[The delay on his side is telling. How the seconds drag on, how lifeless the screen seems to flicker over the hooks of his claws like a camera shutter on the fritz. Greed reads the words once, a second time, before - ]
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The cure, huh. [At the edge of the receiver, the waft from the furnace is alarmingly soft. It hisses along the line - like a bundle of rattlesnakes slowly unraveling to see who or what's decided to try their luck. The rumors about the cure have been minimal at best. Something Bavan cooked up and dished out; offering a chance, a hope, to regain the humanity so many have lost. Still, everything's got a price. Every miracle, a payment. And if history's anything to go by, well - ]
[The Sin presses one of his claws into an ashtray nearby. The tip of it skirts along the bottom; the forgotten cigarette all but snuffed out in a single, whispering hooof] Not sure what he has to do with it - [His tone hums between his teeth. Most, if not all, of his had been human before hand. Given the chance, the opportunity, the option seems pretty clear.]
[Still, he? Oh, he's just not interested.]
[The former homunculus picks his claws and on the recording, the quick-lit sparks let out a trickling flurry; the sharpness more similar to a match striking, striking, striking 'till lit.] - so, you took it then? Guess I can't really blame you. [A soft tck-tck-tck trills on the line; the barbs of his tail seeming to catch just out of eyesight.] Always said it was your choice.
[Though - ]
[Greed shrugs and the furnace curdles through the receiver. It's as if the fire is questioning that one, simple phrase; the flames themselves growing as trill and thin as porcupine under assault. Because there's something. A red flag, coiling and twisting like a tell-tale tick. It's been some time since Stocke's used his actual name, after all. And maybe, maybe - ]
Ehhh - never mind. [He waves his hand. The recording crinkles for a second on his side; the brush of both heat and smoke creating a brisk, suffocating static.] Just make sure to get back here when you can, hmn?
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The cure, huh. [At the edge of the receiver, the waft from the furnace is alarmingly soft. It hisses along the line - like a bundle of rattlesnakes slowly unraveling to see who or what's decided to try their luck. The rumors about the cure have been minimal at best. Something Bavan cooked up and dished out; offering a chance, a hope, to regain the humanity so many have lost. Still, everything's got a price. Every miracle, a payment. And if history's anything to go by, well - ]
[The Sin presses one of his claws into an ashtray nearby. The tip of it skirts along the bottom; the forgotten cigarette all but snuffed out in a single, whispering hooof] Not sure what he has to do with it - [His tone hums between his teeth. Most, if not all, of his had been human before hand. Given the chance, the opportunity, the option seems pretty clear.]
[Still, he? Oh, he's just not interested.]
[The former homunculus picks his claws and on the recording, the quick-lit sparks let out a trickling flurry; the sharpness more similar to a match striking, striking, striking 'till lit.] - so, you took it then? Guess I can't really blame you. [A soft tck-tck-tck trills on the line; the barbs of his tail seeming to catch just out of eyesight.] Always said it was your choice.
[Though - ]
[Greed shrugs and the furnace curdles through the receiver. It's as if the fire is questioning that one, simple phrase; the flames themselves growing as trill and thin as porcupine under assault. Because there's something. A red flag, coiling and twisting like a tell-tale tick. It's been some time since Stocke's used his actual name, after all. And maybe, maybe - ]
Ehhh - never mind. [He waves his hand. The recording crinkles for a second on his side; the brush of both heat and smoke creating a brisk, suffocating static.] Just make sure to get back here when you can, hmn?