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nestingdevil) wrote2014-11-10 09:21 pm
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<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.]