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[For a while, the Sin's oddly quiet. He reads the message once, a second time. And as the points of his eyes thin, the furnace on the other side of the room begins to bang. The fire seeming to grow hotter, tenser, like the heckles of a dog rising to meet a threat. Because, while he doesn't know Raynie personally and Mitsuhide is a problem in itself, it's the other part that catches his attention. A scream in static that sends his teeth snapping with a quiet whine:]
["not willingly"]
[One of the laptop's keys plicks on the receiver and the Sin rolls his shoulder.] That so. Someone we know? [Greed's voice is viciously thin. It hisses into the recording; the trill similar to that of a kettle quickly coming to a boil. It could be anyone, really. Mitsuhide, one of the Fourth's followers - the former homunculus flattens his foot. Already, the broiler is beginning to slip through its gauges; the resulting squeal climbing, climbing, climbing to a persistent, petulant whiiiiiir.]
[Even as a carbon copy, the 'Nest? It still knows it's rightful owner.]
[However, the moment is just that. A minute, a second, and the pipes cool to a simmer. The Sin taps his heel. Something rustles out of view, then; the movement of leather and fur, a tell-tale sign.]
[If Stocke thinks he's about to wait, well - ]
Where are you? [Greed asks, further away. It's clear that he has no plans on sticking around. If the other is close enough, the distance should be easy to cover. A mile, maybe more. The Sin reaches and as his claws snare the ring of his keys, the collection chimes off.]
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[For a while, the Sin's oddly quiet. He reads the message once, a second time. And as the points of his eyes thin, the furnace on the other side of the room begins to bang. The fire seeming to grow hotter, tenser, like the heckles of a dog rising to meet a threat. Because, while he doesn't know Raynie personally and Mitsuhide is a problem in itself, it's the other part that catches his attention. A scream in static that sends his teeth snapping with a quiet whine:]
["not willingly"]
[One of the laptop's keys plicks on the receiver and the Sin rolls his shoulder.] That so. Someone we know? [Greed's voice is viciously thin. It hisses into the recording; the trill similar to that of a kettle quickly coming to a boil. It could be anyone, really. Mitsuhide, one of the Fourth's followers - the former homunculus flattens his foot. Already, the broiler is beginning to slip through its gauges; the resulting squeal climbing, climbing, climbing to a persistent, petulant whiiiiiir.]
[Even as a carbon copy, the 'Nest? It still knows it's rightful owner.]
[However, the moment is just that. A minute, a second, and the pipes cool to a simmer. The Sin taps his heel. Something rustles out of view, then; the movement of leather and fur, a tell-tale sign.]
[If Stocke thinks he's about to wait, well - ]
Where are you? [Greed asks, further away. It's clear that he has no plans on sticking around. If the other is close enough, the distance should be easy to cover. A mile, maybe more. The Sin reaches and as his claws snare the ring of his keys, the collection chimes off.]
[Cnk.]