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nestingdevil) wrote2014-11-10 09:21 pm
nestingdevil) wrote2014-11-10 09:21 pm
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0.0.0.0 ♦ STOCKE
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["Sorry to keep you waiting - "]
["-this isn't me trying to make it up to you."]
[Greed eyes arch upward. They're still in their focus: a deadly encounter and Lord, Lord, even the devil has his breaking point. Because this isn't the first time someone's tried to take what's rightfully his and Stocke's been the brunt of it. It's been repeated again and again, effort for effort. An attack on his very want, hitting him like that of a railroad spike, shoved to pin him down for good. The Sin's upper lip curls back and as his teeth claw their way forward, the lamp in Li's window suddenly brightens. The flame running high, uncontrolled, until its life quickly burns out.] Didn't give me much of a choice. [He starts in. Deep, is his tone. His voice more similar to that of a monstrous pit, cracking the earth. No, they didn't give him much choice. Whoever designed the cure had a purpose and while he probably wasn't the intended target, the end result - ]
[Greed's teeth grind and in the back of his jaw, something clicks out of place. A stray spark ping-pongs between his cheeks. It bounces from one side, races to the other; the devil's tennis match and now, now, now, now.]
[The ball's in his court.]
[The former homunculus shakes his head, clearing the fog.] Don't remember it, do you? Back then - [The stretch of his words is dreamy and tired. The exhaustion as drawling as time itself, watching the world pass it by. Greed straightens his neck and when his eyes meet white-socket static, he immediately swings his head over his shoulder. That usual smile of his turning reserved. Forced.] Wish it could have been different, but -
["-things are as they - "]
[Greed's shoulders pinch in. Ah, right. They had made an offer, hadn't they? An exchange weighed out, leveled, and equivalent to the end. The Sin closes his eyes and with a sway of his arm, he shoves his pointer finger just under the gem of his earring. It hovers above his nail in a drop of red; the poise like that of an axis and oh, could the entire world spin on the edge of his hand.] You want that, huh. Seems only right, though I can't really tell you what'll happen. [However, he can take a guess. If Xerxes calls Stocke's monster, this should be no different. An overload maybe. A desire, more so. To take, take, take, all that's been swindled away.]
[Thankfully, Stocke's already given the location. It shouldn't take them too long to deal with the rest.]
[A drop, and the Sin fans out his hand. The way he holds himself is poised. His very image that of the devil, holding out for the handshake.] Three times should do it. [As if to demonstrate, he raps his nail against the earring.] I can't promise it'll be too pleasant. Hope you won't hold it against me. [A pause. Greed swallows against his throat. The gloom of smog trapped in his gullet hushes between the plates his scales. It filters out, hovers around. A dead-chimney's last exhale minutes, seconds, before the scheduled demolition.]
[Because if there's anyone who could, it would be one of his, wouldn't it. One of his, pulling, pushing, to complete the bargain.]
[And truly, he wouldn't have it any other way.]
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[The shade's mouth zips shut. He hums softly, buzzing electric. Then he's looping around the demon's back in a short whirl of shadow, settling to a stop behind the Sin's right side.]
[He rests his elbows on Greed's shoulder, head on his fists - "rests." Weightless shadows. But it's only for a second, and then he's abruptly solid, a light pressure on the demon's shoulder. Still levitating, but tangible.]
Don't know what you're talking about, [he agrees. But -] Boss. This is better. [Don't be sorry about it.]
[It's not gonna stop the cure from bouncing him back and forth, but as a monster? He's a lot less resigned to it. Besides, Greed can handle human-him, now that he knows.]
[This close, he can feel the demon's soul glowing in his chest. Souls. A collection, but one at the same time. He leans close to the demon's throat with a quiet static hiss.]
[But it's the earring his eyes fix on as it dangles in Greed's fingers. Right. There's something...]
[Equivalent exchange?]
[He doesn't know any better than Greed what'll happen. Perhaps even less so. But he's pushing himself up and forward over the Sin's shoulder almost immediately, reaching, overlong fingers curling around the red gem and pulling it back.]
[For a second he's balanced there, on one arm ramrod-straight from Greed's shoulder, a gaunt figure looming above the demon's head. Then he taps it three times. There isn't even thought behind it, only - a trade.]
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You think so, huh. [The Sin drawls. No matter where Stocke goes, he's solid in comparison. He doesn't move when he feels the tail-end chill wrap about his shoulders. It grazes his skin, prickles the back of his spine; his own, hand-made ghost, coming to pay its respects. Greed wrinkles his mouth. No, he hadn't been given much of an option. Believing Stocke had been out of the question. Killing him, more so. This had been an act of desperation; the means finding its end and what, truly, is the price.]
[The strangle in his eyes blisters, only to recede in a trickle. The daggers, however - they aren't aimed at Stocke. They're pointedly focused elsewhere. The horizon, for an answer. The nameless culprit, for even daring. The splintering crunch from earlier creeps its way into his mouth and while the other's weight falls at his back, Greed's body cements; the feeling more similar to that of a rock, refusing to budge.] Not an ideal circumstance, friend. Your choice - [The former homunculus tapers his words. They wilt on his tongue. Die in his throat. Regret: it's never suited him. But in the moment, in the very second, a sensation solidifies in his chest. Like that of hot lead, rotting in his stomach.]
[The Sin bows his head, allowing the barest slink of a grin to yank at his face.] No use delaying it. Tch - [From his chin, the bulk of his skull arches in reverse. As if he's inspecting his fate and laughing at it, all in the same breath.] - they sure gave us a lot of trouble, didn't they. What a pain in the ass.
[Whoever started it, though: they're in for a rude surprise. The shade's nail stretches forward and as it taps once, a second time, he can sense it starting to swell. The veins along the side of his forehead go frigid beneath his skin. They pop to the surface - the look of them like a bundle of parasites, rising to a threat. A third strike, and Greed's hands gnarl. The final toll all but striking his core.]
[And what is he, but a blemish. The cardinal sort, coming, coming, coming, to a familiar drum:]
["Baby, don't you remember?"]
["It's a long way down - "]
[Greed's jaw hangs open and while Stocke's hand finishes its dead, a long thread of smoke huffs up from his chest. It tangles about his face like a string - a knot of black trying to find its shadow and tie it down, once and for all. The former homunculus hisses out a sound.] Ah, so that's it - [He smooths. The changes may be slim, but there's no denying the result. His temperature is scathing; his face, vicious. Avarice incarnate to the very T, and what it wants - ]
[A crt, and his neck resets.] Guess we should clean that mess up first, shouldn't we. [His tone brightens. There's no point keeping the cure around; it's already done enough damage. And even if altering his is the brunt of it, surely that? That.]
[It's enough.]