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nestingdevil) wrote2014-02-25 08:48 pm
nestingdevil) wrote2014-02-25 08:48 pm
➥ VOICE-MAIL / TEXT
[Greed's voice purrs out in metallic static. There's the faintest catch of the radio - something sultry, jazzy.]
"If you've got the number, it means I like ya. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm out right now - all work and no play. If you're looking for a face-face visit, head down to The Devil's Nest. I'll be glad to entertain."
[Thunk go a pair of boots.] "If you're looking for something personal, you know what to do."
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[He goes quiet for a few seconds, as though considering his phrasing. This is all a big "what if" at this point, because if everything goes according to plan, then this won't be necessary.
However, it would be unlike Yomiel to be careless. Every loose end must be tied up.]
You said your place is for people who aren't... normal. Right?
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That's right - those that couldn't live a normal kind of life. [He drawls on and a lighter flicks a few times. Before the flame finally catches and the Sin inhales through gently-smiling jaws.]
Though that's a bit of an odd question. Why - you interested? [There's a knock of hollow wood and while it's not seen, Greed's half-cocked into a door frame.]
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[Another pause. This time, there is the sound of metal clinking against metal. He's digging around in a toolbox.]
I'm working on a little project down here in Heropa. It's going well so far, but if it doesn't work out... I may need somewhere else to go.
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[He taps his foot a few times and pauses to flick ash away onto the floor.] A project, huh? [A quick lick to the backside of his teeth and the Sin snaps his tongue.] Guess you're not going to tell me about it, are you?
[But there is it; the hook. "But if it doesn't work out ..." The laugh that follows is quick and sweet.] Thinking of coming here, then? I'm not interested in the trouble.
[A hesitation and it's all quiet on his end for a moment. Save for the pitter-patter of someone else rising to attention.] But I'm not one to deny anyone either. You've got a deal, but remember this: you'll be working for me.
[Greed clips a glass as it's handed off to him. A solid clack, almost to finish off his point.] If that's something you're interested in, then by all means.
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[Let's not kid ourselves. It is. But Yomiel is fairly confident in his own ability to keep authority at bay. He managed it for years back home, and a guy like him always did well at hanging in the shadows.]
Like I said, it's going well. But I'm the type of guy who likes to have a backup plan. I think you'll find I'm a very trouble-free roommate.
[He chuckles at the offer of working for Greed. He was just about to get to that, actually.]
I wouldn't ask to stay there without making it worth your while, of course. I'm a man with a wide variety of skills.
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[A pleasant sort of lull comes through the line. The Sin's a bit closer to the receiving end of the feed. It's baritone, hushed.] A back-up plan then. Just in case.
[In case of what, he's not sure. But he knows all-too-well that word travels fast. Faster than it had back home at any rate.] Worth my while, huh. [Oh, that's just music to his ears.] Fine. You've got yourself a deal.
[Ice rattles as Greed sways his hand.] Just make sure you're not followed.
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I can't be followed. My body is a different story. All I really need is a place to keep it safe and sound.
[A little thump as he drops a tool back into the toolbox, then slumps back against his chair.]
Other than that, I don't eat, drink or sleep. And I'm sure we can find something for a guy separated from his body to do for you.
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[Greed listens as he drags himself away from his perch. His footsteps ring out wherever he's wandering off to, but his attention stays on the line.] That little trick of yours. [It's a handy one; transferring his soul out and Greed swallows a bit thickly.] I'm sure we could find somewhere to put it for the time being.
[There's a sizzling on his side when he pinches the cigarette with his fingers. Rolling it until the fire's gone.] Pretty useful - [How he speaks is almost purred. As if the concept is a little too enticing.] - I'm sure we could. It's quite the ability you've got there.
Just remember - I'm not interested in anyone who can't work for me. Just don't go regretting the decision later.
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I don't foresee it being a problem on my part. After all... the dead don't have regrets.
[He pauses another moment as he thinks of an idea.]
In fact, if it'd make you feel better, I could give you a free sample of sorts.
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[Plenty of rooms with plenty more to hide.] I'm not one for regrets either.
[But he perks up at that. Something freely given and who's he to say no. Greed scratches down his throat.] I'm not stopping you. Go ahead.
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[Not to mention if his body goes missing, he'll just be a plain, old, regular ghost. Physically, anyway.]
Well, I don't know what kind of things you'd like to find out. Who you'd like to spy on. What kind of information you're interested in.
Whatever it is you want to know, I can get it. I can go in and out with nobody knowing I'm there, through the phone lines.
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Basement - [Greed knocks his heel into the floor and it rings back. There's plenty of room down there and not many tend to wander too far.] - I'll make sure it's set for whatever it is you're doing.
And in exchange? [Other than the fact that Yomiel might become a permanent part of the 'Nest, the fine print's just a nice addition.]
The guy named Holiday - [Greed heads down a set of stairs.] - and anything you can find on a particular woman. I'm sure it'd be easy for you to figure out.
[There's a brief lapse. The sounds coming in are soft; people moving, maybe a table or two having its legs jerked around on the floor.] Eh- don't need to tell you this, but try not to get into too much trouble. I do take care of what's mine after all. Wouldn't want to have to do something I don't have to.
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[Upstairs, in the building next door, he'll be able to reach it regardless.
Yomiel commits the name to memory.]
It will be easy. A guy named a Holiday and a particular woman. Which woman might this refer to?
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[As to the other question, Greed slides his finger down the side of the phone. It should be easy enough to guess, but:] Lust. I don't need the history, just anything that came after she arrived here.
[He throws his hand back and forth, as if ushering the thought out completely.] Let's just say it'll be a personal favor. No need to get involved more than that.
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A guy named Holiday and a woman named Lust. Friend of his, he guesses. Or "friend" of his. Either way, it's none of his business.]
Don't worry. I don't get involved with things. I'll tell you whatever I find out, and that's all.
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[Rotary phones are a thing he knows. And while it might raise some suspicion around the rest, he plans on informing them later.]
[Him and his after all.]
[Greed flicks on a switch and there's static on the other side of the line. As music tries to beat against the worn-down speakers.] Good. It's nothing you should get involved in anyway. They're not exactly a friendly bunch. Just needed to know a few things.
[It helped to have an upper hand, even if is just a little one.]
[His mouth parts. Wet, wide and the Sin has a light tone to his voice. Deadly, sure. But charming:] Welcome to the Devil's Nest. [And with that, he hangs up with a flick of the wrist.]