D-Eye shrugged slightly. "Sorry bud, but I've only just patched after my fight with Carmen here" he said, nodding to Carmen. "Tell ya what, let me rest a while now, then I can go a round if you like?"
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"Sure, sure. I'm not in a rush." Greed answered as he walked behind the counter to see what kinds of drinks there were. As he searched, tracing a finger infront of the various bottles as he read their labels, he idly commented, "You know what this place is missing? A jukebox. Someone should get one in here. A bar and beautiful women is one thing, but you can't have a party without some music."
D-Eye chuckled. "Well they do say that music is good for the soul, so I'd have to agree with you there" he said ot Greed with a small nod. "Anyways, I'mma take a nap....I'll see if I can make a music box whiel i'm at it...later!" he said, then walked back to his room.
Carmen looked toward Greed with a small smirk before stepping back, leaving the glass on the counter. [color=bb0066] "It's been a while since I've been to a ball, so forgive me if I'm rusty... Unless you're talking about a fight. I'm more than ready for that." [/color]
"Ehhh... No. I don't fight women if I can help it. Not that kind of guy." Greed answered Carmen. Taking a sip from his drink, then placing it down on the counter also. He refilled Carmen's glass with chardonnay, then walked out from behind it, extending his right hand towards Carmen. On the top of his hand was a tattoo of a winged serpent, biting the end of its tail. "And I'm not the greatest dancer myself, so no worries. Really wish there was a jukebox now though..."
Carmen chuckled softly as she snapped her fingers and an old-timey grammophone starts playing a soft song [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPOoWVWjzxI], appearing in a buff of black smoke. [color=bb0066] "Not to worry, sir. I'm prepared for something like this. ...Could you tell me about that symbol on your hand?" [/color] She noted the symbol on Greed's hand as she curtsied and took it in her rather dainty left as she waited for him to begin leading.
Greed looked at the grammophone appearing out of nowhere, then back to Carmen, looking at her quizically, then smiling. "No idea how you did that, but it sure is a neat trick." Holding Carmen's hand, Greed straightened out his left arm and began the dance, starting slowly, taking a step forward, to the left, backwards, to the right, and repeating this. "As for the symbol, it's the Ouroboros tattoo. It's proof that I'm a Homonculus."
Carmen followed his steps, a little awkwardly at first before striding along with the man. [color=bb0066] "Oh... Just a little something I can do. Nothing you'll need to worry yourself about. And you're a homonculus? I've heard of them... a product of alchemy, I presume?" [/color]
"You got it. We're--that is, my siblings and I--Are artificial humans. It's widely believed that creating a human from scratch is imposible, but really, nothing's imposible." Greed answered with a minor smirk. Too shake things up a little, Greed he diagonal steps to the pattern and turning around before the pattern repeated, but kept up the same speed.
Carmen followed the switch up in steps almost effortlessly, eventually closing her eyes a bit as the duo swayed around. [color=bb0066] "I can understand that sort of sentiment... Humans still try and believe that demons and angels do not exist... while proof is all around them. But it's interesting to meet... and even dance with an artificial human instead of a real one. I feel much more at ease..." [/color] She opened her eyes again, looking straight toward Greed. He'd notice her eyes were red and her pupils were shaped into the form of a cross, turned upside-down.
Greed chuckled at the ease with which Carmen followed. "Heh... And you call yourself rusty. This is about as advanced as I can go. Never really practiced formal dances." Once Carmen opened her eyes after closing them, he looked at them curiously. "Interesting indeed." Taking off his shades with his free hand, he clipped them behind the collar his tanktop, then went back to looking into Carmen's eyes. "So, do humans piss you off?"
Carmen let out a soft chuckle as she glided along with Greed. [color=bb0066] "Dancing is like riding a bike... You merely need to get back on to get the feel for it again. And yes... for the most part, I loathe humans. Few prove themselves useful to me, and even then, they barely fit my... requirements if you will. I'm sure you feel the same way about them." [/color]
A man found himself in a pitch black, rather distressed by this fact. He was covered from head to toe in a set of ornately designed plate-mail, leaving not a single inch of bare skin visible from the outside. Though his helmet had eyes holes, the depths of his helmet remained pitch black, even once the lights guiding the man to the doorway had come on and illuminated the front of him. Once a voice came seemingly out of nowhere to address him, he followed its instructions, seeing no other alternative, though he held himself with the posture of one not entirely at ease.
The doorway the man stepped through led to what looked like highly fancifully decorated officer's quarters that one might find in a European castle. He listened to the explanation given to him by the same voice from before, informing him as to why he had been brought here. An opportunity to slay those of which have been deemed the greatest warriors in the universe...This seems quite the blessing now...A truer test of merit and strength I could not imagine... The man left his room and wandered around the halls of the arena's back area, looking for a challenger.
The doorway the man stepped through led to what looked like highly fancifully decorated officer's quarters that one might find in a European castle. He listened to the explanation given to him by the same voice from before, informing him as to why he had been brought here. An opportunity to slay those of which have been deemed the greatest warriors in the universe...This seems quite the blessing now...A truer test of merit and strength I could not imagine... The man left his room and wandered around the halls of the arena's back area, looking for a challenger.
A woman found herself in a dark room. As she followed the voices, the lights in the hallway would reveal, short black hair, violet eyes and a dark trenchcoat over a cybernetic set of black armor. The woman said nearly nothing as she found herself in her room and took a small black broadsword off from her back. There was an identical sword still strapped to her back.
It was a simple one, adorned with very little, aside from a small bed and a few books. Not exactly run down either, everything seemed clean, almost to a robotic and sickeningly clean sense, the white of the floor tiles almost blinding against the gray of the walls.
She sighed nostalgically before walking out toward the dark halls and heading toward the arena, following the maps posted around to it.
It was a simple one, adorned with very little, aside from a small bed and a few books. Not exactly run down either, everything seemed clean, almost to a robotic and sickeningly clean sense, the white of the floor tiles almost blinding against the gray of the walls.
She sighed nostalgically before walking out toward the dark halls and heading toward the arena, following the maps posted around to it.
"Hah! You'd fit right in with my siblings. But, nah. Can't say that I hate them. Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly care for 'em either, but I can tolerate them just fine. If they weren't around, that would mean the list with stuff I want would be a whole lot shorter." Greed explained with a joking tone.
Thinking that the best way to find an opponent would be to simply enter the arena and wait for one to appear, the man made his way towards it. Being directed to a secondary door, as there was currently already a fight in one arena still in progress, the man entered said door and waited for an opponent, crossing his arms and letting his odd leather cape settle behind him as he stopped moving.
Carmen chuckled softly. [color=bb0066] "I suppose I could learn a thing or two from you. But don't you want to own everything already? For some reason, I'd think meeting your siblings wouldn't be that bad an experience..." [/color]
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The woman walked out to the secondary area and stopped a few paces away from the man before her in armor. She said nothing again as she bowed toward him and held her black sword a little tighter.
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The woman walked out to the secondary area and stopped a few paces away from the man before her in armor. She said nothing again as she bowed toward him and held her black sword a little tighter.