searching for something

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issac was walking down the streets of dublith looking for something or someone to help him find what he was looking for. that's when a kind looking old lady stopped him. "pardon me sir. are you lost?"

"yes and no. i wonder. could you tell me where a person named elric lived or lives?"

"oh sure. she lives on the third house down that way" she says pointing down a side street.

"much obliged", saus issac as he starts walking in that direction

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as issac continues towards it he asks everyone he meets about information on the elrics he found out that she lived in an apartment and exactly where she lived. he eventually came to the blue door that marked the entrance to chamilles apartment. He stands there a moment deciding exactly how to handle this. after all, he wanted information on Alexander and if he angered the woman he could forget about it.

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Sloth walked up behind Issac and tapped him on the shoulder. He gave him ample time to turnaround before he spoke up. "So, did you ask yet?" His voice was oddly eager and not very meaningful. He had a nack for being too lazy when it came down to the nitty gritty sometimes.

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"no, i've just gotten here." says issac calmly not even looking back. "i was deciding exactly how to handle the situation but i guess i'll just go by how she acts. you have any suggestions or are you just going to wait out here?" asks issac honestly not knowing waht he was going to get as a reply

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"C;mon my name's sloth...I do SLOTHY STUFF. Of course this mission is all you, I'm just along for the ride." Alister said as he gazed off in to the door. He had several things on his mind but the main was what they were going to do after they get the remains. They could very well TAKE or PERSUADE Alexander to join. But if he were to come on his own accord than things would be most difficult.

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issac chuckles a bit "i shouldve expected that answer" he then turns to the door and knocks lightly on it.

"I'm comin'!" A deep yet feminine voice called out. you can hear the sound of something heavy rolling across the floor. the door opens and a legless woman in a wheelchair sits in front of them. "who the heck are you and what do you want?" she asks

"we're here because we want some information on alexander elric. we have something we need to...... resolve with him. we know he's now a homunculus and the more information on him the better." says issac "i'm issac benton" he then looks over to alister waiting for him to introduce himself

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"I'm, um." He stuttered for a moment. "Alister." he finally said as he darted his eyes left ad right. The woman 's stature was hobo-ish at best, yet this was what Alister thought at any rate.

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chamille glares at alister, she wasn't stupid, he was hiding something, or so she thought. she looks back to issac. "anything in specific tht you want to know?"

judging from her reaction issac decided that he should be straight with her. "we're looking for something from him before the homunculus was formed. this will be a weakness to him so if we are threatened we will be able to defend ourselves."

she thinks for a moment and then she speaks up. "he's buried in a family grave south of town, i'm only helping you because i hate those filthy homunculus." she says with a bitter tone in here voice

issac manages not to show his anger at her comment. he has a couple more questions to ask her and if he gave himself away they obvously would not get anymore answers. he looks over to see how alister responds to the comment

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Alister grinned a little and spoke up. "yea, those wretched things aren't even people. There just the product of us retarded human alchemists treading on god's toes and being thrown in to the sun." His comment was rather harsh but he decided to make his cover as good as he could have it. Thus he was willing to destroy the name of father and mother to get what he wanted. He then placed his hands in his pockets and started to wobble a little bit as he grew tired of this conversation.

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issac was surtprised, that was the most energetic he had seem sloth get in a long while.

chamille looked at him not really knowing what to make of it.

issac decides to ask only when more question. "there are no other alexander's that were in the family were there?"

"no" says chamille obviously getting tired of the conversation too

"alright, that's all i wanted to know.... actually, no, i wanted to show you something." he takes off his glove and puts it in his pocket and then shows the mark that proves he's a homunculus. "thank you for helping us filthy homunculus potentially gather another member." chamilles eyes fill with rage. issac quickly unsheathes his sword and slashes across her neck before she can react further. she wasn't beheaded but it was more than deep enought to be fatal. "i'd say that we're done here." says issac as he starts to walk towards the door as he does he wipes off the blade with his hand and tastes the blood. he sheaths his blade and then puts his glove back on.

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"It really takes you to long to do things. You bore me Wrath. And to top it off you're too violent." Sloth knew what he was doing and how he was acting. The truth was that he had a sudden burst of energy and there was no way that he would e able to just sleep it off. "Ok, lets get the next part over with. Someone has got to take care of The Fuhrer. Not killing just preoccupying so the other one can get to Alexander. And I guess I have to pull some strings and clean this mess up." His voice ws now back to it's old, slow, and tired way as he yawned and stuffed his hands in to his pockets.

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"id think that the next task would be getting remains, no?" asks issac as he slowly exits the building, not caring what sloth thinks of it. outside a short distance down the street he sees two state alchemists. he casually walks up to the closest one. "when you tell alex about his sisters death make sure to tell him that wrath sends his regrets" issac then continues towards the graveyard. he chuckles as the two state alchemists put the pieces together. they both run off for some reason. maybe to tell the local authorities or something.

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"Pft, and here I thought THAT part was a give in. Talk about being close minded, dumb, and- Ah that's why you are Wrath, sorry forgot." His tone was off, almost like it was a little bit ago but it settled after a bit. For an odd reason he actually found joy in toying with Wrath. it wasn't that he hated wrath, as he didn't actually HATE any one but just found amusement out of picking on him.

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issac stays calm, for some reason the only people he can manage not to lose his temper with were the homunculus. "are you that irritated because i killed her?" asks issac not understanding why sloth was trying to get on his nerves. he sees the graveyard up ahead. wrath gets a chill, for some reason he didn;t like graveyards. he liked killing but he didn't like being around dead bodies.

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"Heh, not in the least. I kinda like dead bodies, but hell. I'm to lay to really kill anyone." His voice was toned down and more relaxed like usual. For now his sudden burst of energy was gone. He reverted to his old, slow, and boring self. "Got any stones?" He asked as if he hadn't a care in the world.

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"no, i'm not too fond of carrying them around. especially with what they could potentially do to me in the wrong hands in certain circumstances." says issac sounding a little paranoiod. issac enters the graveyard. issac searches around to find the elrics section. he eventually finds it and starts checking the gravestones for names.

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"Eh, you really ARE a pussy sometimes Wrath." Sloth had some major issues about most things but what he didn't have an issue about was, well....ok he really had no issues. He just followed Wrath."Uh, you know I'm not digging up any remains right?" He asked in half-assed voice.

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"i'd rather be a pussy than a fool." says issac as he finds the right grave. he then turns around and starts walking off in a direction away from the gravestone. he's headed towards another stone that looks like it is made out of a granite like rock. "i wish we'd have brought a shovel." he said quietly to himself. he then touches the stone that he had headed towards with both hands using his abilities to assimilate the stones qualities into his hands and lower arms.

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Sloth stood over the grave, looking at Wrath and finally spoke up. "wouldn't yea want to know if the bones are actually there?You DO know I could check right?" His words coming out are sarcastic and raw with tiredness.

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"you DO realize that time is of the essence right?" asks issac irratatedly, "i figured that you would already be doing that while i did this." issac was getting irritated mostly because of how illogical sloth was being. he was starting to wonder if he was too lazy to think properly.

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"Heh, Some times. Never mind. Anyway I guess I can start." He said as she stood over the grave. In an instant Sloth disappeared and a puddle started to seep in to the ground. It only seconds for it to penetrate the soil and the coffin. 'Heh, they don't make this stuff Water proof do they?' Sloth thought to him self as he looked over the body. The water seeped back through the soil, formed the shape of sloth, and he reconstituted himself. "Nothing but easy digging from here." He said in a more sarcastic tone.

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(i guess i'm wanted elsewhere so ill cut it short)

issac starts digging at a very quick pace. several minutes later he has gotten down to the casket. he opens it and gets chills when he sees the dead body. "i'd absorb a part of his body to make it easier to carry but it would get troublesome after we got him to join.", says wrath. "i did the hard part of digging him up, you get to carry him out." says wrath with a grin, "i've got some business to attend to." as fe finishes sayiung this he jumps over the wall around the cemetery and then leaves.

(wrath has left the topic.)

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"Pft, always in a rush. Stupid, fricking-Ah, alas work must be done." Sloth says as he picks up a bunch of the bones. He carries them out in the open as he heads back to father. not eager to do any sort of work again.

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