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[nestingdevil]

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➥ E-MAIL INBOX |

[nestingdevil]

➥ TEXT INBOX |

[nestingdevil]

[soulparadox]

I have become aware that the hardware store is open. I was thinking of going there to pick up items for the room. What would you wish for me to bring back?

➥ TEXT |

[nestingdevil]

dont usually have to it got all thhe tools i need but

wood nails

n if you find a steadysupply of something good

TEXT |

[soulparadox]

Be specific.

Everything is good to you.

[barebacking]

MESSAGE: Greed! My feelings are breaking into pieces on the floor and even consoling myself with thoughts of how this is all for Clay is only making me feel sick. I want to choke on their blood as I chew out their throats. Why? Why can't they be kind to me?

➥ TEXT | 1/2

[nestingdevil]

? didnt i tell you before?

➥ TEXT |

[nestingdevil]

nvr understd tht

whts all this then?

➥ TEXT |

[barebacking]

Clay said that we could be friends still. To reward him, I apologized to all the people that I hurt on the Network. Most of them just yelled at me. It really just made me want to chew their throats out and bring my mouth close so they could hear the sound of their flesh and blood as it slides down my throat before they bleed out. But if I kill anyone, Clay won't talk to me, anymore.

I couldn't stand it if that were to happen. He's the only one who is from another world who has seen all this and still wants to be friends. Beyond you, of course, but you're not someone that I want to be in a relationship with. Mostly because you wouldn't appreciate me. Though, I can promise you I do fantasize about you naked and now nice it would be upon you. But that's beside the point.

I'm very upset.

[soulparadox]

CONTACT: nataku@compass.net
MESSAGE: Are you dead?

➥ TEXT |

[nestingdevil]

?

no but did find tht frind of yours

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[soulparadox]

Friend?

I do not understand the question.

Voice; because Gunji can't read or write [Week 10 - Day(s) 3 -5]

[jijiis_hiyoko]

Oya, oya! buddiebuddiebuddiepal!? Kyaha! Where ya at pooch? I ain't one for company an' shit, but ain't no dog got their bone on more than me when it comes to watchin' people get their torture on, but what the FUCK is with being stuck in this place? Ya tried to leave yet? I did! Chased a kitty right outta campus an' woke up in my room... Shits fucked up man.

➥ AUDIO |

[nestingdevil]

[Pop of static before there's a cool rush of breath. A hissing exhale through a devil's smile that seems to linger for a moment. Cut off only by a solid crack. Boot heel finding footing, tipping it up and Greed whistles on the other side of the line.]

And here I thought you hadn't made it, friend. Glad to see I was wrong.

[Because out of them all, Gunji proved the best at following orders. Even if he did tend to tread on the bloodier-side of exchanges, he was good to listen. Good to have as eyes and ears and Greed scratches under his chin. A brief pause.]

Yeah, I noticed. Looks like COMPASS has something a bit different in store for us this time. [And his tone is playful, but dangerous. A blurring of the two, as if he doesn't take the matter too lightly.]

[But he snaps his fingers. Lets the noise vibrate through the feed.]

Where am I? The same place. [Down below; in a room stolen, bare bones to make his home.] Ah- right. You haven't been formally introduced yet, have you?

[May as well bide the time and wait. After all, there's that little end to the conversation he's interested about.]

Academic Building, lower floor. Can't miss it.

➥ AUDIO

[jijiis_hiyoko]

[Ah, as strange as it sounds, Gunji's missed those mysterious sounds his avarice friend makes. He holds back a chuckle as he mimics stamping his foot on the asphalt when he heres Greed's boot heel crack down.]

Ya fuckin' kiddin' me right? Me, not make it? Kyaha! Ya don't got to worry about me, I'll always be jus' fine neh!

[No, Gunji had never actually been invited to other peoples dorms before, normally he's the guy they pretend to not hear knocking whenever he does happen by. That and the fact he's crap with remembering places, sense of direction like moth.]

... Can't miss what, ney?

➥ video { week 10 day 3

[demarcates]

You.

[ he's really mad guess who just found out about that stupid ruby from one of his pups. ]

➥ VIDEO |

[nestingdevil]

[Feed popping open to the call with static to follow. Angle of the recording from a flat surface, catching the ceiling and shadows stretch. Fingertips laced in the dark before a familiar face graces the line. Popping up with an air of surprise, strong jaw to hang open wide and two hands wrap around the surface. Pull him right in.]

Ah-?

➥ VIDEO |

[demarcates]

Tell me about that ruby you were after. What the hell did you want it for?

Voicemail.

[soulparadox]

Kamui is gone.

➥ AUDIO |

[nestingdevil]

Heard the news.

[Greed's voice is distant, his smile audible. Though, it seems forced. Not at the news, no, but the idea. He taps his nails across something that tins back - like the worst kind of Morse Code.]

So - what's your plan then, Nataku?

[soulparadox]

Plan?

I had arrived at this city with the thought that I would never see Kamui, again. My destiny had already been decided. But to think that I would not be able to see him after meeting up with him once more. It hurts. [ ... ] But this is fate, right?

[ ... ] I will do what you wish for me to do, Greed.

Week 15, Day 1 [1/2]

[barebacking]

So, now we have returned and we are all well. The vicious scars upon our minds just adding to the many already there either by our own poor decisions or the hand of COMPASS. How much more will be torn from us until we cease to recognize our own reflection?

A good question, isn't it, Greed?

I also cannot believe that you abandoned me. I understand that COMPASS stole us away to some unknown place, but still ... how disappointing.

There is no point in taking this frustration out on you. You can take it. But can those that you've stated are your own state the same? Will they soon cease to be able to look into the mirror when I am finished?

I think that is a much better question, don't you?

Week 15, Day 1 [2/2]

[barebacking]

Sorry. I was upset.

I know it is not your fault.

No one was harmed. I just --

I lost my temper.

But isn't it good that I used my words instead of a blade?

Please... say that you're proud of me.

➥ AUDIO | Week 15, Day 1 1/2

[nestingdevil]

[His side of the line is frighteningly quiet. There's only a fuzz of static, like the soft hum of a heater in the distance. Maybe the gentle lift of a heel before it saddles up against the other and for a while, it stays like that.]

[Then lips part - wet and slippery. Wide and stretching, as if daring the other on. "Try it again, little girl in red. See where that part of the woods takes you."]

[Greed doesn't like what he hears at first and he certainly doesn't appreciate the threat. There's a tense splintering on the other side of the feed - groaning like a clamp holding two opposite sides of a skull in place. Cranking and cranking until something caves and the Sin rips his nails from wood. Leaving behind sizable wounds.]

Oh - ?

[His voice is sickeningly sweet and razor sharp, but pleasant. He knows, or at least he thinks, Yaha's not stupid enough to make good on his previous comment. He's stammering like a dog that accidentally bit the hand that feeds, tail tucked under and shivers in his skin. But the elf isn't so innocent: that is a fact Greed's far too aware of.]

Y'know, that's not usually how it works. [The homunculus carefully tilts his head, bringing his voice way from the conversation momentarily. There's a collection of sharp-swipes - knives being cleaned.] I really don't give a shit what you plan to do to me, but let's get one thing straight:

[Crunch, goes his bones. Clack goes his heel. And the sound that follows it blade-cold and hard as steel. Jittery in the absence of a face.] - that's stealing. And remember what I told you? [His tongue touches his teeth. It's hot now - hotter than it had been before Zelien took them someplace else. His head is still throbbing a bit.]

I don't let anyone take what's mine.

➥ AUDIO | Week 15, Day 1 2/2

[nestingdevil]

[But he tosses his wrist on the other side, his bands jangling like a preacher-man blessing an unholy church. It's gone, then. That brief moment of anger, that threatening tone of his. When Greed talks again, it's with the same sultry-simmer. Purred out and his shoulders hit hollow wood with a thunk.]

Oi, oi, oi - what's gotten into you? It's not like I had much of a choice. [Which is sour enough as is. And while he remembers pieces - a nice car, a good long drive, and maybe some spiders with too many teeth - it hadn't been all the bad.]

[Plus, he finally found a place worth taking a souvenir or two.]

[Something spins. Slowly, churning and churning until it gives way and there's a sound of guzzling on the other side of the line. Thick, heavy. As if he just can't get enough - ]

[Pop.] Ah- [Greed's groan is wanton. Heavy thick with his constant desire, his need, and all transactions are briefly forgotten.] - as long as you didn't do anything, we're fine, friend.

Just remember who you work for. Wouldn't want to have to make things difficult, right?