The Beginning [Open]

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Sun glasses were a clever disguise, though over used. But hey, they worked. The red eyes of the Ishbalian female could not be seen, though Revy knew they would notice her rather either way. As long as she tried to steer clear of the military, she could get her work done a lot faster. "Why did I come here again?" she grumbled to herself. "Because you have business, idiot," she replied to her own question.

Yes, dear Revy was somewhat insane. Not just because of the joy of the massacres she had committed, but because that's how she was. Why she was that way was somewhat a mystery. Her life had been somewhat normal. Many had gone through the same or worse. But what did it matter? With guns at her sides, she strolled through the city in her never-ending daze. Her body lightly swayed as she walked in a lazy manner. Her lackeys were supposed to be the ones here, not her. She had a life of luxury to live. But living behind huge walls of marble became boring after a while. She needed blood. Any kind really. It wouldn't matter to her. If she were to see a rat cross the street she would be satisfied with biting it's head off. She'd be even happier if she had to fight off some kind of disease from the filthy creature.

Hn.

This city wasn't half bad. Many of her people had spoken about it. They told good stories about it before the military intervened and attacked them. "What a gorgeous fountain," she spoke aloud, her mind being distracted from it's previous thoughts. A bird made its way toward the clean water. "Filthy vermin," she spat at the creature. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, and quickly lighted it. The calming nicotine soothed her for a mere moment. But only a moment. Her temper snapped at the animal that chirped and splashed about. Her red eyes slowly glanced around to make sure no one was in site. A small smirk crossed her lips, cigarette hanging out as she clapped her hands together and sent a small shock to the water. The bird fell over dead to the ground.

"Stupid creature." She once more walked away, exploring the sites before dealing with her nightly businesses.

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Tas was anxious. To say he was dying to get out of the house would have been an understatment...it was a lot worse than that. Plus the thing's his 'masters' had him do were unreasonable. Atleast out here he wasn't mocked because of the eternal darkness they placed him in. Just because his eye's were red and his skin was dark. So he bled for it...and still did.

As he walked anouther line his hand gingerly touched the bandage that covered his wounded eye's. He hated them all, everyone of the filthy slave drivers. One day they all were going to burn. Suddenly almost as suddenly as he started the new line he bumped into someone. So he quickly changed path. Even in the land of darkness you could have a little fun.

Tas laughed as he heard the angry mans voice. But then silently moved along.

Tas lost track of himself. His place at where he was walking. Though he never actually had a grip of were he walked. But in a literal sence the world was taken from under him. He fell face first into the fountain. Tas groaned as he tried to turn around but bumped his head on the top. "Yea this would only happen to me," he said as he found a way to pull himself out. He casulally walked backward but ran into someone and almost triped again.

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Other than the vile bird that had upset her, Revy was having an oddly pleasant day. This city was a lot better than the ones she had been in before. Why had she never seen this place again? Oh, right, the military. She didn't dislike them, she just knew her stance with them. All Ishbalians were looked at as dirt, at least what she had seen anyway. "But I don't get sunburns! I laugh at how your ugly skin burns," she laughed aloud with a sneer. She raised her gloved hands to tie her blackish purple hair back. Half lidded, uncaring concealed eyes once more looked around, trying to figure out where the hell she was going. "Joys for being lost once more, Revy," she mumbled to herself. "This is why we look at maps."

She could hear someone try to make their way through the streets. She didn't know drunks were allowed in the city. Well, if so, this was her kind of place. Her head turned around to see what all the commotion was, her cigarette hanging out limply as she saw some blind guy.. or maybe the wraps were some kind of new fashion. With a light shrug of her shoulders she turned back around, pondering to herself once more.

Within only a few minutes of turning her back she heard someone splash into the water that she had just electrocuted. She began to snort as she laughed, beginning to turn around to see what, or who had fallen in. As soon as she heard a voice her body collided with another, knocking her cigarette into the fountain. Her eyes narrowed, her hand quickly snatching the glasses off her face to look at the culprit. "That was a perfectly good smoke!" she yelled out. Immediately after she had screamed at the person she actually took the time to look at him. Not one to pity anyone, she felt a bit of meanness come. "Get a walking stick or guide dog or something, would ya? You might end up running in front of a train and getting your guts splattered everywhere," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, her sunglasses held by her right index and thumb.

Looking even closer, he looked like a race familiar.. "Ishbalian are you? I thought they weren't allowed in the city." Her words were more gentle now knowing that she knew of someone who could assist her in some way. Maybe the rumors the old hag had told her weren't true. Maybe she just didn't pay enough attention to things. Al well.