Forgotten Secrets Roleplay

Aaah ! Taro fell fowards, startled by his partners voice appearing behind him loosing his grip on the green cover of his book in the process as he landed on all fours Taro was however quick to recover, he stood back up placing his book on the bench and brushing some loose grass from his tuxedo before hastily explainng him; "it's a book " he guiltedly admitted "but I didn't use any of your money like last time. remember the bet money I made boxing that drunk a few days back? I used the last of that." As Taro's heart rate returned to normal he recalled the sad state that drunkard was in, knew that betting was moaraly wrong....but then again drinking was wrong too


Alphonse paced back and forwards a few paces in front of the dumpster thinking of a way to get October to abandon it; "October please just give it a chance, we'll be getting a steady income so i can even afford to send you to school" Alphonse 's voice sounded pleading but he was already making mental preparations to drag his partner out and carry her on his back the whole block away to the hotel


Aaah ! Taro fell fowards, startled by his partners voice appearing behind him loosing his grip on the green cover of his book in the process as he landed on all fours Taro was however quick to recover, he stood back up placing his book on the bench and brushing some loose grass from his tuxedo before hastily explainng him; "it's a book " he guiltedly admitted "but I didn't use any of your money like last time. remember the bet money I made boxing that drunk a few days back? I used the last of that." As Taro's heart rate returned to normal he recalled the sad state that drunkard was in, knew that betting was moaraly wrong....but then again drinking was wrong too
 
Kamaria's short skirt swished lightly back and forth as the barmaid dashed from one end of the bar to the other, serving the many needs of the men and women that seemed to pour in more often than they walked out. Luckily being in the middle of the day, the establishment wasn't too crowded; however, there were definitely enough customers to keep the girl busy. Her arms were almost always laden heavily with the glass mugs and cups, empty or full depending on which way she was going at that moment. If it was her choice, she would much rather wear something more comfortable like jeans or shorts, but when it comes to a bar, the clothing usually accompanies the work.


Normally, she would much rather be spending her precious time outside with the wildlife than cooped up inside room which smelled of tobacco, yet it wasn't like she hated her job either. There was always enough to keep her nimble hands busy and the neverending tall tales told by her favorite regular customer, a harmless little old man, kept her mind intrigued, always wanting to hear more. Sure, she did run into things occasionally such as the crude comments she sometimes got from some of the male customers, who usually had had a little too much whiskey for the night, towards herself. She didn't particularly like violence, despising it at times, though if the customer went so far as to get in her personal space, she was not afraid to deliver a sharp kick and a slap in defense.


Kamaria's pale, icy blue eyes were always scanning the room, passing over nothing. Some even went so far as to say that she must have eyes in the back of her head for the way she never seemed to miss a thing. At that moment, a drunken brute rose to his feet, his coarse laughter ringing throughout the entire bar. Already seeing the direction his arms were headed, the barmaid slid the immense tray from her shoulder onto the counter and rushed towards the scene. Just as she reached the booth, the man's elbow caught the edge of his half full glass of beer and sent it tumbling over the edge of the table. Diving down, her lightning quick fingers grasped the mug's handle, catching it just before it hit the tiled floor, somehow managing to keep it from spilling.


"You might want to be a bit more careful sir," she would say, placing it back onto the table and sliding it towards the middle so as to avoid another mishap. The man merely stared at her, dumbfounded for a moment as she strolled back towards the counter, heaving her tray back onto her shoulder. Helping Lemot tend to the bar for so many years now, she'd gotten quite good at what she did. Her attention turned to her partner as a comment about fighting left his lips, geared towards her. With a gentle sigh, she set her platter down on the table and leaned forward on the counter, facing him. "Lemot, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. I'm really not interested in learning how to make my fist meet another's face," she protested, punching her left palm with her right hand in an awkward motion after she had set the tray down in the sink.


As much as he sometimes annoyed her, Kamaria really did enjoy Lemot's company. Of course, he scared her to death sometimes when he fought in the ring below the drinking establishment, but that was only because she didn't know what she'd do without him. She did feel a bit degraded that he barely ever used her special gift, though at the same time she was greatly relieved by the fact. What else were you to use a bow and arrow than to take the precious life of some other being or animal? Even when he did use her, it was mainly just for target practice, and she was thankful that even though he could control her however he wished, whenever he wished, that he took her own feelings into account as well.


Blowing a small, stray lock of blue hair that had managed to escape her ponytail out of her face, she turned to the rack of clean dishes and began to dry them with her apron. They did, in fact, have a dishwasher but usually when the dishes were finished washing, they were still a little wet. Kamaria couldn't help being a perfectionist, but of course, that's probably what helped Lemot make this bar the fine drinking establishment it was.
 
Any and all little mishaps were something that would get the strange quirked half smile on Lamot's features, not the most sanguine man in existence, a lot cooler and quiet than she knew he could get. It was his way, of course. He didn't disdain using her for target practise, usually when he was in one of his slumps, too injured to participate in the cage fights himself. Down there she had probably seen, if not the fights themselves, the mess he had to clean up. It was one of the few jobs he refused her help with, knowing her distaste for it, and rarely required her down there unless he didn't expect to win.





Of course the fact that they were most cruder down there than in the bar might have something to do with it.





"I'm not asking you to fight in the cage, I am asking you to know enough about fighting that if anything ever does happen to me, I know you'll be safe. Or to back me up more if things get too out of hand."





He would flick the book back into his hands and fill in another word without his usual moments of even stopping to ponder it. The strange little sign of affection to her and her moods on his face, that quirked half smile. Another word filled after the well chewed biro tapped his chin. She knew he was one of a rare breed, not that he was a wielder, that he was a surprisingly intelligent man, who believed as much as using his fists as his head. She had heard him almost turn the air as blue as her hair when he was really annoyed.





"You know, I don't mind if you'd rather wear normal clothes. It must annoy you having men drop things to try and look under your skirt."





As close as they were, she knew it wasn't jealousy that prompted that usual speech either. He was hard to read in that way, she knew he never seemed to date, or seem to show any form of response to any of the people who had, over the years flirted with him. He just ignored them as much as he did anyone else. He'd serve them, move on. He didn't seem the attachment-y type, however he did his best to look after her, in some strange fashion, depending on the day, the time.





"Oh for the love of gods."





He knew that there hadn't been any showtunes on the jukebox either. He would flash her a look as he walked over to the machine, unplugging it from the wall. He would unlock the machine, reaching in and taking out the last two discs, relocking it and walking back behind the bar, his eyes not leaving her.





"If I find out who put those discs in the machine, there will be a reckoning. I do not care who it was. I do have some sense of humor, but this is just pushing it."





The words were spoken without the smirk and he would hand them to her. She would know he was letting her choose to keep them, away from him and the machine, or to dispose of them. He would wink at her with the eye turned from the clientele as he caught a glass that was slid down the bar behind him, filling it with whiskey, an even two fingers before sliding it back. Some of his customers paid, some didn't, and it seemed to change day by day who had credit, who didn't, and he kept a perfect mental tally. Of course that did go against her perfectionist ways, but it always seemed to work out perfectly at the end of the week.





"So, what are your plans for sunrise, we have a couple of friends in here, so I think I'll probably just finish off this book of crosswords. Drinking yourself into a stupor and reading romance novels?"





He would pull a face that could be associated into biting into an overly sour lemon. Distaste, but not disgust. She probably suspected him of bribing certain members of the police, but like a lot of his dealings, she could never exactly prove it. He teased her, a little unmercifully at times, but it was not meant as harm, she usually would get more conversation from him than people trying to get his attention to be served.
 
Tightening her long ponytail, Kamaria would busy herself with rinsing off the stack of dirty mugs and glasses littering the sink though all the while listening to Lemot's proposal. She really did appreciate his kindness towards her and his company, for her timid nature tended to take over when trying to talk with anyone else. However, this talk of fist fighting really didn't appeal to her. Of course she knew he was just trying to look after her, but still.


"Anything happening to you? Oh please, don't you know you're invincible?" Kamaria would taunt in reply, whisking the dry dishes into their respective places upon the back counter.


Lemot knew better than anyone how quiet and reserved she could be, cutting herself off from everyone and everything if she really wanted to, yet he seemed to bring out that playful, quick witted nature in her personality. Truthfully, she hated when he brought up those words, "If anything happened to me..." She was already fearful enough with the strain of every day life, hoping that another pair of Wielder and Weapon would not find them. She couldn't imagine having to fend for herself without her partner. As these anxious thoughts ran through her head, she even paused her work, a sure sign that her brain was working over something.


"I'm sure I could find some diplomatic way of figuring things out without violence," she tried to state in her defense as she quickly resumed her task, though knowing all too well that when a drunken fight broke out in the bar, there was no stopping it with kind words.


A simple, comical smile crossed Kamaria's lips at his mentioning of her attire. "It does and yes, I could, but then you know as well as I that we would probably lose the majority of our male customers," she teased, flipping her hair over one shoulder as she turned her head to look at him.


The last thing that could be found in the barmaid's personality was being self-centered. In fact, she was actually quite self-conscious, always worrying slightly of what others thought of her. Many a time, she had turned heads due to the light blue color of her hair and eyes, but she merely did her best to ignore it.


As Lemot stormed over to the jukebox, Kamaria hid her true feelings of laughter behind an expression of curiosity. "I simply don't know. How in the world did those get in there?" she would reply innocently, tilting her head to the side and clasping her hands together over the counter as he carefully watched her every move. Over the years, she had learned to hide how she was really feeling inside quite perfectly that the vast majority could simply not figure her out. Then there was Lemot, who she felt could read her inside and out. No matter what she did or how she felt, he eventually found out sooner or later.


As the discs were placed into her hands, she began to worry ever so slightly as he seemed not to be joking this time. That is, until she saw that wink and his certain smirk, which then she was able to relax. Dropping the discs into one of her larger apron pockets, she wouldn't speak but just smile sweetly at him once more before turning her attention back to the customers. One at the end of the counter would raise his hand and call out an order to which she would glide to the back, grasp a clean mug, and begin filling it with beer. Returning once more to the counter, she would set the drink down in front of the customer then wipe her hands on her apron.


Lemot's sly inquiry of what she intended to do at sunrise quickly got him a damp dish rag in the face.


"You know I don't drink," she replied, giving him a stern look though her eyes seemed to sparkle slightly with humor, "As to the romance novels, probably not. More than likely if we're that slow, I might go outside for some fresh air if you don't mind."


Bustling around behind the counter, she would continue putting away glasses, maybe picking up an occasional tip from a customer every now and then, though working in a bar where many customers were flat broke, she didn't get many. "What about you? Is finishing that book all you intend to do or are you planning on taking it out on a date as well?" she asked sarcastically, not being able to help the wide grin that spread itself across her lips.


Of course Kamaria knew that Lemot didn't really take an interest in the dating game. She just found it entertaining to tease him so, but it was all innocent fun. Really, the same could be said about herself.
 
Lamot knew it was one of her fears, he wasn't afraid, he knew he wasn't invincible. It didn't mean that he didn't want to provide for the girl. Of course, he neglected to mention the fact that he had come across a couple of weilder and weapons in his time. He had some most interesting scars from those fights. One of them, a particularly nasty khopesh was the reason he limped in the middle of winter. Of course, if he ever said he was invincible, he would surely be struck by lightning, fireballs from the sky, a heart attack. He wouldn't survive the day. It would just be his luck and bad timing.


He protected her in his own ways. The baseball bat under the car was a much better weapon in his hands, as chipped as it were. It also provided a bit of extra cover, when he had been called out, he had taken it and they had assumed. Of course, there was nothing special about it, apart fom the fact it weighed much more than a normal one.


Of course, a couple of ladies of the night would come in for a prework drink, and he would sigh a little, removing the dish rag from his face and flipping it over his shoulder. Kamaria had never been able to get his mixed drinks right. It would probably infuriate her, they were never as good as his. He seemed to have some flair that came from selling his soul. No other explaination was forthcoming from him about it. Of course the fact that he did claim it was from selling his soul made it even more unbelievable.


"Thats fine, just be careful, and take your keys with you. Else I will answer the door wearing nothing but a smile to annoy you and any passersby."


He snorted a bit of laughter back at her comment, a shake of his head. Dating a book, it was an amusing concept, he enjoyed something that let his mind stay sharp and focussed, the gods knew he had taken enough punches to the head in his day. It was a surprise to him he still had more than two functioning brain cells.


"Well, it would entertain me more than anything else that has been on offer to me. Not that I don't appreciate the flirting at times, it just grates on my nerves."


He would mutter and go to the sink, deftly undoing the top couple of buttons on his shirt and rinsing the stale alcohol smell from his face, shaking his head a little. She was both amusing and annoying, it was a remarkable duality, bringing out the talkative person in him he left behind in his past. It was highly overrated, he could barely tolerate most people. And he had some very heavy barriers around him. Regulars had changed, died of old age, accidents, and she still wouldn't have been able to penetrate the deepest core. He kept his past to himself far too much, not embarrassed, just having learned and moved on.


He would look at her with the faintest of smirks.


"I hereby make it your mission to figure out who else has keys to that infernal contraption and keeps changing the discs in it."


A twinkle in his eyes. She didn't even know exactly how old he was. He had reached a point where he could be sprightly and middle aged, a very young looking old timer or a young middle aged man and seemed to stop aging. But then, she knew he had spent long enough behind a bar to read people. She had seen him cut off people who appeared sober, she had seen him stop fights by being at the right place at the right time. It wasn't supernatural ability, it was just experience. If she hadn't seen it evolve over the years together, she might be surprised. Of course, she could also probably count the number of times he had actually left the premises with the mere tactic of removing her shoes and counting all her digits, as far as she was aware. It could be part of what had protected them. His microcosm.
 
Kamaria's light blue eyes would light up as he agreed to her going outside. Truth be told, she hardly got to spend time in her cherished outdoors. The bar was open pretty much 24/7 so she scarcely ever got a break period. Not too far, from the establishment was a quaint little park in which Kamaria spent what little free time she had. She almost always kept track of when to return to the bar, but on the rare occasions she didn't, Lemot always knew where to find her. At the heart of the park, there was a huge oak tree in which Kamaria sat, high up in her special little nook between to thick boughs. Sometimes she would bring a book or simply just enjoy the nature around her, but no matter what, she could almost always be found in her oak tree.


"But of course. When don't I ever take my keys?" she responded lightly, peering over his shoulder as he began whipping up his mixed drinks. On day, she promised herself she would master the art of creating his mixed wonders. It really didn't look that hard! Yet, it was almost impossible. She'd gotten so close sometimes, but she could never get them exactly the same. Something was always missing. Maybe she just didn't have that flair? Whatever it was, it bugged her immensely, just making her all the more determined to get it right.





When she had first began helping Lemot with his bar, she tended to forget her keys. Her thoughts wandered back to a particular time she'd forgotten them and had gotten stuck out in the pouring rain, pounding on the back door. After an hour, he had finally heard her knocking over the noisy rain and came to investigate, finding a very wet, shivering Kamaria on the other side of the door. The tingling bells that signaled the arrival of new customers broke the girl's thoughts, causing her to look just in time to see a group of young women enter, giggling and laughing as always.


"Oh good grief, not them again...," she sighed, very tempted to knock her head against the wall in irritation. There was more than one reason she didn't care for the regulars. First off, they always attempted everything in the book to get Lemot's attention when obviously he wasn't interested. Second, they were quite the snotty type towards the blue-haired barmaid, always dishing out degrading comments about her clothes, face, hair, anything they could think of really.


Kamaria did her best to suck it up and just deal, though, because the regulars were what made the business run. If they didn't keep coming back and doling out all their personal cash, it would be much harder to pay the crippling monthly bills. She shot a nervous glance to Lemot, grabbing the cleaner and a dry rag. He didn't seem to be worried, even though there had already been more than one raid on the building. If the police found just one thing out of place, they could be in serious trouble.


Bracing herself, the blue-haired girl made her way out to a dirty table that a few customers had just left. Picking up a crumpled "IOU" paper, she neatly folded it and slipped it into her apron pocket with all the others. Even in hard times, they always seemed to pull through, but that didn't make Kamaria any less nervous. She really thought Lemot was too laid back about these sorts of things... Keeping the financial tab all in his head? It was preposterous! Shaking her head, she gave the table a few squirts then proceeded to rub it down with the rag.





It wasn't long, just as she'd predicted, before the whispering started. Already, she could hear the faint jeering comments wafting over from where the girls sat at the counter. For the most part, she'd grown used to it, but it still bothered her a little. Why couldn't they just mind their own business? Inhaling through clenched teeth, she finished wiping the table then headed back to the counter. Slipping behind it, Kamaria then made her way to the register, popping open the drawer and placing the IOU paper in along with the many others she had picked up that day.


"You really shouldn't let so many customers by on credit," she huffed, propping her hands up on her hips as she turned to face her partner, "We might as well put a sign out front saying 'Free Drinks!'."
 
Säde smirked playfully as Sayuri jumped to the ground. "You shouldn't fight by yourself Taro, You're much to weak"... She turned away from him and crossed her arms, facing the street. "We're never going to make up the money to move out of this Shit hole if you keep blowing all your money on Useless books." She growled as she rolled her head and cracked her knuckles. What an idiot, Why did He of all people have to be her partner? The gormless thugs She beat the Life out of for a living where more a Challenge then him, yet without him She'd Probably of died a long time ago...."Listen" She sighed, turning back to face him "I have a fight in ten minutes, I want you there encase they try something funny. Alright?" Sayuri moved over to Taro, grabbing the book from the Bench and opening it. "Whats this?"
 
October shook her head frantically, even though she knew Alphonse could not see it. "No!" She shouted in a distressed manner. "No way, no how! Especially school!" The very thought of coming close to those infidels made her queasy. School was nothing more than a warehouse used for useless information being downloaded into the minds of those drones by their evil overlords; and unnecessary drama that would make anyone slap their forehead at such stupidity. No, school was for the pampered and useless.


October would refuse to associate with any of those of whom everything was provided for them. The hardships they endured were nothing more than self-inflicted bull crap, and in October's mind, if they were going to act like immature brainless nuts, they deserved every minute of suffering they unleash upon themselves.


But the weapon was different. She had to fight for her meals and fight for her life. Scavenge for food, shelter, and other things essential for survival, or at least living as comfortably as possible. She provided all of what she had by herself, no one else! Well, perhaps with a bit of help from Alphonse... But no, school was not an option. She would never relate to them, they don't know true suffering.


October's stomach began to groan, signalling her hunger. Grabbing her sling bag with her womanly belongings, she searched for any scraps of money. She found none. Sighing and leaning back against the wall of the inside of the dark dumpster, October hugged her knees. "This hotel might have too much light... You know how much I prefer the dark... Plus, why can't you teach me?"


She slowly stood and lifted the lid of the cryptic home, just enough that her eyes were able to catch a glimpse of her four-eyed partner. "Let's just forget about it and concentrate on finding something to eat. I'm all out of money."


Sitting in a large library room where the computers and electronics were stationed, a young man sat in front of a computer screen, perhaps a little too close. He typed away as he searched through the library's database for any information pertaining Wielders and Weapons, and his growing suspicion of an underground science lab that spawned these creatures. Of course, he was one of them himself. A wielder by the name of Astaroth; a computer wiz and perhaps even a genius at that.


On the computer stand next to the one he was fiddling with, was a laptop that had a loading bar as well as codes and information scrolling on the screen. "Almost done..." He murmured to himself as the smaller computer began hacking inside the government's computer database. He knew they were hiding something, something important. After all, no one was allowed to leave or enter, and no one in history had yet to escape this prison disguised as paradise.


However, just as the laptop finished loading, a blue screen appeared with white wording. A crash error reported, as well as more wordings indicating his hard-drive was being wiped clean. "No! No! no! no!" He repeated constantly as he typed all he could to save his computer, which had all of his information he had collected over the years. "Come on, please don't do this!"


However, it was too late, and the laptop automatically shut down, making Astaroth lean back in is seat and rub his face in frustration. "D*amn... I was so close...!" He murmured.
 
Gypsy was bored to death in this place of books, and dust. She had looked for people worthy of pick pocketing but seriously . . . in this place it seemed most were poor and taken their funds would make even HER feel guilty. She had a bit of a soft spot in that cold heart of hers after all, not that she would ever admit it. She even looked into the tills up front and was disappointed at the limited funds they hold. This place was . . . hell for a thief like her, but she had promise Astaroth some time in a place he picked. Lesson learnt was all she could think of when it came to matters like this from now one.


It was his panic no’s that got her rushing to his side, thinking perhaps another pair had found them and was attacking. Getting a sweat drop when she notices he was speaking to that stupid machine of his. “You need to keep your voice down in this place.” She would remind him before flipping a chair around and sitting in it backwards. She hated that little computer of his; at times he seemed to care about it much more than her. Course he always paid it much more attention. “Why come here of all places anyways? You have your own little piece of trash there.”


She paused glancing to his laptop then to the computer of the library he was also working on. “I swear . . . if you say you came to give it a play date I’ll hit you.” There sat her boring partner, but at least he allowed her, her own thrills off and on. His comments on being so close got her to just give him an emotionless stare. “You know, you sound like a girl disappointed in sex right?”


Ice-cream parlors were the best in Terumi’s eyes. They always had the lights just bright enough to cheer one’s soul. The settings were also always cheerful in a stylish way, if done right. Almost like the 50s were when people could get up and dance to a jukebox without feeling any need of embarrassment. Terumi was difficult, DQ wouldn’t be good enough, it had to be a place like she imagined at least slightly. The cheer and happiness only came at rare times, and when you couldn’t have it you may as well hover around or in places that did.


It probably took hours till she settled on one. A cute little mom and pop’s store with spinning bar seats and booths only. She would drag Dante in if she had too looking over all the flavors having a hard time deciding. She finally managed to narrow it down to three getting a cone with lots of toppings and the three on it. It wouldn’t be cheap but it would have her satisfied for now at the very least. “What are you getting?” She asked to Dante smiling towards him.


If/When he went to order and pay the server couldn’t help smile and comment on the fact of how much he was a good big brother to his little sister. They meant no harm; Terumi did have this cute innocent look to her, although it was usually far from the truth at times. This got the cutest giggle from Terumi, the idea sinking into her head some. Dante would be fun to see as a big brother in ways. She could do so much with that fact alone.


Mind swirling with excitement and ideas she wouldn’t allow him to break her fun that easily. “He’s the best big brother anyone could ask for!” She added in doing her best not to give Dante a chance to counter. At that she would grab and hug his arm, leaning her head against him playing the cute little sister role the best she could manage. “He even spends his hard earned money on me. I feel bad though I can’t pay him back as much.” Such nicely weaved lines she laid out, and by the time they were rung up they probably got a nice discount out of it.
 
Astaroth rubbed his temples when Gypsy became her usual wining when it cam to him and his computers and other such electronics. He shook his head and twirled the office chair to face her. "Listen, while I am trying to hack the government's database, I need to use these computers in the library to gather more info." Turning back around, he began snooping through the library's archives again; at least this computer hadn't crashed.


As he read, he began writing down notes in a small notebook he had. All the information might have been lost on his laptop, but at least he had a back-up on that notebook, and a flash drive with everything on it. He smiled a bit at his own efforts and cleverness. Sure he was frustrated because he wasn't able to hack 'The Man's' database, but his laptop often crashed from their firewalls. Nothing new. All he had to do was restore it all with the information on the flash drive.


Turning to face her once again at her insults. "At least I've had sex to know." He stuck his tongue out at her before resuming to his work. "Don't you have anything else better to do than to constantly rip on a poor defenseless geek? Go find a Twilight book or whatever you chicks are into now."
 
Taro grimaced at the way Sayuri unceremoniously handled the book, to the boy books where works of art ment to be treated with the uppermost amount of respect ; "no don't hold it like that you`ll bend the spine." Taro ​ lowered himself down to Sayuri`s height before moving her left hand directly behind the books spine to prevent it from weakening before telling her; "the book is titled The Day The Earth Stood Still" he spoke with the gentleness of a preschool teacher, .


Returning himself to full height he turned his attention back to his wielder pondering the current situation for a few seconds, he hated watching Säde fight, anyone stupid enough to go up against his partner would most likely be reduced to a mess of blood and broken bones in a matter of minutes , just thinking about such a sight made the boy squeamish. "i`ve got it!" Taro ​ snapped his fingers as if he had a light bulb light up above his head "i`ll come and agree not to run away for a month if you just let me and Sayuri keep the book. deal?" Taro offered his hand for a shakeboth toconfirm the deal and as a peace offering as helooked up at Säde expectantly.


Alphonse made what must have been his billionth sigh today as he pulled out his wallet and thumbed through it quickly ,he had just enough money for them to catch a bite at all but the priciest of establishments, The young man gave in to his partners request "Sure." he said closing and pocketing the black leather holder that contained his share of what was the root of all evil and corruption "But if you want me to teach you more than i already have you`ll just have to say yes to hotel." his words came out in a no-nonsense sort of way, he had known of October`s hatred of school but it never hurt to try and coax her to go every once and a while, Alphonse adjusted his glasses and walked a few steps forwards, closing the distance between him and the dumpster opening it a little so he could see Octobers face before softening his voice and saying "do you have a place in mind?"
 
October squealed in excitement when he agreed to find a bite to eat, however, her excitement was soon shot down when he mentioned having to stay in a hotel. What would teaching her basic math skills, reading, and writing have anything to do with staying in a hotel?


She slumped down a bit, closing the lid and leaning against the dumpster wall once again. However, Alphonse opened the lid to take a look at her, which made her scowl. "Off limits!" But when he asked where she wanted to eat, she stood up quickly, and looked up at him. Gosh, he sure was taller than her, or she was short; either way their height didn't exactly match. "Fine... Won-Ton Buffet?" She asked. It was her favourite place to eat, plus it was very affordable. And October DID enjoy gawking at the hot Asian men who worked there.
 



Astaroth’s words came as random nonsense to Gypsy’s ears. She didn’t know what most the stuff did or how he expected to do it. Getting up she moved leaning over him closely her head directly over his shoulder if he allowed. The stuff on the screen seeming like nothing more than random nonsense or a blur of useless words, how he could always stare at such things was new to her. Didn’t normal boys have more interesting things to do with computers at least?





“Tell me again why you worry yourself with all this boring crap? I don’t think your reasoning has sunk in still. All I hear is blah blah blah big bad guy somewhere blah blah blah.” She smirked pulling back in case he decided to twirl around and glare at him. She would have probably left his side long ago if she didn’t need him because he was her wielder. “Sides if things are as bad as you think wouldn’t it be better to AVOID stuff like that. If you snoop too much it gets dangerous.” She held at her hand like it was a gun, acting like she was aiming and firing it at his heart. “If you know what I mean. Unless you’re doing it because you think we need more excitement. THAT I can agree with, in that case bore yourself to tears as long as it picks up the action later.”





When he spoke of having sex she broke out in laughter for awhile only to pause. “Wait . . . you’re serious? You . . .” more laughter followed as she wondered who would give the time of day let alone share their bed with him. “You don’t mean online like the rest of the little useless nerdlings right? If so you know that so doesn’t count.” Of course he would go about trying to blow her off, whatever chicks were into?





“You expect me to read about some stupid stuff when I could be out there living it instead? See that’s the problem with your type, never out there, always head in there.” She pointed to the screen before glancing to the exit. She honestly thought of leaving, this place was useless to her and there was so much more out there she could do. Shaken her head she knew it was too risky though, and even though they seemed to fight, she wouldn’t want any harm to come to Astaroth. “I guess I could go rob something while I wait, but . . . what would you do without me if you ever were attack. Come now, you know you would be all wishing you kept me around admit it.”


 
Astaroth sighed as she continued to whine. He simply tuned her out a bit, but decided to explain one more time to her why he does this. "It may be dangerous, but I need to find the purpose of this island... And I think you and I... Are only few of many experiments to create a more powerful race of Humans..." He had explained this to her many times, and she would still ask. He would probably end up explaining it to her many more times.


He blushed a bit and turned to her, scowling. "Of course I don't mean online! It was physical! But I'm not going into details with the likes of you." He turned back towards the screens so that the chair's tall back was facing her. He began to tune her out once again, but when she mentioned something about robbing something, he stood, packed up his laptop and deleted the history and caches of the library's computer.


Sighing, he turned to her, a serious expression plastered on his face. "I don't know what I would do if I was attacked without you..."
 



“What does it matter?” Gypsy sighed at his explanation. Only to laugh at how he got so flustered with her words. He was always more fun when he was like that. In a way it was good to see he had spirits and guts, and livelihood of sorts. With him staring at screens all the time it was hard to tell. “Aww, you mean we may never be close like that?” She teased when he said he would never share the details, moving to hug him from behind and press up against him. Sighing once she realized he was going to ignore her she gave up and shrugged moving away from him.





It was his reaction to her words about going outside that surprised her the most though. The answer he gave her cause her body to tingle and red to reach her cheeks. Feeling annoyed that the nerd could do such things with mere words she went rub the bridge of her nose with a finger out of being embarrassed. Sure a lot of them were a repeat of her tease but he said it in such honest haste. “I wasn’t going to go anywhere without you.” She muttered glancing off to the side her hand moving to rub at her arm. Why did he have to get like that seriously? Was this his way to pay her back for all the fun she had at picking on him?





“You didn’t have to admit it THAT way.” She finally found at least some more words to say after a moment. Sighing she glanced to the computers not about to look at him when he had her this flustered. “Go ahead and do what you want . . . I promised you this time. I’m not going to leave you unguarded. Today is yours after all . . . I’ll go to planning or something places to hit tomorrow.” Damn him . . . sure she was bored out her mind but this payback was worse. “Just don’t get all in my way when I’m working my talents or what not, and we are SO hitting the bar tonight after this boring day. Need a good drink and if lucky a bar fight.”


 
Astaroth chuckled a but at her reaction and crossed his arms in victory. He truly meant every word, but he figured he would let her sweat about it for a while. "I'm finished for the day anyway." Walking up to her, he patted her head and walked to the Librarian's desk. After a short and private conversation with her, he paid for his time on the computers before walking out the front doors and on a busy sidewalk.


It sure was a normal day. Crowded sidewalks, jammed roads, and just downright noisy! He sighed annoyed.
 
"Won-Ton again eh?" Alphonse ​ chuckled remembering how sometimes the girl seemed to pay attention to the workers there rather than her own plate, Won-Ton Buffet was hosted next to a bar not far from the hotel so distance wouldn't be a problem


Alphonse found that he simply could not resist teasing his partner about her voyeurism so he put a little effort into making a purposefully bad October impression saying; " Asian guys are sooooooooooo dreamy" as he pulled the lid farther away from the dumpster and offering a hand to his partner intending to help her get out.
 
"Fine" Säde sighed, as she grasped Taro's hand and shook it roughly. "But No more books! We need this money to survive! Now come on, let's go Sayuri." "'The Day The Earth stood Still'" Sayuri mouthed curiously as she moved back to Säde.


Säde led Taro back across the street and back through the derelict brick alleyway and into a small barrel-fire lit enclosure filled with the stench of cheap wiskey and littered with filth. A crowd of dirty rowdy men filled this enclosure, and several of these men trudged out of the flickering darkness and moved up to Säde and her companions.


"You ready girl?" One of the men grunted
 



Gypsy glanced to him a touch surprise when he spoke of being finish. There was a smile crossing her face very grateful for this news, only for him to pat her head. Turning to head after her in protest she would announce. “I’m not a kid you know!” She frowned as he paid wondering if she should have robbed the joint after all only to catch up to him.





The woman LOVED the crowds although she seemed to hate them and to be nothing more than a klutz easily bumped into or shoved around. Soon her inner jacket pockets would be filled to the brim with wallets and she would have to start to try to stash some on him off and on. They didn’t really need the money, she probably kept them more than enough covered, but to her it was all fun and games.





“So . . . was it with a guy?” The little brat would bring back their talk earlier, as if she still couldn’t believe he could get a woman, or perhaps she didn’t want to believe. “So where are we heading now? Today’s still your day after all . . . don’t tell me you have more boring research to do though. Even YOU have to have some fun ideas once and awhile.” She smirked leaning close to whisper into his ears. “We also may want to hit a back alley soon and dump all the extra clutter I managed to get before we get caught with it.”


 
Taro shook his head, these men literally had no idea what they had gotten themselves into; "please dont kill anyone this time"


Taro navigated Sayuri a few paces away from the contact zone, covering the girls eyes while preparing himself to shift into his weapon form at anytime, all it would take was a word from her partner and he`d be dragged into the fray as well.
 
As they walked along, Astaroth skillfully intercepted a few wallets as well as his partner has. They certainly were a grand duo of pick-pockets. He began walking to the local bar, located next to some Chinese resturaunt. When Gypsy asked if it was with another guy, he blushed and paused. "No!" He grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. Figuring he might as well give her something since she was so eager to know, he smirked. "It was with a hot girl. A weapon to be precise, and we sure used her weapon powers for good." He snickered.


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October rolled her eyes at Alphonse' taunting and teasing. "Oh shut up, what would you know?" However she couldn't help but smile and blush just a tad. She took his hand and climbed out, brushing off any dirt or rust from her clothes. "Okay, let's go!"
 



Gyspy allowed him to grab her, a bit wary when he did. “You’re sick you know that!” Figures girls didn’t always really want what they asked for. Of course she had no clue how he could use any weapons’ power too . . . A blush of deep crimson crossed her cheeks and if she could she would slap him at telling her such a thing. At that she turned her back from him annoyed to go into a back alley and start to clear out the wallets. Taken only the cash from them and tossing the plastic and rest in the nearest dumpster.





She dared him to say another word to him . . . her anger seething at the minor things he mentioned alone. He was nothing but a big idiot! Then again she had no clue why such words of his had made her angry . . . they just did. When she finished she would sort the bills then randomly place them on her person. Not even waiting to make sure if he was ready to go or not she headed off to get some food at the restaurant first. She KNEW that night she planned to get good and wasted just due to her anger alone. At least with food first she would feel less plastered in the morning.





Waiting for her order she refused to look at him if he came near her, crossing her arms and pretending he wasn’t even there. And when her food arrived she merely took it to a table near no windows for safety and began to eat. The fool could suffer her silence for all she cared. No, she didn’t care, that was the point, and she just had to put up with him that was it.


 
“They are weak and inconsequential” Satsu would state coldly and truthfully about the humans, and hell at least half the others out there like themselves. So easy to fall prey to weakness, to die by anothers hand, there was no value for such existences. Such invalid excuses of life had no reason for being, playthings aside, if they could last long enough that was. “Unwor-thy?” damned bastard caught her off guard and she let out a breath when she was shoved against the wall, he was forceful and successfully pinned her, and she was bitter at his words.


She wanted to tell him just how unworthy he was. But there he was pressing up against her, rendering her upper torso useless… and when he pulled her hair other thoughts surfaced only for her to push them back and to meet his eyes. He was strong, and the strength she felt was more than physical, which actually threw Satsu off, a rare occurrence to her memory. She would glare into his eyes as if in challenge, only to feel the drip of blood fall upon her lower lip. Her tongue would come out to lick the droplet away, curling up in her mouth as she savored it.


His words taunted her, challenged her, he believed he was too much for her, that she couldn’t even wield him in a fight, that she was unworthy of him. Such arrogance, such certainty, Satsu wanted to wipe it from his face and from his mind. Angered, she would bring her knee up forcibly against his crotch, her legs built for more than just display. In the least he was thrown off guard at that and Satsu found herself able to pull her arm from his grip. Her hand would reach for the inside of her boot and she would bring her trusted dagger to the side of his neck, meeting the skin ever softly an elongated crimson line would appear where steel met flesh. “Perhaps you are the one unworthy of mine.” Her eyes narrowed in challenge, wanting to face him head on
 
"Right." Säde said, grinning widely."I'm ready" The crowd of unwashed men moved back into the dark corners of the enclosure, making room for the fighters. And the three men from before stood in the center, waiting for her.


Säde's grin shrank into a scowl. She didn't trust these men one bit, she figured they'd all jump her at once if she'd even showed any sort of skill. She flared her nostrils and sneered as she walked up to the Thugs. Street fights weren't anything like paid fights, Anything could happen.... She cracked her knuckles and stretched her legs, removing her spiked coat from around her waist and throwing it to Taro. "Come get me."


The men charged her at once, flailing their fists wildly in her direction. She moved deftly to the side, easily dodging their uncoordinated blows. She twisted nimbly on the ball of her foot and pounded her fist into the side of the closest mans rib cage , causing him to reel backwards in pain, clutching his side. Just then one of the other two men had recovered from their own momentum and sent another blow her way. She moved the strike aside with ease, then sent her leg rocketing out straight into the side of the man's knee, forcing it to close and sending him stumbling to the ground.


The third man flashed out of the left and shot an uppercut in Säde's direction. She swept her arm downward to block the man's fist but was to slow, and his fist slammed in to her Solar plexus and knocked her to her back, forcing the wind out of her lungs. She squirmed on the ground gasping for air.
 
Astaroth smiled in victory. He managed to tick her off like she had done to him many times. However, he began to feel the cold shoulder she was unleashing. Hell hath no fury than that of a woman's scorn. Such words were true. He sighed as she quickly counted the money and left to a restaurant. He followed, but silently.


"Listen, if you get drunk tonight, you'll regret it in the morning." He stated, sitting on the opposite direction of her. "What's the big deal anyway? Why's it so important to you?" He groaned and rubbed his temples. "Women are so confusing and infuriating." He murmured that last part.
 
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