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nestingdevil) wrote2014-11-10 09:21 pm
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<redgrave> after Lady's revival and Crow's contact
<avaricious>
you cld say tht
somt hing i shold know?
<redgrave>
>looks like im rolling snake eyes today
>tell me what you know
<avaricious> 1/2 | PRIVATE
ha d an iss ue wit one ofuours. does nt show up mch bbt ive alwys made it a pliint not tohurt womnn
seems like thi s one hs othr ideas
<avaricious> 2/2 | PRIVATE
<redgrave>
[Greed was there, he would know.]
<avaricious> | PRIVATE 1/2
[The recording starts with an audible click. Hollow, bony - the tap of a claw against a plastic surface. He doesn't need the name to know exactly who Dante's referring to. The body in the basement; another unsuccessful result of the parasite removal. But where some had been mistakes, others -]
[Others aren't adding up.]
Ehh - [A sigh slinks from his jaws. The exhale's lengthy and smooth; the taste of a late-night cigarette just dangling on the edge of his tongue. Greed shifts his leg and the chair below gives a muted thnk in reply.] - Lady, right?
I haven't met him before, if that's what you mean. [Even without a face to go with it, it's hard not to imagine: his animated expression. The leathers on his wrist clink together, his claws unfurl.] But there's one here who's been with him before. She had a few bruises on her when I first met her. Eponine - [The Sin starts in. She's not as frequent as some of the rest, so the likely hood of her and Dante running into one another is slim. But - ]
Wouldn't give me much more than that. Seemed to me like she didn't want to start any more trouble. But you know me: even I have some standards. [An edge to his words; as thin and jagged as a switchblade. He doesn't know AM, nor does he know all the details.]
[But really, that doesn't mean much.]
[Greed lets his arm fall and on the other side of the line, a splintering creak sounds off. Like a musket through old, tired wood.]
<avaricious> 2/2 | PRIVATE
[When the second recording starts up, the receiving end of the line is nothing sort of a terrible bristle: the threat of a sneer touching just out of view.]
[Greed lifts his sunglasses from the table.] So - Bavan, then?
<redgrave>
>who else/
[There aren't a lot of people in this world or his own that Dante would go out of his way for, but Lady is definitely one of them. Certainly Greed would understand that much. Of course he'd brought her home, his own death had taught him the trauma of waking up in a strange place, weak with death exhaustion an blindly trying to find your way home. His brother hadn't brought him back, he saw a body as just that: a sack of meat. Dante, who has spent his entire life in the human world understands the awkward value humans place upon the deceased.
The last thing he'd want is for her to suffer more.]
>so
>it sounds like he has a history with this sort of thing
>i should have known
[Crow is getting an earful after all of this is said and done.]
[Dante doesn't know much more either, but he intends to find out. If there's one thing he's good at it's tracking someone down. Especially when they don't want to be found.]
[He knew he could count on you, boss.]
>you read my mind
<avaricious> 1/2 | PRIVATE
[">who else/". There's no one else. Just one body in a basement not far from where he currently is - her eyes glazed over like a milky, half-drunk moon.]
[Greed's teeth audibly clack before he catches it. ] Ehhh - don't do anything too brash yet. There's no point. [The Sin's heel knocks along the edge of the keyboard - its square-cut shape tuning the wood surface to a hollowing pitch.] Couldn't tell you - never met him. But considering how I found her, I wouldn't be surprised.
[Speaking of which - ]
[It's rare to hear that noise. That low pitch, that baritone growl just bristling under the surface. The former homunculus forces his jaws open, his smile on the other side a fleeting gesture.]
[Lady might not technically be one of his, yet -.]
<avaricious> 2/2 | PRIVATE
Stocke's back - [The recording starts in again. Whatever kind of snarl had been there just seconds ago is gone. Replaced with the usual humming-slur.] - I'll see if any of his know anything first.
[A beat of pause. Greed taps his index twice on the other end of the receiver.] You're familiar with the shacks on the edge of the city, right? [He questions, his tone more sing-song than anything else.] Got someone there that might know something.
Let me know what you find. In the meantime, I'll see what I can do.
<redgrave>
[Which very well may be the cause for Greed's concern. Dante can bide his time, oh he will, but once that switch is hit there's no stopping him. Hot or cold, apathetic or all in. There isn't a lot of in between with him and sometimes there's no telling when the mood will change.
First he wants to be sure. He needs to know he's got the right spider, the right culprit behind the act. If he just starts going after others indiscriminately then he's no better than the very demons he's come to loathe over the years. But something tells him his hunch isn't wrong this time.]
>is he/
>thats good
>keep me posted
[Yes the bugs should be out of everyone by now. Lady was one of the last to go in, her hesitance not buckling until the very end.
And he drove her to it.
It's no secret Dante feels largely responsible for this. He asked her to go, insisted that it was her best chance outside of waiting for it to kill her anyway.
Fortune has it that he's not recording, so that Greed won't be aware of the kick and crash of a bedside table gone shattering across the room. Temper's a hell of a thing some days.
A few minutes before there's a response:]
>yeah i know them
>who am i looking for
<avaricious>
[Oh, he knows. The temper a bull: one flick of red and it's all over. Not that he blame Dante for it, nor does he hold it against them. Stealing, he's reminded. And on his side of the receiver, on the other end of the line, a touch of heat. Light. Like beginnings of a house fire.]
[Bring it down though. Bring it down, down, down.]
[When he speaks again, his sultry expression is undeniable. Greed inhales sharply and two dull clicks follow.] His name's Li - a native. But don't let him fool you. He's not much different from the rest of us.
[Meaning just one thing: he's a criminal. A societal dreg. The Sin pauses.] He's been keeping himself low ever since Vandare. Tell him I sent you. I don't know how much he'll know, but it's a start.
[A beat. Even though there's no recording on Dante's end, it's hard not to imagine something's been broken in that short span of minutes. The legs of the Sin's chair squeal along the floor.] Oi, oi, oi - don't do anything brash. You'll lose it all that way.
[Which, Dante knows; he's always know that. But sometimes, it gets the better of him. The former homunculus lifts and his voice drifts away at a distance.] I'll see what we can do in the meantime.
<redgrave>
>well maybe if he doesnt have what im looking for he can help me out with another errand
[He misses his guns more than anything now. Especially with the recent rise in tensions, the death of frined. It's time to gear up and start hitting back.
At Greed's comment though:]
>you say that like it hasnt happened before
[The response was quick, too quick, and he realizes immediately after sending it he's said too much and it's time to backtrack. Briefly He has to wonder if Greed somehow knew he'd kicked the table, but really it's more likely the devil just knows him that well. He does brash things because really? It's all going to go to hell one way or another. Might as well be the one holding the wheel on the way down, don't you think?]
>anyway. yeah. ill do some digging
>ill let you know before i go to pin a spider to a wall
>if you want in on this fun
<avaricious>
[A cigarette spurts briefly on the receiving end; the last bits of paper biting at the filter piece for piece. Dante on a good day is a loose canon; a gun cocked, loaded, and ready to go. Now, though. Now, he has a target in mind. A name and a face that can finally answer for all of his frustrations. And nothing, no one, would get in his way.]
Tch- [Greed's lips pull back. An obvious half-grin release before his nails click along the edge of the laptop's screen.] - don't make it too messy. Better to get the information first, hmn? [The last word holds in his throat. Like churning fire, it bakes along the receiver. Dull now, but a possible threat for the future. The Sin tilts his head and through the recording, the jewel hanging from his ear chimes in.]
[A bell-toll for the wicked.] Eh- I don't doubt it. That temper of yours tends to get the better of you. Not that I blame you.
[He idly taps his foot.] As for Li, it depends on what you're looking for, exactly. Just tell him I sent you - [The former homunculus presses the flat of his boot into the chair's leg and with push, he slides it back into place.] In the meantime, I'll see what I can find out.
<redgrave>
It's going to be ugly.]
>dont worry
>im not the type to go off half cocked
>but if my suspicions are correct then i think weve got the right guy
[For all his recklessness there are a few rules even Dante won't break. He won't attack unannounced, and he won't go after someone he doesn't know without absolute certainty is guilty of whatever he's hunting them for. Once those requirements have been filled, however, all bets are off.]
>at the very least maybe he can point me where i need to go
>sword and hooves are all well and good
>but im feeling a little naked without my guns
[He misses his guns so much.]
<avaricious>
No, a little better than that, aren't you? [Not that he can entirely blame him. Death might be a fleeting thing in Ryslig, but that doesn't mean much. Greed touches the edge of the device again. The tips of his claws roll forward - their tune a light pat-pat-pat like the touch of a testing spider. No, even one is one too many and as his lips peel back, something wet answers on the edge of his mouth. Something hot, something putrid, and oh, oh.]
[Does something wicked this way come.]
Don't make it too messy. Better to get the information first. Whoever he is, it looks like he owes us a favor. [A favor meaning what? He doesn't say.]
[A long pause follows on his side of the line. The sound of moving leather, muffled fur, and the dull click, click, click of his heels says he's on the move. Where, for what, is anyone's guess.] Guns, huh. Eh- [The Sin's voice curls along the receiver's edge. A little further now, but not entirely out of reach.] I'll see if he's got anything. Tell him you work for me and he might not be such a pissant about it.
[That said, he gives the laptop a final squeeze. Nail to nail, he meets the plastic head on - causing it to whine and buckle under his hard-fast grip. To say the feeling is mutual is an understatement.]
[And if Dante's going on the hunt, it won't be long until he has some unsavory company.]
<redgrave>
But he's never been one to strike early. Better safe than sorry in his book.]
>dont worry
>i might be reckless but even i have some standards
>but you already knew that much
[Although the favor thing does catch his attention. That's a strange way of wording it, a favor? For what? But the subject switches again and now's not the time to follow up. He'll needle when he's seeing less red.]
>heh
>you got it
>guess ive got a lead to follow
[Oh he will be, and for a man who prefers to work alone this particular company isn't unwelcome. Out of all the demons that have dogged his shadow in the past, Greed's by far his favorite. An old friend he's only just met, the welcome whisper in the dark. They act like they've known each other forever, and perhaps in some ways they have.]