His fingers wrap around a drawer to the dresser, pulling it wide open with the spindle-snap of cobwebs. The brass-silver handle knocks back when he drops it and the tips of his fingers are coated. Dusty with the remains.
Greed brushes them across his thigh before snatching a bottle inside. "But it looks like things have changed a bit."
The glass he removes is old. Older than any of the others smashed below. With a rope wrap cinching the neck piece and Greed lowers his head. His teeth find the thick cork bottled at the top and he yanks his neck to pop it open. Before spitting the remnants into a palm just waiting at his side. "I should be with the rest of them. But then again - "
He doesn't need to say it: she already knows.
There's no such thing as no such thing. And his existence here just proved the fact.
"Yet you're here. You're not dead. That's the important part. So you do the best you can with what you've got." She wrinkles her nose at the bottle, pointing at it with a bit of distaste. "Instead of drinking your life away. That stuff isn't good for you, you know."
She walks over to the bed and pokes it, making a face at the dust that comes off of it. "Greed, I can't sleep on this! Seriously, this is disgusting."
He suddenly jerks forward. Snapping from the hip to topple over on himself as a laugh takes hold. When he barks, the noise practically bounces against the walls. Making the old wood shiver and Greed throws himself back. Howling and the liquor in hand sloshes and spins with his jerk-still movement.
"Ha -! That isn't really how it works - it's not like this could do much to me." For emphasis, the Sin rattles his wrist back and forth. "I told you before: I'm built tougher than most."
But when Kaede protests again, Greed closes an eye. As if he's slightly put-off by her voice of protest. But he coils finger after finger around his liquor, edging one foot forward. "It isn't that bad," he trails back to the bed, setting down the bottle on a nearby nightstand. On closer inspection, it's obvious that the linens have collected some dust over his lengthy absence. Greed snatches the end of a sheet, tearing it out from the slip of the bed.
"Tsk - you know out of everything, I figured that'd be the least of your complaints. Fine - " He tosses it aside, letting the fabric slip from his fingers into a pile on the floor. "But it's not like I have a lot left here."
"...I guess not." She doesn't like the idea of sleeping on this creepy old bed. But if she had nothing else, she would manage. Her arms wrap around herself, a breath letting out. "I guess that's what we've got. I guess the idea of a hotel is too much?"
But maybe Greed is in trouble in this place, still. She isn't sure but something isn't quite right. What it is that isn't right, she isn't sure or how to deal with that itch. Maybe she could find something out in the morning.
Greed trails his fingers down the abandoned bottle; touching when it curves and bends. With his back to her, his shoulders rise and those red lines knotting his back move with him. Stretching when his blades fan out, retracting when he settles again. Usually, it's easier.
When they've got nothing left to lose, that is.
But Kaede has plenty to lose: her life, her family. The situation is cruel and Greed makes a small groan of protest. "C'mon," he says as he tosses his head to the side. With bottle in tow, Greed settles down on the bed and his foot notches into the wood frame still holding at the edge. "-a hotel really isn't going to work."
And while the gesture is a silent one, sometimes silence speaks more volumes. "I told you, didn't I? I don't let anyone take what's mine." The homunculus leans his back into the worn mattress; it feels familiar under his back, even if the smell isn't exactly the same. "And I always take care of my own, Kaede."
Kaede raises an eyebrow at Greed and feels the need to point out, "I'm not yours. We're just-" Now those brows come together as she thinks about it, trying to come up with the right word, before a smirk comes to her lips.
"We're partners." Right. She can live with that idea. Still, as he unfolds himself onto the bed, right now she wants to poke her nose into the rest of this place and see if she can manage to find something that isn't so unnerving. Considering how long it looks abandoned, she isn't sure that's possible.
Ug, it's going to be a long night. "If we're staying here, can we clean it in the morning?"
Greed opens one of his eyes a bit lazily. He's got his arm shoved behind his head for a make-shift pillow and his fingers sprawl out. Holding the bottle of liquor with haphazard abandon.
"Partners, huh." The last one who had called him a partner was a little older. Not by much and still a kid in any sort of comparison. But she and him did share a lot: wanting, needing. Defiant but true to their own set of moral codes. Greed's lower lip purses out a bit and he locks his ankles together.
Finally, and not without an elongated sigh, he says: "Sure. But there are some paces you're not allowed to go to." With an index out, he points to the floorboards. "There's an exit leading down. It's off limits until I say otherwise."
"Don't give me that look." Kaede shakes her finger at Greed. Really, she has no fear of him. Fear of stupid things he does, like jumping off of a moving train, but none of him. No, not when she can match him and he's done not only nothing to hurt her, but has tried to protect her.
But of course, if you tell a child 'no', they're going to get curious. Her expression changes to match. "Why? What's down there?"
Greed places the end of the bottle to his lips, but pauses when she chides him. A close of his eyes has his brows falling, his lip churning upward. She's right - she can take it from him whenever she wants.
Then again, he also isn't the type for violence. Especially against a woman.
But when she presses more, the homunculus goes in for the kill. Swallowing down the liquor until half the bottle is drained. A breath of a sigh escapes him soon after. Noxious and toxic just like the booze he's pounding.
"Just do me the favor. It isn't something for someone like you."
It's like telling Adam and Eve don't touch that tree- you know it'll happen. Kaede shifts a little, already silently making plans to do exactly the opposite of what he's telling her. After all, if he's going to drag her to the dump, she wants to know about it.
"Can we go out in the morning? I need to find the others and like, know where we even are. My power isn't that obvious, and I don't even know who I'm supposed to be worried about! Some dudes in blue uniforms. Janitors wear blue uniforms."
Greed pauses. With his lower lip pursed out and the bottle hangs just in front of his face. He gives a slight roll of his eyes, setting the butt-end of the glass to his chest. "Yeah, we can. Right now just isn't the best time."
When she continues, he leans over to put the bottle on the nightstand. There's more people outside. Lingering conversations that catch his ear before he folds both arms behind his head. "State Alchemists," the homunculus says and his eyes wander to the ceiling. The crooked wood has held up pretty well, all things considered.
"-though they probably won't care too much about you."
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I realize I don't know if you play Greed from Brotherhood or the 2003 FMA.
"What's an alchemist?" Now he has her interest off the unknown below them, and she ends up sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning a little on his legs. She's familiar with him, enough, that she lost the fear of touching him like she does with some others. Better, she understands the power that will come from him and the fact she can control it is a form of power.
There is also the inherit being of his nature that is leeching into her personality. That's why she wants more. greedy.
When she crawls on his legs, Greed slowly brings his arm away from his head. Alchemists aren't really a threat, but her ability would be something that would pique a wandering eye. Especially since she's feeding off of him like a leech - it isn't a normal thing and it certainly doesn't fall under Central's book of guided techniques.
Still, maybe things had changed. Maybe they hadn't. It would take more than a few hours to figure it all out. "Military," Greed says, his voice more hushed now. The dark outside turns his skin a little whiter. As the moon sends a soft glow into the room. It looks haunting this way, but somehow it's comfortable. "-they practice the laws of alchemy. Remember what I told you?"
The homunculus gives two small taps to his temple. "Equivalent exchange - can't make something without giving something up. That's their law anyway." A glint of his teeth in the dark could give the crescent a run for its money. "But I've been gone a while. I'm not sure what's happening now that the world hasn't ended."
"...world hasn't ended?" Kaede questions, making herself comfortable on him, stretching out a little as she leans her head back against the wall. Her eyes close, a little bit of exhaustion crawling across her. "What do you mean by that?"
She still really isn't sure what an alchemist is, but military is something she can understand. "What does it mean to practice alchemy? And doesn't a law mean people break it all the time?" Villains do that.
And what are you, in this world? Are you a hero? A villain like you claim?
Greed didn't bother looking at her. Kids were always trouble - kids always asked too much. Why, how, when: she doesn't need to know and he isn't interesting in telling. A story already dead and gone; Greed's not even sure how it all ended.
"Not that kind of law," the Sin chides back. His smile purses as he slowly bounces a heel off the opposing ankle. There's a low beat coming from down the street - another bar probably. With his already six-feet-under, Greed's not too surprised someone else picked up his usual clientele. "-physical law. You can't gain anything without sacrificing something else first."
Even him and his fall in the category. Gaining life at the sacrifice of thousands - the idea isn't lost on him. Never had been. "Does it really matter?" Greed slides his gaze to her finally. She's a bit closer than he expected, but it shouldn't be a surprise. Alone and lost and he's the only thing tethering her back to a life she knows.
A sigh escapes him. Sounding off like someone who's slightly annoyed. "You going to ask me questions all night, or are you actually going to sleep at some point?"
Kaede just fixes Greed with a glare for that last bit. She looks around, then actually just shoves his leg over a little and hogs part of the bed, curling herself up a bit like a dog. Really, it isn't very comfortable, and this whole situation is the same, but at least she knows most of what she's dealing with when it comes to Greed, and on top of that, she actually trusts him to protect her.
After all, she is 'his'. Maybe he is hers, in his own way.
"You're a jerk," she mutters, making sure even if her head is a bit buried in her arms that it's loud enough for him to hear it.
When she shoves him, the homunculus budges. He throws the offending leg over the other and makes a sort of 'tsk' when she continues to silently protest. Kids aren't his forte - never were. But they're honest. Her discomfort is easy to read and Greed merely tilts his head back just a bit. "You know, that's not very nice."
It isn't remotely what she's looking for. He knows that even if he doesn't entirely get it. His hand spreads and one arm loosens from the niche behind his skull. A moment later and he's got all five fingers on top of her head.
"Wouldn't be the first time someone's called me that," Greed whispers. His voice is rough, but solid. "-at least you're finally starting to get it." That he wasn't normal, nor was he the hero she's been looking for. But as his fingers spread and those rough pads slide through her hair, he figures it's enough.
Kaede doesn't feel the need to say anything to that, just closing her eyes and letting him touch her hair. It feels a little strange, but at the same time, it feels like the same thing her father does on rare occasion. So she can slowly fall asleep, curled up into a little ball there at Greed's side, as close to safe as she's going to get right now.
Her dreams are far from easy, and her fingers end up clenching the material of his pants through the night, hanging on tightly.
The question is, what will happen come morning? The lights in the bar hadn't gone unnoticed.
It's only when the clutching has stopped does Greed actually leave her. With a slip and slide, tossing himself to the other side of the bed to let her enjoy the well-needed sleep. Unlike him, she'll need the rest; to catch up before the day brings more news to the table.
He knows the 'Nest. All of its quirks, its secrets. The groaning of pipes that haven't been used, the flickering of lights begging for someone to take a look at. It's all a relic of what used to be - who he used to be. Staring back at him, mocking with all of its old promises.
Greed grimaces again and he's thankful he doesn't have the extra company.
He makes sure the entrance is barred and that the rest of the building is clear before heading to his destination. Out of every cranny and crooked corner, it's the last out of the set that he's been doing his best to avoid. Deep down below, where the bar ended and the basement opened up. An exit that had been meant to use when everything else had gone south. An escape, though even that hadn't worked to his liking.
Greed's crouched at an open hatch. The water below isn't running as quickly as it used to. It barely moves, collecting in some places and sloshing in others when something stray flitters across the surface. He narrows his eyes into the dark before lifting himself back up straight.
It would be an hour, maybe two, before Kaede would start from her sleep, a nightmare about her father shouting for her as the world collapses as she reaches out towards him. She jerks up hard, gasping as she clutches around her, staring about in the darkness. It takes time for her eyes to adjust to the faint moonlight coming in as she breathes hard, trying to get the feeling of raw fear out of her veins.
That's when she notices she's alone. "...Greed?" She calls out, but he's clearly not in the room. Her ... partner (no, not guardian, not protector) seems to have vanished while she slept. So slowly she gets herself out of the ancient bed, feeling hyper aware in the silence of the night and the abandoned bar. When she steps into the hall, she's more cautious when she calls out his name again, barely a whisper. Where is he?
After getting her pack, refusing to leave it behind, she slowly follows her way back until it leaves her standing in the main bar, unsure of what to do. Should she leave and try to find someone, or should she sit and wait for him?
His sunglasses are on a table nearby. Flickering back the waning flame of a candle. It's been burning for a while now. The blackening rim is proof of its negligence and the fire bounces on the surface of a mounting pool of wax. The morning is still young, but most have retired by now. The ill in-between of dusk and dawn makes the light through the windows bleed bleary purple.
For a while, it's only Kaede. Kaede and the groans coming from beneath the bar. The pipes rattle back, the windows whisper. Ghosts: the whole place stinks of them.
The silence is interrupted by the sound of a steady walk. Clunk goes one heel, clack goes another. From somewhere else and Greed's suddenly coiled up in a door frame. Sans his vest, his sunglasses. His head is dipped low as his elbow nudges into a cornered crook. "Oi, oi, oi - " The Sin starts, his voice brought down a notch or two. "-weren't you supposed be sleeping? Jeez."
He feigns annoyance and forces a smile. The smell on him sticks; of dirty water, of mold and dirt. Greed runs a hand through the spikes of his hair and shakes them for good measure. "Eh, guess it can't be helped." His arm falls away and he slips from the door. But not before shutting it with the back of his heel.
This leaves Kaede a complete nervous wreck by the time Greed returns. In fact, when he comes up, she'll be nothing but a shadow in the corner, tucked up hard against the wall, completely covered in black - his power. She almost spits out her words in pure fear and anger when he comes back in. "You- You total JERK! You were gone when I woke up! What is wrong with you?! You left me all along and where were you?!"
Oh yeah, she mad. She can't see herself, can't see the crimson eyes or white teeth. She's more delicate than him, but there is little doubt she had been ready to protect herself if it didn't turn out to be him.
Her voice comes out with that same metallic-ting he's used to. It surprises him at first, so he stays at the edge of the firmly-closed door for a beat. Her protest is clear, her loud yelping more so. The Sin's face falls a bit, frown furrowing lines to the corners of his mouth.
"Oi, oi, oi - " Greed drones out as he shuffles across the space between. The cuffs of his boots knock hollow against the floorboards, making dust shiver up from an early grave. "-keep it down, would ya? You don't really want anyone coming in here and seeing you like that." From his hip, he extends an index out to her. Throwing it up and down to try to grab her attention. It's strange like this; seeing his face, his ability, crawling and forming on somebody else.
Finally, he reaches where she's planted against the wall and Greed splays his thighs open. When he sinks in, it's with a hand on her head, the tips of his own claws springing out when 'Shield meets 'Shield. He runs the smooth side of them across her skull, urging a spark. "Though it's not like anyone could really hurt you this way."
He bends forward, turning his skull into her space like a scavenger at a kill. "Calm down."
"You left me all alone in a strange place where I have no idea where I am or who anyone is and you're telling me to calm down!?" Somehow, she does manage to drop her voice into a dramatic whisper, but it still ends in a bit of a shriek all over again. The feeling of his claws isn't the best one, grating against her, but it doesn't even really occur to her that she shouldn't feel it like that at all, that the Shield's come up over her whole body in her anger.
Anger always tends to lead down a path of 'losing control of one's powers' for her, as the point is proven right here.
"Where were you?!" Scowling so very unhappily at him. Maybe it would have a scarier effect with crimson eyes and visible teeth if it wasn't the power's owner looking back at it.
His claws ease away. Washing from the round of her skull as Greed flattens his elbows across his thighs. He's silent when she yells and screams; it isn't the kind of anger that comes out of spite. It's fear - he can practically smell it, taste it. That coppery tinge that quickly turns static.
"You done?" For a moment, his whole face seems to drop and a calm stillness takes his eyes. His expression isn't annoyed, it isn't even upset. Just blank for a moment or two before he turns his head over his shoulder.
"No use hiding it, I guess," Greed's voice comes out like a haunted whisper. "-but there were some things I had to take care of. Not really stuff kids like you should be seeing."
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His fingers wrap around a drawer to the dresser, pulling it wide open with the spindle-snap of cobwebs. The brass-silver handle knocks back when he drops it and the tips of his fingers are coated. Dusty with the remains.
Greed brushes them across his thigh before snatching a bottle inside. "But it looks like things have changed a bit."
The glass he removes is old. Older than any of the others smashed below. With a rope wrap cinching the neck piece and Greed lowers his head. His teeth find the thick cork bottled at the top and he yanks his neck to pop it open. Before spitting the remnants into a palm just waiting at his side. "I should be with the rest of them. But then again - "
He doesn't need to say it: she already knows.
There's no such thing as no such thing. And his existence here just proved the fact.
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She walks over to the bed and pokes it, making a face at the dust that comes off of it. "Greed, I can't sleep on this! Seriously, this is disgusting."
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"Ha -! That isn't really how it works - it's not like this could do much to me." For emphasis, the Sin rattles his wrist back and forth. "I told you before: I'm built tougher than most."
But when Kaede protests again, Greed closes an eye. As if he's slightly put-off by her voice of protest. But he coils finger after finger around his liquor, edging one foot forward. "It isn't that bad," he trails back to the bed, setting down the bottle on a nearby nightstand. On closer inspection, it's obvious that the linens have collected some dust over his lengthy absence. Greed snatches the end of a sheet, tearing it out from the slip of the bed.
"Tsk - you know out of everything, I figured that'd be the least of your complaints. Fine - " He tosses it aside, letting the fabric slip from his fingers into a pile on the floor. "But it's not like I have a lot left here."
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But maybe Greed is in trouble in this place, still. She isn't sure but something isn't quite right. What it is that isn't right, she isn't sure or how to deal with that itch. Maybe she could find something out in the morning.
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When they've got nothing left to lose, that is.
But Kaede has plenty to lose: her life, her family. The situation is cruel and Greed makes a small groan of protest. "C'mon," he says as he tosses his head to the side. With bottle in tow, Greed settles down on the bed and his foot notches into the wood frame still holding at the edge. "-a hotel really isn't going to work."
And while the gesture is a silent one, sometimes silence speaks more volumes. "I told you, didn't I? I don't let anyone take what's mine." The homunculus leans his back into the worn mattress; it feels familiar under his back, even if the smell isn't exactly the same. "And I always take care of my own, Kaede."
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"We're partners." Right. She can live with that idea. Still, as he unfolds himself onto the bed, right now she wants to poke her nose into the rest of this place and see if she can manage to find something that isn't so unnerving. Considering how long it looks abandoned, she isn't sure that's possible.
Ug, it's going to be a long night. "If we're staying here, can we clean it in the morning?"
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"Partners, huh." The last one who had called him a partner was a little older. Not by much and still a kid in any sort of comparison. But she and him did share a lot: wanting, needing. Defiant but true to their own set of moral codes. Greed's lower lip purses out a bit and he locks his ankles together.
Finally, and not without an elongated sigh, he says: "Sure. But there are some paces you're not allowed to go to." With an index out, he points to the floorboards. "There's an exit leading down. It's off limits until I say otherwise."
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"Don't give me that look." Kaede shakes her finger at Greed. Really, she has no fear of him. Fear of stupid things he does, like jumping off of a moving train, but none of him. No, not when she can match him and he's done not only nothing to hurt her, but has tried to protect her.
But of course, if you tell a child 'no', they're going to get curious. Her expression changes to match. "Why? What's down there?"
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Then again, he also isn't the type for violence. Especially against a woman.
But when she presses more, the homunculus goes in for the kill. Swallowing down the liquor until half the bottle is drained. A breath of a sigh escapes him soon after. Noxious and toxic just like the booze he's pounding.
"Just do me the favor. It isn't something for someone like you."
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"Can we go out in the morning? I need to find the others and like, know where we even are. My power isn't that obvious, and I don't even know who I'm supposed to be worried about! Some dudes in blue uniforms. Janitors wear blue uniforms."
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Greed pauses. With his lower lip pursed out and the bottle hangs just in front of his face. He gives a slight roll of his eyes, setting the butt-end of the glass to his chest. "Yeah, we can. Right now just isn't the best time."
When she continues, he leans over to put the bottle on the nightstand. There's more people outside. Lingering conversations that catch his ear before he folds both arms behind his head. "State Alchemists," the homunculus says and his eyes wander to the ceiling. The crooked wood has held up pretty well, all things considered.
"-though they probably won't care too much about you."
I realize I don't know if you play Greed from Brotherhood or the 2003 FMA.
There is also the inherit being of his nature that is leeching into her personality. That's why she wants more. greedy.
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Still, maybe things had changed. Maybe they hadn't. It would take more than a few hours to figure it all out. "Military," Greed says, his voice more hushed now. The dark outside turns his skin a little whiter. As the moon sends a soft glow into the room. It looks haunting this way, but somehow it's comfortable. "-they practice the laws of alchemy. Remember what I told you?"
The homunculus gives two small taps to his temple. "Equivalent exchange - can't make something without giving something up. That's their law anyway." A glint of his teeth in the dark could give the crescent a run for its money. "But I've been gone a while. I'm not sure what's happening now that the world hasn't ended."
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She still really isn't sure what an alchemist is, but military is something she can understand. "What does it mean to practice alchemy? And doesn't a law mean people break it all the time?" Villains do that.
And what are you, in this world? Are you a hero? A villain like you claim?
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Greed didn't bother looking at her. Kids were always trouble - kids always asked too much. Why, how, when: she doesn't need to know and he isn't interesting in telling. A story already dead and gone; Greed's not even sure how it all ended.
"Not that kind of law," the Sin chides back. His smile purses as he slowly bounces a heel off the opposing ankle. There's a low beat coming from down the street - another bar probably. With his already six-feet-under, Greed's not too surprised someone else picked up his usual clientele. "-physical law. You can't gain anything without sacrificing something else first."
Even him and his fall in the category. Gaining life at the sacrifice of thousands - the idea isn't lost on him. Never had been. "Does it really matter?" Greed slides his gaze to her finally. She's a bit closer than he expected, but it shouldn't be a surprise. Alone and lost and he's the only thing tethering her back to a life she knows.
A sigh escapes him. Sounding off like someone who's slightly annoyed. "You going to ask me questions all night, or are you actually going to sleep at some point?"
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After all, she is 'his'.
Maybe he is hers, in his own way."You're a jerk," she mutters, making sure even if her head is a bit buried in her arms that it's loud enough for him to hear it.
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When she shoves him, the homunculus budges. He throws the offending leg over the other and makes a sort of 'tsk' when she continues to silently protest. Kids aren't his forte - never were. But they're honest. Her discomfort is easy to read and Greed merely tilts his head back just a bit. "You know, that's not very nice."
It isn't remotely what she's looking for. He knows that even if he doesn't entirely get it. His hand spreads and one arm loosens from the niche behind his skull. A moment later and he's got all five fingers on top of her head.
"Wouldn't be the first time someone's called me that," Greed whispers. His voice is rough, but solid. "-at least you're finally starting to get it." That he wasn't normal, nor was he the hero she's been looking for. But as his fingers spread and those rough pads slide through her hair, he figures it's enough.
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Her dreams are far from easy, and her fingers end up clenching the material of his pants through the night, hanging on tightly.
The question is, what will happen come morning? The lights in the bar hadn't gone unnoticed.
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He knows the 'Nest. All of its quirks, its secrets. The groaning of pipes that haven't been used, the flickering of lights begging for someone to take a look at. It's all a relic of what used to be - who he used to be. Staring back at him, mocking with all of its old promises.
Greed grimaces again and he's thankful he doesn't have the extra company.
He makes sure the entrance is barred and that the rest of the building is clear before heading to his destination. Out of every cranny and crooked corner, it's the last out of the set that he's been doing his best to avoid. Deep down below, where the bar ended and the basement opened up. An exit that had been meant to use when everything else had gone south. An escape, though even that hadn't worked to his liking.
Greed's crouched at an open hatch. The water below isn't running as quickly as it used to. It barely moves, collecting in some places and sloshing in others when something stray flitters across the surface. He narrows his eyes into the dark before lifting himself back up straight.
A second later and he leaps down into the hole.
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That's when she notices she's alone. "...Greed?" She calls out, but he's clearly not in the room. Her ... partner (no, not guardian, not protector) seems to have vanished while she slept. So slowly she gets herself out of the ancient bed, feeling hyper aware in the silence of the night and the abandoned bar. When she steps into the hall, she's more cautious when she calls out his name again, barely a whisper. Where is he?
After getting her pack, refusing to leave it behind, she slowly follows her way back until it leaves her standing in the main bar, unsure of what to do. Should she leave and try to find someone, or should she sit and wait for him?
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For a while, it's only Kaede. Kaede and the groans coming from beneath the bar. The pipes rattle back, the windows whisper. Ghosts: the whole place stinks of them.
The silence is interrupted by the sound of a steady walk. Clunk goes one heel, clack goes another. From somewhere else and Greed's suddenly coiled up in a door frame. Sans his vest, his sunglasses. His head is dipped low as his elbow nudges into a cornered crook. "Oi, oi, oi - " The Sin starts, his voice brought down a notch or two. "-weren't you supposed be sleeping? Jeez."
He feigns annoyance and forces a smile. The smell on him sticks; of dirty water, of mold and dirt. Greed runs a hand through the spikes of his hair and shakes them for good measure. "Eh, guess it can't be helped." His arm falls away and he slips from the door. But not before shutting it with the back of his heel.
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Oh yeah, she mad. She can't see herself, can't see the crimson eyes or white teeth. She's more delicate than him, but there is little doubt she had been ready to protect herself if it didn't turn out to be him.
FUCK THIS GOT SO LOST ...sorry for the delay!
"Oi, oi, oi - " Greed drones out as he shuffles across the space between. The cuffs of his boots knock hollow against the floorboards, making dust shiver up from an early grave. "-keep it down, would ya? You don't really want anyone coming in here and seeing you like that." From his hip, he extends an index out to her. Throwing it up and down to try to grab her attention. It's strange like this; seeing his face, his ability, crawling and forming on somebody else.
Finally, he reaches where she's planted against the wall and Greed splays his thighs open. When he sinks in, it's with a hand on her head, the tips of his own claws springing out when 'Shield meets 'Shield. He runs the smooth side of them across her skull, urging a spark. "Though it's not like anyone could really hurt you this way."
He bends forward, turning his skull into her space like a scavenger at a kill. "Calm down."
It's okay!!
Anger always tends to lead down a path of 'losing control of one's powers' for her, as the point is proven right here.
"Where were you?!" Scowling so very unhappily at him. Maybe it would have a scarier effect with crimson eyes and visible teeth if it wasn't the power's owner looking back at it.
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"You done?" For a moment, his whole face seems to drop and a calm stillness takes his eyes. His expression isn't annoyed, it isn't even upset. Just blank for a moment or two before he turns his head over his shoulder.
"No use hiding it, I guess," Greed's voice comes out like a haunted whisper. "-but there were some things I had to take care of. Not really stuff kids like you should be seeing."
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holy shit this is so fucking late god damn
It's okay!
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