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[Greed tilts his head. Stuck in the door frame, his shadow seems to stretch out impossibly behind him. A creature in the fog, a man for the centuries. A thin curl of ash lifts away from his face and as it folds along the edge of the door, its ribbon jack-knives; mimicking that a bent finger. Coaxing, begging, for the Toyotomi to just try.]

[Because this isn't the first coup. A veteran to the art and a conductor once upon a time. Though that had been some years ago; his last defiance on the same, steadfast grin. And then, well - ]

[Then's now history.]

No, they don't. But I can't say that I blame them - pretty ambitious. [How he answers is almost sung. A high note teases in the back of his throat, a trill vibrates on his tongue. He doesn't know everything about Dante and he doesn't have to. He's an outsider just the same: a bridge between the mortal lot and the decidedly not.]

[Even in a world full of them, monsters would always find monsters.]

[The former homunculus pauses when he hears the familiar scratch of hooves. One of his elbows knocks along the door frame in response - a metaphorical last call before he heads into the hallway. Dante's impatience can only hold out so long; he'd rather not push it.] I've been doing this a long time and he's not the first. He can try all he wants - it won't work.

[Which is true, in some regard. Ryslig's taken a lot from him, sure. But where it's taken, it's also given. Equivalent exchange at its finest. Greed pockets his hands, his smog stretching out in front of him like some sort of wicked, red-rolled carpet. Except it isn't red at all: it's black, gray. A shade well suited for things like him.]

[The creatures in the dark.] Just try to keep that temper of yours in check; they're still our guests, y'know. [But by how he says it? Dante's feelings on the Toyotomi are entirely mutual. Greed's mouth twists; the expression tilting on the smug side of knowing.]

[They won't make it easy, that much is sure. As for the company - ]

[The Sin plants one foot on the iron steps heading to the bar below. The screws bang unevenly as he does; the structure crooked yet oh so fitting.]

[Only time could tell how much the new Toyotomi would accept the idea.]

[tony_redgrave]

[If the Toyotomi did decide to try to take the 'Nest by force, they were in for a hell of a surprise. Not a single one of Greed's would jump ship and expect him to handle the problem alone.]

[It'll be a lot more than they bargained for.]

Tch, ambitious. Reckless if you ask me.

[Destroy everything in their path, rebuild the rubble you yourself created? Not exactly an efficient governance model. And yes, he realizes the irony of himself saying that but Dante has never said he wasn't a hypocrite. Difference is he tries to keep his recklessness to self-destruction, and maybe some property damage.

Greed's right on the money though, he's an outsider and always has been. By choice or otherwise, monsters will indeed always find monsters.]

Good to know you're ready for this, it's not going to be pretty.

[If things get violent it'll be real nasty, because Dante's pretty sure Greed has no intentions of taking over any real political power. That's not his style. Which, in turn, would leave an inconvenient vacuum only to be filled with more annoyance.

Dante really didn't like politics.]

Don't worry about me any, I won't throw the first swing.

[He will throw the last, and he may still antagonize until punches are being thrown. There's really no putting a cork in that mouth of his. However, with Greed's tone and the silent understanding between them that the feeling is mutual he does relax some. At least he's not the only one that distrusts them, and isn't the only one waiting for the shit to fly.

That's a switch he's not entirely sure he knows how to handle. But it's reassuring, nonetheless.]

[Dante follows not far behind, his own shadow joining Greed's on the stairs. When things do go south there will be hell to pay. And oh, the Toyotomi don't know what they're getting into.]