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?
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?
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.
theyre owed. went a little off the deep end lettin emotion take control. wont say i didn't warn you. better to take the deal given to ya less you want to loose it all.
dont seem the type to. so whatll it be yaha?
n flattery will gt you nowhere - youre right. not like the rest or havent you gotten tht by now?
tsk - theres a bit of a diffrence. whats mine is mine and they always come frst. but no. nevergto why you lot lmit yourselves. but ehy whoami to judge right.
bettr than nothing in the end. youll loose evrything if you keep tht up. not a risk yu want to take ? dont tell me youre goin to be one of those.
[There's a solid thud; wood knocking hollow as he settles against something. Heel sliding up, pushing weight to the curved-tip of a toe and for a while, Greed's silent. A still sort of quiet that's far different than his usual flavor.]
[But then, an audible shrug takes hold. Leather and fur moving, making themselves known over the feed.] Will you now. [Tone thick; like a vintage tune played on the cusp of closing time. Late night stringing it along, making it hiss from his teeth.] You know, that's not very nice.
[Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to this kind of business.] Everyone wants something they can't have, Yaha. Anyone who tells you different is lying.
[Normally, he'd go on his rant; explain that wanting was neither good nor bad. But he skips out. Merely waves his hand, chasing away the thought entirely. Heel coming down, that dramatic slowness a sound all its own.] No one says you aren't, but it's not exactly fair, right? You stole something from them and I think you and I have already covered how I feel about stealing.
[It's almost a threat. Not quite there, not quite menacing. Just the edge of it, the proverbial knife drawn to the table. No need to ruffle any feathers.]
[But as soon as it's there, it's gone. A blink-flash before Greed makes a noise in the back of his throat. Surprise catching him:] Ah-?
[His laughter is loud; a crashing noise to clatter against the walls. The sound of his neck snapping, bones crunching as he moves wildly. Open-palm smack against that wood surface before it all cools down again.]
Ha - ! Kind of forward, aren't you? [Humming, nail to scratch at the end of the feed.]
It sounds like you getting comfortable. I wish I knew what that was like. [ He sniffles. He hasn't been back to his room for awhile. ]
And I'm not very nice sometimes. I try to be nice and sweet to people, but what does that get me? [ Hmphs. ] Yes, yes, you don't like it if people steal from you. I'd rather that someone were to hurt me and make me bleed... I'd like to be choking in my own blood, too. That really makes me very excited.
But they just say nasty things... which hurt my feelings rather than hurt my body and make this body of mine warm with pain and excitement. You are right about not being able to get what you want.
[As comfortable as a torn-down classroom can be. Not that he's complaining; carved out corner to call his own, though there's plenty that's missing. The familiar crowd lost and the comfort of the usual(s)? Aren't entirely present.]
[The leathers at his wrist chime. Following with his movements, the clacking of his heels thudding.]
Not exactly a smart choice, friend. Besides - seems they've already figured out what your real weakness is.
[Hitting 'em where it counts; he understands the idea.]
It's not like you could stop the rumors once they spread, hmn?
[Not that he's heard much of anything. Still, nothing does really change and Zelien's a proverbial wild-fire ready to happen. Plenty of bends and turns to make the fire chase.]
[He clicks his tongue, snaps it on the smooth side of his teeth.] Never had complaints before, but it's not usually the style most prefer.
No. Killing people does nothing. Hypnotizing people does nothing. They just are able to break free of all those things. Do they understand that their mouths make it difficult for the rest of us to be able to be happy?
[The clacking stops, replaced with a shrilling sort of screech. Like metal dragging on metal and the Sin hums low. Lets it churn in his gut.]
Nothing's free in this world or the next, friend. Eh-
[Popping; like the rapid succession of bullets being fired, screws letting loose to the pressure.] Though I gotta ask - what do you plan to do about it?
I couldn't bear that, Greed. I'm certain he would hold even if I were to tear pieces of him out. He would not curse at me. Scream a few times in pain, yes, but just look at me with ... those sort of eyes that tear into one's soul ... and say nothing.
So, my hands are tied.
[ ... ]
As to what to do about you... you won't always be on guard. Even you have to rest. Then, I shall taste that skin of yours.
No, but I like pretending I do. Can't you pretend with me?
[ A huff. ] I can pretend that I am that dense. Perhaps, people will just start to think I'm a fool. Fools are forgiven easier than those that are sharp, right? A blunt blade occasionally cuts and it is the fault of the other person.
And your feelings are not close to the surface either.
So you say. [ A soft wet sound as he slips his tongue out, sucking in a bit of air around it as it lightly glides just underneath his teeth as he presents it to the screen before he pulls back. ]
They think they're so clever, but they're not as smart as they think. They're not as clever as they like to believe. They've left themselves open and do not even realize it.
About anything, Greed. Your feelings are buried so deep that I wouldn't be able to hurt them even if I tried.
[A loud bark of a laugh, body moving to slide against wood. Heel groaning against the floorboards as he sinks. As two elbows crack to anchor the slouch.]
You think that's a good idea? Seems pretty low, if you ask me.
[Index clicking off on the other side of the line. To the tune of wristbands rattling, his voice tampering off with a questionable sort of hum. Like a predator sizing up its next target.] That so? It's really simple.
I want everything you can possibly think of, friend. What else is there to understand?
What? And just let myself be backed into a corner? That's hardly fair.
[ He lets out another huff before a soft thud. Lying on the floor now, his voice slightly muffled as he talks into his arm more than the communicator. ] There has to be something you want more than anything else.
[Heel lacing to heel, the slow rocking as he listens to the other. The sound of a pout far too obvious and the Sin groans slightly.]
Not really - to me, everything has some sort of value. [And he's not about to let out his confession; one-time shot and the only one to hear it? Well - ]
[The question wasn't exactly unexpected, but it's a bit of a surprise. A pause, head falling to the dip of his shoulders. The rhythm on his ankles not stopping; keeping up the pace before he makes a noise. Rolling his tongue, flicking his teeth.]
Little bit of a loaded question, but - ! [Circles to the ceiling and Greed's voice takes on a sick vibration. Tumbling over itself, smoldering in his jaws.] I guess you and I are good pals, right? Though, it seems to me you've got your priorities a little backwards.
[Meaning they're fucked half-way to next Tuesday, but there's no need to be that blunt.] You're a risk. Never know which way you're going to go and you're not very good at keeping things peaceful. [An understatement and mockery all the same.]
Deals with you tend to go south pretty fast and you don't hold anything to a standard. In the end, your intentions aren't exactly clear, friend.
But that doesn't mean I don't find you worth the time.
[ There is a loud crack against the wooden floor before the sound of something splattering against the screen. The noise changes to a thick wet sound before the elf speaks, again. ]
Do you believe that I could be loved? Truly loved?
[It's a sound that speaks of nothing good; that speaks of ill intentions, the wet splattering too thick to be water and Greed's voice suddenly dips. Turning sour.]
Oi, oi, oi - [Slow pitch, dragging it out. The sudden beat of his heels breaking to a jarring stop and his nails bite into wood.] - that wasn't a good idea, friend. A little bit a waste, don't you think?
You're asking the wrong guy. In the end, I never understood that idea - can't, really.
[Madmen never made for the best conversations; the road constantly jack-knifing to something new and Greed pulls himself forward. Spine releasing from its would-be perch at the wood panel, sending him over the shelf of his hips.]
Tsk - starting to be more trouble than you're worth.
[But the clacking of heels sounds off that he's on the move. Pace delayed, a hook to bait.]
I'm just upset. Playing nice is fun but only when I get to be able to tell them that it's their own fault there's a blade in their side and their insides falling out. I can't do that right now.
Can I come over to cry on your chest about how unfair the world is?
I found him. I do not need to worry about Kamui. You also do not need to worry about Kamui. Kamui is infallible. [ He did not think he had to mention such a fact, but Greed is a confusing individual who sometimes does not make sense. It seems important to point out facts. And he can only guess he is asking Kamui because he is worried about Kamui. ]
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.
[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.]
[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.]
[It's funny just how familiar it is. His heel click copied, the good dog mocking the master and Greed's grin is audible. Slick like the edge of a knife and just as sharp as he lets a small laugh slip through. Passing by his lips, index tapping just to see the result.]
[Because he's missed the sound, too. Gunji an oddity, always chomping at the bit. Begging for more, more, more and oh, could the Sin compliment his avarice. But it was for an entirely different kind of currency. One made with life and blood; it'd be a mess, in the end.]
[And despite appearance, he didn't fancy himself the violent sort.]
[He jerks still. Eerie silence coming in like a phantom-crossed and Greed lulls his head back.] Glad to hear it.
[A hum, eyes to close on the other side of the line. Sultry glances to a faceless audience. Nails finally finding the hollow of a wood frame and he raps his knuckles against it.]
The sign - it should be pretty obvious, but since you've been gone a while - [Greed trails off, head moving away and his voice goes with it. As if there's space finally birthed in the in-between.]
- The Devil's Nest. It's not ready yet, but feel free.
[Gunji wasn't aware he was doing it, copying Greed that is, but it was true. With each sound he heard and recognized, the blond took to acting it out, shit, he even smirked the way his friend did too.
From what Gunji could work out, it sounded as if Greed had moved into a more comfortable accommodation. Letting that sink in for a moment, he decided it was an invitation, an invitation he couldn't refuse.]
Oya! Ya got ya'sel a real nice pad to crash in, neh, that what ya sayin'? Ya got 'nythin better than creamed corn to eat? I'm star~ving!!
[Nails lifting. Moving with the lazy scrape of his bands across a wood surface and he grips something. Solid snatch, tin sounding back and for a moment, there's a tiredness to his tone. A flip of the wrist and he's tossing the can, catching it in the next breath.]
Sorry friend. Doesn't look like we've got other options. [Because yeah, he's picked that pantry. Barebone minimum with only the corn left. Flood of it, a mocking sort of gesture on COMPASS's part.]
Wish I had some better news for you. But if you want it, it's all yours.
[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.]
[The video catches the under part of his throat. Head whirling about on a spine that seems boneless, sinking his shades back into the thick of it. Little light for all of his troubles, the faint glow from the video-feed igniting him in artificial blues that shift. Threatening gray and back again.]
Why? That's a stupid question. [Humbled surprise gone and his smile stays closed. Curved and coiled with smarmy intentions, making eyebrows curve up to the beat. Dip to caress the frames of his shades and the Sin slowly peels his hands away from the surface.]
The name is Greed, or did you not get that the first time?
[Well, it had been odd. As if the stone itself was ringing out; tuning to his more sinister core and finding the same pulse. Making that fever rise and he remembers. The parched feeling at his jaws, the throbbing in his skull.]
[Greed tosses both hands out, backs of his palms facing the floor.] Eh- I guess you could say it was a little strange. But then again, anything is possible.
Because they're my responsibility. And I need to know if they did it under influence and COMPASS is just bullshitting events as excuses to do what they please or if this is something in my control to fix.
[ and he doesn't think this information is going to save them but it'll do a lot for him in terms of knowing where he needs to stand and how. ]
[Responsibility is a funny thing and so is the idea of possessing. Something, someone to claim ownership of and Greed's expression turns a bit sour. He hasn't missed the public display of violence nor does he find any sort of solace in it.]
[So his tone shifts; matching the eyes that glare back at him through the feed, expecting answers.]
No - it wasn't normal. But my avarice tends to run a bit deeper than most.
[Attentions drawing away and Greed juts out his chin. Turns in the direction of a window present. Holding with that silence for a moment before lacing his heels together with one solid thud.]
Nothing much seems in our control, friend. But hey - I've always been a fan of the underdog. [The slightest lift of a grin, as if the venom between is quickly draining and maybe, just maybe, they'll see eye to eye after all.]
So - what's your plan? Not like you can barge in there and take what was stolen.
I'm used to having to claw my way up from under a heel of authority abusing fuckwits like this Project Head.
[ he's used to it, but not quite at this level and never has there been a situation where it literally is impossible to get at this guy. the feeling of helplessness is maddening, but hijikata can't dwell for long. ]
I don't know yet. But, nothing is absolute—it just needs to be reassessed. If something goes in or it goes out of it, it's a flaw that can be exploited.
[ the problem is there isn't any time and no one here seems to have a clue to work off of. in fact, in really could very well be too late this time around. he can't think about that, though, even though he's not holding out any promises to himself that he's going to get them before it's their turn. ]
You and me both, friend. Seems to me we have a common goal.
[Rebel to rebel and authority never sat well with the cardinal Sin in question. Always to bite back against the chains that held him and in the end, COMPASS is just the same. Change of face, but still a similar flavor. It's just packaged a bit differently.]
That's right - [That smile widens and those teeth show. Two-fingers to bounce off his temple and Greed peels away from the wood-face of his project. Moving as he falls over the shelf of his hips.] - there's no such thing as no such thing.
[Still, there's a problem and that problem is time. Mortal lot hanging on the thread and not a lot of cards to play.]
[The Sin opens up his hand - swings it around, nails to scratch the dark.] It's called equivalent exchange back where I'm come from. Something given in order to receive - least, that's what the good ol'boys back in Central always claimed.
[Though it was the truth - everything for a price and Greed pauses. Stops with a clack of the heel.]
There's a key to every door, friend. We just need to find the right one - don't you think?
[ 'we' being carefully noted since this conversation definitely didn't start with such, not even from greed's mouth. so now, it looks like a slight change that might very well be worth entertaining. ]
[It's a sudden turn of events; all hands on deck leaving, threat clearing. And finally, there's an eye to eye, a tooth to tooth, and someone gets it.]
[He's on the move, though. Attentions brought back to the present and the noise of his walk clacks true on the other side of the line. Darker places left to his back and he stops just once in the frame of a door.]
Wouldn't happen to know anything about alchemy, would you?
[Said as he leaves the wood-work of a door, foot-falls finding a vacant hall and his pace is drawling. Time taken as his shoulders slouch just slightly.]
[It'll prove more difficult, then. No talent to the art himself, just made from it and Greed starts up a stairwell. Passing along the curve as the top opens up and he's heading in the direction of an exit.]
That's too bad. The one I knew up and disappeared, so it looks like we'll have to try something else.
[Doesn't mean it's out of reach, though.]
Know them pretty well, don't you. Must be pretty important to come to me.
[ he's quiet a moment then before he's starting to walk himself, away from the quad because apparently there's nothing worth stalling and hoping for here. his voice is a little quieter when he responds.
[Meaning a key to the lock. There's always some way of opening a door and he's seen it done on more than one occasion. Reversing the current and pulling it wide open. Prying where latches would otherwise hold and he knows of a few with the talent. But they aren't here now and he'll have to resort to other means.]
[The Sin pauses at the top of the stairs. Balls of his feet pushed forward and it's like he's had his own power cut. The slide of his eyes the only thing given him away, making his eyebrows move in unison to that admission. Spilling it out in a confessional damned and Greed slowly lets the shelf of his boot hit the surface.]
[Because doesn't he know the importance; of things that don't come back at the edge of the knife plunged. After the bullets have stopped smoldering and he jerks his gaze away. Watches the still of the next hallway, his frown holding.]
[But he waves it away. Hand tossing, finger by finger out and he slips towards his destination.]
Don't do anything too brash, hmn? You'll end up losing more, in the end.
That would mean I had more to actually lose in the first place.
[ he says it quietly, distant almost as if telling himself a reminder or two and in a way it is if only because 'losing more in the end'... in the end, didn't he lose everything, anyway? Everything, everyone, this place and their faces here as they are are all he has left to hold onto.
how is he supposed to look at that in any way rational? ]
[Willing to risk it all then and it's a type he's seen time and time again. Neck out to the ax swung, the martyr always putting himself in harm's way. Hoping and praying that it'll hit him first.]
[For a second, he's quiet. Pace of his slowly down, the slightest bit of a sigh escaping. As if it's entirely a bother and one eye opens. The other closing shut.]
Willing to do that for them? Not that entirely I blame you, but it's not like that'll help 'em in the end, right? Don't let that emotional control you, friend. No use to anyone dead.
[ shit shit shit. because he has to take things into account here that people who die don't stay dead which means it doesn't just end. he doesn't think of that in a hopeful way, but he does think of it in the sense that he probably needs to reevaluate getting himself killed and failing to help them, them getting killed and then for some reason him not around to maybe stop something like it happening again.
hijikata sighs himself before glancing up before finally stopping... because well. ]
Seems like I don't even know where the hell I'm going here.
[ for more than one reason, but the biggest one would be he can't really remember the layout of the campus and where who and what are at this moment. so... he's going to wait here, plenty far enough away from the spectacle at the center of campus, at least. ]
Most don't - it's not like we have much choice in the matter, do we.
[And he doesn't like the idea; the idea of being held back, of living without choice. Because if there's one thing he's stolen, it's that. The ability to pick the direction of his would-be path, the right to follow that too-rotten core of his and in the end, all that he ever wanted was - ]
[Greed turns his attention back to the feed. To the down-ridden look that quickly replaces ill tempers. Narrow eyes to sag, defeat already hanging in the balance and he unfurls his fingers. One by one, elongated and lengthy.]
Oi, oi, oi - kids like you shouldn't give up so easily. That's not what I was implying. [No - what he was implying was far more. Firecrackers to the proverbial cake walk and he's always had a flair for the dramatics. Though, he usually played under the table, out of watchful eyes. Proverbial king of the underworld and he wore the title with a sense of pride.]
[Still, it's troublesome. Words turning to action and as he moves from one hallway to the next, there's that faint glow. The shifting voids letting in their own colors. Washed out as they flutter past, like artificial flame to the canvas - sickening, blue electric.]
Remember what I said before: [A bit of a grin, slicing up one side of his jaw and Greed tips his head just so. Bone to the dog underwater, to drag him back from the depths.]
- there's no such thing as no such thing. And there's always a possibility, hmn?
...That's true. You won't know for sure 'til you try.
[ how long has he been saying that himself, anyway, to start losing sight of it? maybe one too many failures are starting to weight from back home. he's not sure, but the point is, greed's right and he can't anything stop him but the fact of it end up being truly and absolutely impossible.
so, it's a good enough bone, certainly, to tug this dog away from a place it can't swim out from on its own. ]
[Lips screw together with a smarmy sort of flavor and his eyebrows dip to match. Smug and confident, though there's something else: as if Sin incarnate can understand the play and Greed tosses his elbows back. Lays them on the flat surface of an elevated desk.]
Seems to me you've got a choice, then. What do you plan to do with it?
[He hooks his ankles outside of the feed, but they bounce with a resounding thud and the Sin's skull lulls back. Allowing a look at those eyes through the dips of his shades and he waits. A drum of one finger follows the other.]
Y'know, you could always just ask. But I think you're smart enough to know that I don't do anything for free.
[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.]
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.
[Greed takes a moment to rub the back of his neck. No - he wasn't exactly in Kamui's court, but that doesn't mean he isn't sorry. For the loss, at any rate.] - sorry, kid. Wish I had some better news for you.
[Truth be told, he's never understood that idea: destiny, decided, fate. He's always made claims to the contrary, pulling and tugging to cut all the strings: to be able to chose.]
[The Sin lets his hand fall and his bracelets jingle on the other side of the line.] Why don't you and I check out what's going on in town. Might as well see if we can find anything worth the time.
[Cheer him up? Maybe. If so, it isn't entirely intentional. Greed doesn't exactly harbor the best feelings towards the current MIA, but he can understand: the idea of losing and he's never been too keen on the idea.]
[Maybe it's the part of him that still tries at human and his smile is slow and obvious. His silence telling as his snaps his fingers lazily on the other side of the line.]
Nothing's impossible, Nataku. Remember what I told you.
[Heels shift and he's rolling out. Following the long-line of wood he's got in his collection.] Feel free. Otherwise, I have something else you could do for me.
I'll tell you about it later. Business - you know how it is.
[Basically: he's not interested in having anyone knocking around his intel without a little bit first. And a proposal's no good if he can't keep it between good ol'chums.]
[If anything, Nataku's loyal enough. Especially without the usual shadow to rain on his parade and Greed makes a noise his throat. One that's both an acknowledgement and a scuff.]
What supplies people are willing to give - [Scratching his exposed throat and the Sin knocks his hip against something hollow. Lets it bang out across the line.]
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?
[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.]
[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?
[ The tone is so different than what he is used to when speaking to Greed. He had thought that he would hear some sort of laughter and dismissive comment about what his threats. His head drops as he tries to make himself smaller, even though the Sin cannot see him. He makes soft whining noises like a beaten animal. Though, there is a part of him that knows that it won't work.
It won't work to make himself appear as pathetic as possible for sympathy. That is the way the he works to get out of trouble. Look at me. Look. Look how broken I am. Look at how incompetent I am. Look at my madness. I cannot be blamed. I CANNOT be blamed. Yaha sees enough of himself to be able to know that little piece of the reality that others see. The reality that he wraps himself in like a shield.
But the shield that Greed wears is one that knows these little truths and rebuffs them. Still, he makes his voice soft, his tone submissive and head remains low as he responds. ]
Stealing is not allowed. [ The elf repeats like a disobedient child who has been found trying to take cookies before dinner. ] I just ... I came to a thought... a little thought that I choked upon. Very few people will be able to keep me from tearing the flesh off others ... either out of anger or joy. It will happen.
I am just lucky that COMPASS torments people more than I could ever hope to torment. People forget what I do because we have a greater enemy, but ... maybe ... they will defeat them and then they shall descend upon me like wolves. [ ... ] I thought of my future and thought of how beautiful it would be to have my body scattered across the battlefiled... staining everything red.
It would prove to them that good does indeed triumph over evil. [ His tone changes then to a sardonic one. ] Not that you believe in such concepts. But I do. They do. They choke on them just as I choke on them. I did nothing, but something will be done. I can feel it building in the back of my head.
I work for you... and the fear and love and hate I have for you keeps me calm... but when you are not around, what will become of me? [ The whimpering dog reappears. ] I must find someone to be able to hold onto this madness. Hold onto it until the time comes when the wolves will eat my body. When the time is right. When they need that truth in their bloodied hands.
I will not make the battle easy for them... and they will be all the better for it. [ ... ] Well, what do you think of my beautiful plan?
[The truth of it is, Greed hadn't entirely meant it. The snarl - it had crept up on him like a bad omen. Like bad blood. Because he hasn't forgotten. A promise of a pay out that never came and the bastard just had to go and die with a smile on his face.]
[Wrath was a feeling he didn't experience much. It still isn't. But at even the threat of having something taken from him, instincts reacted. A bottle of acid sitting on the shelf, out of sight and out of mind. Until someone foolish enough came around and knocked it clear off.]
[Then splat, crash, sizzle: it's over.]
Eh- [Greed's voice is close, his sigh dramatic. His nails scritch at the base of his hairline and glass taps glass on the other side of the line. Chiming, like a crude bell, and there's a rush, a gurgle of liquid.] Don't get me wrong, friend. Just not the smartest thing you've said to me. Pretty stupid, actually.
[The bottle's sat down with a heavy thunk and Greed takes his time swirling ice in a glass, though even that's watered down with the heat. It rattles, swirling as he pitches his wrist counter-clockwise. Then clockwise. And back again.] As long as you don't try it, I don't care what you do. But don't play bullshit with me, Yaha - after all, I've been nothing with honest with you.
[Another slosh and teeth crunch loudly at ice. Splinters, shatters and cracks and Greed's smile is audible again. Charming with all the flare Hell had to offer.] Don't try to be the martyr - doesn't suit you.
[ He feels like his madness is clearing just a little. But it probably isn't. The fog that he thinks is lifting is actually putting him in another new area. One where he isn't sure he feels safe in -- the desire to want to bleed for others so that they can feel validated in their own sense of right and wrong. That which even the Empire could not do with a smile.
But ... ]
It doesn't suit me. I'm much better the aggressor than one who would lie down for anyone, right? [ ... ] I thought of what someone said to me. His name was Julian... he is now gone. He told me to forget about all the people who abandoned me and try to move on.
But how can you do that? How can you forget about your family, your race, your friends, your fathers? How can you hate them and leave those memories behind? What would you be left as? [ The elf lets out a soft sigh. He hates this mood. He would rather be drinking blood and laughing at how pale the person is rather than this. ]
I'm feeling sorry for myself and I'm not sure why.
[If it had been video, there would have been an exaggerated frown. A raising of both eyebrows to make lines of his forehead. Instead, there's only silence. Quiet with the lick of liquor at a glass's edge. Greed runs his thumb up the rounded side, reclines forward on the receiving end.]
[His grin turns to something else. Letting part of his jaws open, as if what Yaha says hits a chord. The last strum of a girl's guitar.]
None of those matter much to me, or didn't you get that? [Fathers, race, family. But friends are a different matter - friends. Greed's not sure he still believes what he told Ling in his final moments and he licks his lips, draws in a breath. What comes next is an awful sort of laugh. Curdling in his throat, hissing through his teeth.] Don't mistake me for someone else, Yaha. I'm just not that kind of guy.
[Greed clicks his teeth shut and forces a smile. There are some things better left unsaid and this is one of them.] Choice - [The Sin states as his fingers unfurl from his glass with an audible series of clicks.] - it seems to me that's what you're really asking. Whether to leave it all behind or actually go after what you really want.
[But the homunculus isn't one for serious conversation. So he shrugs, tosses the glass up with a thud, and tosses both hands out on the other side of the line.] I think you know the answer to that - I'm just not interested.
Now who is lying? Of course, they matter to you... or else you would not care if they would be torn to pieces underneath my hand. [ The days when he felt sorry for himself really were the worst. He wants the fog to come back so he can no longer see himself, no longer catch a glimpse of the world which he sees around him. ]
... your choice would be that I go after what I really want. But we both know that it wouldn't make me happy.
[ A loud sigh. He shakes his head from side to side. ] One day, I hope you will make use of the violence inside of me.
[The glass spins. Grinding against the top of the desk as Greed scoffs. Laughs. Wide-mouthed and sharp-toothed; he slaps the broad-side with an open palm.] Don't mistake my avarice for something it isn't, Yaha. I just don't let anyone take what's mine.
[Greed pulls away, clacking both heels solidly to the floor. They could do this for hours: argue the rights and wrongs. The what and what-if(s). Whether he's good or bad or both. The Sin doesn't really give a damn either way.]
Maybe. Like I said before this whole thing happened - if you need to, I'm built a bit stronger than the rest. [The homunculus' voice is like vinegar to milk. Curdling the substance, making it thick.]
What you want - everyone wants something, Yaha. Whether or not that makes them happy? [Greed shrugs. This kind of conversation isn't for him and his eyes snapped shut.] I guess it's up to them, isn't it?
[ So dismissive. Greed is just as difficult as he can be. ]
I want to be loved completely and obsessively. I want to be able to love the same and know that I will not destroy the person who I have targeted. [ ... ] But even if I adore and worship some of the men here, they are weak. They would not be capable of handling my madness. They would shatter under the pressure and ... the events which I try to keep for escalating will escalate. Blood will rain down upon the ground and stain my hands as I try to find a quiet place in my own head.
[For a while, Greed just listens. It's like the last will and testament of someone who lost their mind ages ago. Rambling, raving. The same as always: of blood and love. Of violence and some glorious kind of ending that just won't happen. Not the way he wants and the Sin taps his glass.]
Maybe not, but it's not like you're giving any a choice, are you? [The Sin bounces his heel, taps forward.] And the mortal lot may be weak, but sometimes they can surprise you.
[He leaves his ill-gotten liquor behind. Trailing away from a desk that would have served for a bar-top, to wander out. Into the hallway, where the usual quiet has been replaced with the humid-buzz of the mid-tropics. Greed flicks a match, pauses, then shakes it out.]
I guess you have to make a choice then, hmn? It's always better to take a deal, Yaha. Equivalent exchange - remember? Eh - [He can beat the horse all he wants, but in the end?]
[The rustling of fur gives evidence of another shrug.] Some will surprise you, friend.
Ha - ! [Greed slaps his thigh, briefly.] You're starting to sound more like them - thinking they were so much better. Sure, built tougher, but it's not like it helped 'em any.
[He presses his lips together, narrows his eyes with a vibration in his throat.] You don't?
I know there are some that are exemplary, but they are so few and far between. I lived through a rather awful war, Greed. I watched what humans could become at their worst. And when it was over, when the land and society was revived, they acted like it didn't happen. They acted like they had no choice and that... that is just the way things were and held no remorse in their hearts.
[Maybe it's his age, maybe it's the fact that he's seen wars, too. But they had been calculated in advance. Pawn after pawn pushed forward to make for calamity. He had been part of it once - the grand plan. And after a century or so, it had just grown stale.]
That's the one thing you have in common - what's right, what's wrong. You're so quick to get righteous, Yaha. Ever think for a second that that may be your problem?
[The Sin moves two clicks forward, one heel back. From the recording, there's crickets. Birds. Creatures rustling in the thick of it. As if they're just as lost, just as clueless, as it what to do next.] Of course, the mortal lot are - it's not like they have a lot of time. What do you expect? Eh- [The Sin sighs. Full of dramatics and it's all-too-clear the rolling of the eyes.] - it's not like they're about to change, but they aren't all so bad, y'know.
[ The elf makes a soft, huffing noise. The offense he felt obvious. ]
How is that my problem? Humans force us to live in their worlds and live by their laws. Yet if we turn the same eye upon them, they act otherwise.
[ There is scurrying in the background. His children giggling as they go. He pauses to turn towards them before sighing soft. The worry he has for them tears at his heart. Poor mad darlings. ]
No. There are some worth keeping. But only some. The rest should be flayed and fed to those far sweeter and kinder than they could ever hope to be.
[His tone is dry, his pitch low. It's as if he's speaking with a lazy-haze, one similar to someone just woken up from a particularly-long nap. Yaha's dauntless in his efforts, venomous when struck, and Greed shuts one eye on the other side of the feed. Had it been a video, there would have been one long cock-slanted smile. A knowing sort of gesture, as if he had heard the rant before in the two-centuries he has under his belt.]
[As it stands, it's just mild silence on the western front.] Most won't understand - as much as they may say otherwise. The mortal-lot likes what's at the surface. They don't really want to know what the underworld has in store, what's really going on until it's too late. But that's not their fault and you certainly can't blame 'em.
And who am I to judge? [A match sparks, spitting fire on the feed as a rush of air meets for an ignition point.] Seems to me you're already set on that idea, but I'll tell you this, Yaha:
[ The elf breathes in and out a few times. He pushes back his hair as he finds his calm. All that venom has nowhere to go. Swallowing thickly, he finds the red flickering just outside his vision fading until everything is as it should be. ]
I do wonder if one has the capability of saving me. But you would rather we save ourselves, right?
[The bottle grinds against the surface of wood until it's plucked up between his knuckles. Greed clacks his nails against the side of the neck, grinding the tips in as he listens.]
Save yourselves? No, not really. Like I just said: I'm always a fan of the underdog, Yaha.
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n if you find a steadysupply of something good
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Everything is good to you.
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booze liquor whatvr you want to call it. know theres two of em makin it. bt thats not really a chore fr you is it
bring back whatvr you can fnd
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I shall bring what I can find that is alcohol related along with those nails.
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whts all this then?
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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.
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dont seem the type to. so whatll it be yaha?
n flattery will gt you nowhere - youre right. not like the rest or havent you gotten tht by now?
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I don't know. I suppose I shall have to take the rotten deal given to me now. I hate losing. It's not fun, Greed.
I've gotten that... that's why you won't appreciate me.
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tsk - theres a bit of a diffrence. whats mine is mine and they always come frst. but no. nevergto why you lot lmit yourselves. but ehy whoami to judge right.
bettr than nothing in the end. youll loose evrything if you keep tht up. not a risk yu want to take ? dont tell me youre goin to be one of those.
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If you tell anyone I said all of this to you, I shall punish for you later. [ Just not sure how. ]
Because it's nice to be spoiled. I want to be spoiled by someone. Why can't I have something like that? Am I not worthy of anything like that?
I suppose I'll just have to accept it, yes.
By the way, about your body, can you turn every piece of you into beautiful hardness? [ ♥ ]
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[There's a solid thud; wood knocking hollow as he settles against something. Heel sliding up, pushing weight to the curved-tip of a toe and for a while, Greed's silent. A still sort of quiet that's far different than his usual flavor.]
[But then, an audible shrug takes hold. Leather and fur moving, making themselves known over the feed.] Will you now. [Tone thick; like a vintage tune played on the cusp of closing time. Late night stringing it along, making it hiss from his teeth.] You know, that's not very nice.
[Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to this kind of business.] Everyone wants something they can't have, Yaha. Anyone who tells you different is lying.
[Normally, he'd go on his rant; explain that wanting was neither good nor bad. But he skips out. Merely waves his hand, chasing away the thought entirely. Heel coming down, that dramatic slowness a sound all its own.] No one says you aren't, but it's not exactly fair, right? You stole something from them and I think you and I have already covered how I feel about stealing.
[It's almost a threat. Not quite there, not quite menacing. Just the edge of it, the proverbial knife drawn to the table. No need to ruffle any feathers.]
[But as soon as it's there, it's gone. A blink-flash before Greed makes a noise in the back of his throat. Surprise catching him:] Ah-?
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[His laughter is loud; a crashing noise to clatter against the walls. The sound of his neck snapping, bones crunching as he moves wildly. Open-palm smack against that wood surface before it all cools down again.]
Ha - ! Kind of forward, aren't you? [Humming, nail to scratch at the end of the feed.]
You could say it's one of the perks.
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And I'm not very nice sometimes. I try to be nice and sweet to people, but what does that get me? [ Hmphs. ] Yes, yes, you don't like it if people steal from you. I'd rather that someone were to hurt me and make me bleed... I'd like to be choking in my own blood, too. That really makes me very excited.
But they just say nasty things... which hurt my feelings rather than hurt my body and make this body of mine warm with pain and excitement. You are right about not being able to get what you want.
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It must be nice. Any piece of you could be sweet for someone else.
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[As comfortable as a torn-down classroom can be. Not that he's complaining; carved out corner to call his own, though there's plenty that's missing. The familiar crowd lost and the comfort of the usual(s)? Aren't entirely present.]
[The leathers at his wrist chime. Following with his movements, the clacking of his heels thudding.]
Not exactly a smart choice, friend. Besides - seems they've already figured out what your real weakness is.
[Hitting 'em where it counts; he understands the idea.]
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[A pause; head lulling to trace the ceiling and the Sin lets out an elongated sort of sigh.]
Still don't get it, do you?
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I do.
You have no interest in that, but that doesn't mean people aren't interested in that with you.
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[Not that he's heard much of anything. Still, nothing does really change and Zelien's a proverbial wild-fire ready to happen. Plenty of bends and turns to make the fire chase.]
[He clicks his tongue, snaps it on the smooth side of his teeth.] Never had complaints before, but it's not usually the style most prefer.
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[ He hisses quietly. ]
I complain. I complain a lot.
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[The clacking stops, replaced with a shrilling sort of screech. Like metal dragging on metal and the Sin hums low. Lets it churn in his gut.]
Nothing's free in this world or the next, friend. Eh-
[Popping; like the rapid succession of bullets being fired, screws letting loose to the pressure.] Though I gotta ask - what do you plan to do about it?
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I couldn't bear that, Greed. I'm certain he would hold even if I were to tear pieces of him out. He would not curse at me. Scream a few times in pain, yes, but just look at me with ... those sort of eyes that tear into one's soul ... and say nothing.
So, my hands are tied.
[ ... ]
As to what to do about you... you won't always be on guard. Even you have to rest. Then, I shall taste that skin of yours.
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[There's silence as those eyebrows push up. An audible sort of frown forming on the other side of the line before that baritone drawls:] Oi, oi, oi -
[It's almost dangerous, then. Because while he's glad to take a few, there's others to worry about.] - you can try, but remember what I told you.
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[ He lets out a small sigh, sad. ] I don't know. Could you remind me what you said?
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[Sigh to match sigh, fingers scratching at the base of his neck.] You're not that dense, Yaha. You and I both know that.
[Knuckles thudding against wood with a tail bone to follow.]
Takes more than the usual to hurt me.
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[ A huff. ] I can pretend that I am that dense. Perhaps, people will just start to think I'm a fool. Fools are forgiven easier than those that are sharp, right? A blunt blade occasionally cuts and it is the fault of the other person.
And your feelings are not close to the surface either.
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[Tip of a nail to the edge of wood, a slow tapping motion.] Think that's a good idea? Doubt most of 'em would buy it.
Oh-? My feelings - about what, exactly? Not really hard to get.
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They think they're so clever, but they're not as smart as they think. They're not as clever as they like to believe. They've left themselves open and do not even realize it.
About anything, Greed. Your feelings are buried so deep that I wouldn't be able to hurt them even if I tried.
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You think that's a good idea? Seems pretty low, if you ask me.
[Index clicking off on the other side of the line. To the tune of wristbands rattling, his voice tampering off with a questionable sort of hum. Like a predator sizing up its next target.] That so? It's really simple.
I want everything you can possibly think of, friend. What else is there to understand?
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[ He lets out another huff before a soft thud. Lying on the floor now, his voice slightly muffled as he talks into his arm more than the communicator. ] There has to be something you want more than anything else.
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[Heel lacing to heel, the slow rocking as he listens to the other. The sound of a pout far too obvious and the Sin groans slightly.]
Not really - to me, everything has some sort of value. [And he's not about to let out his confession; one-time shot and the only one to hear it? Well - ]
What is it you're really after here?
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What value do you see in me?
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[The question wasn't exactly unexpected, but it's a bit of a surprise. A pause, head falling to the dip of his shoulders. The rhythm on his ankles not stopping; keeping up the pace before he makes a noise. Rolling his tongue, flicking his teeth.]
Little bit of a loaded question, but - ! [Circles to the ceiling and Greed's voice takes on a sick vibration. Tumbling over itself, smoldering in his jaws.] I guess you and I are good pals, right? Though, it seems to me you've got your priorities a little backwards.
[Meaning they're fucked half-way to next Tuesday, but there's no need to be that blunt.] You're a risk. Never know which way you're going to go and you're not very good at keeping things peaceful. [An understatement and mockery all the same.]
Deals with you tend to go south pretty fast and you don't hold anything to a standard. In the end, your intentions aren't exactly clear, friend.
But that doesn't mean I don't find you worth the time.
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[ There is a loud crack against the wooden floor before the sound of something splattering against the screen. The noise changes to a thick wet sound before the elf speaks, again. ]
Do you believe that I could be loved? Truly loved?
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Oi, oi, oi - [Slow pitch, dragging it out. The sudden beat of his heels breaking to a jarring stop and his nails bite into wood.] - that wasn't a good idea, friend. A little bit a waste, don't you think?
You're asking the wrong guy. In the end, I never understood that idea - can't, really.
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[ There is one final drip before the sound of that same wet object hits the far-off wall. ]
That is a pity, Greed.
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Tsk - starting to be more trouble than you're worth.
[But the clacking of heels sounds off that he's on the move. Pace delayed, a hook to bait.]
So what'll it be, then?
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I'm just upset. Playing nice is fun but only when I get to be able to tell them that it's their own fault there's a blade in their side and their insides falling out. I can't do that right now.
Can I come over to cry on your chest about how unfair the world is?
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Door's open - feel free to come by.
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I'll clean up and be right over.
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no but did find tht frind of yours
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I do not understand the question.
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kamui
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still got my stuff?
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good. gotta do somthing - thingk you can get em to me? aint running into any more trouble areyoun?
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I can. Where you are, I will head in that direction. These items are not mine and I would like to return them.
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couldnt trely tell you not rcctly a map here mn
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as soon ss the storm cleasrs go topside illl meet you
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I will keep everything safe until then.
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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.
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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?
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[Because he's missed the sound, too. Gunji an oddity, always chomping at the bit. Begging for more, more, more and oh, could the Sin compliment his avarice. But it was for an entirely different kind of currency. One made with life and blood; it'd be a mess, in the end.]
[And despite appearance, he didn't fancy himself the violent sort.]
[He jerks still. Eerie silence coming in like a phantom-crossed and Greed lulls his head back.] Glad to hear it.
[A hum, eyes to close on the other side of the line. Sultry glances to a faceless audience. Nails finally finding the hollow of a wood frame and he raps his knuckles against it.]
The sign - it should be pretty obvious, but since you've been gone a while - [Greed trails off, head moving away and his voice goes with it. As if there's space finally birthed in the in-between.]
- The Devil's Nest. It's not ready yet, but feel free.
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From what Gunji could work out, it sounded as if Greed had moved into a more comfortable accommodation. Letting that sink in for a moment, he decided it was an invitation, an invitation he couldn't refuse.]
Oya! Ya got ya'sel a real nice pad to crash in, neh, that what ya sayin'? Ya got 'nythin better than creamed corn to eat? I'm star~ving!!
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[Nails lifting. Moving with the lazy scrape of his bands across a wood surface and he grips something. Solid snatch, tin sounding back and for a moment, there's a tiredness to his tone. A flip of the wrist and he's tossing the can, catching it in the next breath.]
Sorry friend. Doesn't look like we've got other options. [Because yeah, he's picked that pantry. Barebone minimum with only the corn left. Flood of it, a mocking sort of gesture on COMPASS's part.]
Wish I had some better news for you. But if you want it, it's all yours.
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[ he's really mad guess who just found out about that stupid ruby from one of his pups. ]
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Ah-?
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[The video catches the under part of his throat. Head whirling about on a spine that seems boneless, sinking his shades back into the thick of it. Little light for all of his troubles, the faint glow from the video-feed igniting him in artificial blues that shift. Threatening gray and back again.]
Why? That's a stupid question. [Humbled surprise gone and his smile stays closed. Curved and coiled with smarmy intentions, making eyebrows curve up to the beat. Dip to caress the frames of his shades and the Sin slowly peels his hands away from the surface.]
The name is Greed, or did you not get that the first time?
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Those two have no reason to want to take that but this thing apparently caught the attention of a few people.
You're telling me there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about that rock in terms of you wanting it?
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[Well, it had been odd. As if the stone itself was ringing out; tuning to his more sinister core and finding the same pulse. Making that fever rise and he remembers. The parched feeling at his jaws, the throbbing in his skull.]
[Greed tosses both hands out, backs of his palms facing the floor.] Eh- I guess you could say it was a little strange. But then again, anything is possible.
Why do you want to know?
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[ and he doesn't think this information is going to save them but it'll do a lot for him in terms of knowing where he needs to stand and how. ]
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[Responsibility is a funny thing and so is the idea of possessing. Something, someone to claim ownership of and Greed's expression turns a bit sour. He hasn't missed the public display of violence nor does he find any sort of solace in it.]
[So his tone shifts; matching the eyes that glare back at him through the feed, expecting answers.]
No - it wasn't normal. But my avarice tends to run a bit deeper than most.
[Attentions drawing away and Greed juts out his chin. Turns in the direction of a window present. Holding with that silence for a moment before lacing his heels together with one solid thud.]
Nothing much seems in our control, friend. But hey - I've always been a fan of the underdog. [The slightest lift of a grin, as if the venom between is quickly draining and maybe, just maybe, they'll see eye to eye after all.]
So - what's your plan? Not like you can barge in there and take what was stolen.
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[ he's used to it, but not quite at this level and never has there been a situation where it literally is impossible to get at this guy. the feeling of helplessness is maddening, but hijikata can't dwell for long. ]
I don't know yet. But, nothing is absolute—it just needs to be reassessed. If something goes in or it goes out of it, it's a flaw that can be exploited.
[ the problem is there isn't any time and no one here seems to have a clue to work off of. in fact, in really could very well be too late this time around. he can't think about that, though, even though he's not holding out any promises to himself that he's going to get them before it's their turn. ]
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[Rebel to rebel and authority never sat well with the cardinal Sin in question. Always to bite back against the chains that held him and in the end, COMPASS is just the same. Change of face, but still a similar flavor. It's just packaged a bit differently.]
That's right - [That smile widens and those teeth show. Two-fingers to bounce off his temple and Greed peels away from the wood-face of his project. Moving as he falls over the shelf of his hips.] - there's no such thing as no such thing.
[Still, there's a problem and that problem is time. Mortal lot hanging on the thread and not a lot of cards to play.]
[The Sin opens up his hand - swings it around, nails to scratch the dark.] It's called equivalent exchange back where I'm come from. Something given in order to receive - least, that's what the good ol'boys back in Central always claimed.
[Though it was the truth - everything for a price and Greed pauses. Stops with a clack of the heel.]
There's a key to every door, friend. We just need to find the right one - don't you think?
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[ 'we' being carefully noted since this conversation definitely didn't start with such, not even from greed's mouth. so now, it looks like a slight change that might very well be worth entertaining. ]
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[He's on the move, though. Attentions brought back to the present and the noise of his walk clacks true on the other side of the line. Darker places left to his back and he stops just once in the frame of a door.]
What's your name, anyway?
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Wouldn't happen to know anything about alchemy, would you?
[Said as he leaves the wood-work of a door, foot-falls finding a vacant hall and his pace is drawling. Time taken as his shoulders slouch just slightly.]
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Afraid I don't.
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[It'll prove more difficult, then. No talent to the art himself, just made from it and Greed starts up a stairwell. Passing along the curve as the top opens up and he's heading in the direction of an exit.]
That's too bad. The one I knew up and disappeared, so it looks like we'll have to try something else.
[Doesn't mean it's out of reach, though.]
Know them pretty well, don't you. Must be pretty important to come to me.
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[ he's quiet a moment then before he's starting to walk himself, away from the quad because apparently there's nothing worth stalling and hoping for here. his voice is a little quieter when he responds.
pretty important? understatement. ]
They are.
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[Meaning a key to the lock. There's always some way of opening a door and he's seen it done on more than one occasion. Reversing the current and pulling it wide open. Prying where latches would otherwise hold and he knows of a few with the talent. But they aren't here now and he'll have to resort to other means.]
[The Sin pauses at the top of the stairs. Balls of his feet pushed forward and it's like he's had his own power cut. The slide of his eyes the only thing given him away, making his eyebrows move in unison to that admission. Spilling it out in a confessional damned and Greed slowly lets the shelf of his boot hit the surface.]
[Because doesn't he know the importance; of things that don't come back at the edge of the knife plunged. After the bullets have stopped smoldering and he jerks his gaze away. Watches the still of the next hallway, his frown holding.]
[But he waves it away. Hand tossing, finger by finger out and he slips towards his destination.]
Don't do anything too brash, hmn? You'll end up losing more, in the end.
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[ he says it quietly, distant almost as if telling himself a reminder or two and in a way it is if only because 'losing more in the end'... in the end, didn't he lose everything, anyway? Everything, everyone, this place and their faces here as they are are all he has left to hold onto.
how is he supposed to look at that in any way rational? ]
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[For a second, he's quiet. Pace of his slowly down, the slightest bit of a sigh escaping. As if it's entirely a bother and one eye opens. The other closing shut.]
Willing to do that for them? Not that entirely I blame you, but it's not like that'll help 'em in the end, right? Don't let that emotional control you, friend. No use to anyone dead.
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[ shit shit shit. because he has to take things into account here that people who die don't stay dead which means it doesn't just end. he doesn't think of that in a hopeful way, but he does think of it in the sense that he probably needs to reevaluate getting himself killed and failing to help them, them getting killed and then for some reason him not around to maybe stop something like it happening again.
hijikata sighs himself before glancing up before finally stopping... because well. ]
Seems like I don't even know where the hell I'm going here.
[ for more than one reason, but the biggest one would be he can't really remember the layout of the campus and where who and what are at this moment. so... he's going to wait here, plenty far enough away from the spectacle at the center of campus, at least. ]
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[And he doesn't like the idea; the idea of being held back, of living without choice. Because if there's one thing he's stolen, it's that. The ability to pick the direction of his would-be path, the right to follow that too-rotten core of his and in the end, all that he ever wanted was - ]
[Greed turns his attention back to the feed. To the down-ridden look that quickly replaces ill tempers. Narrow eyes to sag, defeat already hanging in the balance and he unfurls his fingers. One by one, elongated and lengthy.]
Oi, oi, oi - kids like you shouldn't give up so easily. That's not what I was implying. [No - what he was implying was far more. Firecrackers to the proverbial cake walk and he's always had a flair for the dramatics. Though, he usually played under the table, out of watchful eyes. Proverbial king of the underworld and he wore the title with a sense of pride.]
[Still, it's troublesome. Words turning to action and as he moves from one hallway to the next, there's that faint glow. The shifting voids letting in their own colors. Washed out as they flutter past, like artificial flame to the canvas - sickening, blue electric.]
Remember what I said before: [A bit of a grin, slicing up one side of his jaw and Greed tips his head just so. Bone to the dog underwater, to drag him back from the depths.]
- there's no such thing as no such thing. And there's always a possibility, hmn?
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[ how long has he been saying that himself, anyway, to start losing sight of it? maybe one too many failures are starting to weight from back home. he's not sure, but the point is, greed's right and he can't anything stop him but the fact of it end up being truly and absolutely impossible.
so, it's a good enough bone, certainly, to tug this dog away from a place it can't swim out from on its own. ]
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Seems to me you've got a choice, then. What do you plan to do with it?
[He hooks his ankles outside of the feed, but they bounce with a resounding thud and the Sin's skull lulls back. Allowing a look at those eyes through the dips of his shades and he waits. A drum of one finger follows the other.]
Y'know, you could always just ask. But I think you're smart enough to know that I don't do anything for free.
Voicemail.
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[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?
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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.
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[Greed takes a moment to rub the back of his neck. No - he wasn't exactly in Kamui's court, but that doesn't mean he isn't sorry. For the loss, at any rate.] - sorry, kid. Wish I had some better news for you.
[Truth be told, he's never understood that idea: destiny, decided, fate. He's always made claims to the contrary, pulling and tugging to cut all the strings: to be able to chose.]
[The Sin lets his hand fall and his bracelets jingle on the other side of the line.] Why don't you and I check out what's going on in town. Might as well see if we can find anything worth the time.
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[ Kamui will win. Humanity will die. Destiny will carry out just as it always has and will. ]
If that is what you wish to do, I will accompany you.
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[Maybe it's the part of him that still tries at human and his smile is slow and obvious. His silence telling as his snaps his fingers lazily on the other side of the line.]
Nothing's impossible, Nataku. Remember what I told you.
[Heels shift and he's rolling out. Following the long-line of wood he's got in his collection.] Feel free. Otherwise, I have something else you could do for me.
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And he lets the point go of what is and is not impossible. ]
Something else? What?
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[Basically: he's not interested in having anyone knocking around his intel without a little bit first. And a proposal's no good if he can't keep it between good ol'chums.]
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I will wait for your orders, then.
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Eh- hold on.
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[He says, with an air of direction. Waving blinding at the air.]
Need you to do something like for me. Think you've got it in you?
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Wood, nails. Liquor. Anything worth our time.
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[Scratching at the base of his skull, the slow motion swing of his head.] - equivalent exchange. No, that hasn't really changed.
See what they want. If it's too high, don't bother.
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I will do as you ask.
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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?
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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.
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[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.
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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?
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It won't work to make himself appear as pathetic as possible for sympathy. That is the way the he works to get out of trouble. Look at me. Look. Look how broken I am. Look at how incompetent I am. Look at my madness. I cannot be blamed. I CANNOT be blamed. Yaha sees enough of himself to be able to know that little piece of the reality that others see. The reality that he wraps himself in like a shield.
But the shield that Greed wears is one that knows these little truths and rebuffs them. Still, he makes his voice soft, his tone submissive and head remains low as he responds. ]
Stealing is not allowed. [ The elf repeats like a disobedient child who has been found trying to take cookies before dinner. ] I just ... I came to a thought... a little thought that I choked upon. Very few people will be able to keep me from tearing the flesh off others ... either out of anger or joy. It will happen.
I am just lucky that COMPASS torments people more than I could ever hope to torment. People forget what I do because we have a greater enemy, but ... maybe ... they will defeat them and then they shall descend upon me like wolves. [ ... ] I thought of my future and thought of how beautiful it would be to have my body scattered across the battlefiled... staining everything red.
It would prove to them that good does indeed triumph over evil. [ His tone changes then to a sardonic one. ] Not that you believe in such concepts. But I do. They do. They choke on them just as I choke on them. I did nothing, but something will be done. I can feel it building in the back of my head.
I work for you... and the fear and love and hate I have for you keeps me calm... but when you are not around, what will become of me? [ The whimpering dog reappears. ] I must find someone to be able to hold onto this madness. Hold onto it until the time comes when the wolves will eat my body. When the time is right. When they need that truth in their bloodied hands.
I will not make the battle easy for them... and they will be all the better for it. [ ... ] Well, what do you think of my beautiful plan?
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[Wrath was a feeling he didn't experience much. It still isn't. But at even the threat of having something taken from him, instincts reacted. A bottle of acid sitting on the shelf, out of sight and out of mind. Until someone foolish enough came around and knocked it clear off.]
[Then splat, crash, sizzle: it's over.]
Eh- [Greed's voice is close, his sigh dramatic. His nails scritch at the base of his hairline and glass taps glass on the other side of the line. Chiming, like a crude bell, and there's a rush, a gurgle of liquid.] Don't get me wrong, friend. Just not the smartest thing you've said to me. Pretty stupid, actually.
[The bottle's sat down with a heavy thunk and Greed takes his time swirling ice in a glass, though even that's watered down with the heat. It rattles, swirling as he pitches his wrist counter-clockwise. Then clockwise. And back again.] As long as you don't try it, I don't care what you do. But don't play bullshit with me, Yaha - after all, I've been nothing with honest with you.
[Another slosh and teeth crunch loudly at ice. Splinters, shatters and cracks and Greed's smile is audible again. Charming with all the flare Hell had to offer.] Don't try to be the martyr - doesn't suit you.
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It doesn't suit me. I'm much better the aggressor than one who would lie down for anyone, right? [ ... ] I thought of what someone said to me. His name was Julian... he is now gone. He told me to forget about all the people who abandoned me and try to move on.
But how can you do that? How can you forget about your family, your race, your friends, your fathers? How can you hate them and leave those memories behind? What would you be left as? [ The elf lets out a soft sigh. He hates this mood. He would rather be drinking blood and laughing at how pale the person is rather than this. ]
I'm feeling sorry for myself and I'm not sure why.
Say... do you have someone that you want dead?
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[His grin turns to something else. Letting part of his jaws open, as if what Yaha says hits a chord. The last strum of a girl's guitar.]
None of those matter much to me, or didn't you get that? [Fathers, race, family. But friends are a different matter - friends. Greed's not sure he still believes what he told Ling in his final moments and he licks his lips, draws in a breath. What comes next is an awful sort of laugh. Curdling in his throat, hissing through his teeth.] Don't mistake me for someone else, Yaha. I'm just not that kind of guy.
[Greed clicks his teeth shut and forces a smile. There are some things better left unsaid and this is one of them.] Choice - [The Sin states as his fingers unfurl from his glass with an audible series of clicks.] - it seems to me that's what you're really asking. Whether to leave it all behind or actually go after what you really want.
[But the homunculus isn't one for serious conversation. So he shrugs, tosses the glass up with a thud, and tosses both hands out on the other side of the line.] I think you know the answer to that - I'm just not interested.
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... your choice would be that I go after what I really want. But we both know that it wouldn't make me happy.
[ A loud sigh. He shakes his head from side to side. ] One day, I hope you will make use of the violence inside of me.
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[Greed pulls away, clacking both heels solidly to the floor. They could do this for hours: argue the rights and wrongs. The what and what-if(s). Whether he's good or bad or both. The Sin doesn't really give a damn either way.]
Maybe. Like I said before this whole thing happened - if you need to, I'm built a bit stronger than the rest. [The homunculus' voice is like vinegar to milk. Curdling the substance, making it thick.]
What you want - everyone wants something, Yaha. Whether or not that makes them happy? [Greed shrugs. This kind of conversation isn't for him and his eyes snapped shut.] I guess it's up to them, isn't it?
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[ So dismissive. Greed is just as difficult as he can be. ]
I want to be loved completely and obsessively. I want to be able to love the same and know that I will not destroy the person who I have targeted. [ ... ] But even if I adore and worship some of the men here, they are weak. They would not be capable of handling my madness. They would shatter under the pressure and ... the events which I try to keep for escalating will escalate. Blood will rain down upon the ground and stain my hands as I try to find a quiet place in my own head.
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Maybe not, but it's not like you're giving any a choice, are you? [The Sin bounces his heel, taps forward.] And the mortal lot may be weak, but sometimes they can surprise you.
[He leaves his ill-gotten liquor behind. Trailing away from a desk that would have served for a bar-top, to wander out. Into the hallway, where the usual quiet has been replaced with the humid-buzz of the mid-tropics. Greed flicks a match, pauses, then shakes it out.]
I guess you have to make a choice then, hmn? It's always better to take a deal, Yaha. Equivalent exchange - remember? Eh - [He can beat the horse all he wants, but in the end?]
[It'll still be dead.]
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[ ... ] You really believe in them, don't you?
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Ha - ! [Greed slaps his thigh, briefly.] You're starting to sound more like them - thinking they were so much better. Sure, built tougher, but it's not like it helped 'em any.
[He presses his lips together, narrows his eyes with a vibration in his throat.] You don't?
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[ He lets out a soft sigh. ]
I know there are some that are exemplary, but they are so few and far between. I lived through a rather awful war, Greed. I watched what humans could become at their worst. And when it was over, when the land and society was revived, they acted like it didn't happen. They acted like they had no choice and that... that is just the way things were and held no remorse in their hearts.
They were worse than what I am.
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[Maybe it's his age, maybe it's the fact that he's seen wars, too. But they had been calculated in advance. Pawn after pawn pushed forward to make for calamity. He had been part of it once - the grand plan. And after a century or so, it had just grown stale.]
That's the one thing you have in common - what's right, what's wrong. You're so quick to get righteous, Yaha. Ever think for a second that that may be your problem?
[The Sin moves two clicks forward, one heel back. From the recording, there's crickets. Birds. Creatures rustling in the thick of it. As if they're just as lost, just as clueless, as it what to do next.] Of course, the mortal lot are - it's not like they have a lot of time. What do you expect? Eh- [The Sin sighs. Full of dramatics and it's all-too-clear the rolling of the eyes.] - it's not like they're about to change, but they aren't all so bad, y'know.
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How is that my problem? Humans force us to live in their worlds and live by their laws. Yet if we turn the same eye upon them, they act otherwise.
[ There is scurrying in the background. His children giggling as they go. He pauses to turn towards them before sighing soft. The worry he has for them tears at his heart. Poor mad darlings. ]
No. There are some worth keeping. But only some. The rest should be flayed and fed to those far sweeter and kinder than they could ever hope to be.
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[His tone is dry, his pitch low. It's as if he's speaking with a lazy-haze, one similar to someone just woken up from a particularly-long nap. Yaha's dauntless in his efforts, venomous when struck, and Greed shuts one eye on the other side of the feed. Had it been a video, there would have been one long cock-slanted smile. A knowing sort of gesture, as if he had heard the rant before in the two-centuries he has under his belt.]
[As it stands, it's just mild silence on the western front.] Most won't understand - as much as they may say otherwise. The mortal-lot likes what's at the surface. They don't really want to know what the underworld has in store, what's really going on until it's too late. But that's not their fault and you certainly can't blame 'em.
And who am I to judge? [A match sparks, spitting fire on the feed as a rush of air meets for an ignition point.] Seems to me you're already set on that idea, but I'll tell you this, Yaha:
I've always been a bit of a fan of the underdog.
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[ The elf breathes in and out a few times. He pushes back his hair as he finds his calm. All that venom has nowhere to go. Swallowing thickly, he finds the red flickering just outside his vision fading until everything is as it should be. ]
I do wonder if one has the capability of saving me. But you would rather we save ourselves, right?
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Save yourselves? No, not really. Like I just said: I'm always a fan of the underdog, Yaha.
What is it you really want from me here?
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[ Then he won't have to take responsibility for himself. ]