heeeeeey greed, soooo funny story
remember that creepy red guy I was talking about?? the one u told me i should try to avoid???
turns out it's a lot harder than i thought it'd be!! lol
but dont worry, i was way more aggressive this time. i probably couldve gone claws out, but then he whipped out this ugly little flier and i kind of felt sorry for the guy and decided to hear him out
turns out he has a little radio station and he asked me to ask YOU if you'd be interested in buying ad time for the nest. he might SUCK, but getting the word out doesnt hurt, right?
...he also asked me and vel to audition, and now that i think about it??? i prooooobably should've questioned how he knew so much stuff about me. i keep forgetting im not famous anymore, knowing that kinda stuff should be weird, right????
aaaanyway, i'll attach this hot mess and leave it up to u! see you laterrr <3
ATTACHMENT:
graphicdesignismypassion.img
remember that creepy red guy I was talking about?? the one u told me i should try to avoid???
turns out it's a lot harder than i thought it'd be!! lol
but dont worry, i was way more aggressive this time. i probably couldve gone claws out, but then he whipped out this ugly little flier and i kind of felt sorry for the guy and decided to hear him out
turns out he has a little radio station and he asked me to ask YOU if you'd be interested in buying ad time for the nest. he might SUCK, but getting the word out doesnt hurt, right?
...he also asked me and vel to audition, and now that i think about it??? i prooooobably should've questioned how he knew so much stuff about me. i keep forgetting im not famous anymore, knowing that kinda stuff should be weird, right????
aaaanyway, i'll attach this hot mess and leave it up to u! see you laterrr <3
ATTACHMENT:
graphicdesignismypassion.img
is that right ? glad you could keep it ciivil. not need to make it messy if ya dont have to
[It takes a bit for him to figure out just how to look at the image. But when he does? Oh, oh: does that pique his interest.]
me huh? guess word's got out abut opening night. havent even met the guy yet. how much was he askin for?
[Nevermind that this Alastor, whoever he is, seems to have his connections. He can appreciate a man like that.]
wouldnt hurt but keep certain things to yourself hmn? information's just as good as money. sometimes moreso. better to not give it all away for free dont ya think?
but i'll see how much he's askin'. could end up workig well for us
[It takes a bit for him to figure out just how to look at the image. But when he does? Oh, oh: does that pique his interest.]
me huh? guess word's got out abut opening night. havent even met the guy yet. how much was he askin for?
[Nevermind that this Alastor, whoever he is, seems to have his connections. He can appreciate a man like that.]
wouldnt hurt but keep certain things to yourself hmn? information's just as good as money. sometimes moreso. better to not give it all away for free dont ya think?
but i'll see how much he's askin'. could end up workig well for us
well i dooooo like money, so i suppose i can keep my mouth shut~~
but i did good? u really like this?? yay veneer??
but i did good? u really like this?? yay veneer??
nothings free in ths world or the next ven. always keep that in mind huh ? dont let someone try to tell ya otherwise
? of course ya did good. pretty smart of ya to find a way to work with the guy. makes things a lot mor simple especilly if we end up workin with him
? of course ya did good. pretty smart of ya to find a way to work with the guy. makes things a lot mor simple especilly if we end up workin with him
why wouldnt i? you relly gotta learn to trust me a bit. i told you i make it a point not t lie
YOURE RIGHT, you are SO right, im sorry u totally said that before
its just no ones ever called me that before lmaooooo
ill keep trying
its just no ones ever called me that before lmaooooo
ill keep trying
i am arent i? an why are you sayin youre sorry? just keep it in mind thats all
no one ? first tim e for everything i guess. but im pretty surpised your sisterr hasnt said anythin before now
[Who knows. Sibling relationships are a bit more complicated, aren't they?]
there ya go. and if ya see anythin else like this bring it to me first would ya?
no one ? first tim e for everything i guess. but im pretty surpised your sisterr hasnt said anythin before now
[Who knows. Sibling relationships are a bit more complicated, aren't they?]
there ya go. and if ya see anythin else like this bring it to me first would ya?
vel...doesnt really compliment me with her words
but!! no prob <33 that's my plan, anyway!! just consider me ur cute little info fetcher. kinda like a dog i guess but waaaaay more stylish
but!! no prob <33 that's my plan, anyway!! just consider me ur cute little info fetcher. kinda like a dog i guess but waaaaay more stylish
thats a shame
youre more than just that veneer but i cant denyits a useful trait of yours. one of mine from before here - he was actlly part dog. bt unlike you he wouldnt know style if it hithim in the face
[Sorry Dolcetto.]
youre more than just that veneer but i cant denyits a useful trait of yours. one of mine from before here - he was actlly part dog. bt unlike you he wouldnt know style if it hithim in the face
[Sorry Dolcetto.]
oohhh! so you've always been a big animal lover!!
[Aww, boss has a soft spot, that's cuuute. And a GREAT distraction. If Greed keeps saying all these nice things about him, he might explode.]
well if he ever shows up, just throw him our way! ...i mean a part of me WANTS to say cuz im nice enough to give free makeovers, but im not gonna lie, i also cant work alongside fashion disasters. ew.
[Aww, boss has a soft spot, that's cuuute. And a GREAT distraction. If Greed keeps saying all these nice things about him, he might explode.]
well if he ever shows up, just throw him our way! ...i mean a part of me WANTS to say cuz im nice enough to give free makeovers, but im not gonna lie, i also cant work alongside fashion disasters. ew.
sure you could say that though with him it wasa little more complicated. sort of. ah it doesnt matter
[He's going to skip over the rest of the details. No need to get into it.]
ha! he might fight ya on that one veneer. but if he does showup i;ll make sure to send him your way
[And it's better to think of the possibilities than dwell on that particular subject.]
[He's going to skip over the rest of the details. No need to get into it.]
ha! he might fight ya on that one veneer. but if he does showup i;ll make sure to send him your way
[And it's better to think of the possibilities than dwell on that particular subject.]
[This has been a pretty stupid night.
Even Velvet has to admit, maybe, a little tiny bit, that she's maybe, just maybe, fucked up a tiny little bit somewhere in the past few hours. Mostly, she's fucked up by leaving her key in Veneer's room, in her head. But really, she's fucked up a lot, and even if she doesn't want to admit that at all actually, there's a tiny, awful little feeling pulling at the back of her mind.
Velvet doesn't have much of anyone to confide fears to— no, she does, people would listen, but Velvet doesn't confide fear, let alone rarely feels it. So it's surprising even to her that after she's hung up on Angel and swapped a few texts with Val, she actually clicks through when she sees Greed's name on the directory.]
quick q
are you busy?
Even Velvet has to admit, maybe, a little tiny bit, that she's maybe, just maybe, fucked up a tiny little bit somewhere in the past few hours. Mostly, she's fucked up by leaving her key in Veneer's room, in her head. But really, she's fucked up a lot, and even if she doesn't want to admit that at all actually, there's a tiny, awful little feeling pulling at the back of her mind.
Velvet doesn't have much of anyone to confide fears to— no, she does, people would listen, but Velvet doesn't confide fear, let alone rarely feels it. So it's surprising even to her that after she's hung up on Angel and swapped a few texts with Val, she actually clicks through when she sees Greed's name on the directory.]
quick q
are you busy?
[He's deep in the 'Nest's basement when he sees the phone light up; its blue-white ping a stark contrast to the dim, barely working lamp hanging in the center of the room. Greed wipes his palms on his thighs before grabbing the device off the nearest crate he tossed it onto.]
[Huh.]
not rreally. just finishin some wiring in the basment [He'll skip the fact the he may or may not have been electrocuted twice in the process.] why you got somthin in mind?
[Huh.]
not rreally. just finishin some wiring in the basment [He'll skip the fact the he may or may not have been electrocuted twice in the process.] why you got somthin in mind?
mi ght be pretty boring for your tastes bt who am i to deny you?
let yourslf in. kam's covering the front but ive already let her know about ya
ah and dont worry if the powr goes out for a second. this whole thing's a mess
let yourslf in. kam's covering the front but ive already let her know about ya
ah and dont worry if the powr goes out for a second. this whole thing's a mess
cool
[Velvet waits a good.... three and a half minutes to enter to make it kind of sort of look like she wasn't waiting around nearby. She notes, to her own chagrin, that Veneer will probably rather like Kamora, once she's seen her, and it's with that same pouty energy that she opens the door to the basement, calling out as she does;]
Hey. Are you still down here?
[Velvet waits a good.... three and a half minutes to enter to make it kind of sort of look like she wasn't waiting around nearby. She notes, to her own chagrin, that Veneer will probably rather like Kamora, once she's seen her, and it's with that same pouty energy that she opens the door to the basement, calling out as she does;]
Hey. Are you still down here?
[For a second, it's a bit quiet. The pipes sigh sleepily behind the walls, a few of the pink and rose-colored lights shudder down to a soft hum.]
[But all that goes out the window as something switches, and a loud zzzt of electricity buzzes off in the basement.]
Oi, now why did you have to do that? [Greed's voice hammers from downstairs, and another hiss shoots off, making the power throb bright before settling again.] There, wasn't that hard, right?
[When he hears Velvet, the Sin hollers from deep down.] Yeah, still here! Watch your step when you're coming down, all right?
[But all that goes out the window as something switches, and a loud zzzt of electricity buzzes off in the basement.]
Oi, now why did you have to do that? [Greed's voice hammers from downstairs, and another hiss shoots off, making the power throb bright before settling again.] There, wasn't that hard, right?
[When he hears Velvet, the Sin hollers from deep down.] Yeah, still here! Watch your step when you're coming down, all right?
Mmmhm!
[Her footsteps must sound stompy coming down the steps; the shoes she grabbed were indeed still heels. She crouches down at the bottom of the stairs, taking a seat right there.
She's not convinced she looks her best, so it's better to lay low— but she's perfectly ready to get to talking, at least.]
So, do you like, do electrician stuff often?
[Her footsteps must sound stompy coming down the steps; the shoes she grabbed were indeed still heels. She crouches down at the bottom of the stairs, taking a seat right there.
She's not convinced she looks her best, so it's better to lay low— but she's perfectly ready to get to talking, at least.]
So, do you like, do electrician stuff often?
[Unlike the rest of the 'Nest, the basement is mostly dark; the small, overhead lamps briefly lighting up mere glimpses of the deep below. Empty doorframes gape drearily in the dusk, a couple of crates and cans litter the corners like time capsules of a different era. Greed's vest hangs atop one of the boxes - his sunglasses and a pack of crumpled cigarettes nestled deep in the fur.]
[But it's as the old saying goes: the devil is never, truly very far.]
[A pair of red dots blare from one of the rooms further towards the back. Against the shadow of a doorway, they take on a look like hot embers; something burning in the night, fuming, to chase away the gloom. Greed reaches his hand out and wraps it around the frame.] No, not usually. That was Roa's job. [He charms back and as he pulls himself into the limelight, the red in his eyes blinks away again. A figment, lost to the dark's constant tricks.]
[The Sin rubs the back of his head. Smears of soot lick up his face, his hands, his neck. He's been busy.] Probably why it's taking me a lot longer. The big guy knew his way around all this shit. [He drops his arm boneless(ly) to his side.] Don't suppose you've got some hidden talent for wiring, do ya? [He says it with a smile that's entirely genuine. He doesn't expect Velvet to have that in her bag of tricks, but it never hurts to ask, right?]
[Greed ushers away the idea with his hands.] Ehh, never mind. What can I do for you tonight, Vel?
[But it's as the old saying goes: the devil is never, truly very far.]
[A pair of red dots blare from one of the rooms further towards the back. Against the shadow of a doorway, they take on a look like hot embers; something burning in the night, fuming, to chase away the gloom. Greed reaches his hand out and wraps it around the frame.] No, not usually. That was Roa's job. [He charms back and as he pulls himself into the limelight, the red in his eyes blinks away again. A figment, lost to the dark's constant tricks.]
[The Sin rubs the back of his head. Smears of soot lick up his face, his hands, his neck. He's been busy.] Probably why it's taking me a lot longer. The big guy knew his way around all this shit. [He drops his arm boneless(ly) to his side.] Don't suppose you've got some hidden talent for wiring, do ya? [He says it with a smile that's entirely genuine. He doesn't expect Velvet to have that in her bag of tricks, but it never hurts to ask, right?]
[Greed ushers away the idea with his hands.] Ehh, never mind. What can I do for you tonight, Vel?
[Velvet watches Greed move, almost captivated. He's even more alien to her than most humans, and sometimes looks like he truly belongs in this hell. Like it was made just for him.
And then sometimes, he's covered in soot. Velvet's brow creases in confusion, but Greed seems alright, so...]
Enh, the only hidden talent I have for you is pulling teeth.
[She jokes, then shakes her head, leaning her chin into her palm (totally not a convenient way to cover her newly-gilded-tooth with her fingers).]
I didn't think I needed a reason to come see you, though.
And then sometimes, he's covered in soot. Velvet's brow creases in confusion, but Greed seems alright, so...]
Enh, the only hidden talent I have for you is pulling teeth.
[She jokes, then shakes her head, leaning her chin into her palm (totally not a convenient way to cover her newly-gilded-tooth with her fingers).]
I didn't think I needed a reason to come see you, though.
Yeah? [He waltzes by the box with his vest and plucks the pack of cigarettes from the fur collar.] Funny, didn't take ya for the sort. What, you've got some experience with medical stuff?
[Greed shakes out a smoke. He tosses it into the corner of his mouth a second later and his other hand flips out a matchbox from his back pocket; its contents rattling as bare as bones.]
[He pauses.] Ah, right. Probably not a good idea to do this in front of you, huh? [He levels the matches between two of his fingers.] C'mon, let's head up top. Don't need to ruin your voice before opening day. [Greed motions towards the stairs, but pauses at the foot of them when she continues.]
[Now, that's a thing to say.]
No, you never need a reason. [The Sin's watching her now. He has no idea what's happened: the deals, the fights, the bitterness.] I'd never deny your company, Vel. Just figured you'd be a bit too busy making a name for yourself to just stop by.
[He drops a hand, spreading his fingers. It's a silent gesture; a wordless offer:]
["Why don't you come along with me, then?"]
[Greed shakes out a smoke. He tosses it into the corner of his mouth a second later and his other hand flips out a matchbox from his back pocket; its contents rattling as bare as bones.]
[He pauses.] Ah, right. Probably not a good idea to do this in front of you, huh? [He levels the matches between two of his fingers.] C'mon, let's head up top. Don't need to ruin your voice before opening day. [Greed motions towards the stairs, but pauses at the foot of them when she continues.]
[Now, that's a thing to say.]
No, you never need a reason. [The Sin's watching her now. He has no idea what's happened: the deals, the fights, the bitterness.] I'd never deny your company, Vel. Just figured you'd be a bit too busy making a name for yourself to just stop by.
[He drops a hand, spreading his fingers. It's a silent gesture; a wordless offer:]
["Why don't you come along with me, then?"]
[Even out of the darkness, Greed moves so differently. It doesn't matter what kind of being he is— human or otherwise— it's that confidence like he knows just what he is at all times, and never has to apologize for it.
What is his secret, she wonders? What makes a person feel that way, entirely, confidently, to their very core? That Greed never has to lie about who or what he is or what he does? She's jealous of it.
She reaches up and toward him, taking his hand, using it to pull herself up and toward him.]
My name makes itself,
[She insists, putting on a cool smile, newly-gilded tooth glimmering in the reflections of neon.]
So I'm never too busy for you.
[The emphasis is on You. Greed is different, and in a way she wants him to know this, wants him to have some little bit of power over that, wants him to hold it like she's given him something secret. Trust. Admiration. Jealousy. A special little place in her heart once occupied by just her brother, but still compartmentalized and controlled— and yet that manages to wrench a bit of truth from her.]
I wanted to see you.
What is his secret, she wonders? What makes a person feel that way, entirely, confidently, to their very core? That Greed never has to lie about who or what he is or what he does? She's jealous of it.
She reaches up and toward him, taking his hand, using it to pull herself up and toward him.]
My name makes itself,
[She insists, putting on a cool smile, newly-gilded tooth glimmering in the reflections of neon.]
So I'm never too busy for you.
[The emphasis is on You. Greed is different, and in a way she wants him to know this, wants him to have some little bit of power over that, wants him to hold it like she's given him something secret. Trust. Admiration. Jealousy. A special little place in her heart once occupied by just her brother, but still compartmentalized and controlled— and yet that manages to wrench a bit of truth from her.]
I wanted to see you.
["I wanted to see you."]
[It's funny in a way: how they made it here. How a night on the town, fresh out of a promise of nothing, could bring them together so simply. Velvet was his first in the grand scheme of things. The first to say yes, the first to take his offer without a single hint of hesitation. Greed helps her upright with little effort; his half-hooded eyes like smoke trailing a long, sleepless night.]
It does. You know how to grab the lights and bring 'em all to ya. That's all a part of the show. [The Sin lets go of her hand to sink his thumb into the lip of his pants.] Met a few like you over the years. People who made the whole world their stage. You can see them a million miles away. [They had been different than Velvet in the fact that they'd been human. And with that humanity came a time limit. Sure, they'd make their mark on the world, leave their names to the history books. But it ended there, didn't it? The days, the months, the years passing them by with only their names and songs as ghosts to remember them.]
[The former homunculus begins heading up the stairs.] Couldn't help but notice that you've added a little bit since the last time we saw each other. [Clueless about the situation, he's still all sharp smiles as he spins his wrist casually at his side.] Did you do that yourself? It's not too bad. Kind of reminds of someone else I've met.
[He doesn't put the pieces together. Angel has a gold tooth too, but that could just be a celebrity thing. A trend to keep up with the pace.]
[Greed makes it to the top step with a soft clp of his heels.] Never been too good at keeping up with certain trends myself. Always just go with what I want at the time. [Which often puts him at odds with society's norms. Not that it seems to matter in Hell: he fits right in.]
[It's funny in a way: how they made it here. How a night on the town, fresh out of a promise of nothing, could bring them together so simply. Velvet was his first in the grand scheme of things. The first to say yes, the first to take his offer without a single hint of hesitation. Greed helps her upright with little effort; his half-hooded eyes like smoke trailing a long, sleepless night.]
It does. You know how to grab the lights and bring 'em all to ya. That's all a part of the show. [The Sin lets go of her hand to sink his thumb into the lip of his pants.] Met a few like you over the years. People who made the whole world their stage. You can see them a million miles away. [They had been different than Velvet in the fact that they'd been human. And with that humanity came a time limit. Sure, they'd make their mark on the world, leave their names to the history books. But it ended there, didn't it? The days, the months, the years passing them by with only their names and songs as ghosts to remember them.]
[The former homunculus begins heading up the stairs.] Couldn't help but notice that you've added a little bit since the last time we saw each other. [Clueless about the situation, he's still all sharp smiles as he spins his wrist casually at his side.] Did you do that yourself? It's not too bad. Kind of reminds of someone else I've met.
[He doesn't put the pieces together. Angel has a gold tooth too, but that could just be a celebrity thing. A trend to keep up with the pace.]
[Greed makes it to the top step with a soft clp of his heels.] Never been too good at keeping up with certain trends myself. Always just go with what I want at the time. [Which often puts him at odds with society's norms. Not that it seems to matter in Hell: he fits right in.]
[Ugh, she knew he was going to notice sooner or later, but Velvet didn't count on feeling so guilty about it. Between scolding Val and screaming at Angel she's maybe starting to think that I don't make mistakes comment she made before is more of a lie than she thought it was.
She lies all the time, but Greed never has to. It makes a part of her want to be more truthful, but it's a part she doesn't really trust yet. Still— she follows him, watching his hands, that are so different than hers and from a human's. (And why is that so interesting?)]
You mean Angel, right?
[A dissatisfied sigh.]
I got a second job, but it turns out that some people have a weird idea for what counts as a uniform.
So, yeah, I guess he and I match, now.
She lies all the time, but Greed never has to. It makes a part of her want to be more truthful, but it's a part she doesn't really trust yet. Still— she follows him, watching his hands, that are so different than hers and from a human's. (And why is that so interesting?)]
You mean Angel, right?
[A dissatisfied sigh.]
I got a second job, but it turns out that some people have a weird idea for what counts as a uniform.
So, yeah, I guess he and I match, now.
[Greed sweeps through and into the main part of the bar. With no one else around and Kamora off to who-knows-where, the building takes on a sleepy feeling. Rinses of neon and browned, tobacco-sticky lights hang above them; their buzzing filling the quiet with a soft hum of a working electrical box.]
[It's these hours that are usually a bit more personal, and tonight's no exception. The Sin cups his smoke with two of his hands and strikes a match on the back of his heel just as she drops that particular bit of information. And the pieces (some of them anyway) gradually come together.]
["Yeah mean Angel, right? ... I guess he and I match, now."]
[The match burns dangerously between his claws, threatening to eat at his skin before he brings it silently to the tip of his cigarette. A couple of brisk, ticking sucks at the corner of his mouth lights it. Life, he's found, never comes without a catch or two. And his, well - they've always been on the raw side of it, haven't they? Even here, in this afterlife, that fact hasn't changed. Each of them has their own story for sure, but that doesn't mean a certain pattern hasn't emerged. A pattern he'll always follow, always run his fingers on, to chase it down, down, down.]
[Because his are just the type. The outcasts, the freaks, the underdogs consistently finding themselves right on the fault line of things.]
[Greed drops the match and crushes it with his heel.] Let me guess - the guy's name is Valentino, right? [He leaves his back exposed to Velvet, yet his tone: it's much more hushed than before; like freon leaking out of a broken line. He isn't mad, no. But he's thinking, weighing the options. Everything Angel's said about the man doesn't paint him in a good light, and their brief conversation on the network had been all sharp smiles and sharper promises.]
[The Sin pinches his smoke between two of his fingers to pull it out of his mouth and drop it by the side of his leg. He waves a hand over his shoulder.] Sit with me a second, huh? I'm not mad. [He offers Velvet the lightest of smiles and ah, does it show his age. Not in wrinkles or grays, oh no. But in those eyes of his. The way they seem to look right through her, reading her soul, seeing her price, in the shadow of the door.] I told you before. Whatever you do with your life is your choice. I'm not about to get in the way of that. But I think we should get a plan together in case things turn ugly.
[It's these hours that are usually a bit more personal, and tonight's no exception. The Sin cups his smoke with two of his hands and strikes a match on the back of his heel just as she drops that particular bit of information. And the pieces (some of them anyway) gradually come together.]
["Yeah mean Angel, right? ... I guess he and I match, now."]
[The match burns dangerously between his claws, threatening to eat at his skin before he brings it silently to the tip of his cigarette. A couple of brisk, ticking sucks at the corner of his mouth lights it. Life, he's found, never comes without a catch or two. And his, well - they've always been on the raw side of it, haven't they? Even here, in this afterlife, that fact hasn't changed. Each of them has their own story for sure, but that doesn't mean a certain pattern hasn't emerged. A pattern he'll always follow, always run his fingers on, to chase it down, down, down.]
[Because his are just the type. The outcasts, the freaks, the underdogs consistently finding themselves right on the fault line of things.]
[Greed drops the match and crushes it with his heel.] Let me guess - the guy's name is Valentino, right? [He leaves his back exposed to Velvet, yet his tone: it's much more hushed than before; like freon leaking out of a broken line. He isn't mad, no. But he's thinking, weighing the options. Everything Angel's said about the man doesn't paint him in a good light, and their brief conversation on the network had been all sharp smiles and sharper promises.]
[The Sin pinches his smoke between two of his fingers to pull it out of his mouth and drop it by the side of his leg. He waves a hand over his shoulder.] Sit with me a second, huh? I'm not mad. [He offers Velvet the lightest of smiles and ah, does it show his age. Not in wrinkles or grays, oh no. But in those eyes of his. The way they seem to look right through her, reading her soul, seeing her price, in the shadow of the door.] I told you before. Whatever you do with your life is your choice. I'm not about to get in the way of that. But I think we should get a plan together in case things turn ugly.
[He's being so serious, and so calm. She can't lash back out at him the way she did Veneer or Angel, because he hasn't lashed out at all. Greed is just calm, cool, as usual, and— serious.
The defensiveness still comes, bubbling out as a—]
I— I was just gonna use him—
[But then it hits her—
use him for what? She'd have to give context, wouldn't she?
She is made of lies and she has lied and lied and lied and not prepared for this particular one. No— what she didn't prepare for was finding someone it didn't feel good to lie to, and in doing so be faced with the truth herself.
She is delusional, but not without limits. Unfortunately those limits come with a need to defend herself from things Greed hasn't said— hasn't so much as even implied. In rare form, she babbles almost like her brother, when usually he's the one modelling her.]
I didn't know he was— I mean, I'm not stupid, I'm going to come up with a plan— I— I had a plan, actually! And I know that— that Angel and Veneer think I can't do it, but I had! A plan!
[Even her fur bristles; the normally unphased Velvet is clearly distressed. But it's not Greed she's forming a defense against, of course— it's the voice of defeat in her own head, taking the shape of two people whose opinions she's come to value more than she's ready to admit.]
The defensiveness still comes, bubbling out as a—]
I— I was just gonna use him—
[But then it hits her—
use him for what? She'd have to give context, wouldn't she?
She is made of lies and she has lied and lied and lied and not prepared for this particular one. No— what she didn't prepare for was finding someone it didn't feel good to lie to, and in doing so be faced with the truth herself.
She is delusional, but not without limits. Unfortunately those limits come with a need to defend herself from things Greed hasn't said— hasn't so much as even implied. In rare form, she babbles almost like her brother, when usually he's the one modelling her.]
I didn't know he was— I mean, I'm not stupid, I'm going to come up with a plan— I— I had a plan, actually! And I know that— that Angel and Veneer think I can't do it, but I had! A plan!
[Even her fur bristles; the normally unphased Velvet is clearly distressed. But it's not Greed she's forming a defense against, of course— it's the voice of defeat in her own head, taking the shape of two people whose opinions she's come to value more than she's ready to admit.]
[Greed takes a seat on the leather sofa in the corner, swinging one of his legs over the other to let his foot hang off the cliff of his knee. He gestures to another couch nearby; the cigarette in his hand burning away the awkward seconds.] Sit. [He says. It isn't so much an order, but an ordered suggestion. He can't, won't, stop her if she decides to ditch him right then and there.]
[And she still very well could. But part of him, a small part he tries to ignore, hopes that it won't come to that.]
[The Sin brings his hand to his face, smothering his mouth with his fingers as he takes in the nicotine as hard as he can; the scorch of it, a mild distraction.] Were you? Did he promise you everything with all that fucking sweet talk? You're not that dense, Velvet. [It sounds harsher than he means, but it's honest.] I know you're going to come up with something, but that something may come a little too late. I want you to be ready for it. [He throws his elbow over the arm of the couch to ash his cigarette to the floor.]
[He's seen this story a thousand times over, and he knows how it ends. There's no fairy-tale singalong to close it out, no knight to come rescue the damsel from the dragon. Far from it. Rather, it'll be told in bruises that never quite get a chance to heal, lips that are always and forever cracked down the middle, tears cried lonely in the middle of the night. It's not his world, yet the rules haven't changed.]
[And sometimes he knows that, even without him or his siblings, the mortal lot can make their own monsters.]
[For a second, the Sin forgets about his smoke.] I had a plan once too, Velvet. But that didn't matter. Eventually, things caught up with me, too. [His lips force themselves into a smile, albeit small in comparison to his usual.] It took nearly 100 years, but it still caught up with me. What makes you think you'll be an exception?
[And she still very well could. But part of him, a small part he tries to ignore, hopes that it won't come to that.]
[The Sin brings his hand to his face, smothering his mouth with his fingers as he takes in the nicotine as hard as he can; the scorch of it, a mild distraction.] Were you? Did he promise you everything with all that fucking sweet talk? You're not that dense, Velvet. [It sounds harsher than he means, but it's honest.] I know you're going to come up with something, but that something may come a little too late. I want you to be ready for it. [He throws his elbow over the arm of the couch to ash his cigarette to the floor.]
[He's seen this story a thousand times over, and he knows how it ends. There's no fairy-tale singalong to close it out, no knight to come rescue the damsel from the dragon. Far from it. Rather, it'll be told in bruises that never quite get a chance to heal, lips that are always and forever cracked down the middle, tears cried lonely in the middle of the night. It's not his world, yet the rules haven't changed.]
[And sometimes he knows that, even without him or his siblings, the mortal lot can make their own monsters.]
[For a second, the Sin forgets about his smoke.] I had a plan once too, Velvet. But that didn't matter. Eventually, things caught up with me, too. [His lips force themselves into a smile, albeit small in comparison to his usual.] It took nearly 100 years, but it still caught up with me. What makes you think you'll be an exception?
[Velvet sits when commanded. She isn't threatened, but she is thrown off. Still, if she didn't want to sit, she wouldn't. If she didn't want to stay and listen, she wouldn't. But the fear is catching up to her, and the Velvet that doesn't trust anyone but her brother doesn't have her brother at her back this time. She wants, she wants, she wants, and she wants to trust Greed.
But all of the responses Velvet can give to his question, she already knows the response to.
I've done it before.
And it blew up right at the last minute.
I thought I wanted it more.
More than a guy named Greed? Try again.
I'm different.
She's not. That's the whole problem. She's just like every other Rageon, a nobody, a nothing, trying to make something out of stolen talent.
Velvet feels like a child, but not so much scolded. This is worse. Greed's voice isn't judging her like Veneer and Angel's, and that just makes it easier to push her own judgement on herself.]
...He didn't promise anything like that. Or— I mean, I don't believe him, I just needed his magic.
[She says it like she has to pull it out of herself, twisting the handle of her bag between her fingers, staring at the floor like there's nothing better to look at than what's under her feet.]
I lied to him to get what I wanted.
[Nobody believes her, either, she's sure. She's having trouble believing herself.]
But all of the responses Velvet can give to his question, she already knows the response to.
I've done it before.
And it blew up right at the last minute.
I thought I wanted it more.
More than a guy named Greed? Try again.
I'm different.
She's not. That's the whole problem. She's just like every other Rageon, a nobody, a nothing, trying to make something out of stolen talent.
Velvet feels like a child, but not so much scolded. This is worse. Greed's voice isn't judging her like Veneer and Angel's, and that just makes it easier to push her own judgement on herself.]
...He didn't promise anything like that. Or— I mean, I don't believe him, I just needed his magic.
[She says it like she has to pull it out of herself, twisting the handle of her bag between her fingers, staring at the floor like there's nothing better to look at than what's under her feet.]
I lied to him to get what I wanted.
[Nobody believes her, either, she's sure. She's having trouble believing herself.]
[Still, that's what he is. Still and quiet with only the pricks of his eyes giving anything away. He's like a viper, waiting it out; a cold-blooded creature feeling the air, her tension, and deciding what, exactly, is the right course of action.]
[If he comes on too harsh, she'll bolt. If he says nothing, it'll sit in that core of his, that demanding core, scratching and clawing inside his skull until it festers and rots into something he doesn't want. And hasn't he always been so selfish? So self-satisfying?]
[Unfortunately, there's nothing satisfying about any of this. And while Velvet tries to wring the neck of her bag, another clump of ash falls from his cigarette, bringing him right back into reality - the drop of it like an hourglass reminding him that time (for others) is such a precious, fleeting thing.]
["...He didn't promise anything like that. Or— I mean, I don't believe him, I just needed his magic."]
[Greed's mouth furrows to a short line.] He didn't? I find that hard to believe. [He hasn't met Valentino in person, but their brief interaction on the network, along with Angel's hinting stories, were enough to give him a good idea of the man. The Sin takes one last drag off his cigarette before he's suddenly upright - his body moving with a swiftness that's less slick and more predatory.]
[He leans over a coffee table shoved between him and Velvet and stamps the butt of his smoke in an ashtray.] You don't have to explain it to me. You lied to get what you want. What, do you think you're the first one of mine who's done that before? [The smear he leaves in the tray is angry in an entirely different way. Bitter may be a better word for it - the black pitch striking short and sticky in the bottom of the bowl.]
[The former homunculus hushes the last dregs of nicotine out from his nose.] I haven't met him, but we've talked. Didn't strike me as the kind of guy to give something away. [And there, there, there's that snake striking out at nothing and going for its own tail. The Sin's voice is rough, growling, but the feeling isn't for Velvet.]
[Greed makes quick work of whatever personal bubble they have going on and his heels beat off the floorboards like gunshots.] He made you an offer you couldn't turn down. Something so good for something so little. Is that it? [He's in front of her now. A looming shadow, a monster, hanging like a nightmare in the closet. Yet, nothing happens. He doesn't touch her, doesn't get too close, doesn't even try. Instead, the former homunculus drops into a crouch.]
[He points at the inner part of his thigh first, trying to get her attention.] If you need to do a lot of damage, you're going to want to start here - [Talking, he runs his claws up the inside of his thigh, mapping out a killer's point of anatomy.] - get in deep enough and he'll bleed out before he can get his hands on you. [His nails move away from his thigh, past his hip, and towards his stomach. He stops.]
Here will hurt, but he'll still get up, and then you'll have to get clever. [Greed drops his gaze from her to follow his hands as he begins pointing and gesturing to the quicker hits.] Think you can do that? [He brings his eyes back to her and lord, if the devil could have sympathy. He knows Velvet and Veneer aren't built for this. They're just kids in the grand scheme of things. Kids chasing the dream, the fame, the glory, and all that it brings.]
[They just never got a chance to meet the real sharks waiting for them in the water.]
[If he comes on too harsh, she'll bolt. If he says nothing, it'll sit in that core of his, that demanding core, scratching and clawing inside his skull until it festers and rots into something he doesn't want. And hasn't he always been so selfish? So self-satisfying?]
[Unfortunately, there's nothing satisfying about any of this. And while Velvet tries to wring the neck of her bag, another clump of ash falls from his cigarette, bringing him right back into reality - the drop of it like an hourglass reminding him that time (for others) is such a precious, fleeting thing.]
["...He didn't promise anything like that. Or— I mean, I don't believe him, I just needed his magic."]
[Greed's mouth furrows to a short line.] He didn't? I find that hard to believe. [He hasn't met Valentino in person, but their brief interaction on the network, along with Angel's hinting stories, were enough to give him a good idea of the man. The Sin takes one last drag off his cigarette before he's suddenly upright - his body moving with a swiftness that's less slick and more predatory.]
[He leans over a coffee table shoved between him and Velvet and stamps the butt of his smoke in an ashtray.] You don't have to explain it to me. You lied to get what you want. What, do you think you're the first one of mine who's done that before? [The smear he leaves in the tray is angry in an entirely different way. Bitter may be a better word for it - the black pitch striking short and sticky in the bottom of the bowl.]
[The former homunculus hushes the last dregs of nicotine out from his nose.] I haven't met him, but we've talked. Didn't strike me as the kind of guy to give something away. [And there, there, there's that snake striking out at nothing and going for its own tail. The Sin's voice is rough, growling, but the feeling isn't for Velvet.]
[Greed makes quick work of whatever personal bubble they have going on and his heels beat off the floorboards like gunshots.] He made you an offer you couldn't turn down. Something so good for something so little. Is that it? [He's in front of her now. A looming shadow, a monster, hanging like a nightmare in the closet. Yet, nothing happens. He doesn't touch her, doesn't get too close, doesn't even try. Instead, the former homunculus drops into a crouch.]
[He points at the inner part of his thigh first, trying to get her attention.] If you need to do a lot of damage, you're going to want to start here - [Talking, he runs his claws up the inside of his thigh, mapping out a killer's point of anatomy.] - get in deep enough and he'll bleed out before he can get his hands on you. [His nails move away from his thigh, past his hip, and towards his stomach. He stops.]
Here will hurt, but he'll still get up, and then you'll have to get clever. [Greed drops his gaze from her to follow his hands as he begins pointing and gesturing to the quicker hits.] Think you can do that? [He brings his eyes back to her and lord, if the devil could have sympathy. He knows Velvet and Veneer aren't built for this. They're just kids in the grand scheme of things. Kids chasing the dream, the fame, the glory, and all that it brings.]
[They just never got a chance to meet the real sharks waiting for them in the water.]
[Velvet only gets poutier as Greed talks at first, no doubt ruminating over it all, of how her biggest mistake must have been saying anything and letting this secret get out at all.
But then Greed is— crouching in front of her? And explaining to her... how to harm someone?
All these weird little aliens in heaven and hell have been so different from Rageons— from their customs to their attitudes to their values— and here Greed is, proving he's no exception. There isn't complaint about how bad her decisions are, how she doesn't listen, how she puts herself in these positions. Just, "I know this story, and here's how we rewrite it."
It's weird enough to throw Velvet off just long enough to make her listen. To make her pay attention, whether or not she's ready to accept the truth. Blinking her big ol eyes, she watches Greed lay out his own body like a map.
She'd told Valentino he needed to watch his reputation, she'd heard what Angel had said earlier— but Greed talking about having to fight the guy... just what has she gotten herself into? It's not enough to convince her to stop— it never is— but...
This is all so much more serious than she gave Angel credit for, isn't it?
Well, Valentino has pretty long legs, anyway. Big targets. Velvet can commit this to memory.
Think you can do that? she hears Greed ask.
She lets go of her bag to wiggle her fingers, showing off those brand new claws.]
I mean, what else do I have these for, right?
[She's too tired, too upset, to tack on the apart from looking fabulous that might normally follow that statement. And so she sighs instead, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand.
Would Greed be so kind to her, she wonders, if he realized what kind of nobody she really was before? Like Angel and Veneer clearly knew?]
Of course I can do it.
[Unlike her brother's blatant self-deprecation, Velvet's is sarcastic and coded. She rolls her eyes, her free hand wiggling as one pathetic half of a jazz-hands motion.]
What can't I do?
But then Greed is— crouching in front of her? And explaining to her... how to harm someone?
All these weird little aliens in heaven and hell have been so different from Rageons— from their customs to their attitudes to their values— and here Greed is, proving he's no exception. There isn't complaint about how bad her decisions are, how she doesn't listen, how she puts herself in these positions. Just, "I know this story, and here's how we rewrite it."
It's weird enough to throw Velvet off just long enough to make her listen. To make her pay attention, whether or not she's ready to accept the truth. Blinking her big ol eyes, she watches Greed lay out his own body like a map.
She'd told Valentino he needed to watch his reputation, she'd heard what Angel had said earlier— but Greed talking about having to fight the guy... just what has she gotten herself into? It's not enough to convince her to stop— it never is— but...
This is all so much more serious than she gave Angel credit for, isn't it?
Well, Valentino has pretty long legs, anyway. Big targets. Velvet can commit this to memory.
Think you can do that? she hears Greed ask.
She lets go of her bag to wiggle her fingers, showing off those brand new claws.]
I mean, what else do I have these for, right?
[She's too tired, too upset, to tack on the apart from looking fabulous that might normally follow that statement. And so she sighs instead, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand.
Would Greed be so kind to her, she wonders, if he realized what kind of nobody she really was before? Like Angel and Veneer clearly knew?]
Of course I can do it.
[Unlike her brother's blatant self-deprecation, Velvet's is sarcastic and coded. She rolls her eyes, her free hand wiggling as one pathetic half of a jazz-hands motion.]
What can't I do?
[She shows her claws and all he can do is watch them. Watch them shine off in the glow, watch them take to neon and reflect it back, like a knife drawn just before the plunge. Violence is an old thing for him, one that he was made to do, and something he's done a thousand times over. But that doesn't mean it's his first go-to. Because there's so much worth, so much to have, so much more, and to kill it would be entirely a waste.]
[Some people, though. They need to be taught that, don't they?]
[Greed opens his hand, letting it hover just underneath her claws.] Yeah, you do. But have you ever used them before, like this? [His nails flick out, tracing her fingers inches away; his touch, a ghost's whisper.] I'm not saying it's gunna come to that, and I'm the first one to admit, I'd rather things not get messy, but if you're not ready for it -
[The Sin retracts his fingers, folding them into his hand to make a light fist. He weighs his options. On one hand, this should get her prepared if Valentino's notorious temper ever shows its ugly head. On the other hand, it's another thing to actually do it. And something tells him that Velvet hasn't ever experienced the kind of visceral, split-second decision that comes with maiming a man.]
[He could be wrong. He has been wrong before. But - ]
[Greed tests the bottom of his shirt with his nails.] Can you really do it? [His tone is hushed and vacant as he stands, and his body is uncharacteristically stiff.] I told you before - I'm built different than most. Any other time, I'd take care of it, but there may be a situation where I won't be around. I need to make sure you get back.
[Safe. Alive. These are the words that stick in his throat and choke themselves out.]
[The Sin removes his shirt, tossing it up and over his head. He has no scars, no blemishes, nothing that could ever mark him except that red. The same kind of red as the tattoo on his hand, mapping out pieces of him in lines and circles that are strange, foreign, and alien. He taps a claw to the side of his hip.]
Show me.
[Some people, though. They need to be taught that, don't they?]
[Greed opens his hand, letting it hover just underneath her claws.] Yeah, you do. But have you ever used them before, like this? [His nails flick out, tracing her fingers inches away; his touch, a ghost's whisper.] I'm not saying it's gunna come to that, and I'm the first one to admit, I'd rather things not get messy, but if you're not ready for it -
[The Sin retracts his fingers, folding them into his hand to make a light fist. He weighs his options. On one hand, this should get her prepared if Valentino's notorious temper ever shows its ugly head. On the other hand, it's another thing to actually do it. And something tells him that Velvet hasn't ever experienced the kind of visceral, split-second decision that comes with maiming a man.]
[He could be wrong. He has been wrong before. But - ]
[Greed tests the bottom of his shirt with his nails.] Can you really do it? [His tone is hushed and vacant as he stands, and his body is uncharacteristically stiff.] I told you before - I'm built different than most. Any other time, I'd take care of it, but there may be a situation where I won't be around. I need to make sure you get back.
[Safe. Alive. These are the words that stick in his throat and choke themselves out.]
[The Sin removes his shirt, tossing it up and over his head. He has no scars, no blemishes, nothing that could ever mark him except that red. The same kind of red as the tattoo on his hand, mapping out pieces of him in lines and circles that are strange, foreign, and alien. He taps a claw to the side of his hip.]
Show me.
[Velvet may not have come with paw-pads before showing up in hell, but the softness of those paws is even truer to how delicate rageons can be than their own rubber bodies. Those bodies weren't made for brute force, and Greed is right to assume that Velvet's probably never actually had to do much defending, save for maybe throwing rocks at anyone who spoke the wrong way to Veneer.
So when he asks if she can really do it, Velvet pouts just a little at Greed— but then he's before her and—
Oh he is removing his clothes.
What?
Velvet squints at Greed as though maybe she's not seeing him properly. But no, he is actually pulling his shirt off, and his body is so very human— and in that, even more alien to Velvet than just those circles. Still, there is something so intimate about that, so jarring, that it seems to short circuit Velvet.]
...Hah?
[An unattractive little honk of confusion. Velvet raises a brow.]
You want me to— you want me to hurt you. Like— on your body.
[Well, yes, Velvet, as opposed to where else...?
She's drained a troll nearly to death before, but tearing through someone... That's something else, isn't it? Even Velvet becomes unsure for a moment, when the reality of Greed's request sets in.
She draws her hands to her chest, claws curling in.]
I mean— it wouldn't be the same, right? I don't want to hurt you.
So when he asks if she can really do it, Velvet pouts just a little at Greed— but then he's before her and—
Oh he is removing his clothes.
What?
Velvet squints at Greed as though maybe she's not seeing him properly. But no, he is actually pulling his shirt off, and his body is so very human— and in that, even more alien to Velvet than just those circles. Still, there is something so intimate about that, so jarring, that it seems to short circuit Velvet.]
...Hah?
[An unattractive little honk of confusion. Velvet raises a brow.]
You want me to— you want me to hurt you. Like— on your body.
[Well, yes, Velvet, as opposed to where else...?
She's drained a troll nearly to death before, but tearing through someone... That's something else, isn't it? Even Velvet becomes unsure for a moment, when the reality of Greed's request sets in.
She draws her hands to her chest, claws curling in.]
I mean— it wouldn't be the same, right? I don't want to hurt you.
[A hint of cool disregard takes over his face. It's so unlike his usual: the vacancy in his eyes, the heaviness in his brow, the way his mouth holds onto the weight of a frown and stays there. Greed closes his eyes and skates two of his claws just underneath the line of ink following his hip.]
You won't hurt me. Not like you think. [That smile of his tries its very best, but it's exhausted in a whole different way. Like the wee hours of the morning making an effort to stay awake.] I told you when we met that I'm built different. And you've known me long enough now to understand that I'm not lying. Just make it count.
[With his other hand, he reaches out, opening his fingers into a flat palm.] I promise, I won't hold it against you. Just close your eyes and pretend - [The rest of him leers in. He throws his other hands behind her, pinning them on the backside of the couch to make him hover over her. He's eating all the space she'll give him - pushing the limits, the boundaries, for one thing and one thing only.]
[If she chokes now, she's a goner later. Better to do it with someone who won't fight back.]
[Greed stares daggers at the wall in front of him, but his voice comes out with the same sing-song slur, the same hum, as before.] - pretend this is it. Your one shot. You won't have another. [He relaxes his torso and the last threads of that second skin disappear under the lip of his pants. He's letting it all down: his boundaries, his defenses, his 'Shield. It isn't the first time he's done this, not by a long shot. But how many times will he have to, how many times will this same story play out, time after time, again and again?]
[The Sin's face goes cold and blank.]
[In the end, it doesn't matter. There's a cost to doing business, and then there's the cost of living. He has the luxury of both in spades.]
[And this price tag? Well, it's one he's willing to pay out for.]
You won't hurt me. Not like you think. [That smile of his tries its very best, but it's exhausted in a whole different way. Like the wee hours of the morning making an effort to stay awake.] I told you when we met that I'm built different. And you've known me long enough now to understand that I'm not lying. Just make it count.
[With his other hand, he reaches out, opening his fingers into a flat palm.] I promise, I won't hold it against you. Just close your eyes and pretend - [The rest of him leers in. He throws his other hands behind her, pinning them on the backside of the couch to make him hover over her. He's eating all the space she'll give him - pushing the limits, the boundaries, for one thing and one thing only.]
[If she chokes now, she's a goner later. Better to do it with someone who won't fight back.]
[Greed stares daggers at the wall in front of him, but his voice comes out with the same sing-song slur, the same hum, as before.] - pretend this is it. Your one shot. You won't have another. [He relaxes his torso and the last threads of that second skin disappear under the lip of his pants. He's letting it all down: his boundaries, his defenses, his 'Shield. It isn't the first time he's done this, not by a long shot. But how many times will he have to, how many times will this same story play out, time after time, again and again?]
[The Sin's face goes cold and blank.]
[In the end, it doesn't matter. There's a cost to doing business, and then there's the cost of living. He has the luxury of both in spades.]
[And this price tag? Well, it's one he's willing to pay out for.]
[Greed probably has noticed already from watching Veneer that Rageons aren't really even built for their own defense. They're meant to slip away when they can, to evade, not to rip and tear. But hell has blessed Velvet with a new form and a new instinct.
When she sees that expression on Greed's face, Velvet shrinks just a little. Her own idealism has Greed built up in her mind, and seeing him with an expression that feels so dark and cold gets her tail puffed up in a defensive display. But Greed is able to get a surprising amount of space out of her— she presses back into the couch as he draws closer, eyes open as wide as they can go, but doesn't reach out to stop him just yet.
She has never noticed, really, how much not really standing taller than her doesn't make Greed not bigger than her. It'd never been on her mind, not since the first time they'd met. But he is big and he is strong and for once since then, watching as Greed changes before her, Velvet realizes that perhaps there have been reasons to fear him, after all. But more than that;
Greed is so serious.
He is so deadly serious right now, because Valentino is a real and true threat.
Valentino is a threat and she has fucked up so bad.
She has fucked up so bad, and if the others figure out she's fucked up, it will all fall apart. Velvet will fail again, and everyone will judge her, and Veneer will betray her, and Greed will look at her with the face he is looking at her with now.
But Velvet doesn't like to lose. And she doesn't know when to stop. And even when she hurts, even when she doesn't believe in herself, even when she can see for herself how wrong she's gone, Velvet refuses to give up until she is stopped.
Just close your eyes and pretend this is it.
Velvet's wide eyes shut tight, her pink nose wrinkles, her lips screw up in a timid pout. She can feel Greed's breath near her face, can feel the pressure of the seat giving beneath his hands and behind her— closing her eyes makes him no less threatening.
She can imagine it because she has always been desperate. Desperation is not foreign to her. She can summon that need, that desire— except now it's stronger than ever, because the desire not to lose is coupled with the desire not to be turned away. Velvet is desperate, and she desires, and she wants.
And she wants to win, and to have, and to keep.
Velvet knows just what to think of for her 'last shot'. In the darkness past her eyes, she watches a dark hand reach out for her.
Her eyes snap open and Velvet hisses, loud and animalistic, her hair and fur all puffing along with her tail. Her bendy body makes it easy for her to curl deeper into herself like a cornered mustelid, like a coiling snake, and using that pent up energy she's able to get a better swing at Greed.
Even if Velvet was stronger than the average Rageon, she doesn't have the body weight to knock a humanoid as big as Greed away from her. Pushing him back with her claws isn't even on her mind. Instead she leans her head toward him as if to distract him with her growling and hissing, slamming her hands against his torso underneath his ribcage on both sides.
Her claws plunge into his skin as she grips him tight, and once she's dug them in, Velvet twists her legs together and hops her butt off the couch seat just a bit. This leverage allows her to slip between Greed's legs, and while she does that, she rakes those gold-painted claws down, down, down, tearing through flesh that is so soft and so unlike her own, letting go only once her hands make contact with his belt.
Out from under Greed's legs, Velvet scurries behind him and growls and curls defensively again like a cat, a motion completely foreign to her rageon body but completely natural to this one. ]
When she sees that expression on Greed's face, Velvet shrinks just a little. Her own idealism has Greed built up in her mind, and seeing him with an expression that feels so dark and cold gets her tail puffed up in a defensive display. But Greed is able to get a surprising amount of space out of her— she presses back into the couch as he draws closer, eyes open as wide as they can go, but doesn't reach out to stop him just yet.
She has never noticed, really, how much not really standing taller than her doesn't make Greed not bigger than her. It'd never been on her mind, not since the first time they'd met. But he is big and he is strong and for once since then, watching as Greed changes before her, Velvet realizes that perhaps there have been reasons to fear him, after all. But more than that;
Greed is so serious.
He is so deadly serious right now, because Valentino is a real and true threat.
Valentino is a threat and she has fucked up so bad.
She has fucked up so bad, and if the others figure out she's fucked up, it will all fall apart. Velvet will fail again, and everyone will judge her, and Veneer will betray her, and Greed will look at her with the face he is looking at her with now.
But Velvet doesn't like to lose. And she doesn't know when to stop. And even when she hurts, even when she doesn't believe in herself, even when she can see for herself how wrong she's gone, Velvet refuses to give up until she is stopped.
Just close your eyes and pretend this is it.
Velvet's wide eyes shut tight, her pink nose wrinkles, her lips screw up in a timid pout. She can feel Greed's breath near her face, can feel the pressure of the seat giving beneath his hands and behind her— closing her eyes makes him no less threatening.
She can imagine it because she has always been desperate. Desperation is not foreign to her. She can summon that need, that desire— except now it's stronger than ever, because the desire not to lose is coupled with the desire not to be turned away. Velvet is desperate, and she desires, and she wants.
And she wants to win, and to have, and to keep.
Velvet knows just what to think of for her 'last shot'. In the darkness past her eyes, she watches a dark hand reach out for her.
Her eyes snap open and Velvet hisses, loud and animalistic, her hair and fur all puffing along with her tail. Her bendy body makes it easy for her to curl deeper into herself like a cornered mustelid, like a coiling snake, and using that pent up energy she's able to get a better swing at Greed.
Even if Velvet was stronger than the average Rageon, she doesn't have the body weight to knock a humanoid as big as Greed away from her. Pushing him back with her claws isn't even on her mind. Instead she leans her head toward him as if to distract him with her growling and hissing, slamming her hands against his torso underneath his ribcage on both sides.
Her claws plunge into his skin as she grips him tight, and once she's dug them in, Velvet twists her legs together and hops her butt off the couch seat just a bit. This leverage allows her to slip between Greed's legs, and while she does that, she rakes those gold-painted claws down, down, down, tearing through flesh that is so soft and so unlike her own, letting go only once her hands make contact with his belt.
Out from under Greed's legs, Velvet scurries behind him and growls and curls defensively again like a cat, a motion completely foreign to her rageon body but completely natural to this one. ]
[Death didn't take away his ability to sense pain, it's just been some time since he's experienced it. Velvet's claws go through him like a lightning bolt. He can feel the muscle tear, the hot course of blood pouring over his legs, so visceral and base. Greed's eyes widen. As much as he isn't human, in the moment, there's something so normal about his reaction; like he's flashing through the entirety of his 200 years of life while stars and thermal whites flare blind across his vision.]
[The Sin's knees drop to the floor with a haunting thud. Already, a good amount of blood is beginning to form under him. It takes on a color like deep-red wine, spreading across the bar and sinking into the wood floor as if the whole building's been waiting for a chance to taste him.]
[A drool of blood and spit squeezes between the cracks of his teeth. There's a noise trapped in his throat, his mouth, and his chest that gurgles as horrible as wet, rotting plastic popping in a scummy pond. Greed's head bows, letting drips and drops meet the growing puddle; each tpp, tpp, tpp forcing thick ripples across the surface.]
[She's killed him. Or (at least), she's brought him very, very close. And for a while, it almost seems like it's going to be the former.]
[But then something hisses, electricity pops, and a whole new horror show begins to unfold.]
[The Sin's knees drop to the floor with a haunting thud. Already, a good amount of blood is beginning to form under him. It takes on a color like deep-red wine, spreading across the bar and sinking into the wood floor as if the whole building's been waiting for a chance to taste him.]
[A drool of blood and spit squeezes between the cracks of his teeth. There's a noise trapped in his throat, his mouth, and his chest that gurgles as horrible as wet, rotting plastic popping in a scummy pond. Greed's head bows, letting drips and drops meet the growing puddle; each tpp, tpp, tpp forcing thick ripples across the surface.]
[She's killed him. Or (at least), she's brought him very, very close. And for a while, it almost seems like it's going to be the former.]
[But then something hisses, electricity pops, and a whole new horror show begins to unfold.]
[Red currents spit out from Velvet's inflicted wounds - their sound buzzing as harsh as a den of snakes woken from a slumber. It's the look of them, though. The look of them. They're angry, violent, and oh-so-wrong in a way that's a warning: he's not human. Not a Rageon, not a ghost, not even a demon. No, he's something else entirely, a wicked thing. A creature that shouldn't even exist.]
[Greed's boots stumble through the blood on the floor, smearing it in thin streaks that slosh outwards like an oil spill. His body sways as it catches up and all the while, his skin starts to piece itself back together again. The same, blistering electricity touching each nerve in an infection of static.]
Ah ... Ahhgh .. [The Sin breaks his silence as his hands feel himself out. Over his hips and down his torso, they go - the strings of tendons and muscle flattening clean as he passes. He fans his palms along his throat.] Now, that's how you kill a man - [His tone shouldn't sound so jovial. Yet there's relief, a kind of palpable relief, and the former homunculus gingerly turns, revealing the last moments when the cuts sew themselves shut.]
[In the end, it's like nothing's happened at all. There's no scar, no gouges, no ribbons of flesh dangling from his stomach. Rather, the only thing that remains of the whole ordeal is the pool of blood below him. It's reflection a memory of her deed, deep and vicious.]
[Greed rubs the back of his head.] Still taking longer than I'd like. [He makes his way towards Velvet and his eyes feel her out.] Hey, hey. It's all over, Vel. It's just me. [He slows down, leaving prints of blood in the shape of his heels behind him.] C'mon, look at me, huh? I'm not mad. I told you to do it, and you did it. [The Sin grabs his shirt now that the threat is over and hooks it in his claws.] And you did good. Actually, better than that. Looks like that new body of yours has its worth, doesn't it?
[He's talking just to get her back; to bring her back from that terrible moment. The chimeras had been similar in a way. The fear in the beginning mixed with the animal instinct to fight, flee, or both. Greed stops short of her and touches his collarbone.] I noticed you kept the lock. [His smile goes soft on his face.] Remember it if you ever have to do that again. The world's ours, Velvet. I don't give a shit what this Valentino thinks.
[A single drop of gore rolls of his shoe. Greed's leering now, yet it isn't with the same chill as before. No, he's assessing her for damage, physical or otherwise. Killing someone isn't easy. Killing someone close is even harder. The Sin's eyebrows settle and when he talks again, his voice is a low rumble in his chest.]
You're one of mine. And I don't let anyone take what's mine.
[Greed's boots stumble through the blood on the floor, smearing it in thin streaks that slosh outwards like an oil spill. His body sways as it catches up and all the while, his skin starts to piece itself back together again. The same, blistering electricity touching each nerve in an infection of static.]
Ah ... Ahhgh .. [The Sin breaks his silence as his hands feel himself out. Over his hips and down his torso, they go - the strings of tendons and muscle flattening clean as he passes. He fans his palms along his throat.] Now, that's how you kill a man - [His tone shouldn't sound so jovial. Yet there's relief, a kind of palpable relief, and the former homunculus gingerly turns, revealing the last moments when the cuts sew themselves shut.]
[In the end, it's like nothing's happened at all. There's no scar, no gouges, no ribbons of flesh dangling from his stomach. Rather, the only thing that remains of the whole ordeal is the pool of blood below him. It's reflection a memory of her deed, deep and vicious.]
[Greed rubs the back of his head.] Still taking longer than I'd like. [He makes his way towards Velvet and his eyes feel her out.] Hey, hey. It's all over, Vel. It's just me. [He slows down, leaving prints of blood in the shape of his heels behind him.] C'mon, look at me, huh? I'm not mad. I told you to do it, and you did it. [The Sin grabs his shirt now that the threat is over and hooks it in his claws.] And you did good. Actually, better than that. Looks like that new body of yours has its worth, doesn't it?
[He's talking just to get her back; to bring her back from that terrible moment. The chimeras had been similar in a way. The fear in the beginning mixed with the animal instinct to fight, flee, or both. Greed stops short of her and touches his collarbone.] I noticed you kept the lock. [His smile goes soft on his face.] Remember it if you ever have to do that again. The world's ours, Velvet. I don't give a shit what this Valentino thinks.
[A single drop of gore rolls of his shoe. Greed's leering now, yet it isn't with the same chill as before. No, he's assessing her for damage, physical or otherwise. Killing someone isn't easy. Killing someone close is even harder. The Sin's eyebrows settle and when he talks again, his voice is a low rumble in his chest.]
You're one of mine. And I don't let anyone take what's mine.
[There is a feeling completely unfamiliar to Velvet at the sight of all that blood.
At first it doesn't entirely process. That isn't what blood looks like for Rageons or even Trolls— so dark and serious and cold of a red. But when everything clicks, a feeling burns in that minky-demon brain.
Success. A successful hunt. A successful kill. It's a wave of satisfaction that's cut off all too quick by the strange way Greed's once-dying body begins to crackle and spark and move and regenerate. Velvet and her terrible little mink brain become threatened once again. Her eyes turn the shade of hot pink her irises are all the way to the edge, leaving no sign of the once-yellow sclera, and her horns get larger, sharper. Her blood-covered claws form more perfect arcs as the reanimated Greed steps closer and closer still, his words falling on deaf ears for just a moment. She doesn't care if he isn't mad, she's scared— she can't believe what's just happened—
And then— the lock. Yes, that's right, her treasure from their first night seizing this world. Alien though Greed may be to her, he has won Velvet's trust. He's done it more than anyone else has, as far as she's concerned. Velvet's fur begins to flatten, her hissing and growling quieting, and she curls into herself a little as she becomes less and less threatening.
And I don't let anyone take what's mine.
He's believed in her, and believed in her, and believed her. And she is a treasure of his. It doesn't matter how many treasures he comes to have— she is one, and he is one of hers.
Velvet takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and quickly stands in front of Greed.
She lifts her hands, drops them on his shoulders, and opens her eyes— the normal ones, the ones from this body anyway, that he knows well. She looks into his, carefully, contemplatively, and takes another breath.
She smiles for just a moment.
And then, shaking Greed by the shoulders, Velvet absolutely screams.]
Why didn't you JUST TELL ME YOU COULD DO THAT?!
At first it doesn't entirely process. That isn't what blood looks like for Rageons or even Trolls— so dark and serious and cold of a red. But when everything clicks, a feeling burns in that minky-demon brain.
Success. A successful hunt. A successful kill. It's a wave of satisfaction that's cut off all too quick by the strange way Greed's once-dying body begins to crackle and spark and move and regenerate. Velvet and her terrible little mink brain become threatened once again. Her eyes turn the shade of hot pink her irises are all the way to the edge, leaving no sign of the once-yellow sclera, and her horns get larger, sharper. Her blood-covered claws form more perfect arcs as the reanimated Greed steps closer and closer still, his words falling on deaf ears for just a moment. She doesn't care if he isn't mad, she's scared— she can't believe what's just happened—
And then— the lock. Yes, that's right, her treasure from their first night seizing this world. Alien though Greed may be to her, he has won Velvet's trust. He's done it more than anyone else has, as far as she's concerned. Velvet's fur begins to flatten, her hissing and growling quieting, and she curls into herself a little as she becomes less and less threatening.
And I don't let anyone take what's mine.
He's believed in her, and believed in her, and believed her. And she is a treasure of his. It doesn't matter how many treasures he comes to have— she is one, and he is one of hers.
Velvet takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and quickly stands in front of Greed.
She lifts her hands, drops them on his shoulders, and opens her eyes— the normal ones, the ones from this body anyway, that he knows well. She looks into his, carefully, contemplatively, and takes another breath.
She smiles for just a moment.
And then, shaking Greed by the shoulders, Velvet absolutely screams.]
Why didn't you JUST TELL ME YOU COULD DO THAT?!
[He thinks (in the moment when the animal takes over and the rage is so thick, he can almost feel it) that this'll be it. That she'll tear through him again, rip him apart, and spit his bones out as her final curtain call. Because she didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to be looped into a game even he didn't know he was playing. That's the thing with men like him. With men like him, like Valentino, like all the devils and angels alike. They're lords of their own domains, be it for better or for worse. It shouldn't shock anyone that, at some point or another, they'd butt heads.]
[She smiles, and Greed stays still. She smiles, and his core goes tight in his chest.]
["If you turn your back on something you wanted, then you don't deserve to call yourself Greed!"]
[Thankfully though, she breaks his thoughts. Shatters them. And now she's shaking him, screaming, and the former homunculus quickly shoots his arms above his head.] Hey, hey - ! I did tell you I'm built stronger than most - ! [His pleas die under her volume and he just lets her have at it. Better to get it out and scream at a wall that will always listen.]
[When he gets a second, Greed lowers his hands to hang about her shoulders. Again, leaving space enough between them.] I'm fine, Velvet. Might be sore for a bit while the 'Stone's still slow, but I'm fine. Can't hurt me that easy, remember?
[She smiles, and Greed stays still. She smiles, and his core goes tight in his chest.]
["If you turn your back on something you wanted, then you don't deserve to call yourself Greed!"]
[Thankfully though, she breaks his thoughts. Shatters them. And now she's shaking him, screaming, and the former homunculus quickly shoots his arms above his head.] Hey, hey - ! I did tell you I'm built stronger than most - ! [His pleas die under her volume and he just lets her have at it. Better to get it out and scream at a wall that will always listen.]
[When he gets a second, Greed lowers his hands to hang about her shoulders. Again, leaving space enough between them.] I'm fine, Velvet. Might be sore for a bit while the 'Stone's still slow, but I'm fine. Can't hurt me that easy, remember?
[Mouth pursed up into a teeny little pout, Velvet listens to Greed's reasoning— and then rolls her eyes, dissatisfied. Apparently unphased by their closeness, by Greed's touch, Velvet takes her bloodied hands and grabs Greed's face like she would Veneer's when they were kids and starts tugging at his cheeks.]
Yeah? Yeah? Sure sounded like it hurt to me!
Does this hurt?! Huh?!
[Sorry, Greed, she'll... she'll calm down in a bit—]
Yeah? Yeah? Sure sounded like it hurt to me!
Does this hurt?! Huh?!
[Sorry, Greed, she'll... she'll calm down in a bit—]
[There's hands on his face, fingers near his mouth, and the Sin takes it all. She's yelling, but it's a yelling that means she's with it. She's aware of the situation, of what's happened, and now. Now - ]
[Greed's whine is rough, deep.] Ooi, oii - [He's trying to talk the best he can, but he isn't made of rubber. He's as stiff and solid as a brick.] - I can-th still feel pain. Just doesn-th las-th like most.
[He places his hands on her wrists to try to pull her off. But he's laughing. Laughing in a way that bubbles up from his chest and breathes a new kind of fire into his core.] C'mon, don't take it so personally. I figured this was the best way to make sure. And be careful with my face - it's a good one.
[Greed's whine is rough, deep.] Ooi, oii - [He's trying to talk the best he can, but he isn't made of rubber. He's as stiff and solid as a brick.] - I can-th still feel pain. Just doesn-th las-th like most.
[He places his hands on her wrists to try to pull her off. But he's laughing. Laughing in a way that bubbles up from his chest and breathes a new kind of fire into his core.] C'mon, don't take it so personally. I figured this was the best way to make sure. And be careful with my face - it's a good one.
[Velvet lets Greed pry her hands away by the wrists, staring him down with such a pout. But then she breathes out another sigh, and lets it go.
She was afraid, and now she isn't. Everything is fine, and this person who has become important to her isn't looking at her with that cold look anymore, isn't on the floor— god he is still covered in blood, though, and as Velvet looks at her hands she realizes— yeah, yeah, so is she. Gross.]
...You're lucky it's a good face.
[She tilts her head up, not exactly smug, but putting back on her metaphorical princess crown, which is in no way also a convenient means of not looking at Greed's smile and being cowed by his laughter. She's still definitely offended, after all, just look at her.]
And since you were so worried about me, then I can leave the cleanup to you.
[She wiggles her fingers at him, still in his grasp. Velvet is definitely absolutely implying she means to make him also wash blood off her hands.
Her dignified act only carries so far, though, as her voice gets just a little meeker when she adds;]
....And you don't have to worry so much. 'Cos I can do it.
I can do whatever needs to be done.
[With her head tilted imploringly, her eyes the softest they've been for him, a rare sight of softness at all—]
Nothing is taking me out of your plans.
[The corner of her mouth lifts, her little minky ear twitches— and she takes one hand away from him to boop his nose with a paw pad and leave a little red smear.]
She was afraid, and now she isn't. Everything is fine, and this person who has become important to her isn't looking at her with that cold look anymore, isn't on the floor— god he is still covered in blood, though, and as Velvet looks at her hands she realizes— yeah, yeah, so is she. Gross.]
...You're lucky it's a good face.
[She tilts her head up, not exactly smug, but putting back on her metaphorical princess crown, which is in no way also a convenient means of not looking at Greed's smile and being cowed by his laughter. She's still definitely offended, after all, just look at her.]
And since you were so worried about me, then I can leave the cleanup to you.
[She wiggles her fingers at him, still in his grasp. Velvet is definitely absolutely implying she means to make him also wash blood off her hands.
Her dignified act only carries so far, though, as her voice gets just a little meeker when she adds;]
....And you don't have to worry so much. 'Cos I can do it.
I can do whatever needs to be done.
[With her head tilted imploringly, her eyes the softest they've been for him, a rare sight of softness at all—]
Nothing is taking me out of your plans.
[The corner of her mouth lifts, her little minky ear twitches— and she takes one hand away from him to boop his nose with a paw pad and leave a little red smear.]
I am, aren't I? Not so bad usually. [He's grinning because, well. This is better, isn't it? The tense moment gone, the usual confidence that tends to come with him slowly crawls back into his shoulders, his back. It's easy for him to move past things once the smoke has all cleared.]
[And she's back to her status quo too, isn't she? Wearing her crown with her head held high and oh, should the world watch out.]
[Greed rolls his eyes to the ceiling and his mouth tightens into a soft, sarcastic sneer.] So demanding. When did you get to be such a pissant? [He says it in a way that's friendly; as if she's been one of his for years and years and years. The former homunculus wafts a hand in front of his face.] Yeah, yeah. Let's get this cleaned up.
[There are bathrooms in the 'Nest, and that's where he starts. They're far enough away from all the blood and bad times that they can be easily forgotten for now. Greed hums and as he pinches his nose to try to wipe away a smear, his gait takes on a lazy drawl.] Now I know you can. Don't do it unless you have to. You'll surprise 'em better that way.
[He gets to the bathroom and reaches out to flick the switch. The bulb above takes a second or two to find itself; its rapid clicks sounding off as the connection sets. The Sin waves his hand to her.] Have a seat, Vel.
[Using his tail, he turns a knob on the faucet.] I wouldn't let anything take you out of my plans anyway. Not unless you told me to. [The water runs soft at first, then faster when he yanks the side for hot.] My avarice wouldn't let me.
[And she's back to her status quo too, isn't she? Wearing her crown with her head held high and oh, should the world watch out.]
[Greed rolls his eyes to the ceiling and his mouth tightens into a soft, sarcastic sneer.] So demanding. When did you get to be such a pissant? [He says it in a way that's friendly; as if she's been one of his for years and years and years. The former homunculus wafts a hand in front of his face.] Yeah, yeah. Let's get this cleaned up.
[There are bathrooms in the 'Nest, and that's where he starts. They're far enough away from all the blood and bad times that they can be easily forgotten for now. Greed hums and as he pinches his nose to try to wipe away a smear, his gait takes on a lazy drawl.] Now I know you can. Don't do it unless you have to. You'll surprise 'em better that way.
[He gets to the bathroom and reaches out to flick the switch. The bulb above takes a second or two to find itself; its rapid clicks sounding off as the connection sets. The Sin waves his hand to her.] Have a seat, Vel.
[Using his tail, he turns a knob on the faucet.] I wouldn't let anything take you out of my plans anyway. Not unless you told me to. [The water runs soft at first, then faster when he yanks the side for hot.] My avarice wouldn't let me.
You should know by now exactly how demanding I can be.
[Especially since he just lets her. It's one of the things she likes about him. She can play her little game, make herself feel important— and there he is with that sharp-toothed smile. It's comforting, even now.
She sits, as directed, eyeing Greed carefully as she listens to him. Not out of fear, no, she really is over it all— she'll think about the sight she's seen later, but everything turned out alright, didn't it? No, her concern comes in a somewhat hesitant question—]
Is that why you're not mad at me?
Avarice?
[It's not a word she's heard often, but it's one she likes. It's one a Rageon would like.]
[Especially since he just lets her. It's one of the things she likes about him. She can play her little game, make herself feel important— and there he is with that sharp-toothed smile. It's comforting, even now.
She sits, as directed, eyeing Greed carefully as she listens to him. Not out of fear, no, she really is over it all— she'll think about the sight she's seen later, but everything turned out alright, didn't it? No, her concern comes in a somewhat hesitant question—]
Is that why you're not mad at me?
Avarice?
[It's not a word she's heard often, but it's one she likes. It's one a Rageon would like.]
[Greed grabs a towel off a poorly mounted rack on the wall. He slides it under the running faucet, letting it saturate before slapping some soap onto it and wringing it out. She's really asking the big questions, isn't she? But he shouldn't be surprised. Velvet's never been one to hold anything back.]
[The Sin bends down in front of her and sticks his foot out behind him.] Didn't think you'd ask that question, so I might not have a good answer. [Soft creases play at the corners of his eyes. In the gloom of the bathroom's yellowed light, the shadows on his face grow and sink into all his angular points.] My avarice runs deep, Velvet. I want everything you can think of. Money - [He hums as he takes her fingers and gently begins to rub away his gore.] - women, sex, status, glory. There's nothing that could stop me from wanting it all. Not even death.
[His smile is pleasant, dim, and sincere. The big bad wolf indeed brought down to a humble.]
[The former homunculus shifts the towel, moving it to the underside of her hand.] Doesn't really answer your question, though. [That grin of his stays, but his gaze tells a different story. Something's there. Something buried, something festering. Greed rubs a little bit at a stubborn spot and swallows away the thought.] You don't think this if the first place I've had, do you? There were people before you. People who made plenty of mistakes.
I never turned them away, and I'm not about to start. So you got yourself tangled in some shit. So what. [He checks her fingers by trying to force his thumb through them one at a time.] If I held that against you, I'd be a fucking hypocrite.
[The Sin bends down in front of her and sticks his foot out behind him.] Didn't think you'd ask that question, so I might not have a good answer. [Soft creases play at the corners of his eyes. In the gloom of the bathroom's yellowed light, the shadows on his face grow and sink into all his angular points.] My avarice runs deep, Velvet. I want everything you can think of. Money - [He hums as he takes her fingers and gently begins to rub away his gore.] - women, sex, status, glory. There's nothing that could stop me from wanting it all. Not even death.
[His smile is pleasant, dim, and sincere. The big bad wolf indeed brought down to a humble.]
[The former homunculus shifts the towel, moving it to the underside of her hand.] Doesn't really answer your question, though. [That grin of his stays, but his gaze tells a different story. Something's there. Something buried, something festering. Greed rubs a little bit at a stubborn spot and swallows away the thought.] You don't think this if the first place I've had, do you? There were people before you. People who made plenty of mistakes.
I never turned them away, and I'm not about to start. So you got yourself tangled in some shit. So what. [He checks her fingers by trying to force his thumb through them one at a time.] If I held that against you, I'd be a fucking hypocrite.
[Velvet's hands respond to Greed's, allowing him to do as he needs. Her paw pads aren't exactly like skin— just a little too perfect and too plush, considering they're just as rubber as the rest of her. She spreads her fingers out when he checks, turning them over. She's gotten used to it herself, but those claws being attached to her hands is actually new.
She lets him talk and watches his face, and some small part of her realizes that she hasn't really watched anyone like this before, hasn't particularly endeavored to look outside her double-edged mirror. Noticing things at all about Greed like this is new to her, anyway. He isn't one of the two people she's devoted her life to knowing— herself, and her version of Veneer.
It's times like this he actually looks like some kind of ageless being to her. It's not the way his eyes glimmer in the dark, or his demonlike stature— she isn't unaware of magical things or even scary ones. But it's this face like Greed knows something Velvet couldn't even hope to understand that really makes her believe him.
No, of course she believes him.
He isn't a liar, like her, and for one of the first times, Velvet doesn't actually feel good about it.
She stares back at their hands again— no, not at her own, but at Greed's. At his sharp claws, at the dark carbon color that contrasts so fully with her gleaming white fur, claws that could tear her and yet are being so, so gentle. That aren't letting her go or telling her to get away or that she isn't enough, isn't right, shouldn't be here.
A sigh. It's always so obvious when Velvet pouts, with her lips the way they are, even when they're absent of paint and just the same white as the rest of her.]
Veneer— kicked me out, until tomorrow. And Angel—
[Another sigh, and Velvet almost brings her free hand to rub her temple before she catches sight of it again and thinks better of it.]
I... might have... maybe yelled at him a little.
[It's not like Greed has to be gracious with her. She doesn't expect Angel to be, either. Veneer— Veneer...
Well, he always forgives her. It's what he's supposed to do. But Greed doesn't have that expectation, and something pulls at Velvet's brain, making her want to test him with the truth. If he knew, if he knows, the kind of person she really is— will he still want her in this world of his?]
I'm just saying, you wouldn't be the only person who has a problem with me tonight.
She lets him talk and watches his face, and some small part of her realizes that she hasn't really watched anyone like this before, hasn't particularly endeavored to look outside her double-edged mirror. Noticing things at all about Greed like this is new to her, anyway. He isn't one of the two people she's devoted her life to knowing— herself, and her version of Veneer.
It's times like this he actually looks like some kind of ageless being to her. It's not the way his eyes glimmer in the dark, or his demonlike stature— she isn't unaware of magical things or even scary ones. But it's this face like Greed knows something Velvet couldn't even hope to understand that really makes her believe him.
No, of course she believes him.
He isn't a liar, like her, and for one of the first times, Velvet doesn't actually feel good about it.
She stares back at their hands again— no, not at her own, but at Greed's. At his sharp claws, at the dark carbon color that contrasts so fully with her gleaming white fur, claws that could tear her and yet are being so, so gentle. That aren't letting her go or telling her to get away or that she isn't enough, isn't right, shouldn't be here.
A sigh. It's always so obvious when Velvet pouts, with her lips the way they are, even when they're absent of paint and just the same white as the rest of her.]
Veneer— kicked me out, until tomorrow. And Angel—
[Another sigh, and Velvet almost brings her free hand to rub her temple before she catches sight of it again and thinks better of it.]
I... might have... maybe yelled at him a little.
[It's not like Greed has to be gracious with her. She doesn't expect Angel to be, either. Veneer— Veneer...
Well, he always forgives her. It's what he's supposed to do. But Greed doesn't have that expectation, and something pulls at Velvet's brain, making her want to test him with the truth. If he knew, if he knows, the kind of person she really is— will he still want her in this world of his?]
I'm just saying, you wouldn't be the only person who has a problem with me tonight.
[He gets the last swipe of blood out of her fur with a press of the towel, sending it gushing out what little water it has left. A spittle of soap and suds drips over his claws and onto the floor. So, that's it. It's not just that she's been carrying this, but she's gotten her own share of backlash about it. And what does an animal do when it's cornered? It bites. It bites and howls and hoots and hollers until the threat has gone away.]
[Greed gives her hands another quick once over, flipping them palms-up and palms-down to make sure he's gotten most of it.] I didn't say things didn't come without a price, Vel. But that doesn't mean you can't make up for it, hmn? [He finds a spot he didn't quite fully get and with little thought, the Sin pushes his thumb into his mouth it, sucks it, then pops it out.] And it won't cost ya much. Just admit you fucked up, that's all.
[He presses his thumb into the red smear to finally buff it clean.] Sometimes, it's easy to forget that. Yeah, you let those emotions of yours get the better of ya. But now you know you should have done something differently, right? They'll get over it. [His job effectively done, the former homunculus yanks his hands away to settle them on his thighs. The blood on his pants is already starting to do that thing he remembers. Slowly and surely, what was once liquid begins to fade - the ashes of it more similar to a wind blowing away a fire long-since dead.]
[Greed eases up and stretches his knees as he tries to stand.] Want me to talk to them? [He asks as if it's so damn easy. But it isn't. This is complicated. People are complicated, mortal lives are complicated, this afterlife is complicated. And the strings are slowly starting to knot together.]
[Eventually, he'll have to meet Valentino.]
[However, that's another time. Another place. The Sin sighs softy as he tests his neck by swinging it slowly one way then the next.] Think it would be worth a lot more if you did it, if I'm being honest. But just say the word.
[Greed gives her hands another quick once over, flipping them palms-up and palms-down to make sure he's gotten most of it.] I didn't say things didn't come without a price, Vel. But that doesn't mean you can't make up for it, hmn? [He finds a spot he didn't quite fully get and with little thought, the Sin pushes his thumb into his mouth it, sucks it, then pops it out.] And it won't cost ya much. Just admit you fucked up, that's all.
[He presses his thumb into the red smear to finally buff it clean.] Sometimes, it's easy to forget that. Yeah, you let those emotions of yours get the better of ya. But now you know you should have done something differently, right? They'll get over it. [His job effectively done, the former homunculus yanks his hands away to settle them on his thighs. The blood on his pants is already starting to do that thing he remembers. Slowly and surely, what was once liquid begins to fade - the ashes of it more similar to a wind blowing away a fire long-since dead.]
[Greed eases up and stretches his knees as he tries to stand.] Want me to talk to them? [He asks as if it's so damn easy. But it isn't. This is complicated. People are complicated, mortal lives are complicated, this afterlife is complicated. And the strings are slowly starting to knot together.]
[Eventually, he'll have to meet Valentino.]
[However, that's another time. Another place. The Sin sighs softy as he tests his neck by swinging it slowly one way then the next.] Think it would be worth a lot more if you did it, if I'm being honest. But just say the word.
[Velvet watches Greed stand, watches the gore turn to dust on him, and like a child very much almost reaches out and touches it— though when Greed begins to roll his neck, she withdraws her hand. Her fur retains moisture strangely, waterproof, little tufts sticking up on her wrists like they're gelled, and she curls her fingers in toward her palm, standing up as well.]
No— no...
[Velvet takes another breath and shakes her head. That's too many pieces outside of her control, for one thing. Too many things she doesn't get to hear others say, too many variables.]
I can do it. Besides— Ven probably won't even be mad tomorrow.
[She sounds a little less confident saying that than she sounded talking about stabbing Valentino, which is maybe not the healthiest. She carries on, though, rubbing at her own fur on her hands— it's interesting, every time, considering the water isn't wet where she's from, and observing it is distracting enough to keep her from making any worried faces.
She's not confident about saying anythign to Angel, but— knowing Veneer, she'll have to. And Veneer, well.
He'd kicked her out of his room for the night, not out of his life.
He'd... never go that far. She knows it. They're twins.]
...But it's like, cool, if I stick around with you for a while, right?
No— no...
[Velvet takes another breath and shakes her head. That's too many pieces outside of her control, for one thing. Too many things she doesn't get to hear others say, too many variables.]
I can do it. Besides— Ven probably won't even be mad tomorrow.
[She sounds a little less confident saying that than she sounded talking about stabbing Valentino, which is maybe not the healthiest. She carries on, though, rubbing at her own fur on her hands— it's interesting, every time, considering the water isn't wet where she's from, and observing it is distracting enough to keep her from making any worried faces.
She's not confident about saying anythign to Angel, but— knowing Veneer, she'll have to. And Veneer, well.
He'd kicked her out of his room for the night, not out of his life.
He'd... never go that far. She knows it. They're twins.]
...But it's like, cool, if I stick around with you for a while, right?
[Distractedly, Greed dips his hands into the sink to give them a final rinse. The mirror in the bathroom isn't in the best condition. Pockmarks of rust and tarnish eat at the corners to take bites out of his reflection. Kind of poetic, given how their evening played out. She'd taken a piece of him, and he'd stood up again. Stood up again with a smile that was almost a thank you.]
[The former homunculus catches his own eyes in the mirror and the pricks of them go still. He dips his chin.] Sorry Vel, but that's a pretty stupid question, don't you think? [He shoots a half-lidded glance her way and ah, isn't is so awful? So wrong, that a monster could have a heart?]
[With a final turn of the dial, the Sin cuts the flow to the sink. It causes the water to spin down, down, down the drain and with it, all of the horrors of the night follow. Valentino and his deals. Velvet and her losses. He knows them now. Knows them and as such, can plan for when things really take a turn for the worse. Greed sways towards the door and with a yank of his shoulder, he asks her to follow without a single word.]
Don't feel like making the ride back to the hotel myself. We can crash here for the night. That is, if that's something you'd be interested in. [He says cheekily, the forks of his tongue flicking a playful note behind his teeth.] And if you really hate the couch, feel free to use me. Not like I need to sleep much anyway.
[The former homunculus catches his own eyes in the mirror and the pricks of them go still. He dips his chin.] Sorry Vel, but that's a pretty stupid question, don't you think? [He shoots a half-lidded glance her way and ah, isn't is so awful? So wrong, that a monster could have a heart?]
[With a final turn of the dial, the Sin cuts the flow to the sink. It causes the water to spin down, down, down the drain and with it, all of the horrors of the night follow. Valentino and his deals. Velvet and her losses. He knows them now. Knows them and as such, can plan for when things really take a turn for the worse. Greed sways towards the door and with a yank of his shoulder, he asks her to follow without a single word.]
Don't feel like making the ride back to the hotel myself. We can crash here for the night. That is, if that's something you'd be interested in. [He says cheekily, the forks of his tongue flicking a playful note behind his teeth.] And if you really hate the couch, feel free to use me. Not like I need to sleep much anyway.
[For just a moment, Velvet thinks— oh no, she's done the wrong thing. That's a stupid question, don't you think? But then— no, no, once again she is being invited into Greed's space.
Velvet rolls her eyes, flicks her hands through her hair and lifts her nose, huffing as she strides past him, like some kind of spoiled cat. Her tail quivers almost like a cat's, too, like that expression of excitement but somehow more snakelike, more rubbery, more unreal. She turns to face him and walk backward— head first, then torso, then legs— so that she can see him while she talks.
Maybe a diva wouldn't want to spend the night in some seedy bar talking to the first person she's found interesting in a while. But the thing about playing dress-up is that you get to choose what you do in the role and Velvet has already decided that being a Diva means getting what she wants even if it doesn't seem to suit the role.]
You're such a flirt. I've slept on couches, you know.
But, come to think of it, I've never slept on some cool old scary man...
[A tap-tap-tap of her lip before Velvet gives a coy smile.]
That's some kind of achievement, isn't it?
[Maybe it's one she'll hold over Veneer's head.
Or maybe it's one she'll treasure for herself.]
Velvet rolls her eyes, flicks her hands through her hair and lifts her nose, huffing as she strides past him, like some kind of spoiled cat. Her tail quivers almost like a cat's, too, like that expression of excitement but somehow more snakelike, more rubbery, more unreal. She turns to face him and walk backward— head first, then torso, then legs— so that she can see him while she talks.
Maybe a diva wouldn't want to spend the night in some seedy bar talking to the first person she's found interesting in a while. But the thing about playing dress-up is that you get to choose what you do in the role and Velvet has already decided that being a Diva means getting what she wants even if it doesn't seem to suit the role.]
You're such a flirt. I've slept on couches, you know.
But, come to think of it, I've never slept on some cool old scary man...
[A tap-tap-tap of her lip before Velvet gives a coy smile.]
That's some kind of achievement, isn't it?
[Maybe it's one she'll hold over Veneer's head.
Or maybe it's one she'll treasure for herself.]
[He's always amazed how quickly she can pick herself back up, both mentally and physically. Her whole everything seems made for it. Every set back, a minor one. Every hurdle, an easy jump. And just like rubber, she'll always bounce back.]
[Greed slinks in her wake and as he finds himself again (with that casual slouch that's all him, with that stride that takes everything with each solid clack of his boots), his lips crack open.] Oh. And now you're talking shit. I see, I see. [He says it with a humor that's obvious. Something only good friends could understand. Something only creatures, devils, like the two of them could possibly grasp. It comes with knowing someone, even if that knowing doesn't include all the fine details.]
[He doesn't care what Velvet's done, only what she will do. And she's proven herself tenfold tonight.]
[The former homunculus lifts his chin, showing off his throat as a dare.] An achievement? Is that what we're calling this now? Cheeky mink. [He laughs, and gone is that chill from before. Like a hot, summer breeze, his demeanor chases away the cold with just a smile. A smile that bites, that guarantees, the world on a dinner plate.]
[Greed waves his hand.] Yeah, yeah. C'mon, Princess Pissant. Let's get you your beauty rest.
[Greed slinks in her wake and as he finds himself again (with that casual slouch that's all him, with that stride that takes everything with each solid clack of his boots), his lips crack open.] Oh. And now you're talking shit. I see, I see. [He says it with a humor that's obvious. Something only good friends could understand. Something only creatures, devils, like the two of them could possibly grasp. It comes with knowing someone, even if that knowing doesn't include all the fine details.]
[He doesn't care what Velvet's done, only what she will do. And she's proven herself tenfold tonight.]
[The former homunculus lifts his chin, showing off his throat as a dare.] An achievement? Is that what we're calling this now? Cheeky mink. [He laughs, and gone is that chill from before. Like a hot, summer breeze, his demeanor chases away the cold with just a smile. A smile that bites, that guarantees, the world on a dinner plate.]
[Greed waves his hand.] Yeah, yeah. C'mon, Princess Pissant. Let's get you your beauty rest.
Of course we are!
I'm an achiever, Greed.
I achieve.
[She is energized by his response, despite the fatigue. This is how she always wants Greed to look at her, like she's a brilliant shining star, like he can see the world he wants to own in her eyes. Like she is desired by him, and like she will never see his disinterest again.
She'll make sure she doesn't.]
I do like the sound of that, though. 'Princess' is a good word.
You should say it more often~
[Teasing comes easy. Playing along with that humor, like the both of them are mean to each other, like that meanness can possibly cover up how much and how much and how deep Greed has wound his way into Velvet's vinyl heart.]
I'm an achiever, Greed.
I achieve.
[She is energized by his response, despite the fatigue. This is how she always wants Greed to look at her, like she's a brilliant shining star, like he can see the world he wants to own in her eyes. Like she is desired by him, and like she will never see his disinterest again.
She'll make sure she doesn't.]
I do like the sound of that, though. 'Princess' is a good word.
You should say it more often~
[Teasing comes easy. Playing along with that humor, like the both of them are mean to each other, like that meanness can possibly cover up how much and how much and how deep Greed has wound his way into Velvet's vinyl heart.]
[ SO. After a little something happened, Verosika took it upon herself to do the adult thing and get absolutely plastered. So, should he pick up, he'll be treated to booming music and her chugging the last of the contents of her flask before slamming it down on the bar top. Judging by the small army of empty shot glasses stacked up on the bar next to her, she's been at this awhile.
She squints her eyes, lips twisting up into a familiar smile. ]
You're missing a hell of an afterparty.
[ Some close talker dips into the frame, trying to lean his head against her shoulder so she scowls and shoves him off his bar stool. Not tonight, Satan! Once that's said and done, she looks back down at her phone. She's swaying a tad but the most noticeable thing is the telltale signs that she's been crying. Holding up two fingers, she's given two more shots. ]
Commitment is overrated, wouldn't you say, Greed?
[ She laughs but there's no humor behind it, then slams both shots. ]
If I'd figured that out sooner, I wouldn't have this fucking tattoo. [ But a second later, she's grinning into the phone. Okay, so she might be beyond plastered. ]
She squints her eyes, lips twisting up into a familiar smile. ]
You're missing a hell of an afterparty.
[ Some close talker dips into the frame, trying to lean his head against her shoulder so she scowls and shoves him off his bar stool. Not tonight, Satan! Once that's said and done, she looks back down at her phone. She's swaying a tad but the most noticeable thing is the telltale signs that she's been crying. Holding up two fingers, she's given two more shots. ]
Commitment is overrated, wouldn't you say, Greed?
[ She laughs but there's no humor behind it, then slams both shots. ]
If I'd figured that out sooner, I wouldn't have this fucking tattoo. [ But a second later, she's grinning into the phone. Okay, so she might be beyond plastered. ]
[He's at his usual (working on the 'Nest, fixing up some details, counting out the inventory for opening day) when the phone goes off. It lights up like a signal in the gloom. Someone, somewhere, is trying to reach him.]
[What he doesn't expect is Verosika. Verosika looking like a night of celebration quickly turned the tables on her and beat her right down into the curb.]
[Greed flips the video on. Behind him, the iron bars of Kamora's fighting cage look like a prison in neglect. Pecks of rust bite along the metal, making flakes of crude paint curl back and break when he rests his elbow on them.] Sorry, had a bit of business to take care of, lovely. Nothing against the party, but you know how things go.
[Without his sunglasses, his eyes are open and naked to the phone's onslaught. Moreso, they're honest. He doesn't hide how he's looking at the shots as they pile up. But it could be nothing. It could just be her having a good time. However, as he squints, the telltale signs of a worse-case scenario begin to become more and more clear.]
[Greed pushes himself off the cage, causing it rattle lonely behind him.] Can't say you're wrong, but - [He grabs his vest off a folding chair as he passes it by - his claws clipping the fur collar as gentle as a parental crocodile.] - ehh. Just never seen the point of it. The mortal lot get so caught up in the idea. Marriage, starting a family, having only one person forever. Kind of seems like a waste, doesn't it?
[Ah, then there's that. His tattoo came with his making - he didn't have a choice. But hers was a decision. Something to remember a sweet lover by, to mark her, to close the deal and seal it.]
[The thing about sweet lovers, though: they're sweet until they're not. Those whispered words, kind promises, tender moments, eventually rotting into nothing. Or worse, biting back and cutting deep enough that they leave an unwanted memory.]
[Greed dips his head under a doorframe and heads into an empty hallway.] Don't sell yourself so short. [The bulbs in the basement throw him in a low light and every shadow robs his face, turning his eyes red then back again as he slinks on through.] Some people just don't know what they're missing.
[He gets to the foot of the stairs and pauses.] Where are ya? The places around here charge too much for absolute dog shit. Not that I can blame them. [The Sin's lip teases a smile, though faint.] I'll bring you here. We aren't open, so we'll just count it as a write off.
[His new accountant is probably going to kill him just for that. But it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, the 'Nest is his. His kingdom, his turf.]
[And he'll wear the crown in every which way he pleases.]
[What he doesn't expect is Verosika. Verosika looking like a night of celebration quickly turned the tables on her and beat her right down into the curb.]
[Greed flips the video on. Behind him, the iron bars of Kamora's fighting cage look like a prison in neglect. Pecks of rust bite along the metal, making flakes of crude paint curl back and break when he rests his elbow on them.] Sorry, had a bit of business to take care of, lovely. Nothing against the party, but you know how things go.
[Without his sunglasses, his eyes are open and naked to the phone's onslaught. Moreso, they're honest. He doesn't hide how he's looking at the shots as they pile up. But it could be nothing. It could just be her having a good time. However, as he squints, the telltale signs of a worse-case scenario begin to become more and more clear.]
[Greed pushes himself off the cage, causing it rattle lonely behind him.] Can't say you're wrong, but - [He grabs his vest off a folding chair as he passes it by - his claws clipping the fur collar as gentle as a parental crocodile.] - ehh. Just never seen the point of it. The mortal lot get so caught up in the idea. Marriage, starting a family, having only one person forever. Kind of seems like a waste, doesn't it?
[Ah, then there's that. His tattoo came with his making - he didn't have a choice. But hers was a decision. Something to remember a sweet lover by, to mark her, to close the deal and seal it.]
[The thing about sweet lovers, though: they're sweet until they're not. Those whispered words, kind promises, tender moments, eventually rotting into nothing. Or worse, biting back and cutting deep enough that they leave an unwanted memory.]
[Greed dips his head under a doorframe and heads into an empty hallway.] Don't sell yourself so short. [The bulbs in the basement throw him in a low light and every shadow robs his face, turning his eyes red then back again as he slinks on through.] Some people just don't know what they're missing.
[He gets to the foot of the stairs and pauses.] Where are ya? The places around here charge too much for absolute dog shit. Not that I can blame them. [The Sin's lip teases a smile, though faint.] I'll bring you here. We aren't open, so we'll just count it as a write off.
[His new accountant is probably going to kill him just for that. But it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, the 'Nest is his. His kingdom, his turf.]
[And he'll wear the crown in every which way he pleases.]
[ She has to laugh at that as she drags her fingertips through her hair, flipping it haphazardly over her shoulder. Obviously, she didn't call him to drag him down, so she forces herself to play the happy-go-lucky card. ]
All work and no play, Greed. But I understand. Are you building a dungeon I don't know about it? Could be fun unless you're into dropping safe words. That could get boring fast.
[ Ha! This time when she reaches out, there's a soft clatter as she bumps the shot glass tower, and it comes crashing down. Thankfully nothing breaks but she seems to be amused by it. ] Marriage and family are a joke, what kinda person would settle down with a succubus? It's literally my job to make people horny, isn't that a deal breaker topside? What a fucking hassle.
Considering he's sucking dick now; I don't think he's missing anything I have to offer. [ Surprisingly there's very little bitterness there, he is free to screw who or whatever he wants. It's not the fact that they're not together anymore that bothers her, it's the way he went about ending things. ]
Aw, are you gonna come save me? [ The feed gets a little wobbly as she slides out of her seat and walks (read: stumbles) towards the exit. Once she's outside, she pans up to show him the name of the bar. Likely one of this Hell's biggest shitholes but the drinks were cheap, not that she's had to pay for anything tonight, and it was close to the hotel. With a groan, she leans back against the wall outside the door, flashing him her best smile. ]
Your boss could have your ass for that, maybe I should put in a good word.
All work and no play, Greed. But I understand. Are you building a dungeon I don't know about it? Could be fun unless you're into dropping safe words. That could get boring fast.
[ Ha! This time when she reaches out, there's a soft clatter as she bumps the shot glass tower, and it comes crashing down. Thankfully nothing breaks but she seems to be amused by it. ] Marriage and family are a joke, what kinda person would settle down with a succubus? It's literally my job to make people horny, isn't that a deal breaker topside? What a fucking hassle.
Considering he's sucking dick now; I don't think he's missing anything I have to offer. [ Surprisingly there's very little bitterness there, he is free to screw who or whatever he wants. It's not the fact that they're not together anymore that bothers her, it's the way he went about ending things. ]
Aw, are you gonna come save me? [ The feed gets a little wobbly as she slides out of her seat and walks (read: stumbles) towards the exit. Once she's outside, she pans up to show him the name of the bar. Likely one of this Hell's biggest shitholes but the drinks were cheap, not that she's had to pay for anything tonight, and it was close to the hotel. With a groan, she leans back against the wall outside the door, flashing him her best smile. ]
Your boss could have your ass for that, maybe I should put in a good word.
[Greed takes the stairs, his smile as sharp as ever.] Now, who said anything about no play? What, you don't think I've just been down here the whole time, do you? C'mon, you should know me better than that. [At the top of the stairs, he blindly snags something off the wall, making it rattle and chime.] And no, that's for Kamora and Fight Night. Needed to make sure some stupid asshole doesn't break through it and cost me.
[The 'Nest is a mess of rooms and hallways. Graffiti lines either side of him as he walks on through; the signatures old, smeared, and semi-peeling.] Succubus or not, doesn't matter. People get weird about all sorts of shit like that. Why have one when you can have 'em all, right? [He slides into the main bar and his hands wander to pick up a matchbox.] People hold too much back that way. And I've seen too many get bitter about it over the years.
[And bitter is not a sin for him. Save that for Envy or Wrath.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making it pop.] Ah, well. He doesn't know what he's missing. [Because what's on the menu for him is everything: men, women, neither, and all others in between. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders.] His loss.
[She's wobbling and he's watching. The name of the bar is one he vaguely knows and just another one of the many pissing holes Hell has to offer. The Sin arches an eyebrow.] Don't think you need saving, just think you could use a better spot. One without ugly from before. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[Which she could be, but considering how she pushed the man away, odds are she isn't in the mood.]
[Greed steps outside and begins to make his way around the back of the building.] Ahaha - ! [His laughter infects his face and that grin of his bursts on his jaw.] Oh, you've got it all wrong! I don't work for anyone else. Kam just had the building. She gets her fights and I get the rest of it. Simple as that.
[A motorcycle waits for him behind a rusted, chain-linked fence. It isn't the nicest ride on the block, but it works. The Sin traces his way around it.] Think of it this way. You can drink here, have your fill, and do whatever you want. [He swings a leg over the seat of the bike and tosses the phone into the console.] It wouldn't be like me to deny you.
And in exchange? [The keys slide into the ignition as he knuckles them and twists.] Tell me your story sometime. Don't care what it is.
[The 'Nest is a mess of rooms and hallways. Graffiti lines either side of him as he walks on through; the signatures old, smeared, and semi-peeling.] Succubus or not, doesn't matter. People get weird about all sorts of shit like that. Why have one when you can have 'em all, right? [He slides into the main bar and his hands wander to pick up a matchbox.] People hold too much back that way. And I've seen too many get bitter about it over the years.
[And bitter is not a sin for him. Save that for Envy or Wrath.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making it pop.] Ah, well. He doesn't know what he's missing. [Because what's on the menu for him is everything: men, women, neither, and all others in between. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders.] His loss.
[She's wobbling and he's watching. The name of the bar is one he vaguely knows and just another one of the many pissing holes Hell has to offer. The Sin arches an eyebrow.] Don't think you need saving, just think you could use a better spot. One without ugly from before. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[Which she could be, but considering how she pushed the man away, odds are she isn't in the mood.]
[Greed steps outside and begins to make his way around the back of the building.] Ahaha - ! [His laughter infects his face and that grin of his bursts on his jaw.] Oh, you've got it all wrong! I don't work for anyone else. Kam just had the building. She gets her fights and I get the rest of it. Simple as that.
[A motorcycle waits for him behind a rusted, chain-linked fence. It isn't the nicest ride on the block, but it works. The Sin traces his way around it.] Think of it this way. You can drink here, have your fill, and do whatever you want. [He swings a leg over the seat of the bike and tosses the phone into the console.] It wouldn't be like me to deny you.
And in exchange? [The keys slide into the ignition as he knuckles them and twists.] Tell me your story sometime. Don't care what it is.
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[How long will he tolerate her jingling his horn bling before he tells her off? She's not necessarily trying to test his patience, but they've already done the fucking around part, so naturally the "find out" portion will follow. Though surely putting up with her playing with his jewelry is an equivalent enough exchange for getting to test the plushness of her pillows, isn't it?]
...You're ridiculous, you know. [Says the one having a blast trying to play some kind of tune with the very thing she's poking fun at. Seras snickers teasingly, blinking slow and lazy like a well-fed cat lounging in the sun, watching the sin nestled so cozily in the warmth of her bosom for any sign of life. He doesn't have to sleep, sure, but that doesn't mean he can't be drained.]
Did you always decorate yourself like some sort of king?
[It would make sense, he is Greed, after all. The picture book in her mind's eye is imagining him sitting among piles of gold, decked out in jewelry and crowns and rings... so basically like he is now, but for some reason in a golden toga? She doesn't have a great idea of the era he comes from, just that he's old okay- maybe he was a Roman emporer or something!]
...You're ridiculous, you know. [Says the one having a blast trying to play some kind of tune with the very thing she's poking fun at. Seras snickers teasingly, blinking slow and lazy like a well-fed cat lounging in the sun, watching the sin nestled so cozily in the warmth of her bosom for any sign of life. He doesn't have to sleep, sure, but that doesn't mean he can't be drained.]
Did you always decorate yourself like some sort of king?
[It would make sense, he is Greed, after all. The picture book in her mind's eye is imagining him sitting among piles of gold, decked out in jewelry and crowns and rings... so basically like he is now, but for some reason in a golden toga? She doesn't have a great idea of the era he comes from, just that he's old okay- maybe he was a Roman emporer or something!]
[It's been two weeks since the 'Nest opened, and a lot has changed, hasn't it? Not in terms of anything ground breaking, but there's more of a routine now. A comfort. Sure, not all of his possessions employees are rubbing elbows and chumming it up. Yet, a sense of belonging is starting to form. A little pit of criminals, thieves, outcasts, and all others taking their part of Hell and making it their very own.]
[Greed guides a half-smoked cigarette into his mouth and sucks at it, turning the tip a bright orange.] Mn. Don't know what you're talking about, Seras. [Smoke spools off his teeth when he talks, making shapes that twist and hang like phantoms leaving the scene. The former homunculus lets his arm hang off the bed as he taps a bit of ash into a tray on the floor.] I'm just me. You should know already that I'm not the sort to hold anything back.
[His smile breaks the fumes, cutting them to shreds that skirt and skate away. Greed stretches his legs, forcing his toes to splay out and his claws to stretch like a cat soaking lazily in the sun.] Ah, no. Not exactly. A lot of that came when I got here. [To clarify, he taps the gem in the center of his forehead.] Can't complain about it, though. Least our friends have good taste.
[He takes another thoughtful drag, forcing the burn to pillow in his throat. He probably should have asked before lighting one up, but old habits and all. The Sin takes one last pull before shoving the butt into the tray, smearing it fresh with a thin line of tar.]
[Greed guides a half-smoked cigarette into his mouth and sucks at it, turning the tip a bright orange.] Mn. Don't know what you're talking about, Seras. [Smoke spools off his teeth when he talks, making shapes that twist and hang like phantoms leaving the scene. The former homunculus lets his arm hang off the bed as he taps a bit of ash into a tray on the floor.] I'm just me. You should know already that I'm not the sort to hold anything back.
[His smile breaks the fumes, cutting them to shreds that skirt and skate away. Greed stretches his legs, forcing his toes to splay out and his claws to stretch like a cat soaking lazily in the sun.] Ah, no. Not exactly. A lot of that came when I got here. [To clarify, he taps the gem in the center of his forehead.] Can't complain about it, though. Least our friends have good taste.
[He takes another thoughtful drag, forcing the burn to pillow in his throat. He probably should have asked before lighting one up, but old habits and all. The Sin takes one last pull before shoving the butt into the tray, smearing it fresh with a thin line of tar.]
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Mm, So I guess if you were some sort of emporer or— [Why does the word "fuhrer" come to mind?] —royalty or whatever, you would've let us know by now, huh.
[She chuckles warmly (and reigning it in quickly, watching his head boounce around on her chest when she laughs just starts an endless cycle of giggles) gently stroking her claws across his scalp, around the base of his horns— she's learned that it feels really good to give herself a scritch around the horn, so why not share the pleasure, right? That's what they've gotten used to doing anyway.]
Mm... Though. I... Do have an... actual question. [And he doesn't hold anything back, she knows. He's done nothing but be honest with her.]
We know of the Seven Deadly Sins in my world, with Greed or... I think it's "Avarice," maybe? Bein' one of one of them. Then there's Lust and Sloth... Pride... Envy... [She's counting off on her unoccupied hand.] Oh! And Wrath, lord, I'd get in trouble for Wrath... I'm... Missing one, but anyway—
That means there's probably more of you, right? More living sins?
[The image in her mind's eye flashes to a small group of black-clad people with one swathed in white, watching her from far below. Her chest aches for a moment, but she shakes herself from the feeling.]
Or... did you name yourself after them? I know it's probably a silly question.
[She chuckles warmly (and reigning it in quickly, watching his head boounce around on her chest when she laughs just starts an endless cycle of giggles) gently stroking her claws across his scalp, around the base of his horns— she's learned that it feels really good to give herself a scritch around the horn, so why not share the pleasure, right? That's what they've gotten used to doing anyway.]
Mm... Though. I... Do have an... actual question. [And he doesn't hold anything back, she knows. He's done nothing but be honest with her.]
We know of the Seven Deadly Sins in my world, with Greed or... I think it's "Avarice," maybe? Bein' one of one of them. Then there's Lust and Sloth... Pride... Envy... [She's counting off on her unoccupied hand.] Oh! And Wrath, lord, I'd get in trouble for Wrath... I'm... Missing one, but anyway—
That means there's probably more of you, right? More living sins?
[The image in her mind's eye flashes to a small group of black-clad people with one swathed in white, watching her from far below. Her chest aches for a moment, but she shakes herself from the feeling.]
Or... did you name yourself after them? I know it's probably a silly question.
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Well, now that you mention it - [Greed lifts his arm, tipping his wrist and cocking out his thumb and index finger like a gun ready to fire.] - I was in the body of a prince once. A little shit that was going to be emperor at the end of it all. Does that count? [He doesn't want to think about Ling too much when they're like this, but it's a nice memory. The pissant had a crown in his mind's eye, and he had been all too willing to follow that road to its conclusion. Was going to, even in their final moments.]
[Promises, though. They're sometimes made to be broken. Not often, not even more than once. But that one time had been enough. Enough, enough, enough.]
[The Sin's eyes drearily open to watch the last hints of smoke fade in the hollow of her room. She asks something and she doesn't know. How could she? It's easy to assume there's more of them. After all, seven makes a set. However, that set has never really suited him. The way he was made, the reason he was created in the first place. Greed drops his hand to rest it on her knee. He lets his claws trace the warmth of the sheets, to feel the richness of them that has nothing to do with the fabric count and everything to do with her right here, right now.]
Avarice. Greed the Avaricious. [He speaks his own name, his fully given title, like a secret in the dark.] And yeah, you've got most of them. Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Pride, Envy - [His voice hitches in his throat, chokes itself there, then squeezes through his teeth like a gunk-covered vent.] - Wrath. [The muscles in him tense before he can stop himself. Because unlike most things, it's that sin in particular he can't let go of. Can't forget because he'll always remember: the drips of a lonely sewer, the stench of blood and sulfur in the air, the sound of screams and gunshots.]
[Greed's nails scratch and this time, he catches himself before he can do any damage; the threads of the sheets merely plucked a bit more loose than before.] Not a stupid question, Seras. You'll hear a lot of people, especially those from that other Hell, talk about the Seven Deadly Sins. But they aren't mine. [The slits of his eyes constrict themselves, turning to needles in his skull.] Except for maybe one. I haven't checked if he stuck around though.
[A weight drops from his shoulders and oh, the crown's a heavy one, isn't it? The former homunculus hums and as he grabs one her hands, he plants his mouth on her fingers.] Don't have any other name, lovely. I am Greed. And that's all I'll ever be.
[Promises, though. They're sometimes made to be broken. Not often, not even more than once. But that one time had been enough. Enough, enough, enough.]
[The Sin's eyes drearily open to watch the last hints of smoke fade in the hollow of her room. She asks something and she doesn't know. How could she? It's easy to assume there's more of them. After all, seven makes a set. However, that set has never really suited him. The way he was made, the reason he was created in the first place. Greed drops his hand to rest it on her knee. He lets his claws trace the warmth of the sheets, to feel the richness of them that has nothing to do with the fabric count and everything to do with her right here, right now.]
Avarice. Greed the Avaricious. [He speaks his own name, his fully given title, like a secret in the dark.] And yeah, you've got most of them. Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Pride, Envy - [His voice hitches in his throat, chokes itself there, then squeezes through his teeth like a gunk-covered vent.] - Wrath. [The muscles in him tense before he can stop himself. Because unlike most things, it's that sin in particular he can't let go of. Can't forget because he'll always remember: the drips of a lonely sewer, the stench of blood and sulfur in the air, the sound of screams and gunshots.]
[Greed's nails scratch and this time, he catches himself before he can do any damage; the threads of the sheets merely plucked a bit more loose than before.] Not a stupid question, Seras. You'll hear a lot of people, especially those from that other Hell, talk about the Seven Deadly Sins. But they aren't mine. [The slits of his eyes constrict themselves, turning to needles in his skull.] Except for maybe one. I haven't checked if he stuck around though.
[A weight drops from his shoulders and oh, the crown's a heavy one, isn't it? The former homunculus hums and as he grabs one her hands, he plants his mouth on her fingers.] Don't have any other name, lovely. I am Greed. And that's all I'll ever be.
[Seras knows Greed is hot-blooded— sometimes drinking from him can be like downing a fresh pot of coffee —but the burst of heat that comes from him when the word Wrath leaves his lips is like a solar flare in her chest, burning her up from the inside, out. The vampire chooses not to speak on it initially, unsure how to even put that feeling into words... It isn't that the girl hasn't known empathy— she can be quite the crybaby when it comes to certain people, and fight like hell to defend others —but she can't say she remembers it being so strong, before. Not like this.
Still, she chooses not to ask why he feels so strongly about the one named Wrath. Now is probably not the time for that.]
Mm, the hell that Angel's from, yeah. Think I heard'im say somethin' about that...
[Seras can't help but notice the difference between now and a mere ten minutes ago; all that fun and ferocious manhandling traded out for soft, sweet affection. If anyone were to ask why she keeps inviting him to her bed, she would tell them to shut the hell up and mind their business, but the answer would be that she keeps him coming back for this part, especially. She isn't naive enough to think she's the only one that gets this treatment from him— he's Greed and with great avarice comes great appetite, and unfortunately she is but one single meal —but it's nice to pretend, even for a little while, that she could be somebody's favorite.
Humming her approval as he presses his lips to her hand, her eyes fall on the red dragon that adorns his. Her curious gaze lingers there for a moment before she flips the configuration of their hands, lifting them both slightly to get a better look.]
This symbol. ...They have them, too. Don't they.
[Upon an ample breast, someone's leg, a shoulder, in a mouth-
An eye.
Beneath him, her breathing becomes shallow, her chest beginning to rise and fall a bit faster than before.
How many times am I going to have to kill you before you stay dead?
A trembling breath escapes her lips and she fights to suck it back in before Greed notices, returning to its confinement just as shakily as it left. Still, her hands betray her by picking up where her lungs left off.]
I've seen them.
[She murmurs more quietly than before, fingers tightening around his hand to force a stillness and will herself to reel whatever this horrible feeling is back in. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she breathes a soft, though decidedly humorless laugh.]
I- I mean, I think I've seen them. I've seen... this. [Giving his hand a little wiggle.] On someone else. I-in my dreams.
Still, she chooses not to ask why he feels so strongly about the one named Wrath. Now is probably not the time for that.]
Mm, the hell that Angel's from, yeah. Think I heard'im say somethin' about that...
[Seras can't help but notice the difference between now and a mere ten minutes ago; all that fun and ferocious manhandling traded out for soft, sweet affection. If anyone were to ask why she keeps inviting him to her bed, she would tell them to shut the hell up and mind their business, but the answer would be that she keeps him coming back for this part, especially. She isn't naive enough to think she's the only one that gets this treatment from him— he's Greed and with great avarice comes great appetite, and unfortunately she is but one single meal —but it's nice to pretend, even for a little while, that she could be somebody's favorite.
Humming her approval as he presses his lips to her hand, her eyes fall on the red dragon that adorns his. Her curious gaze lingers there for a moment before she flips the configuration of their hands, lifting them both slightly to get a better look.]
This symbol. ...They have them, too. Don't they.
[Upon an ample breast, someone's leg, a shoulder, in a mouth-
An eye.
Beneath him, her breathing becomes shallow, her chest beginning to rise and fall a bit faster than before.
How many times am I going to have to kill you before you stay dead?
A trembling breath escapes her lips and she fights to suck it back in before Greed notices, returning to its confinement just as shakily as it left. Still, her hands betray her by picking up where her lungs left off.]
I've seen them.
[She murmurs more quietly than before, fingers tightening around his hand to force a stillness and will herself to reel whatever this horrible feeling is back in. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she breathes a soft, though decidedly humorless laugh.]
I- I mean, I think I've seen them. I've seen... this. [Giving his hand a little wiggle.] On someone else. I-in my dreams.
[She says it, and it's like a shock going through his system. It stuns him, if only for a second or two. His breath hitches, cutting off just behind his teeth like a spark trying to ignite and finding nothing, nothing, at all. The ouroboros is the one, true thing that marks them; a scarlet-letter brand she couldn't know, unless - ]
[The slits of his eyes expand wildly, catching sight of something that isn't there, before shrinking again. Greed closes them and slowly releases her hand.] So, you know about them. [Not that he hid them from her or anyone else. But she seems to have seen something, a glimpse of sorts.]
[The former homunculus shifts, trying to sit up despite how much he doesn't want to. This is important, though. If she's got some sort of connection (and how the fuck did that happen), she deserves a little more context, doesn't she?] You're right, we all have one. It's in a different spot for each of us. [Greed bends forward at the torso, forcing his necklace to lift up and off his chest in a slow, pulse-beating rhythm.] Don't know how you're seeing that, but -
[He forces his eyes half open to stare at the wall. It won't give him an answer, and neither will all the snippets from before: Lust (with her smile that killed a thousand men), Pride (with eyes everywhere searching him out), Gluttony (with his dumb demeanor and childish outlook), Sloth (always tired and so ready to be done with the burden called living). Then, Envy and Wrath. He doesn't care to give either of those the time of mind. Shit's still worth shit at the end of the day.]
[The Sin hears the stone hanging on his horns choke itself on its chain and he lifts his shoulder.] Sorry you caught a look at them. Not exactly the nicest group to remember. [He says with a smile that's forced. So forced and practiced. The Ultimate Shield is, after all, the ultimate mask. And even if he doesn't have it up, even if his usual face is showing, that doesn't mean he can't fall into its convenient habits.]
[The slits of his eyes expand wildly, catching sight of something that isn't there, before shrinking again. Greed closes them and slowly releases her hand.] So, you know about them. [Not that he hid them from her or anyone else. But she seems to have seen something, a glimpse of sorts.]
[The former homunculus shifts, trying to sit up despite how much he doesn't want to. This is important, though. If she's got some sort of connection (and how the fuck did that happen), she deserves a little more context, doesn't she?] You're right, we all have one. It's in a different spot for each of us. [Greed bends forward at the torso, forcing his necklace to lift up and off his chest in a slow, pulse-beating rhythm.] Don't know how you're seeing that, but -
[He forces his eyes half open to stare at the wall. It won't give him an answer, and neither will all the snippets from before: Lust (with her smile that killed a thousand men), Pride (with eyes everywhere searching him out), Gluttony (with his dumb demeanor and childish outlook), Sloth (always tired and so ready to be done with the burden called living). Then, Envy and Wrath. He doesn't care to give either of those the time of mind. Shit's still worth shit at the end of the day.]
[The Sin hears the stone hanging on his horns choke itself on its chain and he lifts his shoulder.] Sorry you caught a look at them. Not exactly the nicest group to remember. [He says with a smile that's forced. So forced and practiced. The Ultimate Shield is, after all, the ultimate mask. And even if he doesn't have it up, even if his usual face is showing, that doesn't mean he can't fall into its convenient habits.]
[A soft sound, barely that of a whimper escapes her as he sits up and away from her— his memories hurt to feel, to see, but it must hurt most of all to experience. Even seeing it all through his eyes is nothing compared to the rage and betrayal he must have felt in that moment; watching his "family" watch him be destroyed...]
I... don't know, either. But ever since that night— [He knows the one.] —I've been having these... weird dreams. They're not like mine at all. [Her dreams are usually off-the-wall nonsense like manifesting the physical embodiment of her gun as Baron Vladimir Harkonnen from the Dune series telling her that she'll never, ever be happy—]
I kept seeing these... people. They don't... necessarily look like you, but. They have the tattoos. Like you said, in a different spot than yours. A woman with one on her chest, another with one on his tongue. An old man with one where his eye should be...
[She shivers, bringing her now unoccupied hands up to her shoulders to squeeze herself tightly in a self-administered hug. There's darkness, the sound of water splashing, panting, the ache of loss, fear.]
He's the worst of all. It always hurts when I see that one. [Her hands migrate to her collarbones, the places where Greed's arrays would be. She can't see his face from here, but she can tell by the tone of his voice that he's trying to play it off like it's nothing.
She knows that game so well. ]
Don't apologize. It's not like you meant to...
[The young vampire sits up then, scooting forward and moving to slip her arms around him from behind to nuzzle her cheek in the space between his shoulder blades. It may be that she's a vampire or that she's cold-natured, but she can't help but find comfort in the heat that radiates from him, and it's since become one of her favorite parts of her nights with the sin.
And in this moment, above all, all she can hope is to offer even the slightest comfort to him in return.]
I... don't— I can't —understand everything that I've seen, but. I'm... I'm so sorry.
[She grips her own wrist at his hip to stave off the shake, attempting (and failing) at sucking in a steady breath. But her chest hurts, her throat is tight and the telltale burning behind her eyes is threatening to burst open the floodgates.]
You didn't deserve that.
I... don't know, either. But ever since that night— [He knows the one.] —I've been having these... weird dreams. They're not like mine at all. [Her dreams are usually off-the-wall nonsense like manifesting the physical embodiment of her gun as Baron Vladimir Harkonnen from the Dune series telling her that she'll never, ever be happy—]
I kept seeing these... people. They don't... necessarily look like you, but. They have the tattoos. Like you said, in a different spot than yours. A woman with one on her chest, another with one on his tongue. An old man with one where his eye should be...
[She shivers, bringing her now unoccupied hands up to her shoulders to squeeze herself tightly in a self-administered hug. There's darkness, the sound of water splashing, panting, the ache of loss, fear.]
He's the worst of all. It always hurts when I see that one. [Her hands migrate to her collarbones, the places where Greed's arrays would be. She can't see his face from here, but she can tell by the tone of his voice that he's trying to play it off like it's nothing.
She knows that game so well. ]
Don't apologize. It's not like you meant to...
[The young vampire sits up then, scooting forward and moving to slip her arms around him from behind to nuzzle her cheek in the space between his shoulder blades. It may be that she's a vampire or that she's cold-natured, but she can't help but find comfort in the heat that radiates from him, and it's since become one of her favorite parts of her nights with the sin.
And in this moment, above all, all she can hope is to offer even the slightest comfort to him in return.]
I... don't— I can't —understand everything that I've seen, but. I'm... I'm so sorry.
[She grips her own wrist at his hip to stave off the shake, attempting (and failing) at sucking in a steady breath. But her chest hurts, her throat is tight and the telltale burning behind her eyes is threatening to burst open the floodgates.]
You didn't deserve that.
Edited 2024-05-13 23:57 (UTC)
[Remembering. Memories. They're something of a sore spot, aren't they? Not just what happened in the previous incarnation of the 'Nest, but the fact that his everything (his life, his accomplishments, his things) had once been stolen from him too. Stolen and swindled away as the rest of the would-be family watched him burn like a witch for his crimes.]
[Greed's eyes narrow and something in his mouth audible cracks, followed swiftly by the undeniable sound of his stone licking away a wound.] The woman you're seeing is called Lust. [He finds himself again. At least she's not entirely a bad one to think of.] The Ultimate Spear to my Ultimate Shield. [He doesn't remember if he's ever actually told anyone that before. Yes, he's shown it off. And yes, he's proved what it can do. But has he ever said it before? His Father-given gift of all things, and ultimate only when he chose to use it for the right reasons.]
[The Sin's eyes chase over the wall furthest away and as they do, they start flipping. Purple mostly, but that hum of red lingers. Lingers like blood in the air and calls him for filth.] Gluttony's the one with the tongue. He couldn't do anything without Lust and Envy. I almost feel bad for him. He never really knew what we were doing -
[Old man, she says. Old man, and Greed's whole body goes as hard as steel. His upper lip peels away from his teeth and maybe he's never noticed before (or maybe nothing has ever gotten him before), but his teeth are stretching out. Even without the 'Shield, they're stretching out, extending, like a different kind of monster entirely. And all the while, his core drums on; drums and pounds and beats at his chest silently, but no less demanding:]
["Are you an idiot? Who the fuck do you think I am? I'm Greed. Money, women, subordinates. They're all my possessions! And no one takes what's mine!"]
[He inhales sharply through his nose and his teeth shrink back down.] Wrath. King Bradley. He - ["Took everything from me." That's what he wants to say. But that opens up a can of worm he's not entirely ready for. The 'Nest's final days, playing out in blood and bullets. Greed, very slowly, shrugs his shoulders.] Let's just say that he owes me. But the bastard up and died before I had the chance to collect.
[Again, the funny thing about memories: he can picture that moment. That moment where the world's end balanced on the head of a pin, and all he could focus on was Wrath. Wrath's aged, grayed body, splayed out on the floor with his arms missing and that self-satisfied smile planted on his face. The man didn't deserve to smile at the end of it. He didn't deserve that payment. He was in debt, and men in debt should have to suffer out until they've paid back their pounds in flesh.]
[Seras is on him before he knows it and that's when the shock really hits him. Not when she spilled the things she's seen, no. It's this. Greed doesn't breathe and maybe, he can't. Because he can feel the lightest tickle of panic like a scratch in his skull. She should know better. If she's seen it, she should know better.]
[The Sin smothers her hand with his.] Don't apologize to me. It's over, it's done. And who said I didn't deserve it, hmn? You don't know what I've done, Seras. [He says it like he's trying to chase away all of this. Chase it away and bury it again.]
Besides, that was a long time ago. Doesn't matter now.
[Greed's eyes narrow and something in his mouth audible cracks, followed swiftly by the undeniable sound of his stone licking away a wound.] The woman you're seeing is called Lust. [He finds himself again. At least she's not entirely a bad one to think of.] The Ultimate Spear to my Ultimate Shield. [He doesn't remember if he's ever actually told anyone that before. Yes, he's shown it off. And yes, he's proved what it can do. But has he ever said it before? His Father-given gift of all things, and ultimate only when he chose to use it for the right reasons.]
[The Sin's eyes chase over the wall furthest away and as they do, they start flipping. Purple mostly, but that hum of red lingers. Lingers like blood in the air and calls him for filth.] Gluttony's the one with the tongue. He couldn't do anything without Lust and Envy. I almost feel bad for him. He never really knew what we were doing -
[Old man, she says. Old man, and Greed's whole body goes as hard as steel. His upper lip peels away from his teeth and maybe he's never noticed before (or maybe nothing has ever gotten him before), but his teeth are stretching out. Even without the 'Shield, they're stretching out, extending, like a different kind of monster entirely. And all the while, his core drums on; drums and pounds and beats at his chest silently, but no less demanding:]
["Are you an idiot? Who the fuck do you think I am? I'm Greed. Money, women, subordinates. They're all my possessions! And no one takes what's mine!"]
[He inhales sharply through his nose and his teeth shrink back down.] Wrath. King Bradley. He - ["Took everything from me." That's what he wants to say. But that opens up a can of worm he's not entirely ready for. The 'Nest's final days, playing out in blood and bullets. Greed, very slowly, shrugs his shoulders.] Let's just say that he owes me. But the bastard up and died before I had the chance to collect.
[Again, the funny thing about memories: he can picture that moment. That moment where the world's end balanced on the head of a pin, and all he could focus on was Wrath. Wrath's aged, grayed body, splayed out on the floor with his arms missing and that self-satisfied smile planted on his face. The man didn't deserve to smile at the end of it. He didn't deserve that payment. He was in debt, and men in debt should have to suffer out until they've paid back their pounds in flesh.]
[Seras is on him before he knows it and that's when the shock really hits him. Not when she spilled the things she's seen, no. It's this. Greed doesn't breathe and maybe, he can't. Because he can feel the lightest tickle of panic like a scratch in his skull. She should know better. If she's seen it, she should know better.]
[The Sin smothers her hand with his.] Don't apologize to me. It's over, it's done. And who said I didn't deserve it, hmn? You don't know what I've done, Seras. [He says it like he's trying to chase away all of this. Chase it away and bury it again.]
Besides, that was a long time ago. Doesn't matter now.
[She wins and what does she win - ?]
[Well, for a while, it's no answer from him. Because he's laughing. Laughing and howling and holy shit.]
[Well, for a while, it's no answer from him. Because he's laughing. Laughing and howling and holy shit.]
[Eventually, however:]
well wll fucking well HA shouldn't have doubted you at all huh ??
i need that uh . what do they call it ? printed. like fizz's drawing
what do you want for it?
well wll fucking well HA shouldn't have doubted you at all huh ??
i need that uh . what do they call it ? printed. like fizz's drawing
what do you want for it?
[Oh, that's cute. She's going to bring him a million printed photos. Actually, come to think of it—]
let's get a phone printer for the bar
if this backwater town has them anyway. our best bet's heaven but who knows
if we find one you can print whatever your greedy little heart desires
let's get a phone printer for the bar
if this backwater town has them anyway. our best bet's heaven but who knows
if we find one you can print whatever your greedy little heart desires
mm got a point. think i can trust ya to handle that ? not sure what i'm even lookin for
?? whatever ??
?? whatever ??
[Holy shit.]
well what are we waitn for then ? how much does one of em cost? eh nevermind. just let me know what they look like
[He is going to steal a printer.]
well what are we waitn for then ? how much does one of em cost? eh nevermind. just let me know what they look like
[He is going to steal a printer.]
[Not Greed, excited in the bar and almost taking out a rack of glasses in the process. No sir.]
get the gold one
[It's rose gold, fake as shit, but he wants it.]
get the gold one
[It's rose gold, fake as shit, but he wants it.]
Edited (killing me with html smalls) 2024-06-11 02:51 (UTC)
know exactly what i want huh ?
let me know what it comes out to if you pay. if not just make sure none of the feathers catch ya
let me know what it comes out to if you pay. if not just make sure none of the feathers catch ya
least one of you does. three of you
that's my princess. never let 'em catch ya. then they'd have to deal with me and you know i don't like to make things messy if i don't have to
you never let me down
that's my princess. never let 'em catch ya. then they'd have to deal with me and you know i don't like to make things messy if i don't have to
you never let me down
[Velvet could print out that's my princess and paste it on her wall. Or Veneer's wall, since she's in his room more often. She won't, but she'll wear it on the walls of her heart instead.]
and I'm not about to start!
I'll let you know what happens ☆
and I'm not about to start!
I'll let you know what happens ☆
putting this here for later or whenever, i just need a placeholder before i forget lmao
applesolutely
2024-06-19 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
I want to apologize for the other day.
Before you say I don't need to, I still feel bad for worrying you like that. I'm fine now. All healed up and ready to keep being a prime annoyance to everyone I know at all times!
Before you say I don't need to, I still feel bad for worrying you like that. I'm fine now. All healed up and ready to keep being a prime annoyance to everyone I know at all times!
[When the Sin looks at his phone, he's surprised. What?]
you dont need to do that. and don't feel bad all right ? avarice runs a little deep is all. should have watched that. ah well
[But something about that other line: it still doesn't sit right. Just what kind of Hell did these people come from that their self-worth is so damn low?]
oi oi. knock that off would ya? that annoyance talk. doesn't suit ya. youre better than that. besides youre the king of hell remember? if anyone's got a problem with that then they dont know what theyre missin
you dont need to do that. and don't feel bad all right ? avarice runs a little deep is all. should have watched that. ah well
[But something about that other line: it still doesn't sit right. Just what kind of Hell did these people come from that their self-worth is so damn low?]
oi oi. knock that off would ya? that annoyance talk. doesn't suit ya. youre better than that. besides youre the king of hell remember? if anyone's got a problem with that then they dont know what theyre missin
muffled hozier's it will come back playing in the distance
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I don't think being concerned about someone is completely about avarice, though. Besides, no matter the well it springs from, it happens.
[ philosophy hours... you can't tell him to be nice to himself while being like 'sorry i know caring about you was weird and greedy' about it mfer. but also, speaking of, how's he supposed to respond to this? ]
To be fair to my previous statement I'm very often annoying on purpose!
But I appreciate the vote of confidence.
[ why is this so HARD. ]
Besides, I'm just some guy here. I've never been just some guy, not even before I was the king of Hell! It's weird but I don't hate it.
[ philosophy hours... you can't tell him to be nice to himself while being like 'sorry i know caring about you was weird and greedy' about it mfer. but also, speaking of, how's he supposed to respond to this? ]
To be fair to my previous statement I'm very often annoying on purpose!
But I appreciate the vote of confidence.
[ why is this so HARD. ]
Besides, I'm just some guy here. I've never been just some guy, not even before I was the king of Hell! It's weird but I don't hate it.
you do know what i am right ? ah never mind. thats a lot to say over this thing. either way youre not one of mine. and its not like you can't take care of yourself. just didnt like seein you that way. like i said bad deal
ha! fair enough. haven't been annoying to me. some people just don't like to have fun. a bit of a waste if ya ask me
[If you're asking him why this is hard? Oh buddy, he's got no fucking clue! Thank god for the $100 bill he may or may not be smoking at the moment.]
[He's just a dumbass homunculus.]
well then if youre just some guy why not take that ? there's a whole world out there lucifer. heaven, hell. well a knock-off hell i guess. doesnt matter. if you don't want to be the king of it then be that guy. whatever that guy is
not gunna make me think of you any less. so try to do yourself the favor would ya?
ha! fair enough. haven't been annoying to me. some people just don't like to have fun. a bit of a waste if ya ask me
[If you're asking him why this is hard? Oh buddy, he's got no fucking clue! Thank god for the $100 bill he may or may not be smoking at the moment.]
[He's just a dumbass homunculus.]
well then if youre just some guy why not take that ? there's a whole world out there lucifer. heaven, hell. well a knock-off hell i guess. doesnt matter. if you don't want to be the king of it then be that guy. whatever that guy is
not gunna make me think of you any less. so try to do yourself the favor would ya?
I know exactly what you are, Greed. My point is that there's more nuance to how you feel and act than you're granting it. That's all.
Far be it from me to tell you how you feel, though. I apologize if I overstepped.
[ honestly lucifer could probably do well for SOME kind of smoking, but he ain't doin' it. also would it even do anything. googles 'does weed affect angels.' ]
Alright, alright, you got me. Fine! I'll just be that guy but fun style. I don't know what that guy might be yet, but hey, a learning experience for everyone!
Far be it from me to tell you how you feel, though. I apologize if I overstepped.
[ honestly lucifer could probably do well for SOME kind of smoking, but he ain't doin' it. also would it even do anything. googles 'does weed affect angels.' ]
Alright, alright, you got me. Fine! I'll just be that guy but fun style. I don't know what that guy might be yet, but hey, a learning experience for everyone!
[Give him. A second here. Please hold.]
i was never a demon y'know. not until all this. if thats what youre thinking. but i cant lie remember? rules and all.
hey hey quit it. you dont have to say sorry to me. none of you do. thats not really how it works. i know where you live luce. dont have to pop in for a visit to get it through to you do i? [Can he say that? Well he sure as shit did! When you take a guy on a date and he bleeds all over your shitty bar, you're beyond worrying about nicknames.]
listen just be you. whatever that you is. tell that to mine all the damn time. whats the point in pretending youre something youre not? no. id rather have the real one every single time
give it a shot and see whats it like. you got the number for the nest right? just call it next time you run into some shit. i'm there or at the hotel. don't really need to sleep so before you go worrying about that.
don't
i was never a demon y'know. not until all this. if thats what youre thinking. but i cant lie remember? rules and all.
hey hey quit it. you dont have to say sorry to me. none of you do. thats not really how it works. i know where you live luce. dont have to pop in for a visit to get it through to you do i? [Can he say that? Well he sure as shit did! When you take a guy on a date and he bleeds all over your shitty bar, you're beyond worrying about nicknames.]
listen just be you. whatever that you is. tell that to mine all the damn time. whats the point in pretending youre something youre not? no. id rather have the real one every single time
give it a shot and see whats it like. you got the number for the nest right? just call it next time you run into some shit. i'm there or at the hotel. don't really need to sleep so before you go worrying about that.
don't
I wasn't always a demon either. Our situations are very different, I'm well aware, but it's not about lying. I'm not calling you a liar. I also don't think I'm that great at explaining what I mean.
What, is all it takes to get you to visit me saying sorry a couple of times? I'll keep that tucked in my back pocket for later.
[ why did he say that? oh no. oh no keep talking that'll definitely make it better. ]
I'm in the midst of faking it until I make it at the moment, but hey! I guess just letting it fly could work for once. Fair warning, it may or may not be great, but you already dug your hole by saying you wanted the real thing.
Yeah. I got your number.
You know you can call me if you need anything too, right?
What, is all it takes to get you to visit me saying sorry a couple of times? I'll keep that tucked in my back pocket for later.
[ why did he say that? oh no. oh no keep talking that'll definitely make it better. ]
I'm in the midst of faking it until I make it at the moment, but hey! I guess just letting it fly could work for once. Fair warning, it may or may not be great, but you already dug your hole by saying you wanted the real thing.
Yeah. I got your number.
You know you can call me if you need anything too, right?
youre doin that thing again. no regrets with me. even if you arent great at explainin' yourself. no regrets. got it?
ha! AHAHA! no thats not the only thing that would have me come visit. greed the avaricious remember ? all ya gotta do is ask. or let me know. not like i cant make the time. the rest of 'em got most of it covered here if need be. and i'm sure the regulars can miss this handsome face one in a while
[He's a shitty homunculus.]
good keep it. its yours. dont know what a man like you could use but just in case and
[Fidgeting intensifies. His name is Greed. Of course he wants more, but that's not the point of this conversation.]
i'll keep it in mind. i'm kind of hard to kill. pisses a lot of people off. but i'll let you know if someone tries to melt me down ❤️
ha! AHAHA! no thats not the only thing that would have me come visit. greed the avaricious remember ? all ya gotta do is ask. or let me know. not like i cant make the time. the rest of 'em got most of it covered here if need be. and i'm sure the regulars can miss this handsome face one in a while
[He's a shitty homunculus.]
good keep it. its yours. dont know what a man like you could use but just in case and
[Fidgeting intensifies. His name is Greed. Of course he wants more, but that's not the point of this conversation.]
i'll keep it in mind. i'm kind of hard to kill. pisses a lot of people off. but i'll let you know if someone tries to melt me down ❤️
Give a guy a minute! My last ten thousand years have been all about thinking about my regrets. I'm working hard here.
That so? Well, more for me.
[ and he's a shitty devil. anyway he's dipping his toes into flirting. just a little. hashtag send help. ]
I'm just a guy, remember? Sometimes guys need stuff. Who knows what, who knows when. But it happens.
First off, melt you down???????????
Secondly, good. Put it on speed dial. 💜
[ look the yellow heart seemed right to me but google told me that violet is the APPARENT color of pride so that's what he's sending i guess. what do i know. i thought purple would be lust but that's BLUE. ]
That so? Well, more for me.
[ and he's a shitty devil. anyway he's dipping his toes into flirting. just a little. hashtag send help. ]
I'm just a guy, remember? Sometimes guys need stuff. Who knows what, who knows when. But it happens.
First off, melt you down???????????
Secondly, good. Put it on speed dial. 💜
[ look the yellow heart seemed right to me but google told me that violet is the APPARENT color of pride so that's what he's sending i guess. what do i know. i thought purple would be lust but that's BLUE. ]
yeah yeah. keep at it. youll get there eventually
more huh? you sure youre up for that? i'm not the greed you know. but if thats what you want well. who am i to deny you?
[He's playing with fire, but he does not give a damn.]
ok luce just a guy. whats it you really need?
eh. i'll tell ya about it another time. doesn't matter anyway. no one here has tried yet. technically died a couple of times during that whole shadow thing but those are the kind i can come back from.
also you said it may or may not be great. great doesnt matter to me. good bad. right wrong. its all worth having
[Squints.]
whats a speed dial
more huh? you sure youre up for that? i'm not the greed you know. but if thats what you want well. who am i to deny you?
[He's playing with fire, but he does not give a damn.]
ok luce just a guy. whats it you really need?
eh. i'll tell ya about it another time. doesn't matter anyway. no one here has tried yet. technically died a couple of times during that whole shadow thing but those are the kind i can come back from.
also you said it may or may not be great. great doesnt matter to me. good bad. right wrong. its all worth having
[Squints.]
whats a speed dial
You say you're not the Greed I know like that's a bad thing.
[ look, sometimes the fire plays back! ]
Depends. I'll get back to you on that.
Yeugh, just the sound of it. Well, I know my healing still works here, so if you run into anything you need help with for that, I'm your man!
Finding worth in everything, huh?
It's a setting on your phone that lets you have a short list of people you want to be able to contact right away so you don't have to look through every name in your contacts.
I can help you set it up sometime, if you wanted. Best to show you in person.
[ look, sometimes the fire plays back! ]
Depends. I'll get back to you on that.
Yeugh, just the sound of it. Well, I know my healing still works here, so if you run into anything you need help with for that, I'm your man!
Finding worth in everything, huh?
It's a setting on your phone that lets you have a short list of people you want to be able to contact right away so you don't have to look through every name in your contacts.
I can help you set it up sometime, if you wanted. Best to show you in person.
no its not a bad thing. a lot of the ones from your hell just have the whole wrong idea because of him. mammon wouldn't know avarice if it fucking bit him in the ass
what i mean is that i'm insatiable. i'm selfish. it's what i am and what i'll always be. but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing either
eh. don't push yourself if you don't have to. i don't think i've done enough for someone to go through that kind of effort. once was enough and i'm not lookin for a repeat
?? you and the rest. you got this all down huh? could come in handy
pick a time and a place. yours or mine
what i mean is that i'm insatiable. i'm selfish. it's what i am and what i'll always be. but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing either
eh. don't push yourself if you don't have to. i don't think i've done enough for someone to go through that kind of effort. once was enough and i'm not lookin for a repeat
?? you and the rest. you got this all down huh? could come in handy
pick a time and a place. yours or mine
Just because my brother has no fucking idea what real greed and avarice are doesn't mean I don't, I assure you.
Be insatiable. Be selfish. Be exactly what the sin is supposed to be. I would never ask you to be anything you aren't. Show me the real fucking thing like I've never been able to see it.
It's not pushing myself. Healing others is easy-peasy! I do hope you won't need it though.
I've had plenty of time to get used to technology! I don't mind helping out with that.
[ he can do this. he can. he remembers his pep talk with oz. ]
Tomorrow night. Yours.
Be insatiable. Be selfish. Be exactly what the sin is supposed to be. I would never ask you to be anything you aren't. Show me the real fucking thing like I've never been able to see it.
It's not pushing myself. Healing others is easy-peasy! I do hope you won't need it though.
I've had plenty of time to get used to technology! I don't mind helping out with that.
[ he can do this. he can. he remembers his pep talk with oz. ]
Tomorrow night. Yours.
oh i like that sound of that. would be good not to have to explain myself for once
HA fuck all right you asked for it. don't forget now. no regrets. besides i cant be anything but me so we'll see if you have the stomach for it. though if anyone does i'm sure it would be you. wouldn't it?
yeah well. i heal just fine. takes a bit and it's messy so we'll cross that bridge when and if we get there.
tomorrow night. my place.
see you then handsome
HA fuck all right you asked for it. don't forget now. no regrets. besides i cant be anything but me so we'll see if you have the stomach for it. though if anyone does i'm sure it would be you. wouldn't it?
yeah well. i heal just fine. takes a bit and it's messy so we'll cross that bridge when and if we get there.
tomorrow night. my place.
see you then handsome
I don't need explanations.
Call me the curious cat that always comes back. I want to know, so show me. No regrets.
Here's to not getting there.
See you then.
Be ready for me, Greed. 7PM.
[ it's a threat. a threat of a good time. ]
Call me the curious cat that always comes back. I want to know, so show me. No regrets.
Here's to not getting there.
See you then.
Be ready for me, Greed. 7PM.
[ it's a threat. a threat of a good time. ]
[Why are you calling/texting the cat? What possessed you to do this? Ah well. Your funeral.]
[Anyway, the outgoing message is just a lot of drumming:]
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You really do like the acerbic nicknames, huh?
Anyway! Tuna or salmon?
Anyway! Tuna or salmon?
[Talking is not her game. But texting?]
Well if it isn't the bleeder. All your organs where they should be?
I do not care for most names.
You have my attention. For now. Both. But if I must make a choice.
Salmon. Not the garbage from the store. Not the trash they have down here. Upstairs salmon.
Oh, I only kind of have organs! It's real weird in there. Everything is where it's supposed to be, though.
I wouldn't offer if I didn't intend to bring the good stuff! I just thought since I invaded the space the other day and might be doing it more later, I could bring something by.
I wouldn't offer if I didn't intend to bring the good stuff! I just thought since I invaded the space the other day and might be doing it more later, I could bring something by.
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I am quite sure. In any case, I do not care unless you are fighting in my Ring. Will you do that, Applesauce? Will you try to impress me? Or do you prefer a Shield?
Yes. Finest. And what would you have in return? The door is open. He leaves it open. They wander in and stay. That is how it is and I have learned there is nothing to stop it.
So, I will ask you once. What is it you want? He calls it an Equivalent Exchange. A law of alchemy.
If it is nothing, then you make your bed and sleep in it. And I will expect you to leave it at that.
Yes. Finest. And what would you have in return? The door is open. He leaves it open. They wander in and stay. That is how it is and I have learned there is nothing to stop it.
So, I will ask you once. What is it you want? He calls it an Equivalent Exchange. A law of alchemy.
If it is nothing, then you make your bed and sleep in it. And I will expect you to leave it at that.
I'm a lover unless I have to be a fighter, so we'll see.
Equivalent exchange?
[ he thinks about it. he does. then: ]
I'm a nosy guy. I like to know things. You spill the Nest tea on the regular, you get the best of the best from upstairs when I come to visit.
[ it's not a lot, but it's also just bringing her fish. it's no skin off his nose even though he can't just magic food out of nowhere here. ]
Equivalent exchange?
[ he thinks about it. he does. then: ]
I'm a nosy guy. I like to know things. You spill the Nest tea on the regular, you get the best of the best from upstairs when I come to visit.
[ it's not a lot, but it's also just bringing her fish. it's no skin off his nose even though he can't just magic food out of nowhere here. ]
A Lover Boy? How very quaint, Applesauce. Very quaint indeed. A shame. You would have brought in a crowd.
That is an easy deal. How very simple of you. So it shall be. You get one ask first. More once you deliver.
Which do you want to know? The things here? I can list them by the names they have chosen for themselves. They think I do not see or know what they do. Unfortunate for them. A bounty for you.
Or the Sinnerman himself?
That is an easy deal. How very simple of you. So it shall be. You get one ask first. More once you deliver.
Which do you want to know? The things here? I can list them by the names they have chosen for themselves. They think I do not see or know what they do. Unfortunate for them. A bounty for you.
Or the Sinnerman himself?
Maybe sometime on a special occasion! No promises, though.
[ oh, he needs to be normal about this.
he does not need to be normal about this, he realizes, so he's going to be insane about it instead: ]
Start with him. Dealer's choice of what it is.
[ oh, he needs to be normal about this.
he does not need to be normal about this, he realizes, so he's going to be insane about it instead: ]
Start with him. Dealer's choice of what it is.
[Normal? She is just a cat, your honor. What harm could she possibly do?]
[A lot. Buckle up, fuckos.]
Perhaps I shall have to make one. A special occasion.
There are these patterns on him. They are called arrays. They are red and if you have not noticed them by now, you are either more dense than I realized or blind.
Two of his have discovered what they do when pushed a certain way. A dangerous thing, but they brought it upon themselves. They connect to directly to his Philosopher's Stone. Like a circuit. Do you know what happens when you overload a circuit? Tits sure did not.
Do an experiment sometime. But watch your throat.
[A lot. Buckle up, fuckos.]
Perhaps I shall have to make one. A special occasion.
There are these patterns on him. They are called arrays. They are red and if you have not noticed them by now, you are either more dense than I realized or blind.
Two of his have discovered what they do when pushed a certain way. A dangerous thing, but they brought it upon themselves. They connect to directly to his Philosopher's Stone. Like a circuit. Do you know what happens when you overload a circuit? Tits sure did not.
Do an experiment sometime. But watch your throat.
there's a rat in the backroom, I need to know if you lost track of someone before I kill it
[Listen.
A demon cat who turns people into rodents just to eat them is a terrifying thing. Paracelsus ain't about to become a replacement.]
[Listen.
A demon cat who turns people into rodents just to eat them is a terrifying thing. Paracelsus ain't about to become a replacement.]
Did Fuckboy give you my line? Of course he did. Very well.
You are the new arms of the operation. Interesting that you and him have bonded in such a unique way.
Yes I did. How very thoughtful of you. Perhaps you are not as stupid as the rest of them.
Which backroom and when, Baby Boy.
You are the new arms of the operation. Interesting that you and him have bonded in such a unique way.
Yes I did. How very thoughtful of you. Perhaps you are not as stupid as the rest of them.
Which backroom and when, Baby Boy.
["Please don't call me that" is the first thing he types out, but decides against it in the end, deleting it quickly before he accidentally sends it out. No need to risk pissing her off.]
...is that what you call Greed? [Knowing him, he probably gets a kick out of his nickname. What Paracelsus wasn't expecting was the comment on their "unique" bond. Hm. How much do you know, Kam?] I didn't realize he was telling people about that already.
Stockroom, about a minute ago. It was behaving oddly, almost like it wasn't used to its body.
[Having firsthand experience with that, it's pretty easy for him to recognize-]
My guess is it doesn't have the instinct to know where to escape to either, so I'm certain it's still in here. Since I'm already in here, I can help block the door for you. Ma'am.
...is that what you call Greed? [Knowing him, he probably gets a kick out of his nickname. What Paracelsus wasn't expecting was the comment on their "unique" bond. Hm. How much do you know, Kam?] I didn't realize he was telling people about that already.
Stockroom, about a minute ago. It was behaving oddly, almost like it wasn't used to its body.
[Having firsthand experience with that, it's pretty easy for him to recognize-]
My guess is it doesn't have the instinct to know where to escape to either, so I'm certain it's still in here. Since I'm already in here, I can help block the door for you. Ma'am.
I call what you decree as Your Boss many things.
You smell of it. And now, you have given me the answer to a question I have been pondering over. You are very bad at negotiations, Baby Boy. You need to get better if you want to survive here.
But we shall see what to make of you.
Yes. Yes that is the little thing I am missing. A true fool. A feline has no lords or masters. He should have known not to test me.
Block the door with that big lug of a form you call a body. I will be in shortly.
You smell of it. And now, you have given me the answer to a question I have been pondering over. You are very bad at negotiations, Baby Boy. You need to get better if you want to survive here.
But we shall see what to make of you.
Yes. Yes that is the little thing I am missing. A true fool. A feline has no lords or masters. He should have known not to test me.
Block the door with that big lug of a form you call a body. I will be in shortly.
[Bad at negotiations?! Answered a question?! He thought his text was rather simple, surely he didn't give away THAT much information?!
...r-right?]
What did I just do?
[This cat.
She fucking terrifies him.
Which is exactly why he stays in the room, keeping an eye on Kamora's lost prey and making sure it doesn't scurry off somewhere. Poor fool. This is why he stuck to text, no need to let whoever this is know what he's doing.]
...r-right?]
What did I just do?
[This cat.
She fucking terrifies him.
Which is exactly why he stays in the room, keeping an eye on Kamora's lost prey and making sure it doesn't scurry off somewhere. Poor fool. This is why he stuck to text, no need to let whoever this is know what he's doing.]
[Kamora would, under any other circumstance, be seething right now. And maybe she is, maybe she isn't.]
[Ok, no, she is.]
I will give you a moment, a brief moment mind, to reevaluate your word choice. Do you address all as such? With the eloquence of a boar?
I have a title. One that would split your ears in two and make what little is left of your skull boil like a kettle.
As such, I have been given a name. Names do suit your kind, do they not? You may call me by it. Kamora.
I am to assume you are Sausage Links. Meat Stack. But Chuck Eye seems far more appropriate.
What do you want?
[Ok, no, she is.]
I will give you a moment, a brief moment mind, to reevaluate your word choice. Do you address all as such? With the eloquence of a boar?
I have a title. One that would split your ears in two and make what little is left of your skull boil like a kettle.
As such, I have been given a name. Names do suit your kind, do they not? You may call me by it. Kamora.
I am to assume you are Sausage Links. Meat Stack. But Chuck Eye seems far more appropriate.
What do you want?
[ meanwhile she is on cloud nine ]
Eh. You’re calling me a boar because I’m strong right? That’s cool! I just call it like I see it
Ah, that’s okay! I can heal from stuff like that, I had my head chopped up once. It sucked. Bullet in my head, half my body blown up.. people are assholes
See, I don’t like using names if I don’t get them from the person myself. Kamora, then! Badass name for a badass cat. I’m Noi but you can give me a cool nickname too if you wanna
Shit. I forgot what I was gonna ask
Eh. You’re calling me a boar because I’m strong right? That’s cool! I just call it like I see it
Ah, that’s okay! I can heal from stuff like that, I had my head chopped up once. It sucked. Bullet in my head, half my body blown up.. people are assholes
See, I don’t like using names if I don’t get them from the person myself. Kamora, then! Badass name for a badass cat. I’m Noi but you can give me a cool nickname too if you wanna
Shit. I forgot what I was gonna ask
"Cool" is not the word I would use. You really do not understand, do you, Chuck?
Is that so. Oh, how I would enjoy a fight between you and Fuck Boy so very much. It is unfortunate he has rules. A dense homunculus is as good as a dense man, but our bargain is. Acceptable.
Will you fight in my ring? Will you bleed and lose your head and tear them apart for me? Will you show me all that you are made of Tenderloin? If so, I may forgive your past transgressions.
You will be Chuck or Tenderloin to me. Wear it well. I have decided it for you, and so it shall be.
I am looking forward to your answer. About your fight. However, should you be so inclined to seek me out in the future DO NOT WASTE MY TIME m̶̲͗e̷͇̋a̶̪̅ť̶̹ ̷̬̀s̸͇̍u̷̬͑i̶̛̳t̷͈̿ and remember to speak quickly.
Is that so. Oh, how I would enjoy a fight between you and Fuck Boy so very much. It is unfortunate he has rules. A dense homunculus is as good as a dense man, but our bargain is. Acceptable.
Will you fight in my ring? Will you bleed and lose your head and tear them apart for me? Will you show me all that you are made of Tenderloin? If so, I may forgive your past transgressions.
You will be Chuck or Tenderloin to me. Wear it well. I have decided it for you, and so it shall be.
I am looking forward to your answer. About your fight. However, should you be so inclined to seek me out in the future DO NOT WASTE MY TIME m̶̲͗e̷͇̋a̶̪̅ť̶̹ ̷̬̀s̸͇̍u̷̬͑i̶̛̳t̷͈̿ and remember to speak quickly.
Heh. That just means we gotta fight when the doors close, I won’t hurt him that bad. If I do, I’ll just heal him.
I don’t wanna piss you off and I like fighting. I’ll do it! But if I win ten battles, you let me touch your belly. You guys like deals, yeah? If I lose, what do you want?
Hey, I’ve been called worse. I’ll take it! I like meat anyhow
[ oh snap, she could feel that murderous intent through the phone! does it make her pump the brakes? absolutely not. ]
Oh shit, I felt that through the phone! You’re gonna get my blood pumping
I don’t wanna piss you off and I like fighting. I’ll do it! But if I win ten battles, you let me touch your belly. You guys like deals, yeah? If I lose, what do you want?
Hey, I’ve been called worse. I’ll take it! I like meat anyhow
[ oh snap, she could feel that murderous intent through the phone! does it make her pump the brakes? absolutely not. ]
Oh shit, I felt that through the phone! You’re gonna get my blood pumping
That is a trait the two of you share. Like cockroaches, it seems. It would be amusing.
Yes, well, you have barely begun to "piss me off" as you put it. You have irritated me. Little more. But do ⱤɆ₥Ɇ₥฿ɆⱤ ɎØɄⱤ ₱Ⱡ₳₵Ɇ.
If that is your wager, then I suppose I would be a fool to refuse. I will smile when your teeth shatter upon my bars. I will watch with glee as your body comes back together, only to be torn apart again and again. I will look at you upon high when your blood soaks my floors, and you will have asked for it.
For my stomach.
Īⱦ īꞩ ⱥ đēⱥł, Tenderloin.
Yes, well, you have barely begun to "piss me off" as you put it. You have irritated me. Little more. But do ⱤɆ₥Ɇ₥฿ɆⱤ ɎØɄⱤ ₱Ⱡ₳₵Ɇ.
If that is your wager, then I suppose I would be a fool to refuse. I will smile when your teeth shatter upon my bars. I will watch with glee as your body comes back together, only to be torn apart again and again. I will look at you upon high when your blood soaks my floors, and you will have asked for it.
For my stomach.
Īⱦ īꞩ ⱥ đēⱥł, Tenderloin.
[ Kamora is the proud recipient of set of fashionable winter wear that has a note attached, written in an impossibly neat font.
I’m well aware that this might be unnecessary, but I thought it suited you nonetheless. Happy Holidays, Kamora.
- M. ]
I’m well aware that this might be unnecessary, but I thought it suited you nonetheless. Happy Holidays, Kamora.
- M. ]
You are a flatterer. No Alastor, mind. But I will consider these a token that you will not come to test me.
Holidays are for the sentimental. I am not sentimental, nor will I ever be. But an exchange is an exchange, and it would not be equivalent if I did not offer one in return, would it, Little Turtle Dove.
And since I am feeling charitable to your otherwise meaningless status, I will let you decide when to use it.
Holidays are for the sentimental. I am not sentimental, nor will I ever be. But an exchange is an exchange, and it would not be equivalent if I did not offer one in return, would it, Little Turtle Dove.
And since I am feeling charitable to your otherwise meaningless status, I will let you decide when to use it.
got that too did you ? this nights just been full of surprises huh
ah HAHAHA oh that's fucking rich
not sure i wanna think about little envy swappn spit with a guy. but i'm surprised he had it in him
supp se some things do change
not sure i wanna think about little envy swappn spit with a guy. but i'm surprised he had it in him
supp se some things do change
is tha t right? oh ho who would have thought. bt i guess it makes sense. out of all of them he's always been starved for attention
azul doesnt know what he's dealing with. he'll figure it out. or he won't. his choice.
so i've been hearing. ah sorry you had to deal with all that
you're not stil there are you?
azul doesnt know what he's dealing with. he'll figure it out. or he won't. his choice.
so i've been hearing. ah sorry you had to deal with all that
you're not stil there are you?
[A blurry picture accompanies this message, very clearly pointed so that azul and envy can't see what she's doing. their faces aren't quite on screen, but it's clear the both of them are just... hanging around with her.]
we're eating chicken
its been kind of fun
they're idiots but they're funny.
vy thanked me like 15 times
we're eating chicken
its been kind of fun
they're idiots but they're funny.
vy thanked me like 15 times
[Should he open up the image? Will he? Of course he will. It's if he should that's the question.]
[Thankfully, it's tame. Weird, but tame.]
[It takes a few minutes before he replies.]
think that's the first time i've heard someone callin spending time with envy fun
he is an idiot
??? he did what ???
[Thankfully, it's tame. Weird, but tame.]
[It takes a few minutes before he replies.]
think that's the first time i've heard someone callin spending time with envy fun
he is an idiot
??? he did what ???
ok i know hes a brat and totally always up to something but he IS fun. you can dress him up in anything and hes funny.
[and... he's a lot like her. the similarities aren't lost on her. If Envy can't change, become something people want, then she...]
anyway he said thanks like 800 times just for going to get him so we could go get azul
but it was funny and dramatic so its not like he had to
[and... he's a lot like her. the similarities aren't lost on her. If Envy can't change, become something people want, then she...]
anyway he said thanks like 800 times just for going to get him so we could go get azul
but it was funny and dramatic so its not like he had to
if you say so. just make sure he doesnt do anything to you mn? and if he does you'll tell me.
you'll tell me right ?
[It's through text, so it would be impossible to see that look. But maybe, it's clear enough.]
its good though. he needs to learn what this whole thing is about. what it's like. he didn't come with me when i left so its going to take him a bit to get used to things
do me a favor and make sure azul knows the deal. the deal about how it works around here. or else him and i will be having a little chat
you'll tell me right ?
[It's through text, so it would be impossible to see that look. But maybe, it's clear enough.]
its good though. he needs to learn what this whole thing is about. what it's like. he didn't come with me when i left so its going to take him a bit to get used to things
do me a favor and make sure azul knows the deal. the deal about how it works around here. or else him and i will be having a little chat
oh i'll tell you. but he probably wont. It would be against our contract ♥
i'll let azul know whats up but he's not as big and bad as he acts. as squishy soft as ven
[There's more dirt she could give Greed on all that... but for now, she sits on it. No need to waste good information when she could hold it over Azul's head when she needs something.]
i'll let azul know whats up but he's not as big and bad as he acts. as squishy soft as ven
[There's more dirt she could give Greed on all that... but for now, she sits on it. No need to waste good information when she could hold it over Azul's head when she needs something.]
yeah ? that ri ght ? just what kind of contract did you write up? clever little mink
i've seen him before. you might think he is but he can be just as nasty as the rest of us. he'll do well with envy if he can keep up
and if he doesnt? well
i'll remind him that it's not a good idea to mess with whats mine huh
i've seen him before. you might think he is but he can be just as nasty as the rest of us. he'll do well with envy if he can keep up
and if he doesnt? well
i'll remind him that it's not a good idea to mess with whats mine huh
see this is why i never have to worry about you do i. you know how this whole game is played. good job sweetheart
yeah well. sounds like lover boy's up and left. a shame. [Not.]
your ambitions always so nice to hear. keep it up. keep going until no one gets in your way
took your advice by the way. the dating one. still dont get it but seems to be the thing people around here understand
yeah well. sounds like lover boy's up and left. a shame. [Not.]
your ambitions always so nice to hear. keep it up. keep going until no one gets in your way
took your advice by the way. the dating one. still dont get it but seems to be the thing people around here understand
oh and are you the very best princess
yeah i suppose you do. just make sure they're fair huh?
ah well. do you you really want to know?
yeah i suppose you do. just make sure they're fair huh?
ah well. do you you really want to know?
[He waits. Holds it out. Seconds go by, a minute, two, three.]
[Gotta keep 'em wanting, right?]
you could say he's the brightest star hell's got the offer
[Gotta keep 'em wanting, right?]
you could say he's the brightest star hell's got the offer
?? oh i know Angel's the best but i'm not talking about fame
morningstar
morningstar
[Truth and its Door, Vel. You're killing him here.]
yeah sure we'll call him that
[He needs a second. Yeah, he is a Dad, isn't he?]
[First time for everything.]
thats the one. met her too. good kid. was workin too hard though
[Which ... why is she working that hard? Why are they working at all? Do they ... need money? Or is that just a thing?]
but eh i'm not exactly the type of guy you bring home to meet a family huh? probably best not to mention it
yeah sure we'll call him that
[He needs a second. Yeah, he is a Dad, isn't he?]
[First time for everything.]
thats the one. met her too. good kid. was workin too hard though
[Which ... why is she working that hard? Why are they working at all? Do they ... need money? Or is that just a thing?]
but eh i'm not exactly the type of guy you bring home to meet a family huh? probably best not to mention it
got something called a speed dial. ha ! this place and its new technology. pretty amazing huh?
so how does it work? think i got it right the first time but
so how does it work? think i got it right the first time but
god right its like she doesn't even know shes a princess. idk some peoples heaven is working though ig
idk id bring you home lol. but i'll keep your dirty devil secret for you
when i come around next i'll show you i have to show you the printer too anyway. and i'll teach you other stuff too
idk id bring you home lol. but i'll keep your dirty devil secret for you
when i come around next i'll show you i have to show you the printer too anyway. and i'll teach you other stuff too
her too huh ? tsk. whats it going to take to make these people understand ? is it really so hard? he was doing that thing
don't they know who theyre talking to?
yeah well. youre different. im pretty sure most people wouldn't make the same choice. can't blame em
woould be a good idea. we didnt have all this. suppose they didnt need it what with the state alchemists and all. eh
want me to grab somethin for the trouble?
don't they know who theyre talking to?
yeah well. youre different. im pretty sure most people wouldn't make the same choice. can't blame em
woould be a good idea. we didnt have all this. suppose they didnt need it what with the state alchemists and all. eh
want me to grab somethin for the trouble?
Edited (i used huh twice and it was not a vibe) 2024-06-30 04:07 (UTC)
oi dont even get me started vel. these people here. i dont know what happened but it doesnt sit right with me. guess i should start teaching them huh ? their worth
i'll order something in. you ok with spice ?
i'll order something in. you ok with spice ?
ehh we'll see about that. they're all pretty stubborn. itd be a whole lot easier if they just got it. ah well we'll get there
uh huh. keep up with that flattery princess and see where it gets ya hm ?
good. found this ghost pepper ice cream i wanna try. imp runnin the joint says its hotter than the flames of any hell. i wanna see if he's right
uh huh. keep up with that flattery princess and see where it gets ya hm ?
good. found this ghost pepper ice cream i wanna try. imp runnin the joint says its hotter than the flames of any hell. i wanna see if he's right
Edited (because i can can and did did) 2024-07-05 21:19 (UTC)
don't think i gotta spell it out for ya. i'll always take more 💖
yeah yeah sure. i'll get it for ya. thanks again by the way
yeah yeah sure. i'll get it for ya. thanks again by the way
[ near closing time on the day of her arrival, she is typing away on her phone.. ]
Guess who’s back in this shithole
You at work? I need a drink, an ear and possibly a weapon. They put me in Heaven, Greed
Me! Verosika fucking Mayday in Heaven
I’m gonna make their lives so miserable
Guess who’s back in this shithole
You at work? I need a drink, an ear and possibly a weapon. They put me in Heaven, Greed
Me! Verosika fucking Mayday in Heaven
I’m gonna make their lives so miserable
Edited 2024-07-01 16:07 (UTC)
[Greed's busy cleaning up the bar for the night when he hears his phone go off. At first, he thinks nothing of it. Then, he sees the name.]
[And a smile splits across his face.]
was wondering when they'd bring you back here. y'know it hasn't been the same without you
where else would i be? but ya caught me at a good time. the rest of em have already fucked off for the night. whats your poison? i'll get it ready for ya. sounds like you could use the favor
[A beat.]
i got a spare jacket in the back that might suit you. y'know how they get down here with the angelic types
[And a smile splits across his face.]
was wondering when they'd bring you back here. y'know it hasn't been the same without you
where else would i be? but ya caught me at a good time. the rest of em have already fucked off for the night. whats your poison? i'll get it ready for ya. sounds like you could use the favor
[A beat.]
i got a spare jacket in the back that might suit you. y'know how they get down here with the angelic types
I’ll give them some credit, they have good taste. Did you miss me, big guy?
A man like you? Who’s to say? I still have to pay you back for riling me up at the beach. It’s been a while, hope you can afford the late fees. Surprise me
You know what I like, I’ll take what I can get. Lucifer already bailed me out of a jam when I got here, not looking forward to a repeat performance
I’ll be there in 5
A man like you? Who’s to say? I still have to pay you back for riling me up at the beach. It’s been a while, hope you can afford the late fees. Surprise me
You know what I like, I’ll take what I can get. Lucifer already bailed me out of a jam when I got here, not looking forward to a repeat performance
I’ll be there in 5
can't deny that though last month was a real mess. ah well
got me all figured out do you? but no not tonight. tonight it'll just be you and me. but dont tell me you're actually upset about that whole thing. you know i'll pay it back every time. i'm fair remember? ❤️
might not be exactly what you like but it'll work for now.
luce huh ?
see ya in 5 Ver
got me all figured out do you? but no not tonight. tonight it'll just be you and me. but dont tell me you're actually upset about that whole thing. you know i'll pay it back every time. i'm fair remember? ❤️
might not be exactly what you like but it'll work for now.
luce huh ?
see ya in 5 Ver
Edited (edit because i can can and i wrote this half asleep last night) 2024-07-03 00:06 (UTC)
[ instead of texting him, he slides her phone into a pocket and makes it there in just under five minutes. color her impressed, she didn’t even get stabbed on the way here, which is already a vast improvement.
so, when the door swings open, she waltzes in looking very human with her wings out and sporting this little number. the giant fluffy princess dress had to go, imagine her surprise when it was Velvet’s idea to go shopping. ]
Vel spilled the tea, I’d say I’m sorry I missed it but I’d be full of shit. Lover, not a fighter, remember?
[ instead of sliding onto a stool, she uses it to hoist herself up and take a seat on the edge of the bar so she can grab him by the vest and tug him closer. ]
Upset is a strong word, I don’t do feelings. How about just eager to stick it to the guy who got me hot and bothered? Oh, I know you’re good for it, and you know I’ll collect sometime. [ as nonchalant as ever, she grins and steals a kiss before letting him go so she can straighten up again. after crossing her legs, she leans back against her arms. ]
I know his daughter better than I know him.
[ of course she doesn’t elaborate, she has fun teasing their princess and actually enjoys working on their talent routine together. they’ve spent enough time together to get to know one another better. ]
so, when the door swings open, she waltzes in looking very human with her wings out and sporting this little number. the giant fluffy princess dress had to go, imagine her surprise when it was Velvet’s idea to go shopping. ]
Vel spilled the tea, I’d say I’m sorry I missed it but I’d be full of shit. Lover, not a fighter, remember?
[ instead of sliding onto a stool, she uses it to hoist herself up and take a seat on the edge of the bar so she can grab him by the vest and tug him closer. ]
Upset is a strong word, I don’t do feelings. How about just eager to stick it to the guy who got me hot and bothered? Oh, I know you’re good for it, and you know I’ll collect sometime. [ as nonchalant as ever, she grins and steals a kiss before letting him go so she can straighten up again. after crossing her legs, she leans back against her arms. ]
I know his daughter better than I know him.
[ of course she doesn’t elaborate, she has fun teasing their princess and actually enjoys working on their talent routine together. they’ve spent enough time together to get to know one another better. ]
[Closing time means the bar is basically a ghost town. The lights have been set way down low, leaving the whole building in an odd, twilight dim. Of course, he's still around. Still around and swiping down a pint when he hears the door open wide on its groaning, loose-bolt hinges.]
[And who should arrive (looking far more angelic than she should), but Verosika God Damn Mayday.]
[Greed yanks the rag from the glass, tossing it over his shoulder. For a second, he merely takes her all in. The heavenly bodied look isn't a bad one for her per say, but it doesn't quite fit. It's more like she's wearing a dress that doesn't suit her, or a jacket that's been tailored all wrong. And hasn't she always been proud of what she is? Of what that other Hell had her be?]
[The former homunculus racks the pint underneath the bar.] Did she? Yeah, you didn't miss much, lovely. Just a fucking headache. [He's about to say something else, but then she grabs him by the vest. And who would he be if he didn't comply?]
[So, he follows that pull, letting his hips knock along the other side of the bar with a dull thunk of hollow wood and bone.] Mnn. Glad to see some things haven't changed. [He says, the purr in his voice sticking like hot iron in the back of his throat.] But you can't really blame me. Maybe I was just curious to see how much want I could get out of you.
[He's teasing. Even when she smiles like that (that wicked smile full of trouble) and steals a kiss from him, the Sin's all his usual nonchalance. The whole world could come crashing down on him (it seems), and he'd still have that toothy grin plastered all over his face.]
[Greed gingerly clicks his front teeth together when she pulls away.] I know. And I'm counting on it. Everything's got a price, right? Ah, but first - why don't we get you that drink?
[The former homunculus turns away, spinning on his heels as he wanders over to the prep station behind him. There's already a glass at the ready and waiting for him. The drink in question isn't on the menu. Something special for a succubus that could use a little more.]
[Greed grabs an orange, digs his claws in, and begins to peel it.] His daughter, huh? [The skin ribbons around his claws as he takes his thumb to it.] Charlie, right? Met her once. Good kid. Though, I don't know why the Princess of Hell was working at a fast food joint. Figured a gal like her would be doing, I don't know. [He shrugs, forcing the fur along his collar to hitch up the back of his neck.] Something else, I guess.
[He cuts off a slice and places it on the rim of the glass before turning around and setting it in front of Verosika.] To coming back to this shit hole. [Greed flashes a smile.]
[And who should arrive (looking far more angelic than she should), but Verosika God Damn Mayday.]
[Greed yanks the rag from the glass, tossing it over his shoulder. For a second, he merely takes her all in. The heavenly bodied look isn't a bad one for her per say, but it doesn't quite fit. It's more like she's wearing a dress that doesn't suit her, or a jacket that's been tailored all wrong. And hasn't she always been proud of what she is? Of what that other Hell had her be?]
[The former homunculus racks the pint underneath the bar.] Did she? Yeah, you didn't miss much, lovely. Just a fucking headache. [He's about to say something else, but then she grabs him by the vest. And who would he be if he didn't comply?]
[So, he follows that pull, letting his hips knock along the other side of the bar with a dull thunk of hollow wood and bone.] Mnn. Glad to see some things haven't changed. [He says, the purr in his voice sticking like hot iron in the back of his throat.] But you can't really blame me. Maybe I was just curious to see how much want I could get out of you.
[He's teasing. Even when she smiles like that (that wicked smile full of trouble) and steals a kiss from him, the Sin's all his usual nonchalance. The whole world could come crashing down on him (it seems), and he'd still have that toothy grin plastered all over his face.]
[Greed gingerly clicks his front teeth together when she pulls away.] I know. And I'm counting on it. Everything's got a price, right? Ah, but first - why don't we get you that drink?
[The former homunculus turns away, spinning on his heels as he wanders over to the prep station behind him. There's already a glass at the ready and waiting for him. The drink in question isn't on the menu. Something special for a succubus that could use a little more.]
[Greed grabs an orange, digs his claws in, and begins to peel it.] His daughter, huh? [The skin ribbons around his claws as he takes his thumb to it.] Charlie, right? Met her once. Good kid. Though, I don't know why the Princess of Hell was working at a fast food joint. Figured a gal like her would be doing, I don't know. [He shrugs, forcing the fur along his collar to hitch up the back of his neck.] Something else, I guess.
[He cuts off a slice and places it on the rim of the glass before turning around and setting it in front of Verosika.] To coming back to this shit hole. [Greed flashes a smile.]
? not busy enough i can't make the time. being a little demanding there princess
something happen ?
yeah sure but youre gunna have to give me a little bit of a hint here
something happen ?
yeah sure but youre gunna have to give me a little bit of a hint here
oh ho ho! is that what this is all bout? what happened?
yeah yeah its on the list. be there in a sec
yeah yeah its on the list. be there in a sec
[Speak of the devil and you'll get him: that's how the phrase goes, doesn't it?]
[After finishing up whatever the hell he'd been up to, Greed's at the door to Velvet's hotel room about half an hour after his last text. There's cologne on his skin (from a fresh shower), a faint lick of exhaust and smoke in the fur of his vest, and a thin smile on his face. Velvet is demanding on any day that ends in Y, but it's never been about something quite like this.]
[Maybe, she's just taking his own advice. Perhaps, she's merely cutting the foreplay. Either way, he's about to find out, whatever the reason.]
[The former homunculus plants his toe at the lip of the door. And with two, metallic taps, he knocks.]
[Dnk. Dnk.]
[After finishing up whatever the hell he'd been up to, Greed's at the door to Velvet's hotel room about half an hour after his last text. There's cologne on his skin (from a fresh shower), a faint lick of exhaust and smoke in the fur of his vest, and a thin smile on his face. Velvet is demanding on any day that ends in Y, but it's never been about something quite like this.]
[Maybe, she's just taking his own advice. Perhaps, she's merely cutting the foreplay. Either way, he's about to find out, whatever the reason.]
[The former homunculus plants his toe at the lip of the door. And with two, metallic taps, he knocks.]
[Dnk. Dnk.]
[The first text doesn't receive very much of a wordy answer. Instead there's just a picture taken at a close angle, of pristine white fur and tumbles of green curls and a glimpse of a pretty little smile.]
ill teach you to take good ones
[Before the door opens there is the distinct sound from inside the room of aluminum striking aluminum in the form of a can being thrown against its brethren.
When Velvet opens the door it is with all that green curly hair cascading down her shoulders, a bow tied around her chest, and a satiny, drapey nightgown. She leans against the doorway as if to look all cool and collected, but upon seeing Greed all cleaned up and smelling wonderful, Velvet perks up with an interest almost rivaling Veneer's vibrance— but only almost.]
Well, look at you!
Ugh, I knew you wouldn't let me down!
[She reaches out to fluff the fur on his vest, minky little purrs bubbling up from her chest. He is perfect, perfect, just as wonderful as she expects him to be, and she knows there's no reason to doubt his perception of her.]
ill teach you to take good ones
[Before the door opens there is the distinct sound from inside the room of aluminum striking aluminum in the form of a can being thrown against its brethren.
When Velvet opens the door it is with all that green curly hair cascading down her shoulders, a bow tied around her chest, and a satiny, drapey nightgown. She leans against the doorway as if to look all cool and collected, but upon seeing Greed all cleaned up and smelling wonderful, Velvet perks up with an interest almost rivaling Veneer's vibrance— but only almost.]
Well, look at you!
Ugh, I knew you wouldn't let me down!
[She reaches out to fluff the fur on his vest, minky little purrs bubbling up from her chest. He is perfect, perfect, just as wonderful as she expects him to be, and she knows there's no reason to doubt his perception of her.]
[He completely misses the text.]
[And that's fine. That's fine, because here is Velvet (his first, the one who said yes, the princess of his little den of thieves and outcasts) dressed in a little slip with a glint in her eye, and ah. How can he pay attention to a phone when he's got the real thing right in front of him?]
[Greed tilts his head to the side, giving her more access to the fur around his collar.] What, did you really doubt me? I always like to leave an impression, Princess. [His voice is smooth like butter; like a chaser to whiskey, and it all goes down slick and clean.] I'm almost hurt.
[He's not, not really, and that's clear by the absolute bastard of an expression on his face. The former homunculus pushes forward to try to guide her backwards into the hotel room.] But I have to wonder, what's this all about, hmn? Not that I'm gunna say no - [He lets the rest of the sentence hang on the forks of his tongue.] - but you seemed pretty short with me. Something up?
[Is he going to walk right in and make himself at home? Absolutely. He's Greed: the world's his simply by name.]
[But before he does, he shoves a little box into her hand. It's plain and white with what appears to be someone's half-assed attempt of a ribbon tied loosely around the lid.]
[If she opens it, what she'll find is a tiara. And if it's stolen? Well.]
[He's not about to tell, is he?]
[And that's fine. That's fine, because here is Velvet (his first, the one who said yes, the princess of his little den of thieves and outcasts) dressed in a little slip with a glint in her eye, and ah. How can he pay attention to a phone when he's got the real thing right in front of him?]
[Greed tilts his head to the side, giving her more access to the fur around his collar.] What, did you really doubt me? I always like to leave an impression, Princess. [His voice is smooth like butter; like a chaser to whiskey, and it all goes down slick and clean.] I'm almost hurt.
[He's not, not really, and that's clear by the absolute bastard of an expression on his face. The former homunculus pushes forward to try to guide her backwards into the hotel room.] But I have to wonder, what's this all about, hmn? Not that I'm gunna say no - [He lets the rest of the sentence hang on the forks of his tongue.] - but you seemed pretty short with me. Something up?
[Is he going to walk right in and make himself at home? Absolutely. He's Greed: the world's his simply by name.]
[But before he does, he shoves a little box into her hand. It's plain and white with what appears to be someone's half-assed attempt of a ribbon tied loosely around the lid.]
[If she opens it, what she'll find is a tiara. And if it's stolen? Well.]
[He's not about to tell, is he?]
[He's having a great time, really. He's glad to be taking this time to bitch and booze and bond with his brother, super hype that he got invited along at all, but boy oh boy is he too sober for the conversation they're having.]
I just don't know how you keep up with it all. I can barely handle one. And now I have to care about two and one of them doesn't even fucking like me? It's bullshit!
[Scrubbing his face roughly with a hot rag, like it will scrub away all his annoying ass thoughts.]
How much do you have to drink before you get drunk? Because I need like, twice that and I don't know if you brought that much.
I just don't know how you keep up with it all. I can barely handle one. And now I have to care about two and one of them doesn't even fucking like me? It's bullshit!
[Scrubbing his face roughly with a hot rag, like it will scrub away all his annoying ass thoughts.]
How much do you have to drink before you get drunk? Because I need like, twice that and I don't know if you brought that much.
[There is a very good reason he does work for Ella of the Cackle Sisters.]
[Sure, the place is located in the sewer. But when has that ever stopped him? The sewers here, just as they were in Dublith, are a second home to him. And Ella always keeps her little hole in the wall as clean as possible.]
[Tonight however, he's off the clock.]
[Greed leans into the opposite corner of the hot tub as he stretches out his legs. Free of his boots, his raptor feet splay open like a cat waking from a mid-noon nap; their sharp points grinding shrill.] Mn? Ah, the people here, you mean. [The former homunculus lifts one of his hands up from the side of the tub. He has a cigar this time, and it's wrapped in at least two $200 bills.]
It's always been that way with me, Envy. You know that better than anyone. I'm Greed, remember? [He opens one of his eyes, shooting a half-hooded glance over to his would-be brother.] It's kind of the whole point.
[He pauses to take a couple of puffs from the cigar. For a while, he savors the burn of it, the taste; it's coppery in the way a penny may be. A penny that has been cooked to a simmer and left to skip and pop in the bottom of a frying pan.]
[When he releases, he does so in rings of smoke.] We can't. Believe me, I've tried. But I really don't think liquor is going to help that little problem of yours. [Still, he reaches around with his tail to snag the handle of scotch he's brought with them. He lifts it and slowly hovers it Envy's way.]
Everything about this doesn't matter. I don't get it. Just because you have one thing, it doesn't make another worth any less.
[Sure, the place is located in the sewer. But when has that ever stopped him? The sewers here, just as they were in Dublith, are a second home to him. And Ella always keeps her little hole in the wall as clean as possible.]
[Tonight however, he's off the clock.]
[Greed leans into the opposite corner of the hot tub as he stretches out his legs. Free of his boots, his raptor feet splay open like a cat waking from a mid-noon nap; their sharp points grinding shrill.] Mn? Ah, the people here, you mean. [The former homunculus lifts one of his hands up from the side of the tub. He has a cigar this time, and it's wrapped in at least two $200 bills.]
It's always been that way with me, Envy. You know that better than anyone. I'm Greed, remember? [He opens one of his eyes, shooting a half-hooded glance over to his would-be brother.] It's kind of the whole point.
[He pauses to take a couple of puffs from the cigar. For a while, he savors the burn of it, the taste; it's coppery in the way a penny may be. A penny that has been cooked to a simmer and left to skip and pop in the bottom of a frying pan.]
[When he releases, he does so in rings of smoke.] We can't. Believe me, I've tried. But I really don't think liquor is going to help that little problem of yours. [Still, he reaches around with his tail to snag the handle of scotch he's brought with them. He lifts it and slowly hovers it Envy's way.]
Everything about this doesn't matter. I don't get it. Just because you have one thing, it doesn't make another worth any less.
...You drink all the time! And it doesn't do anything for you? There's so much awful stuff out there and you willingly just-- Eugh. [Envy grimaces, holding his hands up and scooting away a bit.] Next, you'll be telling me you fuck for the exercise. What's wrong with you?
Ugh, anyway. You're a broken record is what you are. Your answer to everything can't be "I'm Greed, duh." You teaching that accountant of yours how to be greedy is what got me into this "little problem."
[Fine, he can't drink. But he can smoke, and he can smoke these cute little pink-wrapped cigarettes that Velvet gave him some time ago. He doesn't break them out often, but he figures it's a special occasion so why not. It seems everything in this little bag he brought with him is perhaps stuff Velvet gave him, or at least advised his own selection of, because it's glitzy, it's glammy, and it appears to contain only smoking paraphernalia.]
Some people just aren't built to be like you. [He gestures at Greed with his lighter before lighting up his adorable smoke, and drops it back in his bag.] And those people are the ones like me. [He exhales, gesturing now at himself, resting that hand on his chest while the other takes the spliff from his lips.]
Nanami is like me. We have different values and morals, sure, but the way we want things is the same. He's certainly too much like me to be good at thinking like you. And besides, it's a dangerous thing to mix jealousy and greed. Because you know what you get? Hypocrisy. And you know dear ol' dad loved that one, which is why we didn't get an eighth sibling.
[Fine, he can't drink. But he can smoke, and he can smoke these cute little pink-wrapped cigarettes that Velvet gave him some time ago. He doesn't break them out often, but he figures it's a special occasion so why not. It seems everything in this little bag he brought with him is perhaps stuff Velvet gave him, or at least advised his own selection of, because it's glitzy, it's glammy, and it appears to contain only smoking paraphernalia.]
Some people just aren't built to be like you. [He gestures at Greed with his lighter before lighting up his adorable smoke, and drops it back in his bag.] And those people are the ones like me. [He exhales, gesturing now at himself, resting that hand on his chest while the other takes the spliff from his lips.]
Nanami is like me. We have different values and morals, sure, but the way we want things is the same. He's certainly too much like me to be good at thinking like you. And besides, it's a dangerous thing to mix jealousy and greed. Because you know what you get? Hypocrisy. And you know dear ol' dad loved that one, which is why we didn't get an eighth sibling.
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[Greed lets his head lull way, way back. The steam rising up from the tub coils about his throat (pitch black with his 'Shield), and a low buzz of laughter begins to slowly quake up his gullet. It starts deep in the pit of his stomach and climbs. Climbs and climbs until it's like thunder in his mouth, crashing against the walls.]
Gaha AHAHAHAHA! Fuck - [The former homunculus lifts another hand out of the water to wave it wildly, sending a sprinkle of drips across the surface.] - no, Envy. I don't fuck for my health. I do it because it's something I want to do. What? [He flicks a single eye to his fellow Sin, and the smile on his face is awful in its intentions.] Do you think I was sleeping with people just to get my blood pumping or something?
[Of course, he knows Envy doesn't believe that. But it's a funny thing to think about.]
[Greed takes another drag off his cigar before throwing his arm over the side of the tub again to ash it. Ah, and there it is. The real reason they're halfway down the sewers of Hell, in a hot tub owned by an eight-foot-tall Hyena woman, and sharing a bottle of high-proof liquor.] Mn. [The Sin closes his eyes and rolls his spine up against the side he's stretched out on.]
People are complicated. I never said they weren't. [He interjects, the cloudy smoke from his cigar masking his teeth.] But Nanami Kento is, was, a man who denied himself everything. Ever since we first met, he thought he didn't deserve better. And I can't stand it when they do that. Never could.
[Bringing up good ol'Pops earns a sneer.] Yeah, Daddy sir was just full of it. But that's not what I'm trying to do. If I knew Kento had a jealous streak, I would have talked to him about it before. Ehh.
[Greed slouches, sinking deeper into the bubbly, champagne-pink water.] He should know better. He knows he can't own me, so what makes him think he can own anyone else? [Lazily, he gestures to Envy to pass the bottle.] And before you go and call me a hypocrite, it's different. You know it's different, Envy.
Gaha AHAHAHAHA! Fuck - [The former homunculus lifts another hand out of the water to wave it wildly, sending a sprinkle of drips across the surface.] - no, Envy. I don't fuck for my health. I do it because it's something I want to do. What? [He flicks a single eye to his fellow Sin, and the smile on his face is awful in its intentions.] Do you think I was sleeping with people just to get my blood pumping or something?
[Of course, he knows Envy doesn't believe that. But it's a funny thing to think about.]
[Greed takes another drag off his cigar before throwing his arm over the side of the tub again to ash it. Ah, and there it is. The real reason they're halfway down the sewers of Hell, in a hot tub owned by an eight-foot-tall Hyena woman, and sharing a bottle of high-proof liquor.] Mn. [The Sin closes his eyes and rolls his spine up against the side he's stretched out on.]
People are complicated. I never said they weren't. [He interjects, the cloudy smoke from his cigar masking his teeth.] But Nanami Kento is, was, a man who denied himself everything. Ever since we first met, he thought he didn't deserve better. And I can't stand it when they do that. Never could.
[Bringing up good ol'Pops earns a sneer.] Yeah, Daddy sir was just full of it. But that's not what I'm trying to do. If I knew Kento had a jealous streak, I would have talked to him about it before. Ehh.
[Greed slouches, sinking deeper into the bubbly, champagne-pink water.] He should know better. He knows he can't own me, so what makes him think he can own anyone else? [Lazily, he gestures to Envy to pass the bottle.] And before you go and call me a hypocrite, it's different. You know it's different, Envy.
Yeah, no, I know! I really don't know what his deal is! He gave me shit like I was trying to say I owned him. And I don't! I mean, not really! We have contracts or whatever, but it's more of a mutual ownership type thing I guess.
[To say they arranged a type of marriage wouldn't really be incorrect, but it was purely fortax magical benefits! It's a marriage of power! And a bed some(most of)times! That's all! Don't think about it too hard! Envy would sooner eat a cement block than admit to such a thing. Ignore all of this, they're talking about the accountant, now!.]
I can't believe you couldn't tell he has a jealous streak. Look at him, he's the living embodiment of selfish greed. You're at least a generous greed! You share your things with your people, and your people share your people. I mean, you don't even care what they do with themselves as long as come back to you, right? That and, like, not get hurt or, like... narc on you.
[He takes the bottle and eyes it suspiciously, not really trusting that this isn't going to suck. Still, not one to be a wuss, he takes a swig and fights the muscles in his face trying to screw up from the burn.]
Nnhnhghhgaaah!! Shit, that hurts--
[To say they arranged a type of marriage wouldn't really be incorrect, but it was purely for
I can't believe you couldn't tell he has a jealous streak. Look at him, he's the living embodiment of selfish greed. You're at least a generous greed! You share your things with your people, and your people share your people. I mean, you don't even care what they do with themselves as long as come back to you, right? That and, like, not get hurt or, like... narc on you.
[He takes the bottle and eyes it suspiciously, not really trusting that this isn't going to suck. Still, not one to be a wuss, he takes a swig and fights the muscles in his face trying to screw up from the burn.]
Nnhnhghhgaaah!! Shit, that hurts--
Contracts, huh.
[Greed's eyes slide towards Envy, and ah, is that a look. Satisfaction, smugness, knowing: they play across his face as broiling as heated oven coils. Because he knows about Envy's little deal with Velvet, but to hear that there are more?]
[Oh, ho, ho.]
[The Sin makes a show of it when he places the cigar back between his teeth. He arcs his hand, skirting a line of smoke towards the ceiling.] Now that's interesting. I didn't think you'd be one to make a deal, never mind two. Call me surprised. [His teeth bite into the cash wrapper, and he pulls a plume of smoke into the back of his throat.] Ha - !
[Greed shoves his feet out of the tub and laces his ankles on the lip of it.] Yeah, well. [He presses his shoulder blades together.] I'm also selfish, Envy. Don't forget that. [The tip of his cigar burns red with he sucks on it one, last time. And then, he's exhaling; exhaling a whirl of smoke that's thick and sticky with his want.] But you're right. I don't care what they do, who they fuck, where they've been. I'm a big fan of choice. You know that.
[He idly runs his fingers down his throat. Then, Envy takes a swig, yelps, and the former homunculus barks out again. The way in which he moves (erratic, wild thing) almost makes him drop his entire cigar into the tub.] Truth fucking help you, have never drank before? [Greed opens his eyes and there's a crease in the corners of them that's entirely cat-like.] That's not even the strongest stuff I've got. Did you ever try Drachma moonshine? Now, if you want something that'll really put hair on your chest -
[He trails off. Just what the hell had he been up to for those 100 missing years?]
[Greed's eyes slide towards Envy, and ah, is that a look. Satisfaction, smugness, knowing: they play across his face as broiling as heated oven coils. Because he knows about Envy's little deal with Velvet, but to hear that there are more?]
[Oh, ho, ho.]
[The Sin makes a show of it when he places the cigar back between his teeth. He arcs his hand, skirting a line of smoke towards the ceiling.] Now that's interesting. I didn't think you'd be one to make a deal, never mind two. Call me surprised. [His teeth bite into the cash wrapper, and he pulls a plume of smoke into the back of his throat.] Ha - !
[Greed shoves his feet out of the tub and laces his ankles on the lip of it.] Yeah, well. [He presses his shoulder blades together.] I'm also selfish, Envy. Don't forget that. [The tip of his cigar burns red with he sucks on it one, last time. And then, he's exhaling; exhaling a whirl of smoke that's thick and sticky with his want.] But you're right. I don't care what they do, who they fuck, where they've been. I'm a big fan of choice. You know that.
[He idly runs his fingers down his throat. Then, Envy takes a swig, yelps, and the former homunculus barks out again. The way in which he moves (erratic, wild thing) almost makes him drop his entire cigar into the tub.] Truth fucking help you, have never drank before? [Greed opens his eyes and there's a crease in the corners of them that's entirely cat-like.] That's not even the strongest stuff I've got. Did you ever try Drachma moonshine? Now, if you want something that'll really put hair on your chest -
[He trails off. Just what the hell had he been up to for those 100 missing years?]
...But you don't even have chest hair... That's not the point-- Show me on the homunculus where you're selfish! Letting all your little puplings run around off-lead is just making a mess of everyone's gardens and you don't even care. They're out here eating cats and biting mailmen and you're like "Yep, that one's mine. Ain't he precious?" You're the worst, you spoil them.
[Ugh, that's still not the point either, he's just looking for things to dig at when Greed has already got him pinned for the "deal" thing.]
Grruh-- Fine, look. I wanted my power back, Greed. I wasn't me without it. You saw how I looked when they spat me out here! It was awful! I couldn't stand it! [Now with that power back, he's uses his energy to maintain his former facade, just with the added horns, ears and tail-- which is to say that he only did away with the extra arms, the yellow sclera and being too green in some places. You know, the parts that made him look a little too close to his "true" forms.]
I was desperate. That little shit looked at me, saw a poor unfortunate soul in need and gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. Now, I have my shapeshifting back and endless wishes at my disposal! It worked out! [He sucks in a hit before sinking into the water up to his ears, blowing bubbles of irritation that float into the air and pop with little plumes of smoke. He will stay there to sulk for now, feeling so incredibly judged rn.]
[Ugh, that's still not the point either, he's just looking for things to dig at when Greed has already got him pinned for the "deal" thing.]
Grruh-- Fine, look. I wanted my power back, Greed. I wasn't me without it. You saw how I looked when they spat me out here! It was awful! I couldn't stand it! [Now with that power back, he's uses his energy to maintain his former facade, just with the added horns, ears and tail-- which is to say that he only did away with the extra arms, the yellow sclera and being too green in some places. You know, the parts that made him look a little too close to his "true" forms.]
I was desperate. That little shit looked at me, saw a poor unfortunate soul in need and gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. Now, I have my shapeshifting back and endless wishes at my disposal! It worked out! [He sucks in a hit before sinking into the water up to his ears, blowing bubbles of irritation that float into the air and pop with little plumes of smoke. He will stay there to sulk for now, feeling so incredibly judged rn.]
Show you? [He begins to trace himself out, starting at his shoulders and moving down, down, down. And that? That's when his smile turns to absolute sin. All four of his hands frame the space between his legs, and Greed hoots out a sound.]
AHAHAHAHA! No, I am selfish. But who would I be if I got in the way of what they wanted? [He slides his hands back under the water (save the one holding his cigar), and the former homunculus sleazily lifts both of his shoulders.] If they're pissing anyone off, that's on them. They're all clever enough to get themselves out of the shit if they have to.
And if they can't, well. [Greed pockets the cigar in the corner of his mouth, wetting the bills with his tongue.] That's when I step in. Though, they'll hear about it later. Pissants. [It's a loving nickname, even if it does have a bite to it. He's no stranger to cleaning up a mess or two. That's just how it goes. His simply get a little more leeway, a little more give than most.]
[The Sin sighs smoke out of his nose like some sort of infernal dragon.] I'm not accusing you of anything, Envy. I might have done the same thing. [But he'd been lucky for whatever reason. Sure, the regeneration is still dragging a little on the slower side than he'd like, but he'd arrived with all of his given gifts without a need to trade for them.]
[Greed purrs to himself.] I'm sure he did, and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker. [He squeezes his lips together.] What, did you forget everything I told you once I left? Thought I taught you better than that.
AHAHAHAHA! No, I am selfish. But who would I be if I got in the way of what they wanted? [He slides his hands back under the water (save the one holding his cigar), and the former homunculus sleazily lifts both of his shoulders.] If they're pissing anyone off, that's on them. They're all clever enough to get themselves out of the shit if they have to.
And if they can't, well. [Greed pockets the cigar in the corner of his mouth, wetting the bills with his tongue.] That's when I step in. Though, they'll hear about it later. Pissants. [It's a loving nickname, even if it does have a bite to it. He's no stranger to cleaning up a mess or two. That's just how it goes. His simply get a little more leeway, a little more give than most.]
[The Sin sighs smoke out of his nose like some sort of infernal dragon.] I'm not accusing you of anything, Envy. I might have done the same thing. [But he'd been lucky for whatever reason. Sure, the regeneration is still dragging a little on the slower side than he'd like, but he'd arrived with all of his given gifts without a need to trade for them.]
[Greed purrs to himself.] I'm sure he did, and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker. [He squeezes his lips together.] What, did you forget everything I told you once I left? Thought I taught you better than that.
Fell for it?! I didn't fall for anything! [Except, you know, mostly in love.] If anything, he fell for my grift! Out of me, he got a live-in lackey and a promise that I won't use his face. [Which still irritates the SHIT out of him, but he's only going to let the scowl on his face insist that little point.] Out of him, I got my abilities back and the promise to have any wish I want fulfilled--
[He hates that look oh his face, he wants to wipe it off so bad--]
You know what, you little shit-- [He growls, just barely resisting the urge to drag him under and drown his ass for a couple of deaths. Instead he takes it out on the butt of this jazz cigarette, smashing it into the tray at his side.]
Tell me, Greed. What is it about each individual person you've claimed here that makes you want to "keep them" in the first place? I know there's a process your mind has to go through, because you don't pick just anyone. If I didn't know any better, I'd be starting to think you're not very selfish about people at all, you just think you can cover that big stupid soft heart of yours with your 'Shield and no one will notice what you're actually doing!
[He hates that look oh his face, he wants to wipe it off so bad--]
You know what, you little shit-- [He growls, just barely resisting the urge to drag him under and drown his ass for a couple of deaths. Instead he takes it out on the butt of this jazz cigarette, smashing it into the tray at his side.]
Tell me, Greed. What is it about each individual person you've claimed here that makes you want to "keep them" in the first place? I know there's a process your mind has to go through, because you don't pick just anyone. If I didn't know any better, I'd be starting to think you're not very selfish about people at all, you just think you can cover that big stupid soft heart of yours with your 'Shield and no one will notice what you're actually doing!
[Is he listening to Envy's rant? Is he even paying attention? Hard to say. But he is grinning, and it's so full of that shit of his he can barely contain on a good day.] Uh huh. And that leaves him with you at his beck and call whenever he wants. Did I get that right?
[Don't fool a deal maker, and don't kid avarice. Sure, he's not making those kinds of deals here, but he's always been a man for a bargain. A little trade. Greed sets his cigar on the side of the tub, and his expression turns a little vicious. Not threatening, but vicious.] Little shit. That's a bit rich coming from you, baby Envy.
[He picks his tail up out of the water and flicks it to spray a little mist the other Sin's way.] Now, who said I don't just pick anyone? Everything's mine, Envy. That's how it's always been. [He pauses, peeling himself off the tub to rub at his shoulder.] But you know better than anyone else: it's usually the ones that can't live a normal life. The ones that people forgot. They all come to me sooner or later.
[But now, Envy is being a brat, and he's gotta be the older brother in this situation, doesn't he? Thing is, older brothers are assholes. So, Greed cups his hand at the surface of the water and immediately flings a wave towards Envy.] Keep telling yourself that. I am what I am. Nothing more. So unless you want to be wrong, stop thinkin' like you've got it all figured out.
[Yeah, he's digging his heels in here. Don't look at it too closely.]
[Don't fool a deal maker, and don't kid avarice. Sure, he's not making those kinds of deals here, but he's always been a man for a bargain. A little trade. Greed sets his cigar on the side of the tub, and his expression turns a little vicious. Not threatening, but vicious.] Little shit. That's a bit rich coming from you, baby Envy.
[He picks his tail up out of the water and flicks it to spray a little mist the other Sin's way.] Now, who said I don't just pick anyone? Everything's mine, Envy. That's how it's always been. [He pauses, peeling himself off the tub to rub at his shoulder.] But you know better than anyone else: it's usually the ones that can't live a normal life. The ones that people forgot. They all come to me sooner or later.
[But now, Envy is being a brat, and he's gotta be the older brother in this situation, doesn't he? Thing is, older brothers are assholes. So, Greed cups his hand at the surface of the water and immediately flings a wave towards Envy.] Keep telling yourself that. I am what I am. Nothing more. So unless you want to be wrong, stop thinkin' like you've got it all figured out.
[Yeah, he's digging his heels in here. Don't look at it too closely.]
Yeah well, when have I ever not been at somebody's beck and call. At least I had a choice in this. I could have walked away and picked literally anyone else to get my powers back. But I didn't. And I don't regret it.
[Slumping back against the wall of the tub just in time to get splattered. He sputters and wipes his face, flinging water back at his brother with the unoccupied hand.]
No, you know what! Fuck you! I'm tired of being all that dad said we could be. And so are you! You've been done! For decades! You said "Fuck you dad, I'm more than your pawn!" and you left! You already defied your purpose, what's stopping you from going further?!
[The fire in his eyes burns out, extinguished by a sudden, saddening realization.]
Don't you want to change? [It's all Envy has ever known. Learning other people so he can be them. Anything other than who or what he has been.] Are you happy being only what Dad said you were? Is that really all you think there is to you?
[Slumping back against the wall of the tub just in time to get splattered. He sputters and wipes his face, flinging water back at his brother with the unoccupied hand.]
No, you know what! Fuck you! I'm tired of being all that dad said we could be. And so are you! You've been done! For decades! You said "Fuck you dad, I'm more than your pawn!" and you left! You already defied your purpose, what's stopping you from going further?!
[The fire in his eyes burns out, extinguished by a sudden, saddening realization.]
Don't you want to change? [It's all Envy has ever known. Learning other people so he can be them. Anything other than who or what he has been.] Are you happy being only what Dad said you were? Is that really all you think there is to you?
Good. [Greed taps the side of his head, bringing a bit of water to dribble down his face.] No regrets, Envy. No point in them.
[Ah, but there's that tirade, that yelling, that screaming, and the former homunculus rolls his shoulders back, feeling each and every one of the bones in his spine snap with a bit of stuck-in air.] Now when did I say that? Putting words in my mouth, Envy. [Greed runs his hand through his hair, slicking it back, and tilting his head into the touch.] You're right, I did. I left and I never looked back.
[But that question gives him pause: "What's stopping you from going further?!" Envy doesn't know. He wasn't there. He's from a time, a few years prior, before the whole saga came to a closing end.]
[Greed shuts his eyes, heavy with thought, and slowly pulls himself out of the tub. His 'Shield is all the way up to his chest, leaving the necklaces around his throat to stand out like a shadowbox.] You already know the answer to that question. I couldn't live under him. My greed wouldn't let me. As for what I think there is to me -
[The Sin brings one foot out of the tub, stretching his toes to a sound like steel skating stone. Shrrrrnk.] - I'm happy just being me. Nothing more to it than that. Whatever good Dad's intention was, it's not mine.
[Ah, but Envy is giving him that look. That look he's seen before, so many years ago. Greed reaches out, sets his hand on top of Envy's head, and gives him the slightest ruffle.] Best not to think about it too hard.
[Ah, but there's that tirade, that yelling, that screaming, and the former homunculus rolls his shoulders back, feeling each and every one of the bones in his spine snap with a bit of stuck-in air.] Now when did I say that? Putting words in my mouth, Envy. [Greed runs his hand through his hair, slicking it back, and tilting his head into the touch.] You're right, I did. I left and I never looked back.
[But that question gives him pause: "What's stopping you from going further?!" Envy doesn't know. He wasn't there. He's from a time, a few years prior, before the whole saga came to a closing end.]
[Greed shuts his eyes, heavy with thought, and slowly pulls himself out of the tub. His 'Shield is all the way up to his chest, leaving the necklaces around his throat to stand out like a shadowbox.] You already know the answer to that question. I couldn't live under him. My greed wouldn't let me. As for what I think there is to me -
[The Sin brings one foot out of the tub, stretching his toes to a sound like steel skating stone. Shrrrrnk.] - I'm happy just being me. Nothing more to it than that. Whatever good Dad's intention was, it's not mine.
[Ah, but Envy is giving him that look. That look he's seen before, so many years ago. Greed reaches out, sets his hand on top of Envy's head, and gives him the slightest ruffle.] Best not to think about it too hard.
It's metaphorical-- it's like. The way people talk now. [Flaps his hand dismissively.] Like you said it more with your actions than with your mouth. And don't think you can't interpret meaning to actions! Cos you said aaaall you needed to say with that.
[Watching him retreat, he gives one last ditch effort.]
...C'mon, man. [He doesn't put any of that effort into pushing Greed's hand away from his head, but he's a little sluggish and quite clearly nearing the edge of defeat with this conversation.] I just-- I need you to be on the same page with me. Who else am I gonna get to understand what the hell is going on in my head? There's nobody like us. It's just us. I need to know if I'm going crazy or not, because I feel like I am!
[Grumble, pout.]
If I could just not think about it, I woulda turned it off day one! I don't want to think about it!
[Watching him retreat, he gives one last ditch effort.]
...C'mon, man. [He doesn't put any of that effort into pushing Greed's hand away from his head, but he's a little sluggish and quite clearly nearing the edge of defeat with this conversation.] I just-- I need you to be on the same page with me. Who else am I gonna get to understand what the hell is going on in my head? There's nobody like us. It's just us. I need to know if I'm going crazy or not, because I feel like I am!
[Grumble, pout.]
If I could just not think about it, I woulda turned it off day one! I don't want to think about it!
["There's nobody like us."]
["It's just us."]
[That is enough to give him pause. Because Envy isn't wrong. Sure, there are those that have similar stories, similar makeups, similar sins to bear. But at the end of the day, they aren't like them. Stronger, faster, more powerful, maybe. But they aren't like them.]
[Greed hesitates on the edge of the tub, his gaze going far away again. He brings his cigar to his mouth and traces the tip out with his tongue.] You're not going crazy, if that means anything. [He's watching anywhere else. He has to. Because he can't face what all of it means. All of his half-confessions behind closed doors he made vague on purpose, adding up and up and up:]
[One to a woman who wants the world to watch her, one to a man who thinks he deserves his just deserts, a third to a vampire struggling with her demons, a fourth to a spider that gave it all to a man who couldn't care less, a fifth to a spacer who saw the stars but never a home, and another to an angel that fell, fell, fell - ]
[The former homunculus lets a long sigh roll from his nose, and the smoke trapped in there spirals out of control.] It's complicated. Wasn't before, but ever since - [Greed squints his lips with a hefty smile.] - eh. Just keep being who you want to be, all right? Don't need advice from me. You're doing just fine on your own.
[With that said, he slips out of the tub, bringing his feet to the floor with a soft pck of his claws.]
["It's just us."]
[That is enough to give him pause. Because Envy isn't wrong. Sure, there are those that have similar stories, similar makeups, similar sins to bear. But at the end of the day, they aren't like them. Stronger, faster, more powerful, maybe. But they aren't like them.]
[Greed hesitates on the edge of the tub, his gaze going far away again. He brings his cigar to his mouth and traces the tip out with his tongue.] You're not going crazy, if that means anything. [He's watching anywhere else. He has to. Because he can't face what all of it means. All of his half-confessions behind closed doors he made vague on purpose, adding up and up and up:]
[One to a woman who wants the world to watch her, one to a man who thinks he deserves his just deserts, a third to a vampire struggling with her demons, a fourth to a spider that gave it all to a man who couldn't care less, a fifth to a spacer who saw the stars but never a home, and another to an angel that fell, fell, fell - ]
[The former homunculus lets a long sigh roll from his nose, and the smoke trapped in there spirals out of control.] It's complicated. Wasn't before, but ever since - [Greed squints his lips with a hefty smile.] - eh. Just keep being who you want to be, all right? Don't need advice from me. You're doing just fine on your own.
[With that said, he slips out of the tub, bringing his feet to the floor with a soft pck of his claws.]
...You're done already? We just got here.
[Frowns, sinking into the water up to his ears for a moment to stew on his frustration. It's so irritating having the knowledge that he does, and having to acknowledge that despite everything they are capable of, they truly are no better than humans. It disgusts him to his core, and yet he's already given up on fighting it. He knows Greed did a long time ago, and even he has refused to acknowledge it.
Maybe delusion is genetic.]
Don't run off just because you can't handle a little heart-to-heart, Greed. You're responsible for so many, now... and if you run away from them like you run away from me, they're not going to stick around. You can only throw stuff at them so many times before they realize what you're doing.
[Frowns, sinking into the water up to his ears for a moment to stew on his frustration. It's so irritating having the knowledge that he does, and having to acknowledge that despite everything they are capable of, they truly are no better than humans. It disgusts him to his core, and yet he's already given up on fighting it. He knows Greed did a long time ago, and even he has refused to acknowledge it.
Maybe delusion is genetic.]
Don't run off just because you can't handle a little heart-to-heart, Greed. You're responsible for so many, now... and if you run away from them like you run away from me, they're not going to stick around. You can only throw stuff at them so many times before they realize what you're doing.
[Greed lets out loudest, longest, and most dramatic sigh possible as he tosses his head forward and runs a hand wet through his hair.] Fuck, Envy. I'm just going to grab this - [He reaches over to one of the tables Ella has set out for them to snatch a bottle of champagne and a skewer of (maybe) questionable meat.] - could you knock that shit off for a second?
[But can he blame him? Can he really hold it against him? Envy only knows what he knows. He was never one of his, not really, so he can only assume. Actions and consequences. The former homunculus sits on a nearby oil drum as he shoves the stick of meat into his mouth and tears off a chunk or two with his teeth.]
You still don't get it, do you? Ehh - [He chomps twice then swallows, making his throb bob. Greed gestures out with the wooden spear and the two or three slabs of something precariously pinned on it.] - I don't abandon what's mine. Couldn't then, won't now. You were never mine. None of you were. You all made that pretty clear.
[The Sin tears the bottle of champagne open with a pop, causing a bit of it to bubble over his knuckles.] Anyway, what does it matter to you? Since when have you gave a shit about me and mine?
[But can he blame him? Can he really hold it against him? Envy only knows what he knows. He was never one of his, not really, so he can only assume. Actions and consequences. The former homunculus sits on a nearby oil drum as he shoves the stick of meat into his mouth and tears off a chunk or two with his teeth.]
You still don't get it, do you? Ehh - [He chomps twice then swallows, making his throb bob. Greed gestures out with the wooden spear and the two or three slabs of something precariously pinned on it.] - I don't abandon what's mine. Couldn't then, won't now. You were never mine. None of you were. You all made that pretty clear.
[The Sin tears the bottle of champagne open with a pop, causing a bit of it to bubble over his knuckles.] Anyway, what does it matter to you? Since when have you gave a shit about me and mine?
[He doesn't make his way to the Garden that often, but when he does, it's usually to check the goings-on. See what's new, what's changed, what sort of bullshit might be up to bat this time.]
[So to say he isn't prepared for what he finds would be the understatement of the century.]
[The first thing he notices is the blood. And at first, it seems inconsequential. Someone, somewhere, had a scuffle maybe. That's not unheard of. But then, as he continues, there's more of it. More of it, and red isn't the only color spending its evening on the ground, is it?]
[He's moving faster than he realizes, his heels tearing up grass and dirt like they're nothing. Gold is a color he knows quite intimately. Even before here, he knew the color. It's a rich one. An expensive one. A shade made for emperors and kings and isn't it something he's always, always craved.]
["Greed - "]
[He doesn't acknowledge how the ground squishes underneath him. That ship's already left port. Because what he sees? What he sees makes the air (the air that should be clean, cool, crisp but isn't) catch behind his teeth.]
[It's carnage. Pure, horrible, gut-churning carnage, and if he wasn't a creature used to it, he probably would have been sick at the sight. Blood, a spin of red and gold, saturates all that is green like a black stroke cutting through a half-finished painting. It's final in the way all things like this are final. Something happened, something happened, and what the fuck happened.]
[Greed doesn't remember when he picks up the bodies (the pieces of bodies), but he does feel them in his arms: a weight of too many wings gone limp, the pulse of shadows beating like a bundle of headless snakes desperate for life, the very head they crave. A head sewn shut and silenced forever. It should all be a lot heavier, part of him distantly thinks. But that part of him is hard to reach and as the static fills his skull, all that he truly hears is his lonesome, rattlesnake warning.]
["Hey Greed - "]
[He's running again, as he's always done. Running with a core that screams where he can't. Through Hell's hotel lobby he goes, ignoring any protests or yelps that may be thrown in his direction. The "Hey sir - " and "Sir!" all going in one ear and out the other.]
[The Sin gets to his door, the door to his room, and immediately kicks it open. The impact alone is enough to make the frame of it crack and as the deadbolt splinters, he wildly makes his way inside. There's no lights on, and that suits him just fine. Better to do this all in the dark, anyway.]
[What's left of the entrance whines shut behind him, cutting off the light from the hallway.]
[So to say he isn't prepared for what he finds would be the understatement of the century.]
[The first thing he notices is the blood. And at first, it seems inconsequential. Someone, somewhere, had a scuffle maybe. That's not unheard of. But then, as he continues, there's more of it. More of it, and red isn't the only color spending its evening on the ground, is it?]
[He's moving faster than he realizes, his heels tearing up grass and dirt like they're nothing. Gold is a color he knows quite intimately. Even before here, he knew the color. It's a rich one. An expensive one. A shade made for emperors and kings and isn't it something he's always, always craved.]
["Greed - "]
[He doesn't acknowledge how the ground squishes underneath him. That ship's already left port. Because what he sees? What he sees makes the air (the air that should be clean, cool, crisp but isn't) catch behind his teeth.]
[It's carnage. Pure, horrible, gut-churning carnage, and if he wasn't a creature used to it, he probably would have been sick at the sight. Blood, a spin of red and gold, saturates all that is green like a black stroke cutting through a half-finished painting. It's final in the way all things like this are final. Something happened, something happened, and what the fuck happened.]
[Greed doesn't remember when he picks up the bodies (the pieces of bodies), but he does feel them in his arms: a weight of too many wings gone limp, the pulse of shadows beating like a bundle of headless snakes desperate for life, the very head they crave. A head sewn shut and silenced forever. It should all be a lot heavier, part of him distantly thinks. But that part of him is hard to reach and as the static fills his skull, all that he truly hears is his lonesome, rattlesnake warning.]
["Hey Greed - "]
[He's running again, as he's always done. Running with a core that screams where he can't. Through Hell's hotel lobby he goes, ignoring any protests or yelps that may be thrown in his direction. The "Hey sir - " and "Sir!" all going in one ear and out the other.]
[The Sin gets to his door, the door to his room, and immediately kicks it open. The impact alone is enough to make the frame of it crack and as the deadbolt splinters, he wildly makes his way inside. There's no lights on, and that suits him just fine. Better to do this all in the dark, anyway.]
[What's left of the entrance whines shut behind him, cutting off the light from the hallway.]
[In the end, he leaves Alastor (what little is left of him anyway) and Lucifer on the cool, red leather of his sofa.]
[And he watches. Watches and waits while a silent curl of smoke twists about his face.]
[Regenerate.]
[Greed's eyes narrow. He doesn't even notice the blood on his hands anymore nor the smears of it now slapped across his face. All he knows is the burn of his sixth? Seventh? Eighth? Cigarette as it turns cherry red in the dark of the hotel room.]
[Regenerate.]
[He's stark still for what feels like minutes, but is probably hours. And nothing happens. No sparks crackle to life, no weird magic breathes in to wipe the whole scene clean. Just nothing. Nothing, save the cruel drip of blood slowly soaking into the floorboards below. It'll be a stain that will stay for some time. A little reminder that even here, he can be stolen from so easily.]
[The former homunculus pulls himself out of his chair and drops the burnt end of a filter to the floor. He tips his heel numbly into it, angrily grinding it to dust.]
["What a second, Greed - "]
[He hears the voice finally. An echo of a prince in the back of his skull, begging for his honesty.]
[Greed's face shifts before he can stop it. His jaw grinds together, his lips pull back. Like this, he takes on the look of an animal; of a wolf with elongating teeth and electric in its mouth that runs as red as the awful monster he was made to be. Heaven, Hell - they wouldn't dare, would they? They wouldn't fucking dare - ]
[He's reminded again of loss. Of loss, of the inability to do a damn thing, about theft. And as the Sin slowly closes the gap between himself and the two, lifeless bodies slouched in front of him, his fingers tense into knives.]
[He stops short of Alastor and Lucifer, his body looming like a terrible and wicked omen.]
Yeah. [He says, and his voice is dead in his throat.] Yeah, sorry. That's not how this works.
[It's in his nature to take what he can. And take, he does. Small trinkets, little keepsakes. Whatever he can have off the bodies, he pockets away. These are two people he considers ... what? Does he actually have a fucking right to call them his friends? To call them his? No, he doesn't. But that's the thing with avarice, isn't it. It's irrational. An irrational and wild thing that burns so hot, it'll take the whole god damn world with it.]
[But he's careful with them. Privacy, tenderness, respect: these are things he understands when it comes to the dead. No need to make things worse than they already are.]
[When he's done, the former homunculus grabs a sheet to try to cover up the worst of the carnage (well, as best he can). No doubt, despite how he may try, the people who care for Alastor and Lucifer will likely want to see what's left of them one, last time. So, he wraps up what remains (while mindfully setting Alastor's head in his own lap). He can't hide that truth from anyone, no matter how much he may want to.]
[When he gets to Lucifer (to that face he's seen awkwardly smile and laugh and try to be something more than what another Hell gave him), he stops completely still again. His nails hover (dangerous, cutting) before he brings them into his mouth, licks them clean, and gingerly tries (with no luck) to wipe away whatever blood is left on the devil's cheek.]
[Greed hisses to the silence. Using claws that barely work, he makes the viewing scene as kind as possible. Then, he simply stands and takes two steps back. Two, heavy steps that bang off like death bells knocking.]
[A strike of a match brings the whole thing into an eerie, funeral-parlor light, and he places another cigarette into his mouth.] A deal. [The Sin feels out his mouth with his tongue, tasting nicotine that's as bitter as bile.] Fine. Suit yourself. You should have known better anyway, hmn? Morningstar. [He runs his hands down the fronts of his thighs, plastering them in a rinse of gold and red that runs faint against the black leather of his pants. The metaphor, of course, is lost on him.]
[Greed turns around and shoves two of his hands into his pockets. The hotel room is a mess, and it's only going to get worse. But first, he makes three phone calls.]
[And if days from now, this room is abandoned? If the walls have been torn to shreds, if there's glass and broken pieces strung about? Well, at least then, maybe they'll all get the fucking message.]
[A creature that wants more, that craves more, will always collect on what's due.]
[There will be two boxes at the hotel's front desk. One addressed to a Miss Charlie Morningstar and Oz, and another, Acht. They'll contain whatever little reminders he could grab off the bodies. The box for Charlie and Oz has been wrapped up in his vest with a note:]
You don't know me, but your Dadwas is a friend of mine.
The Devil's Nest is open. Ask for anyone there. If you need something, go there. Any one of them will take care of you. I'm going to find some answers.
There's no such thing as no such thing and nothing's impossible. Keep that in mind. I'll let you know what I find.
- Greed
[But the Sin in question will make himself very, very scarce. He has business to do and answers to get. And while he'll get none of them, he's said it before, right?]
["There's nothing wrong with too much hope."]
[And he watches. Watches and waits while a silent curl of smoke twists about his face.]
[Regenerate.]
[Greed's eyes narrow. He doesn't even notice the blood on his hands anymore nor the smears of it now slapped across his face. All he knows is the burn of his sixth? Seventh? Eighth? Cigarette as it turns cherry red in the dark of the hotel room.]
[Regenerate.]
[He's stark still for what feels like minutes, but is probably hours. And nothing happens. No sparks crackle to life, no weird magic breathes in to wipe the whole scene clean. Just nothing. Nothing, save the cruel drip of blood slowly soaking into the floorboards below. It'll be a stain that will stay for some time. A little reminder that even here, he can be stolen from so easily.]
[The former homunculus pulls himself out of his chair and drops the burnt end of a filter to the floor. He tips his heel numbly into it, angrily grinding it to dust.]
["What a second, Greed - "]
[He hears the voice finally. An echo of a prince in the back of his skull, begging for his honesty.]
[Greed's face shifts before he can stop it. His jaw grinds together, his lips pull back. Like this, he takes on the look of an animal; of a wolf with elongating teeth and electric in its mouth that runs as red as the awful monster he was made to be. Heaven, Hell - they wouldn't dare, would they? They wouldn't fucking dare - ]
[He's reminded again of loss. Of loss, of the inability to do a damn thing, about theft. And as the Sin slowly closes the gap between himself and the two, lifeless bodies slouched in front of him, his fingers tense into knives.]
[He stops short of Alastor and Lucifer, his body looming like a terrible and wicked omen.]
Yeah. [He says, and his voice is dead in his throat.] Yeah, sorry. That's not how this works.
[It's in his nature to take what he can. And take, he does. Small trinkets, little keepsakes. Whatever he can have off the bodies, he pockets away. These are two people he considers ... what? Does he actually have a fucking right to call them his friends? To call them his? No, he doesn't. But that's the thing with avarice, isn't it. It's irrational. An irrational and wild thing that burns so hot, it'll take the whole god damn world with it.]
[But he's careful with them. Privacy, tenderness, respect: these are things he understands when it comes to the dead. No need to make things worse than they already are.]
[When he's done, the former homunculus grabs a sheet to try to cover up the worst of the carnage (well, as best he can). No doubt, despite how he may try, the people who care for Alastor and Lucifer will likely want to see what's left of them one, last time. So, he wraps up what remains (while mindfully setting Alastor's head in his own lap). He can't hide that truth from anyone, no matter how much he may want to.]
[When he gets to Lucifer (to that face he's seen awkwardly smile and laugh and try to be something more than what another Hell gave him), he stops completely still again. His nails hover (dangerous, cutting) before he brings them into his mouth, licks them clean, and gingerly tries (with no luck) to wipe away whatever blood is left on the devil's cheek.]
[Greed hisses to the silence. Using claws that barely work, he makes the viewing scene as kind as possible. Then, he simply stands and takes two steps back. Two, heavy steps that bang off like death bells knocking.]
[A strike of a match brings the whole thing into an eerie, funeral-parlor light, and he places another cigarette into his mouth.] A deal. [The Sin feels out his mouth with his tongue, tasting nicotine that's as bitter as bile.] Fine. Suit yourself. You should have known better anyway, hmn? Morningstar. [He runs his hands down the fronts of his thighs, plastering them in a rinse of gold and red that runs faint against the black leather of his pants. The metaphor, of course, is lost on him.]
[Greed turns around and shoves two of his hands into his pockets. The hotel room is a mess, and it's only going to get worse. But first, he makes three phone calls.]
[And if days from now, this room is abandoned? If the walls have been torn to shreds, if there's glass and broken pieces strung about? Well, at least then, maybe they'll all get the fucking message.]
[A creature that wants more, that craves more, will always collect on what's due.]
[There will be two boxes at the hotel's front desk. One addressed to a Miss Charlie Morningstar and Oz, and another, Acht. They'll contain whatever little reminders he could grab off the bodies. The box for Charlie and Oz has been wrapped up in his vest with a note:]
You don't know me, but your Dad
The Devil's Nest is open. Ask for anyone there. If you need something, go there. Any one of them will take care of you. I'm going to find some answers.
There's no such thing as no such thing and nothing's impossible. Keep that in mind. I'll let you know what I find.
- Greed
[But the Sin in question will make himself very, very scarce. He has business to do and answers to get. And while he'll get none of them, he's said it before, right?]
["There's nothing wrong with too much hope."]
[ after this. ]
I may be either unavailable for a period of time or coming to the Nest with company.
Something is going on with Charlie.
I may be either unavailable for a period of time or coming to the Nest with company.
Something is going on with Charlie.
you know you don't have to tell me that right? not being available i mean.
you've got the keys, i've got the time. backrooms are empty and they're yours for the taking. no questions asked.
it's clear for now. except kam but nothing her personal can opener can't fix. i'll let the rest know we're opening late
you've got the keys, i've got the time. backrooms are empty and they're yours for the taking. no questions asked.
it's clear for now. except kam but nothing her personal can opener can't fix. i'll let the rest know we're opening late
I know I don't have to. I'm choosing to.
Appreciated.
We'll probably be by, then. I'm still trying to figure some things out.
Appreciated.
We'll probably be by, then. I'm still trying to figure some things out.
yeah well. got a life your own too there, don't forget it
don't thank me just yet. i have to keep kam busy yeah? unless you want her all up in your business i'm gunna have to pull a fast one on her. should be easy
use the back door. through the alley on the right. it'll bring you straight to the hallway. take a left and the rooms are there. you've got a choice of 1, 2, or 4.
and make me a list of the things she likes
don't thank me just yet. i have to keep kam busy yeah? unless you want her all up in your business i'm gunna have to pull a fast one on her. should be easy
use the back door. through the alley on the right. it'll bring you straight to the hallway. take a left and the rooms are there. you've got a choice of 1, 2, or 4.
and make me a list of the things she likes
I don't like making people worry, is all.
We can do that.
I
[ he's so flustered, and frustrated, and anxious, that for a long moment, he draws a complete blank. things charlie likes? ]
Art. Music. Happy endings. She's what I used to be, so if it's positive she'll probably like it.
We can do that.
I
[ he's so flustered, and frustrated, and anxious, that for a long moment, he draws a complete blank. things charlie likes? ]
Art. Music. Happy endings. She's what I used to be, so if it's positive she'll probably like it.
don't mention it. i wouldn't expect ya to worry about me just because i had to handle something
[Ah, that's a little telling. He doesn't poke the bear though. This is family shit.]
easy enough. i'll be in the hall or the bar. keep the rest of them from walking around where they shouldn't. just .. text right? yeah that. if you need me
[And yeah, he's gunna leave some stuff for him. Because stuff? That he can handle. So, if they do show, there will be things in that room: a radio, some CDs, the space cleared out (save for a sofa or two), books, and a whole can of paint. Where'd he get the paint? Don't ask.]
[Ah, that's a little telling. He doesn't poke the bear though. This is family shit.]
easy enough. i'll be in the hall or the bar. keep the rest of them from walking around where they shouldn't. just .. text right? yeah that. if you need me
[And yeah, he's gunna leave some stuff for him. Because stuff? That he can handle. So, if they do show, there will be things in that room: a radio, some CDs, the space cleared out (save for a sofa or two), books, and a whole can of paint. Where'd he get the paint? Don't ask.]
Hey man, I’m gonna level with ya. I’m broke as fuck, I don’t like sittin’ around and I need to beat the shit outta someone.
Soo.. [ look, she has never asked for a job in her life. call it the benefits of being part of the En family. immediately, her voice returns to that playful, sing-song tone. ]
You hiring? .. Oh, shit, I’m supposed to hype myself up, right? I can rip a guy‘s arms off and can pick up some heavy shit! Like the angel guy in the cool suit who looks like he hasn’t gotten laid in a while.
Maybe he’s just shy, or his dick is small. Some dudes treat it like a disability. Ah, I’m not here to judge..
Soo.. [ look, she has never asked for a job in her life. call it the benefits of being part of the En family. immediately, her voice returns to that playful, sing-song tone. ]
You hiring? .. Oh, shit, I’m supposed to hype myself up, right? I can rip a guy‘s arms off and can pick up some heavy shit! Like the angel guy in the cool suit who looks like he hasn’t gotten laid in a while.
Maybe he’s just shy, or his dick is small. Some dudes treat it like a disability. Ah, I’m not here to judge..
[When the call comes in, he isn't sure what to expect. He doesn't know Noi as well as he would like, but first impressions? Oh, do they mean a lot. And she he had left one. Not everyone (no one, really) has the balls to come at Kamora like that.]
[So, when the Sin answers, it's with a too-obvious smile on his lips, a pleased hiss behind his teeth, and all the worst things about him.] Funny, I could use more muscle around here. Things being as they are and all.
[Greed circles a glass with his claw, tuning it between the liquor and the ice.] I'm always hiring. It just depends on what you want. Working for me is a little different, chief. [He swallows against one of his teeth, if only to wet his throat.] But no, you already proved yourself the first time we met. Ha - ! You really have a set on ya to say that shit to Kamora.
[Then Noi drops something about an angel (there's only one person that could be), and the former homunculus laughs, really laughs; the sound of it cracking against the phone, echoing against the bar, only to chime back through every single bottle in his collection.]
GAHAHAHA! Oh, next time you see the Accountant, make sure you mention that, hmn? [Because he knows damn well just how much Nanami Kento fucks. But it'd be funny, and they could all use a little more humor around here.]
Come by whenever you're free. [Greed clicks a pen to scribble something down.] And then, we can have a little chat about your employment. Sound fair enough?
[So, when the Sin answers, it's with a too-obvious smile on his lips, a pleased hiss behind his teeth, and all the worst things about him.] Funny, I could use more muscle around here. Things being as they are and all.
[Greed circles a glass with his claw, tuning it between the liquor and the ice.] I'm always hiring. It just depends on what you want. Working for me is a little different, chief. [He swallows against one of his teeth, if only to wet his throat.] But no, you already proved yourself the first time we met. Ha - ! You really have a set on ya to say that shit to Kamora.
[Then Noi drops something about an angel (there's only one person that could be), and the former homunculus laughs, really laughs; the sound of it cracking against the phone, echoing against the bar, only to chime back through every single bottle in his collection.]
GAHAHAHA! Oh, next time you see the Accountant, make sure you mention that, hmn? [Because he knows damn well just how much Nanami Kento fucks. But it'd be funny, and they could all use a little more humor around here.]
Come by whenever you're free. [Greed clicks a pen to scribble something down.] And then, we can have a little chat about your employment. Sound fair enough?
Hello Greed.
It appears I‘ll be sticking around after all. Should you feel the need to bare your soul again, you now know how to reach me.
Pay no attention to the name, I made an error in judgment and let a cherub choose a name for me.
[ in fact, don’t mention it at all. he is in misery. sabotaged by his own team. ]
It appears I‘ll be sticking around after all. Should you feel the need to bare your soul again, you now know how to reach me.
Pay no attention to the name, I made an error in judgment and let a cherub choose a name for me.
[ in fact, don’t mention it at all. he is in misery. sabotaged by his own team. ]
[Sure, this is a text. But that shit-eating grin? That purr? That loathsome hum churning sickly sweet at the back of his throat?]
[They wouldn't be too hard to imagine.]
[And of course, he's assuming, and that makes an ass out of him, but considering their little talk, well.]
blue eyes
this place is sure full of itself isnt it? suppose our little friends there couldnt pass on the opportunity. ha! im almost impressed
wasn't baring anything. dont get it all wrong again. you gave me a story and i gave you part of mine. it was an exchange. nothing more
[It was a little more than that, but like hell is he going to admit anything.]
well that was your first mistake. never trust the ones in charge michael. though goodest boy. HA thats a fucking hoot
[He had to. It's in his nature.]
get settled in. once youre done i'll come find you. i'm gunna guess youre upstairs. that right?
[They wouldn't be too hard to imagine.]
[And of course, he's assuming, and that makes an ass out of him, but considering their little talk, well.]
blue eyes
this place is sure full of itself isnt it? suppose our little friends there couldnt pass on the opportunity. ha! im almost impressed
wasn't baring anything. dont get it all wrong again. you gave me a story and i gave you part of mine. it was an exchange. nothing more
[It was a little more than that, but like hell is he going to admit anything.]
well that was your first mistake. never trust the ones in charge michael. though goodest boy. HA thats a fucking hoot
[He had to. It's in his nature.]
get settled in. once youre done i'll come find you. i'm gunna guess youre upstairs. that right?
If anyone is to blame, I’m fairly certain you jinxed it by talking about it.
Oh, yes, your equivalent exchange. Forgive me for making assumptions. [ he doesn’t even have to be in the same room with him to catch his utter disbelief. and his sarcasm. ]
I was giving them a chance to make up for all of the clerical errors, I hardly expected them to actively sabotage me.
I am though, admittedly, I’ve spent more time surveying Hell. I don’t mind coming to you if that’s the case. If you’re anything like Lucifer, I’m sure the pomp and circumstance of Heaven can be trying.
Oh, yes, your equivalent exchange. Forgive me for making assumptions. [ he doesn’t even have to be in the same room with him to catch his utter disbelief. and his sarcasm. ]
I was giving them a chance to make up for all of the clerical errors, I hardly expected them to actively sabotage me.
I am though, admittedly, I’ve spent more time surveying Hell. I don’t mind coming to you if that’s the case. If you’re anything like Lucifer, I’m sure the pomp and circumstance of Heaven can be trying.
oi oi. now thats a little rude huh? you can blame me for a lot of things michael. but i think this one is a little beyond me isnt it
[Uh huh. He can practically feel that sarcasm, Feathers. Keep it up.] can't take credit for that either. it's how things work where i'm come from. alchemy ya? seems a fair enough way to do things
oh ho. ever think they just wanted to see you loosen up a bit? some humor might do you a bit of good blues
eh. dont worry about it. theres some things up there that i can't get down here anyway. besides got something ive been meaning to try. [The feather he received for a passing grade he did not deserve. But who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Of course, he doesn't know what it does yet.] got a list of supplies ive been meaning to get. we'll do this on your turf. after all youve already seen mine
[Uh huh. He can practically feel that sarcasm, Feathers. Keep it up.] can't take credit for that either. it's how things work where i'm come from. alchemy ya? seems a fair enough way to do things
oh ho. ever think they just wanted to see you loosen up a bit? some humor might do you a bit of good blues
eh. dont worry about it. theres some things up there that i can't get down here anyway. besides got something ive been meaning to try. [The feather he received for a passing grade he did not deserve. But who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Of course, he doesn't know what it does yet.] got a list of supplies ive been meaning to get. we'll do this on your turf. after all youve already seen mine
Text late August after fighting with Ari and Klaus' arrival
konpeito_aji
2024-08-25 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Writing this to you because there's no one else I could. I mean, Mitsuhide, but 1) I know what he'd say, 2) it'd be awkward because Kichou is his cousin, they grew up under the same demon king together. 3) he's not even here.
Don't worry about replying, I just need to get it out.
For some reason I couldn't stop thinking of Kichou when Klaus walked away from me. I thought it was only natural. Kichou was almost arranged marriage to me, and I still don't know why he's decided to become the enemy of peace. I sent him to deal with the Ikkou Ikki cult, first time he ever failed anything, and he disappeared. Years later was working black market, which would have been fine, but terrorism and hindering all efforts obviously is not.
But now having an argument with someone different has me thinking about him all over again.
It should be me, right? I'm the one who's being left? But it's also arrogant, even for a demon king, not to let others be granted their own autonomy and responsibility enough to make their decisions like this. Maybe that's why it reminds me of him. Because I can't figure out what to do or say that can ever be adequate. Which goes for always, but especially times like this.
That's it. That's all I had to say.
No wait, one more thing. This whole honest vulnerability, being direct thing sucks.
I just want to be me. I hate trying to walk a tightrope to overanalyze every single word. I'm not good at delicate. I just want to be Godzilla and smash through everything and trample it.
I'm going to punch you for this. At least you're warned.
- 😈👑
Don't worry about replying, I just need to get it out.
For some reason I couldn't stop thinking of Kichou when Klaus walked away from me. I thought it was only natural. Kichou was almost arranged marriage to me, and I still don't know why he's decided to become the enemy of peace. I sent him to deal with the Ikkou Ikki cult, first time he ever failed anything, and he disappeared. Years later was working black market, which would have been fine, but terrorism and hindering all efforts obviously is not.
But now having an argument with someone different has me thinking about him all over again.
It should be me, right? I'm the one who's being left? But it's also arrogant, even for a demon king, not to let others be granted their own autonomy and responsibility enough to make their decisions like this. Maybe that's why it reminds me of him. Because I can't figure out what to do or say that can ever be adequate. Which goes for always, but especially times like this.
That's it. That's all I had to say.
No wait, one more thing. This whole honest vulnerability, being direct thing sucks.
I just want to be me. I hate trying to walk a tightrope to overanalyze every single word. I'm not good at delicate. I just want to be Godzilla and smash through everything and trample it.
I'm going to punch you for this. At least you're warned.
- 😈👑
[He doesn't know what all of this could possibly mean, where it came form, or why Nobunaga is coming to him, of all people. But that's a bartender's job, right? To hear it all, day in and day out. Secrets, information, the things said after a drink or five. Eventually, the words slip out. They always do.]
[But this. This is. What?]
an argument huh? i told you before chief. youre not the best with words. how you say shit will rub certain people the wrong way. whod you piss off this time?
you already know my answer to that. i'm a big fan of choice. always have been. the people who work for me. they can leave whenever they want. they can stay. it's always up to them at the end of the day. just because theyre mine doesnt mean they dont have. what'd you call it? autonomy. what they do, who they choose to be with. thats their decision. besides wouldnt be me if i denied them what they wanted right ?
but you're gunna have to give me a little more to work with. you may be a demon king. you may have more experiences than me. but when it comes to people? youre still a rookie.
[Like he has any fucking room to talk, but. Pot to kettle.]
[But this. This is. What?]
an argument huh? i told you before chief. youre not the best with words. how you say shit will rub certain people the wrong way. whod you piss off this time?
you already know my answer to that. i'm a big fan of choice. always have been. the people who work for me. they can leave whenever they want. they can stay. it's always up to them at the end of the day. just because theyre mine doesnt mean they dont have. what'd you call it? autonomy. what they do, who they choose to be with. thats their decision. besides wouldnt be me if i denied them what they wanted right ?
but you're gunna have to give me a little more to work with. you may be a demon king. you may have more experiences than me. but when it comes to people? youre still a rookie.
[Like he has any fucking room to talk, but. Pot to kettle.]
so try to explain it but keep it simple
[Greed hums over the phone, mouth splitting. Ah, now this? This is a language he can talk just fine.]
i asked ya to be honest with me since i've done you the favor. and no youre no good at being delicate at all
oh ho ho. you could do that but then you might break a few of your fingers. wanna risk it?
[Greed hums over the phone, mouth splitting. Ah, now this? This is a language he can talk just fine.]
i asked ya to be honest with me since i've done you the favor. and no youre no good at being delicate at all
oh ho ho. you could do that but then you might break a few of your fingers. wanna risk it?
[That's exactly why. Bartender. And like he said, bringing the Kichou thing up with Klaus would be so much fucking worse.]
You don't know her. And she doesn't know me anymore. Not really. But she was with me through Klaus walking away. She was with me when almost everyone else stood against us. She protected me through anything. I never took it for granted. I guess I told you about her. But again, it's not her. A different version of her. She doesn't remember any of it. She's still the same core. Same personality, same values, same stubbornness. It's so hard, because I planned out ways to deal with Klaus if they forgot me, but not her.
Maybe it's guilt. She was suffering. So I was trying to do things that were too dangerous. She's the only one of her kind here, because of it. She's okay with being dead here, but I don't know how to handle it. But worse than that, I don't want her to get hurt as much as last time. Maybe I should walk away too?
I never ever ever stop someone from walking away. I'm just trying not to literally kick people out of my life out of my own paranoia and force of habit. I don't underestimate anyone either, but she just isn't letting me be my normal self, she's being so damn judgmental, it's almost like a teenage rebellion phase where she's determined to prove I don't know her, but at the same time, make me the villain I pretend to be, and it's a fucking head trip, because she's the main damn reason I never reverted back to that.
I know what's different, short of everything, especially the circumstances. She's not going out of her mind trying to get her freedom. She's not looking for a military commander again (she's the only ex-military I've met here so far), or protection from pirates or others, and she's just trying to figure out how to handle being dead. But she's also overly reckless and "out of sector" as her area would say. Her answer to being challenged physically is to just shoot and vaporize whoever gets in her way, and gee, I wonder why I would try to pre-empt that. That's sarcasm. She's brilliant, and kind, and I'm not trying to save her, but I don't want the imps shot just for being idiots. And she's better than that. She doesn't know it yet, but she is.
She's trying to treat me like one of her drinking friends, but then when I try to lean into it, she cuts me at the knees to prevent it. I don't mind her not treating me like before, that's natural, and frankly, I've never liked how Hideyoshi acts like a monkey on my back, and she's 1 for 1 of Hideyoshi's personality and diligence. But she also isn't giving me any TIME to get to know me, she's just making snap judgements again even though it's incredibly flawed. She won't let me help, but she also has no idea how much it pains me to watch her to run into barbed wire traps while thinking, "Damn I could have pointed that out, I should have pointed that out." <- metaphor I could list literal example, but I don't want to embarrass her, she'd be pissed enough that I'm not keeping this all to myself as she would.
I have never had a fight with her on the ship before, because she viewed me too much as her commander, and she was more than willing to kill gods to help me. Looking at it, maybe that was all fucked up too? I guess it definitely was if I went out of my way to experiment with forces I knew could destroy universes and timelines, but I don't know what to do. I want her to be happy. That doesn't mean knowing me or anything else. I also hate her thinking the worst of me just because I can't literally show her what I mean and prove everything I say, and I've always tried to when it comes to her.
Any little thing I say sets her off now. Meanwhile, I just don't want her to break either. Because she's better than that. And when she's in danger, she just -- it's military. When I hit a wall I just destroy it. No time to go around, and any path I tread first is one I expect my men to follow so I'm not leaving dangers for them behind.
She expects me to be like her friends, but I'm not. How can I be? I'm separated by so much time and space. I can't fill that gap for her, even if I tried my damnedest. I can't even be a commander for her, because I don't have that background. I asked her to be open to new things, new ideas, and that made her shut down and basically say we should probably not even talk. Yes, there's more to it. I tried to tell her I don't want to fight with her about values and freedom, and she's blatantly told me repeatedly I do not, in fact, care about freedom. It's a mess.
I really miss just being myself. And not having that rejected. Before she was the only one to do that, because even Klaus walked away. And yes, I'm glad they're here. And no, I'm not trying to make her "get it." No one's ever fully "understood" me, and I now question if she ever did on the ship or like Hideyoshi, just didn't push back, and of the two options, I'd rather she did push back.
I still wish she just let me be me and saw it for who I am really, not just trying to expect me to be like those who had her culture and mores. I don't. I can't. And that's not a bad thing, so why can't I say it in a way she'll get?
Maybe it can't be. If she doesn't want to get it, she certainly won't, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Funny thing is, I never stopped fighting with Kichou. Nothing about us made sense. Even same culture, same background, we still couldn't be more different. But when it counted, he never failed me until he did. I feel like I'm the one who failed Tayrey, and I can't fix it. I knew not to do something so dangerous, but I did it anyway. This is just the price.
At least when Klaus and I separated (or whatever) I could figure out why it all went wrong, and fix it all.
With Tayrey I can't. It's too tangled. Everything's wrong, nothing's wrong. It's me, it's not me. It's every little thing, it's nothing. Something I didn't say, things I did say.
I forget if I told you Klaus had tattoos on their palms: Hello Goodbye. Their cult all did it too, because cults are like that. So I got Yes and No on the top of my hands, because I'm not like the cult, and I never will be. Song reference. It's all like that with her right now. She's trying too. She's the best. She just sets these standards she wants others to meet, and when people fail her, she thinks it's because they're unworthy. It's a terrible way to deal with people in places like this when you can't separate people's character from their background. And she isn't.
I think that's the other thing. She is treating everyone individually, yes -- the main fight was about this -- but she's not seeing where people's circumstances change anything.
Do me a favor, start looking up mocktails. Drinks with non-alcohol. I'll be bouncer with Noi. My independence doesn't mean as much to me anymore, but Klaus' sobriety still does. And I'm still going to make Hell a whole lot bigger and more.
You don't know her. And she doesn't know me anymore. Not really. But she was with me through Klaus walking away. She was with me when almost everyone else stood against us. She protected me through anything. I never took it for granted. I guess I told you about her. But again, it's not her. A different version of her. She doesn't remember any of it. She's still the same core. Same personality, same values, same stubbornness. It's so hard, because I planned out ways to deal with Klaus if they forgot me, but not her.
Maybe it's guilt. She was suffering. So I was trying to do things that were too dangerous. She's the only one of her kind here, because of it. She's okay with being dead here, but I don't know how to handle it. But worse than that, I don't want her to get hurt as much as last time. Maybe I should walk away too?
I never ever ever stop someone from walking away. I'm just trying not to literally kick people out of my life out of my own paranoia and force of habit. I don't underestimate anyone either, but she just isn't letting me be my normal self, she's being so damn judgmental, it's almost like a teenage rebellion phase where she's determined to prove I don't know her, but at the same time, make me the villain I pretend to be, and it's a fucking head trip, because she's the main damn reason I never reverted back to that.
I know what's different, short of everything, especially the circumstances. She's not going out of her mind trying to get her freedom. She's not looking for a military commander again (she's the only ex-military I've met here so far), or protection from pirates or others, and she's just trying to figure out how to handle being dead. But she's also overly reckless and "out of sector" as her area would say. Her answer to being challenged physically is to just shoot and vaporize whoever gets in her way, and gee, I wonder why I would try to pre-empt that. That's sarcasm. She's brilliant, and kind, and I'm not trying to save her, but I don't want the imps shot just for being idiots. And she's better than that. She doesn't know it yet, but she is.
She's trying to treat me like one of her drinking friends, but then when I try to lean into it, she cuts me at the knees to prevent it. I don't mind her not treating me like before, that's natural, and frankly, I've never liked how Hideyoshi acts like a monkey on my back, and she's 1 for 1 of Hideyoshi's personality and diligence. But she also isn't giving me any TIME to get to know me, she's just making snap judgements again even though it's incredibly flawed. She won't let me help, but she also has no idea how much it pains me to watch her to run into barbed wire traps while thinking, "Damn I could have pointed that out, I should have pointed that out." <- metaphor I could list literal example, but I don't want to embarrass her, she'd be pissed enough that I'm not keeping this all to myself as she would.
I have never had a fight with her on the ship before, because she viewed me too much as her commander, and she was more than willing to kill gods to help me. Looking at it, maybe that was all fucked up too? I guess it definitely was if I went out of my way to experiment with forces I knew could destroy universes and timelines, but I don't know what to do. I want her to be happy. That doesn't mean knowing me or anything else. I also hate her thinking the worst of me just because I can't literally show her what I mean and prove everything I say, and I've always tried to when it comes to her.
Any little thing I say sets her off now. Meanwhile, I just don't want her to break either. Because she's better than that. And when she's in danger, she just -- it's military. When I hit a wall I just destroy it. No time to go around, and any path I tread first is one I expect my men to follow so I'm not leaving dangers for them behind.
She expects me to be like her friends, but I'm not. How can I be? I'm separated by so much time and space. I can't fill that gap for her, even if I tried my damnedest. I can't even be a commander for her, because I don't have that background. I asked her to be open to new things, new ideas, and that made her shut down and basically say we should probably not even talk. Yes, there's more to it. I tried to tell her I don't want to fight with her about values and freedom, and she's blatantly told me repeatedly I do not, in fact, care about freedom. It's a mess.
I really miss just being myself. And not having that rejected. Before she was the only one to do that, because even Klaus walked away. And yes, I'm glad they're here. And no, I'm not trying to make her "get it." No one's ever fully "understood" me, and I now question if she ever did on the ship or like Hideyoshi, just didn't push back, and of the two options, I'd rather she did push back.
I still wish she just let me be me and saw it for who I am really, not just trying to expect me to be like those who had her culture and mores. I don't. I can't. And that's not a bad thing, so why can't I say it in a way she'll get?
Maybe it can't be. If she doesn't want to get it, she certainly won't, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Funny thing is, I never stopped fighting with Kichou. Nothing about us made sense. Even same culture, same background, we still couldn't be more different. But when it counted, he never failed me until he did. I feel like I'm the one who failed Tayrey, and I can't fix it. I knew not to do something so dangerous, but I did it anyway. This is just the price.
At least when Klaus and I separated (or whatever) I could figure out why it all went wrong, and fix it all.
With Tayrey I can't. It's too tangled. Everything's wrong, nothing's wrong. It's me, it's not me. It's every little thing, it's nothing. Something I didn't say, things I did say.
I forget if I told you Klaus had tattoos on their palms: Hello Goodbye. Their cult all did it too, because cults are like that. So I got Yes and No on the top of my hands, because I'm not like the cult, and I never will be. Song reference. It's all like that with her right now. She's trying too. She's the best. She just sets these standards she wants others to meet, and when people fail her, she thinks it's because they're unworthy. It's a terrible way to deal with people in places like this when you can't separate people's character from their background. And she isn't.
I think that's the other thing. She is treating everyone individually, yes -- the main fight was about this -- but she's not seeing where people's circumstances change anything.
Do me a favor, start looking up mocktails. Drinks with non-alcohol. I'll be bouncer with Noi. My independence doesn't mean as much to me anymore, but Klaus' sobriety still does. And I'm still going to make Hell a whole lot bigger and more.
[It's the kind of text he can't really take manning the bar. So, he waves someone down, makes a vague excuse of, "Got some business to take care of.", and makes his way to one of the backrooms to really take it all in.]
[Forgetting. Forgetting, and he knows how much that stings.]
i hate to say it but there's no such thing as no such thing. this just proves my point. she's not the version of her you know. not from the time you remember. this place really doesnt like to play fair does it
have you tried to explain it? not the way you usually do. i mean actually explain it. that youre from a different time. a time where you knew one another. it may take her a while but we've got that dont we? not like we're going anywhere anytime soon unless our friends running the place finally get their shit together and
[He pauses, nips his lip, then continues.]
you want her to be happy. but one thing i've learned here nobunaga? you gotta ask em what they want. what they really want. you can't assume because it'll bite you in the ass. let her tell you what she wants out of you. what shes looking for. choice remember? everyones got their choices. and everyone wants something. if she's anything like you i doubt she'd lie about that huh?
that's the thing. people are always gunna have the wrong idea at first. but theres more to you than that isnt there. all this army talk, all this conquering bullshit, all this grand planning of yours. somehow i doubt thats everything. but thats yours to keep. secrets friend. everyones got them
right wrong. good bad. at the end of the day people put a hierarchy on things. never got that either. still might be worth it, least for you, to hear her out. give her the chance to get it out of her system whatever it is. then for once and dont take this personally. do a little listening on your end
sure. i can do that. and dont even bother calling it a favor. an equivalent exchange. for you working here. and i'll make sure that partner of yours is taken care of. but before you get any stupid ideas, not like that.
yeah i'm sure you are. got that crazy fucking notion in your head and nothing anyone says is gunna stop you huh. ha ! thats one thing i'll give you oda. i do admire that ambition of yours
bring her by sometime. and maybe avoid the whole fight night thing. ive got a couple of rooms in the back that are a little more private than the rest of the place. just come find me and i'll give you a key.
[Forgetting. Forgetting, and he knows how much that stings.]
i hate to say it but there's no such thing as no such thing. this just proves my point. she's not the version of her you know. not from the time you remember. this place really doesnt like to play fair does it
have you tried to explain it? not the way you usually do. i mean actually explain it. that youre from a different time. a time where you knew one another. it may take her a while but we've got that dont we? not like we're going anywhere anytime soon unless our friends running the place finally get their shit together and
[He pauses, nips his lip, then continues.]
you want her to be happy. but one thing i've learned here nobunaga? you gotta ask em what they want. what they really want. you can't assume because it'll bite you in the ass. let her tell you what she wants out of you. what shes looking for. choice remember? everyones got their choices. and everyone wants something. if she's anything like you i doubt she'd lie about that huh?
that's the thing. people are always gunna have the wrong idea at first. but theres more to you than that isnt there. all this army talk, all this conquering bullshit, all this grand planning of yours. somehow i doubt thats everything. but thats yours to keep. secrets friend. everyones got them
right wrong. good bad. at the end of the day people put a hierarchy on things. never got that either. still might be worth it, least for you, to hear her out. give her the chance to get it out of her system whatever it is. then for once and dont take this personally. do a little listening on your end
sure. i can do that. and dont even bother calling it a favor. an equivalent exchange. for you working here. and i'll make sure that partner of yours is taken care of. but before you get any stupid ideas, not like that.
yeah i'm sure you are. got that crazy fucking notion in your head and nothing anyone says is gunna stop you huh. ha ! thats one thing i'll give you oda. i do admire that ambition of yours
bring her by sometime. and maybe avoid the whole fight night thing. ive got a couple of rooms in the back that are a little more private than the rest of the place. just come find me and i'll give you a key.
[Fuck it, he switches to video and laughs lightly.] Yeah. I tried when I first met her. She handled it even more poorly than I expected, and I did not expect it to go well.
No look, she's... Different. She's not from any world similar to Earth at all. I don't ever bother pretending that stuff with her, because not only would she not get it, she would just shut me down, and straight away shoot me.
[Another laugh and he runs a hand through his hair.] I met her the night Crichton died. Sonnuva bitch, he was the first person I met there, and thus, the first American, and he's an astronaut, space explorer. And he never treated me like -- [Shrug.] Like anything. Just me as me, whatever that meant. No one's ever done that before. Not even Klaus. He asked me to protect him from enemies from afar, and I took it really seriously, because he was living the life I wanted and couldn't have, and I've had assassins and ninjas after me my whole life. But when it came down to it, he died and he didn't even call me for help. He's always like that. Tayrey I met that night, first time I tried absinthe, the works. She's military too, and just like my right hand in personality so everything was just good timing.
A couple weeks later is when I was playing with Siffleur. Werecougar, cannibal, friend. I wanted to see what happens when you die on the ship, how the body retrieval worked. If it used wormholes, or possibly nuero-transplants. Spare bodies, or time itself. Testing a theory on the place itself being wholly artificial. So if you get completely eaten and digested, then it can't be easily repaired, even Space force style phasers. Tayrey was... devastated. A lot like Hideyoshi. So I promised not to keep doing it.
Thing is, she doesn't know what she's looking for here. She's an astrogator. Her favorite things are the same, but she's --
Listen, I would never try to take away her freedom. Especially her. Things are weird now, because our situation's different. But to deal with me, and that I'm the only one who knows things about her life, she's treating me like an equal tradeliner -- one of her army. That's a vast difference. The Tayrey I know looked at me as her commanding officer. This is better, don't get me wrong. But I'm not a Tradeliner. I've seen some of her normal experiences, but it's not my normal. She's never seen my Hell, and I can help here only so much, but for the most part, we're just more different than ever.
She keeps expecting me to do the same thing her friends would, and then when I try, I get it wrong.
I tried to tell her how big Earth is, and she blanked out, it was huge, more than she was expecting. Then I tried to tell her about swarm theory and why Earth can use its numbers to its advantages, and she got upset because she thought I was saying humans are insects that need to be controlled and that they don't think, and don't have free will, and lectured me on freedom. [Gently bangs his head against a wall.] I've tried to ask what she wants to do here or beyond, and she shuts down because there is no beyond for her, and whenever I try to encourage her thinking there could be, again; shuts down. And I KNOW I'm overly worried about the past, a different Tayrey who isn't HERE, worried about her breaking because -- reasons. But I can't even -- [DEEP BREATH.] Help her navigate the pitfalls because she's as bad as Oichi with just [Falsetto voice:] "Let me fight too, big brother!" You're five, Oichi. I'm not underestimating you by asking you not to fight, I just can't also treat you the same as a soldier who's got another decade of experience over even my head!
And I did a TON of listening. I'm just not being heard, and I don't know what to say it or how to fix it. If it can be. I asked her to come for drinks but she shot me down hard, because "our values are just too different." She doesn't think I value freedom, which would be BIG NEWS to my family who fucking disowned me over it. She thinks I don't value humanity despite again, my problem being that I wanted to elevate humans over gods because they're real, she's not trying to see the commonalities, so the differences are just glaring to her, and she's not open to figuring me out and I am trying to be comprehensible... [GRRRRRR. GRRRRRRRRRRR....]
And the thing that's just getting to me in the heart, [Fist over heart.] is she just wants to shoot everyone and be done with it. Only after they initiate aggression. Okay, fine, but maybe she's right that we're too opposite? Because she's always just been able to shoot pirates from a distance, not ONCE see them up close and personal, have to talk to them and convince them to change, so she doesn't think they can. OH AND she thinks it's WAY more monstrous to stab someone and let them live after that. And maybe she's right, because I sure as fuck prefer to torture idiots into changing their ways. That's not even phrasing, that's jsut facts.
She's not even trying to understand me and Noi and why we'll disarm the imps or beat them silly, but killing is last resort. And she's fucking better than this. She just doesn't know it yet, and if she doesn't try, she never will be. And how the hell is she going to tell me she values freedom higher than me, if she just kills anyone who she deems a problem? Dead people aren't free, Tayrey, they just stop being your problem and they're someone else's instead.
No look, she's... Different. She's not from any world similar to Earth at all. I don't ever bother pretending that stuff with her, because not only would she not get it, she would just shut me down, and straight away shoot me.
[Another laugh and he runs a hand through his hair.] I met her the night Crichton died. Sonnuva bitch, he was the first person I met there, and thus, the first American, and he's an astronaut, space explorer. And he never treated me like -- [Shrug.] Like anything. Just me as me, whatever that meant. No one's ever done that before. Not even Klaus. He asked me to protect him from enemies from afar, and I took it really seriously, because he was living the life I wanted and couldn't have, and I've had assassins and ninjas after me my whole life. But when it came down to it, he died and he didn't even call me for help. He's always like that. Tayrey I met that night, first time I tried absinthe, the works. She's military too, and just like my right hand in personality so everything was just good timing.
A couple weeks later is when I was playing with Siffleur. Werecougar, cannibal, friend. I wanted to see what happens when you die on the ship, how the body retrieval worked. If it used wormholes, or possibly nuero-transplants. Spare bodies, or time itself. Testing a theory on the place itself being wholly artificial. So if you get completely eaten and digested, then it can't be easily repaired, even Space force style phasers. Tayrey was... devastated. A lot like Hideyoshi. So I promised not to keep doing it.
Thing is, she doesn't know what she's looking for here. She's an astrogator. Her favorite things are the same, but she's --
Listen, I would never try to take away her freedom. Especially her. Things are weird now, because our situation's different. But to deal with me, and that I'm the only one who knows things about her life, she's treating me like an equal tradeliner -- one of her army. That's a vast difference. The Tayrey I know looked at me as her commanding officer. This is better, don't get me wrong. But I'm not a Tradeliner. I've seen some of her normal experiences, but it's not my normal. She's never seen my Hell, and I can help here only so much, but for the most part, we're just more different than ever.
She keeps expecting me to do the same thing her friends would, and then when I try, I get it wrong.
I tried to tell her how big Earth is, and she blanked out, it was huge, more than she was expecting. Then I tried to tell her about swarm theory and why Earth can use its numbers to its advantages, and she got upset because she thought I was saying humans are insects that need to be controlled and that they don't think, and don't have free will, and lectured me on freedom. [Gently bangs his head against a wall.] I've tried to ask what she wants to do here or beyond, and she shuts down because there is no beyond for her, and whenever I try to encourage her thinking there could be, again; shuts down. And I KNOW I'm overly worried about the past, a different Tayrey who isn't HERE, worried about her breaking because -- reasons. But I can't even -- [DEEP BREATH.] Help her navigate the pitfalls because she's as bad as Oichi with just [Falsetto voice:] "Let me fight too, big brother!" You're five, Oichi. I'm not underestimating you by asking you not to fight, I just can't also treat you the same as a soldier who's got another decade of experience over even my head!
And I did a TON of listening. I'm just not being heard, and I don't know what to say it or how to fix it. If it can be. I asked her to come for drinks but she shot me down hard, because "our values are just too different." She doesn't think I value freedom, which would be BIG NEWS to my family who fucking disowned me over it. She thinks I don't value humanity despite again, my problem being that I wanted to elevate humans over gods because they're real, she's not trying to see the commonalities, so the differences are just glaring to her, and she's not open to figuring me out and I am trying to be comprehensible... [GRRRRRR. GRRRRRRRRRRR....]
And the thing that's just getting to me in the heart, [Fist over heart.] is she just wants to shoot everyone and be done with it. Only after they initiate aggression. Okay, fine, but maybe she's right that we're too opposite? Because she's always just been able to shoot pirates from a distance, not ONCE see them up close and personal, have to talk to them and convince them to change, so she doesn't think they can. OH AND she thinks it's WAY more monstrous to stab someone and let them live after that. And maybe she's right, because I sure as fuck prefer to torture idiots into changing their ways. That's not even phrasing, that's jsut facts.
She's not even trying to understand me and Noi and why we'll disarm the imps or beat them silly, but killing is last resort. And she's fucking better than this. She just doesn't know it yet, and if she doesn't try, she never will be. And how the hell is she going to tell me she values freedom higher than me, if she just kills anyone who she deems a problem? Dead people aren't free, Tayrey, they just stop being your problem and they're someone else's instead.
[Paces about his room and kicks things.]
Yeah, don't worry, I knew what you meant. I can get jealous over Klaus, but -- [Light grin.] Not often. He had a whole cult, after all. He needs all the friends he can get and -- [Holds up the hand with his wedding ring, for now the kote gauntlets are off.] I've mentioned you a lot, only fair given the vice versa, yeah? Equal exchange. Still gotta tell him about our tango. [Laughs. FOR REAL this time, not the over the top raucous he has with Noi, just light-hearted, like loving life.] That'll go well. When BJ was a car, he was making a million kinds of jokes I knew Klaus could respond to better than me, but I decided it would be a good idea to tell Klaus about it as "I went for a ride in someone." I think that face is going to be etched into my soul forever. I've never seen Klaus lose his cool like that. Definitely made me certain that yeah, I was right about them. All their trying to push me away was for them, not me. [But he's happy! A little blushy, but happy.]
But I like fighting. And Noi and I want to see who's stronger. I should rephrase that, she already beat me in arm wrestling. I wanted to show her how I use being smaller to my advantage in a real fight. Besides, she regenerates, she'll be fine. And she's like Tayrey, she'd give me so much shit if I said, "Oh you're a woman though, I can't go all out on a woman." [Chinhands.] Actually that is definitely something I didn't tell Tayrey here. I didn't know how. I did on the ship because Oichi came up and it was a lot to explain. I tried to have women allowed in my army at home. Kichou wanted an all female gunner division. Well, his twin sister was sort of my fiance, so he loves guns, and that women are a lot closer to being equals because of them. And we both thought it would be a good way to undermine female ninjas. They have a sort of monopoly on women fighters, because I can make any man a samurai. [Annoyed frown.] But even one woman would be pushing it too far for my time. [HUFF!!! And waves a hand.]
Maybe it doesn't matter here? I mean... it definitely doesn't matter here, I just mean, maybe it doesn't matter for her to know. Fuck, I don't even remember -- wait yes I do. I was going to say I don't remember why she and I started discussing values in the first place. It was because of the circumstances thing. I didn't want her to just shoot everyone without getting to know their circumstances, motivations, reasons. Still don't.
If I bring an offering to Kamora, will it help with Fight Night? Noi likes her, she's just... [Laughs.] That's her way of showing it. Another thing I can't possible explain to any Tradeliner no matter who they are.
Yeah, don't worry, I knew what you meant. I can get jealous over Klaus, but -- [Light grin.] Not often. He had a whole cult, after all. He needs all the friends he can get and -- [Holds up the hand with his wedding ring, for now the kote gauntlets are off.] I've mentioned you a lot, only fair given the vice versa, yeah? Equal exchange. Still gotta tell him about our tango. [Laughs. FOR REAL this time, not the over the top raucous he has with Noi, just light-hearted, like loving life.] That'll go well. When BJ was a car, he was making a million kinds of jokes I knew Klaus could respond to better than me, but I decided it would be a good idea to tell Klaus about it as "I went for a ride in someone." I think that face is going to be etched into my soul forever. I've never seen Klaus lose his cool like that. Definitely made me certain that yeah, I was right about them. All their trying to push me away was for them, not me. [But he's happy! A little blushy, but happy.]
But I like fighting. And Noi and I want to see who's stronger. I should rephrase that, she already beat me in arm wrestling. I wanted to show her how I use being smaller to my advantage in a real fight. Besides, she regenerates, she'll be fine. And she's like Tayrey, she'd give me so much shit if I said, "Oh you're a woman though, I can't go all out on a woman." [Chinhands.] Actually that is definitely something I didn't tell Tayrey here. I didn't know how. I did on the ship because Oichi came up and it was a lot to explain. I tried to have women allowed in my army at home. Kichou wanted an all female gunner division. Well, his twin sister was sort of my fiance, so he loves guns, and that women are a lot closer to being equals because of them. And we both thought it would be a good way to undermine female ninjas. They have a sort of monopoly on women fighters, because I can make any man a samurai. [Annoyed frown.] But even one woman would be pushing it too far for my time. [HUFF!!! And waves a hand.]
Maybe it doesn't matter here? I mean... it definitely doesn't matter here, I just mean, maybe it doesn't matter for her to know. Fuck, I don't even remember -- wait yes I do. I was going to say I don't remember why she and I started discussing values in the first place. It was because of the circumstances thing. I didn't want her to just shoot everyone without getting to know their circumstances, motivations, reasons. Still don't.
If I bring an offering to Kamora, will it help with Fight Night? Noi likes her, she's just... [Laughs.] That's her way of showing it. Another thing I can't possible explain to any Tradeliner no matter who they are.
[Somewhere between heading to the back room and Nobunaga's unexpected video call, the Sin's weighed his options and decided that the roof is a better place to have this conversation. It's out of the way (from prying eyes and ears) and not suspicious enough that someone might come looking for him. He smokes up here sometimes. It's just part of his routine.]
[So, when his connection starts, he's got the phone in one hand while his others occupy themselves with the iron ladder leading up to the top of the 'Nest.]
I've told you before, friend. You really have a bad way with words. [The Sin's feet clack rung after rung as he climbs.] How you say things sometimes - it's gunna give people the wrong idea. Of course she got pissed at you. You told her that humans were basically the same thing as bugs. You get that, right?
[There's no venom to his words. Hell, there isn't even a hint. He's just getting straight to it. Cut out the middle man here, there's no point in sugar-coating it.]
[Greed gets to the top and swings one of his legs over the ledge.] You could have said anything else. Like how humans have that drive in them. How they have that ambition to go above and beyond, even when the odds are stacked against them. They went, what, off their world you said? [A subject that's beyond him, so he skips right on through, gliding across the roof like he has it mapped out already in his mind.] It's just like when you were talking about an army. How many came crawling out of the woodwork, thinking they had to put a brat like you in his place?
[The Sin grabs a pack of cigarettes from his vest, as well as a match.] You can't expect her, this version of her who doesn't understand you, to get it. She isn't going to. So, you have to be a little more careful. Can you do that?
[Part of him doubts it. But it's not fair to rush to conclusions.]
[Greed strikes the match along his wrist, bringing a glimmer of red-hot orange to the scene, before inhaling on the cigarette. He shakes the match out.] If she breaks, she breaks. Let her figure it out on her own. But the moment she does, be there for her. Be someone she can rely on. [Funny words coming from a guy who's fucked up more times than he can count. He's looking to fix that.] And I mean it. When something here gets under her skin - [Or worse, he doesn't say.] - make sure you're there to pick up the pieces.
[Seras taught him that not once, but twice. Velvet taught him that. Be there. Be there when the shit really hits the fan.]
Then she doesn't know the cost yet. What it means when they can't come back. [The Sin's walking, following the line of the roof with a low-burning smoke and a gaze a million miles away.] You should explain it to her. But without your usual, long-winded bullshit. Keep it simple, but don't skim over the details.
[So, when his connection starts, he's got the phone in one hand while his others occupy themselves with the iron ladder leading up to the top of the 'Nest.]
I've told you before, friend. You really have a bad way with words. [The Sin's feet clack rung after rung as he climbs.] How you say things sometimes - it's gunna give people the wrong idea. Of course she got pissed at you. You told her that humans were basically the same thing as bugs. You get that, right?
[There's no venom to his words. Hell, there isn't even a hint. He's just getting straight to it. Cut out the middle man here, there's no point in sugar-coating it.]
[Greed gets to the top and swings one of his legs over the ledge.] You could have said anything else. Like how humans have that drive in them. How they have that ambition to go above and beyond, even when the odds are stacked against them. They went, what, off their world you said? [A subject that's beyond him, so he skips right on through, gliding across the roof like he has it mapped out already in his mind.] It's just like when you were talking about an army. How many came crawling out of the woodwork, thinking they had to put a brat like you in his place?
[The Sin grabs a pack of cigarettes from his vest, as well as a match.] You can't expect her, this version of her who doesn't understand you, to get it. She isn't going to. So, you have to be a little more careful. Can you do that?
[Part of him doubts it. But it's not fair to rush to conclusions.]
[Greed strikes the match along his wrist, bringing a glimmer of red-hot orange to the scene, before inhaling on the cigarette. He shakes the match out.] If she breaks, she breaks. Let her figure it out on her own. But the moment she does, be there for her. Be someone she can rely on. [Funny words coming from a guy who's fucked up more times than he can count. He's looking to fix that.] And I mean it. When something here gets under her skin - [Or worse, he doesn't say.] - make sure you're there to pick up the pieces.
[Seras taught him that not once, but twice. Velvet taught him that. Be there. Be there when the shit really hits the fan.]
Then she doesn't know the cost yet. What it means when they can't come back. [The Sin's walking, following the line of the roof with a low-burning smoke and a gaze a million miles away.] You should explain it to her. But without your usual, long-winded bullshit. Keep it simple, but don't skim over the details.
[When he smiles, it's back to the right of things. To the usual. The Sin shows his teeth around his cigarette, sucking down strings of smoke that lodge and twist around his teeth.]
Good, because that's Envy, not me. [A crackle of heated ash spits close to his face, then blinks out.] And it's equivalent exchange, but eh. Close enough.
[Thinking about Beetlejuice as a car makes him laugh, though a bit subdued. It coughs of him like a cloud.] Good, then maybe you can focus on them instead of causing a fucking mess wherever you go, brat. [How he says it, though: there's something fond to the nickname, even if it does bite on the tips of his teeth.]
[Greed limply waves his hand.] Yeah, well, she's gunna have a hell of time around here if she thinks I'll fight a woman. [Yeah, that's another one of his rules.] Doesn't matter.
And she shouldn't. I told you, guns are easy. Too easy. She might end up regretting it one day. Make sure she never gets there. [A beat of red shines in his eyes, outlining the points of them like a low-burning fire, fingering through a grate.] That's going to be your main job, Oda. Remember what I said: I do take care of my own. Suppose you and I should start doing that a bit more, shouldn't we.
[When he plucks his cigarette from his jaws, he does it with a bark.] Ha - ! Trying to bribe Kam, now? You little shit. [His grin is fierce and demanding. An appreciation for Nobunaga's boldness, no doubt.] I'm sure it wouldn't hurt, but don't expect Kamora to warm up to you just because you brought her the good stuff. She's a cat, Oda. She does whatever the hell she wants.
Good, because that's Envy, not me. [A crackle of heated ash spits close to his face, then blinks out.] And it's equivalent exchange, but eh. Close enough.
[Thinking about Beetlejuice as a car makes him laugh, though a bit subdued. It coughs of him like a cloud.] Good, then maybe you can focus on them instead of causing a fucking mess wherever you go, brat. [How he says it, though: there's something fond to the nickname, even if it does bite on the tips of his teeth.]
[Greed limply waves his hand.] Yeah, well, she's gunna have a hell of time around here if she thinks I'll fight a woman. [Yeah, that's another one of his rules.] Doesn't matter.
And she shouldn't. I told you, guns are easy. Too easy. She might end up regretting it one day. Make sure she never gets there. [A beat of red shines in his eyes, outlining the points of them like a low-burning fire, fingering through a grate.] That's going to be your main job, Oda. Remember what I said: I do take care of my own. Suppose you and I should start doing that a bit more, shouldn't we.
[When he plucks his cigarette from his jaws, he does it with a bark.] Ha - ! Trying to bribe Kam, now? You little shit. [His grin is fierce and demanding. An appreciation for Nobunaga's boldness, no doubt.] I'm sure it wouldn't hurt, but don't expect Kamora to warm up to you just because you brought her the good stuff. She's a cat, Oda. She does whatever the hell she wants.
[ It's taken a while, but Maurice finally finds himself in The Devil's Nest. He ducks in one evening to get away from the chaos in the streets. Tonight his unassuming wardrobe is accented by a thick leather dog collar. The tag jingles as he makes his way to the bar and situates himself on a stool, bracing himself with his thick tail.]
[He tugs at the collar and grunts in aggravation. He's been trying to get it off for HOURS. Maurice tries not to let that ruin his night though--as far as he knows, this is as bad as it gets.]
[He peers around in search of the four-armed man who gave him a pep talk all those weeks ago. His ears turn and listen to the music filling the place and his eyes wander the decorations that cover the walls. He feels like he could look forever and not see everything.]
[He tugs at the collar and grunts in aggravation. He's been trying to get it off for HOURS. Maurice tries not to let that ruin his night though--as far as he knows, this is as bad as it gets.]
[He peers around in search of the four-armed man who gave him a pep talk all those weeks ago. His ears turn and listen to the music filling the place and his eyes wander the decorations that cover the walls. He feels like he could look forever and not see everything.]
[And when someone goes searching for the devil? Oh, will he always oblige.]
[It's that of hum of his that comes first. The slickness of it, how it sweeps at the back of his throat and holds itself in place like a billow of stuck-in smoke. It announces him. Announces him in a way that horns, trumpets, and all else just wouldn't suffice.]
Oh? Was wondering when you'd show up. Good to see you, Maurice.
[Greed slithers out from behind the other man, hands in his pockets. Given the drastic, physical changes he's gone through this month, his signature-styled vest is gone. Instead, a shirt (skin tight and black to a pitch) strangles his torso. It's smooth in a way. Strange, even. Because no matter how he moves, not an inch of it gives way. Almost as if it were a part of him somehow.]
[The former homunculus mindlessly touches the tips of his teeth together and as he makes his way behind the bar, he lifts his shoulders. The tufts of fur at the back of his neck stand up, then; their edges cut off by that odd shirt of his.] You sure picked one hell of a time to come down here.
[When he catches the collar on the other man's throat, a cool look passes over his face. Like Maurice, he hasn't been fortunate enough to avoid the whole situation either. The clasp wrapped around his neck is black and menacing. A warning, perhaps, that staying away is the best option. Greed taps the steely ring at the front of it with one of his claws. Tck, tck, tck.] You too, huh? Tch. The ones running this place really are testing their fucking luck, aren't they.
Ehh - [The mild irritation in his voice quickly snuffs itself out, and the Sin starts making his way through the bar, grabbing a shaker, a stirrer, and a bucket of ice.] - doesn't matter. What can I get you, friend?
[It's that of hum of his that comes first. The slickness of it, how it sweeps at the back of his throat and holds itself in place like a billow of stuck-in smoke. It announces him. Announces him in a way that horns, trumpets, and all else just wouldn't suffice.]
Oh? Was wondering when you'd show up. Good to see you, Maurice.
[Greed slithers out from behind the other man, hands in his pockets. Given the drastic, physical changes he's gone through this month, his signature-styled vest is gone. Instead, a shirt (skin tight and black to a pitch) strangles his torso. It's smooth in a way. Strange, even. Because no matter how he moves, not an inch of it gives way. Almost as if it were a part of him somehow.]
[The former homunculus mindlessly touches the tips of his teeth together and as he makes his way behind the bar, he lifts his shoulders. The tufts of fur at the back of his neck stand up, then; their edges cut off by that odd shirt of his.] You sure picked one hell of a time to come down here.
[When he catches the collar on the other man's throat, a cool look passes over his face. Like Maurice, he hasn't been fortunate enough to avoid the whole situation either. The clasp wrapped around his neck is black and menacing. A warning, perhaps, that staying away is the best option. Greed taps the steely ring at the front of it with one of his claws. Tck, tck, tck.] You too, huh? Tch. The ones running this place really are testing their fucking luck, aren't they.
Ehh - [The mild irritation in his voice quickly snuffs itself out, and the Sin starts making his way through the bar, grabbing a shaker, a stirrer, and a bucket of ice.] - doesn't matter. What can I get you, friend?
[ Maurice lets out a little noise of surprise when Greed appears from behind him. He hunches his shoulders and pins his ears back. However, when he sees who it is, he relaxes a little, not wanting to seem like some kind of paranoid weirdo in the presence of someone important.]
Oh, hey, Mr. Greed.
[ Even with the new spots, he can tell who it is. Maurice fidgets with his claws as Greed makes his way behind the bar. ]
Uhm...I hadn't thought that far, t'be honest. What's good?
Oh, hey, Mr. Greed.
[ Even with the new spots, he can tell who it is. Maurice fidgets with his claws as Greed makes his way behind the bar. ]
Uhm...I hadn't thought that far, t'be honest. What's good?
[The Sin waves away the idea with one of his hands while he grabs a towel with another to run it through his fingers.]
It's just Greed, hmn? [Popping open the shaker, the former homunculus takes a moment to hook one of his nails around the rim of his sunglasses. With a simple pull, he lowers them a tad, shooting Maurice a heavy, simmering look.]
Ah well, that depends. Why don't you tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do. Doesn't have to be too complicated. [Greed shoves his shades back up again. He's already moving through his collection of liquor, plucking bottle after bottle up for a quick inspection.] But if you can't make up your mind -
[He pauses on a single handle of booze and the hum in his throat sends the fur along his neck all a'shivering.] - the Black Widow might be good for someone like you.
It's just Greed, hmn? [Popping open the shaker, the former homunculus takes a moment to hook one of his nails around the rim of his sunglasses. With a simple pull, he lowers them a tad, shooting Maurice a heavy, simmering look.]
Ah well, that depends. Why don't you tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do. Doesn't have to be too complicated. [Greed shoves his shades back up again. He's already moving through his collection of liquor, plucking bottle after bottle up for a quick inspection.] But if you can't make up your mind -
[He pauses on a single handle of booze and the hum in his throat sends the fur along his neck all a'shivering.] - the Black Widow might be good for someone like you.
Someone like me...
[ Maurice echoes, unoffended. Lately, he isn't entirely sure who he is. And this god of indulgence clearly did know, and so he put his sobriety in Greed's talons. Maurice squirms a little under that roaring hearth of a gaze. He pretends to look at the decor.]
Then...I want the Black Widow.
[ It sounds pretty stout and that's fine with him. He didn't come in here to pray. ]
[ Maurice echoes, unoffended. Lately, he isn't entirely sure who he is. And this god of indulgence clearly did know, and so he put his sobriety in Greed's talons. Maurice squirms a little under that roaring hearth of a gaze. He pretends to look at the decor.]
Then...I want the Black Widow.
[ It sounds pretty stout and that's fine with him. He didn't come in here to pray. ]
[Greed's eyebrows hitch up a tick. If he's about to say anything about well, anything, he doesn't. Instead, he looks on, smarmy all the same, as he begins to put together the drink.]
It's not a bad one, if that's what you're worried about. Little less harsh than some of the other stuff I stock. [He flicks cube after cube into the shaker. Dnk, dnk, dnk. He's already noticed the collar, so with a single finger, he touches his own, yanking the metal loop at the front taut with his nail.]
You too, huh? Gotta admit, this place does keep things interesting. [When he drops the metal, it claps back against all the spikes like a church bell reversed.] There's a rumor going around that it makes you follow orders. Heard anything about that yet?
[Because oh, oh, oh, if that's what it really takes? He'll gladly bite the person that feeds him.]
It's not a bad one, if that's what you're worried about. Little less harsh than some of the other stuff I stock. [He flicks cube after cube into the shaker. Dnk, dnk, dnk. He's already noticed the collar, so with a single finger, he touches his own, yanking the metal loop at the front taut with his nail.]
You too, huh? Gotta admit, this place does keep things interesting. [When he drops the metal, it claps back against all the spikes like a church bell reversed.] There's a rumor going around that it makes you follow orders. Heard anything about that yet?
[Because oh, oh, oh, if that's what it really takes? He'll gladly bite the person that feeds him.]
[ Maurice watches Greed work his magic. The bars he went to when he was alive just handed you a beer and that was about it. This is art. It's nice. When Greed calls attention to the collar, Maurice tugs at his own. ]
Oh, no, I hadn't heard about that. T'be honest, you're the only person I've talked to today.
[ Maurice can be a late sleeper at times. ]
I'm glad I came here first.
Oh, no, I hadn't heard about that. T'be honest, you're the only person I've talked to today.
[ Maurice can be a late sleeper at times. ]
I'm glad I came here first.
[Once the shaker's closed up again, the Sin gives it a toss over his shoulder before catching it with his claws. Scrrtch.] Ehh, don't worry about it. It's just a rumor, after all. Who knows? Maybe someone was just talking bullshit.
[With that, he begins to mix the whole thing up and as the ice cracks and splinters behind steel, he hooks the glass with his finger, spinning it across the bar top as smooth as a skater.] I'm just glad you were able to come down here at all.
[He rips the topper off again, slides a strainer over the lip, and begins to pour.] Honestly, I'm surprised this is your first time. Figured I would've seen you here before. You're a pretty interesting guy, Maurice. You should get out more often. [The drink done, the former homunculus finishes it off with a garnish of basil and a single blackberry skewed with a small, plastic sword.]
What finally changed your mind? [He asks as he pushes the cocktail over.]
[With that, he begins to mix the whole thing up and as the ice cracks and splinters behind steel, he hooks the glass with his finger, spinning it across the bar top as smooth as a skater.] I'm just glad you were able to come down here at all.
[He rips the topper off again, slides a strainer over the lip, and begins to pour.] Honestly, I'm surprised this is your first time. Figured I would've seen you here before. You're a pretty interesting guy, Maurice. You should get out more often. [The drink done, the former homunculus finishes it off with a garnish of basil and a single blackberry skewed with a small, plastic sword.]
What finally changed your mind? [He asks as he pushes the cocktail over.]
[ Maurice starts looking at the decor again. ]
Well...I've walked by a few times. Told some people about it...you know, since you told me.
[ His ears twitch as he looks for the best words to say. He doesn't want to be annoying. He doesn't want to tell Greed some sob story about his self esteem. So, as he accepts the cocktail and takes a moment to appreciate its color, he says: ]
Just busy I guess. I've got a couple jobs.
[ He takes a drink. His furry ears perk up and his long tail starts lashing back and forth on the floor behind him. ]
This is really good!
[ Maurice, by and large, does not drink cocktails. He might have a vodka coke, but usually he just drinks the cheapest piss beer he can find and drinks it until he can't stand. Shit he could just come here any time and have a drink that tastes good??? Shit! ]
Well...I've walked by a few times. Told some people about it...you know, since you told me.
[ His ears twitch as he looks for the best words to say. He doesn't want to be annoying. He doesn't want to tell Greed some sob story about his self esteem. So, as he accepts the cocktail and takes a moment to appreciate its color, he says: ]
Just busy I guess. I've got a couple jobs.
[ He takes a drink. His furry ears perk up and his long tail starts lashing back and forth on the floor behind him. ]
This is really good!
[ Maurice, by and large, does not drink cocktails. He might have a vodka coke, but usually he just drinks the cheapest piss beer he can find and drinks it until he can't stand. Shit he could just come here any time and have a drink that tastes good??? Shit! ]
[A flutter fishtails behind his sunglasses, red, slippery, and as smooth as an eel in muck. Greed squints his mouth and the whiskers on his cheeks blossom out.] Is that so. Ha - ! Well, I appreciate the free advertising, friend. But now it sounds like I owe you, don't I?
[The rumble in his chest is so deep, so low, it's almost hard to make out. Like a bass tone pitched to just the right frequency, it shows itself in the rattle of his necklaces as they quiver and shake about his neck. The Sin reaches for a half-empty glass to run his finger along the rim.] Speaking of which - why don't we give it a try, hmn? This collar thing. That is, if you're up to it. Something simple.
[The tail at his back loops upward, and the rings around it collapse together. Tck, tck, tck.] See, I'm a big fan of choice, Maurice. Even when it comes to those who work for me, I won't force them to do something they're not interested in. [He continues feeling out the rim of the glass, putting it to his finger's memory.] Sure, they have jobs to do - it's what I pay 'em for. But if I made them do something they didn't want, that'd make me a bit of a hypocrite now, wouldn't it? So, we'll start with something small.
[The former homunculus leans in then, pressing his weight atop the glass and holding it on the point of his nail so sure, so tense, that it whines back with a protest, pathetic and shrill.] Why don't you tell me something you want. Something you really want. And in exchange? [He playfully tilts his head.]
I'll let you ask me to do one thing. [He raises his finger off the glass.] And we'll see if this rumor of ours is any true. A pretty fair deal, don't ya think?
[The rumble in his chest is so deep, so low, it's almost hard to make out. Like a bass tone pitched to just the right frequency, it shows itself in the rattle of his necklaces as they quiver and shake about his neck. The Sin reaches for a half-empty glass to run his finger along the rim.] Speaking of which - why don't we give it a try, hmn? This collar thing. That is, if you're up to it. Something simple.
[The tail at his back loops upward, and the rings around it collapse together. Tck, tck, tck.] See, I'm a big fan of choice, Maurice. Even when it comes to those who work for me, I won't force them to do something they're not interested in. [He continues feeling out the rim of the glass, putting it to his finger's memory.] Sure, they have jobs to do - it's what I pay 'em for. But if I made them do something they didn't want, that'd make me a bit of a hypocrite now, wouldn't it? So, we'll start with something small.
[The former homunculus leans in then, pressing his weight atop the glass and holding it on the point of his nail so sure, so tense, that it whines back with a protest, pathetic and shrill.] Why don't you tell me something you want. Something you really want. And in exchange? [He playfully tilts his head.]
I'll let you ask me to do one thing. [He raises his finger off the glass.] And we'll see if this rumor of ours is any true. A pretty fair deal, don't ya think?
[ Maurice is taking gulps of his cocktail rather than sips. It's going fast as he listens to Greed purr and make his offer. He licks his lips and looks up at the big cat man.]
[ There's something about staring at his reflection in Greed's glasses. Greed is both a presence that fills a room and a mirror leaving Maurice with only himself. What did he want? The yawning speckled void waits for his answer, luxuriating in its vastness. What did he want? ]
[ People don't usually ask Maurice what he wants. The collar's influence bid him speak.]
I want respect.
[ Maurice snaps his teeth closed and instantly he looks stricken, like he's scandalized that he could dare to ask for something so large. Like, who the fuck is HE? ]
[ There's something about staring at his reflection in Greed's glasses. Greed is both a presence that fills a room and a mirror leaving Maurice with only himself. What did he want? The yawning speckled void waits for his answer, luxuriating in its vastness. What did he want? ]
[ People don't usually ask Maurice what he wants. The collar's influence bid him speak.]
I want respect.
[ Maurice snaps his teeth closed and instantly he looks stricken, like he's scandalized that he could dare to ask for something so large. Like, who the fuck is HE? ]
[Maurice drinks, and he waits. For an answer, for a suggestion, for a reaction of any sort. And all the while, he's eerily still; like a viper tasting the air, searching for a flicker of something (anything) to pass on by. Because it is true, isn't it? The age-old phrase about devils and how it's always better to go with the one that's familiar.]
[Greed's eyebrows drift up his forehead, silent yet focused all the same. He plucks his claw off the glass, making it shiver out one, last, finalizing note. Shrrr.] Ha - ! Now see, that wasn't so hard, was it? [The Sin's mouth knowingly shrinks and as he plucks up the glass, he shuffles it underneath the lip of the bar. A task to take handle later, no doubt.] But that's interesting. What makes you think you aren't respected, Maurice? From everything you've told me, you sound like a pretty interesting guy. You haven't been running into any trouble here, have you? Because if you are - [He swipes his tongue behind the cuts of his teeth.] - well, you can just tell them they can come talk to me, hmn?
[Tilting his head, he gives off a glimpse of his throat and all the jewels and gems strung about it catch like pennies in the limelight.] Ah, but before we get to that, suppose I owe you one in return, don't I? [He taps the top of the bar with his nail, leaving behind a fine prick in the wood.]
So, go ahead. You get one ask. Then, we can get to this respect of yours.
[Greed's eyebrows drift up his forehead, silent yet focused all the same. He plucks his claw off the glass, making it shiver out one, last, finalizing note. Shrrr.] Ha - ! Now see, that wasn't so hard, was it? [The Sin's mouth knowingly shrinks and as he plucks up the glass, he shuffles it underneath the lip of the bar. A task to take handle later, no doubt.] But that's interesting. What makes you think you aren't respected, Maurice? From everything you've told me, you sound like a pretty interesting guy. You haven't been running into any trouble here, have you? Because if you are - [He swipes his tongue behind the cuts of his teeth.] - well, you can just tell them they can come talk to me, hmn?
[Tilting his head, he gives off a glimpse of his throat and all the jewels and gems strung about it catch like pennies in the limelight.] Ah, but before we get to that, suppose I owe you one in return, don't I? [He taps the top of the bar with his nail, leaving behind a fine prick in the wood.]
So, go ahead. You get one ask. Then, we can get to this respect of yours.
[ Maurice looks down into his empty glass. ]
Well...the folks back home talk to me like I'm dumb. Probably 'cause I'm fat and don't have a good job and didn't finish college. It's like they either think I'm stupid or feel sorry for me and I can't...I can't stand it! Horas was supposed to teach me how t'be a vampire (I was a vampire) but he kept just...I dunno, fucking around. And then when we almost get caught by hunters they blame ME! And here, the angels all give me these looks...I ain't done nothin' to them! All I do is--don't tell nobody this--go to the library and read freakin' plays! If they want me to be a problem just so they can feel right, I'll BE a problem!
[ The more he speaks, the more he begins to get just a little heated. Maurice doesn't get heated over much. ]
And my boss is always tryin' to scare me and, I mean, it works, but I wish he wouldn't do that. I got enough to deal with outside of work!
[ His tail is lashing so hard behind him that he is tipping over chairs. ]
Okay--I want another drink. Make it stronger. Uh, please.
Well...the folks back home talk to me like I'm dumb. Probably 'cause I'm fat and don't have a good job and didn't finish college. It's like they either think I'm stupid or feel sorry for me and I can't...I can't stand it! Horas was supposed to teach me how t'be a vampire (I was a vampire) but he kept just...I dunno, fucking around. And then when we almost get caught by hunters they blame ME! And here, the angels all give me these looks...I ain't done nothin' to them! All I do is--don't tell nobody this--go to the library and read freakin' plays! If they want me to be a problem just so they can feel right, I'll BE a problem!
[ The more he speaks, the more he begins to get just a little heated. Maurice doesn't get heated over much. ]
And my boss is always tryin' to scare me and, I mean, it works, but I wish he wouldn't do that. I got enough to deal with outside of work!
[ His tail is lashing so hard behind him that he is tipping over chairs. ]
Okay--I want another drink. Make it stronger. Uh, please.
[A slight flick of movement hints behind his sunglasses as he listens to Maurice tell his story. And while it isn't exactly a familiar one, it is similar. Not to his, but to others he's known before. The world (any world, really) is kind to no one, and given his line of business, he's heard it all. From the once-star lounge singers to washed-up military men who had nothing left to give, the theme is always the same: life isn't always fair, and for those that don't (can't) live a normal one? Cruelty is a commodity in spades.]
[Greed pinches Maurice's drink by the brim, dragging it away.] There's always going to be those. The self-righteous types. [He starts in, his voice as smooth as a velvet chaser.] And when something doesn't go their way? They look for someone else to blame. That's the thing with people like that. They tend to forget what others are worth.
[At the last bit, his teeth snap together; a light tck. The Sin shoves the glass underneath the counter and as he stretches his back, the fur along his neck slowly rises; its movement more similar to the pull of lifting static. He lets the side of his head sag near his shoulder.] Sounds like it's more their problem than yours, hmn? [The question tickles on his tongue, making the split of it flutter behind his teeth.] Our friends up above have the whole thing wrong. What's good, what's bad. It's never mattered to me.
As for that other thing - [Setting down a fresh glass with one hand, the former homunculus snags an orange with the other. He eases the edge of his thumb against the skin and with a sharp jerk of the wrist, he begins to peel it.] - everyone's got their secrets. We'll just leave it at that.
[Ah, but there's that heat. That simmering, bubbling heat and he knows it, doesn't he? That fine line between frustration and anger that can so easily boil over to wrath. Greed sinks his claw into the orange and as its skin bursts, he levels it over the shaker.] Careful there. As much as I don't blame you, think about it, huh? Would do you no good to make things messier than they have to be. But -
[He swipes his claw and the orange peel rolls off in a single curl.] - might be time to remind some of 'em that this isn't their afterlife, and their rules don't exactly apply. [The Sin pours in some liquor, capping the mix with a delicate tnk of steel on steel. He gives it a slight swirl and the ice inside rolls like rocks in a tumbler.] Ah, but I'm getting a little ahead of myself, aren't I? You still haven't gotten your ask.
[The drink he pours out this time is a heavier one. A simple mix of half vodka, half orange juice with a lick of bitters for good measure. Greed holds the peel over a candle nearby, turning the edges of it to a slight char. He shoves a toothpick through it before setting it on the rim of the glass. Then, with a push, he sends it over to Maurice.]
[Greed pinches Maurice's drink by the brim, dragging it away.] There's always going to be those. The self-righteous types. [He starts in, his voice as smooth as a velvet chaser.] And when something doesn't go their way? They look for someone else to blame. That's the thing with people like that. They tend to forget what others are worth.
[At the last bit, his teeth snap together; a light tck. The Sin shoves the glass underneath the counter and as he stretches his back, the fur along his neck slowly rises; its movement more similar to the pull of lifting static. He lets the side of his head sag near his shoulder.] Sounds like it's more their problem than yours, hmn? [The question tickles on his tongue, making the split of it flutter behind his teeth.] Our friends up above have the whole thing wrong. What's good, what's bad. It's never mattered to me.
As for that other thing - [Setting down a fresh glass with one hand, the former homunculus snags an orange with the other. He eases the edge of his thumb against the skin and with a sharp jerk of the wrist, he begins to peel it.] - everyone's got their secrets. We'll just leave it at that.
[Ah, but there's that heat. That simmering, bubbling heat and he knows it, doesn't he? That fine line between frustration and anger that can so easily boil over to wrath. Greed sinks his claw into the orange and as its skin bursts, he levels it over the shaker.] Careful there. As much as I don't blame you, think about it, huh? Would do you no good to make things messier than they have to be. But -
[He swipes his claw and the orange peel rolls off in a single curl.] - might be time to remind some of 'em that this isn't their afterlife, and their rules don't exactly apply. [The Sin pours in some liquor, capping the mix with a delicate tnk of steel on steel. He gives it a slight swirl and the ice inside rolls like rocks in a tumbler.] Ah, but I'm getting a little ahead of myself, aren't I? You still haven't gotten your ask.
[The drink he pours out this time is a heavier one. A simple mix of half vodka, half orange juice with a lick of bitters for good measure. Greed holds the peel over a candle nearby, turning the edges of it to a slight char. He shoves a toothpick through it before setting it on the rim of the glass. Then, with a push, he sends it over to Maurice.]
[ Living by your own rules sounds so cool...but also kind of lonely. He wonders if this cool cat ever feels lonely. He makes it look so easy. ]
I thought the extra drink was my ask...
[ He grabs his drink and takes a moment to appreciate the unique smell before taking a sip. Oh! That's different! He likes it a little more than the Widow actually. ]
Uhmmm...let's see.
[ His usual electric nerves that run through him when In A Social Situation have started to quiet their incessant buzzing. His shoulders un-hunch and he rolls his head from one side to the other as if making sure to coat all surfaces of his brain with the alcohol.]
Can I pet you? You're like a...big kitty.
I thought the extra drink was my ask...
[ He grabs his drink and takes a moment to appreciate the unique smell before taking a sip. Oh! That's different! He likes it a little more than the Widow actually. ]
Uhmmm...let's see.
[ His usual electric nerves that run through him when In A Social Situation have started to quiet their incessant buzzing. His shoulders un-hunch and he rolls his head from one side to the other as if making sure to coat all surfaces of his brain with the alcohol.]
Can I pet you? You're like a...big kitty.
[It's rare to see someone at his bar so completely opposite his usual. Not that Maurice is entirely out of sorts here. But the clientele he's come to expect have always been a bit more rough around the edges, and an ask (any at all) tends to come with a little more fine print.]
[Which is why, maybe, Greed's smile softens a bit. He lifts his shoulders with a lazy shrug before stretching himself over the bar just enough to make his hips knock along the other side of the counter. The collar may be commanding him to do it, but even so. This? This is simple enough.]
[Maurice really is another one of the good ones, isn't he?]
[The Sin coaxes his head to the side, offering up his ear.] Knock yourself out. [He purrs and his tail sways behind him.] Y'know, you're not a bad guy, 'Rice. If you ever find those other jobs of yours aren't working out, why don't you give me a call? This place gets busy enough, and I'm sure we could find something worth your time.
[On cue, he pulls out a napkin and a pen to blindly scribble down a few numbers before pushing it over to Maurice; his head, all the while, held out and waiting for a well-deserved scritch.]
[Which is why, maybe, Greed's smile softens a bit. He lifts his shoulders with a lazy shrug before stretching himself over the bar just enough to make his hips knock along the other side of the counter. The collar may be commanding him to do it, but even so. This? This is simple enough.]
[Maurice really is another one of the good ones, isn't he?]
[The Sin coaxes his head to the side, offering up his ear.] Knock yourself out. [He purrs and his tail sways behind him.] Y'know, you're not a bad guy, 'Rice. If you ever find those other jobs of yours aren't working out, why don't you give me a call? This place gets busy enough, and I'm sure we could find something worth your time.
[On cue, he pulls out a napkin and a pen to blindly scribble down a few numbers before pushing it over to Maurice; his head, all the while, held out and waiting for a well-deserved scritch.]
[ Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! ]
[ Maurice reaches out and plops a hand between Greed's ears and gives him a good pet. His fur is so soft! Maurice strokes the giant cat man's head and ears and the side of his nec (if he can reach it) for a long moment. It's so nice to pet a kitty. Until he died, he's been allergic. And animals in general didn't like him much when he was a vampire.]
[ Greed's proposal makes sure Maurice doesn't get totally lost in the sauce. He withdraws his hand, satisfied, and takes up his glass again. His brows drift up as he processes what Greed has said. ]
Like a job...? I mean...the radio station doesn't take up a whole lot of my time. I never thought of working in a bar b'fore...could be interesting. What d'you need help with?
[ Maurice reaches out and plops a hand between Greed's ears and gives him a good pet. His fur is so soft! Maurice strokes the giant cat man's head and ears and the side of his nec (if he can reach it) for a long moment. It's so nice to pet a kitty. Until he died, he's been allergic. And animals in general didn't like him much when he was a vampire.]
[ Greed's proposal makes sure Maurice doesn't get totally lost in the sauce. He withdraws his hand, satisfied, and takes up his glass again. His brows drift up as he processes what Greed has said. ]
Like a job...? I mean...the radio station doesn't take up a whole lot of my time. I never thought of working in a bar b'fore...could be interesting. What d'you need help with?
[All the while, the Sin tilts into the touch. It isn't something intimate (least not the kind he's familiar with), but the jaguar part of him: it likes it. The feeling of Maurice's nails on his scalp, the sensation of his fingers burying themselves deep in his fur. Greed lets a deep, barrel-bottom chuff flare in his nose; the pitch of it echoing like a bass, thrumming in his chest.]
[When Maurice pulls away, the former homunculus rolls his head, causing one or two of his bones to crack.] Hmn? [He shakes himself out of his momentary stupor as he slowly straightens his back.]
Yeah, like a job. [He turns up the corner of his lip.] And it wouldn't be much. Mostly making sure we have enough stock when we open. That, and taking care of the occasional drop off. [Greed rubs the back of his neck. It may not have been his intent, but the way Maurice had stroked him: it leaves the bristles of his coat standing on end. The look of them more similar to the aftermath of a well-placed, statically charged balloon.]
[He flattens the fur under his palm, gliding it down smooth and slick.] Think about it. [The Sin taps the napkin twice with the tip of his nail. Tck, tck.] Doesn't have to be now. But consider it, would ya?
Got some things to do, but in the meantime, feel free to stick around. [The former homunculus gradually pulls away from the counter. Being as tall as he is now, he shuffles a bit on the balls of his feet, narrowly avoiding the prep station behind him the process. Eventually though (and with a little more effort than usual), he makes his way down the line of the bar. And with one hand raised high, the Sin flicks his wrist; his sendoff, quick and casual.]
Enjoy the drink, 'Rice.
[When Maurice pulls away, the former homunculus rolls his head, causing one or two of his bones to crack.] Hmn? [He shakes himself out of his momentary stupor as he slowly straightens his back.]
Yeah, like a job. [He turns up the corner of his lip.] And it wouldn't be much. Mostly making sure we have enough stock when we open. That, and taking care of the occasional drop off. [Greed rubs the back of his neck. It may not have been his intent, but the way Maurice had stroked him: it leaves the bristles of his coat standing on end. The look of them more similar to the aftermath of a well-placed, statically charged balloon.]
[He flattens the fur under his palm, gliding it down smooth and slick.] Think about it. [The Sin taps the napkin twice with the tip of his nail. Tck, tck.] Doesn't have to be now. But consider it, would ya?
Got some things to do, but in the meantime, feel free to stick around. [The former homunculus gradually pulls away from the counter. Being as tall as he is now, he shuffles a bit on the balls of his feet, narrowly avoiding the prep station behind him the process. Eventually though (and with a little more effort than usual), he makes his way down the line of the bar. And with one hand raised high, the Sin flicks his wrist; his sendoff, quick and casual.]
Enjoy the drink, 'Rice.
[It's late afternoon, tipping into early evening when Ari Tayrey decides to visit The Devil's Nest. Greed had seemed logical and reassuring, and her friends seemed to like the place. There's no reason not to stop by, she tells herself. From her mapping project she has learned that there are regions of Hell that it really isn't safe for outsiders to stop by. This isn't one of them.
Here she is, pushing open the door, a young lieutenant with a blue and silver spacer uniform and a faintly angelic glow. She tries to dim her light when she's in Hell, but it isn't always easy. She strides up to the bar.]
Peace and prosperity. I'm looking for Greed.
[At lne presumes she says this, and not the less probable I'm looking for greed.]
Here she is, pushing open the door, a young lieutenant with a blue and silver spacer uniform and a faintly angelic glow. She tries to dim her light when she's in Hell, but it isn't always easy. She strides up to the bar.]
Peace and prosperity. I'm looking for Greed.
[At lne presumes she says this, and not the less probable I'm looking for greed.]
[With a name like the Devil's Nest, the bar's appearance shouldn't be all that surprising. There's gaggles of patrons everywhere - some the angelic sort, but most are living and breathing their brimstone afterlives over cards, drinks, elbow-to-arms company, and a cloud of smoke that hovers about the place like a city-swell smog.]
[Someone (a patron or an employee) eyes her before tossing a hand in the air, flipping their fingers over in a beckoning motion. It seems the people here know when to ask and when to not. And if someone is looking for the resident Sin in charge, there's a single, silent understanding:]
[Ask for sin, and oh, will it come a 'knockin'.]
[Greed peels himself out of a hallway (and away from the arms of a scantily clad hellhound) with a soft click, click of his boots. He lets the heels of them drum off the floor as he makes his way over; his pace, daunting and slow.] Ah - ?
[When he sees Tayrey though, a smile quickens on his face.] Well, you found him. [The former homunculus hums, and he eases two of his hands into his pockets while wrapping the other set around the thinnest part of his torso.] Glad to see you finally made it down here - Tayrey, right? Oda's friend?
[Someone (a patron or an employee) eyes her before tossing a hand in the air, flipping their fingers over in a beckoning motion. It seems the people here know when to ask and when to not. And if someone is looking for the resident Sin in charge, there's a single, silent understanding:]
[Ask for sin, and oh, will it come a 'knockin'.]
[Greed peels himself out of a hallway (and away from the arms of a scantily clad hellhound) with a soft click, click of his boots. He lets the heels of them drum off the floor as he makes his way over; his pace, daunting and slow.] Ah - ?
[When he sees Tayrey though, a smile quickens on his face.] Well, you found him. [The former homunculus hums, and he eases two of his hands into his pockets while wrapping the other set around the thinnest part of his torso.] Glad to see you finally made it down here - Tayrey, right? Oda's friend?
[She watches him approach, taking in the horns, the extra arms, the slow confidence. There's something almost hypnotic about it. Tayrey smiles softly.]
You got it. I promised I'd stop by.
[And she keeps her promises, word by contract. Tayrey stands straight-backed, a little awkwardly, as if she's overly conscious of her appearance, her presence here.]
Peace and prosperity.
[Her usual greeting. She extends a hand to shake his firmly, if he'll take it.]
Oda's a good friend to me. Not the sort I expected, but I didn't expect an afterlife at all, so anything is a bonus now. Do you know him well?
You got it. I promised I'd stop by.
[And she keeps her promises, word by contract. Tayrey stands straight-backed, a little awkwardly, as if she's overly conscious of her appearance, her presence here.]
Peace and prosperity.
[Her usual greeting. She extends a hand to shake his firmly, if he'll take it.]
Oda's a good friend to me. Not the sort I expected, but I didn't expect an afterlife at all, so anything is a bonus now. Do you know him well?
[There's no denying the look behind his sunglasses: how his eyes fester, how they seem to burn despite a lack of obvious heat. Greed's lips stretch across his face.] You did, didn't you. Well, glad you could find the time.
[The tail behind him shakes (spindly, sharp, and blossoming with spines that rattle together smooth and light) and as the Sin sinks his heel into the floor, he turns on the point of it.] Peace and prosperity to you too, I guess. That's a saying where you come from, right?
[He pauses midway through his spin as soon as she extends her hand. And ah, how he does appreciate a woman taking charge of things, doesn't he? Greed dips, stretching out one of his arms to gingerly wrap his fingers around hers.] Mn. So I've heard. You keep some pretty interesting company, sweetheart.
[When he releases her, he does it with a mind of his claws. He's sharp. There's no need to cut her on the way out.] Ha - ! Well that makes two of us, then. There isn't supposed to be an afterlife for things like me. [When he shrugs his shoulders, the fur lining his collar comes up with them, fanning out along the back of his neck.] Ah, well. Doesn't matter. You came here for a drink. Let's make sure you get one. No point coming all the way down here just to talk, after all.
[He makes his way behind the bar then, taking his time and seemingly counting his steps. Oda. Now, that's a whole subject in itself, isn't it? The self-proclaimed demon king with a mouth for days, a habit for causing trouble, and now one more he can count as his. The Sin snorts a laugh from his nose.] You could say I know him as well as any. Little pissant's sometimes a lot more trouble than he's worth.
[Is he being fond? Snide? A little bit of both? Maybe, but he doesn't elaborate. No, keep it vague, that's the Greed guarantee. The Sin snags a shaker, ripping the top off with his pinkie.] So, what'll it be?
[The tail behind him shakes (spindly, sharp, and blossoming with spines that rattle together smooth and light) and as the Sin sinks his heel into the floor, he turns on the point of it.] Peace and prosperity to you too, I guess. That's a saying where you come from, right?
[He pauses midway through his spin as soon as she extends her hand. And ah, how he does appreciate a woman taking charge of things, doesn't he? Greed dips, stretching out one of his arms to gingerly wrap his fingers around hers.] Mn. So I've heard. You keep some pretty interesting company, sweetheart.
[When he releases her, he does it with a mind of his claws. He's sharp. There's no need to cut her on the way out.] Ha - ! Well that makes two of us, then. There isn't supposed to be an afterlife for things like me. [When he shrugs his shoulders, the fur lining his collar comes up with them, fanning out along the back of his neck.] Ah, well. Doesn't matter. You came here for a drink. Let's make sure you get one. No point coming all the way down here just to talk, after all.
[He makes his way behind the bar then, taking his time and seemingly counting his steps. Oda. Now, that's a whole subject in itself, isn't it? The self-proclaimed demon king with a mouth for days, a habit for causing trouble, and now one more he can count as his. The Sin snorts a laugh from his nose.] You could say I know him as well as any. Little pissant's sometimes a lot more trouble than he's worth.
[Is he being fond? Snide? A little bit of both? Maybe, but he doesn't elaborate. No, keep it vague, that's the Greed guarantee. The Sin snags a shaker, ripping the top off with his pinkie.] So, what'll it be?
[ he is in hell the moment his mind finally clears, and the weight of everything he has done this month hits him like a ton of bricks. so does the pain from his arm, with a injury that stubbornly refuses to heal. it’s as fresh as when he obtained it, staining the sleeve of his coat.
touching down on a familiar building, he sinks into a seat on the roof and goes about shrugging out of his jacket. the material is so stained by gold and red that it is a lost cause, so he goes about tearing at the sleeves to fashion himself a tourniquet. this is nothing in the grand scheme of things, he will heal eventually, but the pain in his chest grows.
after tying the remnants of the coat in place, he places his head in his hands and lets out a shaky sigh. when looking off to one side, he finds himself studying his gore-covered wings and broken feathers. he can’t recall a time when his wings were in a state as poor as this, but it seems silly to dwell on that now. maybe it keeps him from thinking about the fact that he killed someone.
a sinner with a single sin to his name, with eyes whose innocence rivaled Lucifer’s own. normally in control of his emotions, he grits his teeth and kicks something over before clumsily sinking to his knees. he feels moisture, looking to the ground where he can see a single droplet, but there is no rain.
Michael covers his eyes with a hand and draws his wings around himself, lip trembling. ]
Forgive me, I didn’t even know your name..
[ and there he will stay, half propped up against the lip of the building with only his thoughts for company for a while. he could go downstairs but the bar is still open. if anyone is there that he attacked, it would bring trouble to Greed — who he still needs to apologize to. instead, he closes his eyes and allows the exhaustion to lull him into a restless slumber. ]
touching down on a familiar building, he sinks into a seat on the roof and goes about shrugging out of his jacket. the material is so stained by gold and red that it is a lost cause, so he goes about tearing at the sleeves to fashion himself a tourniquet. this is nothing in the grand scheme of things, he will heal eventually, but the pain in his chest grows.
after tying the remnants of the coat in place, he places his head in his hands and lets out a shaky sigh. when looking off to one side, he finds himself studying his gore-covered wings and broken feathers. he can’t recall a time when his wings were in a state as poor as this, but it seems silly to dwell on that now. maybe it keeps him from thinking about the fact that he killed someone.
a sinner with a single sin to his name, with eyes whose innocence rivaled Lucifer’s own. normally in control of his emotions, he grits his teeth and kicks something over before clumsily sinking to his knees. he feels moisture, looking to the ground where he can see a single droplet, but there is no rain.
Michael covers his eyes with a hand and draws his wings around himself, lip trembling. ]
Forgive me, I didn’t even know your name..
[ and there he will stay, half propped up against the lip of the building with only his thoughts for company for a while. he could go downstairs but the bar is still open. if anyone is there that he attacked, it would bring trouble to Greed — who he still needs to apologize to. instead, he closes his eyes and allows the exhaustion to lull him into a restless slumber. ]
[Something should announce him: a hiss of laugher, a low hum, a rolling purr, a smile more audible than anything else in the world. But this time? This time nothing trumpets his arrival. Even his boots, as clipping and clicking as they are, grow soft in the consistent, early-morning dark. And just like a specter, he appears out of no where. With gentle arms, silence, and not a single thought to give.]
[Because he's the driver, isn't he. The driver, the shadow, refusing to become a hearse a second time.]
[Michael, like Lucifer, isn't hard for him to carry. Despite how powerful he is, the Archangel is light enough that two of his four hands make easy of the job. And oh, how he does it with care. With all the care of a monster, of a creature, made for a completely different purpose and refusing to live up to the title. Because he's said it, right? Time and time again like his own, twisted sense of scripture:]
["I always take care of what's mine, friend."]
[Greed descends the fire escape like a blind mind familiar with his territory. He knows every inch of this bar, every pitfall. So as he follows the path down, down, down, he's mindful: where the hooks of his boots slide into the iron rungs, how to pivot his shoulder to not disturb the man exhausted (beaten) in his clutches. The former homunculus makes only one sound while he works and as a soft hiss (like a sting, like a curse that just won't come) presses behind his teeth, he yanks a window open, guiding his leg over the sill.]
[One day, maybe today even, he'll ask himself how he got here. But he already knows the answer.]
[Inside, the bar passes him by. He'll have a lot more questions to deal with after all is said and done, but that's for later. For now? For now, he only has a single destination in mind.]
[The bathroom is a secret for a reason, or it had been when he first opened the place. Large, black, and expansive, it matches his namesake: with its standing shower, mirror-tiled floor, and a clawfoot tub poised like a poor man's throne. When the Sin slips in, he nudges a light switch with his elbow, making the soft-blue lights hum on with a buzz of a lulling current.]
[Greed quietly plugs the bathtub before turning the faucet on. With Michael (Michael smeared in blood, Michael doused in gold) against his chest, he tests a free hand under the water, waiting for it to warm up. The building, as a whole, isn't a new one. The pipes knock behind the walls, the heat takes its time to turn on. But eventually, the temperature gets hot enough that he pulls his fingers away, flicking them dry with a motion so unsatisfied, it could only be called bitter.]
[It never should have been like this. It never should have come to this. And yet, here they are. Here they are once again, and isn't it a bitch how history loves to repeat itself.]
[Hesitation's never been his strong suit, but for a second, the Sin pauses. His claws hover around the buttons of a jacket that's long gone; their tips stiff, yet twitching. Because he remembers: the feeling of blood on his hands, the desperation of a man begging for recognition, the loneliness of a vampire screaming at him to never let go, the fear of a young popstar ripping through him - ]
[ - the silence of a severed head on his couch, and the heaviness, the lifelessness, of six wings sprawled across his hotel-room floor.]
[Greed clicks his tongue at the top corner of his gums. Without warning, he slowly begins to thumb each button open, careful and mindful of just who they belong to. Michael is a private man, after all. It's the least he can do.]
[Because he's the driver, isn't he. The driver, the shadow, refusing to become a hearse a second time.]
[Michael, like Lucifer, isn't hard for him to carry. Despite how powerful he is, the Archangel is light enough that two of his four hands make easy of the job. And oh, how he does it with care. With all the care of a monster, of a creature, made for a completely different purpose and refusing to live up to the title. Because he's said it, right? Time and time again like his own, twisted sense of scripture:]
["I always take care of what's mine, friend."]
[Greed descends the fire escape like a blind mind familiar with his territory. He knows every inch of this bar, every pitfall. So as he follows the path down, down, down, he's mindful: where the hooks of his boots slide into the iron rungs, how to pivot his shoulder to not disturb the man exhausted (beaten) in his clutches. The former homunculus makes only one sound while he works and as a soft hiss (like a sting, like a curse that just won't come) presses behind his teeth, he yanks a window open, guiding his leg over the sill.]
[One day, maybe today even, he'll ask himself how he got here. But he already knows the answer.]
[Inside, the bar passes him by. He'll have a lot more questions to deal with after all is said and done, but that's for later. For now? For now, he only has a single destination in mind.]
[The bathroom is a secret for a reason, or it had been when he first opened the place. Large, black, and expansive, it matches his namesake: with its standing shower, mirror-tiled floor, and a clawfoot tub poised like a poor man's throne. When the Sin slips in, he nudges a light switch with his elbow, making the soft-blue lights hum on with a buzz of a lulling current.]
[Greed quietly plugs the bathtub before turning the faucet on. With Michael (Michael smeared in blood, Michael doused in gold) against his chest, he tests a free hand under the water, waiting for it to warm up. The building, as a whole, isn't a new one. The pipes knock behind the walls, the heat takes its time to turn on. But eventually, the temperature gets hot enough that he pulls his fingers away, flicking them dry with a motion so unsatisfied, it could only be called bitter.]
[It never should have been like this. It never should have come to this. And yet, here they are. Here they are once again, and isn't it a bitch how history loves to repeat itself.]
[Hesitation's never been his strong suit, but for a second, the Sin pauses. His claws hover around the buttons of a jacket that's long gone; their tips stiff, yet twitching. Because he remembers: the feeling of blood on his hands, the desperation of a man begging for recognition, the loneliness of a vampire screaming at him to never let go, the fear of a young popstar ripping through him - ]
[ - the silence of a severed head on his couch, and the heaviness, the lifelessness, of six wings sprawled across his hotel-room floor.]
[Greed clicks his tongue at the top corner of his gums. Without warning, he slowly begins to thumb each button open, careful and mindful of just who they belong to. Michael is a private man, after all. It's the least he can do.]
[ he is vaguely aware that someone approaches, lifts him into the air, and begins walking away with unhurried steps. but he is so tired that he never fully stirs, so it could very well be anyone. a friend of one of his victims hell bent on revenge, a random demon taking advantage of an unconscious angel or even a friend.
Michael has always been a light sleeper but tonight? not even God himself could rouse him, not when he is so afraid to look at himself in the mirror and see what he has become. people told him this place was capable of evil things and, after last month, he should have believed them.
the hiss is vaguely familiar, so is the symphony of scents rolling off of the former homunculus. where he was tense against him before, his shoulders sag when his mind fills in the blanks for him. he was on the roof of the Devil’s Nest before this — it’s Greed. the relief is to such a degree that he lets himself drift off again, reassured by the fact that he wouldn’t ask questions.
it isn’t until the lights in the bathroom kick on and he hears the sound of water flowing that he shifts slightly in his grasp. his shoulder protests instantly, causing him to grit his teeth, but he reminds himself that the pain is nothing compared to what he put everyone else through.
using his other hand, he places it on top of the hand currently fussing with his clothing. not to stop or reprimand, but to ground and prove to himself that this interaction isn’t part of a dream. he can feel the warmth. with a shaky sigh, he uncharacteristically accepts the contact and lets his forehead settle against his chest.
he never raises his voice above a soft murmur, just loud enough to be heard over the water. ]
I’m sorry, Greed.
[ his voice nearly cracks at the end, so he doesn’t dare to lift his head just yet. it isn’t that he thinks showing emotion is a weakness, it’s that he is disappointed in himself. his wings sag, the tips skirting against the floor. he will put them away eventually, maybe when he pulls himself out of this stupor.
in the meantime, he clutches the front of his shirt much in the way a child would when stubbornly refusing to leave the side of their parent. that’s the breaking point. his fingers tremble and his shoulders shake but the broken sobs never come. he can hold them back, but the tears that follow are unstoppable.
it is the first time in a long time since he cried. it doesn’t help the situation, it won’t bring back Maurice or soothe Lucifer’s aching heart, but he mourns them all the same. for a man who usually comes equipped with an over abundance of words, he uses very few now. ]
I killed him. He begged me not to, but I still killed him.
[ he still has Maurice’s blood on his hands, it’s enough to churn his stomach and make him try to curl inward. murder is an unforgivable sin, he’s forever tainted his grace with it. ]
What have I done?
Michael has always been a light sleeper but tonight? not even God himself could rouse him, not when he is so afraid to look at himself in the mirror and see what he has become. people told him this place was capable of evil things and, after last month, he should have believed them.
the hiss is vaguely familiar, so is the symphony of scents rolling off of the former homunculus. where he was tense against him before, his shoulders sag when his mind fills in the blanks for him. he was on the roof of the Devil’s Nest before this — it’s Greed. the relief is to such a degree that he lets himself drift off again, reassured by the fact that he wouldn’t ask questions.
it isn’t until the lights in the bathroom kick on and he hears the sound of water flowing that he shifts slightly in his grasp. his shoulder protests instantly, causing him to grit his teeth, but he reminds himself that the pain is nothing compared to what he put everyone else through.
using his other hand, he places it on top of the hand currently fussing with his clothing. not to stop or reprimand, but to ground and prove to himself that this interaction isn’t part of a dream. he can feel the warmth. with a shaky sigh, he uncharacteristically accepts the contact and lets his forehead settle against his chest.
he never raises his voice above a soft murmur, just loud enough to be heard over the water. ]
I’m sorry, Greed.
[ his voice nearly cracks at the end, so he doesn’t dare to lift his head just yet. it isn’t that he thinks showing emotion is a weakness, it’s that he is disappointed in himself. his wings sag, the tips skirting against the floor. he will put them away eventually, maybe when he pulls himself out of this stupor.
in the meantime, he clutches the front of his shirt much in the way a child would when stubbornly refusing to leave the side of their parent. that’s the breaking point. his fingers tremble and his shoulders shake but the broken sobs never come. he can hold them back, but the tears that follow are unstoppable.
it is the first time in a long time since he cried. it doesn’t help the situation, it won’t bring back Maurice or soothe Lucifer’s aching heart, but he mourns them all the same. for a man who usually comes equipped with an over abundance of words, he uses very few now. ]
I killed him. He begged me not to, but I still killed him.
[ he still has Maurice’s blood on his hands, it’s enough to churn his stomach and make him try to curl inward. murder is an unforgivable sin, he’s forever tainted his grace with it. ]
What have I done?
[The hand on his means that Michael is alive. Hurt, sure, but still breathing, still thinking, still here despite how distant and away he feels. And that's enough, isn't it? Least, for the moment. The rest of it (the misery of the month, the bloodshed, the guilt) can come later.]
[Greed doesn't push him away, but he continues unbuttoning his jacket. And as his claws tenderly pry the buttons loose, he lifts his upper lip with a snarl directed at nothing, nothing at all.] Shut up. Save your sorry for someone who needs it, huh?
[He's short, but it's not because of Michael. No, no matter what was said, no matter the blows they came to, that wasn't Michael. It wasn't the man he knows. The one he's shared bits and pieces with; the one he's talked to after all the patrons had gone, leaving the bar in its sleepy, smokey haze. The Sin's eyes briefly flick over Michael's shoulder when he hears his wings brush along the floor. While this place is a second chance for many, it isn't always fair. And this - this isn't fair. It isn't fair, it isn't right, and maybe, just maybe, his teeth are grinding together a little harder than usual.]
[What was the point? What was the whole, fucking point?]
[He's brought back, though. When that hand clutches the front of his shirt like a confession. Michael is always so put together. He's always one step ahead of the game, he's always prepared. And that's what the last few weeks have done to him: they've robbed him. Stolen from him and swindled his constant state of perfection, leaving him and him alone to pick up the pieces.]
[Greed wraps his fingers around Michael's wrist, light and daring.] Tsk. You weren't really given much of a choice there, Blue Eyes. Whatever you were doing - that wasn't you, was it. You thought you were doing the right thing, and no matter what anyone said, it wasn't going to stop you. [He tries, as kindly as possible, to pry the man off his shirt. It isn't his usual. High-collared, thick, and black, it covers him as good as the 'Shield would on a better day.] So, knock it off. You can still fix it, but you won't be able to do anything in that state.
[And he knows because he's been in the same position before. There's no coming back from that, not entirely. The former homunculus watches the top of Michael's head. Words mean shit here. They won't turn back the clock, nor will they take away the blood on Michael's hands. That'll be something he'll have to bear and hold onto when he finally is well enough to face it head on.]
[So, the Sin does as he always does: he moves. Wrapping his arms around Michael, he sheds what remains of his jacket onto the floor, letting it flop to the tune of soaked fabric and steely buttons. Lifting one of his legs over the edge of the tub, he sinks his boot under the water, then the other.]
Purification. [He says as he sinks into the suds, the soap, and the grime that will surely follow.] That's what it is for things like me. [Greed's voice whispers from his mouth; its touch like a chill creeping on the air.] It's how good ol'Pops could control us. See Michael, it takes a lot to kill a homunculus. It's a whole lot easier to wipe them clean.
So, what you did - it wasn't your fault. All right? [The former homunculus sinks further, dragging the Archangel down with him. It's so the opposite of just a few weeks ago. Then, he'd been ready to sink his claws in, leave his reminder, and send the man back where he came from, if only to keep him and his safe. Ironic now, that he's sharing both a bathtub and another one of his secrets with him.]
[Maybe, that's why he keeps coming back: to them, to all of them, no matter how many times he does this song and dance.]
[Greed slides a wet hand through Michael's hair, silently sending in soap to replace the blood.]
[Greed doesn't push him away, but he continues unbuttoning his jacket. And as his claws tenderly pry the buttons loose, he lifts his upper lip with a snarl directed at nothing, nothing at all.] Shut up. Save your sorry for someone who needs it, huh?
[He's short, but it's not because of Michael. No, no matter what was said, no matter the blows they came to, that wasn't Michael. It wasn't the man he knows. The one he's shared bits and pieces with; the one he's talked to after all the patrons had gone, leaving the bar in its sleepy, smokey haze. The Sin's eyes briefly flick over Michael's shoulder when he hears his wings brush along the floor. While this place is a second chance for many, it isn't always fair. And this - this isn't fair. It isn't fair, it isn't right, and maybe, just maybe, his teeth are grinding together a little harder than usual.]
[What was the point? What was the whole, fucking point?]
[He's brought back, though. When that hand clutches the front of his shirt like a confession. Michael is always so put together. He's always one step ahead of the game, he's always prepared. And that's what the last few weeks have done to him: they've robbed him. Stolen from him and swindled his constant state of perfection, leaving him and him alone to pick up the pieces.]
[Greed wraps his fingers around Michael's wrist, light and daring.] Tsk. You weren't really given much of a choice there, Blue Eyes. Whatever you were doing - that wasn't you, was it. You thought you were doing the right thing, and no matter what anyone said, it wasn't going to stop you. [He tries, as kindly as possible, to pry the man off his shirt. It isn't his usual. High-collared, thick, and black, it covers him as good as the 'Shield would on a better day.] So, knock it off. You can still fix it, but you won't be able to do anything in that state.
[And he knows because he's been in the same position before. There's no coming back from that, not entirely. The former homunculus watches the top of Michael's head. Words mean shit here. They won't turn back the clock, nor will they take away the blood on Michael's hands. That'll be something he'll have to bear and hold onto when he finally is well enough to face it head on.]
[So, the Sin does as he always does: he moves. Wrapping his arms around Michael, he sheds what remains of his jacket onto the floor, letting it flop to the tune of soaked fabric and steely buttons. Lifting one of his legs over the edge of the tub, he sinks his boot under the water, then the other.]
Purification. [He says as he sinks into the suds, the soap, and the grime that will surely follow.] That's what it is for things like me. [Greed's voice whispers from his mouth; its touch like a chill creeping on the air.] It's how good ol'Pops could control us. See Michael, it takes a lot to kill a homunculus. It's a whole lot easier to wipe them clean.
So, what you did - it wasn't your fault. All right? [The former homunculus sinks further, dragging the Archangel down with him. It's so the opposite of just a few weeks ago. Then, he'd been ready to sink his claws in, leave his reminder, and send the man back where he came from, if only to keep him and his safe. Ironic now, that he's sharing both a bathtub and another one of his secrets with him.]
[Maybe, that's why he keeps coming back: to them, to all of them, no matter how many times he does this song and dance.]
[Greed slides a wet hand through Michael's hair, silently sending in soap to replace the blood.]
Please, just accept it.
[ this is someone he can actually apologize to, others weren’t nearly as fortunate to flee their encounters with him with their lives. even if he doesn’t want it, he needs him to at least fake it. ]
Until I find him again, I need someone to tell me everything is all right. Even if it’s a lie.
[ the tone is duly noted and, while it might not be directed at him, he wishes it was. being hated is so much simpler than looking into the face of someone who actually forgives him, it reminds him of what he nearly lost. this is why he keeps people at arms length, he is so damn tired of disappointing people, especially himself.
the way his wings hang over the edges of the tub is comical, or would be on any other day. now they just bow like wilted flowers that withered away after being unable to drink up the sun. this is the second time he has been told that he didn’t have a choice by the former homunculus, and it’s the second time that he has doubted him.
it doesn’t take much effort to pry his hand away and, when he does, it falls back by his side. normally this is the point where he would start arguing his case, but he does little more than give a stiff nod as he lets out an unsteady exhale to calm himself down. the tears were never going to last long, but the bitterness is still lingering. ]
[ quietly: ] You’ll ruin your boots.
[ he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t worry about stupid material things. plus, he pays enough attention to know he wears them often enough that they must be important. in his own mind, these injuries are nothing and will heal in due time, so the care he provides, while appreciated, isn’t something he’s entirely sure he needs.
still, the second the heat from the water hits him, he visibly relaxes. he hasn’t even started washing himself yet and the water is already taking on an orange tinge. he dips his hands into the water in an attempt to clean them off first but, even when they look clean, he can still feel the weight of the blood as if it still cakes his hands. ]
A fail safe, just in case he found himself incapable of controlling what he created. [ he begins to mouth the words I’m sorry when he recalls what he said earlier, so he stops himself short of giving the words life.
he won’t acknowledge that it wasn’t his fault, but he does put that part of his story to bed. ] I made a deal with Lucifer after I arrived here, saying I wouldn’t raise a hand to the Sinners.
[ and, despite not being in control of his actions, he broke the terms of that deal. maybe that’s why he is so exhausted. he has no right to fuss over how uncomfortable this makes him feel, not when he both attacked him and likely led him to relive a bad memory. but it’s only uncomfortable because no one has been there for him like this since Lucifer, the unfamiliarity of it all is a little overwhelming. ]
You don’t have to do this.
[ this is someone he can actually apologize to, others weren’t nearly as fortunate to flee their encounters with him with their lives. even if he doesn’t want it, he needs him to at least fake it. ]
Until I find him again, I need someone to tell me everything is all right. Even if it’s a lie.
[ the tone is duly noted and, while it might not be directed at him, he wishes it was. being hated is so much simpler than looking into the face of someone who actually forgives him, it reminds him of what he nearly lost. this is why he keeps people at arms length, he is so damn tired of disappointing people, especially himself.
the way his wings hang over the edges of the tub is comical, or would be on any other day. now they just bow like wilted flowers that withered away after being unable to drink up the sun. this is the second time he has been told that he didn’t have a choice by the former homunculus, and it’s the second time that he has doubted him.
it doesn’t take much effort to pry his hand away and, when he does, it falls back by his side. normally this is the point where he would start arguing his case, but he does little more than give a stiff nod as he lets out an unsteady exhale to calm himself down. the tears were never going to last long, but the bitterness is still lingering. ]
[ quietly: ] You’ll ruin your boots.
[ he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t worry about stupid material things. plus, he pays enough attention to know he wears them often enough that they must be important. in his own mind, these injuries are nothing and will heal in due time, so the care he provides, while appreciated, isn’t something he’s entirely sure he needs.
still, the second the heat from the water hits him, he visibly relaxes. he hasn’t even started washing himself yet and the water is already taking on an orange tinge. he dips his hands into the water in an attempt to clean them off first but, even when they look clean, he can still feel the weight of the blood as if it still cakes his hands. ]
A fail safe, just in case he found himself incapable of controlling what he created. [ he begins to mouth the words I’m sorry when he recalls what he said earlier, so he stops himself short of giving the words life.
he won’t acknowledge that it wasn’t his fault, but he does put that part of his story to bed. ] I made a deal with Lucifer after I arrived here, saying I wouldn’t raise a hand to the Sinners.
[ and, despite not being in control of his actions, he broke the terms of that deal. maybe that’s why he is so exhausted. he has no right to fuss over how uncomfortable this makes him feel, not when he both attacked him and likely led him to relive a bad memory. but it’s only uncomfortable because no one has been there for him like this since Lucifer, the unfamiliarity of it all is a little overwhelming. ]
You don’t have to do this.
[The Sin pulls his claws out of Michael's hair, careful of how sharp he truly he is. He can hear the water still running (rushing, warm, hot), but it's so far off, he almost forgets about it. Least, until the level nearly meets his throat. So, he snaps back to the present and reaches forward, cutting the stream to let it drip out its final drops.]
You know me, Michael. I couldn't lie even if I wanted to. [But that's a lie in of itself, isn't it? Because he has lied. Once when there were no other options and secondly (continuously) to himself. The Sin tentatively frames out one of Michael's wings with his fingers, distant and hovering.] Isn't that a thing about you and yours? Forgiveness? [Shadows grow under his eyes like ink in the water. They spread, heavy and dense; as if all his unspoken words have finally caught up with him.]
[Greed cups one of his hands under the water, catching a spoonful. If he knew anything about the bible and its stories, part of this would be terribly poetic in the worst sort of way. Thankfully, he's none the wiser.] Everyone makes mistakes, Michael. It's what you do after that matters. What, do you think the people here are gunna hold it against you? Just - [He cuts himself off with a growl. One that bristles, festers, between his ribs like the kick-on of an old, basement-bottom furnace.] - it's gunna be fine, all right? So stop it. I already told you once. You weren't given a choice. And if there's anything you should know about me, I've always been a fan of choice.
[Silently, the former homunculus tips his hand, spilling a bit of water over those battered, war-torn wings. He takes his time with it: the way he slowly tilts his wrist to not drown them completely, how he's oddly mindful of any feathers that look out of place or broken. The Sin follows the curve of the tub and as he sinks deeper, he stretches his legs, making the heels of his boots skip across porcelain.]
Spread 'em for me, would ya? It'll make this a whole lot easier. [Any other time, he would be barking orders. But here, he goes with an ask instead; with an ask, demanding and soft.] Just let me know if I'm doing something wrong, huh? I don't really know what they mean, but something tells me they've got some sort of value. [The wings, he means. Michael had kept Lucifer's feather for a reason, after all. There had to be more to them than just appearance.]
[While he waits for an answer, he continues. Handful after handful, he quietly brings the water up, sliding it across Michael's skin with a scent of cleanliness, ash, and something else harder to place. Greed thumbs the wound on Michael's arm, maneuvering about it as if it's made of shards of glass. When he finds his voice again, it's miles and miles away:] A fail safe, huh. Guess you could say that. Suppose you could also say I know a thing or two about - [He traces the roof of his mouth with his tongue and for the first time since it happened, he thinks he can feel the weight of Lucifer's sign.] - don't worry about it, it doesn't matter. Just keep it in mind. Whatever you're thinking about yourself. Do you really think it's fair? Do you think Lucifer or anyone else would think any of this was fair?
No. [The Sin snaps his teeth, cutting the humidity hanging about them with a violent, skull-rattling clck.] None of this was fair. So you made a deal, so what. A deal's only good if it's even. Equivalent exchange, right? You had the cards stacked against you the moment this place decided it had other ideas in mind.
[It would be so easy to feel how stiff he gets. How stiff and rigid and tense his muscles are, despite how the heat begs him to relax. Greed ushers another lick of water over Michael's arms, his shoulders, his neck. And maybe, he should be more careful. Maybe he should be thinking about just how much bullshit he's getting to. But he never does. He never does because his core will always scream at him for it:]
["Keep them. Keep them, hold them, and never, ever let go.".]
[The former homunculus hooks a finger under Michael's chin as he tries to turn his head to the side.] Yeah, but maybe I want to, Blue Eyes. I'm Greed, remember? My avarice knows no limits.
You know me, Michael. I couldn't lie even if I wanted to. [But that's a lie in of itself, isn't it? Because he has lied. Once when there were no other options and secondly (continuously) to himself. The Sin tentatively frames out one of Michael's wings with his fingers, distant and hovering.] Isn't that a thing about you and yours? Forgiveness? [Shadows grow under his eyes like ink in the water. They spread, heavy and dense; as if all his unspoken words have finally caught up with him.]
[Greed cups one of his hands under the water, catching a spoonful. If he knew anything about the bible and its stories, part of this would be terribly poetic in the worst sort of way. Thankfully, he's none the wiser.] Everyone makes mistakes, Michael. It's what you do after that matters. What, do you think the people here are gunna hold it against you? Just - [He cuts himself off with a growl. One that bristles, festers, between his ribs like the kick-on of an old, basement-bottom furnace.] - it's gunna be fine, all right? So stop it. I already told you once. You weren't given a choice. And if there's anything you should know about me, I've always been a fan of choice.
[Silently, the former homunculus tips his hand, spilling a bit of water over those battered, war-torn wings. He takes his time with it: the way he slowly tilts his wrist to not drown them completely, how he's oddly mindful of any feathers that look out of place or broken. The Sin follows the curve of the tub and as he sinks deeper, he stretches his legs, making the heels of his boots skip across porcelain.]
Spread 'em for me, would ya? It'll make this a whole lot easier. [Any other time, he would be barking orders. But here, he goes with an ask instead; with an ask, demanding and soft.] Just let me know if I'm doing something wrong, huh? I don't really know what they mean, but something tells me they've got some sort of value. [The wings, he means. Michael had kept Lucifer's feather for a reason, after all. There had to be more to them than just appearance.]
[While he waits for an answer, he continues. Handful after handful, he quietly brings the water up, sliding it across Michael's skin with a scent of cleanliness, ash, and something else harder to place. Greed thumbs the wound on Michael's arm, maneuvering about it as if it's made of shards of glass. When he finds his voice again, it's miles and miles away:] A fail safe, huh. Guess you could say that. Suppose you could also say I know a thing or two about - [He traces the roof of his mouth with his tongue and for the first time since it happened, he thinks he can feel the weight of Lucifer's sign.] - don't worry about it, it doesn't matter. Just keep it in mind. Whatever you're thinking about yourself. Do you really think it's fair? Do you think Lucifer or anyone else would think any of this was fair?
No. [The Sin snaps his teeth, cutting the humidity hanging about them with a violent, skull-rattling clck.] None of this was fair. So you made a deal, so what. A deal's only good if it's even. Equivalent exchange, right? You had the cards stacked against you the moment this place decided it had other ideas in mind.
[It would be so easy to feel how stiff he gets. How stiff and rigid and tense his muscles are, despite how the heat begs him to relax. Greed ushers another lick of water over Michael's arms, his shoulders, his neck. And maybe, he should be more careful. Maybe he should be thinking about just how much bullshit he's getting to. But he never does. He never does because his core will always scream at him for it:]
["Keep them. Keep them, hold them, and never, ever let go.".]
[The former homunculus hooks a finger under Michael's chin as he tries to turn his head to the side.] Yeah, but maybe I want to, Blue Eyes. I'm Greed, remember? My avarice knows no limits.
I know. [ then why did he ask? who knows. ]
Your mind is wandering, what are you thinking about?
[ talking helps, it keeps him grounded and focused on him rather than the thoughts he’s trying to escape. forgiveness can be granted but, while the sin of murder is grave, his faith is also wavering. he lets out a quiet sigh and shakes his head. ]
Murder is a mortal sin, Greed. He can and does forgive, and humans can still earn their salvation. I was created to love and guide them, to protect them if harm ever came their way. But when I’m the cause of that harm, I have failed them and Him. Were He here, the punishment would be severe. No one is immune to the Laws.
[ elaborating is unnecessary, as Greed knows another who was subjected to that judgment. Lucifer, who wanted nothing more than to encourage the humans and didn’t have an ounce of cruelty in his body, yet he was still given the worst punishment an angel can be sentenced to.
he considers the question for a moment then shakes his head. ] Murder isn’t simply a mistake, it leaves a blemish on the soul that one keeps with them forever. Even if he forgives me..
[ no, he doesn’t finish the sentence because it will send him down an endless spiral. having not expected the water so soon, his feathers promptly tremble and flick droplets of water into Greed’s face. it pulls an apologetic murmur out of Michael as he leans forward a fraction so he can comfortably stretch his wings out. he suffers from several false starts before getting the words out. ]
I wouldn’t know, Lucifer is the only other person I’ve allowed touch my wings. [ so he is putting a considerable amount of trust in him right now, encouraged by the late nights they’ve spent sharing stories. one tends to get to know someone fairly well through storytelling, more so when most of those stories aren’t happy tales. ] They’re likely as resilient as you are, you won’t hurt them — or me.
[ he hugs his knees to his chest and leans forward to make it easier for him to reach, as each wing is nearly as tall as he is when they are stretched out. he does help him out by folding whatever wing he is working on inward, so he can reach without stretching too far. there are already a few feathers sticking to the bathroom floor around them, but they were loose before he even hit the water. as usual, new ones will take their place in time. ]
Much like our Grace, it’s what differentiates us from humans. If I had to simplify it, I suppose I could call it our power. It can be stripped away and has been before. I imagine that’s why Lucifer took on demonic characteristics when he Fell.
[ one of his wings jerk under a stream of water, but he is quick to reassure him that he’s fine. it isn’t so much the water that got to him as much as the question. ] Unfair would be what was done to Lucifer all those years ago, I haven’t decided what this is. Only that it was cruel for everyone involved.
[ ready to drop as he may be, he does notice and begins to turn his face when he feels the finger under his chin. he gives him the best smile he can muster, eyes squinting a bit beneath the blonde strands that cling to his face. he lowers his voice, murmuring thoughtfully. ]
Then is this to be part of my penance? To be washed as if I’m a child without complaint? [ he tilts his face so he can look at him, once vibrant blue eyes now dull. try as he may to look jokingly petulant it may not come through, so he reaches out and hooks a finger around Greed’s — almost like a pinky promise. ]
Yes, I’m aware of how deep your avarice runs. You remind me on a daily basis.
Your mind is wandering, what are you thinking about?
[ talking helps, it keeps him grounded and focused on him rather than the thoughts he’s trying to escape. forgiveness can be granted but, while the sin of murder is grave, his faith is also wavering. he lets out a quiet sigh and shakes his head. ]
Murder is a mortal sin, Greed. He can and does forgive, and humans can still earn their salvation. I was created to love and guide them, to protect them if harm ever came their way. But when I’m the cause of that harm, I have failed them and Him. Were He here, the punishment would be severe. No one is immune to the Laws.
[ elaborating is unnecessary, as Greed knows another who was subjected to that judgment. Lucifer, who wanted nothing more than to encourage the humans and didn’t have an ounce of cruelty in his body, yet he was still given the worst punishment an angel can be sentenced to.
he considers the question for a moment then shakes his head. ] Murder isn’t simply a mistake, it leaves a blemish on the soul that one keeps with them forever. Even if he forgives me..
[ no, he doesn’t finish the sentence because it will send him down an endless spiral. having not expected the water so soon, his feathers promptly tremble and flick droplets of water into Greed’s face. it pulls an apologetic murmur out of Michael as he leans forward a fraction so he can comfortably stretch his wings out. he suffers from several false starts before getting the words out. ]
I wouldn’t know, Lucifer is the only other person I’ve allowed touch my wings. [ so he is putting a considerable amount of trust in him right now, encouraged by the late nights they’ve spent sharing stories. one tends to get to know someone fairly well through storytelling, more so when most of those stories aren’t happy tales. ] They’re likely as resilient as you are, you won’t hurt them — or me.
[ he hugs his knees to his chest and leans forward to make it easier for him to reach, as each wing is nearly as tall as he is when they are stretched out. he does help him out by folding whatever wing he is working on inward, so he can reach without stretching too far. there are already a few feathers sticking to the bathroom floor around them, but they were loose before he even hit the water. as usual, new ones will take their place in time. ]
Much like our Grace, it’s what differentiates us from humans. If I had to simplify it, I suppose I could call it our power. It can be stripped away and has been before. I imagine that’s why Lucifer took on demonic characteristics when he Fell.
[ one of his wings jerk under a stream of water, but he is quick to reassure him that he’s fine. it isn’t so much the water that got to him as much as the question. ] Unfair would be what was done to Lucifer all those years ago, I haven’t decided what this is. Only that it was cruel for everyone involved.
[ ready to drop as he may be, he does notice and begins to turn his face when he feels the finger under his chin. he gives him the best smile he can muster, eyes squinting a bit beneath the blonde strands that cling to his face. he lowers his voice, murmuring thoughtfully. ]
Then is this to be part of my penance? To be washed as if I’m a child without complaint? [ he tilts his face so he can look at him, once vibrant blue eyes now dull. try as he may to look jokingly petulant it may not come through, so he reaches out and hooks a finger around Greed’s — almost like a pinky promise. ]
Yes, I’m aware of how deep your avarice runs. You remind me on a daily basis.
[Funny, he never thought he'd be here. He'd never thought they'd be here. And given just who and what Michael is, they shouldn't be. But that's the thing about this afterlife, isn't it? It makes for odd bed fellows. Months ago, he would have laughed at the thought. An Archangel and a Sin (one artificial and not from any Hell at all), trying to recover in the aftermath.]
[But he's not laughing. No, because this really shouldn't have happened. And if he's adding this whole thing to his growing stack of dues someone is going to pay for, well. So be it.]
[Greed thumbs a couple of feathers, churning up bubbles.] Nothing that matters now. I made my choices already. [While his eyes may be narrowed (narrowed and twitching with that thing that's almost wrath, but not quite), the former homunculus forces a faint smile onto his face.] And I think we've already been there, haven't we? No regrets, Blue Eyes.
[He knows murder isn't a mistake. He knows it's more than that. But Michael's hand had been forced, and that doesn't sit well with him. It never sits well with him. And as the Sin washes more of the blood away, stirring the water to a sad, faint pink, he prods listlessly at his gums.] And if he knew you weren't in control? If he knew that it wasn't you? [He shows his teeth, if only briefly.] If he can't take that into consideration, then his laws are just as bullshit as the rest.
[He uses two hands this time to wash out Michael's hair while a third searches for a bottle of shampoo. When he finds it, his claws clip the plastic as light as a spider feeling its web.] There's no such thing as no such thing. Maybe keep that in mind when you get that stupid idea in your head that you should be punished for something that wasn't your fault. Now, close your eyes for a second. [Now, now, he's barking orders. Greed fills his hand with a glob of shampoo (messy and not giving a single shit about it) and ruffles it through Michael's hair.]
[Lucifer's story has only come to him in pieces, and he's had to fill in the blanks from there. Any part containing Michael and their particularly close bond has been vague at best. But part of him knows it: this is family. And if there's one thing the devil loves, truly loves, it would be them, wouldn't it?]
[So, he takes care and respect into consideration. Lucifer's been kind to his. It would only be fair to return the favor.] Yeah, well. I'm new to this, all right? Wouldn't want to offend or something - [He tries his best to break the ice with a cruel smile.] - besides, if someone suddenly comes in here, I don't think either of us want them getting the wrong idea, hmn?
[Feather after feather, he's meticulous while he works. And perhaps, that's thanks to his given sin. He's avarice. Avarice knows worth. Avarice knows value. Even the ones on the ground (sopped and shed), he'll collect later and hand on over. He can't own pieces of Michael, just as much as he can't own pieces of Lucifer. They're beyond him. And that is something he is very, very much aware of.]
[With a free hand, Greed squeezes the soap from Michael's hair, grabs more water, then continues the rinse and repeat process.] Like our Philosopher's stones, I suppose. We're built the same as humans for the most part. [Except they're artificial. Things made to last through the centuries, but completely against nature and its law in every sense of the word. The former homunculus wipes his face in the crook of one of his elbows. If he's offended about being splashed with water, he doesn't show it. More important things, right?]
Because he said no. It's something we have in common. [Sort of. He didn't go through a change like that, not really. No instead, he was offered into a different body. One that willingly took him. The Sin blows at the corner of his mouth, sending a fluff of soap away from his lip.] You're right, what happened to Luce wasn't fair. But that doesn't make what happened to you any less. That's not how it works.
[Ah, and here it comes: that rattling tail. Even under the water, the buzz of it is telling. It makes the surface ripple. Light at first, then full on shakes, like a pond in the midst of an earthquake's tremor. Greed dumps more water over Michael's head, a little less patient this time around.] It was bullshit, Michael. You never should have - [The wrinkles around his nose grow tenfold and he almost, almost, shows off his tusks.] - it never should have happened. That's it.
[And he's thankful, really, that Michael isn't going to fight him right now. Because as he tilts the man's chin, he inspects him for any additional damage as thoroughly as an accountant at an audit.] Ha, no. You're just dealing with me, hmn? And you already know, I can be a real pain in the ass.
[In that moment, his expression is almost kind. Kind and caring, as if he isn't really a monster. The softness reaches his eyes, making them close halfway in the bathroom's gentle light. And as Michael's finger hooks around his, the Sin mindlessly squeezes back. Like a deal, silently made.]
Mn. Don't know, Blues. Sometimes I think you forget who you're talking to. [The water underneath him is thick. Blood, dirt, the awfulness of yesterdays: eventually, they'll all go down the drain as they always do. And as he begins to push out the rest of the soap with warm water and steam, the former homunculus shrugs his shoulders, dropping that silent weight.]
You can make it up to me after. Call it my gift to you.
[But he's not laughing. No, because this really shouldn't have happened. And if he's adding this whole thing to his growing stack of dues someone is going to pay for, well. So be it.]
[Greed thumbs a couple of feathers, churning up bubbles.] Nothing that matters now. I made my choices already. [While his eyes may be narrowed (narrowed and twitching with that thing that's almost wrath, but not quite), the former homunculus forces a faint smile onto his face.] And I think we've already been there, haven't we? No regrets, Blue Eyes.
[He knows murder isn't a mistake. He knows it's more than that. But Michael's hand had been forced, and that doesn't sit well with him. It never sits well with him. And as the Sin washes more of the blood away, stirring the water to a sad, faint pink, he prods listlessly at his gums.] And if he knew you weren't in control? If he knew that it wasn't you? [He shows his teeth, if only briefly.] If he can't take that into consideration, then his laws are just as bullshit as the rest.
[He uses two hands this time to wash out Michael's hair while a third searches for a bottle of shampoo. When he finds it, his claws clip the plastic as light as a spider feeling its web.] There's no such thing as no such thing. Maybe keep that in mind when you get that stupid idea in your head that you should be punished for something that wasn't your fault. Now, close your eyes for a second. [Now, now, he's barking orders. Greed fills his hand with a glob of shampoo (messy and not giving a single shit about it) and ruffles it through Michael's hair.]
[Lucifer's story has only come to him in pieces, and he's had to fill in the blanks from there. Any part containing Michael and their particularly close bond has been vague at best. But part of him knows it: this is family. And if there's one thing the devil loves, truly loves, it would be them, wouldn't it?]
[So, he takes care and respect into consideration. Lucifer's been kind to his. It would only be fair to return the favor.] Yeah, well. I'm new to this, all right? Wouldn't want to offend or something - [He tries his best to break the ice with a cruel smile.] - besides, if someone suddenly comes in here, I don't think either of us want them getting the wrong idea, hmn?
[Feather after feather, he's meticulous while he works. And perhaps, that's thanks to his given sin. He's avarice. Avarice knows worth. Avarice knows value. Even the ones on the ground (sopped and shed), he'll collect later and hand on over. He can't own pieces of Michael, just as much as he can't own pieces of Lucifer. They're beyond him. And that is something he is very, very much aware of.]
[With a free hand, Greed squeezes the soap from Michael's hair, grabs more water, then continues the rinse and repeat process.] Like our Philosopher's stones, I suppose. We're built the same as humans for the most part. [Except they're artificial. Things made to last through the centuries, but completely against nature and its law in every sense of the word. The former homunculus wipes his face in the crook of one of his elbows. If he's offended about being splashed with water, he doesn't show it. More important things, right?]
Because he said no. It's something we have in common. [Sort of. He didn't go through a change like that, not really. No instead, he was offered into a different body. One that willingly took him. The Sin blows at the corner of his mouth, sending a fluff of soap away from his lip.] You're right, what happened to Luce wasn't fair. But that doesn't make what happened to you any less. That's not how it works.
[Ah, and here it comes: that rattling tail. Even under the water, the buzz of it is telling. It makes the surface ripple. Light at first, then full on shakes, like a pond in the midst of an earthquake's tremor. Greed dumps more water over Michael's head, a little less patient this time around.] It was bullshit, Michael. You never should have - [The wrinkles around his nose grow tenfold and he almost, almost, shows off his tusks.] - it never should have happened. That's it.
[And he's thankful, really, that Michael isn't going to fight him right now. Because as he tilts the man's chin, he inspects him for any additional damage as thoroughly as an accountant at an audit.] Ha, no. You're just dealing with me, hmn? And you already know, I can be a real pain in the ass.
[In that moment, his expression is almost kind. Kind and caring, as if he isn't really a monster. The softness reaches his eyes, making them close halfway in the bathroom's gentle light. And as Michael's finger hooks around his, the Sin mindlessly squeezes back. Like a deal, silently made.]
Mn. Don't know, Blues. Sometimes I think you forget who you're talking to. [The water underneath him is thick. Blood, dirt, the awfulness of yesterdays: eventually, they'll all go down the drain as they always do. And as he begins to push out the rest of the soap with warm water and steam, the former homunculus shrugs his shoulders, dropping that silent weight.]
You can make it up to me after. Call it my gift to you.
It matters to me. Perhaps now isn’t the time for another story, I suppose. I’m not sure I would make it until the end. A rain check, then.
[ he has made no secret of the fact that he enjoys their chats, after all. they are something to look forward to when something about this place threatens to put a dent in his composure. ]
I imagine He would be surprised, as I’m always in control. Anywhere else but here, I wouldn’t have had any trouble disregarding the voice that told me to act. It may lessen the blow, but there would be a punishment nonetheless, as it was still my hand.
The feathers are sensitive but, as I said, you won’t hurt me. The fact that I’m allowing you to touch them should clue you in that I’m not offended. It isn’t offensive, just strange and unfamiliar.
[ he obliges, closing his eyes. if someone had asked him before his arrival if he would be sitting in a bathtub with a literal sin, he would have thought they were mad — but here they are. Michael is far too cautious to let his guard down normally, but he trusts him, which is why he never tenses up and awaits what is to come quietly.
at the second half, he snorts. ]
If that happened, I would simply correct them. You found me in an unpleasant state and offered to help me, your intent is clear. I’m not foolish enough to turn away help when I’m in need of it. [ embarrassingly enough, he could fall asleep right here and now and think nothing of it later. this is the first time he’s felt any semblance of peace in weeks. ]
What a stubborn pair of creatures we are, neither one actually having a heart but we often care more than those who do have one. I suppose that’s both a blessing and a curse of an eternal existence. Oftentimes, I find myself wondering what it must feel like to have a finite lifespan. Do they care more deeply knowing it’s fleeting?
To pack all one can experience into sixty years seems cruel. There are those who squander their time but others seize it and make the most out of the days they have left. The fact that they treasure it, life, more is.. beautiful, I think. Beautiful and heartbreaking all at once.
[ envious is a harsh word, but it’s hard to recall the wonder he felt when he was first created and saw things for the very first time. he remembers brief snippets, like chasing Lucifer around, meeting the new animals and being there for the siblings that came after them. the thoughts are enough to pull a small, thoughtful smile out of him and he doesn’t open his eyes even when his hair is rinsed.
rather than argue with him, he lets go of his knees and twists his torso so he can look over his shoulder at him. the look on his face starts out surprised but quickly softens. ]
But it did, and I’ll replay the moment in my mind until the end of my days, wondering what I could have done differently. I don’t hate Him for what He did, I was a coward back then and unwilling to displease Him. The memory is painful but it taught me a valuable lesson, to always listen to that nagging sense of doubt when it comes calling.
[ oh, he sees that look, so he shakes his head to dismiss any lingering worry. ] To say the very least. Everything else is healing. My arm is the only casualty, I’m not accustomed to reaching my limit. After I sleep, it should start to heal again.
[ another first, seeing a demon of his caliber with such a peaceful look on his face. Michael finds himself staring, committing it to memory, before facing forward again with a quiet chuckle. ]
Are you going to tell me what you want, or am I supposed to guess?
[ he has made no secret of the fact that he enjoys their chats, after all. they are something to look forward to when something about this place threatens to put a dent in his composure. ]
I imagine He would be surprised, as I’m always in control. Anywhere else but here, I wouldn’t have had any trouble disregarding the voice that told me to act. It may lessen the blow, but there would be a punishment nonetheless, as it was still my hand.
The feathers are sensitive but, as I said, you won’t hurt me. The fact that I’m allowing you to touch them should clue you in that I’m not offended. It isn’t offensive, just strange and unfamiliar.
[ he obliges, closing his eyes. if someone had asked him before his arrival if he would be sitting in a bathtub with a literal sin, he would have thought they were mad — but here they are. Michael is far too cautious to let his guard down normally, but he trusts him, which is why he never tenses up and awaits what is to come quietly.
at the second half, he snorts. ]
If that happened, I would simply correct them. You found me in an unpleasant state and offered to help me, your intent is clear. I’m not foolish enough to turn away help when I’m in need of it. [ embarrassingly enough, he could fall asleep right here and now and think nothing of it later. this is the first time he’s felt any semblance of peace in weeks. ]
What a stubborn pair of creatures we are, neither one actually having a heart but we often care more than those who do have one. I suppose that’s both a blessing and a curse of an eternal existence. Oftentimes, I find myself wondering what it must feel like to have a finite lifespan. Do they care more deeply knowing it’s fleeting?
To pack all one can experience into sixty years seems cruel. There are those who squander their time but others seize it and make the most out of the days they have left. The fact that they treasure it, life, more is.. beautiful, I think. Beautiful and heartbreaking all at once.
[ envious is a harsh word, but it’s hard to recall the wonder he felt when he was first created and saw things for the very first time. he remembers brief snippets, like chasing Lucifer around, meeting the new animals and being there for the siblings that came after them. the thoughts are enough to pull a small, thoughtful smile out of him and he doesn’t open his eyes even when his hair is rinsed.
rather than argue with him, he lets go of his knees and twists his torso so he can look over his shoulder at him. the look on his face starts out surprised but quickly softens. ]
But it did, and I’ll replay the moment in my mind until the end of my days, wondering what I could have done differently. I don’t hate Him for what He did, I was a coward back then and unwilling to displease Him. The memory is painful but it taught me a valuable lesson, to always listen to that nagging sense of doubt when it comes calling.
[ oh, he sees that look, so he shakes his head to dismiss any lingering worry. ] To say the very least. Everything else is healing. My arm is the only casualty, I’m not accustomed to reaching my limit. After I sleep, it should start to heal again.
[ another first, seeing a demon of his caliber with such a peaceful look on his face. Michael finds himself staring, committing it to memory, before facing forward again with a quiet chuckle. ]
Are you going to tell me what you want, or am I supposed to guess?
[Greed looks beyond Michael, then. His eyes skate the bathroom tiles, black as they are, and the smile that creeps up his face is an old one. He doesn't know 10,000 years or more, but he does know 200. Knows 200 and when the number finally stopped.]
["You don't need me anymore, kid."]
[The Sin spreads his fingers, running them through Michael's hair to tease out any knots.] Yeah, thing is - [His eyes shift, turning back to the angel before him with the tenderness of a viper that means no harm.] - it won't do much good. What's happened happened. Can't really change it, hmn? [He coils his knuckles around a stubborn tangle to slowly unwind it.] Some things are better left unsaid. Secrets, Blue Eyes. Sometimes, they're worth it. But this one? [He puckers his lip with a light hum.] Let's just say it's a whole lot more trouble than ya need, and we'll leave it at that.
Mn. [The former homunculus lets his hand drop out of Michael's hair, wet and slippery.] But this place isn't yours, is it? So, why should you be held to something that never belonged to you in the first place? That's the thing. Nothing's impossible. You might always be in control back where you come from, but here? Well. [His upper lip twitches, leveling between anger and acceptance. And he's already said it, hasn't he? What's happened happened. Three days from now, whoever Michael's killed will be back again. Whether they're angry, bitter, or forgiving is the bigger question.]
[But that's not today. That's not tomorrow. And so, the former homunculus settles on the present.]
[Greed huffs a sound through his nose. Sometimes, he wonders if he got the better part of the bargain. Lucifer and Michael may outlast and outstand him by years, but he managed to get his freedom, didn't he? He was able to leave. Leave, experience, and take as time went on. No duty shackled him and no rules applied. Only the ones he made. The ones he made and continues to do so even here.]
You really are that, aren't you? Pure or whatever. But don't get the wrong idea. [He sinks his hand, wets it, then runs it across another one of Michael's wings, letting the water slip like silk off the cool-black of his skin.] You talk about me caring like it's the same. And I'm here to tell you again that it isn't. It isn't a blessing or a curse, Michael. Sometimes it just is, just as I'm me. Hierarchy, right? Everyone's got this whole idea that greed is just for money and power -
[Dreamily, the Sin traces one of Michael's feathers with his thumb; his touch as delicate as someone admiring a piece, a trinket, unique in design.] - for sex, status, glory. But then, what about wanting to bring someone back from the dead? What about saving someone you love? About getting out of a bad situation? Deny it all you want, but all of that is still greed.
Humans, even your kind, think there's a right and wrong to wanting. There isn't. Not to me. [There are rules, sure. Certain rules only him and him alone will ever know. But desire? Desire doesn't come in black and white, nor does it balance on a scale. No instead, it lives in the comfortable gray; where choice, decision, and the ability for both are all that matter.]
[Greed shimmies his claw through the mangled tufts of a feather, smoothing it straight again.] I can't really say you're wrong about that. Because you're right, it isn't fair. They weren't given the option. So, why should you or any of us hold them to the same standards? [He shifts his weight and the water beneath them sloshes lonely along the edges of the tub.] Everyone wants something, Michael. Things, people, experiences. Maybe, that's the beauty you're looking for. Think about it. Might find out it's not so complicated.
[Once the last of the soap is gone and the water comes back clear, the former homunculus wraps himself around Michael again. It takes some effort (what with the tub as slick as it is and Michael's wingspan practically eating up half the room), but eventually he gets to a stand. And as a flood spews out of them, the Sin guides one of his legs over the side of the tub, forcing it to the floor with a soggy, wet-leather squshh.] Knock that off, that coward talk. You didn't know what you were up against. You had no idea what would happen. Take the lesson instead, Blues. The rest of it doesn't suit ya.
[Oh yeah, he does not give a shit he's addressing Michael that way. He's never given a shit. Authority, high-powers: he'll bite and snap at them all the same.]
[Greed reaches out with a spare hand, grabbing two black towels off a hanger.] Then I guess you're staying here for the night, aren't you? [He asks fully aware and already knowing the answer. Michael can protest all he wants: he's all but made the decision for him.]
[So, with an expression overly exasperated, dramatic, and a bit sarcastic, the Sin tries to drop a towel over Michael's head as he makes his way from the bathtub.] Oh, ho. Getting cheeky with me now? You should know better.
[He walks through the bathroom, heels squishing, boots squeaking, with a trail of water growing behind him so bloated and drenched, it would make most men wince.] I want everything, hmn? But for now - [The length of his tail is the last thing that slips out of the tub and as it goes, the barbs of it quietly (secretly) catch the stopper by its chain. One pull, and the woes of hours ago slowly begin disappear. Where? Only Truth knows. And maybe, it's better that way.]
[Greed flicks his tail, expanding the spines at the tip with a metallic twng of steel.] - try living for once. You and that brother of yours have this habit, this stupid fucking idea, that you don't deserve it. So, we're gunna do things my way. [He snidely sucks on a tooth.] See, I can't stand when people deny themselves, Michael. Doesn't sit well with me. There's no point. From now on, you're gunna start living. Really living. That's the deal.
[A heat, like a warm furnace, like an unknown something, reaches up to his throat. It isn't burning like before. No, there's no viciousness to speak of. Quite the opposite, in fact. It's welcoming. Welcoming in that way a fireplace is when the whole world's gone cold, cold, cold. Greed tilts his head and as all the jewels around his neck shift wet against his chest, he shows his teeth to Michael; sharp, slivering, and beckoning all the same.]
But first thing's first - let's get you dried off.
["You don't need me anymore, kid."]
[The Sin spreads his fingers, running them through Michael's hair to tease out any knots.] Yeah, thing is - [His eyes shift, turning back to the angel before him with the tenderness of a viper that means no harm.] - it won't do much good. What's happened happened. Can't really change it, hmn? [He coils his knuckles around a stubborn tangle to slowly unwind it.] Some things are better left unsaid. Secrets, Blue Eyes. Sometimes, they're worth it. But this one? [He puckers his lip with a light hum.] Let's just say it's a whole lot more trouble than ya need, and we'll leave it at that.
Mn. [The former homunculus lets his hand drop out of Michael's hair, wet and slippery.] But this place isn't yours, is it? So, why should you be held to something that never belonged to you in the first place? That's the thing. Nothing's impossible. You might always be in control back where you come from, but here? Well. [His upper lip twitches, leveling between anger and acceptance. And he's already said it, hasn't he? What's happened happened. Three days from now, whoever Michael's killed will be back again. Whether they're angry, bitter, or forgiving is the bigger question.]
[But that's not today. That's not tomorrow. And so, the former homunculus settles on the present.]
[Greed huffs a sound through his nose. Sometimes, he wonders if he got the better part of the bargain. Lucifer and Michael may outlast and outstand him by years, but he managed to get his freedom, didn't he? He was able to leave. Leave, experience, and take as time went on. No duty shackled him and no rules applied. Only the ones he made. The ones he made and continues to do so even here.]
You really are that, aren't you? Pure or whatever. But don't get the wrong idea. [He sinks his hand, wets it, then runs it across another one of Michael's wings, letting the water slip like silk off the cool-black of his skin.] You talk about me caring like it's the same. And I'm here to tell you again that it isn't. It isn't a blessing or a curse, Michael. Sometimes it just is, just as I'm me. Hierarchy, right? Everyone's got this whole idea that greed is just for money and power -
[Dreamily, the Sin traces one of Michael's feathers with his thumb; his touch as delicate as someone admiring a piece, a trinket, unique in design.] - for sex, status, glory. But then, what about wanting to bring someone back from the dead? What about saving someone you love? About getting out of a bad situation? Deny it all you want, but all of that is still greed.
Humans, even your kind, think there's a right and wrong to wanting. There isn't. Not to me. [There are rules, sure. Certain rules only him and him alone will ever know. But desire? Desire doesn't come in black and white, nor does it balance on a scale. No instead, it lives in the comfortable gray; where choice, decision, and the ability for both are all that matter.]
[Greed shimmies his claw through the mangled tufts of a feather, smoothing it straight again.] I can't really say you're wrong about that. Because you're right, it isn't fair. They weren't given the option. So, why should you or any of us hold them to the same standards? [He shifts his weight and the water beneath them sloshes lonely along the edges of the tub.] Everyone wants something, Michael. Things, people, experiences. Maybe, that's the beauty you're looking for. Think about it. Might find out it's not so complicated.
[Once the last of the soap is gone and the water comes back clear, the former homunculus wraps himself around Michael again. It takes some effort (what with the tub as slick as it is and Michael's wingspan practically eating up half the room), but eventually he gets to a stand. And as a flood spews out of them, the Sin guides one of his legs over the side of the tub, forcing it to the floor with a soggy, wet-leather squshh.] Knock that off, that coward talk. You didn't know what you were up against. You had no idea what would happen. Take the lesson instead, Blues. The rest of it doesn't suit ya.
[Oh yeah, he does not give a shit he's addressing Michael that way. He's never given a shit. Authority, high-powers: he'll bite and snap at them all the same.]
[Greed reaches out with a spare hand, grabbing two black towels off a hanger.] Then I guess you're staying here for the night, aren't you? [He asks fully aware and already knowing the answer. Michael can protest all he wants: he's all but made the decision for him.]
[So, with an expression overly exasperated, dramatic, and a bit sarcastic, the Sin tries to drop a towel over Michael's head as he makes his way from the bathtub.] Oh, ho. Getting cheeky with me now? You should know better.
[He walks through the bathroom, heels squishing, boots squeaking, with a trail of water growing behind him so bloated and drenched, it would make most men wince.] I want everything, hmn? But for now - [The length of his tail is the last thing that slips out of the tub and as it goes, the barbs of it quietly (secretly) catch the stopper by its chain. One pull, and the woes of hours ago slowly begin disappear. Where? Only Truth knows. And maybe, it's better that way.]
[Greed flicks his tail, expanding the spines at the tip with a metallic twng of steel.] - try living for once. You and that brother of yours have this habit, this stupid fucking idea, that you don't deserve it. So, we're gunna do things my way. [He snidely sucks on a tooth.] See, I can't stand when people deny themselves, Michael. Doesn't sit well with me. There's no point. From now on, you're gunna start living. Really living. That's the deal.
[A heat, like a warm furnace, like an unknown something, reaches up to his throat. It isn't burning like before. No, there's no viciousness to speak of. Quite the opposite, in fact. It's welcoming. Welcoming in that way a fireplace is when the whole world's gone cold, cold, cold. Greed tilts his head and as all the jewels around his neck shift wet against his chest, he shows his teeth to Michael; sharp, slivering, and beckoning all the same.]
But first thing's first - let's get you dried off.
[ thankfully he is facing forward again, because he makes a face when Greed starts trying to detangle his hair. still, it brings back memories of him doing the same thing for Lucifer, earning a laugh that he cuts short. ]
Yes, you’re entitled to your secrets, forget that I attempted to pry. I just.. I’m not accustomed to this, any of this. I suppose that’s the reason I ask you as many questions I do, because I want to understand.
[ he closes his eyes, unknowingly leaning against those claws like a feline would not a good scratch. once he catches himself, he straightens up and hums to himself, taking the time to gather his thoughts before continuing. ]
Because something Lucifer said has been bothering me, I don’t think there will ever be a time I don’t think about it. God is omniscient, meaning He created and nurtured our gifts only to turn me against my brother because he knew I would obey His Word. If that’s the case, then I have never been in control. If I was a pawn this entire time, then what is my purpose?
It should be reassuring, making my own decisions, but the magnitude of that truth is.. something else. [ ah, he mentally latches onto the question of his purity, though he sounds mildly perplexed. ] I would not be an angel without it, did you think I was otherwise? My views have started to become various shades of gray, but my virtue is intact.
Can you blame me, when the only other representation of Greed I have known is Mammon? I know that it’s unfair to compare the two of you, there is no contest there. But my views have been black and white for so long that I’m having a difficult time adjusting. In time, I know my doubt will fade.
[ Michael’s chin finds the top of his knees again and the wing Greed is fussing with twitches. shortly after, his shoulders sag, the only visible cue that the ministrations are welcome. ] No, I won’t deny it, a want is a want. But when you find you have to remind me often, remember that we — Lucifer and I — were taught that Sins were evil deeds, like telling a child a cautionary bedtime story to keep them from acting recklessly.
You’ve shown me that there is more to it than that, and I am willing to learn. No one can say whether what we learn here returns home with us, but I hope this part does. If I encompass the gray areas into my Judgment, maybe it will not be so devastating to families. Some people sin because it’s unavoidable, it should be taken into consideration.
[ he doesn’t look back at him because he expects to see his usual lazy, shit-eating grin on his face and he is too tired to deal with it. when he speaks up again, his voice is too soft. ] I thought I knew what I wanted in this eternal life, but I’ve found myself with more questions than answers. How do you befriend them, Greed? Knowing that their lifespans are stunted, that they may go to a place that you will never see them again. I suppose what I’m asking is: is the pain of losing them worth the pain of only having them in your life for a short time?
[ he isn’t even speaking solely of their respective homes now. someone he has grown to respect could disappear tomorrow and he would never know their fate. in his own world, he would at least able to say farewell — or they would meet again in Heaven. the variables here are ever-changing, there are no guarantees.
he is learning though, as he doesn’t try to argue with him about his perceived cowardice. ]
If I protest, would you even listen? [ he tests his fingers and toes, finding his limbs are less sore than they were before the bath, something he is more than thankful for. it means he could probably leave and make it back to heaven in one piece, but he only nods lamely when Greed inquires about it.
he goes about patting himself dry with the towel, saving his hair for last. he avoids the injured arm as best he can, thankful to find he hasn’t lost any function in it. without the rest of the grime, a distinct set of bite marks can be found near his shoulder and ending closer to his elbow. the wound is jagged, he likely would have lost the arm had he not been a capable fighter. ]
I haven’t begun to get cheeky, you are simply a difficult man to read. Even with my power, giving you everything isn’t achievable right now. [ look at this little angel doing his homework, he doesn’t say it’s impossible this time. ] But I can, and will, attempt to honor that. Living, I mean.
[ he draws the towel up and starts on his hair, whipping it up into a fashion that screams less heaven’s bulldog and more the family cockatiel. when he looks up at him again, his bangs have flooded his eyes. ]
While you’re drying off, I will clean up the feathers. It’s the least I can do for you helping me.
Yes, you’re entitled to your secrets, forget that I attempted to pry. I just.. I’m not accustomed to this, any of this. I suppose that’s the reason I ask you as many questions I do, because I want to understand.
[ he closes his eyes, unknowingly leaning against those claws like a feline would not a good scratch. once he catches himself, he straightens up and hums to himself, taking the time to gather his thoughts before continuing. ]
Because something Lucifer said has been bothering me, I don’t think there will ever be a time I don’t think about it. God is omniscient, meaning He created and nurtured our gifts only to turn me against my brother because he knew I would obey His Word. If that’s the case, then I have never been in control. If I was a pawn this entire time, then what is my purpose?
It should be reassuring, making my own decisions, but the magnitude of that truth is.. something else. [ ah, he mentally latches onto the question of his purity, though he sounds mildly perplexed. ] I would not be an angel without it, did you think I was otherwise? My views have started to become various shades of gray, but my virtue is intact.
Can you blame me, when the only other representation of Greed I have known is Mammon? I know that it’s unfair to compare the two of you, there is no contest there. But my views have been black and white for so long that I’m having a difficult time adjusting. In time, I know my doubt will fade.
[ Michael’s chin finds the top of his knees again and the wing Greed is fussing with twitches. shortly after, his shoulders sag, the only visible cue that the ministrations are welcome. ] No, I won’t deny it, a want is a want. But when you find you have to remind me often, remember that we — Lucifer and I — were taught that Sins were evil deeds, like telling a child a cautionary bedtime story to keep them from acting recklessly.
You’ve shown me that there is more to it than that, and I am willing to learn. No one can say whether what we learn here returns home with us, but I hope this part does. If I encompass the gray areas into my Judgment, maybe it will not be so devastating to families. Some people sin because it’s unavoidable, it should be taken into consideration.
[ he doesn’t look back at him because he expects to see his usual lazy, shit-eating grin on his face and he is too tired to deal with it. when he speaks up again, his voice is too soft. ] I thought I knew what I wanted in this eternal life, but I’ve found myself with more questions than answers. How do you befriend them, Greed? Knowing that their lifespans are stunted, that they may go to a place that you will never see them again. I suppose what I’m asking is: is the pain of losing them worth the pain of only having them in your life for a short time?
[ he isn’t even speaking solely of their respective homes now. someone he has grown to respect could disappear tomorrow and he would never know their fate. in his own world, he would at least able to say farewell — or they would meet again in Heaven. the variables here are ever-changing, there are no guarantees.
he is learning though, as he doesn’t try to argue with him about his perceived cowardice. ]
If I protest, would you even listen? [ he tests his fingers and toes, finding his limbs are less sore than they were before the bath, something he is more than thankful for. it means he could probably leave and make it back to heaven in one piece, but he only nods lamely when Greed inquires about it.
he goes about patting himself dry with the towel, saving his hair for last. he avoids the injured arm as best he can, thankful to find he hasn’t lost any function in it. without the rest of the grime, a distinct set of bite marks can be found near his shoulder and ending closer to his elbow. the wound is jagged, he likely would have lost the arm had he not been a capable fighter. ]
I haven’t begun to get cheeky, you are simply a difficult man to read. Even with my power, giving you everything isn’t achievable right now. [ look at this little angel doing his homework, he doesn’t say it’s impossible this time. ] But I can, and will, attempt to honor that. Living, I mean.
[ he draws the towel up and starts on his hair, whipping it up into a fashion that screams less heaven’s bulldog and more the family cockatiel. when he looks up at him again, his bangs have flooded his eyes. ]
While you’re drying off, I will clean up the feathers. It’s the least I can do for you helping me.
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[He hasn't forgotten who he's talking to. And while he knows Michael can handle it, that it wouldn't break him, there's still that hesitation. That hesitation to guard, to shield away things better left unsaid. So, he goes with the vague. Because he's comfortable with the vague. And as he watches Michael find his footing against the wet tile, the Sin mindlessly toes off his boots.]
Eh, don't worry about it so much, all right? Wouldn't expect ya not to ask. Information's worth a lot, Blue Eyes. Can't really blame you for wanting to know, otherwise I'd be a bit of a hypocrite. [He sheds his boots, making them flop like dead fish on the floor. Greed stretches his long, raptor(ed) toes.] It's not exactly what you went through, but close enough. Purification, I mean. Easier to put a pawn back into the rotation if they never remembered they rebelled in the first place, hmn? Clean slate.
[Michael starts drying his hair, and the Sin reaches up, smothering one of his hands across the top of his head. He shakes his wrist lightly, briskly, to try to shoo away the wet.] That's the thing. Good ol'Pops had a similar idea. But he couldn't plan for everything, hmn? See, he had a purpose for me, Blue Eyes. Just like he did the rest of 'em. We were supposed to help him bring about the Promised Day. But after 100 years, I couldn't live under him, I couldn't take his orders. My greed just wouldn't let me. And you'd think he'd know that, given that he made me. Ha - !
[Greed humorlessly barks out a laugh.] Suppose that's why he wasn't too happy when I told him no. [He lifts his hand away to slide his fingers through his own hair and the smile on his face grows. Grows with all that same, challenging demeanor he's known for. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders and as he grips his shirt, he lazily peels it over his head.] Ah, you're getting there, but you're still asking the wrong question, Blue Eyes.
[The shirt is absolutely drenched and when he tosses it into a corner, it hits the floor like a slap to the face. Another problem for later, apparently. The Sin grabs a new towel, swinging it over his shoulders. He squeezes it by both ends and with a back-and-forth motion, he begins to dry himself off.] I can't say whether or not you were a pawn before, but what I can tell you is that it doesn't matter now. Purpose's got nothing to do with it. So, let's try again.
What do you really want, Michael? [He passes the towel over his head, smearing the spikes of his hair forward. And it's one of those fleeting moments when he doesn't look so poisonous. When his desire isn't so directed, so vile, or so wicked. Any other time, it'd be a stinging sort of thing - like turpentine, burning at the throat. However, here? Here, that need is lighter, softer. Like the very same steam fogging up the glass all around them, it's gentle in an odd sort of way. Still weighty, still demanding, but mindful of its audience.]
[Greed squints his eyes.] And I don't mean things or possessions. I mean, if you could do anything with this afterlife, what would it be? And keep in mind, those rules of yours don't apply. [Is he going to flick an Archangel's ear? Oh, you bet he is. The Sin snaps his finger as he peels away from Michael; his speed, sluggish and comfortable.] Don't have to answer me now. Hell, you don't even have to tell me. But you're gunna have to figure it out one way or another. Otherwise, what's the point, right?
[The former homunculus steps over to the sink and swipes his hand along the mirror. When he sees his reflection, it's muddy at best. Condensation clings along the glass like dew, turning the image of him, of the two of them, to a blur. He lowers his chin, forcing his eyes shut under the pressure of his grin.] Yeah well, Mammon's a piece of shit. And if I'm ever given the opportunity, I'll make sure to show him what real avarice looks like.
[He chances a look in the mirror again to focus on Michael.] Nothing wrong with too much hope there, Feathers. If they do, do me a favor, would ya? Tell your old man he can shove it. [He opens the mirror with a soft, bouncy click. The collection inside is an odd assortment: colognes and perfumes, toothpaste with an accompanying brush that's met a horrible fate, lotions, a bottle of cleaning alcohol. He grabs a couple of odds and ends, wedging them between his fingers.]
We were built to last. Humans weren't. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking for a way to change that. [A flicker of solemness touches his face, only to leave again. Deflection: another Greed the Avaricious specialty.] But maybe we've both got it wrong, huh? Maybe that's just - [He pauses, nails twitching, and his expression fights itself. Because he knows loss, and he knows what happens when a life gets cut too short.]
[The Sin touches his lip with his tongue and shrugs.] - maybe it's just the price of it, Blues. Nothing in this life or the next is free, hmn? Now, this isn't gunna feel great. [Turning, he shows off his collection of bottles, including the alcohol.] And you could do that, but I think we've already made it pretty clear I'm bad at taking orders.
[Greed makes his way back across the bathroom. Had this been under different circumstances, he would find it funny that he has some height on the other man. He keeps his mouth shut this time, though. Well, until Michael chimes in about him being difficult to read. And how could he not?] Am I? [He asks, tilting his head just enough to make the gem in his ear sway.] And here I thought I've been pretty simple.
Even with that power of yours, I don't think you could. I always want more, Michael. Sure, money, power, sex, glory - I get it, but it's - [It's never enough, he fails to say. And that's another skirting of the truth. Because none of that really matters. None of that is worth what he actually has, what he truly wants. And as the former homunculus soaks his claws in alcohol, as he smells the pungent sting of it tickle in his nose, he knows. Knows and realizes this isn't the last time he'll be here.]
[So, he skips over it all. For he will and forever be the creature chasing its own tail.]
[Greed spins the cap back onto the bottle with a free hand, closing it shut.] Good. Because if you don't, I know where you live. I know where both of you live. [He flicks a glance down at Michael. While his mouth still smiles, those eyes of his tell a different story. They're cold. Cold, still, and waiting. Then, the second passes, and whatever's on his mind dies with it.] Might not be thanking me in a second. Feel free to grip on if it hurts too much.
[And with that, he plants his hand against the angry mark along Michael's skin, smearing it with the sterile bite of alcohol.]
Eh, don't worry about it so much, all right? Wouldn't expect ya not to ask. Information's worth a lot, Blue Eyes. Can't really blame you for wanting to know, otherwise I'd be a bit of a hypocrite. [He sheds his boots, making them flop like dead fish on the floor. Greed stretches his long, raptor(ed) toes.] It's not exactly what you went through, but close enough. Purification, I mean. Easier to put a pawn back into the rotation if they never remembered they rebelled in the first place, hmn? Clean slate.
[Michael starts drying his hair, and the Sin reaches up, smothering one of his hands across the top of his head. He shakes his wrist lightly, briskly, to try to shoo away the wet.] That's the thing. Good ol'Pops had a similar idea. But he couldn't plan for everything, hmn? See, he had a purpose for me, Blue Eyes. Just like he did the rest of 'em. We were supposed to help him bring about the Promised Day. But after 100 years, I couldn't live under him, I couldn't take his orders. My greed just wouldn't let me. And you'd think he'd know that, given that he made me. Ha - !
[Greed humorlessly barks out a laugh.] Suppose that's why he wasn't too happy when I told him no. [He lifts his hand away to slide his fingers through his own hair and the smile on his face grows. Grows with all that same, challenging demeanor he's known for. The former homunculus lifts his shoulders and as he grips his shirt, he lazily peels it over his head.] Ah, you're getting there, but you're still asking the wrong question, Blue Eyes.
[The shirt is absolutely drenched and when he tosses it into a corner, it hits the floor like a slap to the face. Another problem for later, apparently. The Sin grabs a new towel, swinging it over his shoulders. He squeezes it by both ends and with a back-and-forth motion, he begins to dry himself off.] I can't say whether or not you were a pawn before, but what I can tell you is that it doesn't matter now. Purpose's got nothing to do with it. So, let's try again.
What do you really want, Michael? [He passes the towel over his head, smearing the spikes of his hair forward. And it's one of those fleeting moments when he doesn't look so poisonous. When his desire isn't so directed, so vile, or so wicked. Any other time, it'd be a stinging sort of thing - like turpentine, burning at the throat. However, here? Here, that need is lighter, softer. Like the very same steam fogging up the glass all around them, it's gentle in an odd sort of way. Still weighty, still demanding, but mindful of its audience.]
[Greed squints his eyes.] And I don't mean things or possessions. I mean, if you could do anything with this afterlife, what would it be? And keep in mind, those rules of yours don't apply. [Is he going to flick an Archangel's ear? Oh, you bet he is. The Sin snaps his finger as he peels away from Michael; his speed, sluggish and comfortable.] Don't have to answer me now. Hell, you don't even have to tell me. But you're gunna have to figure it out one way or another. Otherwise, what's the point, right?
[The former homunculus steps over to the sink and swipes his hand along the mirror. When he sees his reflection, it's muddy at best. Condensation clings along the glass like dew, turning the image of him, of the two of them, to a blur. He lowers his chin, forcing his eyes shut under the pressure of his grin.] Yeah well, Mammon's a piece of shit. And if I'm ever given the opportunity, I'll make sure to show him what real avarice looks like.
[He chances a look in the mirror again to focus on Michael.] Nothing wrong with too much hope there, Feathers. If they do, do me a favor, would ya? Tell your old man he can shove it. [He opens the mirror with a soft, bouncy click. The collection inside is an odd assortment: colognes and perfumes, toothpaste with an accompanying brush that's met a horrible fate, lotions, a bottle of cleaning alcohol. He grabs a couple of odds and ends, wedging them between his fingers.]
We were built to last. Humans weren't. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking for a way to change that. [A flicker of solemness touches his face, only to leave again. Deflection: another Greed the Avaricious specialty.] But maybe we've both got it wrong, huh? Maybe that's just - [He pauses, nails twitching, and his expression fights itself. Because he knows loss, and he knows what happens when a life gets cut too short.]
[The Sin touches his lip with his tongue and shrugs.] - maybe it's just the price of it, Blues. Nothing in this life or the next is free, hmn? Now, this isn't gunna feel great. [Turning, he shows off his collection of bottles, including the alcohol.] And you could do that, but I think we've already made it pretty clear I'm bad at taking orders.
[Greed makes his way back across the bathroom. Had this been under different circumstances, he would find it funny that he has some height on the other man. He keeps his mouth shut this time, though. Well, until Michael chimes in about him being difficult to read. And how could he not?] Am I? [He asks, tilting his head just enough to make the gem in his ear sway.] And here I thought I've been pretty simple.
Even with that power of yours, I don't think you could. I always want more, Michael. Sure, money, power, sex, glory - I get it, but it's - [It's never enough, he fails to say. And that's another skirting of the truth. Because none of that really matters. None of that is worth what he actually has, what he truly wants. And as the former homunculus soaks his claws in alcohol, as he smells the pungent sting of it tickle in his nose, he knows. Knows and realizes this isn't the last time he'll be here.]
[So, he skips over it all. For he will and forever be the creature chasing its own tail.]
[Greed spins the cap back onto the bottle with a free hand, closing it shut.] Good. Because if you don't, I know where you live. I know where both of you live. [He flicks a glance down at Michael. While his mouth still smiles, those eyes of his tell a different story. They're cold. Cold, still, and waiting. Then, the second passes, and whatever's on his mind dies with it.] Might not be thanking me in a second. Feel free to grip on if it hurts too much.
[And with that, he plants his hand against the angry mark along Michael's skin, smearing it with the sterile bite of alcohol.]
Do I have to remind you who my brother is? Worrying is my second job, he may be the oldest but that hardly means he makes the greatest decisions in life. But I don’t need your secrets, nor do I put a price on them. I enjoy obtaining knowledge but not at the cost of another’s privacy.
What you’ve told me about yourself, as I’ve said before, does not leave the room it was shared in. [ while Greed fusses with his boots, Michael stretches his wings out sharply to rid them of any lingering water. he snaps his fingers and one portal opens behind him, with another appearing over the bathtub—so the excess water drops into the tub rather than all over the floor and Greed.
that’s the extent of his magic tricks for the day. the portals disappear just as quickly as they appeared, giving Michael time to get a better look at his arm now that he isn’t covered in gore. ]
For a man of planning, his oversights were numerous. When you give life to something, you can hardly complain when it doesn’t go according to plan. Life has never and will never work like that. The experiences accumulated in life shape the person, not the will of anoth—
[ an amusing sputtering sound erupts from beneath the towel he was using and his feathers puff up like a startled cat’s tail when he steps on some feathers and nearly slips. despite catching himself, he still gives the floor a look that is half surprised, half exasperated. rather than comment on it, he eventually wraps the towel around himself. ]
Everyone is always reaching for more when they should be happy with what they have been given. There is no blessing in immortality, it is a cursed life. Seeing the world fall victim to the same evils over and over again, despite the attempts to better it, is disheartening. [ he studies the man carefully, eyebrows furrowing as he touches his ear. how rude. the silence drags on longer than it should before Michael begins, hesitantly: ]
To say no when something comes across my desk that I don’t believe in, to fight for souls that can be saved rather than battle against the ones that can’t. To make up for the time Lucifer and I lost, and get to know Charlie. And I want them, Sinners and Winners alike, to know that they are not alone here. Whatever problems they have, I will help them—not because it’s expected of me, but because I want to.
I want them to know that, if they are in peril, someone will be there to catch them. [ because he knows all too well how difficult it is to fight a losing battle alone. he could add to his list, but that seems like enough to satisfy his companion for now. ]
Only if you let your Father know that he pales in comparison to you and your siblings. .. No, I haven’t met them, and I imagine they aren’t all like you, but they have the chance to be if they want it. To be better than him, to do better. [ he crouches down to grab a handful of discarded feathers, then moves onto another pile. ]
I understand you wanting more time for them. The world can be cruel and take them far too soon, but they were always meant to burn brightly and die out. Before this place, I might have called you selfish for wanting to extend their lives, but I’m beginning to understand. Especially knowing what they are returning home to.
[ he bites back a comment about being a warrior, he is no stranger to injuries or ointments. ] It’s precisely the simplicity that makes it difficult to read you. You make no excuses and your intentions are clear, you don’t care who hears them or if your words might be misconstrued. It should be a refreshing perspective, but I still feel like you are hiding something deep down. Something that I’ve no intention of pressing you about.
[ some secrets, after all. ]
Why, Greed, if I didn’t know any better I would think that is a threat. Or is it a promise? Either way, it— [ he is cut off by a sharp hiss, sucked in through gritted teeth. despite the offer to grab onto him, he settles for balling up the fist of his other hand and letting his nails dig into his palm. ]
You’re right, I revoke my thanks. [ he does not. ]
What you’ve told me about yourself, as I’ve said before, does not leave the room it was shared in. [ while Greed fusses with his boots, Michael stretches his wings out sharply to rid them of any lingering water. he snaps his fingers and one portal opens behind him, with another appearing over the bathtub—so the excess water drops into the tub rather than all over the floor and Greed.
that’s the extent of his magic tricks for the day. the portals disappear just as quickly as they appeared, giving Michael time to get a better look at his arm now that he isn’t covered in gore. ]
For a man of planning, his oversights were numerous. When you give life to something, you can hardly complain when it doesn’t go according to plan. Life has never and will never work like that. The experiences accumulated in life shape the person, not the will of anoth—
[ an amusing sputtering sound erupts from beneath the towel he was using and his feathers puff up like a startled cat’s tail when he steps on some feathers and nearly slips. despite catching himself, he still gives the floor a look that is half surprised, half exasperated. rather than comment on it, he eventually wraps the towel around himself. ]
Everyone is always reaching for more when they should be happy with what they have been given. There is no blessing in immortality, it is a cursed life. Seeing the world fall victim to the same evils over and over again, despite the attempts to better it, is disheartening. [ he studies the man carefully, eyebrows furrowing as he touches his ear. how rude. the silence drags on longer than it should before Michael begins, hesitantly: ]
To say no when something comes across my desk that I don’t believe in, to fight for souls that can be saved rather than battle against the ones that can’t. To make up for the time Lucifer and I lost, and get to know Charlie. And I want them, Sinners and Winners alike, to know that they are not alone here. Whatever problems they have, I will help them—not because it’s expected of me, but because I want to.
I want them to know that, if they are in peril, someone will be there to catch them. [ because he knows all too well how difficult it is to fight a losing battle alone. he could add to his list, but that seems like enough to satisfy his companion for now. ]
Only if you let your Father know that he pales in comparison to you and your siblings. .. No, I haven’t met them, and I imagine they aren’t all like you, but they have the chance to be if they want it. To be better than him, to do better. [ he crouches down to grab a handful of discarded feathers, then moves onto another pile. ]
I understand you wanting more time for them. The world can be cruel and take them far too soon, but they were always meant to burn brightly and die out. Before this place, I might have called you selfish for wanting to extend their lives, but I’m beginning to understand. Especially knowing what they are returning home to.
[ he bites back a comment about being a warrior, he is no stranger to injuries or ointments. ] It’s precisely the simplicity that makes it difficult to read you. You make no excuses and your intentions are clear, you don’t care who hears them or if your words might be misconstrued. It should be a refreshing perspective, but I still feel like you are hiding something deep down. Something that I’ve no intention of pressing you about.
[ some secrets, after all. ]
Why, Greed, if I didn’t know any better I would think that is a threat. Or is it a promise? Either way, it— [ he is cut off by a sharp hiss, sucked in through gritted teeth. despite the offer to grab onto him, he settles for balling up the fist of his other hand and letting his nails dig into his palm. ]
You’re right, I revoke my thanks. [ he does not. ]
[It's his eyes that move; how they skirt along Michael, cold-blooded and hot just the same. He could swallow the world with those eyes. Swallow it down, drink it up, and still be wanting for more. Yet, there's something else, isn't there? A desire beyond all the material, small and ticking behind those sinister, viper(ing) slits.]
No, you don't have to remind me, and I wouldn't know. I haven't asked. It's none of my business. He hasn't asked for mine, only seems fair I do the same. [He closes one of his eyes with a wink, sarcastic and flirtatious even now.] And he's free to make his own decisions, right? Good or bad, he's got that choice here. Just as you do.
[He slips his fingers through his hair again, coaxing the spikes of it to an upward slant.] Like I told you before, there are some things about me that'll just make it complicated. And I don't think either of us want that, do we?
[Of course here, he's referring to Lucifer. But it could apply to any of them: to the people who call the 'Nest their home, to those he's taken in and claimed as his. Adding on extra baggage wouldn't do them any good. Nothing can take back what's happened and histories don't rewrite themselves. The point's all moot.]
[So, he drops it and instead turns his attention on Michael and the portals that suddenly appear out of no where. He shouldn't (and isn't) surprised that the Archangel comes with tricks all his own. And he's about to ask more, about to pry just a little on the subject, but then Michael puffs up like a spooked cat, and ah, a Sin can't help himself, can he?]
[Greed barks out a laugh, a real, genuine laugh as he claps one of free hands on Michael's shoulder; his cold-carbon skin warmed like a heated stone.] Ha - ! Watch it there, Feathers. Don't need ya crackin' your skull open on top of everything. Wouldn't look good for either of us, and I really don't wanna be the one to explain to your brother how you ended up unconscious in my bathroom.
[The Sin's eyebrows crease up his forehead, and his lips squeeze together, egotistical and sly.] Are you forgetting who I am again? How many times am I gunna have to tell you before you get it? It's never enough for me. And immortality? Real immortality? [He presses the forks of his tongue behind the flats of his upper teeth.] That's always been on the top of the list. [A knowing look passes by his face and as he slowly (tentatively, reluctantly) peels his fingers off the other man's shoulder, the former homunculus hums to himself.]
Then you've already got your answer, don't you. Tch, you heroic types - [He trails off, looking up towards the ceiling as a distraction while he mindlessly tries to shoo a piece of Michael's hair from his face.] Can't help yourself, can you? [For a second time, his fingers linger. As if he's holding the moment for all it's worth and keeping it for him and him alone. Eventually though, he settles his hands around the thinnest part of his waist and grips his nails into his hips.]
[The name Morningstar may mean Lightbringer, but for him? For him, he's got a new definition. A word that begins with P and ends in Ant and oh, will it always prove to be trouble, trouble, trouble.]
[Thankfully, he's a creature built for it.]
[Greed momentarily goes quiet. He should have known the subject would come up one day. But as he maps out the angry marks on Michael's skin (with a cool look, with a distant look), he can't stop himself from sneering a little. It's a vicious expression. Like a devil being told the details of a ridiculous bargain. The Sin sways his head to the side and the points of his eyes flicker between both the blow-out point and the stillness of a twitching, trembling needle.]
Maybe one or two of 'em, sure. I'll give you that much. But you don't know them like I do. Don't give them so much credit. [His jaw grinds up a smile from somewhere deep, deep down in the cesspool he calls a core.] Envy's here, if you have to know. And while I don't trust a single fucking thing he says most of the time, it looks like he may finally be taking my advice. As for the rest -
[Using a free hand, he touches the necklaces around his throat, letting the tips of his claws skirt his skin.] - don't underestimate them. Because you're right, I'm not like them. Even at the end of it all, they thought they were better than everything else. Humans, chimeras. [His lips stretch and spread across his teeth so taut, it's a miracle in itself his skin doesn't crack.] I left them twice, Michael. And both times, they didn't change. I don't think being here would make much of a difference.
[The spite leaves just as quickly as it came; a blip, and no more. And as his tail chimes steel against the tile below, the former homunculus turns on his heel towards a small, linen-closet door. He knuckles the knob between his fingers.] See, I don't think it's difficult at all. I'm a pretty simple guy, Blues. [He yanks open the door to rummage through it. Towels, hand cloths, plastic bottles: they all get dropped to the floor as he digs deeper, uncaring and oblivious to the mess he's making. He pauses once, and only once, when Michael mentions something about hiding, but he's quick to collect himself.]
[Greed sinks his nails into a roll of bandages before shutting the door with his knee.] And what if I don't? [He pivots on the balls of his feet, causing his claws to scrape new gashes into the tiles below.] Could just be you're overthinking it again.
But I guess you're just going to have to find out, aren't you? And who knows, Michael. Maybe, it's a little bit of both. [Ah, and there's that sarcasm again, rearing its head with a rattling tail and a smile as slick as a puddle of mud. The Sin unwinds the bandages.] Now, think you could do me the favor and stop being a pain in the ass for a second?
[He has four hands, he could use those four hands, but old habits are hard to break. As such, the Sin takes the end of the roll into his mouth, yanking it tight.]
No, you don't have to remind me, and I wouldn't know. I haven't asked. It's none of my business. He hasn't asked for mine, only seems fair I do the same. [He closes one of his eyes with a wink, sarcastic and flirtatious even now.] And he's free to make his own decisions, right? Good or bad, he's got that choice here. Just as you do.
[He slips his fingers through his hair again, coaxing the spikes of it to an upward slant.] Like I told you before, there are some things about me that'll just make it complicated. And I don't think either of us want that, do we?
[Of course here, he's referring to Lucifer. But it could apply to any of them: to the people who call the 'Nest their home, to those he's taken in and claimed as his. Adding on extra baggage wouldn't do them any good. Nothing can take back what's happened and histories don't rewrite themselves. The point's all moot.]
[So, he drops it and instead turns his attention on Michael and the portals that suddenly appear out of no where. He shouldn't (and isn't) surprised that the Archangel comes with tricks all his own. And he's about to ask more, about to pry just a little on the subject, but then Michael puffs up like a spooked cat, and ah, a Sin can't help himself, can he?]
[Greed barks out a laugh, a real, genuine laugh as he claps one of free hands on Michael's shoulder; his cold-carbon skin warmed like a heated stone.] Ha - ! Watch it there, Feathers. Don't need ya crackin' your skull open on top of everything. Wouldn't look good for either of us, and I really don't wanna be the one to explain to your brother how you ended up unconscious in my bathroom.
[The Sin's eyebrows crease up his forehead, and his lips squeeze together, egotistical and sly.] Are you forgetting who I am again? How many times am I gunna have to tell you before you get it? It's never enough for me. And immortality? Real immortality? [He presses the forks of his tongue behind the flats of his upper teeth.] That's always been on the top of the list. [A knowing look passes by his face and as he slowly (tentatively, reluctantly) peels his fingers off the other man's shoulder, the former homunculus hums to himself.]
Then you've already got your answer, don't you. Tch, you heroic types - [He trails off, looking up towards the ceiling as a distraction while he mindlessly tries to shoo a piece of Michael's hair from his face.] Can't help yourself, can you? [For a second time, his fingers linger. As if he's holding the moment for all it's worth and keeping it for him and him alone. Eventually though, he settles his hands around the thinnest part of his waist and grips his nails into his hips.]
[The name Morningstar may mean Lightbringer, but for him? For him, he's got a new definition. A word that begins with P and ends in Ant and oh, will it always prove to be trouble, trouble, trouble.]
[Thankfully, he's a creature built for it.]
[Greed momentarily goes quiet. He should have known the subject would come up one day. But as he maps out the angry marks on Michael's skin (with a cool look, with a distant look), he can't stop himself from sneering a little. It's a vicious expression. Like a devil being told the details of a ridiculous bargain. The Sin sways his head to the side and the points of his eyes flicker between both the blow-out point and the stillness of a twitching, trembling needle.]
Maybe one or two of 'em, sure. I'll give you that much. But you don't know them like I do. Don't give them so much credit. [His jaw grinds up a smile from somewhere deep, deep down in the cesspool he calls a core.] Envy's here, if you have to know. And while I don't trust a single fucking thing he says most of the time, it looks like he may finally be taking my advice. As for the rest -
[Using a free hand, he touches the necklaces around his throat, letting the tips of his claws skirt his skin.] - don't underestimate them. Because you're right, I'm not like them. Even at the end of it all, they thought they were better than everything else. Humans, chimeras. [His lips stretch and spread across his teeth so taut, it's a miracle in itself his skin doesn't crack.] I left them twice, Michael. And both times, they didn't change. I don't think being here would make much of a difference.
[The spite leaves just as quickly as it came; a blip, and no more. And as his tail chimes steel against the tile below, the former homunculus turns on his heel towards a small, linen-closet door. He knuckles the knob between his fingers.] See, I don't think it's difficult at all. I'm a pretty simple guy, Blues. [He yanks open the door to rummage through it. Towels, hand cloths, plastic bottles: they all get dropped to the floor as he digs deeper, uncaring and oblivious to the mess he's making. He pauses once, and only once, when Michael mentions something about hiding, but he's quick to collect himself.]
[Greed sinks his nails into a roll of bandages before shutting the door with his knee.] And what if I don't? [He pivots on the balls of his feet, causing his claws to scrape new gashes into the tiles below.] Could just be you're overthinking it again.
But I guess you're just going to have to find out, aren't you? And who knows, Michael. Maybe, it's a little bit of both. [Ah, and there's that sarcasm again, rearing its head with a rattling tail and a smile as slick as a puddle of mud. The Sin unwinds the bandages.] Now, think you could do me the favor and stop being a pain in the ass for a second?
[He has four hands, he could use those four hands, but old habits are hard to break. As such, the Sin takes the end of the roll into his mouth, yanking it tight.]
It seems you and Alastor are cut from the same cloth in that respect. He was dumbfounded when I explained the terms of Lucifer’s deal with him, I don’t think he ever truly considered that the only thing he wanted out of it was his company. [ he lets out a sigh, gesturing vaguely at the air. ] He is, I know. Is it selfish to want to protect him from himself?
Lucifer plays his part well. To the eyes of someone on the outside looking in, he may very well be the cocky and charismatic ruler of Hell — but he hasn’t changed as much as he thinks he has. When we struck our deal, I told myself I would protect what little happiness he has managed to hold onto. If they make him happy, then who am I to get between that?
I just.. [ he cuts himself off, looking down at the clump of feathers in his grasp. while it doesn’t hurt to admit it, it does feel strange. ] I’m afraid, afraid that one day all of the reassurances in the world won’t be able to bring him back. It sounds foolish, yes, I realize that.
No, we don’t. All the same, if you do need to talk about anything, you know where my office is. [ Michael is still giving Greed an unimpressed look at his laughter when he cocks his head off to one side, as if lost. ]
Have you become a champion for my virtue? You make it sound like this is some sort of forbidden tryst. You found me in a state, cleaned me up and helped me regain my strength. There is nothing to confuse, I have every intention of telling him I was here. Why wouldn’t I?
[ the talk about immortality changes things, however. he actually looks concerned, continuing on gently. ] It would be an eternity, Greed, a life that you would be unable to share. If you could share it, what if your people declined it? You would have to watch them grow old and die, then repeat the process with those who take their place. How many would have to disappear before you regretted your choice?
I’m not being argumentative but, as someone who has that life, I’m curious. Human companionship is new to me, I’m trying to understand it through your eyes. [ to emphasize his resolve, he tips his face to look back up at him. ]
Heroic deeds aren’t my motivation and it may not be entirely altruistic of me to offer those things. The system in place right now is faulty, so I am trying something new in hopes of being able to implement it back home. Hate will get us nowhere but, perhaps, if we try to understand them, we can find common ground. It would ease the burden on Lucifer and Charlie and, in time, the animosity between Heaven and Hell may fade.
[ he is trying so damn hard to make this a reality, these are the types of notes lining the numerous journals in his room. ways to prevent conflict and eventually put a treaty in place. if the two sides can coexist here, it means there is a chance for them as well. ]
I was always taught to give someone the benefit of the doubt and to never judge a book by the cover. I just have to believe that if one Deadly Sin is capable of breaking free, then it’s achievable for the others as well. I think, maybe, that is why I feel so comfortable around you. You understand what it’s like to be one voice in a sea of thousands, going against the grain because you know what was asked of you was wrong. You did what I couldn’t.
[ he admires that aspect of his strength, more than he will ever be willing to convey. ] Maybe not, but did you ever think that maybe being separated from the others made Envy more willing to try? Siblings, in my experience, are often prone to foolish bravado and are eager to please their Fathers. Away from them, they are much more willing to hear an opinion that differs from the one they have been fed their entire lives, especially if it unburdens them.
[ after cleaning up the last of the feathers, he turns to watch him, making a face when he starts throwing things around. true to form, by the time Greed has turned around, Michael is on his way over to start cleaning them up — but then the sin closes the door. really, are you a homunculus or caveman? ]
I’m prone to overthinking, I will give you that much. All I know is what I see with my own two eyes. I suppose I could have misread someone once or twice in the past. [ no, no, he will not push, but he does raise an eyebrow and shoot him an amused look in return. ]
I will do my best. Fortunately for you, the idea of being manhandled this evening is on the bottom of my list. [ he steps closer and lifts his arm, diligently offering it to him while those tired eyes take in the process quietly from here on out. the likelihood that he is thinking about the closet mess is quite high. ]
Lucifer plays his part well. To the eyes of someone on the outside looking in, he may very well be the cocky and charismatic ruler of Hell — but he hasn’t changed as much as he thinks he has. When we struck our deal, I told myself I would protect what little happiness he has managed to hold onto. If they make him happy, then who am I to get between that?
I just.. [ he cuts himself off, looking down at the clump of feathers in his grasp. while it doesn’t hurt to admit it, it does feel strange. ] I’m afraid, afraid that one day all of the reassurances in the world won’t be able to bring him back. It sounds foolish, yes, I realize that.
No, we don’t. All the same, if you do need to talk about anything, you know where my office is. [ Michael is still giving Greed an unimpressed look at his laughter when he cocks his head off to one side, as if lost. ]
Have you become a champion for my virtue? You make it sound like this is some sort of forbidden tryst. You found me in a state, cleaned me up and helped me regain my strength. There is nothing to confuse, I have every intention of telling him I was here. Why wouldn’t I?
[ the talk about immortality changes things, however. he actually looks concerned, continuing on gently. ] It would be an eternity, Greed, a life that you would be unable to share. If you could share it, what if your people declined it? You would have to watch them grow old and die, then repeat the process with those who take their place. How many would have to disappear before you regretted your choice?
I’m not being argumentative but, as someone who has that life, I’m curious. Human companionship is new to me, I’m trying to understand it through your eyes. [ to emphasize his resolve, he tips his face to look back up at him. ]
Heroic deeds aren’t my motivation and it may not be entirely altruistic of me to offer those things. The system in place right now is faulty, so I am trying something new in hopes of being able to implement it back home. Hate will get us nowhere but, perhaps, if we try to understand them, we can find common ground. It would ease the burden on Lucifer and Charlie and, in time, the animosity between Heaven and Hell may fade.
[ he is trying so damn hard to make this a reality, these are the types of notes lining the numerous journals in his room. ways to prevent conflict and eventually put a treaty in place. if the two sides can coexist here, it means there is a chance for them as well. ]
I was always taught to give someone the benefit of the doubt and to never judge a book by the cover. I just have to believe that if one Deadly Sin is capable of breaking free, then it’s achievable for the others as well. I think, maybe, that is why I feel so comfortable around you. You understand what it’s like to be one voice in a sea of thousands, going against the grain because you know what was asked of you was wrong. You did what I couldn’t.
[ he admires that aspect of his strength, more than he will ever be willing to convey. ] Maybe not, but did you ever think that maybe being separated from the others made Envy more willing to try? Siblings, in my experience, are often prone to foolish bravado and are eager to please their Fathers. Away from them, they are much more willing to hear an opinion that differs from the one they have been fed their entire lives, especially if it unburdens them.
[ after cleaning up the last of the feathers, he turns to watch him, making a face when he starts throwing things around. true to form, by the time Greed has turned around, Michael is on his way over to start cleaning them up — but then the sin closes the door. really, are you a homunculus or caveman? ]
I’m prone to overthinking, I will give you that much. All I know is what I see with my own two eyes. I suppose I could have misread someone once or twice in the past. [ no, no, he will not push, but he does raise an eyebrow and shoot him an amused look in return. ]
I will do my best. Fortunately for you, the idea of being manhandled this evening is on the bottom of my list. [ he steps closer and lifts his arm, diligently offering it to him while those tired eyes take in the process quietly from here on out. the likelihood that he is thinking about the closet mess is quite high. ]
[And there it is again, that alien look. That foreign, far-off, and indescribable expression fuming across his face, making his shrill eyes wander, hazy and distant. Because he does remember: the acrid stink of something burning in the basement, the feel of oil and gasoline on his claws, the confession that came after, and a deal made in ash:]
["If no one can take what's yours from you, you can't leave me."]
[Greed's lips stretch along the bandages, making his smile crease over the roll. He snaps his jaws once to cut off a strip.] Well, he's already got that, doesn't he? Both him and Alastor have the keys to this place, Blues. It was one of the things I gave 'em after - [He hovers his tongue at the roof of his mouth, weighing his options. A beat, and he continues.] - ah, but I suppose you already know about that, don't you?
[The former homunculus slowly unwinds the roll before slicing off a second strip with his claws.] I might not be able to protect him from himself, and I don't think either of us really could. But just like I told you - if he ever gets the stupid fucking idea in his head again that anyone can take what's mine, the 'Shield should be able to take care of that for the both of us. Call it a little guarantee. [As if making a point of it, Greed lazily lifts his chin. Instantly, that second of skin of his begins its ascent. It hitches up his torso in skittering fingers of black; the look of it like summoned tar crawling up, up, up to meet its maker.]
[The Sin lets it cut off in a ring around his throat.] Ever think that maybe part of his happiness happens to be you and that kid of his? Luce hasn't told me everything, but I know that much. And you two have some things to catch up on, right? Why don't you start there. Then, you can get back to me on what you're really trying to protect for him.
[With one hand, he lifts Michael's arm a bit higher as he works the first bandage around the wound. While he may be a monster in any right (in every right), the way he handles Michael: there's a delicateness, a care. Because avarice, ah avarice. It's far more than just the desire for money and wealth, no matter what Mammon has to say.]
[Greed huffs out a small laugh, letting it squeeze between the sharps of his teeth.] HA - ! Champion of your virtue. You sure got a funny way of thinkin' there, Blue Eyes. [He leans closer, a bit too close, and his eyes flick open wide.] This isn't anything. Least, not in the way you're thinking. And even if it was - [Shrrrr goes the first bandage as he blindly ties it tight.] - there'd be nothing forbidden about it. It's only a problem when people don't want something. Then, they're off limits. See, I may be greedy Michael, but even I have some standards. And I'm not interested if they aren't.
[He pulls away then, self-satisfied sneer teasing on his lip. He knows he won't get the upper hand on Michael here, but damn if a Sin can't give it a go.]
[The former homunculus unwinds the second wrapping as he traces the backs of his teeth with his tongue.] Same answer as before. If they denied it, then that's their choice. I'm not about to force anyone to do anything. [He lightly taps one of his big toes atop Michael's foot, urging him to move a bit so he can get closer. And it's then that his expression changes. Warmer, softer, and a million miles away; it's as if he's seeing something that's not there. As if he's watching something only he can see, flitting and dying in the thinning steam.]
[Greed begins to slowly wrap Michael's arm a second time.] So, if that's what they want, who would I be to deny them? I'd still make sure they're taken care of. They're mine, after all. But the people I know, Michael. Eh, let's just say that kind of ending isn't usually the case. [He tries to force a smile, tries his damnedest, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Not this time.]
[So, he moves on. Bravado at its finest, another Greed the Avaricious specialty.] Oi, didn't I tell you to stop being a pain in the ass for a second? [He hisses, more of a show than anything else.] Tch. You don't know them like I do. I'll give Envy one thing, least he's found .. whatever the fuck it is that he's found. [Friendship, companionship. Love, whatever that means. The Sin shrugs his shoulders and as he bends his neck, he takes the other end of the bandage into his mouth, pulling it taut atop the first.] Some of 'em might be able to, but there's a few that owe me, Blues. And I'm sorry, but I can't exactly let them slide.
[Anger, as quick as a flash in the pan, simmers on his face.] Besides, s'not really your problem, is it? Now, I really need you to do me a favor and shut up a second. Let me make sure I actually got this right. [The former homunculus touches the dressings with his claws. They don't feel too tight, least not to him. And while they aren't perfect, for now?]
[For now, it's enough.]
[Greed sighs through his nose.] Yeah, that's the thing with you. Always overthinking it. Guess it's somethin' I gotta get used to. [He turns a look back to Michael and as his lips pucker, the former homunculus tips his head to the side.]
[Then, without a single hint of a warning, he tries to scoop Michael up.]
["If no one can take what's yours from you, you can't leave me."]
[Greed's lips stretch along the bandages, making his smile crease over the roll. He snaps his jaws once to cut off a strip.] Well, he's already got that, doesn't he? Both him and Alastor have the keys to this place, Blues. It was one of the things I gave 'em after - [He hovers his tongue at the roof of his mouth, weighing his options. A beat, and he continues.] - ah, but I suppose you already know about that, don't you?
[The former homunculus slowly unwinds the roll before slicing off a second strip with his claws.] I might not be able to protect him from himself, and I don't think either of us really could. But just like I told you - if he ever gets the stupid fucking idea in his head again that anyone can take what's mine, the 'Shield should be able to take care of that for the both of us. Call it a little guarantee. [As if making a point of it, Greed lazily lifts his chin. Instantly, that second of skin of his begins its ascent. It hitches up his torso in skittering fingers of black; the look of it like summoned tar crawling up, up, up to meet its maker.]
[The Sin lets it cut off in a ring around his throat.] Ever think that maybe part of his happiness happens to be you and that kid of his? Luce hasn't told me everything, but I know that much. And you two have some things to catch up on, right? Why don't you start there. Then, you can get back to me on what you're really trying to protect for him.
[With one hand, he lifts Michael's arm a bit higher as he works the first bandage around the wound. While he may be a monster in any right (in every right), the way he handles Michael: there's a delicateness, a care. Because avarice, ah avarice. It's far more than just the desire for money and wealth, no matter what Mammon has to say.]
[Greed huffs out a small laugh, letting it squeeze between the sharps of his teeth.] HA - ! Champion of your virtue. You sure got a funny way of thinkin' there, Blue Eyes. [He leans closer, a bit too close, and his eyes flick open wide.] This isn't anything. Least, not in the way you're thinking. And even if it was - [Shrrrr goes the first bandage as he blindly ties it tight.] - there'd be nothing forbidden about it. It's only a problem when people don't want something. Then, they're off limits. See, I may be greedy Michael, but even I have some standards. And I'm not interested if they aren't.
[He pulls away then, self-satisfied sneer teasing on his lip. He knows he won't get the upper hand on Michael here, but damn if a Sin can't give it a go.]
[The former homunculus unwinds the second wrapping as he traces the backs of his teeth with his tongue.] Same answer as before. If they denied it, then that's their choice. I'm not about to force anyone to do anything. [He lightly taps one of his big toes atop Michael's foot, urging him to move a bit so he can get closer. And it's then that his expression changes. Warmer, softer, and a million miles away; it's as if he's seeing something that's not there. As if he's watching something only he can see, flitting and dying in the thinning steam.]
[Greed begins to slowly wrap Michael's arm a second time.] So, if that's what they want, who would I be to deny them? I'd still make sure they're taken care of. They're mine, after all. But the people I know, Michael. Eh, let's just say that kind of ending isn't usually the case. [He tries to force a smile, tries his damnedest, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Not this time.]
[So, he moves on. Bravado at its finest, another Greed the Avaricious specialty.] Oi, didn't I tell you to stop being a pain in the ass for a second? [He hisses, more of a show than anything else.] Tch. You don't know them like I do. I'll give Envy one thing, least he's found .. whatever the fuck it is that he's found. [Friendship, companionship. Love, whatever that means. The Sin shrugs his shoulders and as he bends his neck, he takes the other end of the bandage into his mouth, pulling it taut atop the first.] Some of 'em might be able to, but there's a few that owe me, Blues. And I'm sorry, but I can't exactly let them slide.
[Anger, as quick as a flash in the pan, simmers on his face.] Besides, s'not really your problem, is it? Now, I really need you to do me a favor and shut up a second. Let me make sure I actually got this right. [The former homunculus touches the dressings with his claws. They don't feel too tight, least not to him. And while they aren't perfect, for now?]
[For now, it's enough.]
[Greed sighs through his nose.] Yeah, that's the thing with you. Always overthinking it. Guess it's somethin' I gotta get used to. [He turns a look back to Michael and as his lips pucker, the former homunculus tips his head to the side.]
[Then, without a single hint of a warning, he tries to scoop Michael up.]
After Lucifer was killed, yes, but I believe he was purposefully vague on the details. [ A pause, so he can give him a small, reassuring smile. ] No, I have no intention of attempting to squeeze them out of you. He had a reason for doing so and, while I may not like it, I will accept it.
[ Idly, he finds himself reaching up with his free hand to trace the path of Greed’s Shield when it begins to creep up his neck, but the touch his barely there and consists mostly of the grazing of nails against skin. When it settles, he watches it for a moment longer before lowering his hand. With all of the distractions, he hadn’t even noticed it wasn’t there earlier. ]
That hardly means I won’t try, he is my brother. Even if it meant my final breath, I would use it to save him. From himself, from the exorcists, from.. [ Father. He doesn’t manage to get the word out, but he is certain Greed can read between the lines. He has told him enough about his life. ] Lucifer shoulders a burden few could undertake, and has made it his life’s mission to pursue Charlie’s dream. To know that redemption lessens the numbers in Hell and tips the scales in favor of Heaven, that he is sending them to a place he will likely never see again, one that turned him away.
There isn’t a day that’s gone by since I arrived here where I haven’t been proud of him. [ At the mention of him possibly being a part of that happiness, he smiles. ] Some? We have everything to catch up on, so much that I often wonder if we’ll find the time to get to all of it here.
[ When Greed leans in, Michael stands his ground and meets the stare, eyes narrowing slightly. Eventually, he prods a finger against his forehead to keep him from getting any closer, looking amused. ] I’ve seen how wicked you can be, and everything about it would be forbidden for me. Temptation is a dangerous adversary, even in the hands of someone who would never force it.
[ All it takes is the light tap of the toe against his foot for Michael to step back and drop his hand back to his side. When the forced smile comes into play, he grabs Greed’s wrist to get his attention. ] Don’t do that. I am an open book, and have shared things with you that I haven’t told others. I will never pity you, so don’t feel the need to force something you don’t feel. Your bravado is unnecessary and you aren’t, I assure you, fooling anyone standing in this room.
[ Mercifully, however, he drops it after that and actually seems to give into his show. ] I could be even more intolerable and remind you that several seconds have already passed since you asked that of me, but I’m feeling charitable. I know that the affairs of your family don’t concern me but, if that is the case, I hope the ones you’re talking about never show up. I already have to keep an eye out for the Demon King’s brother, he said there is a chance he would attempt to harm Lucifer.
[ He can count the number of people who have told him to shut up in his life on one hand, most of them have been delivered by the former homunculus. Michael does quiet down, but only so he can test the movement in his arm and run his fingertips along his handiwork. A perfectly suitable job, at least he won’t have to worry about it getting infected. ]
Thank you. Truthfully, I don’t think you will ever grow accustomed to it. Some part of you will always be marginally frustrated by my thought process, and I think you’re well aware of th—AT!
[ The sound he makes is only slightly undignified, he should have seen this coming, but at least he doesn’t fight to get away. He just sits there, glowering up at him. ]
You do realize neither one of my legs are injured, correct?
[ Idly, he finds himself reaching up with his free hand to trace the path of Greed’s Shield when it begins to creep up his neck, but the touch his barely there and consists mostly of the grazing of nails against skin. When it settles, he watches it for a moment longer before lowering his hand. With all of the distractions, he hadn’t even noticed it wasn’t there earlier. ]
That hardly means I won’t try, he is my brother. Even if it meant my final breath, I would use it to save him. From himself, from the exorcists, from.. [ Father. He doesn’t manage to get the word out, but he is certain Greed can read between the lines. He has told him enough about his life. ] Lucifer shoulders a burden few could undertake, and has made it his life’s mission to pursue Charlie’s dream. To know that redemption lessens the numbers in Hell and tips the scales in favor of Heaven, that he is sending them to a place he will likely never see again, one that turned him away.
There isn’t a day that’s gone by since I arrived here where I haven’t been proud of him. [ At the mention of him possibly being a part of that happiness, he smiles. ] Some? We have everything to catch up on, so much that I often wonder if we’ll find the time to get to all of it here.
[ When Greed leans in, Michael stands his ground and meets the stare, eyes narrowing slightly. Eventually, he prods a finger against his forehead to keep him from getting any closer, looking amused. ] I’ve seen how wicked you can be, and everything about it would be forbidden for me. Temptation is a dangerous adversary, even in the hands of someone who would never force it.
[ All it takes is the light tap of the toe against his foot for Michael to step back and drop his hand back to his side. When the forced smile comes into play, he grabs Greed’s wrist to get his attention. ] Don’t do that. I am an open book, and have shared things with you that I haven’t told others. I will never pity you, so don’t feel the need to force something you don’t feel. Your bravado is unnecessary and you aren’t, I assure you, fooling anyone standing in this room.
[ Mercifully, however, he drops it after that and actually seems to give into his show. ] I could be even more intolerable and remind you that several seconds have already passed since you asked that of me, but I’m feeling charitable. I know that the affairs of your family don’t concern me but, if that is the case, I hope the ones you’re talking about never show up. I already have to keep an eye out for the Demon King’s brother, he said there is a chance he would attempt to harm Lucifer.
[ He can count the number of people who have told him to shut up in his life on one hand, most of them have been delivered by the former homunculus. Michael does quiet down, but only so he can test the movement in his arm and run his fingertips along his handiwork. A perfectly suitable job, at least he won’t have to worry about it getting infected. ]
Thank you. Truthfully, I don’t think you will ever grow accustomed to it. Some part of you will always be marginally frustrated by my thought process, and I think you’re well aware of th—AT!
[ The sound he makes is only slightly undignified, he should have seen this coming, but at least he doesn’t fight to get away. He just sits there, glowering up at him. ]
You do realize neither one of my legs are injured, correct?
Your own good ol'Daddy sir. [It's easy enough for him to pick up the sentence when Michael fails to do so. It's something else they have in common, ironic as it may be. And when the Sin spits it out, whatever personal vendetta he has comes with it: in the heavy narrowing of his eyes, in the tightness of his lip, so blank and not him at all. Greed chases the condensation on the mirror, watching as the water collects itself and falls (falls slow, falls quietly, down, lord, down). And he wonders, not for the first time, just how similar they really, truly are.]
[Then, his teeth show and like all else, whatever thoughts he has trickle down his back.] Tsk. No, he never should have gone through any of that in the first place. And neither should you. As for tipping the scales - [His eyebrows touch together, a light thing, and the wrinkles in his forehead soften around the gem lodged in his skin.] - I wouldn't know. That's not how it works where I come from. What you're talking about is a trade, but it isn't a very fair one now, is it?
But never mind. You've got all the time in the world now, don't you? So call him. Or do that text thing, whatever, once this is all over. Couldn't hurt. [The former homunculus shows off his throat to catch Michael in the corner pocket of his eye.] Oh - ? Is that right? How wicked I can be - [Trailing off, he flits the split of his tongue between his teeth, forcing it to quiver like a tuning fork.] - maybe for you, but I'll keep it in mind. Wouldn't want to ruffle your feathers.
[And he's about to go on, but Michael snags his wrist, and whatever else he has to say falls dead in his chest. It catches him off guard, really. Because he's used to his having that concern. That concern that stares him down, looks right through his 'Shield, and asks him to say something, say anything, anything at all.]
[Greed lowers his chin and a listless sneer winds up his face. He flattens his hand on Michael's, effectively smothering him with his telltale brand.] See right through me, do you? Guess it's about time. [He pauses to weigh his options.] This isn't the first 'Nest I've run, Blue Eyes. There was another, back in a place called Dublith. [The former homunculus pulls his fingers away, and his claws fold back against his palm.] It took 'em a while, but eventually, they found me.
King Bradley - [And ah, does that one name make his tone turn foul. It's venomous, is what it is; the way his voice claws up from his throat more similar to hot coals raked back to a broiling, roaring heat. Greed taps his teeth together.] - that's what everyone knew him by. Führer King Bradley.
[Behind him, his tail fills in the gaps. Each rattle is a warning, each buzz is a threat. And while he, by some miracle, manages to keep the noise down to a minimum, there's no denying that screech of steel. Like each and every one of his sharp points is begging for a chance to claw and tear their way through a ghost.]
[Greed jerks his neck and as something between his bones cracks, that hint of anger drops down again; the boiling point, dead and done.] Wrath. [He says, quietly.] And don't worry. He wouldn't even get the chance to get close enough to Lucifer to try. He owes me, Michael. Don't think I have to explain to you what that means. [The fine print is as clear as day: owing avarice comes with a heavy price. A heavy cost.]
[And oh, Heaven or Hell couldn't save a man with a debt to pay.]
[But it helps, even slightly, when he finally catches Michael out of his element. There are some things better left unsaid, after all. And considering what led them here, digging up the bones of things long dead is as useful as kicking around the corpse of a horse: it won't get them anywhere.] Hmn? Now, who said I was frustrated with you, Blues? I just said you were a pain in the ass. Which, for the record, you are. [Cheekily, the former homunculus shifts his weight to try to slide two of his arms under Michael's legs. Thankfully, the bar's empty, the night's done, and no one will be the wiser if he just so happens to be carrying the other man out bridal style.]
[Greed blindly kicks his foot backwards, forcing the door to smack along the outside wall.] Yeah, yeah. You can also save that for someone who gives a shit. [Because he doesn't.] I've got some extra clothes in the back, and the rooms are all empty. So unless you really want to fight me on it Blues, we're doing things my way.
[Then, his teeth show and like all else, whatever thoughts he has trickle down his back.] Tsk. No, he never should have gone through any of that in the first place. And neither should you. As for tipping the scales - [His eyebrows touch together, a light thing, and the wrinkles in his forehead soften around the gem lodged in his skin.] - I wouldn't know. That's not how it works where I come from. What you're talking about is a trade, but it isn't a very fair one now, is it?
But never mind. You've got all the time in the world now, don't you? So call him. Or do that text thing, whatever, once this is all over. Couldn't hurt. [The former homunculus shows off his throat to catch Michael in the corner pocket of his eye.] Oh - ? Is that right? How wicked I can be - [Trailing off, he flits the split of his tongue between his teeth, forcing it to quiver like a tuning fork.] - maybe for you, but I'll keep it in mind. Wouldn't want to ruffle your feathers.
[And he's about to go on, but Michael snags his wrist, and whatever else he has to say falls dead in his chest. It catches him off guard, really. Because he's used to his having that concern. That concern that stares him down, looks right through his 'Shield, and asks him to say something, say anything, anything at all.]
[Greed lowers his chin and a listless sneer winds up his face. He flattens his hand on Michael's, effectively smothering him with his telltale brand.] See right through me, do you? Guess it's about time. [He pauses to weigh his options.] This isn't the first 'Nest I've run, Blue Eyes. There was another, back in a place called Dublith. [The former homunculus pulls his fingers away, and his claws fold back against his palm.] It took 'em a while, but eventually, they found me.
King Bradley - [And ah, does that one name make his tone turn foul. It's venomous, is what it is; the way his voice claws up from his throat more similar to hot coals raked back to a broiling, roaring heat. Greed taps his teeth together.] - that's what everyone knew him by. Führer King Bradley.
[Behind him, his tail fills in the gaps. Each rattle is a warning, each buzz is a threat. And while he, by some miracle, manages to keep the noise down to a minimum, there's no denying that screech of steel. Like each and every one of his sharp points is begging for a chance to claw and tear their way through a ghost.]
[Greed jerks his neck and as something between his bones cracks, that hint of anger drops down again; the boiling point, dead and done.] Wrath. [He says, quietly.] And don't worry. He wouldn't even get the chance to get close enough to Lucifer to try. He owes me, Michael. Don't think I have to explain to you what that means. [The fine print is as clear as day: owing avarice comes with a heavy price. A heavy cost.]
[And oh, Heaven or Hell couldn't save a man with a debt to pay.]
[But it helps, even slightly, when he finally catches Michael out of his element. There are some things better left unsaid, after all. And considering what led them here, digging up the bones of things long dead is as useful as kicking around the corpse of a horse: it won't get them anywhere.] Hmn? Now, who said I was frustrated with you, Blues? I just said you were a pain in the ass. Which, for the record, you are. [Cheekily, the former homunculus shifts his weight to try to slide two of his arms under Michael's legs. Thankfully, the bar's empty, the night's done, and no one will be the wiser if he just so happens to be carrying the other man out bridal style.]
[Greed blindly kicks his foot backwards, forcing the door to smack along the outside wall.] Yeah, yeah. You can also save that for someone who gives a shit. [Because he doesn't.] I've got some extra clothes in the back, and the rooms are all empty. So unless you really want to fight me on it Blues, we're doing things my way.
I’ve never defied His Word, I didn’t think it was possible for me to doubt. He created me, everything that I am and am not is because he willed it to be so. Even after everything that has happened, I could not bring myself to hate Him. A silly sentiment, I imagine, when I could just as easily be cast out next.
[ He speaks the words with hesitance and, though he never looks up, it can be inferred that he is worried about who may hear him. Even his wings curl inwards when he speaks. He may love his Father, but he is also right to fear Him — all things considered. ]
We were the first, it was always going to be us. Our roles were decided for us and we played the parts we were given. The scales tipped the moment evil escaped from its prison. When an angel who didn’t know any better gave a gift that wasn’t his to give. I can still see him, Greed, down on his knees and begging for the forgiveness He never intended to give him.
In my waking hours, in my dreams. I often wonder if never being able to escape it is my price for not taking his hand that day because, had the roles been reversed, he wouldn’t have hesitated to save me.
[ Michael follows his lead, latching onto the present to keep from dwelling on the past. ] What would you have me say to him? I remember his eyes, they were the same eyes that begged me for help. It was as if he was reliving that day over again, and— [ He cuts himself off and simply shakes his head. ] I know Lucifer isn’t made of glass, but I still find myself wanting to handle him with care. I don’t want to mess this up, I can’t, but I still find myself saying the wrong things to him.
[ He is so afraid of failing him again, so much so that he would rather give him space than chance it. ] You said it yourself, you don’t take what isn’t offered, so there is no reason for me to fear you. [ There is a moment where he meets his gaze and looks into those eyes, almost seeming to be looking for something. ] I think there is very little I could offer you, and I respect you enough to be candid about that.
[ But he is quick to draw back. ] How many late night chats have we had? I don’t think it’s so much that I see through you as it is that I see you. It doesn’t matter how you try and dress yourself up, there’s an underlying sadness to you that I recognize. It calls to me, if that makes any sense.
Wrath.. [ He takes in his story and doesn’t interrupt him for the duration of it. It’s only when Greed starts to wind himself up that Michael reaches up catch him by the chin to ground him again. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares up at him until the buzzing of his tail begins to die down. ]
I can’t do anything about the pain of the past, but I can be mindful of the future. If he shows up here, Lucifer and I will both stand with you. We will help protect you and anyone else within these walls, you have my word on that. And no, I know exactly what it means, everything has a price.
[ Why is he putting up with this abuse? Now he is being toted around like a blushing bride, only he looks about as enthusiastic as a child being faced with the prospect of going to bed early. It’s quite comical, the way he just begrudgingly accepts defeat. ]
Pain in the ass—something or someone that causes trouble; a source of unhappiness. For the record, I simply have high expectations that typically don’t include being groomed and carried. In fact, I don’t believe anyone has done that before.
[ He shakes his head, but still takes a moment to keep an eye out for stragglers. Just because he isn’t killing people anymore doesn’t mean someone else is following his good lead. ]
No, I’m too tired to fight anymore. Going out there would be dangerous, they already dislikes seeing angels down here. They would have a field day with an injured one, not that I would make it easy for them. I know when I have lost.
What are your terms?
[ He speaks the words with hesitance and, though he never looks up, it can be inferred that he is worried about who may hear him. Even his wings curl inwards when he speaks. He may love his Father, but he is also right to fear Him — all things considered. ]
We were the first, it was always going to be us. Our roles were decided for us and we played the parts we were given. The scales tipped the moment evil escaped from its prison. When an angel who didn’t know any better gave a gift that wasn’t his to give. I can still see him, Greed, down on his knees and begging for the forgiveness He never intended to give him.
In my waking hours, in my dreams. I often wonder if never being able to escape it is my price for not taking his hand that day because, had the roles been reversed, he wouldn’t have hesitated to save me.
[ Michael follows his lead, latching onto the present to keep from dwelling on the past. ] What would you have me say to him? I remember his eyes, they were the same eyes that begged me for help. It was as if he was reliving that day over again, and— [ He cuts himself off and simply shakes his head. ] I know Lucifer isn’t made of glass, but I still find myself wanting to handle him with care. I don’t want to mess this up, I can’t, but I still find myself saying the wrong things to him.
[ He is so afraid of failing him again, so much so that he would rather give him space than chance it. ] You said it yourself, you don’t take what isn’t offered, so there is no reason for me to fear you. [ There is a moment where he meets his gaze and looks into those eyes, almost seeming to be looking for something. ] I think there is very little I could offer you, and I respect you enough to be candid about that.
[ But he is quick to draw back. ] How many late night chats have we had? I don’t think it’s so much that I see through you as it is that I see you. It doesn’t matter how you try and dress yourself up, there’s an underlying sadness to you that I recognize. It calls to me, if that makes any sense.
Wrath.. [ He takes in his story and doesn’t interrupt him for the duration of it. It’s only when Greed starts to wind himself up that Michael reaches up catch him by the chin to ground him again. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares up at him until the buzzing of his tail begins to die down. ]
I can’t do anything about the pain of the past, but I can be mindful of the future. If he shows up here, Lucifer and I will both stand with you. We will help protect you and anyone else within these walls, you have my word on that. And no, I know exactly what it means, everything has a price.
[ Why is he putting up with this abuse? Now he is being toted around like a blushing bride, only he looks about as enthusiastic as a child being faced with the prospect of going to bed early. It’s quite comical, the way he just begrudgingly accepts defeat. ]
Pain in the ass—something or someone that causes trouble; a source of unhappiness. For the record, I simply have high expectations that typically don’t include being groomed and carried. In fact, I don’t believe anyone has done that before.
[ He shakes his head, but still takes a moment to keep an eye out for stragglers. Just because he isn’t killing people anymore doesn’t mean someone else is following his good lead. ]
No, I’m too tired to fight anymore. Going out there would be dangerous, they already dislikes seeing angels down here. They would have a field day with an injured one, not that I would make it easy for them. I know when I have lost.
What are your terms?
[Michael's wings fold inward and it's then, in that hanging moment between the hallway and the door, that the Sin pauses. He waits, not for a sign, but for something else. Yet that's the thing for creatures like them: it never comes, does it? All those years, all that given time, and still. Still - ]
[Greed catches the door on the back of his foot and the wood knocks hollow again his 'Shield.] Didn't you say something before? About how mine can change? Well, sounds to me like you should start taking your own advice. [Shadows carve out his face as he shoos a look down the hallway, dreamy and a million miles away even now. Sharp as he is, in the bar's empty quiet, he's softer somehow. Between the graze of neon, the dark corners, and the consistent hang of smoke, everything predatory about him fades a bit. It isn't gone completely (not with that pucker to his lip or the crookedness of his smile), but it's close enough. A momentary reprieve from his constant state of bullshit and maybe, there is something to be said. About men and monsters and the things that made them.]
[The former homunculus steps backwards, causing the curls of his toes to rck-a-tck-tck along the floor.] See, that's where we're different, Michael. Even now, if Dad asked me again, I'd give him the same fucking answer as before. But he's not here, God isn't here. So whatever role you had to play? It doesn't matter.
[A haze hangs over his face. Whether that's the bathroom letting off steam, the hallway itself, or a trick of the light is anyone's guess. But as he carries Michael out into the hall, a flutter of red teases in the corner of his eyes; the look of it like a low-burning candle shuddering in the wind. Greed hums.] Be honest with him. He might not like what you have to tell him, but doing nothing isn't gunna do you any good. You made a deal with him, right? Let him know the offer's still there, it's just that this place had other ideas in mind. Like I told you, I don't know him as well as you do, but -
[He follows the long run of the hall, claws clipping, and his voice hushes to a slur in his throat.] - suppose it's all about second chances, right? This afterlife, I mean. And sure, you might not get it right the first time, but Luce - [The Sin plants his tongue behind his teeth to trace along the roof of his mouth.] - Lucifer is still your brother. Better to tell him the truth and see what his offer is first before you make that decision for him.
[Greed lets out a soft laugh as he passes by room after room. Without the crowd, the building itself is haunted in a way: by the empty beer bottles, half-finished games of pool, and the tables and chairs pushed away in such a manner that it wouldn't be hard to imagine people there hours before.] Who said I was asking something from you? Just call it my avarice, Blues. It runs a bit deep, is all. [His tail wafts out behind him, cutting through the fog to turn off a light or two as he makes his way further.] Nothing more, nothing less.
[This time, when he feels Michael's hand on his face, he doesn't pull back. Instead, he simply tilts his grin into the touch, letting his eyes fall shut.] Can't change what's already happened. There's no point thinking about it too much. He's dead, Michael. Just the same as I am. But if he does show up, do me the favor, would you? [The Sin's eyes crease open. Under a lick of darkness, whatever body they had to them before is gone and replaced by two, hollow points of red, red, red.]
[Greed dips into a sliver of light, and they return again as if nothing happened at all.] Just stay out of it. It's not something you'll want to see, trust me on that one. [He could get angry here, but given how the night's gone, it isn't worth it.] I might not be bad, Michael. But that doesn't mean I'm entirely good either. And if you're anything like your brother, best for you to avoid seeing that mess, hmn?
[Finally, he finds himself at the door to one of the backrooms and with a nudge of his elbow, the former homunculus waltzes on in. A single leather sofa stretches across the wall; its red color illuminated by a smokey hint of neon. Greed plants his back against the door, shutting it closed with a clap.] Everything has a price, glad you've finally caught up. [But where he should be dropping the Archangel off and making himself scarce, the Sin does the exact opposite. With Michael in his hands, he heftily drops onto the corner of the couch, forcing his neck back as his horns gently graze the wall.]
Ah, no. [He corrects, wagging one finger under Michael.] You, the both of you, are sometimes a lot more trouble than you're worth. But I wouldn't say you're a source of unhappiness, or whatever the hell you just said. As for high expectations - [He frees one of his arms from Michael to dig it through the side-table drawer.]
- wouldn't call it that either. The people that come here can never live a normal kind of life, Blue Eyes. Alive or dead, that hasn't changed. Ah. [Greed snares a pack of smokes and a matchbox from the collection of odds and ends before slapping the drawer shut. He starts with the cigarettes first, thumbing the lid open.] Besides, I couldn't let you just stay up there. Wouldn't sit right with me.
[He tosses a single cigarette into his jaw and his teeth snap around the filter, bending it.] Then you'll stay here until you're good to go. I know the first time Lucifer showed up, that regeneration of his wasn't working as well. Take your time. Not like I got anything to do. [He pushes the corner of the matchbox to ease it out. While he still has some left, the assortment is slim to say the least. Greed groans to himself as he plucks a single match from the box.]
My terms, huh. [Whoof, goes the match, and the Sin watches it burn between his fingers.] Nothing. I already told you what I wanted. Start living a little. And once you're done here, make sure to reach out to that brother of yours. You can tell him whatever you want, but leave the details of our little fight out of it huh?
[And with that, he lights up his smoke and shakes out the match.]
[Greed catches the door on the back of his foot and the wood knocks hollow again his 'Shield.] Didn't you say something before? About how mine can change? Well, sounds to me like you should start taking your own advice. [Shadows carve out his face as he shoos a look down the hallway, dreamy and a million miles away even now. Sharp as he is, in the bar's empty quiet, he's softer somehow. Between the graze of neon, the dark corners, and the consistent hang of smoke, everything predatory about him fades a bit. It isn't gone completely (not with that pucker to his lip or the crookedness of his smile), but it's close enough. A momentary reprieve from his constant state of bullshit and maybe, there is something to be said. About men and monsters and the things that made them.]
[The former homunculus steps backwards, causing the curls of his toes to rck-a-tck-tck along the floor.] See, that's where we're different, Michael. Even now, if Dad asked me again, I'd give him the same fucking answer as before. But he's not here, God isn't here. So whatever role you had to play? It doesn't matter.
[A haze hangs over his face. Whether that's the bathroom letting off steam, the hallway itself, or a trick of the light is anyone's guess. But as he carries Michael out into the hall, a flutter of red teases in the corner of his eyes; the look of it like a low-burning candle shuddering in the wind. Greed hums.] Be honest with him. He might not like what you have to tell him, but doing nothing isn't gunna do you any good. You made a deal with him, right? Let him know the offer's still there, it's just that this place had other ideas in mind. Like I told you, I don't know him as well as you do, but -
[He follows the long run of the hall, claws clipping, and his voice hushes to a slur in his throat.] - suppose it's all about second chances, right? This afterlife, I mean. And sure, you might not get it right the first time, but Luce - [The Sin plants his tongue behind his teeth to trace along the roof of his mouth.] - Lucifer is still your brother. Better to tell him the truth and see what his offer is first before you make that decision for him.
[Greed lets out a soft laugh as he passes by room after room. Without the crowd, the building itself is haunted in a way: by the empty beer bottles, half-finished games of pool, and the tables and chairs pushed away in such a manner that it wouldn't be hard to imagine people there hours before.] Who said I was asking something from you? Just call it my avarice, Blues. It runs a bit deep, is all. [His tail wafts out behind him, cutting through the fog to turn off a light or two as he makes his way further.] Nothing more, nothing less.
[This time, when he feels Michael's hand on his face, he doesn't pull back. Instead, he simply tilts his grin into the touch, letting his eyes fall shut.] Can't change what's already happened. There's no point thinking about it too much. He's dead, Michael. Just the same as I am. But if he does show up, do me the favor, would you? [The Sin's eyes crease open. Under a lick of darkness, whatever body they had to them before is gone and replaced by two, hollow points of red, red, red.]
[Greed dips into a sliver of light, and they return again as if nothing happened at all.] Just stay out of it. It's not something you'll want to see, trust me on that one. [He could get angry here, but given how the night's gone, it isn't worth it.] I might not be bad, Michael. But that doesn't mean I'm entirely good either. And if you're anything like your brother, best for you to avoid seeing that mess, hmn?
[Finally, he finds himself at the door to one of the backrooms and with a nudge of his elbow, the former homunculus waltzes on in. A single leather sofa stretches across the wall; its red color illuminated by a smokey hint of neon. Greed plants his back against the door, shutting it closed with a clap.] Everything has a price, glad you've finally caught up. [But where he should be dropping the Archangel off and making himself scarce, the Sin does the exact opposite. With Michael in his hands, he heftily drops onto the corner of the couch, forcing his neck back as his horns gently graze the wall.]
Ah, no. [He corrects, wagging one finger under Michael.] You, the both of you, are sometimes a lot more trouble than you're worth. But I wouldn't say you're a source of unhappiness, or whatever the hell you just said. As for high expectations - [He frees one of his arms from Michael to dig it through the side-table drawer.]
- wouldn't call it that either. The people that come here can never live a normal kind of life, Blue Eyes. Alive or dead, that hasn't changed. Ah. [Greed snares a pack of smokes and a matchbox from the collection of odds and ends before slapping the drawer shut. He starts with the cigarettes first, thumbing the lid open.] Besides, I couldn't let you just stay up there. Wouldn't sit right with me.
[He tosses a single cigarette into his jaw and his teeth snap around the filter, bending it.] Then you'll stay here until you're good to go. I know the first time Lucifer showed up, that regeneration of his wasn't working as well. Take your time. Not like I got anything to do. [He pushes the corner of the matchbox to ease it out. While he still has some left, the assortment is slim to say the least. Greed groans to himself as he plucks a single match from the box.]
My terms, huh. [Whoof, goes the match, and the Sin watches it burn between his fingers.] Nothing. I already told you what I wanted. Start living a little. And once you're done here, make sure to reach out to that brother of yours. You can tell him whatever you want, but leave the details of our little fight out of it huh?
[And with that, he lights up his smoke and shakes out the match.]
Anyone can change with the right attitude, but changing for us can lead to ruin. The higher you climb, the further the fall. I haven’t voiced my opposition not because I’m cowardly, but because, right now, I am one of the few allies Hell has. When they see what I have seen and finally understand, then I can speak candidly. I can’t help him if I’m down there with him, can I?
The walls have ears, Greed, you should know that better than anyone. Even here, I am careful with what I say. There are many versions of Heaven, I’ve found, and just as many versions of Him. If He does arrive here, who can say if it will be a magnanimous God or a spiteful one? The slope is a slippery one, but I intend to cross it.
[ The softness on the face of the former homunculus gives him pause, and he does find himself staring. He wonders what train of thought brought it on and how often he shows it to people — then he gets his answer. ]
It isn’t that simple, my role is all I’ve ever had. We were created for a sole purpose, I am having a difficult time moving beyond that. The fact that God isn’t here, anywhere, is alarming. Ever the dutiful son, I suppose, I strive for his approval even when he isn’t here to give it.
[ There is an amusement in his voice that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It hurts and, through no fault of God’s, he feels like he has been abandoned here. The only guidance he can rely on is what he has obtained over the years, and none of it included arriving in a place like this. ]
You do realize you can call him by a nickname, don’t you? A long time ago, I used to call him Luci. [ There is that fondness, because he is speaking of the person who means most to him in this world. ] When we met each other here again, aside from some of the animosity I expected, it was as if no time had passed. He said that seeing Father here first changed things. A small mercy.
My honesty is the problem, I’ve never been one to mince words and the years apart haven't done that any favors. If anything, it has gotten worse. Slow and steady wins the race, I suppose. I’ll try and keep that in mind next time, I think handling him with kid gloves would only piss him off more. He would call it babying.
[ And he would be right. ]
Your avarice is going to be the death of you. A bit deep? How modest you are. If your avarice were a geological point on Earth, it would be the Mariana Trench. [ A pause, where he studies him for a moment and recalls the time period he came from. ] It is the deepest point on the planet, at the bottom of the ocean. I’m saying your avarice is a bottomless pit.
[ Just in case there was any confusion. At the next bit, he furrows his brows and doesn’t say anything, as if unsure. Finally: ] That isn’t something I can promise you, but I can say that I won’t go looking for him. However, you know that Lucifer will fight for his friends. He won’t hear it from me but, if he does realize your relationship is antagonistic, and Wrath does threaten you upon arrival, he won’t sit idly by and observe it. You are important to him, and he is important to me. If it comes to it, I will step in.
I’m nothing like my brother. Lucifer sees something and sees possibilities, whereas I see something and only think of its practical uses. He strives for peace, while I wait for another war. [ He wants peace as well, but knows the likelihood grows slimmer each day. ] Is that your deep, dark secret? If you were inherently bad, I wouldn’t be here, Greed, and I’m not naive enough to believe in scary stories. You are a mess, but I’m still here.
[ Yeah, that is certainly something, he wasn’t expecting him to stick around, but it doesn’t seem to bother him either. A sudden laugh gets pulled out of him, and he looks up at him. ] Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Sometimes I think I could cheerfully strangle you, but that would put my piety into question.
You are harboring an angel in Hell that killed a demon, and all you want in return is for me to climb out from under my Father’s shadow? I’m sure you are already aware of this, but you are a strange man, Greed.
[ Rather than a jab, there is a smidge of fondness there. This is yet another example of how they were wrong, not all Sinners are repulsive monsters hellbent on turning those of a weaker constitution away from the light. This one has his own motives, yes, but aside from their battle, he has never felt unsafe here.
Mindful of the cigarette, Michael shifts his body so he can reach up with both hands and tilt Greed’s face down a fraction. He begins to murmur a string of words in a different language against his forehead, something older than the Earth itself. He might recognize a few of them if he has ever heard Lucifer speak the language. Otherwise, the only distinguishing one will be the quiet Amen at the end.
He seals the prayer with a chaste kiss planted in the middle of his forehead, then wordlessly moves to slide off of his lap and onto the opposite side of the couch. He lays down on his side, head against the arm of the couch, before curling a wing so he can survey it. Michael is meticulous in the way he goes over the feathers, checking Greed’s work thoroughly. ]
I’m not a fool, of course I have no intention of telling him. I don’t enjoy worrying him needlessly. We both survived, we can leave it at that. The only fortunate part is I wasn’t in possession of my sword. You wouldn’t have crept away relatively unscathed if I had it.
[ He curls himself up to make himself smaller at first, not wanting to crowd the other man with his limbs. Eventually, however, he stretches his legs out across Greed’s lap and seems to get comfortable. ]
.. it was a prayer, for protection. If anyone is in need of one, it’s you.
The walls have ears, Greed, you should know that better than anyone. Even here, I am careful with what I say. There are many versions of Heaven, I’ve found, and just as many versions of Him. If He does arrive here, who can say if it will be a magnanimous God or a spiteful one? The slope is a slippery one, but I intend to cross it.
[ The softness on the face of the former homunculus gives him pause, and he does find himself staring. He wonders what train of thought brought it on and how often he shows it to people — then he gets his answer. ]
It isn’t that simple, my role is all I’ve ever had. We were created for a sole purpose, I am having a difficult time moving beyond that. The fact that God isn’t here, anywhere, is alarming. Ever the dutiful son, I suppose, I strive for his approval even when he isn’t here to give it.
[ There is an amusement in his voice that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It hurts and, through no fault of God’s, he feels like he has been abandoned here. The only guidance he can rely on is what he has obtained over the years, and none of it included arriving in a place like this. ]
You do realize you can call him by a nickname, don’t you? A long time ago, I used to call him Luci. [ There is that fondness, because he is speaking of the person who means most to him in this world. ] When we met each other here again, aside from some of the animosity I expected, it was as if no time had passed. He said that seeing Father here first changed things. A small mercy.
My honesty is the problem, I’ve never been one to mince words and the years apart haven't done that any favors. If anything, it has gotten worse. Slow and steady wins the race, I suppose. I’ll try and keep that in mind next time, I think handling him with kid gloves would only piss him off more. He would call it babying.
[ And he would be right. ]
Your avarice is going to be the death of you. A bit deep? How modest you are. If your avarice were a geological point on Earth, it would be the Mariana Trench. [ A pause, where he studies him for a moment and recalls the time period he came from. ] It is the deepest point on the planet, at the bottom of the ocean. I’m saying your avarice is a bottomless pit.
[ Just in case there was any confusion. At the next bit, he furrows his brows and doesn’t say anything, as if unsure. Finally: ] That isn’t something I can promise you, but I can say that I won’t go looking for him. However, you know that Lucifer will fight for his friends. He won’t hear it from me but, if he does realize your relationship is antagonistic, and Wrath does threaten you upon arrival, he won’t sit idly by and observe it. You are important to him, and he is important to me. If it comes to it, I will step in.
I’m nothing like my brother. Lucifer sees something and sees possibilities, whereas I see something and only think of its practical uses. He strives for peace, while I wait for another war. [ He wants peace as well, but knows the likelihood grows slimmer each day. ] Is that your deep, dark secret? If you were inherently bad, I wouldn’t be here, Greed, and I’m not naive enough to believe in scary stories. You are a mess, but I’m still here.
[ Yeah, that is certainly something, he wasn’t expecting him to stick around, but it doesn’t seem to bother him either. A sudden laugh gets pulled out of him, and he looks up at him. ] Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Sometimes I think I could cheerfully strangle you, but that would put my piety into question.
You are harboring an angel in Hell that killed a demon, and all you want in return is for me to climb out from under my Father’s shadow? I’m sure you are already aware of this, but you are a strange man, Greed.
[ Rather than a jab, there is a smidge of fondness there. This is yet another example of how they were wrong, not all Sinners are repulsive monsters hellbent on turning those of a weaker constitution away from the light. This one has his own motives, yes, but aside from their battle, he has never felt unsafe here.
Mindful of the cigarette, Michael shifts his body so he can reach up with both hands and tilt Greed’s face down a fraction. He begins to murmur a string of words in a different language against his forehead, something older than the Earth itself. He might recognize a few of them if he has ever heard Lucifer speak the language. Otherwise, the only distinguishing one will be the quiet Amen at the end.
He seals the prayer with a chaste kiss planted in the middle of his forehead, then wordlessly moves to slide off of his lap and onto the opposite side of the couch. He lays down on his side, head against the arm of the couch, before curling a wing so he can survey it. Michael is meticulous in the way he goes over the feathers, checking Greed’s work thoroughly. ]
I’m not a fool, of course I have no intention of telling him. I don’t enjoy worrying him needlessly. We both survived, we can leave it at that. The only fortunate part is I wasn’t in possession of my sword. You wouldn’t have crept away relatively unscathed if I had it.
[ He curls himself up to make himself smaller at first, not wanting to crowd the other man with his limbs. Eventually, however, he stretches his legs out across Greed’s lap and seems to get comfortable. ]
.. it was a prayer, for protection. If anyone is in need of one, it’s you.
[All along his face, the smoke plays its tricks. From the tip (bright orange and burning low) to the swirls that finger around his chin like a dead-lover's caress, it knots itself around him; the thin trails tightening and loosening between the neon glow as softly as secrets, whispered through the cracks.]
[Greed inhales, and the tip of his cigarette bristles; the crackle of crinkling paper, brisk and sharp.] Mn. Can't say you're wrong. There's always rumors, Michael. And you're right. Information is worth a lot in my line of work. That much hasn't changed. So, I guess we'll just leave it that, then. A little secret between you and me.
[The tips of his teeth sink into the filter, causing it to bleed out a leak of silvery-blue along his lip. It's stagnant and still; the look of it like incense rolling over its burner. The former homunculus settles his back against the sofa and as the leather meets his skin with a damp groan, he folds one leg over the other and a small snort puffs around his nose.] Ha, not sure you'd like the other nicknames I got for your brother. [He charms in, the smile on his face merely a crack. He reaches down to press Michael lightly on the chest with his finger.] Not that I got anything to hide, mind. But fine. Luce it is.
Y'know, I was ready to fight you then, right? [Using his chin as a tipping point, he urges his head lazily against his shoulder and the earring in his ear pats softly against his cheek.] Glad we kept things peaceful. Believe it or not, I like you, Blue Eyes. Even if you do have a habit of making things a lot more complicated than they have to be. [With his other hand, the former homunculus cups the cigarette as he takes another long drag. And while the tip of it shrinks, while the ash grows, he lets it all tumble down; the small dump of dust all but forgotten on the floor.]
[Greed places his arm back across the sofa, leaving the smoke to fume between his fingers. When he barks again, the sound is much softer than before. Softer, but no less demanding.] Gahaha! Nothing modest about me. I am Greed, remember? I want everything you can think of. So, you're right. My avarice doesn't have any limits. [Without thinking about it, he thumbs the end of his cigarette, sending a sprinkling soot into the air.] Just hope you're not gunna hold it against me.
[He shifts then when the subject of Wrath comes up again. It's a subtle movement - a slight twist of his hip, the way his shoulders seem to pull inward just a hair. The former homunculus lifts his arm and as he guides the cigarette back to his face, he eats away at it. He lets the tobacco pillow on his tongue, bitter and dry. Because he can still see it all as clear as day: his charging blindly into a fight they could never win, the drowned lumps of bodies floating in a sewer, the hot cut of steel slicing cleanly through his throat, leaving him pinned up against cold brick like a trembling, dying bug. Wrath, at the end of it all, with a smile on his face he never truly deserved.]
[The Sin exhales and pinches the end of his cigarette, snuffing it with a hiss.] Wouldn't do you much good, anyway. No one stays dead here, right? What's the point? [He examines what's left of his cigarette and as the embers blink out, he tosses it into a nearby tray.] No, if he does show up, you won't like what I plan to do, Michael. Besides, he doesn't have the same things we do. It'd be too easy for either of you, and he already died on me once before I had my chance. So, best to avoid it.
[And oh, how close he is to a threat. In the form of his teeth as they walk the line between sharp points and curving tusks. Thankfully, they settle on the former and as Greed shrugs, he shoos the whole thing away with a lazy, half-hearted flick of the wrist.] Ehh, Luce is trying to make a new life for himself here. Can't say I blame him for avoiding things like that. Leave it guys like us, right? [He peels open one of his eyes, shooting a look towards Michael.] I'm no stranger to war, Michael. Kinda a whole thing back where I'm from. And maybe you should. Don't think just because I left the rest of 'em it means I'm entirely innocent either.
[Hearing Michael laugh (actually laugh), the Sin arches an eyebrow. Then, without missing a single beat, he joins in; the noise in his throat, short and wheezy.] You could try. But again, strangling me isn't gunna really cut it. I'll just come back. Now, if you really want to kill me, you'll have to try a bit harder. [Greed taps the side of his temple with his claw once, twice.] Still won't do much, but it'll save you a whole lot of time over choking me out.
[But then, everything changes. Everything changes and as Michael grabs his face, the Sin goes stark stiff. He can hear Michael talking (with those words, those old words, those foreign words), can feel his breath on his forehead, and all he can do is watch. Watch the wall and all of its grit and layered-over graffiti as a whisper of someone (someones) tickles at the back of his skull:]
["Friendship isn't something you can just forget!"]
["Do you want to be allies?"]
["Wait - !"]
[Greed feels Michael slip off his lap and the grin on his face creases up one side of his jaw.] Saying a little prayer for me now, are you? Wouldn't worry yourself too much, Blues. I'll be fine. I always come back, right? [He hums. Whether he's thinking about it or if it's just simply his nature, the former homunculus drops one of his hands onto Michael's leg. And it isn't a lewd gesture, nor is crude. It's simply a weight; a weight of a touch, and ah, if anyone could have ever guessed it would be them, the two of them, here - ]
[The last of the cigarette smoke thins on the ceiling, and the Sin rolls his ankle.] Guess you'll just have to try harder, won't you? [He teases as his knuckle runs circles on Michael's skin.] Ah, well. Another time. But you should get some rest there, Blues. I'll make sure no one comes in to bother you. Fair enough?
[Greed inhales, and the tip of his cigarette bristles; the crackle of crinkling paper, brisk and sharp.] Mn. Can't say you're wrong. There's always rumors, Michael. And you're right. Information is worth a lot in my line of work. That much hasn't changed. So, I guess we'll just leave it that, then. A little secret between you and me.
[The tips of his teeth sink into the filter, causing it to bleed out a leak of silvery-blue along his lip. It's stagnant and still; the look of it like incense rolling over its burner. The former homunculus settles his back against the sofa and as the leather meets his skin with a damp groan, he folds one leg over the other and a small snort puffs around his nose.] Ha, not sure you'd like the other nicknames I got for your brother. [He charms in, the smile on his face merely a crack. He reaches down to press Michael lightly on the chest with his finger.] Not that I got anything to hide, mind. But fine. Luce it is.
Y'know, I was ready to fight you then, right? [Using his chin as a tipping point, he urges his head lazily against his shoulder and the earring in his ear pats softly against his cheek.] Glad we kept things peaceful. Believe it or not, I like you, Blue Eyes. Even if you do have a habit of making things a lot more complicated than they have to be. [With his other hand, the former homunculus cups the cigarette as he takes another long drag. And while the tip of it shrinks, while the ash grows, he lets it all tumble down; the small dump of dust all but forgotten on the floor.]
[Greed places his arm back across the sofa, leaving the smoke to fume between his fingers. When he barks again, the sound is much softer than before. Softer, but no less demanding.] Gahaha! Nothing modest about me. I am Greed, remember? I want everything you can think of. So, you're right. My avarice doesn't have any limits. [Without thinking about it, he thumbs the end of his cigarette, sending a sprinkling soot into the air.] Just hope you're not gunna hold it against me.
[He shifts then when the subject of Wrath comes up again. It's a subtle movement - a slight twist of his hip, the way his shoulders seem to pull inward just a hair. The former homunculus lifts his arm and as he guides the cigarette back to his face, he eats away at it. He lets the tobacco pillow on his tongue, bitter and dry. Because he can still see it all as clear as day: his charging blindly into a fight they could never win, the drowned lumps of bodies floating in a sewer, the hot cut of steel slicing cleanly through his throat, leaving him pinned up against cold brick like a trembling, dying bug. Wrath, at the end of it all, with a smile on his face he never truly deserved.]
[The Sin exhales and pinches the end of his cigarette, snuffing it with a hiss.] Wouldn't do you much good, anyway. No one stays dead here, right? What's the point? [He examines what's left of his cigarette and as the embers blink out, he tosses it into a nearby tray.] No, if he does show up, you won't like what I plan to do, Michael. Besides, he doesn't have the same things we do. It'd be too easy for either of you, and he already died on me once before I had my chance. So, best to avoid it.
[And oh, how close he is to a threat. In the form of his teeth as they walk the line between sharp points and curving tusks. Thankfully, they settle on the former and as Greed shrugs, he shoos the whole thing away with a lazy, half-hearted flick of the wrist.] Ehh, Luce is trying to make a new life for himself here. Can't say I blame him for avoiding things like that. Leave it guys like us, right? [He peels open one of his eyes, shooting a look towards Michael.] I'm no stranger to war, Michael. Kinda a whole thing back where I'm from. And maybe you should. Don't think just because I left the rest of 'em it means I'm entirely innocent either.
[Hearing Michael laugh (actually laugh), the Sin arches an eyebrow. Then, without missing a single beat, he joins in; the noise in his throat, short and wheezy.] You could try. But again, strangling me isn't gunna really cut it. I'll just come back. Now, if you really want to kill me, you'll have to try a bit harder. [Greed taps the side of his temple with his claw once, twice.] Still won't do much, but it'll save you a whole lot of time over choking me out.
[But then, everything changes. Everything changes and as Michael grabs his face, the Sin goes stark stiff. He can hear Michael talking (with those words, those old words, those foreign words), can feel his breath on his forehead, and all he can do is watch. Watch the wall and all of its grit and layered-over graffiti as a whisper of someone (someones) tickles at the back of his skull:]
["Friendship isn't something you can just forget!"]
["Do you want to be allies?"]
["Wait - !"]
[Greed feels Michael slip off his lap and the grin on his face creases up one side of his jaw.] Saying a little prayer for me now, are you? Wouldn't worry yourself too much, Blues. I'll be fine. I always come back, right? [He hums. Whether he's thinking about it or if it's just simply his nature, the former homunculus drops one of his hands onto Michael's leg. And it isn't a lewd gesture, nor is crude. It's simply a weight; a weight of a touch, and ah, if anyone could have ever guessed it would be them, the two of them, here - ]
[The last of the cigarette smoke thins on the ceiling, and the Sin rolls his ankle.] Guess you'll just have to try harder, won't you? [He teases as his knuckle runs circles on Michael's skin.] Ah, well. Another time. But you should get some rest there, Blues. I'll make sure no one comes in to bother you. Fair enough?
"Um, someone called Nobunaga Oda told me to contact you to get parts. I'm going to be building a gift for someone named Klaus. I could use parts of other projects too."
oda ? ha! so the little pissant said to come to me huh ?
well that depends. what kind of parts are you lookin for exactly?
ah that partner of his. sure. let me know what you need and i can see what i can do
well that depends. what kind of parts are you lookin for exactly?
ah that partner of his. sure. let me know what you need and i can see what i can do
[She frowned at that kind of language, but steeled herself. This was for parts.]
"For the gift I need the parts to build a karaoke machine. So..."
[She then included a long list that had everything one needed to build a karaoke machine from scratch plus some others that... was it going to explode? And.. those articulated joints... was it going to walk...? What in the Goddess' name was she planning?]
"And then for my own project, to start..."
[And another long list, this one even more befuddling. Lots of things to make weapons and explosives but also... good luck charms? Servos? Computer chips and... ice cream. That was absolutely ice cream on the list.]
"For the gift I need the parts to build a karaoke machine. So..."
[She then included a long list that had everything one needed to build a karaoke machine from scratch plus some others that... was it going to explode? And.. those articulated joints... was it going to walk...? What in the Goddess' name was she planning?]
"And then for my own project, to start..."
[And another long list, this one even more befuddling. Lots of things to make weapons and explosives but also... good luck charms? Servos? Computer chips and... ice cream. That was absolutely ice cream on the list.]
oi oi slow down there huh ? what did our little king tell hyou exctly?
i can get some of it but the rest is gunna be a bit tricky. i run a bar friend not a pawn shop. just what are you tryin g to make here?
[This is all coming up Automail mechanic for him. And the technology part? Oh, is that beyond him in every sense of the word. Still - ]
all right. i;ll see what i can do. but what are you planning on giving inn exhcnge? oda did tell you right? the name's not just a name friend
i can get some of it but the rest is gunna be a bit tricky. i run a bar friend not a pawn shop. just what are you tryin g to make here?
[This is all coming up Automail mechanic for him. And the technology part? Oh, is that beyond him in every sense of the word. Still - ]
all right. i;ll see what i can do. but what are you planning on giving inn exhcnge? oda did tell you right? the name's not just a name friend
"Little... king?" [She was so confused.]
"I'm trying to make a karaoke machine as a gift for someone, and some robots for me. And I can pay with my hands."
[Wait, what had Belldandy told her to say instead? Oh. Right.]
"I mean I can work for it. Want me to build something for you too? Like an anti-demon machine?"
"I'm trying to make a karaoke machine as a gift for someone, and some robots for me. And I can pay with my hands."
[Wait, what had Belldandy told her to say instead? Oh. Right.]
"I mean I can work for it. Want me to build something for you too? Like an anti-demon machine?"
its a nickname chief. dont tell me hyou dont hve those where you come from
dont know much about robots or whatever a karaoke machine is. but i should be able to find some of the things on your list
[There's a pause before he answers again. Just who has Oda sent his way?]
ha! thatd be a little stupid friend since i am a demon now. but theres a couple of things ive been looking to do here. tell you what. i'll see what i can find. and then we can talk abou t what you can give me in return. fair enough?
dont know much about robots or whatever a karaoke machine is. but i should be able to find some of the things on your list
[There's a pause before he answers again. Just who has Oda sent his way?]
ha! thatd be a little stupid friend since i am a demon now. but theres a couple of things ive been looking to do here. tell you what. i'll see what i can find. and then we can talk abou t what you can give me in return. fair enough?
"Y...You're a demon?!" [She asked horrified. Desire for parts warred with the fact that she was a Goddess and was supposed to be at war with the Demons. But they had just helped Hild... and she was as bad as they came. And there was Mara... She wished Belldandy was here to ask.... She... should probably get some good luck charms. Just to be sure....]
?? well i wasnt before all of this if thats what youre asking. oda did tell you right ?
its hell friend. think that kinda comes with the territory. but dont get the wromng idea. like i said i wasnt a demon before this. ah doesnt matter.
dont tell me youre one of those. the self righteous sort. what did youu think i was? the name is greed afterall
its hell friend. think that kinda comes with the territory. but dont get the wromng idea. like i said i wasnt a demon before this. ah doesnt matter.
dont tell me youre one of those. the self righteous sort. what did youu think i was? the name is greed afterall
"I'm a Goddes..." [she said, still unclear why this wasn't obvious to anyone just instantly.] "We've been in a market share war with the Demons since what feels like forever.... But I've never met anyone named Greed among Demons or Goddesses or even humans...."
oh ho ! a goddess huh ? isnt that somthing
ah thats the thing. i was never a demon to begin with. not a humman either. homunuclus. wouldnt happen to know what that is would you ?
ah thats the thing. i was never a demon to begin with. not a humman either. homunuclus. wouldnt happen to know what that is would you ?
"An artificial being that isn't mechanical, usually small. Rare, but various ways of creation, including human style birth."
[That one she knew.]
[That one she knew.]
well you got part of it right. but theres nothing small about me friend
and i wasnt born like humans. none of us were. but we're artificial through and through. thats what i am. or was befre here
and i wasnt born like humans. none of us were. but we're artificial through and through. thats what i am. or was befre here
"Huh. Well, if you're not mechanical, I can't really fix you. Even if you are artificial. I mean... I am a genius so I could probably figure it out... but... I really probably should just stick to robots."
[And not Demons. She wasn't quite sure what would happen if she made a mistake - not that she ever would! Genius and all! But... still.]
[And not Demons. She wasn't quite sure what would happen if she made a mistake - not that she ever would! Genius and all! But... still.]
ah thats the thing. theres nothing about me to fix sweetheart. and even if you tried it wouldnt last
so we;ll just keep it simple. drop by the nest in the next couple of days. shouldnt take me too long to find some of it
ah and is it just miss goddess or do you have a name ?
so we;ll just keep it simple. drop by the nest in the next couple of days. shouldnt take me too long to find some of it
ah and is it just miss goddess or do you have a name ?
"I didn't mean you are broken, I meant if you break. You... live in a nest?" [Confused Goddess was confused.]
"I'm Skuld, Goddess Second-Class, Type One (limited). Super genius."
"I'm Skuld, Goddess Second-Class, Type One (limited). Super genius."
would take a whole lot more to break me than you thinkk friend. don't worry about it
the nest. the devil's nest. it's a bar my bar
skuld then. pleasures all mine. so how fast do you need all this exctly?
the nest. the devil's nest. it's a bar my bar
skuld then. pleasures all mine. so how fast do you need all this exctly?
"You called a bar a nest? What kind of birds could nest in that?" [Was it a chocolate bar? A candy bar? Or like a wooden bar or a metal bar? She was so confused. And as a genius with an ego larger than the Earth, she wasn't used to being confused this badly.]
"Um, a few hours before whenever the party for Klaus is..."
"Um, a few hours before whenever the party for Klaus is..."
[Greed has to take a good, long minute to stare at the ceiling. Is he not being clear? How could he not be more clear?]
[SOS: Save Our Sin.]
the devil's nest sweetheart. its the name of it. its not. ahh jeez
its where people go to get drunk. or have fun. spend their money and spill some info. dont you have those where youre from?
hyeah yeah fine you;ll get it. just tell the little pissant he owes me
[SOS: Save Our Sin.]
the devil's nest sweetheart. its the name of it. its not. ahh jeez
its where people go to get drunk. or have fun. spend their money and spill some info. dont you have those where youre from?
hyeah yeah fine you;ll get it. just tell the little pissant he owes me
"Oh, Urd goes to karaoke for that mostly, I think. Well, except when she drinks her booze at the temple. But we can have fun lots of places. And spending money is best at a mechanical parts shop, isn't it?"
"Thank you for the parts, though." [She wasn't sure what that word meant though... Maybe his mispronounced peasant?]
"Thank you for the parts, though." [She wasn't sure what that word meant though... Maybe his mispronounced peasant?]
urd ?
eehh if thats what youre into i guess. wouldnt know. onmly needed an automail mechanic a few times
yeah yeah save your thankss woould ya ? dont need em. if you cant make it tell oda he can come grab whtever i find from the bar
and dont forget to tell him he owes me
eehh if thats what youre into i guess. wouldnt know. onmly needed an automail mechanic a few times
yeah yeah save your thankss woould ya ? dont need em. if you cant make it tell oda he can come grab whtever i find from the bar
and dont forget to tell him he owes me
"Okay, I'll tell him. But Belldandy said that saying thank you is magic, so I should always say it when I am grateful. So thank you."
[He may or may not be staring at the ceiling.]
[Why does no one listen to him?]
[Ugh.]
ya ya dont mention it
[Why does no one listen to him?]
[Ugh.]
ya ya dont mention it
[ the contents of the message contain two attachments: one is a close up of a cat and the other is that same cat laying on top of his paperwork, stretched out as if purposely keeping him from his work, with Michael in the background looking exasperated. ]
Is this another one of your unnecessary favors? He refuses to move and is just as stubborn as you are.
Is this another one of your unnecessary favors? He refuses to move and is just as stubborn as you are.
[Excuse him, he's basking in this for a second. There's nothing quite as sweet as just desserts, is there?]
can't take credit for that one blues. looks like someones takin a liking to you. ha ! and the cats got the right idea. havent we alredy had a talk about that papr work of yours ?
you wuldnt like me as much if i wasnt. wonder if its one of kams. old bat does know a few of em down here
can't take credit for that one blues. looks like someones takin a liking to you. ha ! and the cats got the right idea. havent we alredy had a talk about that papr work of yours ?
you wuldnt like me as much if i wasnt. wonder if its one of kams. old bat does know a few of em down here
[ he won’t be laughing when kitty pets his new jacket. ]
His company is enjoyable when he isn’t chewing on my work.
He followed me home from there, it’s a possibility. I’ve decided to name him Argus, it means watchful guardian. Considering where he came from, I thought it was fitting for him to have this.
His company is enjoyable when he isn’t chewing on my work.
He followed me home from there, it’s a possibility. I’ve decided to name him Argus, it means watchful guardian. Considering where he came from, I thought it was fitting for him to have this.
is that righbt. ha ! call me surprisd blue eyes. finally takin the hint ?
eeh of course you did. argus huh.
your choice. you do knoww how cats work righ t? but guess it fits ya doesnt it
your choice. you do knoww how cats work righ t? but guess it fits ya doesnt it
tht paperwork of yours. this isnt your heaven remember ? not muchh point in it
[He's just going to take a second. Because of course that's Michael's answer.]
always gotta be so formal about it ? theyll go wherevr they want. but i guess you got one on me. the ones back homme could always tell what i was. suppose thats just their instinct huh?
[He can't lie, so he's just gunna skip that whole part about having a collection of them. The heart wants what the heart wants. And avarice wants it all, doesn't it?]
[He's just going to take a second. Because of course that's Michael's answer.]
always gotta be so formal about it ? theyll go wherevr they want. but i guess you got one on me. the ones back homme could always tell what i was. suppose thats just their instinct huh?
[He can't lie, so he's just gunna skip that whole part about having a collection of them. The heart wants what the heart wants. And avarice wants it all, doesn't it?]
I will set aside my paperwork when you limit your avarice.
[ Is that possible for Greed? Of course not, so there is his answer. ]
Did I word it awkwardly? I suppose I will just have to bring him with me next time to dispel these rumors. I think you will be pleasantly surprised.
[ Argus, don’t do him dirty and run, he will never hear the end of it. ]
[ Is that possible for Greed? Of course not, so there is his answer. ]
Did I word it awkwardly? I suppose I will just have to bring him with me next time to dispel these rumors. I think you will be pleasantly surprised.
[ Argus, don’t do him dirty and run, he will never hear the end of it. ]
tch you know thats not gunna happen. but suit yourself hmn ? cheeky little shit
ah well not sure how kam's gunna tkae that. you know how she is. make sure yours knows how this thing works beforehand would ya ? wouldnt want things to get out of hand
ah well not sure how kam's gunna tkae that. you know how she is. make sure yours knows how this thing works beforehand would ya ? wouldnt want things to get out of hand
Then it seems we have reached an impasse, how ever will we move forward?
I plan to not only inform him of the rules, but also bring Kamora a gift to make up for the imposition. He will be on his best behavior, I can assure you of that much, he seemed pleased when I mentioned visiting Hell again.
I plan to not only inform him of the rules, but also bring Kamora a gift to make up for the imposition. He will be on his best behavior, I can assure you of that much, he seemed pleased when I mentioned visiting Hell again.
oh hoho gunna be a pissnt now ?
well dont be surprised if she isnt as giving as i am. as for visitin well. doors always open to you. and you know where to find me
i;ll make sure to have your usual ready. just let me kno w when youre coming would ya?
well dont be surprised if she isnt as giving as i am. as for visitin well. doors always open to you. and you know where to find me
i;ll make sure to have your usual ready. just let me kno w when youre coming would ya?
ha ! all right then blues. have it your way
oi oi no need to be so formal remmrber? she may own the building but its still my bar. if shes got a problem she can come talk to me
how many times am i gunna have to tell you? save your thanks for somone who needs it. but yeah sure. it'll be here whenver you decide to come on by
oi oi no need to be so formal remmrber? she may own the building but its still my bar. if shes got a problem she can come talk to me
how many times am i gunna have to tell you? save your thanks for somone who needs it. but yeah sure. it'll be here whenver you decide to come on by
now thats an intersting question. not really the tupe to ask me for anything. youve got my attention blue eyes
what do you want exactly ?
what do you want exactly ?
I’m asking you because I know you won’t hold back.
I need you, and two other people, to punch me in the face. There are no strings attached and I won’t retaliate after.
I was given a task to complete and that’s the only way I can get back what they took from me when I first arrived here.
I need you, and two other people, to punch me in the face. There are no strings attached and I won’t retaliate after.
I was given a task to complete and that’s the only way I can get back what they took from me when I first arrived here.
no i wont. never saw the point
[There's a delay on his end. Because did he read that right? Did he actually read that right? Well, he's said it before, hasn't he? Who would he be to deny anyone.]
kinda an odd thing to ask for. and i'm not gunna say no there feathers bt are you sure? seems like a whole hell of a lot of troubl e. but eh. suit yourself. s long as youre not about to hold it against me. how hard we talkin?
and your place or mine ?
[There's a delay on his end. Because did he read that right? Did he actually read that right? Well, he's said it before, hasn't he? Who would he be to deny anyone.]
kinda an odd thing to ask for. and i'm not gunna say no there feathers bt are you sure? seems like a whole hell of a lot of troubl e. but eh. suit yourself. s long as youre not about to hold it against me. how hard we talkin?
and your place or mine ?
then we;ll make it easy. kam has the space for it. meet me at the nest whenebver youre ready
as hard as i can. you do realize what youre asking for right? just keep that in mind once we're done.
as hard as i can. you do realize what youre asking for right? just keep that in mind once we're done.
That suits me just fine, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Do you need anything while I’m up here?
And you know I’m not a china doll, I can handle your worst. They were adamant about the stipulation and I’d rather not spend the entire day getting punched by people unwilling to commit.
And you know I’m not a china doll, I can handle your worst. They were adamant about the stipulation and I’d rather not spend the entire day getting punched by people unwilling to commit.
kind of a stupid question blues. i always need something. but no. just make sure you bring it your all. i wont hold back and i'll expect the same.
ha ! this place is really making you work for it huh? fine then. but skip the suit this time. think you can manage that?
i;ll be in the basement. just let yourself in
ha ! this place is really making you work for it huh? fine then. but skip the suit this time. think you can manage that?
i;ll be in the basement. just let yourself in
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Greed? Are you down here?
[ He doesn’t reply back but, true to his word, he is walking into the basement less than ten minutes later, carefully descending to search for him. ]
It was far from a stupid question, by the way. It was my attempt to figure out what I could get you to thank you for helping me. Now you’ll simply have to settle for what is in this bag.
[ Which he waggles noisily to lure him out of whatever corner he is hiding in. Inside of it? An assortment of bath bombs which, after last month, he knows he enjoys. As if he was going to find himself in a strange bathroom and not survey it.
When Greed does emerge, he’ll find that Michael did opt to forego the suit in favor of something a bit more comfortable and casual, with his sleeves hiked up. Greed is right, best not to bloody up one of his suits. ]
Thank you for humoring me.
[ He doesn’t reply back but, true to his word, he is walking into the basement less than ten minutes later, carefully descending to search for him. ]
It was far from a stupid question, by the way. It was my attempt to figure out what I could get you to thank you for helping me. Now you’ll simply have to settle for what is in this bag.
[ Which he waggles noisily to lure him out of whatever corner he is hiding in. Inside of it? An assortment of bath bombs which, after last month, he knows he enjoys. As if he was going to find himself in a strange bathroom and not survey it.
When Greed does emerge, he’ll find that Michael did opt to forego the suit in favor of something a bit more comfortable and casual, with his sleeves hiked up. Greed is right, best not to bloody up one of his suits. ]
Thank you for humoring me.
[While he doesn't answer, by the way the door to the basement waits open and wide, it's all too clear where he is. Without a crowd to drown them out, a few of the bulbs down below hum in the quiet; their sound a white noise, electrified and dim. The basement itself isn't exactly bright. Between the grit-speckled lights and sprawling halls, it stands like a maze of sorts. A maze of dark corners, darker shadows, and endless turns that seem to go on forever in a maddening loop.]
[And of course, there's stuff: barrels of liquor, crates with only God-knows-what inside, cash, junk, what may have once been a grandfather clock, now stripped bare. A single rat scampers when Michael makes his way down, its whiskers twitching worriedly.]
[Finally though, the Sin chimes in and when he speaks, his voice shudders. A low, raspy note:] Where else would I be? [He asks, dragging himself out from one of the backrooms. With his claws wrapped around the doorframe, he slips from the gloom and the red of his eyes shrinks away.] And it's still a stupid question. I want everything, Michael. Haven't we gone through this already?
[He lightly touches his lips together, smarmy and cool. From the look of things, he's been busy doing something. His vest is missing, a thin smear of oil touches along his cheek. Greed tilts his head and as he turns his attention on Michael, he thumbs his chin.] Thanking me? For what? Don't think what I'm about to do to you is something you typically thank someone for.
[Still, he plucks up the bag by the handle and the tips of his claws sink through the paper.] After. [He slurs, showing off a sliver of teeth.] You can decide on whether or not to thank me then. Just don't take it personally. It was you who asked for it, after all. [The length of his tail swipes behind him, throwing up a cloud of rich, char-thick soot. Greed leads on ahead and as he moves down the hall, he elbows a switch, causing the lights up above to shiver; their brightness masked in a milky, hazy film.]
[Without an event to be had, the room for Fight Night is a little less cluttered than usual. The chairs that would normally circle around the cage have been stacked against a far wall, leaving most of the floor empty. Greed sets the bag down near a corner. He settles the side of his boot against it, urging it up along the concrete wall with a gentle shove.] So, one punch? That's it, and you get that sword of yours back? [The question comes with a roll of his neck and as his bones pop, the former homunculus languidly runs the butt of his palm against the back of his head.]
Suppose it's not a bad deal, but it still seems like a whole lotta trouble. [While his arm drops back to his side, his 'Shield rises. Up, up, up his arms, it goes; its shine of carbon glinting like black ice. Greed turns on his heel and as two of his hands find his hips, he pats his foot against the ground.]
So, should we do it here, or would you rather we make this official?
[And of course, there's stuff: barrels of liquor, crates with only God-knows-what inside, cash, junk, what may have once been a grandfather clock, now stripped bare. A single rat scampers when Michael makes his way down, its whiskers twitching worriedly.]
[Finally though, the Sin chimes in and when he speaks, his voice shudders. A low, raspy note:] Where else would I be? [He asks, dragging himself out from one of the backrooms. With his claws wrapped around the doorframe, he slips from the gloom and the red of his eyes shrinks away.] And it's still a stupid question. I want everything, Michael. Haven't we gone through this already?
[He lightly touches his lips together, smarmy and cool. From the look of things, he's been busy doing something. His vest is missing, a thin smear of oil touches along his cheek. Greed tilts his head and as he turns his attention on Michael, he thumbs his chin.] Thanking me? For what? Don't think what I'm about to do to you is something you typically thank someone for.
[Still, he plucks up the bag by the handle and the tips of his claws sink through the paper.] After. [He slurs, showing off a sliver of teeth.] You can decide on whether or not to thank me then. Just don't take it personally. It was you who asked for it, after all. [The length of his tail swipes behind him, throwing up a cloud of rich, char-thick soot. Greed leads on ahead and as he moves down the hall, he elbows a switch, causing the lights up above to shiver; their brightness masked in a milky, hazy film.]
[Without an event to be had, the room for Fight Night is a little less cluttered than usual. The chairs that would normally circle around the cage have been stacked against a far wall, leaving most of the floor empty. Greed sets the bag down near a corner. He settles the side of his boot against it, urging it up along the concrete wall with a gentle shove.] So, one punch? That's it, and you get that sword of yours back? [The question comes with a roll of his neck and as his bones pop, the former homunculus languidly runs the butt of his palm against the back of his head.]
Suppose it's not a bad deal, but it still seems like a whole lotta trouble. [While his arm drops back to his side, his 'Shield rises. Up, up, up his arms, it goes; its shine of carbon glinting like black ice. Greed turns on his heel and as two of his hands find his hips, he pats his foot against the ground.]
So, should we do it here, or would you rather we make this official?
greed you hear about people that dont fuck even though they clearly want to???????? in the afterlife? where nothing matters? you know about this shit?????
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[It takes him a second. Because someone? Denying themselves? In front of his whole avarice? Oh, no, no, no. That simply won't do.]
ah ? i know a few who arnt interested. and othrs that are lookin for a little more. no shame in either. but what youre talking about. thats a little different. what do they think they dont deserve it or something? gunna have to give me a little more showstopper
who are we talkkin about exacty?
ah ? i know a few who arnt interested. and othrs that are lookin for a little more. no shame in either. but what youre talking about. thats a little different. what do they think they dont deserve it or something? gunna have to give me a little more showstopper
who are we talkkin about exacty?
something something work comes first something something
but work ends EVENTUALLY?????? AND THEN WHAT??????
you know Big Daddy Lucifer's brother? good pal of mine, helped me with a lot of shit, but then he turns around and does this??
but work ends EVENTUALLY?????? AND THEN WHAT??????
you know Big Daddy Lucifer's brother? good pal of mine, helped me with a lot of shit, but then he turns around and does this??
eh for some maybe. job's a job but i've never let that get in the way of somthing i wanted
[But now, oh does it all fall into place. And if there's a howl coming from one of the backrooms at the 'Nest? Well, it's always the devil you know, isn't it?]
HA blue eyes huh ? you could say i know him. denies himslf a lot more than just that. dont understand it myself but thats just his nature showstopper. can't fault him for it
still youre not wrong. guy needs to get out a little more. experience people. suppose its a family thing. morningstars and their lack of selfworth. maybe its about time we give him a remindr huh? might not be somthing you and i would want but everyone wants something. even ol feathers
big daddy lucifer huh? 💖
[But now, oh does it all fall into place. And if there's a howl coming from one of the backrooms at the 'Nest? Well, it's always the devil you know, isn't it?]
HA blue eyes huh ? you could say i know him. denies himslf a lot more than just that. dont understand it myself but thats just his nature showstopper. can't fault him for it
still youre not wrong. guy needs to get out a little more. experience people. suppose its a family thing. morningstars and their lack of selfworth. maybe its about time we give him a remindr huh? might not be somthing you and i would want but everyone wants something. even ol feathers
big daddy lucifer huh? 💖
as much as i hung out with lucifer i never did get to know a lot about him. same with mikey
come on man!!! hes the devil!!! you gotta have it bad for the devil!!!
come on man!!! hes the devil!!! you gotta have it bad for the devil!!!
everyones got their secrets beetle. but luce well. he had the same problem. just hope he took my advice
blues isnt a bad one either. just thinks he doesnt deserve it. didnt sit well with me before. doesn't now. hes at the nest some nights. when the rest of ya head back to the hotel. why dont you stick around some time? i'm sure youd be able to show him a thing or two. and i dont mean to fuck. guy needs to see that there's a lot more to this afterlife than whatrvr plan that other heaven had in mind for him
HA all right all right. if youre gunna have it bad for anyone guess luce isnt a bad choice
blues isnt a bad one either. just thinks he doesnt deserve it. didnt sit well with me before. doesn't now. hes at the nest some nights. when the rest of ya head back to the hotel. why dont you stick around some time? i'm sure youd be able to show him a thing or two. and i dont mean to fuck. guy needs to see that there's a lot more to this afterlife than whatrvr plan that other heaven had in mind for him
HA all right all right. if youre gunna have it bad for anyone guess luce isnt a bad choice
[ Beetlejuice puzzles over what else Greed could mean. He's sure Michael won't talk. He's tried to talk to him about his feelings before, but he just kept deflecting to BJ's--which worked because even if he's learned empathy he's still pretty self-absorbed. ]
it cant hurt to try. maybe a few drinks and a little karaoke will loosen him up
it cant hurt to try. maybe a few drinks and a little karaoke will loosen him up
[He'd be lying if he said he wasn't avoiding talking about certain things himself. Certain complications, certain unexpected(s), certain people. Greed idly taps the side of his phone with his nail before replying.]
no harm in trying right? might not loosen him up but maybe itll get him out of his head for a while. besides who knows how to have a little bit of fun more than you?
just remember what i said. everyones got their secrets. and sometimes theyre just not worth telling
no harm in trying right? might not loosen him up but maybe itll get him out of his head for a while. besides who knows how to have a little bit of fun more than you?
just remember what i said. everyones got their secrets. and sometimes theyre just not worth telling
that i can do! on it, boss!
[ Beetlejuice will ponder on secrets for a little while. ]
[ Beetlejuice will ponder on secrets for a little while. ]
[ Following the fiasco with tea, he finds himself locating his phone to send out a short, but sweet, message to Greed. Of everyone here, he knows he will not ask unnecessary questions.
Because this? This is something he will take to his grave. ]
I’m going to have to take a rain check on tonight, something came up and I am not myself at the moment.
Please give Miss Kamora my regards, I sent someone to deliver her fish. Thank you for understanding.
Because this? This is something he will take to his grave. ]
I’m going to have to take a rain check on tonight, something came up and I am not myself at the moment.
Please give Miss Kamora my regards, I sent someone to deliver her fish. Thank you for understanding.
[He's halfway onto the saddle of his motorcycle when he sees the screen light up. Beneath Hell's newfound spell of rain, the glare from the phone cuts at the mist. It bites at both the air and his face with a flash of bright white; the look of it more similar to a search lamp waving in the dark.]
[Greed rolls a toothpick on his lip. The message is just a little concerning. Michael never misses an appointment, especially one planned. And as a fog of hot air snakes out from the corner of his mouth, the former homunculus swipes at the screen. It could mean anything, really. Things come up, plans change, but given all that's happened to the Archangel so far - ]
[He shakes off a bit of rain from his shoulders.]
yknow you dont have to tell me. about not coming i mean. its not like i'd be offended blues
speaking of a rain looks like things down her e arent their usual either. feels like how it used to get back home round this time of year. might be somthin to do with it
ha ! shes got her claws in yuo already does she? dont let her fool you. but sure i;ll let her know
[There's a pause, then:]
ah well. need to get somthing up there anyway. tell whoevr you sent the fish to to leave it in your balcony
[Greed rolls a toothpick on his lip. The message is just a little concerning. Michael never misses an appointment, especially one planned. And as a fog of hot air snakes out from the corner of his mouth, the former homunculus swipes at the screen. It could mean anything, really. Things come up, plans change, but given all that's happened to the Archangel so far - ]
[He shakes off a bit of rain from his shoulders.]
yknow you dont have to tell me. about not coming i mean. its not like i'd be offended blues
speaking of a rain looks like things down her e arent their usual either. feels like how it used to get back home round this time of year. might be somthin to do with it
ha ! shes got her claws in yuo already does she? dont let her fool you. but sure i;ll let her know
[There's a pause, then:]
ah well. need to get somthing up there anyway. tell whoevr you sent the fish to to leave it in your balcony
When I make appointments, I am in the habit of keeping them. It might not offend you but it bothers me.
If you have to go out in it, be careful. It could be the calm before the storm, I don’t trust this place to make us anything less than miserable during the holidays.
Fool me? Not at all, it is just common courtesy. Underestimating her capabilities would be foolish for any man, she did not get where she is today by being a pushover. Respect is earned.
[ An even longer pause: ]
It would be ill-advised to come here. I will leave it out there nonetheless.
If you have to go out in it, be careful. It could be the calm before the storm, I don’t trust this place to make us anything less than miserable during the holidays.
Fool me? Not at all, it is just common courtesy. Underestimating her capabilities would be foolish for any man, she did not get where she is today by being a pushover. Respect is earned.
[ An even longer pause: ]
It would be ill-advised to come here. I will leave it out there nonetheless.
yeah yeah i know. can't have somthing out of place even if it is just the usual. youre predictable blues
already am. told ya i had somethings to take care of. havent run into any trouble yet and maddys still working. don't worry about me. but if it makes you feel any bettr i'll keep it in mind
no. a few have learned the hard way when it comes to kam. but i douobt shes going to hold it against you
[She will.]
wouldnt be the first time someones told me that. i'll be fine, M. whatvr you got going on. well we've already been through some things havnt we?
promise i wont pick your lock this time. that fair enough for ya?
already am. told ya i had somethings to take care of. havent run into any trouble yet and maddys still working. don't worry about me. but if it makes you feel any bettr i'll keep it in mind
no. a few have learned the hard way when it comes to kam. but i douobt shes going to hold it against you
[She will.]
wouldnt be the first time someones told me that. i'll be fine, M. whatvr you got going on. well we've already been through some things havnt we?
promise i wont pick your lock this time. that fair enough for ya?
I am a creature of habit, yes, but at least it means I am rarely out of sorts. There is nothing wrong with having a routine, it staves off the monotony of the day.
I have a sneaking suspicion that, even if the world was coming to an end, you would venture outside if something caught your eye. In short: I’m not surprised you would travel in this. Stay warm, please. If you need warmer clothes then ask, I will bring them to our next meeting.
I know for a fact that she would, and so do you.
Not this. It is precisely because it is so out of the ordinary that I am suffering. You have seen me at my worst, however, yes. Which is why I am being candid about this.
Greed. I haven’t locked my door since the last time you snuck in here. It is more of an office than a room, so it will always be open. Knowing what awaits them if they do, no one else has been foolish enough to enter without permission. There is nothing if value for them here.
[ When he drops by to scoop up Kam’s prize, there is also a reusable grocery bag containing a bunch of winter apparel for men, women and children. Unlike a certain thieving rogue, he purchased these with his own money. ]
I have a sneaking suspicion that, even if the world was coming to an end, you would venture outside if something caught your eye. In short: I’m not surprised you would travel in this. Stay warm, please. If you need warmer clothes then ask, I will bring them to our next meeting.
I know for a fact that she would, and so do you.
Not this. It is precisely because it is so out of the ordinary that I am suffering. You have seen me at my worst, however, yes. Which is why I am being candid about this.
Greed. I haven’t locked my door since the last time you snuck in here. It is more of an office than a room, so it will always be open. Knowing what awaits them if they do, no one else has been foolish enough to enter without permission. There is nothing if value for them here.
[ When he drops by to scoop up Kam’s prize, there is also a reusable grocery bag containing a bunch of winter apparel for men, women and children. Unlike a certain thieving rogue, he purchased these with his own money. ]
[It isn't an old man coming down a chimney with care or a Saint that visits, no. Of course it isn't. And where the bag once was, another bag has been left in its place. Black, plastic, and warm to the touch, there's a few things inside. But it wouldn't be him if it was all packaged up nicely. A cup of coffee (with a side of bonus brandy) has been sealed in a to-go container more befitting a helping of noodles, and there's at least five scratch tickets (one already partly used) along with it. But hey, it's the thought that counts, right?]
[Greed clambers his way down the side of the hotel and as he lands over another balcony railing, he fumbles with the bag to pull out his phone.]
i guess. and yeah i know. can't help your nature
[He walks across the hotel lawn, kicking up a bit of snow on his boots.]
ha ! not entirely wrong about that. might not be for somthing though. could just be i wanted to. and there you go again. i just told you not to worry about me. not like i can really get cold
[The Sin stops halfway across the front of the courtyard and his tail idly wafts behind him.]
oi oi. now what are we talkin about exactly ? you make it sound like youve actually got somthing wrong going on there blues. what think i can't handle it ? c'mon. you know me better than that
[Greed clambers his way down the side of the hotel and as he lands over another balcony railing, he fumbles with the bag to pull out his phone.]
i guess. and yeah i know. can't help your nature
[He walks across the hotel lawn, kicking up a bit of snow on his boots.]
ha ! not entirely wrong about that. might not be for somthing though. could just be i wanted to. and there you go again. i just told you not to worry about me. not like i can really get cold
[The Sin stops halfway across the front of the courtyard and his tail idly wafts behind him.]
oi oi. now what are we talkin about exactly ? you make it sound like youve actually got somthing wrong going on there blues. what think i can't handle it ? c'mon. you know me better than that
[ And once Greedy Claws has vacated the premises, Michael goes out on the balcony with the intention of making sure the former homunculus doesn’t slip and fall on his face. Upon seeing the bag, he rests a hand on top of it and sighs, albeit with a smile. ]
And I told you worrying is in my nature. You could be invulnerable to harm and I would still worry, you forfeited the ability to complain the second you let me in.
[ When Greed stops moving, he feels a brief flicker of panic that subsides the moment he realizes he isn’t backtracking. God, this is miserable. ]
I do, but explaining it without being crass is impossible. I have already been laughed at once today, so I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that.
[ There is a longer pause, where he writes and deletes his message several times before actually sending it. Once that is said and done with, he plucks the coffee out of the bag and takes a sip out of it. With question, the brandy will find itself mixed in soon. ]
Carnal desires. Horny, I believe, is the word used nowadays. I have felt them for over three hours now, after drinking some tea. This is incredibly inconvenient, I had appointments this evening.
And I told you worrying is in my nature. You could be invulnerable to harm and I would still worry, you forfeited the ability to complain the second you let me in.
[ When Greed stops moving, he feels a brief flicker of panic that subsides the moment he realizes he isn’t backtracking. God, this is miserable. ]
I do, but explaining it without being crass is impossible. I have already been laughed at once today, so I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that.
[ There is a longer pause, where he writes and deletes his message several times before actually sending it. Once that is said and done with, he plucks the coffee out of the bag and takes a sip out of it. With question, the brandy will find itself mixed in soon. ]
Carnal desires. Horny, I believe, is the word used nowadays. I have felt them for over three hours now, after drinking some tea. This is incredibly inconvenient, I had appointments this evening.
[Ping, goes his phone and the Sin settles his heel in the ground. All the while, the slow back and forth of his tail quickens.]
not invulnerable not entirely but ive been told more than once i'm a pain in the ass to kill. dont you have other things to worry about >? i'm a homunculus blues. the same rules dont apply
[Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Greed shifts the bag to place it on his shoulder.]
without being crass ? and what do you mean laugh at you
[Oh.]
[Oh.]
[A grin swipes across his face and as the Sin opens his mouth, a cloud of hot-chilled air smokes over him. He asked him not to laugh, and he's not going to, but there's no hiding that smile.]
feelin a little hot under the feathers there? nothing to be ashamed about. tends to be inconvenient especially if you dont usually. well. [Fuck, he decides not to type.]
yknow theres an easy way to take care of that but i'm not sure youre gunna like my advice
not invulnerable not entirely but ive been told more than once i'm a pain in the ass to kill. dont you have other things to worry about >? i'm a homunculus blues. the same rules dont apply
[Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Greed shifts the bag to place it on his shoulder.]
without being crass ? and what do you mean laugh at you
[Oh.]
[Oh.]
[A grin swipes across his face and as the Sin opens his mouth, a cloud of hot-chilled air smokes over him. He asked him not to laugh, and he's not going to, but there's no hiding that smile.]
feelin a little hot under the feathers there? nothing to be ashamed about. tends to be inconvenient especially if you dont usually. well. [Fuck, he decides not to type.]
yknow theres an easy way to take care of that but i'm not sure youre gunna like my advice
You know this place has the power to change that, don’t get complacent. When you do, that is when it tends to strike.
Obviously. I can practically see you smiling from here. If you are aware of the inconvenience, stop smiling about it. I knew I should have kept this to myself.
[ When he sees the last part of the message he, without thinking, packs a snowball together and promptly fires it at the back of his head. Unfortunately for Greed, his aim is just as accurate several floors up as it would be were he just across the courtyard. Does he apologize after? Absolutely not.
Taste every bit of his annoyance, you asshole. ]
You deserved that.
Obviously. I can practically see you smiling from here. If you are aware of the inconvenience, stop smiling about it. I knew I should have kept this to myself.
[ When he sees the last part of the message he, without thinking, packs a snowball together and promptly fires it at the back of his head. Unfortunately for Greed, his aim is just as accurate several floors up as it would be were he just across the courtyard. Does he apologize after? Absolutely not.
Taste every bit of his annoyance, you asshole. ]
You deserved that.
[And it's a bullseye. The snowball smashes across the back of his head, sending puffs of snow through his hair and horns like an exploding cotton ball. Greed leans over. He should have known Michael would be keeping an eye on him. And considering his history with combat? It's no surprise either that his aim is spot on.]
[The Sin brushes his hand through his hair and as a bark (loud, crashing, and echoing through the cold) coughs up his throat, he crouches down.]
i'm well aware but thats just how i am. how i;ll always be. a story for another time though.
[Is he checking his boots? Sure looks like it. And so what if his tail is moving about in the snow, swiping up a bit of it.]
hey hey dont take it so personally. and no better you be honest with me. thought it was something a bit more serious
ah maybe i did. but an exchange is an exchange, M. watch your head
[Four hands makes it real convenient to gather up a snowball and as soon as he does, Greed slowly pushes himself to a stand. He spins as slow as possible on his heel. Then, he launches a ball of it right back; the expression on his face as smarmy as ever.]
[The Sin brushes his hand through his hair and as a bark (loud, crashing, and echoing through the cold) coughs up his throat, he crouches down.]
i'm well aware but thats just how i am. how i;ll always be. a story for another time though.
[Is he checking his boots? Sure looks like it. And so what if his tail is moving about in the snow, swiping up a bit of it.]
hey hey dont take it so personally. and no better you be honest with me. thought it was something a bit more serious
ah maybe i did. but an exchange is an exchange, M. watch your head
[Four hands makes it real convenient to gather up a snowball and as soon as he does, Greed slowly pushes himself to a stand. He spins as slow as possible on his heel. Then, he launches a ball of it right back; the expression on his face as smarmy as ever.]
[ Well, this is far from how he saw his day progressing, but the surprise is not an unwelcome one. Michael is quite pleased with himself, having seen that his aim has suffered no ill-effects since his arrival. He will never take the smallest victories for granted.
He is still half dangling over the balcony when the retaliation happens. As yet another reminder that this day is terrible, the snowball clips the balcony and effectively explodes in his face. Too slowly. He leans over to glower at the shape below in the snow. One day, he will stop being surprised by the fact that people here do have the audacity necessary to give him a taste of his own medicine. ]
I look forward to hearing it, then.
[ The amusement on his face betrays him, even as he uses his free hand to dust snow off of his shirt. ]
Do you know me at all? This is serious. If you survive this battle, we can laugh about it later.
Let’s see if four arms are better than two, shall we?
[ Immediately following the text, he launches another one down at him, this time with a twist. Just before it makes contact, he sends another one right behind it in the hopes of catching him by surprise. ]
He is still half dangling over the balcony when the retaliation happens. As yet another reminder that this day is terrible, the snowball clips the balcony and effectively explodes in his face. Too slowly. He leans over to glower at the shape below in the snow. One day, he will stop being surprised by the fact that people here do have the audacity necessary to give him a taste of his own medicine. ]
I look forward to hearing it, then.
[ The amusement on his face betrays him, even as he uses his free hand to dust snow off of his shirt. ]
Do you know me at all? This is serious. If you survive this battle, we can laugh about it later.
Let’s see if four arms are better than two, shall we?
[ Immediately following the text, he launches another one down at him, this time with a twist. Just before it makes contact, he sends another one right behind it in the hopes of catching him by surprise. ]
[Again, his phone goes off and again, he lowers his head to read it. Greed puckers his mouth and another squeeze of cold-fog air slinks off his teeth.]
i do. but theres a difference between that and what we went through before. and only if ? what happned to having a little faith ?
[His tail cuts through the snow, dragging up a healthy helping into three of his hands. And as the Sin begins to shape them into balls, he thumbs at the screen.]
moreis always better blues
[Of course, the distraction means he gets hit not once, but twice. The first snowball nails him directly in the face, coating his sunglasses thick with ice, and the second splatters across the center of his chest.]
[Greed sucks at one of his teeth and as he shifts two snow balls into his hand, he slowly plucks off his sunglasses. He gives them a quick once over before briskly shaking off the snow with a flick of his wrist.]
all right you little shit. keep in mind that you askdd for it
[And does he play fair? No, why would he? Especially when he can pretend to throw a snowball, stop mid-toss, then throw two at once, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.]
i do. but theres a difference between that and what we went through before. and only if ? what happned to having a little faith ?
[His tail cuts through the snow, dragging up a healthy helping into three of his hands. And as the Sin begins to shape them into balls, he thumbs at the screen.]
moreis always better blues
[Of course, the distraction means he gets hit not once, but twice. The first snowball nails him directly in the face, coating his sunglasses thick with ice, and the second splatters across the center of his chest.]
[Greed sucks at one of his teeth and as he shifts two snow balls into his hand, he slowly plucks off his sunglasses. He gives them a quick once over before briskly shaking off the snow with a flick of his wrist.]
all right you little shit. keep in mind that you askdd for it
[And does he play fair? No, why would he? Especially when he can pretend to throw a snowball, stop mid-toss, then throw two at once, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.]
[ A puff of breath air seeps over the edge of the balcony, the condensation being the only clue that he was just laughing. ]
Between the two of us, please remind me again who the pissant is here.
[ He pauses to drink from the coffee balanced on a small table behind him, then sets it back down before continuing on again. ]
Not necessarily. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I believe I personally taught you that lesson in my office when you looked up at me from the flat of your back.
[ He expected retaliation, but not that much. Michael manages to catch the first snowball and dodge the second, but the last two find their mark in spectacular fashion. The noise he makes can be heard from the ground floor, his silhouette disappearing from view as he hits the deck to regroup.
Well played. Very well, let’s do this.
[ He murmurs this to himself, letting himself remain perfectly still. Will it throw Greed off? Probably not, but he draws it out long enough to maybe coax a step or two forward out of him before he strikes. A single snowball flies down at a sharp angle, but it is a distraction.
For what? For him to open a small portal behind Greed, just large enough for his hand to fit through, so he can deposit the second snowball into the back of his shirt. He isn’t foolish enough to keep it open, so the last thing he will hear is a bout of laughter that gets cut off. ]
Watch your back.
[ Greed may also realize something important is missing. When Michael rises to his feet again, he is wearing a pair of sunglasses and trying to contain his amusement. ]
Between the two of us, please remind me again who the pissant is here.
[ He pauses to drink from the coffee balanced on a small table behind him, then sets it back down before continuing on again. ]
Not necessarily. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I believe I personally taught you that lesson in my office when you looked up at me from the flat of your back.
[ He expected retaliation, but not that much. Michael manages to catch the first snowball and dodge the second, but the last two find their mark in spectacular fashion. The noise he makes can be heard from the ground floor, his silhouette disappearing from view as he hits the deck to regroup.
Well played. Very well, let’s do this.
[ He murmurs this to himself, letting himself remain perfectly still. Will it throw Greed off? Probably not, but he draws it out long enough to maybe coax a step or two forward out of him before he strikes. A single snowball flies down at a sharp angle, but it is a distraction.
For what? For him to open a small portal behind Greed, just large enough for his hand to fit through, so he can deposit the second snowball into the back of his shirt. He isn’t foolish enough to keep it open, so the last thing he will hear is a bout of laughter that gets cut off. ]
Watch your back.
[ Greed may also realize something important is missing. When Michael rises to his feet again, he is wearing a pair of sunglasses and trying to contain his amusement. ]
[He's already readying up his ammunition, grabbing at least two more handfuls of snow.]
think we already know the answer to that one. must be a family trait
[This time, he packs the snowballs a bit more firmly so that they almost completely engulf his hands. All the while, Greed tips his chin back to show off the slick carbon of his throat.]
and there it is. see that ? thats exactly what a pissant would say
[He takes one step forward, then another, with that same, so-sure confidence he's known for. The moment the first snowball comes his way, the former homunculus twists, listening as it makes contact with the ground.]
looks like you missed
[Truth be told, he forgot about Michael's little bag of tricks. Which is why, perhaps, the second ball he tosses hits the broadside of the hotel instead of its intended target. Because he isn't prepared for the sudden chill down his back, nor the laughter behind him. Greed whips around, tail lashing, and as dribbles of ice fall out from his shirt, he huffs at the empty air.]
Oi, oi, oi - ! Now, that's cheating. [He says, half-amused, half-chiding. He's about to throw his third shot, but as he notices Michael, he squints his eyes.]
[He doesn't have his sunglasses.]
[Greed slowly arches his eyebrows as he lets his grin cock up the side of his face.]
didn't know you had it in you. ah but you know how i feel about people stealing from me. can't let that slide
[And what's a Sin to do? Greed glances up towards the next available balcony and with a leap, he clears the railing. He's still a few floors down, but that doesn't stop him from leaning over the banister to throw up a large flurry of snow.]
think we already know the answer to that one. must be a family trait
[This time, he packs the snowballs a bit more firmly so that they almost completely engulf his hands. All the while, Greed tips his chin back to show off the slick carbon of his throat.]
and there it is. see that ? thats exactly what a pissant would say
[He takes one step forward, then another, with that same, so-sure confidence he's known for. The moment the first snowball comes his way, the former homunculus twists, listening as it makes contact with the ground.]
looks like you missed
[Truth be told, he forgot about Michael's little bag of tricks. Which is why, perhaps, the second ball he tosses hits the broadside of the hotel instead of its intended target. Because he isn't prepared for the sudden chill down his back, nor the laughter behind him. Greed whips around, tail lashing, and as dribbles of ice fall out from his shirt, he huffs at the empty air.]
Oi, oi, oi - ! Now, that's cheating. [He says, half-amused, half-chiding. He's about to throw his third shot, but as he notices Michael, he squints his eyes.]
[He doesn't have his sunglasses.]
[Greed slowly arches his eyebrows as he lets his grin cock up the side of his face.]
didn't know you had it in you. ah but you know how i feel about people stealing from me. can't let that slide
[And what's a Sin to do? Greed glances up towards the next available balcony and with a leap, he clears the railing. He's still a few floors down, but that doesn't stop him from leaning over the banister to throw up a large flurry of snow.]
If you are aware of that, then you only have yourself to blame for getting caught in a spider’s web twice.
[ He never unwinds like this, it is a safe bet that the issue that plagues him has been put on the back burner for the time being. ]
Calling me one hardly seems fair considering I’m just being truthful. The truth hurts, I suppose, or so they say.
Missed? On the contrary, I hit the bullseye. [ He leans over the railing to shoot the former homunculus a smile that isn’t the least bit apologetic. ]
If I remember correctly, when you steal something, you call it borrowing. For now, they can act as a reminder that you dropped your guard.
[ He urges the shades down just enough to look over the lenses at him. He could toss them down to the man but, as he has already begun to scale the building, he holds his position. ]
Well, that was foolish.
You had a strategic advantage down there, the snow is finite up here and now you are trapped in an enclosed space. Either you have a plan, or you are winging it, I’m going with the latter.
[ He manages to jerk his head back so he doesn’t take snow flurries to the kisser but, when he peers down again, he is dusted in a thin layer of snow from the top of his head to his shoulders.
But he is a man of patience, he simply stares down while idly tossing a snowball up the air and catching it like one would a baseball. And, since he is in earshot now, he calls down. ]
Are you coming up here to surrender? Very well, I accept.
[ He never unwinds like this, it is a safe bet that the issue that plagues him has been put on the back burner for the time being. ]
Calling me one hardly seems fair considering I’m just being truthful. The truth hurts, I suppose, or so they say.
Missed? On the contrary, I hit the bullseye. [ He leans over the railing to shoot the former homunculus a smile that isn’t the least bit apologetic. ]
If I remember correctly, when you steal something, you call it borrowing. For now, they can act as a reminder that you dropped your guard.
[ He urges the shades down just enough to look over the lenses at him. He could toss them down to the man but, as he has already begun to scale the building, he holds his position. ]
Well, that was foolish.
You had a strategic advantage down there, the snow is finite up here and now you are trapped in an enclosed space. Either you have a plan, or you are winging it, I’m going with the latter.
[ He manages to jerk his head back so he doesn’t take snow flurries to the kisser but, when he peers down again, he is dusted in a thin layer of snow from the top of his head to his shoulders.
But he is a man of patience, he simply stares down while idly tossing a snowball up the air and catching it like one would a baseball. And, since he is in earshot now, he calls down. ]
Are you coming up here to surrender? Very well, I accept.
[But the Sin doesn't answer, not right away. Instead, there's sounds: the click of his claws finding a door, the telltale rck-a-tck-tck as he fiddles with a lock. Finally, something pops and as he pushes the sliding glass open, Greed grabs his phone again.]
spiders web? thought that was angie's whole thing not yours
[He takes a moment to turn on a light switch. Thankfully, the room he's broken into is unoccupied at the moment. Greed wanders over into the kitchen.]
i dont know. always preferred being honest myself. but truth hurting huh. dont think you realize how right you are. ah
[He opens a fridge and his grin turns absolutely devilish.]
was it? guess we'll just have to wait and see. as for that other thing.
i'm not telling
[He yanks open a drawer, grabs a convenient zip-lock bag, and begins filling it with ice. Once he's satisfied he has enough, he nudges the refrigerator closed with his knee. A few, quick pounds of his fist later, and the cubes are nothing but dust.]
[Greed shakes the bag before going back out onto the balcony. He drops his phone into his pocket and tips his head up to look at Michael again.]
Ah, but I don't. So, sorry Blues, but I think I'm gunna have to deny you this time. Again, nothing personal. [But the look on his face: it's dastardly. And as the former homunculus gathers some drift-swept snow off the concrete, he adds in a bit of ice for good measure.]
Just tell me when you're ready to quit. [He says as he slaps his forearm, sending up his special wintery mix.]
spiders web? thought that was angie's whole thing not yours
[He takes a moment to turn on a light switch. Thankfully, the room he's broken into is unoccupied at the moment. Greed wanders over into the kitchen.]
i dont know. always preferred being honest myself. but truth hurting huh. dont think you realize how right you are. ah
[He opens a fridge and his grin turns absolutely devilish.]
was it? guess we'll just have to wait and see. as for that other thing.
i'm not telling
[He yanks open a drawer, grabs a convenient zip-lock bag, and begins filling it with ice. Once he's satisfied he has enough, he nudges the refrigerator closed with his knee. A few, quick pounds of his fist later, and the cubes are nothing but dust.]
[Greed shakes the bag before going back out onto the balcony. He drops his phone into his pocket and tips his head up to look at Michael again.]
Ah, but I don't. So, sorry Blues, but I think I'm gunna have to deny you this time. Again, nothing personal. [But the look on his face: it's dastardly. And as the former homunculus gathers some drift-swept snow off the concrete, he adds in a bit of ice for good measure.]
Just tell me when you're ready to quit. [He says as he slaps his forearm, sending up his special wintery mix.]
It was a figure of speech. You are a magnet for trouble and a glutton for punishment.
You just broke into that room, didn’t you? Unreal. [ He can probably feel the exasperation through the text. If he was still outside at that point, he would have been treated to a frown. Teaching an old dog new tricks is trying work. ]
Good. I prefer it that way, your demeanor. Even while you are in the process of committing a crime.
[ The entire time Greed is surveying the room, Michael is finishing up his coffee. He even has time to pull a coin from his pocket to begin idly clearing the scratch off tickets. When he hears the distinct sound of footsteps, he sets them aside and pockets his own phone. ]
I was hoping you would say that. I hope you don’t have any other obligations for tonight, I have no intention of yielding.
[ The sin’s smile might be dastardly, but his is brimming with confidence. He is about to show him why. When the shower of snow is launched skyward, he lets his wings out and covers himself, flicking them outward to send some of it back down at his attacker of sorts. ]
A shield for a Shield. Maybe you should have set some ground rules, hm?
[ Musing to himself, he reaches out and half-heartedly let’s go of his snowball with the intention of aiming for a face shot. As an afterthought, he chimes in: ]
We won ten dollars, by the way.
You just broke into that room, didn’t you? Unreal. [ He can probably feel the exasperation through the text. If he was still outside at that point, he would have been treated to a frown. Teaching an old dog new tricks is trying work. ]
Good. I prefer it that way, your demeanor. Even while you are in the process of committing a crime.
[ The entire time Greed is surveying the room, Michael is finishing up his coffee. He even has time to pull a coin from his pocket to begin idly clearing the scratch off tickets. When he hears the distinct sound of footsteps, he sets them aside and pockets his own phone. ]
I was hoping you would say that. I hope you don’t have any other obligations for tonight, I have no intention of yielding.
[ The sin’s smile might be dastardly, but his is brimming with confidence. He is about to show him why. When the shower of snow is launched skyward, he lets his wings out and covers himself, flicking them outward to send some of it back down at his attacker of sorts. ]
A shield for a Shield. Maybe you should have set some ground rules, hm?
[ Musing to himself, he reaches out and half-heartedly let’s go of his snowball with the intention of aiming for a face shot. As an afterthought, he chimes in: ]
We won ten dollars, by the way.
[And down, down, down, the snow goes. Greed doesn't even have time to get out of the way of it. Thankfully though, it's light enough that when Michael uses his wings to block it, what falls is merely a dusting; the look of it more like a fresh-falling storm, gentle and quiet.]
[The Sin shakes and from the tip of his head to the point of his tail, he sheds off some of the ice. He digs one of his claws into the shell of his ear, pulling out a rather sizable chunk.] Ehh, even if I did, it doesn't matter. I can always make it up to Ella later. [He cleans his nail using his thumb, sending a spittle of sleet onto the balcony.]
Ha - ! Fair enough. Suppose I shouldn't have doubted you. [While he talks, that vest of his slips off his shoulders. It glides over his elbows before he catches it by the collar. And as he holds it out, the 'Shield rises. Across his arms and over his chest, it goes; its movement as languid and slow as running ink.]
[When another snowball hits him in the face, the noise that follows is hard. Solid. Greed swipes at his jaw, and the tusks he's suddenly sporting shrink back down.] Ah, can't let you see that part. Sorry.
[No need to expose Michael to his ugly side, after all. But that doesn't mean he won't play ugly. Greed hooks one of his boots into the rail of the banister.] And why would I do that? I told you before to never hold back with me. There's no point, so why start now?
[This time, instead of snow, it's his vest that he flings up first. And he hopes it's enough of a distraction. Because what follows is the whole bag of ice. Using the bottom as a gripping point, the former homunculus tosses it up, leaving its top split wide open to let its contents spill out in a large, sweeping fan.]
[And behind it all? Is him. Him leaping up onto the next balcony, claws out, and laughter in his throat.]
[The Sin shakes and from the tip of his head to the point of his tail, he sheds off some of the ice. He digs one of his claws into the shell of his ear, pulling out a rather sizable chunk.] Ehh, even if I did, it doesn't matter. I can always make it up to Ella later. [He cleans his nail using his thumb, sending a spittle of sleet onto the balcony.]
Ha - ! Fair enough. Suppose I shouldn't have doubted you. [While he talks, that vest of his slips off his shoulders. It glides over his elbows before he catches it by the collar. And as he holds it out, the 'Shield rises. Across his arms and over his chest, it goes; its movement as languid and slow as running ink.]
[When another snowball hits him in the face, the noise that follows is hard. Solid. Greed swipes at his jaw, and the tusks he's suddenly sporting shrink back down.] Ah, can't let you see that part. Sorry.
[No need to expose Michael to his ugly side, after all. But that doesn't mean he won't play ugly. Greed hooks one of his boots into the rail of the banister.] And why would I do that? I told you before to never hold back with me. There's no point, so why start now?
[This time, instead of snow, it's his vest that he flings up first. And he hopes it's enough of a distraction. Because what follows is the whole bag of ice. Using the bottom as a gripping point, the former homunculus tosses it up, leaving its top split wide open to let its contents spill out in a large, sweeping fan.]
[And behind it all? Is him. Him leaping up onto the next balcony, claws out, and laughter in his throat.]
Ella, is it? She must have the patience of a saint, then, if you are on a first name basis with her. I suppose I can leave a note on her door later.
[ Rather than continue their banter, he locks onto the vest and narrows his eyes slightly, as if trying to read what his next move might be. Anyone with eyes knows that he favors the vest so, if he is willing to part with it now, he is clearly up to no good. ]
Hiding them is unnecessary, trust that I’ve probably seen more monstrous things than that. If I didn’t accept you for all that you are, would we be here right now? Humans might shrink away, but I won’t.
[ Michael leans over the railing, resting his chin against his arms during their brief reprieve. It’s so funny, he hasn’t taken part in anything like this for well over ten thousand years, but he falls back into the old routine quickly enough. ]
Why? Hmm. It never hurts to be sure, a friendly reminder never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s rare that I’m able to engage someone with my full strength, maybe I was just making sure you weren’t getting cold feet.
[ The second he sees movement, he straightens up and braces himself for what is to come. He should have expected it to be the vest, maybe he’s getting slower in his old age. Not likely though. What he doesn’t expect is for the chunks of ice that rocket skyward to rain down and find their way past the collar of his shirt. Never again will he remove his tie prematurely for the evening.
What follows is a yelp after he catches the vest and drops it behind his side of the balcony. He hurriedly untucks his shirt and swears under his breath as he dances around trying to get the ice out. When Michael reappears, he looks disheveled and slightly annoyed by the inconvenience. ]
You might’ve landed a decisive blow, but now I have your sunglasses and your vest. It’s a rather cold evening, can you afford to lose anything else? The walk home may not be a cold one for you but, if you lose anything else, it might cause a scene.
[ He doesn’t join him in his laughter, but he does provide him with his best shit-eating grin as he hops up onto the railing himself and beckons him closer with a hand. Neither one of them have anymore snow in hand, but this chase has only just begun. There are plenty of surfaces around them to take it from, or he can take the “fight” to the ground floor or roof. ]
[ Rather than continue their banter, he locks onto the vest and narrows his eyes slightly, as if trying to read what his next move might be. Anyone with eyes knows that he favors the vest so, if he is willing to part with it now, he is clearly up to no good. ]
Hiding them is unnecessary, trust that I’ve probably seen more monstrous things than that. If I didn’t accept you for all that you are, would we be here right now? Humans might shrink away, but I won’t.
[ Michael leans over the railing, resting his chin against his arms during their brief reprieve. It’s so funny, he hasn’t taken part in anything like this for well over ten thousand years, but he falls back into the old routine quickly enough. ]
Why? Hmm. It never hurts to be sure, a friendly reminder never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s rare that I’m able to engage someone with my full strength, maybe I was just making sure you weren’t getting cold feet.
[ The second he sees movement, he straightens up and braces himself for what is to come. He should have expected it to be the vest, maybe he’s getting slower in his old age. Not likely though. What he doesn’t expect is for the chunks of ice that rocket skyward to rain down and find their way past the collar of his shirt. Never again will he remove his tie prematurely for the evening.
What follows is a yelp after he catches the vest and drops it behind his side of the balcony. He hurriedly untucks his shirt and swears under his breath as he dances around trying to get the ice out. When Michael reappears, he looks disheveled and slightly annoyed by the inconvenience. ]
You might’ve landed a decisive blow, but now I have your sunglasses and your vest. It’s a rather cold evening, can you afford to lose anything else? The walk home may not be a cold one for you but, if you lose anything else, it might cause a scene.
[ He doesn’t join him in his laughter, but he does provide him with his best shit-eating grin as he hops up onto the railing himself and beckons him closer with a hand. Neither one of them have anymore snow in hand, but this chase has only just begun. There are plenty of surfaces around them to take it from, or he can take the “fight” to the ground floor or roof. ]
[Slipping onto the second balcony for the evening, the Sin casually pushes himself over the rail. He brushes his hand over his shoulder once to shoo away some of the ice he caught in the crossfire.] It's simply business, Blues. Nothing more to it than that. What, did you think I didn't have other work besides the bar? [Lifting his head, he checks to make sure this room is, like the last, empty before reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes.]
[He pulls it out and bites at the corner of the lid to tear it off.] And don't think her place is the sort for someone like you. No offense. [The forks of his tongue find the butt of a smoke, twirling around it. Greed pulls it onto his lip as he lifts one of his arms high in the air to waggle a finger towards Michael.] You might be fine with it, but I'd rather not. Got a handsome face, Michael. Would prefer to keep it that way.
[The Sin jerks his hand across the rail. The sparks that follow, while brief, are enough for him to light his cigarette. And when the tip turns a low, simmering red, he jerks himself straight again, his grin slowly stretching across his face.] Didn't see that one coming, did ya? Told you before. I'm full of surprises.
[He inhales, dragging cold air and tobacco deep into his lungs. This battle is far from won, and he knows it. But that doesn't mean he isn't allowed to pause, break, and think about his next move. By the time Michael shows him his smile, the cigarette on his lip is a third of the way burned.]
[Greed pinches it, pitching it over the side of the rail. Because he knows that look. Knows it well, in fact.] Oh, ho - ! There you go. There's that attitude of yours. Was almost starting to think you were gunna make it easy on me. [Behind him, his tail shivers. It twitches softly along the balcony's concrete slab, shaking out a small speckling of ice.] And is that what you're worried about? If I'd cause a scene? [He tilts his head, giving Michael a slow, mocking wink.] Or is it something else?
[The Sin rolls his neck. With no words left to give, he takes another leap upward. The tips of his claws sink into the lip of the next balcony and as he leaves behind five, deep-run gouges, he uses the anchor as a jumping point to land boots-first on the banister.]
[Thnck.]
Haven't held your punches before, don't see why that should change now. [He hums, gripping the rail between his legs. With his shoulders hunched and his knees splayed out, it would be all too easy to mistake him for a gargoyle; his steamy breath and wafting tail, the only things giving him away. Greed smears one of his hands along the iron, putting together a short pile of sleet.]
Cold feet, huh. [He says, mostly to himself. But once he has enough ice, he squishes it together, forming a broken, loose-shaped sphere.] Dunno, Blues. Why don't we find out?
[He doesn't bother aiming for Michael this time. No, once again, he uses the ball as means of directing his attention elsewhere. Because as soon as the snow leaves his hand, the Sin tilts back, making his heels notch into the rail. He waits a second, just enough time to catch Michael with that too-sure smile of his, before prying his hands loose off the banister. And as his body begins its free fall, the former homunculus touches the side of his temple, shooting off a sarcastic salute.]
[He pulls it out and bites at the corner of the lid to tear it off.] And don't think her place is the sort for someone like you. No offense. [The forks of his tongue find the butt of a smoke, twirling around it. Greed pulls it onto his lip as he lifts one of his arms high in the air to waggle a finger towards Michael.] You might be fine with it, but I'd rather not. Got a handsome face, Michael. Would prefer to keep it that way.
[The Sin jerks his hand across the rail. The sparks that follow, while brief, are enough for him to light his cigarette. And when the tip turns a low, simmering red, he jerks himself straight again, his grin slowly stretching across his face.] Didn't see that one coming, did ya? Told you before. I'm full of surprises.
[He inhales, dragging cold air and tobacco deep into his lungs. This battle is far from won, and he knows it. But that doesn't mean he isn't allowed to pause, break, and think about his next move. By the time Michael shows him his smile, the cigarette on his lip is a third of the way burned.]
[Greed pinches it, pitching it over the side of the rail. Because he knows that look. Knows it well, in fact.] Oh, ho - ! There you go. There's that attitude of yours. Was almost starting to think you were gunna make it easy on me. [Behind him, his tail shivers. It twitches softly along the balcony's concrete slab, shaking out a small speckling of ice.] And is that what you're worried about? If I'd cause a scene? [He tilts his head, giving Michael a slow, mocking wink.] Or is it something else?
[The Sin rolls his neck. With no words left to give, he takes another leap upward. The tips of his claws sink into the lip of the next balcony and as he leaves behind five, deep-run gouges, he uses the anchor as a jumping point to land boots-first on the banister.]
[Thnck.]
Haven't held your punches before, don't see why that should change now. [He hums, gripping the rail between his legs. With his shoulders hunched and his knees splayed out, it would be all too easy to mistake him for a gargoyle; his steamy breath and wafting tail, the only things giving him away. Greed smears one of his hands along the iron, putting together a short pile of sleet.]
Cold feet, huh. [He says, mostly to himself. But once he has enough ice, he squishes it together, forming a broken, loose-shaped sphere.] Dunno, Blues. Why don't we find out?
[He doesn't bother aiming for Michael this time. No, once again, he uses the ball as means of directing his attention elsewhere. Because as soon as the snow leaves his hand, the Sin tilts back, making his heels notch into the rail. He waits a second, just enough time to catch Michael with that too-sure smile of his, before prying his hands loose off the banister. And as his body begins its free fall, the former homunculus touches the side of his temple, shooting off a sarcastic salute.]
Hardly. For the man who wants it all, it isn’t a stretch. That’s where we differ, you live for the contact with others, while I find myself eager to get away. Standing here now, feeling the chill against my face, is the ultimate sense of peace.
It sounds like you are making decisions for me again. [ He muses, knowing full well that Greed is right and wouldn’t lead him astray. If he says it isn’t the type of place for him, then it isn’t. ] I’m beginning to think you care more about my face than I do, Greed. Is there something you want to tell me?
[ The sparks alight against the stark white background and, once the cigarette is lit, he finds he can follow the glow every time he inhales. It would be a foolish move for anyone else, but he knows anything the former homunculus does is deliberate. ] The ice? No, but I should have known you would think outside the box, even with something like this. I’m impressed, you used your environment to your advantage. Throwing your vest was a nice touch, but an unnecessary sacrifice.
No, taking it easy on any opponent would be an insult. Besides, why would I hold back when I’m rarely able to let myself go? Though, if you keep going on like that, I might just take a cheap shot to be spiteful. You know that isn’t the case. [ Normally, that is. He would never do such a dishonorable thing, but the might is vague enough to let him find a loophole in his own rigid set of rules. ]
It won’t, but I hope you don’t end up regretting this in the end. I told you once before, I’ve only lost one fight in my lifetime.
[ Before the snowball even makes contact, Michael spreads both his arms out to either side, tipping his head off to one side to watch him. He knows a snowball is coming but, after the last sneak attack, he is expecting another trick. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall forward with all the grace of a swan.
Without a confined space to compress them, all six wings stretch to their full length and snap in the air to give him enough speed to catch up to the dark blur still falling. There is no immediate retaliation but his dive will earn him bonus points. In the midst of their fall, he pulls the sunglasses off and, now nearly nose to nose with him, returns them to their owner. ]
The vest you’ll have to win back. Oh, and Greed? You seem to have dropped something. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t return it?
[ That snowball he threw? Michael reveals it in his other hand before promptly reaching out to dump it on his head and ruffle his hair to ensure the slush gets worked in properly. After though? His wings catch him right before he hits the ground, making for a nimble landing. ]
It sounds like you are making decisions for me again. [ He muses, knowing full well that Greed is right and wouldn’t lead him astray. If he says it isn’t the type of place for him, then it isn’t. ] I’m beginning to think you care more about my face than I do, Greed. Is there something you want to tell me?
[ The sparks alight against the stark white background and, once the cigarette is lit, he finds he can follow the glow every time he inhales. It would be a foolish move for anyone else, but he knows anything the former homunculus does is deliberate. ] The ice? No, but I should have known you would think outside the box, even with something like this. I’m impressed, you used your environment to your advantage. Throwing your vest was a nice touch, but an unnecessary sacrifice.
No, taking it easy on any opponent would be an insult. Besides, why would I hold back when I’m rarely able to let myself go? Though, if you keep going on like that, I might just take a cheap shot to be spiteful. You know that isn’t the case. [ Normally, that is. He would never do such a dishonorable thing, but the might is vague enough to let him find a loophole in his own rigid set of rules. ]
It won’t, but I hope you don’t end up regretting this in the end. I told you once before, I’ve only lost one fight in my lifetime.
[ Before the snowball even makes contact, Michael spreads both his arms out to either side, tipping his head off to one side to watch him. He knows a snowball is coming but, after the last sneak attack, he is expecting another trick. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall forward with all the grace of a swan.
Without a confined space to compress them, all six wings stretch to their full length and snap in the air to give him enough speed to catch up to the dark blur still falling. There is no immediate retaliation but his dive will earn him bonus points. In the midst of their fall, he pulls the sunglasses off and, now nearly nose to nose with him, returns them to their owner. ]
The vest you’ll have to win back. Oh, and Greed? You seem to have dropped something. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t return it?
[ That snowball he threw? Michael reveals it in his other hand before promptly reaching out to dump it on his head and ruffle his hair to ensure the slush gets worked in properly. After though? His wings catch him right before he hits the ground, making for a nimble landing. ]
[He has just enough time to snap his teeth. The warm air trapped in his lungs fogs off the tips of them. Against the whipping wind, it only lasts for a second; its moment short-lived and quick. But it doesn't matter. Because as he feels his sunglasses press up his nose, the Sin leans forward. He knows he has only seconds (precious seconds), but he takes them for all their worth. And they are worth it. Worth it all, if only for - ]
Ah - ? [He barely manages to get out before a slosh of ice flattens between his horns. It catches him off guard, making his body second guess itself before the evitable plunge. The squares of his heels grind into the snow, dragging out parallel lines that wander and wave like the backend of a car, spinning in a fishtail. No, where Michael's landing is graceful and smooth, his? It's entirely the opposite. A showering wake of ice and snow fans along either side of him and as the Sin reaches out, he sinks his claws into the ground, pulling up a cake of stiff-cold mud.]
Ha AHAHAHAHA - ! I'd say that was a pretty cheap shot. [Greed tips back on his heels to pry his nails loose. Already, the ice stuck between them is beginning to melt; his oppressive heat turning it to a sloshy, sleety mix. He stands up, shaking his wrist to flick a splattering of half-frozen muck onto the snow.] As for that, I'm not worried about your face, Blues. Mine just - ah, doesn't matter. [Running his hands through his hair, he gives it a quick shake.] And there's nothing to tell that you wouldn't know already.
[He tilts his head to the side and a slop of snow splats along his boots. Shloop. Whatever style he had to his hair is gone by this point.] So, what? Are you saying you're impressed by me now? [He starts in as a single clump of snow slides down his face. Greed takes one step forward. All around the courtyard, there's signs of where he's been: the tracks of his boots leading up to the hotel, the small divots where he's retaliated in their friendly game of fire. And as light snow begins to gradually eat them away, the Sin lets his tail tunnel through a sizable mound.]
You might not be good with people, but you wouldn't be the first. [The spines at the tip of his tail scrape at the snow, breaking it apart into sizable, throwable chunks.] Outcasts, Michael. Here, before. They always come to me. Those that could never live a normal kind of life - [Trailing off, the Sin slides his eyes slyly to the side. Ah, and there's that look again. That terrible, awful look.] - that much hasn't changed. Might not think it, but I've always been a fan of the underdog.
[He takes his moment, then. With a whipping snap, the former homunculus yanks his tail from the snow, sending a curtain of ice out in front of him. It shoots into the air like a spray. One thick, whitening, and maybe, just maybe, disorienting enough that he won't see him coming. No one said he couldn't play dirty, after all. And as he slides forward, he crouches down, grabbing two more handfuls of snow.]
[One, he aims for Michael's face. But the other? He'll try to get down the front of shirt.]
Ah - ? [He barely manages to get out before a slosh of ice flattens between his horns. It catches him off guard, making his body second guess itself before the evitable plunge. The squares of his heels grind into the snow, dragging out parallel lines that wander and wave like the backend of a car, spinning in a fishtail. No, where Michael's landing is graceful and smooth, his? It's entirely the opposite. A showering wake of ice and snow fans along either side of him and as the Sin reaches out, he sinks his claws into the ground, pulling up a cake of stiff-cold mud.]
Ha AHAHAHAHA - ! I'd say that was a pretty cheap shot. [Greed tips back on his heels to pry his nails loose. Already, the ice stuck between them is beginning to melt; his oppressive heat turning it to a sloshy, sleety mix. He stands up, shaking his wrist to flick a splattering of half-frozen muck onto the snow.] As for that, I'm not worried about your face, Blues. Mine just - ah, doesn't matter. [Running his hands through his hair, he gives it a quick shake.] And there's nothing to tell that you wouldn't know already.
[He tilts his head to the side and a slop of snow splats along his boots. Shloop. Whatever style he had to his hair is gone by this point.] So, what? Are you saying you're impressed by me now? [He starts in as a single clump of snow slides down his face. Greed takes one step forward. All around the courtyard, there's signs of where he's been: the tracks of his boots leading up to the hotel, the small divots where he's retaliated in their friendly game of fire. And as light snow begins to gradually eat them away, the Sin lets his tail tunnel through a sizable mound.]
You might not be good with people, but you wouldn't be the first. [The spines at the tip of his tail scrape at the snow, breaking it apart into sizable, throwable chunks.] Outcasts, Michael. Here, before. They always come to me. Those that could never live a normal kind of life - [Trailing off, the Sin slides his eyes slyly to the side. Ah, and there's that look again. That terrible, awful look.] - that much hasn't changed. Might not think it, but I've always been a fan of the underdog.
[He takes his moment, then. With a whipping snap, the former homunculus yanks his tail from the snow, sending a curtain of ice out in front of him. It shoots into the air like a spray. One thick, whitening, and maybe, just maybe, disorienting enough that he won't see him coming. No one said he couldn't play dirty, after all. And as he slides forward, he crouches down, grabbing two more handfuls of snow.]
[One, he aims for Michael's face. But the other? He'll try to get down the front of shirt.]
Was it? I believe I remember someone telling me all is fair in love and war.
[ He watches the whole display, noting how quickly the ice melts. Well, at least someone is equipped to deal with this weather. Were he anyone else, he might have been a little jealous but the warm clothing, as long as it isn’t cumbersome, is not a huge imposition. Tedious maybe, but not to the degree of warranting the jealousy. ]
Impressed? Don’t be absurd, it will take more than fancy footwork and ingenuity to impress me, Greed, but you’re well on your way. Let’s take care of that pride now, before your head gets so large that you’re unable to fit in the elevator for the ride down.
[ His attention lingers on the chunks and he nearly grins. This may be all in good fun but (aside from the Purge) it has been a long time since he was able to move like this. He is both thankful and impressed. ]
No, I would never expect you to root for anyone but the underdog. The underdog has everything going against them, much like the outcasts that flock to him, but everything to gain. When one feels they have nothing to lose, that is when they feel the most alive.
[ Michael digs a heel into the snow-covered earth to give himself a better foothold when he snaps his wings in an attempt to thwart the oncoming distraction. It is somewhat successful but appears to leave him wide open to both snowballs.
Funny enough, he lets the first one strike him in the face and shakes his head to clear his vision. He snatches up the wrist of the hand going to dump the snow and tries to twist it, letting the snow flurry over the top of his head instead. He hasn’t even begun to get into this fight yet, snow is not the only weapon available to him.
But there is no pride in his eyes when he hooks his foot around Greed’s leg to try and knock him off balance — just enough to make him stumble forward a little so he is easier to reach. Why? Well, all six of his wings create a loose cocoon around them both as he leans up, catches him by the chin and locks their lips together. Soft and hesitant but lingering.
When he pulls back, he is still close enough to smell him, to taste the lingering hint of nicotine on his mouth. But is there victory in his eyes? No, he looks so incredibly torn. Finally, nonchalantly, he begins to withdraw. ]
I yield. [ With a snap of his fingers, the vest reappears on Greed. Now that is a cheap parting shot. ] I suppose that makes this your win.
[ He watches the whole display, noting how quickly the ice melts. Well, at least someone is equipped to deal with this weather. Were he anyone else, he might have been a little jealous but the warm clothing, as long as it isn’t cumbersome, is not a huge imposition. Tedious maybe, but not to the degree of warranting the jealousy. ]
Impressed? Don’t be absurd, it will take more than fancy footwork and ingenuity to impress me, Greed, but you’re well on your way. Let’s take care of that pride now, before your head gets so large that you’re unable to fit in the elevator for the ride down.
[ His attention lingers on the chunks and he nearly grins. This may be all in good fun but (aside from the Purge) it has been a long time since he was able to move like this. He is both thankful and impressed. ]
No, I would never expect you to root for anyone but the underdog. The underdog has everything going against them, much like the outcasts that flock to him, but everything to gain. When one feels they have nothing to lose, that is when they feel the most alive.
[ Michael digs a heel into the snow-covered earth to give himself a better foothold when he snaps his wings in an attempt to thwart the oncoming distraction. It is somewhat successful but appears to leave him wide open to both snowballs.
Funny enough, he lets the first one strike him in the face and shakes his head to clear his vision. He snatches up the wrist of the hand going to dump the snow and tries to twist it, letting the snow flurry over the top of his head instead. He hasn’t even begun to get into this fight yet, snow is not the only weapon available to him.
But there is no pride in his eyes when he hooks his foot around Greed’s leg to try and knock him off balance — just enough to make him stumble forward a little so he is easier to reach. Why? Well, all six of his wings create a loose cocoon around them both as he leans up, catches him by the chin and locks their lips together. Soft and hesitant but lingering.
When he pulls back, he is still close enough to smell him, to taste the lingering hint of nicotine on his mouth. But is there victory in his eyes? No, he looks so incredibly torn. Finally, nonchalantly, he begins to withdraw. ]
I yield. [ With a snap of his fingers, the vest reappears on Greed. Now that is a cheap parting shot. ] I suppose that makes this your win.
[A slosh of ice slides down the side of his jaw, meeting his grin and splitting. This is a different side of Michael he rarely (if ever) gets to see. Where duty and paperwork have been brushed aside and the fight isn't one between righteousness and a perceived threat, but a way to let loose. To let loose, to unwind, and to be free for maybe the first time ever in his life.]
Love and war, huh? Didn't think it was that serious, Blue Eyes. [The thick cloud of fog hanging around his face thins and the Sin jerks his hips, shoving his heel deep into the snow. At first, he thinks he has the upper hand. Even when Michael grabs his wrist and twists it, the expression on his face is as wild as ever. No, this fight has barely begun, and it wouldn't be the Archangel he knows if he let him down so easy. It's been trained into him: how to maneuver and manipulate the situation to play the odds out in his favor.]
[But he's so focused on his face that he easily misses the next move. There's a foot around his leg, a tug of gravity, and the former homunculus (surprised, but not shocked) claps his jaws together, readying himself for a painful blow. Michael Morningstar may not look much to most. But ah, he's said it, hasn't he? How looks can be oh-so deceiving.]
[And he's ready for it. The 'Shield trembles up his neck, instinctually fingering at his chin in preparation, and the Sin goes solidly stiff.]
[What he isn't ready for is the gentle touch on his chin and the kiss that follows, as chaste and light as the snow all around them.]
[Greed blinks through the haze. He can taste Michael on his lips, the graze of him, the clean kind of sweetness (crisp, barely there like crystal-clear water) of him against the leftover tobacco sticking to his teeth. It's fresh is what it is. Fresh, feather-weight, yet painfully, painfully brief.]
[Which is why, for a second, he says nothing at all and just watches him; the look on his face, as dumbfounded as a man on the receiving end of a five-finger slap.] Tsk - [The former homunculus shoots his hand out, trying to snag any part of Michael that he can (be it his shirt, his collar, or anything else within his grabbing, gaping reach).]
[He doesn't even seem to care when the vest reappears on his back, bringing the comfortable fur of his collar pluming along his neck. No, oh no. He's got something else in mind. Something he's been waiting a long, long time for.]
[Greed skirts air between his teeth, wheezing it over their sharp, knifing points.] - oi, oi, oi. It wasn't about winning, Blues. [Another slip of melting snow trickles down the back of his neck and dives behind his vest.]
[He makes an effort to lean in, then; his whole body chasing after Michael's retreat like a shadow, stretching with sun. Greed bows his head and as his fingers loosen their grip, a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.] Wouldn't have made a difference, y'know. If I won or not. That was never the point. [When he leans forward, he makes an effort to try to find Michael's forehead with his own; the touch of the jewel in his forehead warm despite the chill.] But I'll say one thing.
[Slowly, his eyes peel open and a shimmer of red teases behind them.]
It took you long enough.
Love and war, huh? Didn't think it was that serious, Blue Eyes. [The thick cloud of fog hanging around his face thins and the Sin jerks his hips, shoving his heel deep into the snow. At first, he thinks he has the upper hand. Even when Michael grabs his wrist and twists it, the expression on his face is as wild as ever. No, this fight has barely begun, and it wouldn't be the Archangel he knows if he let him down so easy. It's been trained into him: how to maneuver and manipulate the situation to play the odds out in his favor.]
[But he's so focused on his face that he easily misses the next move. There's a foot around his leg, a tug of gravity, and the former homunculus (surprised, but not shocked) claps his jaws together, readying himself for a painful blow. Michael Morningstar may not look much to most. But ah, he's said it, hasn't he? How looks can be oh-so deceiving.]
[And he's ready for it. The 'Shield trembles up his neck, instinctually fingering at his chin in preparation, and the Sin goes solidly stiff.]
[What he isn't ready for is the gentle touch on his chin and the kiss that follows, as chaste and light as the snow all around them.]
[Greed blinks through the haze. He can taste Michael on his lips, the graze of him, the clean kind of sweetness (crisp, barely there like crystal-clear water) of him against the leftover tobacco sticking to his teeth. It's fresh is what it is. Fresh, feather-weight, yet painfully, painfully brief.]
[Which is why, for a second, he says nothing at all and just watches him; the look on his face, as dumbfounded as a man on the receiving end of a five-finger slap.] Tsk - [The former homunculus shoots his hand out, trying to snag any part of Michael that he can (be it his shirt, his collar, or anything else within his grabbing, gaping reach).]
[He doesn't even seem to care when the vest reappears on his back, bringing the comfortable fur of his collar pluming along his neck. No, oh no. He's got something else in mind. Something he's been waiting a long, long time for.]
[Greed skirts air between his teeth, wheezing it over their sharp, knifing points.] - oi, oi, oi. It wasn't about winning, Blues. [Another slip of melting snow trickles down the back of his neck and dives behind his vest.]
[He makes an effort to lean in, then; his whole body chasing after Michael's retreat like a shadow, stretching with sun. Greed bows his head and as his fingers loosen their grip, a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.] Wouldn't have made a difference, y'know. If I won or not. That was never the point. [When he leans forward, he makes an effort to try to find Michael's forehead with his own; the touch of the jewel in his forehead warm despite the chill.] But I'll say one thing.
[Slowly, his eyes peel open and a shimmer of red teases behind them.]
It took you long enough.
[ War is always serious, no matter the species. This is why the offspring of animals partake in playful spars of their own to prepare them for a predestined life that favors the continuation of their bloodlines rather than love, a life wrought with danger. Love is something they cannot afford in their even shorter lives, it is kill or be killed.
Even so, love and war will always go hand in hand.
But as much as he might be dwelling too harshly on the words, he is finally letting go. He is doing what everyone here has asked him to, to stop living for people other than himself when those people are not here. As unfamiliar as it might be, it does feel nice.
The smile on his face is almost boyish and his attire, at least his shirt, is partially untucked and lightly wrinkled. His hair? Unkempt. But the way Greed stands there without a word has him thinking he has over-stepped his boundaries. A disadvantage in a battle would normally have him retreating to find a better vantage point, where he could take the time to assess and troubleshoot.
He does not have that here, not when he feels his escape halted by claws. Not to rip or tear, but just to encourage him to stay. If he had a heart, it would be rattling in his chest like a pinball. As it stands, a breath that is unnecessary to take catches in his throat to give away his anticipation. ]
Don’t take part in a battle with that kind of attitude, things can change quickly.
[ A reprimand, sure, but his tone is soft and somewhat fond, as his hand finds the hand that grabbed him. For a moment, all he does is gingerly stroke at the claws, still wrapping his mind around the fact that he did this at all. To be so impulsive is unlike him. ]
I don’t know if it was the right choice, but it was a choice. My choice. Does that count for anything? [ Michael never tries to avoid his gaze. In fact, he seems to be looking so intently, like he expects the answer to his unease will be there. Only when he finds nothing does he start to shy away a fraction.
What is done is done and now he is at a loss. What happens now? Is it wrong of him to think that seeing him the following day won’t be a problem? He did not do this for a guarantee, not for a taste of something forbidden or any other frivolous claim. A kiss is typically reserved for humans, and they are not human, to breed connection, but it also be a show of respect.
No, even he knows he didn’t do this for that reason.
Should he apologize? No, at least not after he feels himself easing forward so their foreheads can meet. The warmth, as big a contrast as the man himself, has Michael sinking against him, his wings drawing back to reveal the display. He does not care who sees, that alone startles him.
Before making contact and closing his eyes, blue meets red as he takes in the glow. Quietly, more to himself than to his company: ]
Patience is a virtue.
Even so, love and war will always go hand in hand.
But as much as he might be dwelling too harshly on the words, he is finally letting go. He is doing what everyone here has asked him to, to stop living for people other than himself when those people are not here. As unfamiliar as it might be, it does feel nice.
The smile on his face is almost boyish and his attire, at least his shirt, is partially untucked and lightly wrinkled. His hair? Unkempt. But the way Greed stands there without a word has him thinking he has over-stepped his boundaries. A disadvantage in a battle would normally have him retreating to find a better vantage point, where he could take the time to assess and troubleshoot.
He does not have that here, not when he feels his escape halted by claws. Not to rip or tear, but just to encourage him to stay. If he had a heart, it would be rattling in his chest like a pinball. As it stands, a breath that is unnecessary to take catches in his throat to give away his anticipation. ]
Don’t take part in a battle with that kind of attitude, things can change quickly.
[ A reprimand, sure, but his tone is soft and somewhat fond, as his hand finds the hand that grabbed him. For a moment, all he does is gingerly stroke at the claws, still wrapping his mind around the fact that he did this at all. To be so impulsive is unlike him. ]
I don’t know if it was the right choice, but it was a choice. My choice. Does that count for anything? [ Michael never tries to avoid his gaze. In fact, he seems to be looking so intently, like he expects the answer to his unease will be there. Only when he finds nothing does he start to shy away a fraction.
What is done is done and now he is at a loss. What happens now? Is it wrong of him to think that seeing him the following day won’t be a problem? He did not do this for a guarantee, not for a taste of something forbidden or any other frivolous claim. A kiss is typically reserved for humans, and they are not human, to breed connection, but it also be a show of respect.
No, even he knows he didn’t do this for that reason.
Should he apologize? No, at least not after he feels himself easing forward so their foreheads can meet. The warmth, as big a contrast as the man himself, has Michael sinking against him, his wings drawing back to reveal the display. He does not care who sees, that alone startles him.
Before making contact and closing his eyes, blue meets red as he takes in the glow. Quietly, more to himself than to his company: ]
Patience is a virtue.
[The Sin's tail licks out behind him and with a flick, he sends another splintering of ice pelting to the ground, making small imprints in the snow. He lets a shallow breath slip between his teeth. No, he knows all about war. How it always costs more, how it never comes cheap. But this isn't a battleground, even if the tracks in the ice say otherwise. It's that other half of the equation. And while he doesn't know it, while he never quite will, wanting. Ah, is that a language he can understand.]
[Starting from the pinkie and moving up, Greed splays out his fingers. He keeps the hooks of his claws curled closer to the inside of his palm, leaving their soft edges open to the touch.] If we were really fighting, I don't think we'd be having this conversation, Blues. [His eyes sink heavy at the rims of his sunglasses. There's something almost unreadable about his look: the stillness as he follows after Michael's hand, the slight twitch in his gaze as the slits of his eyes widen, only to snap back to narrow, quaking points. The former homunculus flexes his toes in his boots. He can feel the chill biting at the leather, and it's enough to bring him back.]
[And bring him back, it does. The smile on his face is softer somehow. Kinder. Like the smooth side of steel, hiding its edge. A hum vibrates deafly in his chest.] Your choice, huh? [Greed catches Michael's stare. He thinks he can almost see those gears of his turning. Those endless thoughts racing against themselves, trying to justify every action on a set of scales that don't exist.]
[The Sin makes a sound in his nose.] Tch, does it count. That's a stupid question. [He tries to level the flat part of his thumb under Michael's chin as he feels his wings retreat. It's like the curtain is finally being pulled aside. And if someone happens to catch what's behind it? If someone gets a little peek? Well, it's not like he's ever been shy before.]
[Still, he makes an effort to pivot a bit. Michael's been as giving as he always is. It seems only fair that he returns the gesture. Greed twists his back, exposing it towards the windows of the hotel. It may not be a lot of privacy, but it's something.] Getting lost in that head of yours again, aren't you? [He slurs and as he tilts his chin, he lets the tip of his nose brush against Michael's.] I could tell you the same thing I always do. What's right and what's wrong never mattered to me, Blue Eyes. What matters is whether this is what you really want.
[Given how close he is, the Sin lets his words touch along Michael's lips. He's barely there and everywhere all at once; his presence more similar to steam, venting from a cold, iron grate. Greed peels his head away and as he tries to feel out the Archangel's lower lip with his thumb, the tip of his tail whisks at the snow, collecting up a small, powdery dusting.]
And you can't really call me virtuous. Besides, if it really bothers you, you can always blame it on that little problem of yours - [A sneer teases on his face. Of course, he's not being serious. Even if this whole thing had started as a way of distracting Michael, this? Whatever this is? He wouldn't change it for the world.]
[Doesn't mean he can't be a shit about it.]
[Greed nips at the corner of Michael's mouth before finally pulling away.] - now, before you get any more crazy ideas, think it's about time you head back upstairs, hmn? [Lifting his hand, the Sin slowly tries to push the Archangel's hair back. The man is a stickler for presentation, after all.] No point staying out here.
[Starting from the pinkie and moving up, Greed splays out his fingers. He keeps the hooks of his claws curled closer to the inside of his palm, leaving their soft edges open to the touch.] If we were really fighting, I don't think we'd be having this conversation, Blues. [His eyes sink heavy at the rims of his sunglasses. There's something almost unreadable about his look: the stillness as he follows after Michael's hand, the slight twitch in his gaze as the slits of his eyes widen, only to snap back to narrow, quaking points. The former homunculus flexes his toes in his boots. He can feel the chill biting at the leather, and it's enough to bring him back.]
[And bring him back, it does. The smile on his face is softer somehow. Kinder. Like the smooth side of steel, hiding its edge. A hum vibrates deafly in his chest.] Your choice, huh? [Greed catches Michael's stare. He thinks he can almost see those gears of his turning. Those endless thoughts racing against themselves, trying to justify every action on a set of scales that don't exist.]
[The Sin makes a sound in his nose.] Tch, does it count. That's a stupid question. [He tries to level the flat part of his thumb under Michael's chin as he feels his wings retreat. It's like the curtain is finally being pulled aside. And if someone happens to catch what's behind it? If someone gets a little peek? Well, it's not like he's ever been shy before.]
[Still, he makes an effort to pivot a bit. Michael's been as giving as he always is. It seems only fair that he returns the gesture. Greed twists his back, exposing it towards the windows of the hotel. It may not be a lot of privacy, but it's something.] Getting lost in that head of yours again, aren't you? [He slurs and as he tilts his chin, he lets the tip of his nose brush against Michael's.] I could tell you the same thing I always do. What's right and what's wrong never mattered to me, Blue Eyes. What matters is whether this is what you really want.
[Given how close he is, the Sin lets his words touch along Michael's lips. He's barely there and everywhere all at once; his presence more similar to steam, venting from a cold, iron grate. Greed peels his head away and as he tries to feel out the Archangel's lower lip with his thumb, the tip of his tail whisks at the snow, collecting up a small, powdery dusting.]
And you can't really call me virtuous. Besides, if it really bothers you, you can always blame it on that little problem of yours - [A sneer teases on his face. Of course, he's not being serious. Even if this whole thing had started as a way of distracting Michael, this? Whatever this is? He wouldn't change it for the world.]
[Doesn't mean he can't be a shit about it.]
[Greed nips at the corner of Michael's mouth before finally pulling away.] - now, before you get any more crazy ideas, think it's about time you head back upstairs, hmn? [Lifting his hand, the Sin slowly tries to push the Archangel's hair back. The man is a stickler for presentation, after all.] No point staying out here.
[ The ice chunks catch his attention, causing him to look away just long enough to trace their path. His amusement kicks back in when he finds himself wondering why Greed didn’t bother to use this blatant distraction to pick up another handful of snow and dump it on him. ]
On that you definitely know better, I’m an angel of many words. Even when I fight I try to minimize damage and talk my so-called enemies down. I might have limited what I said, but I would still talk to you openly like this.
[ The expression gives him pause because he has always been able to read him, much to the displeasure of the former homunculus. But here and now? He finds himself at a loss, as want isn’t typically something he deals with, not in this manner. If the circumstances were different, he might have teased him for the soft expression. For now, he quietly relishes in it. ] Yes, my choice. I have you to thank for that.
[ A laugh, a mere exhale through his nose, is all he gets about his bad habit while he tilts his head into the touch. Oh, his movements are a little awkward but he has the spirit. When they are nose to nose, he closes his eyes. ]
You could say that but you know it won’t do any good, and it is what I want. You’ll have to excuse the execution because, for once, I’m flying blind here. It’s strange, being close enough to smell and taste someone. A show of intimacy that I never thought I would take any part in.
[ Annd there he is, right back to the Sin he knows he is. The indignation is splashed across his face. ]
Ideas, he says. [ He scoffs at the insinuation, his feathers bristling behind him. There are no ideas in his head at the moment, just a vast, endless void of static and dial-up tones. Michael reaches up to touch the corner of his mouth where his teeth nipped, looking vaguely startled. ]
Banishing me to my room like a child, you’re very audacious, aren’t you? As it just so happens, I was planning on going back after I returned the vest. You should go back before Miss Kamora starts wondering where her prize is. I did text her to let her know you would be picking it up.
[ He closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh at the fingers through his hair. Leave it to Greed to be mindful of his appearance for him, as well as try to protect his virtue. ]
Thank you for the distraction but, if I worried about someone seeing us, I wouldn’t have lowered my wings. Remember that. [ His voice drops to a whisper, his expression softening into something that almost comes off as tender. The small amount of embarrassment he will feel later is a problem for future Michael. ]
Goodnight, Greed.
On that you definitely know better, I’m an angel of many words. Even when I fight I try to minimize damage and talk my so-called enemies down. I might have limited what I said, but I would still talk to you openly like this.
[ The expression gives him pause because he has always been able to read him, much to the displeasure of the former homunculus. But here and now? He finds himself at a loss, as want isn’t typically something he deals with, not in this manner. If the circumstances were different, he might have teased him for the soft expression. For now, he quietly relishes in it. ] Yes, my choice. I have you to thank for that.
[ A laugh, a mere exhale through his nose, is all he gets about his bad habit while he tilts his head into the touch. Oh, his movements are a little awkward but he has the spirit. When they are nose to nose, he closes his eyes. ]
You could say that but you know it won’t do any good, and it is what I want. You’ll have to excuse the execution because, for once, I’m flying blind here. It’s strange, being close enough to smell and taste someone. A show of intimacy that I never thought I would take any part in.
[ Annd there he is, right back to the Sin he knows he is. The indignation is splashed across his face. ]
Ideas, he says. [ He scoffs at the insinuation, his feathers bristling behind him. There are no ideas in his head at the moment, just a vast, endless void of static and dial-up tones. Michael reaches up to touch the corner of his mouth where his teeth nipped, looking vaguely startled. ]
Banishing me to my room like a child, you’re very audacious, aren’t you? As it just so happens, I was planning on going back after I returned the vest. You should go back before Miss Kamora starts wondering where her prize is. I did text her to let her know you would be picking it up.
[ He closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh at the fingers through his hair. Leave it to Greed to be mindful of his appearance for him, as well as try to protect his virtue. ]
Thank you for the distraction but, if I worried about someone seeing us, I wouldn’t have lowered my wings. Remember that. [ His voice drops to a whisper, his expression softening into something that almost comes off as tender. The small amount of embarrassment he will feel later is a problem for future Michael. ]
Goodnight, Greed.
[ Greed is the proud recipient of an ornate looking watch that has a note attached, written in an impossibly neat font.
I know you’re making a face right now, so stop it. Make sure to hold your hand over the back, you might find something interesting. Happy Holidays, Greed.
- M. ]
I know you’re making a face right now, so stop it. Make sure to hold your hand over the back, you might find something interesting. Happy Holidays, Greed.
- M. ]
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[It takes two days before he sends the text. Because yeah, he was making a face. Maybe, he still is. And if he's flipped that watch open and shut like a fidget toy during all that time, well.]
[Everyone's got their secrets, don't they.]
you're only going to get this from me once
i don't know the spots upstairs as well as i do down here. you choose the place. this holiday's eve or whatever its called looks like its gunna be busy. day sounds like its pretty quiet. wherever you want to go. if you need suggestions, ask nanami kento. the accountant
but keep in mind this is a one time deal. so you can either take it or leave it
[Everyone's got their secrets, don't they.]
you're only going to get this from me once
i don't know the spots upstairs as well as i do down here. you choose the place. this holiday's eve or whatever its called looks like its gunna be busy. day sounds like its pretty quiet. wherever you want to go. if you need suggestions, ask nanami kento. the accountant
but keep in mind this is a one time deal. so you can either take it or leave it
Two days, that must be a record amount of silence coming from you.
I realize saying that this isn’t necessary is pointless, so I will take it — but not out. I am feeling less than festive and I just so happen to know a place that makes the best noodles up here. They deliver.
It seems I’ve developed a taste for them. So your accountant can keep his secrets for now.
Dress nicely. Sleeves are optional.
[ He might be smiling on his end for this one. ]
I realize saying that this isn’t necessary is pointless, so I will take it — but not out. I am feeling less than festive and I just so happen to know a place that makes the best noodles up here. They deliver.
It seems I’ve developed a taste for them. So your accountant can keep his secrets for now.
Dress nicely. Sleeves are optional.
[ He might be smiling on his end for this one. ]
and youre still a pissant. maybe i just had something to take care of hmn ?
[He drops what's left of his cigarette into an open glass, letting it sink into yesterday's leftovers.]
eh looks like most places are closed anyway. so your place then. just give me the time and i'll be there
[Greed arches his eyebrows, creasing his forehead. A taste for noodles, huh?]
ha! suit yourself. kento's got a habit of making it complicated. easier this way
[The Sin slides off the stool. There's a long pause before the next message. Because as he lets his eyes flick down the bar, he catches something in his sights. Something he specifically went out for, that he specifically bought, and ah, that says it all, doesn't it?]
[Greed 'tsks' out of the corner of his mouth.]
yeah yeah sure. whatever you want. but leave the door open for me this time. i'll find my way up
[He drops what's left of his cigarette into an open glass, letting it sink into yesterday's leftovers.]
eh looks like most places are closed anyway. so your place then. just give me the time and i'll be there
[Greed arches his eyebrows, creasing his forehead. A taste for noodles, huh?]
ha! suit yourself. kento's got a habit of making it complicated. easier this way
[The Sin slides off the stool. There's a long pause before the next message. Because as he lets his eyes flick down the bar, he catches something in his sights. Something he specifically went out for, that he specifically bought, and ah, that says it all, doesn't it?]
[Greed 'tsks' out of the corner of his mouth.]
yeah yeah sure. whatever you want. but leave the door open for me this time. i'll find my way up
Oh? Enlighten me. What has kept you so busy? It’s been too quiet without you scaling my balcony.
[ He, meanwhile, is fussing with paperwork at his desk. Plans for the future of the upcoming reintroduction of the self-defense course. This is a worthwhile distraction. ]
Even Heaven is mindful of those wanting to spend the holidays with their families. Evidently there are Christmas specials on. How does 7PM sound?
[ Despite the fact that the cat is blind, Argus looks at him in a way that has him making a face. Everyone is judged eventually. ]
Is it complicated or does he simply know what he wants? He seems like a man who prefers control rather than chaos, I expect that trickles into his dining choices as well.
[ Hold on a moment now, the door? He never uses the front door, so he laughs it off. ]
Are you going to serenade me too? If I had a heart, it would be fluttering. The door is unlocked, as requested.
[ He, meanwhile, is fussing with paperwork at his desk. Plans for the future of the upcoming reintroduction of the self-defense course. This is a worthwhile distraction. ]
Even Heaven is mindful of those wanting to spend the holidays with their families. Evidently there are Christmas specials on. How does 7PM sound?
[ Despite the fact that the cat is blind, Argus looks at him in a way that has him making a face. Everyone is judged eventually. ]
Is it complicated or does he simply know what he wants? He seems like a man who prefers control rather than chaos, I expect that trickles into his dining choices as well.
[ Hold on a moment now, the door? He never uses the front door, so he laughs it off. ]
Are you going to serenade me too? If I had a heart, it would be fluttering. The door is unlocked, as requested.
oh ? miss me blue eyes? all you have to do is ask. but just business. nothing ya gotta worry yourself over.
[AKA, it's probably something questionably legal, questionably moral, and no doubt, something a bit more on the scale of arguably gray.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek.]
and it looks like hell has other ideas. and what do you mean christmas specials? yknow hold that thought. youre probably going to tell me all about it when i get thrre arent you?
[He grins to himself, pocketing a damp pile of money off the bar. But for once? He doesn't care if he has to listen to an hour-long lecture. Some things are worth the time.]
complicated. a dinner doesnt have to be a whole whatever the hell that was. but youre right about one thing. the man does know what he wants
[The Sin turns away and his tail wafts out behind him, shaking softly. He snaps at the air with his teeth.]
oi oi oi. ive told you before dont take me for something i'm not. just would be a little hard is all considerig
[AKA, it's probably something questionably legal, questionably moral, and no doubt, something a bit more on the scale of arguably gray.]
[Greed clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek.]
and it looks like hell has other ideas. and what do you mean christmas specials? yknow hold that thought. youre probably going to tell me all about it when i get thrre arent you?
[He grins to himself, pocketing a damp pile of money off the bar. But for once? He doesn't care if he has to listen to an hour-long lecture. Some things are worth the time.]
complicated. a dinner doesnt have to be a whole whatever the hell that was. but youre right about one thing. the man does know what he wants
[The Sin turns away and his tail wafts out behind him, shaking softly. He snaps at the air with his teeth.]
oi oi oi. ive told you before dont take me for something i'm not. just would be a little hard is all considerig
I enjoy your company, it would be strange if I didn’t miss you, wouldn't it? I will take your word for it, something tells me I won’t like the details if I try and pry further.
[ Not even a question at this point, he knows he has his claws in questionable people and things. ]
You know me too well. Very well, I will save it until you get here. Just give me a few minutes to make the room presentable.
[ Mike. Mike. His room is so clean that someone could perform surgery here and never worry about the field. No, there is another reason he wants time — he wants to make himself presentable.
Of course not, but it can be. Let me rephrase. Anyone who works for you needs to have a certain level of patience and an ability to look the other way. I mean that with the utmost respect, of course. Complication is practically a guarantee.
[ Pfft! He is waiting to see if he will deny it outright or cop to it. ]
You missed an opportunity to appall me with your humor, color me surprised. So I will do it for you: aren’t you always hard? Due to your Shield.
[ Not even a question at this point, he knows he has his claws in questionable people and things. ]
You know me too well. Very well, I will save it until you get here. Just give me a few minutes to make the room presentable.
[ Mike. Mike. His room is so clean that someone could perform surgery here and never worry about the field. No, there is another reason he wants time — he wants to make himself presentable.
Of course not, but it can be. Let me rephrase. Anyone who works for you needs to have a certain level of patience and an ability to look the other way. I mean that with the utmost respect, of course. Complication is practically a guarantee.
[ Pfft! He is waiting to see if he will deny it outright or cop to it. ]
You missed an opportunity to appall me with your humor, color me surprised. So I will do it for you: aren’t you always hard? Due to your Shield.
didnt mean it seriously blues. and ah no not exactly something youd be too interested in
[He nudges the stool back with his heel.]
known you long enough to get that much. and presentable ? you dont have to impress me. besides i doubt the place is as bad as you think it is
[Because Michael's room? It's always spotless. And he could question it further, but then again. Even if a single piece of paper is out of place, it'd be all too much for the man. So, he shrugs, brushing off the idea.]
[No one said he was the smartest creature.]
when you deal with the people i do its not about looking away or patience. ive always worked in the underground M. its more about knowing when and who to talk to and when to not
i'm sure you do. but you know me i like to keep things simllpe when i can. and i haven't heard a lot of complaints yet
[When he reads the last bit of text, the former homunculus throws his head back, howling at the ceiling. Since when did Michael, of all people, get to be such a little shit?]
oh ho - ! didnt think you had it in you blye eyes. and maybe i am maybe im not. depends on what im doing doesnt it? but i guess you'll just have to wait and see
[He nudges the stool back with his heel.]
known you long enough to get that much. and presentable ? you dont have to impress me. besides i doubt the place is as bad as you think it is
[Because Michael's room? It's always spotless. And he could question it further, but then again. Even if a single piece of paper is out of place, it'd be all too much for the man. So, he shrugs, brushing off the idea.]
[No one said he was the smartest creature.]
when you deal with the people i do its not about looking away or patience. ive always worked in the underground M. its more about knowing when and who to talk to and when to not
i'm sure you do. but you know me i like to keep things simllpe when i can. and i haven't heard a lot of complaints yet
[When he reads the last bit of text, the former homunculus throws his head back, howling at the ceiling. Since when did Michael, of all people, get to be such a little shit?]
oh ho - ! didnt think you had it in you blye eyes. and maybe i am maybe im not. depends on what im doing doesnt it? but i guess you'll just have to wait and see
No? I suppose something like that is hard to discern through a text message. All the same, it still stands true. I appreciate the honesty, even though I already know that you say you do not lie.
[ Argus is looking at him again. Ah, a truth for a truth, he supposes. ]
My hotel room is immaculate but I am not. The next month is going to be a blur, I have been working on something and getting a building ready to renovate for it. Ten minutes is all I need, then you may come by.
[ Well, he is far from wrong there, Michael has no idea what goes on behind the scenes, just what he has witnessed for himself. ]
I believe that would make you a shrewd businessman, wouldn’t it? Considering your trade, it is no wonder people come to you. They know you will be discreet.
[ Michael, of course, knows he got a laugh out of him. ]
Please give me some credit, I spend an awful lot of time in Hell. I would be more concerned if I didn’t pick up a thing or two.
Ten minutes. If I don’t answer, let yourself in.
[ Argus is looking at him again. Ah, a truth for a truth, he supposes. ]
My hotel room is immaculate but I am not. The next month is going to be a blur, I have been working on something and getting a building ready to renovate for it. Ten minutes is all I need, then you may come by.
[ Well, he is far from wrong there, Michael has no idea what goes on behind the scenes, just what he has witnessed for himself. ]
I believe that would make you a shrewd businessman, wouldn’t it? Considering your trade, it is no wonder people come to you. They know you will be discreet.
[ Michael, of course, knows he got a laugh out of him. ]
Please give me some credit, I spend an awful lot of time in Hell. I would be more concerned if I didn’t pick up a thing or two.
Ten minutes. If I don’t answer, let yourself in.
is it? guess you have a poiint. still getting used to all this. its a whole lot easier to do it in person. the phones back where i come from were just used for talkin. they didnt have all this. ah well
[He scoops his keys off the counter, hooking them by the ring with his middle finger.]
right. youve got that little self defense thing going on dont you? let me know if you could use a hand with things. could say i have some experience. [The Sin pauses and as he tucks a flimsy cardboard box under his arm, he draws his lower lip along one of his teeth, squeezing it against his gums.]
wouldnt be free of course but i could make the time. and is that a compliment blues? [His eyes tick behind his sunglasses, cool and hot.] people always come to me just like their rumors. and i'd be prety bad at my job if i just gave it all away. greed, M. its not just a name. but i dont have to tell you that do i
[He toes the front door open and an icy breeze bites at his face. Greed curls his mouth.]
oh im giving you plenty of credit. just thought that righteousness of yours wouldnt let you. glad to see that isnt the case.
ten minutes. and you dont have to tell me twice
[He scoops his keys off the counter, hooking them by the ring with his middle finger.]
right. youve got that little self defense thing going on dont you? let me know if you could use a hand with things. could say i have some experience. [The Sin pauses and as he tucks a flimsy cardboard box under his arm, he draws his lower lip along one of his teeth, squeezing it against his gums.]
wouldnt be free of course but i could make the time. and is that a compliment blues? [His eyes tick behind his sunglasses, cool and hot.] people always come to me just like their rumors. and i'd be prety bad at my job if i just gave it all away. greed, M. its not just a name. but i dont have to tell you that do i
[He toes the front door open and an icy breeze bites at his face. Greed curls his mouth.]
oh im giving you plenty of credit. just thought that righteousness of yours wouldnt let you. glad to see that isnt the case.
ten minutes. and you dont have to tell me twice
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2025-01-22 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Upon arrival though, the Sin's taken on an entirely different tune.]
[Greed stands outside the door. The suit he's picked out isn't fancy by any means, but it definitely isn't his first choice. A slip of velvet creases the lapels, which he fidgets with absently as he adjusts and readjusts it like something that doesn't fit quite right. The fit, though, isn't the problem. It's the strain of it. How it hugs his shoulders and cuts into his arms, crisp and tight.]
["Dress nicely," he'd asked. And hadn't he told him to start asking for more? To start taking, to start having, instead of constantly denying himself?]
[Who knew it'd end up being such a pain in his ass?]
[The former homunculus lets the collar drop from his claws. Even if he is dressed nicer than usual, habits like his are hard to break. So instead of knocking, he jerks his wrist, turning out his pinkie finger like a spring-loaded knife. He shoves it into the slot where a keycard would normally go and after the fourth or fifth try, something inside clicks, lighting the panel a beckoning, welcoming green.]
[Greed proudly grins to himself. The technology here may be beyond him, but sometimes the tried and true methods still have their merits. And as he hears the lock whrr with its gears, he eases his shoulder against the door, making it swing softly open.]
[If anyone had told him he'd become a frequent flier to this room (this room in particular) months ago, he would have laughed. But it's been months. Months since they started their midnight conversations, their early morning chats. He knows this place now almost as much as he knows the bar; each and every corner of it, thoroughly memorized.]
[So, when he sets his keys on the counter, he doesn't have see where he's placing them. Their soft clnk is more than enough for him to go by.]
Gave you a little longer than ten minutes - [Greed starts. He rummages through the pockets of his jeans to add to his pile. Two matchboxes and a pack of cigarettes find themselves topside, along with a couple of coins and a bent-shaped business card from some sort of unsavory place in Hell. The Sin checks his other pocket, dipping his head.]
- hope that was enough time for ya. [He pauses and lifts his chin while shoving his sunglasses up and over the gem in his forehead. And it's there, that he leaves them; their body balanced dangerously between his horns.]
Ah - ? You there, Feathers?
[Greed stands outside the door. The suit he's picked out isn't fancy by any means, but it definitely isn't his first choice. A slip of velvet creases the lapels, which he fidgets with absently as he adjusts and readjusts it like something that doesn't fit quite right. The fit, though, isn't the problem. It's the strain of it. How it hugs his shoulders and cuts into his arms, crisp and tight.]
["Dress nicely," he'd asked. And hadn't he told him to start asking for more? To start taking, to start having, instead of constantly denying himself?]
[Who knew it'd end up being such a pain in his ass?]
[The former homunculus lets the collar drop from his claws. Even if he is dressed nicer than usual, habits like his are hard to break. So instead of knocking, he jerks his wrist, turning out his pinkie finger like a spring-loaded knife. He shoves it into the slot where a keycard would normally go and after the fourth or fifth try, something inside clicks, lighting the panel a beckoning, welcoming green.]
[Greed proudly grins to himself. The technology here may be beyond him, but sometimes the tried and true methods still have their merits. And as he hears the lock whrr with its gears, he eases his shoulder against the door, making it swing softly open.]
[If anyone had told him he'd become a frequent flier to this room (this room in particular) months ago, he would have laughed. But it's been months. Months since they started their midnight conversations, their early morning chats. He knows this place now almost as much as he knows the bar; each and every corner of it, thoroughly memorized.]
[So, when he sets his keys on the counter, he doesn't have see where he's placing them. Their soft clnk is more than enough for him to go by.]
Gave you a little longer than ten minutes - [Greed starts. He rummages through the pockets of his jeans to add to his pile. Two matchboxes and a pack of cigarettes find themselves topside, along with a couple of coins and a bent-shaped business card from some sort of unsavory place in Hell. The Sin checks his other pocket, dipping his head.]
- hope that was enough time for ya. [He pauses and lifts his chin while shoving his sunglasses up and over the gem in his forehead. And it's there, that he leaves them; their body balanced dangerously between his horns.]
Ah - ? You there, Feathers?
[ His voice rings out from his bedroom: ] Why would I invite you over if I wasn’t here?
[ Michael sounds amused and the sound of a chair being pushed in, followed by the soft rustling of material, fills the room. He doesn’t step out immediately, running his hands through his hair to try and make himself presentable. This is so awkward, he has never been concerned about things like this before. ]
Did you mean what you said about helping out? I can pay you for your time, of course. It wouldn’t be for free. Name your price, I’ll be paying anyone who wants to be an instructor as well. I want to make sure what the students are taught is done correctly.
[ He steps into view wearing a nice suit of his own and has actually attempted to tame his hair — attempted because it still sticks up on the sides. That is what took him so long, and the fact that it still looks wet. Because it is. His hair tends to fluff up when it dries.
When he emerges, he makes no secret of the fact that he is sizing Greed up. Slow and steady, those bright blue eyes scan him over from his toes to the top of his horns, appreciatively taking in his effort. He knows how he feels about sleeves. ]
You look nice, thank you. The food should be here soon, I took the liberty of ordering a handful of different things. Though I’m sure they will pale in comparison to the spice of Hell. [ Despite the fact that he just put it on, he shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over the back of a chair, rolling his sleeves up. Perhaps choosing a white suit when eating notoriously messy food was a bad idea but he tried.
When he hoists them up a little too high, he reveals the scars on his arm. Upon noticing, he rubs at them awkwardly before gesturing to the living room to offer him a seat. They are a blemish, an imperfection, and while he typically appreciates reminders, this one is different. Everything is as immaculate as ever save for his desk, which is nearly piled high with hand written notes and details about the self-defense topic. Everything from hand-to-hand combat to magic, he has left no stone untouched and it shows in his face.
He looks a little tired, with a soft dark hue under both eyes. ]
You really couldn’t help yourself, could you? I would make a second key for you but I think breaking into my room would lose its magic if you couldn’t pick the lock.
[ And he has to keep him coming back somehow. It is a small price to pay for good company. ]
What was all that about my righteousness? I’m really not as rigid as you think I am. When you’re so accustomed to showing one face to people, everything else tends to get left behind. It just took time for me to hit my stride, as they say.
[ Michael sounds amused and the sound of a chair being pushed in, followed by the soft rustling of material, fills the room. He doesn’t step out immediately, running his hands through his hair to try and make himself presentable. This is so awkward, he has never been concerned about things like this before. ]
Did you mean what you said about helping out? I can pay you for your time, of course. It wouldn’t be for free. Name your price, I’ll be paying anyone who wants to be an instructor as well. I want to make sure what the students are taught is done correctly.
[ He steps into view wearing a nice suit of his own and has actually attempted to tame his hair — attempted because it still sticks up on the sides. That is what took him so long, and the fact that it still looks wet. Because it is. His hair tends to fluff up when it dries.
When he emerges, he makes no secret of the fact that he is sizing Greed up. Slow and steady, those bright blue eyes scan him over from his toes to the top of his horns, appreciatively taking in his effort. He knows how he feels about sleeves. ]
You look nice, thank you. The food should be here soon, I took the liberty of ordering a handful of different things. Though I’m sure they will pale in comparison to the spice of Hell. [ Despite the fact that he just put it on, he shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over the back of a chair, rolling his sleeves up. Perhaps choosing a white suit when eating notoriously messy food was a bad idea but he tried.
When he hoists them up a little too high, he reveals the scars on his arm. Upon noticing, he rubs at them awkwardly before gesturing to the living room to offer him a seat. They are a blemish, an imperfection, and while he typically appreciates reminders, this one is different. Everything is as immaculate as ever save for his desk, which is nearly piled high with hand written notes and details about the self-defense topic. Everything from hand-to-hand combat to magic, he has left no stone untouched and it shows in his face.
He looks a little tired, with a soft dark hue under both eyes. ]
You really couldn’t help yourself, could you? I would make a second key for you but I think breaking into my room would lose its magic if you couldn’t pick the lock.
[ And he has to keep him coming back somehow. It is a small price to pay for good company. ]
What was all that about my righteousness? I’m really not as rigid as you think I am. When you’re so accustomed to showing one face to people, everything else tends to get left behind. It just took time for me to hit my stride, as they say.
[As soon as he hears Michael's voice, the Sin patiently plucks his sunglasses off his forehead. He uses his thumb to flip them shut, and the ear pieces click together with a tender tck of steel on steel. If Michael is sizing him up, he's all but eating the man alive. His eyes drift across him, running along the cut of his suit and the gold (rich, wealthy gold) accenting the otherwise pure white of it. And sure, his hair may be winning the battle, but something about it - it's so normal, isn't it? Something normal, despite what they are.]
[Greed slips his shades into the collar of his shirt, and the weight of them sags against the center of his chest.] I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't interested. As for a price, well. [He shrugs his shoulders, causing the stiffness of his jacket to crease at his neck.] We can get to that once you've got everything up and running. Just don't expect it to be cheap.
[He's halfway stepping forward when Michael comments on his suit. The back of his heel finds the floor, the point of his toe points sky high. And while he doesn't say anything at first, the rattle at the end of his tail does the talking for him. The spines clack together in a shushing motion; the sound of them as tinkling as a handful of pins, shaking in a jar.]
[Greed pockets his hands, twisting his head away as he slouches over his hips.] Tch. This thing? It was nothing. [It wasn't, but he'd sooner be strung up and crucified a second time than admit it.] Just something I found while I was out. [He finds his pace again and as his boots drag across the floor, the former homunculus slides his eyes to the side.] A handful? Oh ho, that's a first. Call me surprised again, Blue Eyes.
[But as soon as those scars come into view, his attention quickly shifts. His eyes immediately narrow in on them like a shot-true arrow, and that core of his tenses. It isn't the fact that Michael has them. Everyone he's ever met has their own, be them visible or otherwise. But the way he seems to rub at them, to hide them - a snarl tenses on his upper lip. While he won't show his tusks here, he can feel them begging for it. Begging for a chance to tear, to snap, at whatever (whoever) made them in the first place.]
[He shoves his tongue behind his lower lip, coaxing that simmer down, down, down. No, now's not the time. And given how tired Michael looks? He'll save it.]
[Instead, he urges up a grin, turning his focus on the mountain of paperwork neatly strung about his desk. No stone left unturned is right.] Seems like you've been busy. [The Sin wanders over to the desk, picking up a single sheet from a stack with his claws. He checks it once and flips it over before setting it back down crooked and at a slant.] And it sounds like you're preparing for something big. Worried our friends might be getting ideas?
[He drops his hand back down to his side. While the creatures running the place have been tame enough, there's always a possibility. October had been proof of that.]
[Greed settles his hip against the corner of the desk and as he crosses his ankles out in front of him, he lets a short laugh tickle at the back of his throat.] Wouldn't matter if you did. I haven't found a place I couldn't get into yet. [To demonstrate, he lifts of his arms and the points of his nails spring apart.] Besides, it wouldn't be as fun if I could just walk right in. Gotta make sure I keep up my end of the bargain.
[Living, he means. Not drowning in paperwork and shutting himself away, but living, seeing, having. And in exchange? He'll always try to keep things interesting.]
[The Sin lazily rolls his head back and as he shows off his throat, he lets his eyes drift over Michael again; the grin on his face, light and wicked.] No, you're not. But you've still got a few things to learn. [He gives a cheeky wink. He knows damn well the man could end him here and now. But oh, oh, oh.]
[How he does like to play with fire.]
Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get there, eventually.
[Greed slips his shades into the collar of his shirt, and the weight of them sags against the center of his chest.] I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't interested. As for a price, well. [He shrugs his shoulders, causing the stiffness of his jacket to crease at his neck.] We can get to that once you've got everything up and running. Just don't expect it to be cheap.
[He's halfway stepping forward when Michael comments on his suit. The back of his heel finds the floor, the point of his toe points sky high. And while he doesn't say anything at first, the rattle at the end of his tail does the talking for him. The spines clack together in a shushing motion; the sound of them as tinkling as a handful of pins, shaking in a jar.]
[Greed pockets his hands, twisting his head away as he slouches over his hips.] Tch. This thing? It was nothing. [It wasn't, but he'd sooner be strung up and crucified a second time than admit it.] Just something I found while I was out. [He finds his pace again and as his boots drag across the floor, the former homunculus slides his eyes to the side.] A handful? Oh ho, that's a first. Call me surprised again, Blue Eyes.
[But as soon as those scars come into view, his attention quickly shifts. His eyes immediately narrow in on them like a shot-true arrow, and that core of his tenses. It isn't the fact that Michael has them. Everyone he's ever met has their own, be them visible or otherwise. But the way he seems to rub at them, to hide them - a snarl tenses on his upper lip. While he won't show his tusks here, he can feel them begging for it. Begging for a chance to tear, to snap, at whatever (whoever) made them in the first place.]
[He shoves his tongue behind his lower lip, coaxing that simmer down, down, down. No, now's not the time. And given how tired Michael looks? He'll save it.]
[Instead, he urges up a grin, turning his focus on the mountain of paperwork neatly strung about his desk. No stone left unturned is right.] Seems like you've been busy. [The Sin wanders over to the desk, picking up a single sheet from a stack with his claws. He checks it once and flips it over before setting it back down crooked and at a slant.] And it sounds like you're preparing for something big. Worried our friends might be getting ideas?
[He drops his hand back down to his side. While the creatures running the place have been tame enough, there's always a possibility. October had been proof of that.]
[Greed settles his hip against the corner of the desk and as he crosses his ankles out in front of him, he lets a short laugh tickle at the back of his throat.] Wouldn't matter if you did. I haven't found a place I couldn't get into yet. [To demonstrate, he lifts of his arms and the points of his nails spring apart.] Besides, it wouldn't be as fun if I could just walk right in. Gotta make sure I keep up my end of the bargain.
[Living, he means. Not drowning in paperwork and shutting himself away, but living, seeing, having. And in exchange? He'll always try to keep things interesting.]
[The Sin lazily rolls his head back and as he shows off his throat, he lets his eyes drift over Michael again; the grin on his face, light and wicked.] No, you're not. But you've still got a few things to learn. [He gives a cheeky wink. He knows damn well the man could end him here and now. But oh, oh, oh.]
[How he does like to play with fire.]
Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get there, eventually.
[ Michael catches himself staring a little too long and coughs in an effort to cover his tracks. This terrible, he is trying too hard to keep himself from doing something foolish when there is no need. He flat out told him that he doesn’t care which should be a blessing, but it only seems to compound his anxiety.
Finally: ] Touché.
Perish the thought, I know who I’m dealing with. Whatever your price, I will pay it. It’s worth every penny if it means everyone has a better understanding of how to defend themselves. Heaven or Hell, it doesn’t matter where they come from. If they are willing to learn, I am willing to teach them everything I know.
[ Putting on one of his more knowing smiles, he walks over and proceeds to circle Greed, reaching out to check the lines of the suit. His tail only makes those noises in certain instances. ] A suit that was practically tailor-made for you, plucked unknowingly off of a shelf. What a fortunate find. If you’re able to find more of these suits, you should grab them — even if I know you dislike the sleeves.
[ He shrugs his shoulders about the food, briefly pursing his lips. ] I remembered you were partial to the spicy noodles, so I purchased two of those. Everything else came highly recommended by a few other residents so, if you do dislike anything, I can’t take the full blame.
Busy? That’s certainly an understatement, I’ve written so much that I feel like my arm is going to fall off. I volunteered to help Lute when she was still here, so I’m expanding on her idea. I know some people won’t want to delve into serious training, so I want to offer self-defense and other options. They don’t have to be a novice.
[ There it is, the million dollar question. Again, he traces out the visible part of his scars. ] I’m worried that it’s been too quiet lately, I think we’re long overdue for another perilous ordeal. I’m not omniscient however, so I suppose I’m just basing all of this on a gut feeling. Do you think I’m overreacting? [ He eyes the slanted paper and tries to ignore it, though he eventually reaches over to straighten it out again. ]
One day someone is going to push you off of the balcony. You saying that makes me want to test my knowledge and see if I can disprove your claim. [ When Greed extends his arms, Michael’s hands jolt out to protect a stack of paperwork within tipping distance. He never comes close enough to disturb it but he does tap a finger against his chest regardless. ] If you knock over my paperwork, I will be the one throwing you off the balcony. That’s three days of work, I’ve filed the rest away.
Be that as it may— [ He reaches out to adjust the sunglasses when he notices they’ve gone crooked. ] —fun can quickly turn into something else. Be mindful of where you’re sneaking. [ This insufferable man, why does he like him again? He rolls his eyes and groans at the wink before putting his finger to his lips to shut him up.
He looks like he wants to say something but the doorbell rings, causing him to draw away and turn on a heel to start for the door. ] Don’t destroy anything while I’m gone, please. [ But it takes less than thirty seconds for Michael to call back to him, sounding more than a little anxious. ]
Greed? [ When he reappears, he has no less than four full bags of food clumsily hanging from his arms. Three meals per bag, he will never admit that he didn’t check the order twice or even see what he was paying for it. So, now they have more than half of the menu to choose from between appetizers, soup and entrees. ]
I really hope you’re hungry.
Finally: ] Touché.
Perish the thought, I know who I’m dealing with. Whatever your price, I will pay it. It’s worth every penny if it means everyone has a better understanding of how to defend themselves. Heaven or Hell, it doesn’t matter where they come from. If they are willing to learn, I am willing to teach them everything I know.
[ Putting on one of his more knowing smiles, he walks over and proceeds to circle Greed, reaching out to check the lines of the suit. His tail only makes those noises in certain instances. ] A suit that was practically tailor-made for you, plucked unknowingly off of a shelf. What a fortunate find. If you’re able to find more of these suits, you should grab them — even if I know you dislike the sleeves.
[ He shrugs his shoulders about the food, briefly pursing his lips. ] I remembered you were partial to the spicy noodles, so I purchased two of those. Everything else came highly recommended by a few other residents so, if you do dislike anything, I can’t take the full blame.
Busy? That’s certainly an understatement, I’ve written so much that I feel like my arm is going to fall off. I volunteered to help Lute when she was still here, so I’m expanding on her idea. I know some people won’t want to delve into serious training, so I want to offer self-defense and other options. They don’t have to be a novice.
[ There it is, the million dollar question. Again, he traces out the visible part of his scars. ] I’m worried that it’s been too quiet lately, I think we’re long overdue for another perilous ordeal. I’m not omniscient however, so I suppose I’m just basing all of this on a gut feeling. Do you think I’m overreacting? [ He eyes the slanted paper and tries to ignore it, though he eventually reaches over to straighten it out again. ]
One day someone is going to push you off of the balcony. You saying that makes me want to test my knowledge and see if I can disprove your claim. [ When Greed extends his arms, Michael’s hands jolt out to protect a stack of paperwork within tipping distance. He never comes close enough to disturb it but he does tap a finger against his chest regardless. ] If you knock over my paperwork, I will be the one throwing you off the balcony. That’s three days of work, I’ve filed the rest away.
Be that as it may— [ He reaches out to adjust the sunglasses when he notices they’ve gone crooked. ] —fun can quickly turn into something else. Be mindful of where you’re sneaking. [ This insufferable man, why does he like him again? He rolls his eyes and groans at the wink before putting his finger to his lips to shut him up.
He looks like he wants to say something but the doorbell rings, causing him to draw away and turn on a heel to start for the door. ] Don’t destroy anything while I’m gone, please. [ But it takes less than thirty seconds for Michael to call back to him, sounding more than a little anxious. ]
Greed? [ When he reappears, he has no less than four full bags of food clumsily hanging from his arms. Three meals per bag, he will never admit that he didn’t check the order twice or even see what he was paying for it. So, now they have more than half of the menu to choose from between appetizers, soup and entrees. ]
I really hope you’re hungry.
[A smile (thin as a razor and far more sly) festers on his face. It's not a knowing kind of look. No, it's more than that. It's a flirtatious look, a scandalous look. The Sin's eyelids droop and as his eyebrows sink together, he throws his chin to the side, showing off the shallow curve of his throat.]
[No, Michael Morningstar has been caught red-fucking-handed.]
[But he keeps his mouth shut. Greed fans his out his fingers to nick lightly at the edge of the desk, and he lulls his head up towards the ceiling.] Whatever the price? Don't be so sure about that, Blues. Could end up being more than you can afford. But sure, why not. I'll help you with that little project of - ah?
[The sensation of Michael touching his suit makes him visibly tense. The former homunculus scoffs and as a whistle of air squeezes between his teeth, he shoves the end of his tail under the lip of the desk, shutting it up before it can give away anything else. He flits his fingers by his side.] What can I say? Wasn't made just to be durable. And it's not the first time I've had to wear something like this. [He loosens his ankles, making the toe of one of his boots bounce freely in the air.] Don't think I'll start making a habit of it.
[Using two of his free hands, the Sin presses his thighs, flattening the wrinkles in his jeans. He catches something in his pocket and as his fingers feel out the distinct shape of a toothpick, he spreads his legs, notching his heels into the floor.] Old habit. Something I picked up from the little pissant prince - [Thoughtlessly, he trails off and his attention turns back to the papers again. He has no doubt in his mind he spent hours making those notes. Hours, days, weeks. He pulls the toothpick out of his pocket.]
[Old habits, after all.]
[Greed slips the pick between his teeth and pauses.] Lute? [Has he heard the name before? Maybe. But he can't for the life of him put a face to it. He thinks he remembers it coming up once. Around the time Michael made his announcement about Lucifer, and that, well. He'd been a little busy then, hadn't he?]
[The Sin hums, twirling the toothpick with his tongue.] You're looking at it all wrong. You can't learn about fighting from a book. Sure, it can tell you what to do and where to hit, but you can't beat actual experience. [A sound shifts underneath his suit. It's light, barely there; the tune of it more similar to the scales of a snake, rubbing against one another. A sliver of black scratches up his jaw.]
Ehh, wouldn't say you're overreacting. Nothing wrong with going with your gut. [Greed drops his eyes, following Michael as he maps out his scars. No, instinct - it has its uses. It's one of the reasons he had a contingency plan of his own. However, the sewers had failed, and any sort of preparation became useless as soon as his came along and sniffed him out.]
[Part of the toothpick lets out a soft crck. Greed pulls it out of his mouth and slides it behind his ear.] Ha - ! They could try, but you know as well as I do that it wouldn't matter. [As soon as Michael practically dives for the pile of papers, the former homunculus mockingly throws up all four of his hands.] All right, all right. You've made your point, Blue Eyes. Though, if you did, I think your neighbors might start getting some pretty wild ideas, hmn?
[A man being tossed from a ten-story-plus balcony, in a suit on top of it all, leaves a lot of unanswered questions. And where there's questions, there's rumors. Rumors and stories spun up as people filled in the gaps.]
[Greed's about to peel himself off the desk, but then Michael's got his finger to his lips and oh. Oh, he can't help himself. His mouth widens and as his claws nip tiny pinpricks in the wood, he nudges his head forward.] Depends on your definition of fun. [He's about to finish that sentence (no doubt with something just as crude) when the doorbell rings. The Sin shrugs his shoulders, pushing himself up and onto his heels.]
Hmn? [At first, he trails after Michael, steady and slow. However, once he hears the slight lilt to his voice, he gradually picks up the pace; the heavy drum of his boots plunking against the floor. It isn't just a little dinner the Archangel's picked up, no. From the looks of it, he's ordered the whole fucking restaurant.]
[Greed barks a laugh into his chest as he crosses the room.] Y'know, the name's Greed, Feathers. Not Gluttony. [What personal space they may have had, he quickly eats it up. With a slide of his leg, with his arms outstretched, and if he just so happens to be practically chest-to-chest with the man? He doesn't seem to notice.]
Though, knowing you, you'd probably have a soft spot for him. Guy couldn't do anything without the rest. [He collects the bags in his hands, twisting the plastic around his claws.]
[No, Michael Morningstar has been caught red-fucking-handed.]
[But he keeps his mouth shut. Greed fans his out his fingers to nick lightly at the edge of the desk, and he lulls his head up towards the ceiling.] Whatever the price? Don't be so sure about that, Blues. Could end up being more than you can afford. But sure, why not. I'll help you with that little project of - ah?
[The sensation of Michael touching his suit makes him visibly tense. The former homunculus scoffs and as a whistle of air squeezes between his teeth, he shoves the end of his tail under the lip of the desk, shutting it up before it can give away anything else. He flits his fingers by his side.] What can I say? Wasn't made just to be durable. And it's not the first time I've had to wear something like this. [He loosens his ankles, making the toe of one of his boots bounce freely in the air.] Don't think I'll start making a habit of it.
[Using two of his free hands, the Sin presses his thighs, flattening the wrinkles in his jeans. He catches something in his pocket and as his fingers feel out the distinct shape of a toothpick, he spreads his legs, notching his heels into the floor.] Old habit. Something I picked up from the little pissant prince - [Thoughtlessly, he trails off and his attention turns back to the papers again. He has no doubt in his mind he spent hours making those notes. Hours, days, weeks. He pulls the toothpick out of his pocket.]
[Old habits, after all.]
[Greed slips the pick between his teeth and pauses.] Lute? [Has he heard the name before? Maybe. But he can't for the life of him put a face to it. He thinks he remembers it coming up once. Around the time Michael made his announcement about Lucifer, and that, well. He'd been a little busy then, hadn't he?]
[The Sin hums, twirling the toothpick with his tongue.] You're looking at it all wrong. You can't learn about fighting from a book. Sure, it can tell you what to do and where to hit, but you can't beat actual experience. [A sound shifts underneath his suit. It's light, barely there; the tune of it more similar to the scales of a snake, rubbing against one another. A sliver of black scratches up his jaw.]
Ehh, wouldn't say you're overreacting. Nothing wrong with going with your gut. [Greed drops his eyes, following Michael as he maps out his scars. No, instinct - it has its uses. It's one of the reasons he had a contingency plan of his own. However, the sewers had failed, and any sort of preparation became useless as soon as his came along and sniffed him out.]
[Part of the toothpick lets out a soft crck. Greed pulls it out of his mouth and slides it behind his ear.] Ha - ! They could try, but you know as well as I do that it wouldn't matter. [As soon as Michael practically dives for the pile of papers, the former homunculus mockingly throws up all four of his hands.] All right, all right. You've made your point, Blue Eyes. Though, if you did, I think your neighbors might start getting some pretty wild ideas, hmn?
[A man being tossed from a ten-story-plus balcony, in a suit on top of it all, leaves a lot of unanswered questions. And where there's questions, there's rumors. Rumors and stories spun up as people filled in the gaps.]
[Greed's about to peel himself off the desk, but then Michael's got his finger to his lips and oh. Oh, he can't help himself. His mouth widens and as his claws nip tiny pinpricks in the wood, he nudges his head forward.] Depends on your definition of fun. [He's about to finish that sentence (no doubt with something just as crude) when the doorbell rings. The Sin shrugs his shoulders, pushing himself up and onto his heels.]
Hmn? [At first, he trails after Michael, steady and slow. However, once he hears the slight lilt to his voice, he gradually picks up the pace; the heavy drum of his boots plunking against the floor. It isn't just a little dinner the Archangel's picked up, no. From the looks of it, he's ordered the whole fucking restaurant.]
[Greed barks a laugh into his chest as he crosses the room.] Y'know, the name's Greed, Feathers. Not Gluttony. [What personal space they may have had, he quickly eats it up. With a slide of his leg, with his arms outstretched, and if he just so happens to be practically chest-to-chest with the man? He doesn't seem to notice.]
Though, knowing you, you'd probably have a soft spot for him. Guy couldn't do anything without the rest. [He collects the bags in his hands, twisting the plastic around his claws.]
[ He narrows his eyes a fraction as if simply daring him to share what dances on the tip of his tongue. All the same, he follows his good lead and keeps the actual words to himself. Anyone would admire the look, at least that is what he is going to tell himself here. ]
Then I’ll make payments. You do take those, don’t you? Currency is currency. Small increments given weekly or monthly until you’re satisfied with the price. Will that suffice? Fortunately, whatever the price, I know that you won’t swindle me. That’s why I’m willing to pay it.
[ He doesn’t laugh outright but his mouth does quirk up at the corners. But he does get closer than necessary, dropping his voice to a murmur. It isn’t as if the walls have ears or this is some well-guarded secret but someone has to get a little payback for the weight behind that wicked smile he was given. ]
I wouldn’t try to fit you into an unfamiliar mold and you don’t have to hide your tail, I know what you’re thinking just by looking into your eyes. I hope you don’t try making a habit of that either. [ Satisfied, he draws away from him, fingers tracing him from shoulder to elbow as he slides around him. ]
Lute is Adam’s Lieutenant or was until his passing. It’s unlikely that she will take his place, she is a great fighter but all of the hate Adam had in him he passed onto her. Putting her in charge would likely lead to the same outcome, needlessly lost lives, and I imagine she will be looking for revenge. I had hoped to take her under my wing here and see if I could open her eyes to the truth, but we can’t always get what we want.
[ He lingers just out of reach, folding his arms across his chest. ] Exactly. Why do you think I’m going to be looking for volunteers? I’m confident enough in my skill set that I can teach and adequately demonstrate them to a willing class, but I know not everyone is comfortable with fighting. If I can offer them a wide range of choices they may be more willing to attend, or at least hear what I have to say. [ There is a slight challenge there when he looks back at him again. ] One day, if you’re willing, I won’t hold back and I’ll show you what I’m really capable of.
[ Two monsters in the guise of humans, it would be a hell of a time. He groans, his attention turning to the balcony. ] They already have wild ideas and questions thanks to my frequent wall-climbing houseguest. You really are a troublesome man, do you know that? You and your unique brand of fun.
[ This asshole, he immediately looks a little embarrassed over the food despite uttering a quiet thank you when he takes the bags. The close contact has him making a face that screams half surprise and half something else, but the other half gets masked when he walks ahead of him and gestures to the table in front of the couch. If it seems larger than before that is because it is. Slowly but surely, the room is starting to look less like a hospital and more like a home.
On one of the walls is a framed drawing of him that is an impressive likeness, another gift for Christmas. On the wall beside it? A shadow box full of pictures that bring him joy: the picture of Charlie and Lucifer (along with the feather), a picture of him and Nobunaga (he looks annoyed), the thank you polaroid that Alastor sent him (complete with creepy smiley faces), a shot of him and Greed clinking glasses together during a late night chat and the Christmas card he got from this place depicting Lucifer pre-Fall. He is a sentimental bastard.
It also has the sword brooch and coffee mug given to him by Ochako, a pair of sunglasses from Alastor, the hilariously dark reindeer tie given by Runa and the duck and letter opener Greed gave him. These are the first physical gifts he ever received from people, how could he put them in any place but one of honor? ]
I didn’t know what else you liked, I was erring on the side of caution. [ A pause, that would be a lie. ] .. And I may have forgotten to delete the options I changed my mind about. Now, are you going to be using utensils or your claws today? I need to know how many extra napkins I need to grab.
[ Because he likes him but he will still launch a homunculus into orbit if he wrecks his furniture. ]
Then I’ll make payments. You do take those, don’t you? Currency is currency. Small increments given weekly or monthly until you’re satisfied with the price. Will that suffice? Fortunately, whatever the price, I know that you won’t swindle me. That’s why I’m willing to pay it.
[ He doesn’t laugh outright but his mouth does quirk up at the corners. But he does get closer than necessary, dropping his voice to a murmur. It isn’t as if the walls have ears or this is some well-guarded secret but someone has to get a little payback for the weight behind that wicked smile he was given. ]
I wouldn’t try to fit you into an unfamiliar mold and you don’t have to hide your tail, I know what you’re thinking just by looking into your eyes. I hope you don’t try making a habit of that either. [ Satisfied, he draws away from him, fingers tracing him from shoulder to elbow as he slides around him. ]
Lute is Adam’s Lieutenant or was until his passing. It’s unlikely that she will take his place, she is a great fighter but all of the hate Adam had in him he passed onto her. Putting her in charge would likely lead to the same outcome, needlessly lost lives, and I imagine she will be looking for revenge. I had hoped to take her under my wing here and see if I could open her eyes to the truth, but we can’t always get what we want.
[ He lingers just out of reach, folding his arms across his chest. ] Exactly. Why do you think I’m going to be looking for volunteers? I’m confident enough in my skill set that I can teach and adequately demonstrate them to a willing class, but I know not everyone is comfortable with fighting. If I can offer them a wide range of choices they may be more willing to attend, or at least hear what I have to say. [ There is a slight challenge there when he looks back at him again. ] One day, if you’re willing, I won’t hold back and I’ll show you what I’m really capable of.
[ Two monsters in the guise of humans, it would be a hell of a time. He groans, his attention turning to the balcony. ] They already have wild ideas and questions thanks to my frequent wall-climbing houseguest. You really are a troublesome man, do you know that? You and your unique brand of fun.
[ This asshole, he immediately looks a little embarrassed over the food despite uttering a quiet thank you when he takes the bags. The close contact has him making a face that screams half surprise and half something else, but the other half gets masked when he walks ahead of him and gestures to the table in front of the couch. If it seems larger than before that is because it is. Slowly but surely, the room is starting to look less like a hospital and more like a home.
On one of the walls is a framed drawing of him that is an impressive likeness, another gift for Christmas. On the wall beside it? A shadow box full of pictures that bring him joy: the picture of Charlie and Lucifer (along with the feather), a picture of him and Nobunaga (he looks annoyed), the thank you polaroid that Alastor sent him (complete with creepy smiley faces), a shot of him and Greed clinking glasses together during a late night chat and the Christmas card he got from this place depicting Lucifer pre-Fall. He is a sentimental bastard.
It also has the sword brooch and coffee mug given to him by Ochako, a pair of sunglasses from Alastor, the hilariously dark reindeer tie given by Runa and the duck and letter opener Greed gave him. These are the first physical gifts he ever received from people, how could he put them in any place but one of honor? ]
I didn’t know what else you liked, I was erring on the side of caution. [ A pause, that would be a lie. ] .. And I may have forgotten to delete the options I changed my mind about. Now, are you going to be using utensils or your claws today? I need to know how many extra napkins I need to grab.
[ Because he likes him but he will still launch a homunculus into orbit if he wrecks his furniture. ]
[With the bags tangled in his claws, the Sin gently presses his toe at the lip of the door to make sure it's firmly shut in place.] You're talking like I'll ever be satisfied. [He teases as he slowly turns away and back towards the kitchen. The plastic handles strain between his fingers, and the former homunculus shifts one or two of them to redistribute the weight.] But sure, fine. Figure out exactly what you need, and we'll work something out.
[A look (cocky and full of himself) eases on his face.] Putting a lot of faith in someone like me. Who says I wouldn't swindle you? [He wouldn't. They both know better by this point.] And if you already know what I'm thinking, then you shouldn't be surprised when I tell you that it won't be cheap.
[Greed crosses through the kitchen, his tail wandering behind him like a fishtail made of thorns. The new decorations on the wall immediately grab his attention. Had this been anyone else's room, he probably wouldn't have even noticed. But Michael, his has always been barren, hasn't it? Anything that wasn't completely necessary either didn't stay long or was never there in the first place. And as his eyes drift over the photographs (of Lucifer and his kid, of Oda probably causing the man his fair share of headaches, of Alastor with his pleasant, daring smile, of him, him and Michael, clicking glasses over something he barely remembers), the former homunculus is so distracted that he slams his shin into the new coffee table, earning a quick, raspy hiss.]
[He shakes it off by dropping two of the bags down on the corner of it.] Tch. Told you before that I'd always keep you on your toes, Blue Eyes. [Greed shoves the food out of the way to set the other two bags dangerously close to the table's sharp-lipped edge. He turns his head up, catching Michael's painted likeness.] You asking me if I'm willing is like asking me if I want something. I've told you to never hold back with me. And there's a few things you should know how to deal with, anyway.
[Like how to take care of a homunculus if it ever comes to it.]
[But he doesn't say that. That's a conversation for another time, when Michael's shown him everything he's got, and he'll be the right monster for the job. The Sin's attention silently bounces between the rest of the objects hung on the wall. Sentimental. Despite how hard Michael may try to come across as otherwise, he's sentimental. And maybe, that's something they share in common. Where they'll never say it, never admit it, but it's all so plain to see.]
[Greed scoffs and shrugs his shoulders as he winds around the other side of the coffee table.] You've never fought something like me, and I've never dealt with something like you. Not fully, anyway. [He shows off a hint of his teeth as he presses his head lazily into his shoulder.] So I hope you realize what you're asking for. Not that I think I'll be able to do much to you, but don't expect me to go easy on ya just because I like you.
[It comes out before he means to, and the Sin quickly waves his hand in the air to dismiss the idea. Thankfully, the Archangel does him the favor, if only by changing the subject. Greed takes a seat on the other side of the couch. He folds one leg over the other and as the small of his back sinks into the cushions, he pins two of his elbows behind him, leaving his claws to dangle at his sides.] Ehh, I might not be Gluttony, but I'm not exactly picky, Blues. [He almost sets his boot on the table, but quickly stops himself partway through. No, that's a sure-fire way to earn himself a one-way ticket right off the balcony, no matter how many times Michael never makes good on the threat.]
[So instead, he stretches out his leg, grinding his heel lightly into the floor.] I can eat with a fork y'know. [The former homunculus bounces his foot. Since when did he care about how he ate in front of anyone?] Just makes it easier this way. [To clarify, he spins his wrist and all five of his fingers fan open; their crooked nails, as smooth as a black, filed-point fork.]
[Greed lets his wrist fall limp.] But if it's gunna be a problem, we'll do it your way this time. [The look he shoots over his shoulder may be sarcastic, but there's something else there too. Something warm, something accepting, and as the former homunculus reaches for the bag, he drops his leg off his knee.] Usually these places pack some anyway. [He starts as he begins to dig through the plastic.] And it would be a waste if we didn't use 'em, right?
[Is it a good save? Probably not. But it's as good enough as any.]
[A look (cocky and full of himself) eases on his face.] Putting a lot of faith in someone like me. Who says I wouldn't swindle you? [He wouldn't. They both know better by this point.] And if you already know what I'm thinking, then you shouldn't be surprised when I tell you that it won't be cheap.
[Greed crosses through the kitchen, his tail wandering behind him like a fishtail made of thorns. The new decorations on the wall immediately grab his attention. Had this been anyone else's room, he probably wouldn't have even noticed. But Michael, his has always been barren, hasn't it? Anything that wasn't completely necessary either didn't stay long or was never there in the first place. And as his eyes drift over the photographs (of Lucifer and his kid, of Oda probably causing the man his fair share of headaches, of Alastor with his pleasant, daring smile, of him, him and Michael, clicking glasses over something he barely remembers), the former homunculus is so distracted that he slams his shin into the new coffee table, earning a quick, raspy hiss.]
[He shakes it off by dropping two of the bags down on the corner of it.] Tch. Told you before that I'd always keep you on your toes, Blue Eyes. [Greed shoves the food out of the way to set the other two bags dangerously close to the table's sharp-lipped edge. He turns his head up, catching Michael's painted likeness.] You asking me if I'm willing is like asking me if I want something. I've told you to never hold back with me. And there's a few things you should know how to deal with, anyway.
[Like how to take care of a homunculus if it ever comes to it.]
[But he doesn't say that. That's a conversation for another time, when Michael's shown him everything he's got, and he'll be the right monster for the job. The Sin's attention silently bounces between the rest of the objects hung on the wall. Sentimental. Despite how hard Michael may try to come across as otherwise, he's sentimental. And maybe, that's something they share in common. Where they'll never say it, never admit it, but it's all so plain to see.]
[Greed scoffs and shrugs his shoulders as he winds around the other side of the coffee table.] You've never fought something like me, and I've never dealt with something like you. Not fully, anyway. [He shows off a hint of his teeth as he presses his head lazily into his shoulder.] So I hope you realize what you're asking for. Not that I think I'll be able to do much to you, but don't expect me to go easy on ya just because I like you.
[It comes out before he means to, and the Sin quickly waves his hand in the air to dismiss the idea. Thankfully, the Archangel does him the favor, if only by changing the subject. Greed takes a seat on the other side of the couch. He folds one leg over the other and as the small of his back sinks into the cushions, he pins two of his elbows behind him, leaving his claws to dangle at his sides.] Ehh, I might not be Gluttony, but I'm not exactly picky, Blues. [He almost sets his boot on the table, but quickly stops himself partway through. No, that's a sure-fire way to earn himself a one-way ticket right off the balcony, no matter how many times Michael never makes good on the threat.]
[So instead, he stretches out his leg, grinding his heel lightly into the floor.] I can eat with a fork y'know. [The former homunculus bounces his foot. Since when did he care about how he ate in front of anyone?] Just makes it easier this way. [To clarify, he spins his wrist and all five of his fingers fan open; their crooked nails, as smooth as a black, filed-point fork.]
[Greed lets his wrist fall limp.] But if it's gunna be a problem, we'll do it your way this time. [The look he shoots over his shoulder may be sarcastic, but there's something else there too. Something warm, something accepting, and as the former homunculus reaches for the bag, he drops his leg off his knee.] Usually these places pack some anyway. [He starts as he begins to dig through the plastic.] And it would be a waste if we didn't use 'em, right?
[Is it a good save? Probably not. But it's as good enough as any.]
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