It certainly wasn't a ritzy establishment. All corrosion and decay, trash and treasures alike piled haphazardly alongside each other in the gluttonous belly of an insatiable beast. Still, even being aware he was very much surrounded by all things rot and corrosion, he was unbothered. Nothing seemed to trouble the angel, he had been through more than enough to know that for all the age this place carried it was only nature's rot that chewed it. Nothing here would tarnish his wings more than they already were. He'd aided the enemy, and not a single feather smoldered for his trouble.
At first he was going to refuse the offer, a ward that hid him only from Greed and his wouldn't be particularly useful, but to hide him from all the Sins? Well... how could he refuse such a gift? A powerful weapon in a war he'd planted himself firmly in the middle of, whether he liked it or not. All because he just couldn't stop himself from a little rebellion, a little chaos, and most of all... a little justice. Besides, this was a treat precisely up his alley. A sigil to hide him from sight? Exactly his wheelhouse. "Now, now, this hardly means you'll be rid of me," He mused, tone laced with amusement as he reached out to accept the offering. Greed might find it a risk, and it would be were he the type to double cross, but Murmur was most of all loyal.
He just didn't like to tell anyone that.
A breath of chilled air leaves him as the sigil takes hold, leaving him frozen for a moment while he works the thing into his own wards and sigils. Another layer of protection can never go astray. "I shall pretend I've not seen you at your worst, then," His tone quiet, though still amused. "Not that I find it particularly offensive." That's damn near a compliment from him, all things considered.
Once everything had settled and the strange moment had passed he shook himself out, feathers fluffing up as he did so.
"I think I'd rather have a cup of tea. That is, if you're not opposed to harboring a felon for a time?" It would give him a chance to make sure the wards were all firmly in place before any pursuers came their way. If everything worked out as planned, then this place was one of the safest from the holy host one could hope for.
A wheezing bark of a laugh shies out from the cloud, bringing with it all of his swill and dust. Of course, getting rid of Murmur couldn't be that easy. And would he really want it any other way? The Angel was a counterpoint of sorts; a kind of constant comfort that came strolling into his existence time and time again. Like a stray that wasn't a stray at all, or a playing beggar proving humanity's generosity. He was biblical test of sorts. And if that isn't the funniest fucking joke in the world.
With no need to hold up any sort of pretenses, he lets it all down. The ash falls; the cloud drops and scatters as quickly as rats in the drain. And in the center of it all? He's there. The living embodiment of avarice, twisted yet still similar enough that it couldn't be anyone else. The ring hovering about his head thorns itself with three, distinct spikes and while they circle each other in a haze of blackened and tarnished gold, the Sin's fanged mouth quirks.
"And here I thought it'd be easy to get rid of you. Proved me wrong again, handsome." Greed tilts his head, the weight of his horns half sagging him to the side. "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know that?" Where there had been vicious humor before, he's softer now. His defenses down and all of him out in the open, there's little to hide anymore. They've got all their cards out on the table: Murmur with his secrets, him with his.
And Lord, Lord, if this whole night isn't full of surprises.
The Sin's split eyes wander to the ceiling again and the lights throughout the basement immediately flick on to settle into their usual low dim. Greed pensively presses his tongue at the backsides of his elongated teeth. "When you put it that way, I'm sure we can work something out," he starts in and that smile of his speaks so much more volumes. It's sinister and slick; coy, yet thoughtful. Felony's just part of him, isn't it? And good friends, true friends, are always thicker than thieves.
Greed shifts, pockets his hands, and sinks comfortably into his shoulders. "I'll have to ask Roa about the tea. Not really my specialty." He waves sleepily at the air to usher away a few bits of soot. "As long as you don't mind being around them a bit longer, I can make something work. Can't promise some of 'em won't bother you through the night, though." The red lines carved into his face sweat gold only to fizzle out in the crooks and cracks of his horns.
"But I've got a spare room down the hall from mine. Third floor, convenient window, second best view in the place," Greed's feet shift while he walks. Talons first, bare feet next, then back to boots again. It will take a bit longer for the rest of him to settle, sure enough. However, the minor conveniences? Well, it's enough for now.
He saunters to the door frame and checks it. "Well shit, Bido does like you," he starts in with a whistle. Sure enough, the frame's been covered just as Murmur asked. As have every other possible entrance down in the basement.
"I'm sure he's waiting for you. Let's head up stairs and get you that drink."
Greed might not want to admit it, but if Murmur disappeared forever there would be a part of him that missed the feathery pain in his ass. Even if he does come and go as he damn well pleases and is absolutely not at all deferential. It would be weird if he were, would it not?
After giving himself a thorough shake to remove any stray soot from his feathers Murmur dismisses the wings unto wherever it is they hide when he's not showing off. The whole pack didn't need to know his secrets just yet, they still hadn't been tested. After ensuring his tattoos were back in hiding and he looked proper enough he'd turn to follow Greed back down the cluttered dim hallways. "I've told you to stop making assumptions about me, haven't I?" He chided, tone sing-song as he did, an amused lilt replacing his usual monotone. There was a reason he'd been so insistent, and that reason would persist despite Greed's best efforts. Blood angels were known to be unpredictable, and even cool-tempered Murmur was no exception.
"You would have me no other way."
It was just their dynamic. Greed needed someone to pull him out of trouble when he got in too deep, deeper than his cohorts could reach. In return he'd be frustrated and annoyed, because angels were just like that. Ever the light within the dark, for without one how could someone recognize the other? "I think it is more likely they who will be disturbed by my presence than the other way around." Demons didn't bother him, he'd met far more despicable beings than the lot Greed had drummed up. "Perhaps now that the imminent threat is tempered your pup will be calmer." Smarter? No, probably not, but perhaps less obnoxious.
He ponders the offered accommodations a moment. "Does the window open?" If so, it would be a very convenient perch. He could hop in and out at his leisure, no need for fancy hell gate doors. Trailing along behind, he also stops to inspect Bido's work, nodding in approval. He followed the directions well, that should buy them some time and give Murmur the breathing room to reinforce these wards with something a little more durable. "You think so? I simply assumed he was as interested in safeguarding his home as the rest." Offering a nod he pulls away from his inspection to return to following. Tea does sound lovely right about now.
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At first he was going to refuse the offer, a ward that hid him only from Greed and his wouldn't be particularly useful, but to hide him from all the Sins? Well... how could he refuse such a gift? A powerful weapon in a war he'd planted himself firmly in the middle of, whether he liked it or not. All because he just couldn't stop himself from a little rebellion, a little chaos, and most of all... a little justice. Besides, this was a treat precisely up his alley. A sigil to hide him from sight? Exactly his wheelhouse. "Now, now, this hardly means you'll be rid of me," He mused, tone laced with amusement as he reached out to accept the offering. Greed might find it a risk, and it would be were he the type to double cross, but Murmur was most of all loyal.
He just didn't like to tell anyone that.
A breath of chilled air leaves him as the sigil takes hold, leaving him frozen for a moment while he works the thing into his own wards and sigils. Another layer of protection can never go astray. "I shall pretend I've not seen you at your worst, then," His tone quiet, though still amused. "Not that I find it particularly offensive." That's damn near a compliment from him, all things considered.
Once everything had settled and the strange moment had passed he shook himself out, feathers fluffing up as he did so.
"I think I'd rather have a cup of tea. That is, if you're not opposed to harboring a felon for a time?" It would give him a chance to make sure the wards were all firmly in place before any pursuers came their way. If everything worked out as planned, then this place was one of the safest from the holy host one could hope for.
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With no need to hold up any sort of pretenses, he lets it all down. The ash falls; the cloud drops and scatters as quickly as rats in the drain. And in the center of it all? He's there. The living embodiment of avarice, twisted yet still similar enough that it couldn't be anyone else. The ring hovering about his head thorns itself with three, distinct spikes and while they circle each other in a haze of blackened and tarnished gold, the Sin's fanged mouth quirks.
"And here I thought it'd be easy to get rid of you. Proved me wrong again, handsome." Greed tilts his head, the weight of his horns half sagging him to the side. "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know that?" Where there had been vicious humor before, he's softer now. His defenses down and all of him out in the open, there's little to hide anymore. They've got all their cards out on the table: Murmur with his secrets, him with his.
And Lord, Lord, if this whole night isn't full of surprises.
The Sin's split eyes wander to the ceiling again and the lights throughout the basement immediately flick on to settle into their usual low dim. Greed pensively presses his tongue at the backsides of his elongated teeth. "When you put it that way, I'm sure we can work something out," he starts in and that smile of his speaks so much more volumes. It's sinister and slick; coy, yet thoughtful. Felony's just part of him, isn't it? And good friends, true friends, are always thicker than thieves.
Greed shifts, pockets his hands, and sinks comfortably into his shoulders. "I'll have to ask Roa about the tea. Not really my specialty." He waves sleepily at the air to usher away a few bits of soot. "As long as you don't mind being around them a bit longer, I can make something work. Can't promise some of 'em won't bother you through the night, though." The red lines carved into his face sweat gold only to fizzle out in the crooks and cracks of his horns.
"But I've got a spare room down the hall from mine. Third floor, convenient window, second best view in the place," Greed's feet shift while he walks. Talons first, bare feet next, then back to boots again. It will take a bit longer for the rest of him to settle, sure enough. However, the minor conveniences? Well, it's enough for now.
He saunters to the door frame and checks it. "Well shit, Bido does like you," he starts in with a whistle. Sure enough, the frame's been covered just as Murmur asked. As have every other possible entrance down in the basement.
"I'm sure he's waiting for you. Let's head up stairs and get you that drink."
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After giving himself a thorough shake to remove any stray soot from his feathers Murmur dismisses the wings unto wherever it is they hide when he's not showing off. The whole pack didn't need to know his secrets just yet, they still hadn't been tested. After ensuring his tattoos were back in hiding and he looked proper enough he'd turn to follow Greed back down the cluttered dim hallways. "I've told you to stop making assumptions about me, haven't I?" He chided, tone sing-song as he did, an amused lilt replacing his usual monotone. There was a reason he'd been so insistent, and that reason would persist despite Greed's best efforts. Blood angels were known to be unpredictable, and even cool-tempered Murmur was no exception.
"You would have me no other way."
It was just their dynamic. Greed needed someone to pull him out of trouble when he got in too deep, deeper than his cohorts could reach. In return he'd be frustrated and annoyed, because angels were just like that. Ever the light within the dark, for without one how could someone recognize the other? "I think it is more likely they who will be disturbed by my presence than the other way around." Demons didn't bother him, he'd met far more despicable beings than the lot Greed had drummed up. "Perhaps now that the imminent threat is tempered your pup will be calmer." Smarter? No, probably not, but perhaps less obnoxious.
He ponders the offered accommodations a moment. "Does the window open?" If so, it would be a very convenient perch. He could hop in and out at his leisure, no need for fancy hell gate doors. Trailing along behind, he also stops to inspect Bido's work, nodding in approval. He followed the directions well, that should buy them some time and give Murmur the breathing room to reinforce these wards with something a little more durable. "You think so? I simply assumed he was as interested in safeguarding his home as the rest." Offering a nod he pulls away from his inspection to return to following. Tea does sound lovely right about now.