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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 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.]