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Wolf nodded."That's one thing I hate about man kind. Always fighting over petty things like land and religion. Someone throwing away human lives simply so they can say they were right. It's a disgusting thing,"he said, looking down at the table.

Lost nodded "But it's something unavoidable. So I say just drink until your numb and save it for another day" Lost said with a smile as she took another swig of her drink. She smiled and Fate and pushed the glass towards her sister "Try some. It won't bite."
Fate looked at the glass nervously and picked it up "Just a little ok?"
"I won't force you to drink any more" Lost said with a reassuring smile. Fate drank a little from the glass, her eyes widened and she pushed it back towards Lost "No more for me." she said quietly. Lost laughed and took her glass back. She watched as Dante walked in and sat down "Sure is busy today. So now down to the real business," Lost went back to the conversation with Wolf and Fate, her smile turning feral and her voice went low and dark "I'll buy you a drink if you have any research on a philosopher's stone that you'd like to share"

Lost glared at Dante as she sat down at the table and ordered a drink and quickly smiled at Wolf again "I agree, war is a really bad tragedy. If only we could live in peace" she quickly covered up with. All traces of the dark, sharp edge in her voice were gone again, if anything she sounded happier, a lot more like Fate. "So Wolf, you still want that drink?"
Fate couldn't help but lean over in her seat a little to get a better look at Dante. She tapped Lost's shoulder like a little girl afraid to point "Hey, maybe she knows something" Fate suggested
Lost looked away from Wolf and at Dante "Well I guess there's' nothing to loose" Lost said as she pulled her butchers knife closer to her "Do you know anything about the philosopher's stone?"

"You show me something that lives in peace." Dante said with a laugh, looking over at the girl. "Insects exist to eat fresh fruit and vegatable ripe from the harvest that we feed to cow, bull, sheep or human. Who get plagues and diseases from mice and the fleas on rodents. Dogs, wolves, foxes, bears get mange or become man eaters and hunt for flesh. Humans revert to the way they should be, creatures who use Alchemy to kill and harm one another."

"Humanity since the dawn of time has killed one another and as you see me here and know my choices in my life surely you would try to kill me. Peace only exists in the eyes of a child, as long as there is people who kill for revenge, sport, nessisity, to protect oneself and justice or fun killing will never end and your peace will never be had. You may think your good homunculi, but all you do is talk."


She said to the girl talking about peace. As the girl with the butcher knives approached her she went quiet, but of course she had finished what she had to say anyways. She still wore her golden falcon talons and claws, they gave off a beautiful opal like shimmer reflecting diffrent collars off it's suface. "The only thing I know is father makes them, I have one but I am collecting more."

"I don't care who's who. I don't even belong to the organization, so really you have no understanding as to how powerful I can be." She muttered, just because she refused to be part of the group didnt mean she was weak. Dante raised her claw and placed it on the counter. "Tell me why you want a philosopher's stone and I might tell you how to make one." She laughed looking at her butcher's knife. Then she looked to the other girl. "I see, so you aren't looking for peace." She lifted her head slightly and leaned back.

Her claws lay on her lap, her reflexes active. She was ready to kill to survive if she had too. Her mind was a blaze with thoughts of ripping this kid apart and unlike Dante who never had to go to the healing area this one might have to or just might not make it if it became an enemy. She started laughing. "Let me guess, it's for peace."


She was laughing at her own joke then she brought out her philosopher's stone. Just enough to add to her current powers and enhance them. She put it back and smiled. "Legends say this city existed above the ground. But a single alchemist drew a symbol in the ground around the entire city then activated it. It took 1,000 souls and drew this city underground. A philosoper's stone was formed when 1,000 souls bonded together."

Wolf nodded slowly, listening intently to the conversation."Sure, I'd love a drink,"he said, looking at Lost. He then looked down, not wanting miss any little detail. This is why he'd risked his life, coming down into a place filled with Homunculi and him the only human. He knew that if he waited long enough he would hear something. He tried to look less like he was thinking, and more like he was starting to sober up.

Major Ezekiel Antwan Mizuka walked into the Devil's Nest Bar. Rumored to hold the lowest of the low, and the discusting Homunculi as well. But he wasn't in much position to think them lower than himself, especially since he was an Ishvallan Alchemist, who had become a Major and a State Alchemist...
He kept his sunglasses on, and as he walked his red outfit flowed slightly behind him. He sat at the bar, ordered a drink and just listened to the gossip and conversations around him. Ezekiel saw another human in the bar, but made no action toward him, nothing to suggest he was an alchemist, or with the military. He just sat, a depressed Ishvallan man....