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holy shit i just noticed that vomiting of letters in the text above

[nestingdevil]

[The mirrored wall of bottles and booze melds with his movement; reflecting him back in amorphous shapes that flow into one another as he walks. Faintest hints of terrible red and charcoal catch in mismatched forms of glass. Bulging out and thinning again in the wide collection of liquor.]

[He runs an index and a middle across the bar when he rounds to the side-entrance, the tips of his nails creating a pitch. Meeting the battered top, they jump and glide; tuning the surface with a deep hum.] No, can't imagine I'd be the only one. That's a little naive to think. But most here tend to have the same story - being human once. I'd imagine this would be pretty difficult to get used to. Not that I can blame them, but it seems to me it's better this way, right? [Maybe, maybe not. The Sin's muscle oozes when he walks; as he sways and runs the curve of the bar with a practiced knowledge.] Gunna guess you were human before all this? Or did I get that wrong, lovely?

[The small door to the side swings open and bangs deaf against the back of the bar. For a second, it stays pinned to the surface. Until the shadowy form of his tail jerks away, unplugging itself similar to a lodged-in spear.] Fair enough, though you can drop that. This isn't military position, sweetheart. Don't get the wrong idea.

[With the door free, it sways and wafts behind him for a few seconds. Slowing down as it finds itself again and the latch snaps closed with a soft click. Greed reaches across the bar, shelling out a barely-smoked butt from one of the ashtrays. The tip of his thumb cleans it off, plucking away ash with a pleasant kind of grin that's more like a shark on its best behavior.]

[Still just as deadly and just as predatory as the next.] That's fine, but in case you change your mind - [His hand reaches underneath the bar-face, disappearing into one of many compartments to find just what he's looking for. A ring of keys rattles and he pries it open, flipping through the collection until he finds the right one. Silver, old; flecked with rust and a number reading in a crooked "4". Greed tears it out from the set, sending the piece of metal tumbling over his knuckles and onto the bar.]

[A pinch and a slide sends it her way.] - that one's yours. [Lips pull aside and his grin is nakedly wanton; all that need, all that desire - it coils in the fire in his throat, hisses with the words on his tongue:]

Welcome to The Devil's Nest.

HAHAHA well I mean, they're accidentally demonic, maybe

[dialtones]

[He's tempted to correct him with a pointed "Justine" but he holds back for now out of curiosity in his actions. His actions and his words, rather. Kurapika couldn't blame him for questioning his humanity-- people could appear completely human and be complete monsters in various ways. He'd learned that.]

Better? That's not a thought I hear from most. [An eyebrow raises, and finally, he breaks down enough to fold his arms over the counter top.] You're right. I am human. No part of these transformations or trials are going to change that.

[One of those types, he is. Watching as Greed reaches below the bar for something, his lips press into more of a flat line. Not a military position... He's well aware.]

It's just my personality. [His hands open to catch the key suddenly slid his way, and when he catches it, he blinks down at first. He's still getting a room? ...Well, if he's not expected to stay here every night, it could come in useful. He may end up using it at certain points.

Brown eyes slide back up to Greed only to meet with that expression of his. Kurapika can only describe it as distasteful, but he keeps that to himself, pocketing the key in one simple motion.]

Thank you for having me. Now, [He straightens the nice bow on his blouse and then smooths his hand down the rest of his shirt. His head looks elsewhere, but it's only a few seconds before his eyes are flicking back to Greed.] Is it "Boss?" Or just "Greed?"

[That's telling in a way, too, he thinks.]

PFFT ..

[nestingdevil]

[Human. Definition: former. It isn't the first time he's dealt with a similar kind of story and while it had been a mix of both chance and circumstance before, Ryslig's in no short supply. People who once were, trying desperately to hold onto a glimmer of a chance: to be normal, to be what they used to be. Greed's look turns oddly pleasant, his razors shielded away as his mouth closes up.] Maybe not for you. I've never been human, least not until the first couple of months here. Wasn't really something I could get used to.

[Abandoned smoke creeps in above him, lingering at the ceiling in a mounting cloud. It moves with an airy disposition, as if suspended one moment and animated the next. He turns a look back to her, the lids of eyes falling softly behind his shades.] I am sorry, you know. But that new body of yours will come in handy. Might just take a while for you to get used to it. Either way, I'm not about to judge. I really don't care what you are.

[His claw hitches away from the key, leaving a slight smear of ash across the surface. Faint, hardly noticeable. A look twitches behind his shades, the only tell-tale sign the slight dip of his brow. The key disappears from sight and whether that's a silent confirmation or a pick up for a future conversation, he's satisfied with the transaction nonetheless.] You wouldn't be the first - [Greed's voice practically pops in his throat. Burning, burning, burning - straight down his gullet with a holding-purr.] - and there's no need to thank. You're one of mine now. I might not be so good, but I'm not so bad either.

[The Sin's face falls slightly at the next question, his head rising up like perked-sprung gopher.] Ah-? [He starts in. Before a sly laugh slithers through his teeth, making the split tip of his tongue ricochet off the roof of his mouth.] Ha - ! No. It's just Greed. Though if that's what you want to call it, I'm not about to stop you. [A loose ember dances across his tongue, jumping from one side to the next until it sizzles when it meets the inside of his cheek. A strand of steam curls in the aftermath and Greed swallows, his hand grazing the side of his hip.]

Feel free to start whenever you've got the time. We're busier at night, but I'm sure you already figured that out.

[dialtones]

"Handy," perhaps, but only in the context of this place. Everyone is forced to be human upon arrival, then?

[That's some information he didn't have before already. Greed's struggling with his first few months of being more 'human' than not is the same sort of feeling he's experiencing now, he knows. The lack of his nen, no chains on his right hand... It's empty.

Anything he gains from becoming a vampire will not be enough. He needs to work at getting back his normal abilities, and he intends to find out how.

For now, he closes his eyes in understanding at the name. Greed, then. Maybe he'll use Boss if it ends up being particularly flattering later on down the line, but for now, he'd rather not if he doesn't have to.]

I see. In that case, Greed, how about tomorrow night? [Blinking his eyes open again, he fixes them on Greed. There's something more in them now, the only hint as to what being his next few words.]

I have business I need to take care of tonight, but after that, I'll be available.

[nestingdevil]

That's what they say. Not exactly something I was interested in anyway. [The cigarette gets tapped again, his index extending to rap-rap-rap against the side. Fresh fire crackles with the exit of ash, digging itself further into what remains of the cigarette.] It's pretty inconvenient, but I guess that's not the case for most.

[His shoulder and back sag, allowing him to retreat from the face of the bar again. His tailbone anchors to the prep-station behind him and Greed stretches out his legs, letting them hang loosely together by the ankles. The cigarette gets one last drag in the aftermath, the smoke charring down his throat as he idly pinches the hot tip. The scales on his finger pads spit, smoke plumes. Then it's dead again, the useless butt snapped away with a flick of his pointer. It sails into some dark corner of the bar, out of sight and mind entirely.]

Tomorrow night? Sounds fine. Just make sure you're here before it gets too busy - [The Sin latches both thumbs through the loops of his leather slacks, his head tilting back in "Justine's" direction. The look on his face is coy and sly - the devil ready to present his best fiddle. At his side, his tail lulls curiously at the floor. Swishing across the thick boards of wood.] Take care of what you need to. Like I said before, I don't really care what you do otherwise. We tend to have more later in the evening. Midnight's usually pretty busy.

[Greed slowly lifts his bones from the shelf behind him, twisting his head over his shoulder at movement deeper inside. He caresses the roof of his mouth with a jarring sneer, a Cheshire's look in an onslaught of teeth.] Don't think I have to show you out, hmn? [A blare of red slides behind his sunglasses, crawling drearily through the lenses.]

[dialtones]

[He stays silent at the mention of inconvenience. Yes, it is, in a way. He was stripped down not just to humanity, but to humanity before he was able to control his nen. That's something he needs to gain back more than just his humanity.

Following the smoke of that cigarette, he nods, taking a step back from the bar and straightening out his blouse with both hands. His eyes flick back to Greed.]

I'll be sure to get here earlier. In any case, I appreciate the smoothness of this. [It was fast and easy, just how he likes it.] I'll find you then. Until next time.

[His ponytail waves a little as he turns, confident steps taking him all the way out of the bar. One step done, and just a little business to take care of before he starts working. Hopefully there will be plenty to learn here.]