Incarceration (Kiriyama)

[Angel]

OOC: For those who didn't know, this is the second of two RP's. You'll need to read this one first.

BIC:

Tonight, for one night only! The Diamond Alchemist!
Marvel at the spectacular sights, as he performs miracles, turning Lead into Gold, Stone into Diamond, and Water into Wine!

The performance will last from Sundown to Sunrise in the Town Square, so be quick to arrive before the best places are taken!

Wrinkling his nose at the flier, Kric let it slip from his hand and back onto the wooden floor of the stage.

I sound like a glorified actor on that thing… the alchemist though, rolling his eyes as the mental image of screaming fans appeared in his mind. He was no stage turkey, and he wouldn’t have been roped into such a ridiculous act if not for his old mentor. Heon, who had originally signed up for this show, had had to back out at the last moment, due to a conflict within his small circle of friends. He’d contacted the Diamond Alchemist, and using his recent aid of fitting him with a new arm, dragged him into covering the show.

“Sir, sir!”

A small, scrawny man jogged up from behind Kric, holding out several sheets of paper and a glass of water.

“People have started to arrive, sir, and they’re wanting autographs,” the man squeaked, his presence obviously emasculated by the stronger, taller being he was addressing.

“And I see you brought me my water, as I asked for it over an hour ago,” Kric laughed, thinking that he was starting to sound more and more like the actor that the flier had portrayed. He removed the glass from the mans hand and walking away.

“But, sir, the fans! They want autographs!”

“Then give them autographs. Whoever said that they knew what mine looked like?”

[Kiriyama]

Towns sucked. People sucked. Fliers sucked. None of that mattered to Lament, however. After her usual ritual of watching the public executions (Envisioning the ones being beheaded via guillotine as having the appearance of Kric, as always), she stopped at a bar and bought a pint of beer.

The first few times she’d come to the bar, men had tried flirting with her. After several broken bones, by both descriptions no less, the bar patrons learned to avoid her. The bartender was the only one she paid any mind to, and he was the only one allowed to pay mind to her. Any other wandering eyes would be promptly torn out and shoved up less than favorable places.

On this particular day she was mulling over a flier she’d found, wondering if Deceit was playing tricks on her eyes.

Tonight, for one night only! The Diamond Alchemist!
Marvel at the spectacular sights, as he performs miracles, turning Lead into Gold, Stone into Diamond, and Water into Wine!

The performance will last from Sundown to Sunrise in the Town Square, so be quick to arrive before the best places are taken!

“Is he really here?” she thought. To doubt his presence would be foolhardy, however. It wasn’t like some random alchemist had killed him and stolen his title. A shiver coursed up her spine. Kric, Diamond Alchemist, transmutation… Those kinds of words brought back terrible images.

“Sundown to sunrise?” she thought aloud. It was already dark outside. Perhaps the show had already started? That’s just what she needed, an audience to watch her castrate, disembowel, and behead her creator (In that order, of course).

Audience or not, it was a once in a lifetime chance. He’d be there, she’d be there… Romantic, in a psychopathic bloodbath kind of way. She paid for her drink and left the bar, knowing full well the direction she’d have to go to get to the town square. After all, that was where the executions were held.

“I feel bad for the people who have to clean that place up,” she said aloud, too ecstatic to keep her thoughts to herself. “It was bloody earlier today, and it’s going to be bloody by tomorrow morning.”

She was so cheerful walking to the square that she almost skipped the whole way. Upon reaching the crowd surrounding the platform in the center of the square, she even avoided her usual habit of elbowing people out of her way. Instead, she slipped between people and made her way to the front of the crowd.

[Angel]

A large jug of water sat on a stand in the middle of the stage. Kric, who was barely paying any attention to the task at hand, stuck both metal hands into the jug. The crowd looked at this, and then at the circle scratched into the surface of the wooden floor that began to glow an azure blue. A blood like ribbon of liquid seemingly dropped from the alchemists fingers, and then suddenly exploded, turning the water into wine. Unfortunately, due to his carelessness, the glass jug exploded as well, coating him in a sticky layer of liquid and several shards of glass. The crowd roared in laughter, obviously thinking it was part of the show, while Kric grimaced and removed a piece of glass from his shoulder blade.

Think of the money…just, think of the money and this’ll all be worth it…

The alchemist repeated the thought over and over, determined to get paid for this claptrap of a show.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes folks, just need to prepare for the final transmutation of the show!” he shouted, a fake smile covering his boredom. He stalked offstage, several people passing him by, some with mops, others carrying a large chunk of stone for the next transmute. The finisher, stone into diamond, would be his final and probably most spectacular feat. He intended to create masterpiece that would root itself to the ground, and hopefully replace the town square as the execution block. A shiver went down his spine as he thought of it. This town still had the gruesome death penalty. Sure, death by firing squad was bad, but at least it was quick and relatively painless after the first second.

“Sir, the stage is ready for the finale.”

OOC: I live! xP

[Kiriyama]

A thin man walked onto the stage, his sticklike frame enveloped in a burgundy suit that seemed two sizes too big. He reached into a gold embroidered jacket pocket and plucked a fat cigar out. The man lifted it to his mouth, paused, and put it back into his pocket.

“Poor bastard’s got no light,” Lament heard somebody behind her say. She felt like rushing the stage and ripping this twig boy apart. He wasn’t the reason she was here! The man took to the center of the stage and cleared his throat to silence the crowd.

“First of all,” he began, his voice dry and sounding older than he looked, “I’d like to thank you all for coming. This show was a raging success, and I hope you all go home satisfied. There is one final feat the alchemist is to perform, and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”

The crowd cheered and clapped. In the frenzy Lament felt something touch her butt. She shrugged it off and continued to glare at the thin man. If he wasn’t replaced by Kric in two minutes there’d be trouble. Thankfully, the man turned and walked off stage to go check on the Diamond Alchemist.

Lament felt something touch her butt again and waved her arm behind her. She couldn’t let anything distract her when he was so close. As soon as her arm returned to her side she felt whatever it was grab her butt. That, she couldn’t ignore. She spun around and found herself glaring at a bearded drunk.

“Heys,” the man said, revealing all six of his yellowed teeth to the disgusted homunculus. “I saws you leave the pub, and wanted te know if ya would like te go back a ma housh, and then we could do somethin’. How musch do you cosht?”

“Excuse me?” Lament replied, scowling at the man and grinding her teeth. She would’ve killed him right there, but that would have caused a panic. It would be harder to find and kill Kric if there were a bunch of people screaming and running every which way.

“Ah. You can’t do anysthing without you’s pimp,” the man bemoaned, his bloodshot eyes drifting down to her breasts. “Tha’s a pity. You’ve got a cutie face. Nice boobies too. Your ass is a bit tense though.”

He reached around and gave her butt a quick pat. That was her breaking point. She clenched her fist, took a step back, reared her arm back…

“Dave!” A dark-haired man slipped between Lament and the drunk. He grabbed the drunk and started to pull him away. “What were you thinking? She’s too modestly dressed to be a hooker!”

She heard the drunk mumble a few apologies to his friend as he was dragged away, and turned back to the stage. Her fist was still clenched tightly, and she could feel her palm starting to get wet with her own blood. He better show up soon.