[But what answers him isn't a man at all, but a bird. Well, what used to be a bird at any rate. And while it is very much missing its eyes, as soon as Caelus announces himself, the toucan bounces excitedly down the bar; its small hops, punctuated by the soft pit-ta-pat-pat of its talons.]
[It gives its wing a short preen, making its feathers plume out like static before they flatten down again almost unanimously. All in all, it doesn't seem bothered by the sudden visitation. No, instead, it's more calm, unfazed. As if it's either been waiting or expecting for someone, anyone, to come waltzing through the door.]
[The toucan picks mindlessly at its foot, tearing off a flake of skin. It's easy work, all things considered. And as its wiry, split tongue lashes out, it throws its head back in celebration - the clap of its saw-toothed bill, echoing through the bar like spent brass.]
[And ah, if that just isn't a calling card - ]
Oi, oi, oi. What is it, 'Lört? [The ceiling above groans, and the former homunculus languidly begins his descent down the stairs.] Less you've got something for me, I'm expecting a little company - [The Sin's voice rumbles the closer he gets. It snakes through the building like a pulse. As if it's coming from everywhere and no where as drifting and dreamy as the years of cigarette smoke clung to the walls.]
[Greed winds around the bottom of the staircase and as he catches a face (an unfamiliar, unknown face) in the lenses of his shades, he pauses - the length of his tail, coiling soundlessly against one of the flight's crooked, lopsided posts.] Oh, ho. Guess you found 'em before I did. [He hums, and the toucan takes off, disappearing to perch on one of the many exposed pipes hanging from the ceiling.]
[The former homunculus flattens his hand on the railing, pushing himself away from the steps.] You must be Caelus, that right? [He doesn't bother looking at the other man as he moves.] Glad to see you found the place. Though, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. [Turning his back, the Sin slinks behind the other side of the bar - the scorch of his heels, leaving behind a light, dying trail of soot.]
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[ Having no idea what to expect, the… very unique appearance of this bird faintly surprises Caelus. Though he's seen so many strange things at this point (even back in his universe, there's plenty of strange enough things), he still can't really get used to the mutations of Hosts entirely. And he's someone who doesn't hesitate to eat Host meat… But he only does that as a means to survive. They can't exactly be picky with their food options here.
It's not that he's afraid or anything. It's just his sympathy crawling at the back of his mind. This world has suffered so much, and he can't get used to that idea at all. There wasn't a day when he didn't think about the future of this ruined place. Maybe it's idealistic of him, but he doesn't want to give up hope. He wants to believe that things might still get better for those living here. If there's a chance that he can help make that happen, he will take action at any time.
Those are his thoughts as he watches the bird fly away. Then, his focus shifts when he hears an unfamiliar voice. He recognizes it, but it's unfamiliar in the sense that they're still both strangers to each other, and he doesn't know what to make of this person yet. Still, being himself, he tries to give a friendly smile regardless of whether the man is looking or not. ]
Don't worry, I just arrived. And yes, it's me.
[ The trailblazer looks around a bit more, out of precaution, since he did promise to be careful. But he doesn't want to be rude either, so he shortly walks further in, taking a seat on the bar stool beside the counter. ]
Nice to formally meet you, Greed. So, was there something you couldn't tell me on the Murmur?
[ There has to be a reason the man wants to see him personally, right? ]
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CW: Mild Mutated Animal Description
[It gives its wing a short preen, making its feathers plume out like static before they flatten down again almost unanimously. All in all, it doesn't seem bothered by the sudden visitation. No, instead, it's more calm, unfazed. As if it's either been waiting or expecting for someone, anyone, to come waltzing through the door.]
[The toucan picks mindlessly at its foot, tearing off a flake of skin. It's easy work, all things considered. And as its wiry, split tongue lashes out, it throws its head back in celebration - the clap of its saw-toothed bill, echoing through the bar like spent brass.]
[And ah, if that just isn't a calling card - ]
Oi, oi, oi. What is it, 'Lört? [The ceiling above groans, and the former homunculus languidly begins his descent down the stairs.] Less you've got something for me, I'm expecting a little company - [The Sin's voice rumbles the closer he gets. It snakes through the building like a pulse. As if it's coming from everywhere and no where as drifting and dreamy as the years of cigarette smoke clung to the walls.]
[Greed winds around the bottom of the staircase and as he catches a face (an unfamiliar, unknown face) in the lenses of his shades, he pauses - the length of his tail, coiling soundlessly against one of the flight's crooked, lopsided posts.] Oh, ho. Guess you found 'em before I did. [He hums, and the toucan takes off, disappearing to perch on one of the many exposed pipes hanging from the ceiling.]
[The former homunculus flattens his hand on the railing, pushing himself away from the steps.] You must be Caelus, that right? [He doesn't bother looking at the other man as he moves.] Glad to see you found the place. Though, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. [Turning his back, the Sin slinks behind the other side of the bar - the scorch of his heels, leaving behind a light, dying trail of soot.]
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It's not that he's afraid or anything. It's just his sympathy crawling at the back of his mind. This world has suffered so much, and he can't get used to that idea at all. There wasn't a day when he didn't think about the future of this ruined place. Maybe it's idealistic of him, but he doesn't want to give up hope. He wants to believe that things might still get better for those living here. If there's a chance that he can help make that happen, he will take action at any time.
Those are his thoughts as he watches the bird fly away. Then, his focus shifts when he hears an unfamiliar voice. He recognizes it, but it's unfamiliar in the sense that they're still both strangers to each other, and he doesn't know what to make of this person yet. Still, being himself, he tries to give a friendly smile regardless of whether the man is looking or not. ]
Don't worry, I just arrived. And yes, it's me.
[ The trailblazer looks around a bit more, out of precaution, since he did promise to be careful. But he doesn't want to be rude either, so he shortly walks further in, taking a seat on the bar stool beside the counter. ]
Nice to formally meet you, Greed. So, was there something you couldn't tell me on the Murmur?
[ There has to be a reason the man wants to see him personally, right? ]