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"Well if that’s the case,” Kimbley pressed a finger to his chin, “it’s that, or more about the genocide of your race. After all, those are what I believe to be quite intriguing conversational topics.”
He sneers.
“Your choice.”
"How about neither of those and we cut right to the act of my killing you? I'm finished with talking to you about your vulgar ways. You are absolutely disgusting, heretic."
"Well, if you insist.”
Surprisingly, Kimbley’s grin actually could grow wider.
"Would you like to know all about the gorgeous curvature of his spine as I take him from behind? Or the way his hair feels as I curl my fingers around it and yank it until the roots scream? Or even how he willingly admits to being my property as he’s mercilessly lost in the throes of ecstasy?”
It got worse. Scar made a face of utter repulsion at Kimbley, a knot forming in his stomach.
"That is enough. I'd prefer you speak of anything else aside from this."
"You mean Greed?” Kimbley questioned, his smirk never fading as he crossed his arms haughtily over his chest. “Well, I suppose you could say that I’m behind him quite a bit of the time.”
Oh, he just couldn’t resist such a perfect opportunity to lay on some sexual innuendo.
"Thank you for the pleasant imagery. I was so curious about your disgusting antics with that man. Please, tell me more."
"You mean you’re still sore about that?” Kimbley teased condescendingly. “That was, what, seven years ago? I’ve moved on.”
His smirk stretched across his face, eyes glittering cruelly.
"And yet again, name-calling doesn’t become you, scarred man.”
"Yes, good to know you're able to forget such an event. I haven't -- and I never will. And I'll call you what I damn well please. You deserve every verbal blow I intend to throw at you. And more."
He narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Are you still hiding behind that abomination of yours?"
"Here I am, trying to make casual conversation with you, and you start calling me names," the alchemist chastised the scarred man, his condescending tone never dropping. "Is it really so difficult for you to sate my curiosity? Or are you going to mope like you always do?”
"Casual conversation? With the man who killed my brother -- and thousands upon thousands of my people? Are you serious, heretic?" he growled.
Scar, what are your main goals you wish to accomplish, be it for yourself or for your people or anyone really?
"As of right now, the endgame is to create the philosopher’s stone — and put an end to the Amestrian military. This oppression has gone on long enough and I will stop it, no matter the cost.”
This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.
Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.
Reblog with the face your muse makes right before they're about to disobey you.
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"Obviously. No doubt he’d take the traitor’s side the moment he finds out about our plan. And while we’re on that, I can’t lay a finger on the bastard without getting a lecture, so here’s how we’re gonna do this: I be the brains, you be the muscles, got it? If you’re the one dealing the fatal blow, Kimbley ain’t got shit on me.”
"Fine. What do you propose, then? In addition...does my heretic have any allies of his own? Aside from yours."
"You want a fight? And that’s, why you returned here? My, my… I would be flattered, but…”
"But what, abomination?"
She just waves over at him.
"…! Patience? Is that you?"
"It is. I’ve missed you."
"You live up to your name rather well -- being so patient as to wait for me all this time. I've missed you, too. I hope you and you're family are well?"
Slowly hugs Scar from behind.
"…!" Quickly glances behind him. "Kathryn? It’s funny — I knew it was you. You’ve done this so many times that I automatically recognize the behavior. I’ve missed you."
"Getting right down to business, eh? I like it. In that case, I won’t beat around the bush."
Greed set down his bottle, turned his full attention to Scar, and put his fingers to his own chest.
"I don’t do allies. You’re either my subordinate, or my enemy. So if you want to join forces in order to take down that traitor, you’d better be prepared to work under me. Got it?”
"It seems I haven't got a choice, do I? Fine, then. But only if you keep your business with me far away from your own heretic. The moment he discovers I'm working alongside you and becomes a threat as a result of it, we're done."
Don't mind me I'm just gonna follow all the Fallout: New Vegas RP blogs I find. ilu.
Also good night I am very tired and incoherent at this point, heh. thank you for rping with me!
"Tsk tsk, you wound me,” Kimbley feigned offense, then quickly turned back into his usual smug self. “But tell me, have you been continuing your crusade to slaughter all of the State Alchemists? Or have you ceased and made a personal nest with all the other desert rats?”
"...You shut your mouth about my people, heretic. I owe you nothing -- least of all an explanation for how long I've been gone."
