The display of heat and rage didn't seem to trouble the angel much, though it was still very effective in causing their new pet to tremble with fear. He knew he was in deep, there wasn't any getting out of this now. Somehow he doubted running would do any good, and he still wasn't sure which one was worse: The demon who made his viciousness and rage clear, or the angel that was impossible to read but dangled him on a spider's web all the same. Who knew death would be so complicated?
At Greed's quip Murmur smirked faintly, offering him his most innocent look and a faint shrug. "Now I know I've told you before I don't do monkey work, Greed." Driving, apparently, counted as monkey work. "You really must start listening when I speak." He doesn't only do it for his own amusement, after all.
Just partly.
Chuckling at the Sin's retreating back he glances over at the human fumbling to adjust to his newfound lack of feeling. That will take some getting used to, and he better be quick about it. "Come along, do try to keep up." For this one he would have far less patience than he's had with the demon.
Over his shoulder, the Sin sweeps his hand with half-hearted wave. His fingers cock off to the side and a mix leftover smoke and his own, silky soot twirl together as sure as a gun in the after shot.
"Yeah, yeah. I heard you before," he hums as he spins his gaze downward to trace out their vehicle in question. It isn't his usual choice of car. The paint job's seen better years; its color and chrome faded and beaten by the cruel fist of the sun. He traces a faint line of steel trim running its body and as a thin, bone-colored blush of dust collects on his finger, the devil's smile charms right back into place. It takes very little for his attentions to wander. And where there had been rage, burning, now there's a venomous satisfaction.
Because he'll take what he's owed. He'll take what's his. And he'll take it just as the good book says. A pound of flesh adds up, after all.
Greed jerks the driver's side door open, making the springs inside it groan and croak like a casket, airy with age. "Well, c'mon, bring you little plaything so we can get a move on. Envy doesn't stay in one place for too long." He gives the door a none-too-subtle kick with his shoe if only to snap their human guide to the task at hand.
Truly, despite how much of a pain Murmur can be, that feeling? It's certainly mutual. And he's willing to follow his lead if it means he'll get his well-deserved payout.
Murmur had moved to follow after Greed, his pace unhurried and his demeanor unconcerned. They would find Envy, all in good time. Really all he needed was a starting point, the pet would get them there... even if he failed to get them there in time. The aforementioned man had spent some time scrabbling to pick up the key, fumbling it back to the floor more times than Murmur apparently found acceptable.
"Get moving!" He snapped, the previously heated air now shifting to a biting, cruel cold.
"You try pickin' things up when you can't feel your fingers..." The man was muttering, finally managing to paw the key into an awkward meaty hand.
"Be silent," Murmur gestured, clamping his fingers together like the closing of a mouth, and the man found himself gagging and gasping, unable to speak. Apparently he was already irritated by the complaints. "Drive, monkey." He nearly snarled, the cold causing delicate curls of ice to form on every surface before it finally subsided.
This was a side of Murmur Greed probably hadn't seen much. Evidently the angel was not beyond cruelty, and certainly had no grace left to give to one who had so willingly damned his soul. Especially for one who damned it over envy of all sins. For his part Murmur helped himself to the passenger seat, spending the time to level an expectant, judging stare at the now silent man shuffling to take his spot behind the wheel.
Coolly, the Sin plucks his fingers off the roof as he watches the ice crawl its way slowly up the car. He keeps the tips of his nails a hair's breath away; the distance of them more similar to that of a man, faintly mapping out a lover's gentle curves. Greed ticks one of his eyebrows curiously above the frames of his sunglasses. Out of the two of them, Murmur has always been the one a bit more kempt. A bit more put together, letting no one, no thing, get a glimpse of what truly lies beneath. So, seeing him snap? Even for a second?
Oh, oh, oh, can he not help but look.
The devil flashes a thin smile before opening one of the backdoors. A crisp sheet of chill snaps off the lip, sending a little dusting coughing to the ground like a short, snowy squall. "Might want to listen to him, friend," Greed tongues as he slides into the seats in the rear. He sprawls out one of his legs, slapping his heel against the center console with a solid thunk. "-even I haven't seen him like this before. Would be a lot easier on ya if you took his offer."
Settling in, he plants his elbows onto either side of the door, allowing him to spread out haphazardly in the back. With the small of his spine planted into a tight corner, the Sin tips his head towards the window. Immediately, the ice across the glass begins to drearily melt - his threat of heat, cooking it to trickles. Greed reaches into his vest. "Though, think that was taking it a bit far, huh? Don't tell me you're letting those emotions of yours take control, Mur," he purrs, chidingly. It's all a part of this whole thing they have. A little give, a little teasing, and plenty, oh plenty, of take, take, take.
The Sin strikes a match across the door's top trim, causing the tip of it to huff to a flame. For a second or two, he just watches it; the flick of fire, playing dim reflections in his shades. Finally though, he coaxes it to the end of a fresh cigarette and as the black paper peels away, it's gold that answers. Gold, rich and toxic.
He presses the crank down with his elbow to toss the match out the window. "Y'know, there'll be more of them once we get there. Don't think that little trick of yours is going to work." He shifts, arching his shoulders into the frame of his tight nook. "And Envy, ah well. I'm pretty sure they already have a good idea we're coming."
A thread of smoke tangles out of his nose, and the Sin's lips peel back. The warmth of the tobacco pillows behind his teeth. It sags on his tongue like a thunderhead - the thickness of it, solid. Heavy. Greed sighs, and a sheet of smog scrapes over his grin. "Think you can keep our friend here occupied while I say hello? Then, feel free to do whatever you want." Slurring, the Sin twists his wrist. Violence isn't his go-to, not usually. But this is a bit personal, isn't it? And given the angel's current temperament, well.
They tried not to make it messy from the start, didn't they?
Indeed, Murmur was ever slow to anger. Even in acts of violence, there was an unnerving disconnect between the action and his countenance. Calculating and brutal, he destroyed with efficiency, not passion. It was a mistake, however, to assume he was beyond emotion. The glacial angel moved through existence with measured purpose, the outer facade unchanging, belying that which lay buried deep within. When a crack formed, it festered, it worked and spread until finally...
A break. Then everything came falling down.
While utterly devastating and furious, one could battle a wildfire. An avalanche one simply had to hope to survive.
The man, now commanded to silence in such a way he had no hope of regaining his tongue until Murmur relented, merely shot Greed an irritated look, before glancing more nervously toward the chilly angel who was watching him pointedly out of the corner of his eye. Facing forward, stock still, eyes tracking his every move. It was terrifying, frankly. He'd always thought angels were supposed to be the good ones.
While Murmur didn't react immediately to Greed's chiding, the chill in the car did sharpen, but for a moment. A threat of winter's deepest chill, where even the hottest fire struggled to produce warmth. Rather than take his bite to Greed at the moment, he focused his attention on their unwilling driver.
"He knew the cost when he sold his soul. The window for buyer's remorse... has passed."
The man winced slightly, scowling but not daring meet the angel's narrowed eyes. Finally Murmur turned away, focusing his attention on the road before them. How long this trip was taking already irritated him. Most of the time he could be patient, but much like that tumbling building snow from a mountainside, now that he was angry he wasn't going to calm down until the situation had been resolved.
Permanently.
"The humans and their toys do not concern me," Murmur quipped, switching his attention to the sky above them. Behind them, a storm raged, chasing their wake with all of heaven's fury. Finally Murmur turned to level that icy venom-green gaze of his upon the sin. Generally, he didn't make direct eye contact, always looking just a little off to the middle distance past whoever he was talking to. When he focused, well... the object of his focus would understand why immediately. It didn't feel like one pair of eyes, or even two, but came with the sensation of being stared down and peeled apart under the scrutiny of countless eyes. This was the sensation Greed would experience now, under Murmur's pitiless stare.
"Do you presume I will be waiting in the car for you?"
His voice was calm, the thunder roiling overhead was not.
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At Greed's quip Murmur smirked faintly, offering him his most innocent look and a faint shrug. "Now I know I've told you before I don't do monkey work, Greed." Driving, apparently, counted as monkey work. "You really must start listening when I speak." He doesn't only do it for his own amusement, after all.
Just partly.
Chuckling at the Sin's retreating back he glances over at the human fumbling to adjust to his newfound lack of feeling. That will take some getting used to, and he better be quick about it. "Come along, do try to keep up." For this one he would have far less patience than he's had with the demon.
He actually likes the demon, after all.
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"Yeah, yeah. I heard you before," he hums as he spins his gaze downward to trace out their vehicle in question. It isn't his usual choice of car. The paint job's seen better years; its color and chrome faded and beaten by the cruel fist of the sun. He traces a faint line of steel trim running its body and as a thin, bone-colored blush of dust collects on his finger, the devil's smile charms right back into place. It takes very little for his attentions to wander. And where there had been rage, burning, now there's a venomous satisfaction.
Because he'll take what he's owed. He'll take what's his. And he'll take it just as the good book says. A pound of flesh adds up, after all.
Greed jerks the driver's side door open, making the springs inside it groan and croak like a casket, airy with age. "Well, c'mon, bring you little plaything so we can get a move on. Envy doesn't stay in one place for too long." He gives the door a none-too-subtle kick with his shoe if only to snap their human guide to the task at hand.
Truly, despite how much of a pain Murmur can be, that feeling? It's certainly mutual. And he's willing to follow his lead if it means he'll get his well-deserved payout.
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"Get moving!" He snapped, the previously heated air now shifting to a biting, cruel cold.
"You try pickin' things up when you can't feel your fingers..." The man was muttering, finally managing to paw the key into an awkward meaty hand.
"Be silent," Murmur gestured, clamping his fingers together like the closing of a mouth, and the man found himself gagging and gasping, unable to speak. Apparently he was already irritated by the complaints. "Drive, monkey." He nearly snarled, the cold causing delicate curls of ice to form on every surface before it finally subsided.
This was a side of Murmur Greed probably hadn't seen much. Evidently the angel was not beyond cruelty, and certainly had no grace left to give to one who had so willingly damned his soul. Especially for one who damned it over envy of all sins. For his part Murmur helped himself to the passenger seat, spending the time to level an expectant, judging stare at the now silent man shuffling to take his spot behind the wheel.
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Oh, oh, oh, can he not help but look.
The devil flashes a thin smile before opening one of the backdoors. A crisp sheet of chill snaps off the lip, sending a little dusting coughing to the ground like a short, snowy squall. "Might want to listen to him, friend," Greed tongues as he slides into the seats in the rear. He sprawls out one of his legs, slapping his heel against the center console with a solid thunk. "-even I haven't seen him like this before. Would be a lot easier on ya if you took his offer."
Settling in, he plants his elbows onto either side of the door, allowing him to spread out haphazardly in the back. With the small of his spine planted into a tight corner, the Sin tips his head towards the window. Immediately, the ice across the glass begins to drearily melt - his threat of heat, cooking it to trickles. Greed reaches into his vest. "Though, think that was taking it a bit far, huh? Don't tell me you're letting those emotions of yours take control, Mur," he purrs, chidingly. It's all a part of this whole thing they have. A little give, a little teasing, and plenty, oh plenty, of take, take, take.
The Sin strikes a match across the door's top trim, causing the tip of it to huff to a flame. For a second or two, he just watches it; the flick of fire, playing dim reflections in his shades. Finally though, he coaxes it to the end of a fresh cigarette and as the black paper peels away, it's gold that answers. Gold, rich and toxic.
He presses the crank down with his elbow to toss the match out the window. "Y'know, there'll be more of them once we get there. Don't think that little trick of yours is going to work." He shifts, arching his shoulders into the frame of his tight nook. "And Envy, ah well. I'm pretty sure they already have a good idea we're coming."
A thread of smoke tangles out of his nose, and the Sin's lips peel back. The warmth of the tobacco pillows behind his teeth. It sags on his tongue like a thunderhead - the thickness of it, solid. Heavy. Greed sighs, and a sheet of smog scrapes over his grin. "Think you can keep our friend here occupied while I say hello? Then, feel free to do whatever you want." Slurring, the Sin twists his wrist. Violence isn't his go-to, not usually. But this is a bit personal, isn't it? And given the angel's current temperament, well.
They tried not to make it messy from the start, didn't they?
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A break. Then everything came falling down.
While utterly devastating and furious, one could battle a wildfire. An avalanche one simply had to hope to survive.
The man, now commanded to silence in such a way he had no hope of regaining his tongue until Murmur relented, merely shot Greed an irritated look, before glancing more nervously toward the chilly angel who was watching him pointedly out of the corner of his eye. Facing forward, stock still, eyes tracking his every move. It was terrifying, frankly. He'd always thought angels were supposed to be the good ones.
While Murmur didn't react immediately to Greed's chiding, the chill in the car did sharpen, but for a moment. A threat of winter's deepest chill, where even the hottest fire struggled to produce warmth. Rather than take his bite to Greed at the moment, he focused his attention on their unwilling driver.
"He knew the cost when he sold his soul. The window for buyer's remorse... has passed."
The man winced slightly, scowling but not daring meet the angel's narrowed eyes. Finally Murmur turned away, focusing his attention on the road before them. How long this trip was taking already irritated him. Most of the time he could be patient, but much like that tumbling building snow from a mountainside, now that he was angry he wasn't going to calm down until the situation had been resolved.
Permanently.
"The humans and their toys do not concern me," Murmur quipped, switching his attention to the sky above them. Behind them, a storm raged, chasing their wake with all of heaven's fury. Finally Murmur turned to level that icy venom-green gaze of his upon the sin. Generally, he didn't make direct eye contact, always looking just a little off to the middle distance past whoever he was talking to. When he focused, well... the object of his focus would understand why immediately. It didn't feel like one pair of eyes, or even two, but came with the sensation of being stared down and peeled apart under the scrutiny of countless eyes. This was the sensation Greed would experience now, under Murmur's pitiless stare.
"Do you presume I will be waiting in the car for you?"
His voice was calm, the thunder roiling overhead was not.