[The cobblestone street was a maze of hazy fog and flickering lamp-light. The last-ditch efforts of mankind trying to drive the darkness away, but it was a futile effort, and when Greed slithered to her side, he moved just like it. Smooth to caress a wall, extending his arm to her peripheral as he showed his hand the door. With a shove, it opened, bringing in everything wicked that came knocking.]
[Which was him and her - her and him. Two matched in bad-business and the Sin rolled out the point of his boot. Made it cut through the thick settlement. And he jerked his head over his shoulder, if distracted by a ghost or two, before shrugging.] Was worth a shot, anyway.
[Really, he didn't care the guy's name - Marcus, Johnathan, whatever - it was just a target, in the end. Like the rest left in his wake. Some names taken, others tossed aside.]
[It was just business.]
[Greed moved down an alleyway. One that twisted behind building after building, growing narrower as they passed. It was here that people spat and hid - darting when they saw him coming. Instincts on high and he could give them some credit:]
[At least they knew when something wasn't quite right.]
[It was bad company all around. The Queen with her claws and the man who harbored demons. Or was a demon. The stories had changed so many times, Greed had lost count in the last hundred years or so. Rumors turned to tales, tales to legends, and legends to bedtime whispers to keep children far away from the streets at night.]
[He pocketed his hands as his strolled, casual demeanor holding his shoulders, his spine. He walked with a practiced sort of motion, as if he had taken the route a million times before, the quip of smile glowing whenever they crossed a shallow window. When flame shivered and he swallowed it. Lapped it and licked it across the sharps of his teeth.]
Did you set him up already, or is this going to be a surprise visit? [Greed said with mild amusement. Though it was a hushed hiss to keep secrets between; to keep matters private as he nudged the jagged opening with a click of his elbow.]
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[Which was him and her - her and him. Two matched in bad-business and the Sin rolled out the point of his boot. Made it cut through the thick settlement. And he jerked his head over his shoulder, if distracted by a ghost or two, before shrugging.] Was worth a shot, anyway.
[Really, he didn't care the guy's name - Marcus, Johnathan, whatever - it was just a target, in the end. Like the rest left in his wake. Some names taken, others tossed aside.]
[It was just business.]
[Greed moved down an alleyway. One that twisted behind building after building, growing narrower as they passed. It was here that people spat and hid - darting when they saw him coming. Instincts on high and he could give them some credit:]
[At least they knew when something wasn't quite right.]
[It was bad company all around. The Queen with her claws and the man who harbored demons. Or was a demon. The stories had changed so many times, Greed had lost count in the last hundred years or so. Rumors turned to tales, tales to legends, and legends to bedtime whispers to keep children far away from the streets at night.]
[He pocketed his hands as his strolled, casual demeanor holding his shoulders, his spine. He walked with a practiced sort of motion, as if he had taken the route a million times before, the quip of smile glowing whenever they crossed a shallow window. When flame shivered and he swallowed it. Lapped it and licked it across the sharps of his teeth.]
Did you set him up already, or is this going to be a surprise visit? [Greed said with mild amusement. Though it was a hushed hiss to keep secrets between; to keep matters private as he nudged the jagged opening with a click of his elbow.]
Guess it doesn't matter either way.