[her eyes fixate deep into her bag, and the first thing she reveals is a pistol—crafted like any other except dyed in vibrant colors like pink, blue, and green. her doing, obviously, because what gunman would decorate their weapon in such a way? after a quick inspection, she sets it down on the counter and returns to searching.]
I... don't like sharing. Not if I don't have to.
[there's a hint of possessive twang in speech. because just the thought of having to split what belongs to her with someone else (particularly a stranger) brings slight sourness into her mouth. she's gotten a lot better about it, though; it used to make her stomach churn and had her fingernails dig into her skin. but thanks to her daughter, the idea of it only slightly repulses her. the next thing she withdraws from her pack is an explosive. like the gun, it's tagged, yet the appearance of it seems rather childish. hers, maybe? jinx sets that next to the gun. ]
Vi is the strongest person I know and has a hotter head than mine. [debatable.] She can make a guy three times my size cry for their mommy and whimper like some pathetic puppy just by throwing one punch.
[He watches her through what little is left of the back-shelf mirror. The bits that remain are splintered and in their spiderweb cracks, he sees her doubled over. Every inch of her, broken and shattered between the panes. If he were a different man, a different creature, he might find something terribly poetic about the whole thing. But he's not. No, what he sees is simply another. Another person, another something, trying to hold and grip onto what little the world (this one, whatever one came before) has given her.]
[Greed pinches his sunglasses by the frame, dragging them off his face.] And why should you? That's the thing everyone gets wrong about greed. That it's somehow bad to want what's yours. [A flake of ash unravels off his cigarette, drifting into nothing.] Never understood it myself. Humans have this idea that it's somehow a bad thing. That there's some kind of hierarchy to it. Way I see it, everyone has something they want. And if they say they don't? They're lying, simple as that.
[Finally, he opens his eyes and in the split of the mirror, the purple of them shines dim; their hint of red dropping down, down, down like a hot piece of sunken metal. The former homunculus inhales through his smile, and the cherry at the end of his cigarette hisses hungry at the paper.]
She can, can she? Ha - ! Sounds like my type of gal. Always did like a woman who could show 'em a thing or two. [He finishes his smoke with a deep inhale before tossing it into the bottom of the sink.] From what I'm hearing, the two of you made a pretty good team. [He doesn't have to guess, though. Something about the way she says it - Vi isn't here. And ah, isn't that one more thing she's lost along the way.]
[Greed lifts his gaze, and the slits of his eyes shake to slivers. The decorations on the gun, the explosives: there's a personalized touch to them. Something that defines them, that makes them hers, and for a second, the Sin's upper lip curls. Because he'd been the same, hadn't he? An alchemist who made things with his own signature, no matter how wild and ridiculous the end result could be. It pings at him in a way that's subtle. The notion of it, like a smell he almost forgot.]
[The Sin folds his sunglasses up on the prep station.] Y'know, that's some pretty impressive work. Gunna guess those are your doing - that right? [He thumbs behind him at the gun and explosive.] Gahaha - ! You really are full of surprises, Jinx.
[He takes the bottle up, lifting it towards his mouth.] Well, like I said. Don't worry about it. Not really a fan of using a gun myself. [Up, goes the bottle, and whatever's inside quickly drains down his throat. Gulp by gulp, it goes - that insatiableness of his, all but sucking it dry.]
[Greed sets the bottle back on the counter.] So, what's your plan, then? After staying here, I mean.
[as the stranger rambles about his point of view about belongings, her lip twitches into a smile—it's small and a little hard to see with her face buried deep within her backpack, but it's there. his beliefs are a lot like silco's and hers, and it's a little refreshing to know that there are people beyond just her and her old man who think the same way they do.
her daughter attempted to explain to her once how people feel uncomfortable whenever she'd claimed things as her own, especially when it comes to people. that claiming takes away their freedom and independence—the very thing her city had been struggling for. but is it so wrong to be the first of someone you care for, and if that person decides to do something drastic like... bringing a love interest that could change the entire dynamic of your life and theirs, that you should have a say in it?
it's important that everyone gets along with everyone, and if they're no good for you, then they can't be good for them. after all, you were in their life first, and you should continue to be first. how is that possessive? how is that being greedy? ]
Yeah, well, my sis is only into women in uniforms, so you'll have to stick with howling and licking your own sacks.
[ how vulgar, but also a very, very subtle warning to not pull any moves on her. not that violet can't handle herself, but again, what kind of baby sister would she be if she wasn't overly protective?] — But good eye; when I'm not crashing parties and being the author of people's nightmares, I do artwork and invent things. And you're in charge of keeping them company and away from me while I'm... here. Dunno where I'm going after this; all of my best work is improvised.
[The former homunculus settles his back against the lip of the counter. The curve of his spine bends into the edge of it, leaving the rest of him to slouch at a lax, half-cocked slant. If they had the time, maybe he could be a little more honest. A little more open. However, this place - it doesn't exactly afford the pleasure. Where the hours can slip away, and a drink or two can loosen even the most closely guarded stories.]
[Not that he would know, personally. Like everything else, whatever buzz from the liquor he's had before has been slim at best. A fuzz until that 'Stone of his kicked in to burn it all away.]
[Greed lets his chin fall and in between the tightness of his grin, his laughter sneaks on through. It's soft in the beginning - a little hiss, curling from the corners of his mouth in drifts of smoke. The former homunculus slaps his hand violently on the prep station and as he tosses his head back, the bark that comes out of him is loud. It echoes in every bottle, every shard of glass, like a roar. The wheeze of it, breathing out sooty and pitched.]
[He settles, and the flicker inside the lantern swaying between his horns dims with him.] All right, all right. Don't have to tell me twice, Bluebird. [He raises both hands up in mock surrender, and a drip of gold wax plops from the lantern's cage, staining the floor below.] Can't blame her, though a shame she only goes for the ones in blue. Never been a fan of the government myself.
[Which shouldn't be surprising. Men like him, monsters like him: they don't really do well with law and order, do they?]
[Greed laces his ankles, folding his arms across his chest.] Sounds like someone else I used to know. Tended to add his own flair to whatever he was making. You'd probably like him - he's just as much of a pissant as you. [He starts, the admiration in his tone curt and to the point. The Sin arches his eyebrow and as his lips curl, he gives the roof of his mouth a long suck. His pause, amused.]
Oh - ? Is that right? Giving me orders now? [His tail wanders at his side - lifting, drooping, then arching again.] Sure, why not. But keep in mind who you're talkin' to, hmn? Never been very good at following anyone else.
[Still, she's here. She's here for one reason or another and as the Sin settles his palms back on the prep counter, he sluggishly pushes himself forward. The backs of his heels, clicking twice against the floor's worn wood.] Eh, don't worry about it. Not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon. I'll hang onto 'em until you're ready.
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I... don't like sharing. Not if I don't have to.
[there's a hint of possessive twang in speech. because just the thought of having to split what belongs to her with someone else (particularly a stranger) brings slight sourness into her mouth. she's gotten a lot better about it, though; it used to make her stomach churn and had her fingernails dig into her skin. but thanks to her daughter, the idea of it only slightly repulses her. the next thing she withdraws from her pack is an explosive. like the gun, it's tagged, yet the appearance of it seems rather childish. hers, maybe? jinx sets that next to the gun. ]
Vi is the strongest person I know and has a hotter head than mine. [debatable.] She can make a guy three times my size cry for their mommy and whimper like some pathetic puppy just by throwing one punch.
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[Greed pinches his sunglasses by the frame, dragging them off his face.] And why should you? That's the thing everyone gets wrong about greed. That it's somehow bad to want what's yours. [A flake of ash unravels off his cigarette, drifting into nothing.] Never understood it myself. Humans have this idea that it's somehow a bad thing. That there's some kind of hierarchy to it. Way I see it, everyone has something they want. And if they say they don't? They're lying, simple as that.
[Finally, he opens his eyes and in the split of the mirror, the purple of them shines dim; their hint of red dropping down, down, down like a hot piece of sunken metal. The former homunculus inhales through his smile, and the cherry at the end of his cigarette hisses hungry at the paper.]
She can, can she? Ha - ! Sounds like my type of gal. Always did like a woman who could show 'em a thing or two. [He finishes his smoke with a deep inhale before tossing it into the bottom of the sink.] From what I'm hearing, the two of you made a pretty good team. [He doesn't have to guess, though. Something about the way she says it - Vi isn't here. And ah, isn't that one more thing she's lost along the way.]
[Greed lifts his gaze, and the slits of his eyes shake to slivers. The decorations on the gun, the explosives: there's a personalized touch to them. Something that defines them, that makes them hers, and for a second, the Sin's upper lip curls. Because he'd been the same, hadn't he? An alchemist who made things with his own signature, no matter how wild and ridiculous the end result could be. It pings at him in a way that's subtle. The notion of it, like a smell he almost forgot.]
[The Sin folds his sunglasses up on the prep station.] Y'know, that's some pretty impressive work. Gunna guess those are your doing - that right? [He thumbs behind him at the gun and explosive.] Gahaha - ! You really are full of surprises, Jinx.
[He takes the bottle up, lifting it towards his mouth.] Well, like I said. Don't worry about it. Not really a fan of using a gun myself. [Up, goes the bottle, and whatever's inside quickly drains down his throat. Gulp by gulp, it goes - that insatiableness of his, all but sucking it dry.]
[Greed sets the bottle back on the counter.] So, what's your plan, then? After staying here, I mean.
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her daughter attempted to explain to her once how people feel uncomfortable whenever she'd claimed things as her own, especially when it comes to people. that claiming takes away their freedom and independence—the very thing her city had been struggling for. but is it so wrong to be the first of someone you care for, and if that person decides to do something drastic like... bringing a love interest that could change the entire dynamic of your life and theirs, that you should have a say in it?
it's important that everyone gets along with everyone, and if they're no good for you, then they can't be good for them. after all, you were in their life first, and you should continue to be first. how is that possessive? how is that being greedy? ]
Yeah, well, my sis is only into women in uniforms, so you'll have to stick with howling and licking your own sacks.
[ how vulgar, but also a very, very subtle warning to not pull any moves on her. not that violet can't handle herself, but again, what kind of baby sister would she be if she wasn't overly protective?] — But good eye; when I'm not crashing parties and being the author of people's nightmares, I do artwork and invent things. And you're in charge of keeping them company and away from me while I'm... here. Dunno where I'm going after this; all of my best work is improvised.
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[Not that he would know, personally. Like everything else, whatever buzz from the liquor he's had before has been slim at best. A fuzz until that 'Stone of his kicked in to burn it all away.]
[Greed lets his chin fall and in between the tightness of his grin, his laughter sneaks on through. It's soft in the beginning - a little hiss, curling from the corners of his mouth in drifts of smoke. The former homunculus slaps his hand violently on the prep station and as he tosses his head back, the bark that comes out of him is loud. It echoes in every bottle, every shard of glass, like a roar. The wheeze of it, breathing out sooty and pitched.]
[He settles, and the flicker inside the lantern swaying between his horns dims with him.] All right, all right. Don't have to tell me twice, Bluebird. [He raises both hands up in mock surrender, and a drip of gold wax plops from the lantern's cage, staining the floor below.] Can't blame her, though a shame she only goes for the ones in blue. Never been a fan of the government myself.
[Which shouldn't be surprising. Men like him, monsters like him: they don't really do well with law and order, do they?]
[Greed laces his ankles, folding his arms across his chest.] Sounds like someone else I used to know. Tended to add his own flair to whatever he was making. You'd probably like him - he's just as much of a pissant as you. [He starts, the admiration in his tone curt and to the point. The Sin arches his eyebrow and as his lips curl, he gives the roof of his mouth a long suck. His pause, amused.]
Oh - ? Is that right? Giving me orders now? [His tail wanders at his side - lifting, drooping, then arching again.] Sure, why not. But keep in mind who you're talkin' to, hmn? Never been very good at following anyone else.
[Still, she's here. She's here for one reason or another and as the Sin settles his palms back on the prep counter, he sluggishly pushes himself forward. The backs of his heels, clicking twice against the floor's worn wood.] Eh, don't worry about it. Not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon. I'll hang onto 'em until you're ready.