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The Chimera Project

((Not agaaaaaiiin!;;)

Ray's eyes snapped open and he darted upwards, gazing around in panic and the darkness that enveloped him, his mind working wildly to discern what had happened. Eventually, his memory caught up to him, and he settled down to the cool floor of the truck as he recalled what had happened; silently following the others onto the truck, huddling in a corner as someone-no, two people-sang about trucks, and then...

Wait.

His eyes had just opened, so that meant...I fell asleep?
Sighing, he heard Troy ask what was going to happen. He opened his mouth to speak. "Well....." What was going, anyway? He didn't really understand... He shouldn't have bothered trying to say anything...Where was the truck taking them? It was moving somewhere.

Looking up, he noticed Bakur boarding the vehicle. Taking a deep breath, Murray asked, "Wh...Where are w-we going?"
 
Bakur turned to Ray. "I don't really know, actually. Fang just told us to get in." He moved to the front of the back of the truck (make sense?) and attempted to look into the driver's space. He failed, being careful not to fall off. He yelled to those still on the ground, "Hey! Fang said we should get on!"
 
"No," Troy corrected, "I heard him say some of us can go on foot if we want." He slumped down, wondering what he could do with a tail right now.
 
Fang starts to drive the truck, steering into into the open doors of the barn. He cuts the engine and hops out of the truck, walking to the barn doors.

"If anyone is still out, haul your ass in here before you're locked out"

He waits at the doors, the sound of another car getting closer.
 
The car that had been heard pulled up to the spot the truck had been parked a moment before, and the driver got out. It was a man, and in the slowly-brightening light of early morning, the bright glow of a cigarette was easily visible. The man was blond, and he was looking around.

"Hey, Boss?" He called, walking from the car and looking around the driveway to the barn.

Edward's ear twitched.

"That voice is familiar..."
 
Fang croutches down, his eyes narrowed. He whispers.

"Edward....do you know this person...?"

how can I tell if he's good...how can I do that...

He closes his eyes, wishing he could somehow tell if this guy is a threat or not. He opens his eyes again and almost yelps in surprise.

what the heck is this?...I can see...a energy thing around him...and it's...shiney...
 
Bek crouched down, her ears twitching her tail lashing from side to side, gem flashing. She was scared, but there was also some other instinct from within her, something that told her not to worry. It was strange. ((Espeon instincts.))
 
((sup. :3 me and moony are gunna be gone for a few days, so... yeah.))

Edward peeked out of the barn, watching the man walk around.

"Yeah... That's Havoc, he works for Mustang... He's harmless."
 
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Somehow, when Ed said harmless, Winry went on alert for danger. She looked out side of the barn after removing herself from the tuck (which creaked in the large mount of weight being taken off). There she saw the blond, smoking a cigarette, walking around. Well, he doesn't look like someone dangerous, or a sexual deviant... she though, walking up to him. "Hi, are you looking for Ed?" she asked him, wincing as she resized again how she must look like.
 
Troy hopped out of the truck and sat on one of the bales of hay in the barn. He would swish his tail if he had one, but unfortunately, he didn't.
 
Bakur exited the vehicle and almost instantly entered the barn. The floor was nearly covered with straw, and there were hay bales stacked against the walls. Troy was sitting on one of the rectangular objects, so Bakur went over to join his friend. "Hey, Troy," he said. "I know you've been wanting a tail for awhile now, and instead of thinking of what you don't have, think of your capabilities with what you were spliced with. What could you do?" Bakur gently stroked Troy's sludge-free arm with his Nidoking hand. "Think about having me as your friend."
 
((Sorry, Metallic Deoxys, both his arms are covered in sludge.))
"Well," Troy looked thoughtful for a moment. "I can poison my enemies. The only thing I can touch with these arms without causing damage is myself... However, I am also resistant to every kind of poison, so I guess that means I can eat any berry I want. But I can only pick it with my hands if I am very careful, since being resistant to every kind of poison means I can swallow my own. Still, I don't want to eat my own poison, it's just that it won't have any effect on me if I do."
 
((It's alright. Remember?-- Nidoking is immune to poison.))

"That's one of the positive points," Bakur told Troy. "Life is a lot better when you're optimistic. That's why pessimistic people are so, well, pessimistic." Bakur put his arms behind his head and looked up at the barn roof. "I'm tired. I'll take a short nap if that's okay with you."
 
Harmless? Edward seems to know this guy, so I'll have to trust him... Tentatively, Ray hopped out of the truck, landing softly on the straw-covered floor. turning around, he noticed Bakur and Troy speaking. I could use some company.

Shrugging, he walked over to the two of them, muttered a greeting, and plopped down and a nearby bale of hay.
 
Troy nodded. "I guess it's okay. But still, why would being able to handle poison be a good ability? I rarely eat anything."
He noticed Ray walk up to them. He had said something, but it was too quiet to hear. Troy just played it safe. "Hi, Ray."
 
"Ack! Oh, um, hi," Ray stuttered, recoiling as if he had been shot at when Troy spoke to him. What so say, what to say... In the end, he wound up falling silent after that, and decided to wait for Troy to say something and reply to that.
 
Bakur turned to look at Ray. "My name is Bakur," he greeted. "I see you've met Troy, my semi-new friend." He held out his most reasonable, Nidoking hand, and waited to see if Ray would shake hands.
 
Bek stayed somewhere near the back of the group, she WANTED to talk to someone, but, if the didn't know someone, that is, she was a bit...shy.
 
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