You look cute with cat parts, Edward." He chuckled, then looked at the rest of the group, suddenly serious.

"I'm here to help you, so follow after me, I know a place you can hide for short time... You'll have to trust me on this, I'm sure most of you don't trust the State after what's happened to you, but... Trust me." He said in a soft, friendly tone, before turning around.

"This way."

Edward growled.

"Bastard."
 
Fang sighs, following the man.

"Laughing, to Serious, to laughing again. My my, you have quite the range of emotions in one scene"
 
Bek shivvered, something about Mustang...sort of seemed...stange...she couldn't put her finger on the word. Sighing, she followed the others.
 
"But..." Shea suddenly spoke up, but then quickly shook her head and silently followed behind the group. She didn't understand why someone from the same military as these scientists, would want to help them.
 
Winry rolled her eyes. It seemed no one would tell he what was going on... she shrugged it off and followed Mustang until she was beside Ed. "Okay, so who the heck is this guy? Some VIP Alchemist commander?" she asked him angrily.
 
Mustang looked back at the group, having heard Shea speak. He sauntered over to her and leaned down a bit, smiling.

"Don't worry kiddo, you'll be ok... Just follow me and Fullmetal, alright?" He said to her softly, before walking back to the front of the group and walking down the dark hall.

Edward grumbled and followed the man, his ears flat to his skull, tail flicking dangerously. He looked like he wanted to punch the tall man, but was holding back. He chewed his lip a bit, golden eyes locked on Mustang's back, like he wanted to have the power to set him on fire with his gaze.

"He's a General." Ed hissed to Winry, still glaring at Mustang.
 
"He sound like more of an a**," Winry whispered under her breath. Without talking again, she slowed her pacing until she was at the back of the group again. Just in case something attacked.
 
Bek trotted slowly behind the group, staring the figure in front, this "Roy Mustang", with narrowed eyes, her purple ears flat against her head, forked tail twitching.
 
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Shea exhaled sharply in discontent as the general turned away from her. General or not, he was treating her like a kid, chiding her and speaking in a soft voice. If only she could do something, not hurt him per say, but just humiliate him like he just humiliated her.
 
Mustang led the group down the hall, and eventually into a large courtyard. It had strange machinery stacked around the walls, and a cluster of glass tubes at the far corner. The glass gleamed in the dull light of the moon, and attracted Edward attention.

He slinked over to them, placing his metal fingers on one of the tubes. The contact was marked by a dull 'clink' of metal on glass.

There was a plaque near the base on the tube, and he knelt down to read it out loud.

"Persian... Male."
 
Troy walked up to Mustang, this person who he had never met before. "So you're an alchemist?" The Muk-chimera asked, even though he was almost sure Mustang was.
 
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