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nestingdevil) wrote2013-08-29 06:10 am
nestingdevil) wrote2013-08-29 06:10 am
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[He's not going to even try at the name.]
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.]
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.]
[ that's ok he'll forgive the lack of effort. hijikata is looking away, back towards heisuke in particular before looking back to the watch face. ]
Afraid I don't.
Afraid I don't.
Tsk.
[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.
[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.
What were you thinking with it?
[ 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.
[ 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.
A solution to our little problem.
[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.
[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? ]
[ 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.
[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.
...You're right.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[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?
[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!!
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!!
Eh-
[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.
[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.
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?
[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?
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.
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.
Eh-
[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.
[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.
This is not your fault, but I ... appreciate trying to "cheer me up."
[ 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.
[ 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.
[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.
[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.
[ ...
And he lets the point go of what is and is not impossible. ]
Something else? What?
And he lets the point go of what is and is not impossible. ]
Something else? What?
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.]
[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.]
I understand.
I will wait for your orders, then.
I will wait for your orders, then.
[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.]
Eh- hold on.
Eh- hold on.
You've noticed people using the network lately? To gather things.
[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?
[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?
What information do you want me to gather?
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.]
Wood, nails. Liquor. Anything worth our time.
Wood, nails. Liquor. Anything worth our time.
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