➥ Backdated to the Beginning of August (Pre-Ritual Shenanigans)
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cultmirror[His message comes in a sensation of smoke. Of the tension of it, drawn hard behind the points of his teeth, barely caged. Yet, where there should be (where there's always been) a heat that follows, here? Here, it's the opposite. The coldness of him, a distance built sturdy, firm, and unyielding.]
[Greed fans his fingers along his mask, biting his claws into its slats of steel. And as it shifts, as he tightens it across his jaw, the sound that tickles the Murmur is shallow one. Like a butcher's set in hooks, trilling along the ceiling.]
Gunna keep it short. In a few days, we'll be holding something, here at the 'Nest. Suppose you could call it a meeting of sorts. [The Sin slouches, plucking the still-burning thumb of a cigar out from the belly of a glass.] For anyone who thinks it's about time the old hag running the place could learn a thing or two.
[A lick of bitterness creeps from his side (harsh, shrill), and the Sin flicks his wrist, sending a thick wad of ash skittering across the floor.] For the rest, well. [He shifts, locking his ankles together.] Better you know what you'll be dealing with, if only to keep yourselves out of it. No point playing hero against something you don't know anything about, hmn?
[The Sin wraps his hands around his thighs and while his heels skip sparks, he lifts himself to a stand.] In exchange, there'll be enough food and drink to make it worth your time. [He slurs, and his smile forces itself into focus. A defiance, lit in sulfur.] If you aren't tethered with me already, find someone who is, would you? Only gunna do this once.
Ah, right. There's some new ones, aren't there? [His hand jerks, forcing his fingers to snap open like a sprung-clapped trap.] The name's Greed.
[Normally, this would be the time where he'd say it's a pleasure. That it's all his, and no one else. But this isn't going to be a pleasant conversation. Not in the least. And certainly not with what he's been planning, what he's been building towards, all these long, tiring months. Because now? Oh.]
[Now, is the time the devil gets his just dues.]
[Greed fans his fingers along his mask, biting his claws into its slats of steel. And as it shifts, as he tightens it across his jaw, the sound that tickles the Murmur is shallow one. Like a butcher's set in hooks, trilling along the ceiling.]
Gunna keep it short. In a few days, we'll be holding something, here at the 'Nest. Suppose you could call it a meeting of sorts. [The Sin slouches, plucking the still-burning thumb of a cigar out from the belly of a glass.] For anyone who thinks it's about time the old hag running the place could learn a thing or two.
[A lick of bitterness creeps from his side (harsh, shrill), and the Sin flicks his wrist, sending a thick wad of ash skittering across the floor.] For the rest, well. [He shifts, locking his ankles together.] Better you know what you'll be dealing with, if only to keep yourselves out of it. No point playing hero against something you don't know anything about, hmn?
[The Sin wraps his hands around his thighs and while his heels skip sparks, he lifts himself to a stand.] In exchange, there'll be enough food and drink to make it worth your time. [He slurs, and his smile forces itself into focus. A defiance, lit in sulfur.] If you aren't tethered with me already, find someone who is, would you? Only gunna do this once.
Ah, right. There's some new ones, aren't there? [His hand jerks, forcing his fingers to snap open like a sprung-clapped trap.] The name's Greed.
[Normally, this would be the time where he'd say it's a pleasure. That it's all his, and no one else. But this isn't going to be a pleasant conversation. Not in the least. And certainly not with what he's been planning, what he's been building towards, all these long, tiring months. Because now? Oh.]
[Now, is the time the devil gets his just dues.]