[A deal and that's what it all boils down to, isn't it. Hideyoshi had understood what that meant - a bargain. A little give and take signed off not with a pen, but with the sheer shake of a hand and a devilish grin. The boundaries they had drawn out all those months ago had been fair, but as always: when it came to power shake-ups, those lines eventually became blurred. And with the General pointedly missing, his obvious vacancy has been noted and filled. Leave them here they are again to retrace the drawing board.]
[All of it with the new, high-hatted company.]
[Greed pulls away from the dresser.] At least the General had been a bit reasonable - [While he talks, a waft of soot floats along the bureau's surface. It sighs through its splintering cracks - dropping, falling. Until the edges become too steep, allowing gravity to take hold. The Sin makes a soft nose in the back of his throat, then. Thoughtful and snide. A tilt of his chin lifts his head towards the ceiling and the upper part of his lip curls with a jagged sneer.] - little bit of a pissant, isn't he? [He chirps. Hideyoshi had been forward and brash, but at least he knew how to play his cards and play them well.]
[Kouen, on the other hand - ]
[Greed lifts his arm. His carbon-cold fingers claw through the air, their pricked-points snaring the collar of his vest as he passes. Fur feathers between his knuckles in a stark contrast; white to black, black to white, and a frame of gray to set it just right.] Keep your eye on them. I know Stocke's around, but with our current problem, I don't expect him to hang around too long. [The Sin shoves one arm through the vest, then the other.] Ah -
[His wings tilt and twist. They flatten against one another an inch at a time - squeezing, contorting. Like that of an octopus at the crossroads of a thin crack. Though by some miracle though, and no doubt some practice, the edges slip through: the vertical slits on the vest's backside just enough to let them pass. Greed gently touches the trim to right it and with a few, buzzard(ly) pecks at the collar, the fur fans out.] Don't let the others know just yet. I want to see what they're planning to do first.
[Because, if Kouen's as bullheaded as he's come out to be, then they'll need another plan.]
[Greed rocks his shoulder back and with the edge of his boot, he peels the door open. Yes, they're definitely need another plan. But if the new Toyotomi think he's about to leave Vandare.]
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[All of it with the new, high-hatted company.]
[Greed pulls away from the dresser.] At least the General had been a bit reasonable - [While he talks, a waft of soot floats along the bureau's surface. It sighs through its splintering cracks - dropping, falling. Until the edges become too steep, allowing gravity to take hold. The Sin makes a soft nose in the back of his throat, then. Thoughtful and snide. A tilt of his chin lifts his head towards the ceiling and the upper part of his lip curls with a jagged sneer.] - little bit of a pissant, isn't he? [He chirps. Hideyoshi had been forward and brash, but at least he knew how to play his cards and play them well.]
[Kouen, on the other hand - ]
[Greed lifts his arm. His carbon-cold fingers claw through the air, their pricked-points snaring the collar of his vest as he passes. Fur feathers between his knuckles in a stark contrast; white to black, black to white, and a frame of gray to set it just right.] Keep your eye on them. I know Stocke's around, but with our current problem, I don't expect him to hang around too long. [The Sin shoves one arm through the vest, then the other.] Ah -
[His wings tilt and twist. They flatten against one another an inch at a time - squeezing, contorting. Like that of an octopus at the crossroads of a thin crack. Though by some miracle though, and no doubt some practice, the edges slip through: the vertical slits on the vest's backside just enough to let them pass. Greed gently touches the trim to right it and with a few, buzzard(ly) pecks at the collar, the fur fans out.] Don't let the others know just yet. I want to see what they're planning to do first.
[Because, if Kouen's as bullheaded as he's come out to be, then they'll need another plan.]
[Greed rocks his shoulder back and with the edge of his boot, he peels the door open. Yes, they're definitely need another plan. But if the new Toyotomi think he's about to leave Vandare.]
[Oh, oh, how wrong they are.]