Life in the Devil's Nest
Disclaimer: Don't own Greed or any of the chimera guys.
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Marta was lounging on the couch, writing in her journal, recording the lives and going-ons with the group.
It was the fourth day since they had busted out of Laboratory 5 with Greed and so far, they were enjoying the good life. True, they hadn't left their bar, the Devil's Nest, at all since they had arrived, but at least they didn't have Hakuro or Gran breathing down their necks, or doctors experimenting on them. Just sweet, sweet, uninterrupted relaxation. Bliss.
The other chimeras were all busy doing their normal routines. Right now, Law and Dorochet were playing a game of pool (they did that often), Kimblee was sipping through his sixth cup of java, Biddo was helping himself to the fridge, and Tucker- well, she really didn't know where Tucker was. That guy spent more time MIA than the others did.
And Greed? Oh, he was upstairs somewhere, with a bottle of booze and probably a woman or two. He did that often. She'd be pissed, but seeing as how she owed him her life, she let it go.
Suddenly, something smacked her in the head, bounced off, and landed in Kimblee's coffee, splattering everywhere- including his face. Stars clouded Marta's vision as she sunk to the floor, dazed. She shook her head and threw a glare over at the pool table. Law pointed to Dorochet, who was smiling and waving.
"H-h-hey, Marta," the dog chimera said shakily, "wha-what's up?"
A clap of the hands brought everyone's attention to Kimblee, who had a 4 ball in his hand.
"This yours?" The Crimson Alchemist asked, throwing the ball to them. Dorochet, like the eager dog he was, stood under it and caught it in his teeth.
BOOM!
The ball exploded in Dorochet's mouth, covering him in ash. Marta and Law sweat dropped. Biddo was howling with laughter.
"Hee hee! Very nicely done, Mad Bomber!" he proclaimed.
"What the hell is going on down here?"
Great. The boss decided to pick now to show up. He took one look around the room, which Marta now noticed was also covered in scorch marks. He put his kick-ass shades on and looked at Kimblee, who was brewing some more coffee.
"Kimblee, you wanna explain this?" Greed asked.
"Not particularly. Why don't you ask Lassie over there?" Kimblee thumbed over to Dorochet, who hadn't bunched an inch since the thing had exploded.
"Dorochet scratched and the ball went flying into Kimblee's coffee," Law explained to the homunculus, "so Kimblee decided to blow the ball up."
"Perfect. Now we've gotta get a new- what number ball was it?"
"4."
"A new 4 ball. Christ, someone remind me never to buy coffee again."
Greed went over to the bar and poured himself a glass of vodka. Draining it, then the entire bottle, each in a single gulp, he set them down, jumped over the couch, and sat down, propping his legs on the table.
Greed was an interesting "person". For someone who's been asleep for 140 years, he was lazy as hell. Honestly, Marta sometimes wondered why that bitch Dante didn't name him "Sloth" instead.
She sighed and went over to the fridge to grab an icepack for her throbbing head. Biddo snickered. The snake chimera ignored the little imp.
"Don't press too hard there, pretty," the gecko shrilled.
That did it. No one called her that.
Next thing anyone knew, Biddo was yelling for someone to get his head out of the wall. Law smirked, grabbed his hammer, and smashed it into the chimera's backside. There was a huge hole in the wall. The gecko chimera's head popped up, stunned, soon turned into hysterical laughter. Greed sighed. Freak.
Marta, ice pack on head, sat back down on her perch, picked up the journal and went back to her recording:
Overall, what we have here is a bar full of loonies. The boss is lounging on the couch; my two comrades are playing pool, one ball short. That state alchemist is going through coffee like a baseball player on steroids, and the lizard is laughing what's left of his head off. I swear, sometimes I think Tucker's the only sane one here, and he doesn't even show himself to anyone. Yet, even with all of this, I'm glad to be here with them than back in that lab alone.
Life is pretty good.
SMACK!
"DAMN IT, DOROCHET!"
Yeah, not that good. Hopefully will get better.
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