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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, avaricious. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 012.07.333.07 *** avaricious has joined 018.07.154.55 <avaricious> ithsihoitiwrks ? <BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N -- <avaricious>thdvllsnst <avaricious> vdndrere

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>>avaricious has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01

[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.]