[With the onset of wires, Greed tilts his head back. Grinning wild and those pupils of his dilate. Flicking between sharp points and thicker lines; he can feel the foreign objects pressing into his skin and his own core working to get them out. Violent beats of red hissing and crackling in his ear and he chokes out a soft laugh.]
Sorry to disappoint but unlike the rest, I actually come back.
[The tips of his claws flutter as he finds them. Clicking and clacking off the hardened shell of his palm and the Sin arches his head forward. Meeting Kamui face to horrible face. Despite the predicament, that snide grin is still present. With the pull-back of his upper lip, as if daring the other to jump first.] Not really interested in that type of business. Or did you already forget after all this time?
[One eye widens with a wicked look. Feral as he strains against the snaking wires around him. Forcing his body forward even as he hears bones snap and crunch; as skin peels and reforms with trembling electric. Greed closes his lips up, letting his smile grow to a faint line even as a bead of blood slides down his chin.]
But here we are - it's foolish. You can't beat me like this, friend.
[Those jaws open wide and the jagged edges of his teeth are stained red one second, cleaned white the next. With a swallow, a swipe of the tongue.]
[It's all that comes out. A spit-sputter of a noise as blood gurgles up his throat and Greed's eyes roll into the back of his head. The wires do the trick, as expected; turning skin to threads, rendering muscle and bone apart like the unfurling of a well-knit rope. The momentum leaves the body to hit the ground and a wet and ominous thud follows.]
[But the hissing of his current starts not too soon after. Spiraling out in lines that arc and snap against the ceiling. As if combating the electricity already running through the joint and there's a solid clack. Then another.] Oi, oi, oi -
[He doesn't sound amused. Even as he tries to stand, stumbling left and right like a drunkard on the town. His body is mending, but not quickly enough.]
- that's not very nice, friend. [Greed slowly rises from behind the bar. A fiend from the grave and his mending limbs are a mess of exposed tissue. Muscle that intertwines back against itself like the most terrible sort of puzzle.]
[the bits of electricity that slither all over his limbs were interesting, and kamui wonders at their power. he decides to play a game: every time his body moves towards its centre, kamui pushes them apart again with his power.
he points a hand towards him, willing the pieces to slow down and stay apart as the wires move and twist and rend.]
[What comes out of him is a gurgling sort of noise. As if he's surprised that he's actually choking on his own blood. The shock in those ghostly-purple eyes tell a different story: contempt, regret. Mockery and maybe, just maybe a hint of something else. A deadly sin best left unsaid due to its connotation.]
[Wrath.]
[The lights go out and Greed's eyes finally roll back into his skull. Showing white as his limbs are removed. For a while, it seems like the silence will last a lifetime.]
[But from the torn words, the pulse strikes. Jerking wildly as fingers of red cut and coil. A light bulb shatters from above, then another.] You -
[Greed's voice is a spit. Making the blood at his lip bubble and pop. But as he lifts his head, that grin of his is easy to make out. Even with the blood making those too-sharp teeth stain the same color that's lighting him up. Making the shadows on his face stretch and etch his skin. He swallows audibly.]
- ha - ! [The laughter is sickening, his grin even more so. The wires seem to be slowing the process, but the core of his rings true. Jointing bone back together in square-cut shapes that are hardly natural.]
Then - [Greed's expression is wild. Feral in nature and design as his fingers jerk. Mimicking that of a dead rattle.] - what's your point. [Not a question, but a spat-back statement.]
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Sorry to disappoint but unlike the rest, I actually come back.
[The tips of his claws flutter as he finds them. Clicking and clacking off the hardened shell of his palm and the Sin arches his head forward. Meeting Kamui face to horrible face. Despite the predicament, that snide grin is still present. With the pull-back of his upper lip, as if daring the other to jump first.] Not really interested in that type of business. Or did you already forget after all this time?
[One eye widens with a wicked look. Feral as he strains against the snaking wires around him. Forcing his body forward even as he hears bones snap and crunch; as skin peels and reforms with trembling electric. Greed closes his lips up, letting his smile grow to a faint line even as a bead of blood slides down his chin.]
But here we are - it's foolish. You can't beat me like this, friend.
[Those jaws open wide and the jagged edges of his teeth are stained red one second, cleaned white the next. With a swallow, a swipe of the tongue.]
So what do you plan to do now?
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[not rising to the bait. the wires hook; twist; and then go taut, slowly forcing to rend apart his limbs.]
Since you like rebuilding yourself so much, surely this wouldn't be a problem.
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[It's all that comes out. A spit-sputter of a noise as blood gurgles up his throat and Greed's eyes roll into the back of his head. The wires do the trick, as expected; turning skin to threads, rendering muscle and bone apart like the unfurling of a well-knit rope. The momentum leaves the body to hit the ground and a wet and ominous thud follows.]
[But the hissing of his current starts not too soon after. Spiraling out in lines that arc and snap against the ceiling. As if combating the electricity already running through the joint and there's a solid clack. Then another.] Oi, oi, oi -
[He doesn't sound amused. Even as he tries to stand, stumbling left and right like a drunkard on the town. His body is mending, but not quickly enough.]
- that's not very nice, friend. [Greed slowly rises from behind the bar. A fiend from the grave and his mending limbs are a mess of exposed tissue. Muscle that intertwines back against itself like the most terrible sort of puzzle.]
But that really isn't going to work.
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[the bits of electricity that slither all over his limbs were interesting, and kamui wonders at their power. he decides to play a game: every time his body moves towards its centre, kamui pushes them apart again with his power.
he points a hand towards him, willing the pieces to slow down and stay apart as the wires move and twist and rend.]
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[Wrath.]
[The lights go out and Greed's eyes finally roll back into his skull. Showing white as his limbs are removed. For a while, it seems like the silence will last a lifetime.]
[But from the torn words, the pulse strikes. Jerking wildly as fingers of red cut and coil. A light bulb shatters from above, then another.] You -
[Greed's voice is a spit. Making the blood at his lip bubble and pop. But as he lifts his head, that grin of his is easy to make out. Even with the blood making those too-sharp teeth stain the same color that's lighting him up. Making the shadows on his face stretch and etch his skin. He swallows audibly.]
- ha - ! [The laughter is sickening, his grin even more so. The wires seem to be slowing the process, but the core of his rings true. Jointing bone back together in square-cut shapes that are hardly natural.]
Then - [Greed's expression is wild. Feral in nature and design as his fingers jerk. Mimicking that of a dead rattle.] - what's your point. [Not a question, but a spat-back statement.]