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ossifragant) wrote2014-11-28 12:31 am
ossifragant) wrote2014-11-28 12:31 am
011 Things Acquired - [action; FOURTH WALL]
[This time, when the shift happens, Greed is prepared. It's been six months, and it's finally hit him that given how long he spent locked away in a prison with no exit, it shouldn't feel like he's been here a long time-- what that really means is it's been seven months since he broke free of Dante's grasp, and that is a big deal no matter how he looks at it. And yet it does feel like a long time, precisely because it's been half a year without Dante.
He's too proud of himself, like he had been upon first finding himself in the region.
Yesterday, the snow had bothered him because of how cold it was. Today, now that he can't quite feel the coldness of the snow, it's more entertaining than anything else. Maybe in a few days there will be enough snow for him to cause problems with. It's a little unfortunate there isn't enough snow on the ground for him to do anything with it now, but he'll deal with it.
As it is, shifting his hand (his entire body, really) into its carbon-black form is something he's missed.
Terrorizing an entire city would be pretty damn easy to do at the moment, but Greed is going to restrain himself, poorly. Prowling around and generally looking like he's up to something makes him look like the least subtle cat possible isn't something Greed is going to get away with for long. Maybe he'll be able to find someone he recognizes before one of the locals who haven't been horribly glitched some to ask him what the hell he's doing.
Or, more likely, he'll get bored halfway through whatever he's currently doing in favor of paying a visit to his favorite cafe.]
He's too proud of himself, like he had been upon first finding himself in the region.
Yesterday, the snow had bothered him because of how cold it was. Today, now that he can't quite feel the coldness of the snow, it's more entertaining than anything else. Maybe in a few days there will be enough snow for him to cause problems with. It's a little unfortunate there isn't enough snow on the ground for him to do anything with it now, but he'll deal with it.
As it is, shifting his hand (his entire body, really) into its carbon-black form is something he's missed.
Terrorizing an entire city would be pretty damn easy to do at the moment, but Greed is going to restrain himself, poorly. Prowling around and generally looking like he's up to something makes him look like the least subtle cat possible isn't something Greed is going to get away with for long. Maybe he'll be able to find someone he recognizes before one of the locals who haven't been horribly glitched some to ask him what the hell he's doing.
Or, more likely, he'll get bored halfway through whatever he's currently doing in favor of paying a visit to his favorite cafe.]
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‘It’s been a while’? You DIED. You left me with Al in the forest and you went off to DIE.
[And I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Damn it, Greed, why do you have to make her so glad to see you?]
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He's certainly heard of plenty of people coming here after their deaths, but the idea of it happening to him... honestly, Greed would rather it not happen. He doesn't know what he'd do or how he would react.
It's a very, very bitter feeling.]
Forgive my selfishness. I didn't want you to see it.
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There’s nothing to forgive, damn it. But I could’ve HELPED. I could’ve...
[Done something. She died, anyway, in the end. The least she could’ve done was... be there with him, when he died. Faced whatever it was he went off to face alongside him.]
I should’ve been there with you.
[Her voice is very small.]
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It's not the same thing, it's not even close to the same thing. Martel would have been frightened, probably horrified by it.]
You would have tried to stop it.
[But it's hard to say, when Greed doesn't know what happened.]
I'm sorry.
[He doesn't say it often, but he means it when he does.]
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[It was HIM. How could she not? It didn’t matter what happened, how it happened. She would have tried to stop it. No matter the cost.
And then he apologises. He doesn’t say it often – she KNOWS he doesn’t – so if he’s saying it now... he means it. And it takes the wind out of the rest of her anger. She doesn’t know how long she’s going to be here, how long they will have to spend together.
Spending whatever time they do have angry at him isn’t the way she wants to spend it. So she exhales, and scrubs a hand through her short hair.]
It’s good to see you.
[She means it. She means it more than he could ever know.]
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Admitting that before arriving in this place, he had wanted to die is such a terrible thing. Especially because it isn't true any longer. Greed's alive here, in ways he was never capable of being in Amestris. And that-- that means something.
It means something special.]
I've missed you, Martel.
Apparently it did not actually post this tag.
[Martel pauses.]
Can you explain something to me?
What the hell is this place?
[She waves a hand at their surroundings, specifically a bright pink snake that has been following her practically since she arrived.]
What’s with... them?
[Animals in Amestris aren’t quite so... technicolour.]
no worries!
It's called Johto. Pretty nice place. Or it is when it's not winter. Right now it's just damn gold and gray.
[Which is probably a sign that something is up. Though Greed hadn't exactly been around long enough for Martel to hear him complain about the cold, he'd been completely oblivious to the weather except for when it rained.]
Ah, that's a Pokemon. They're a bit different from normal animals. Understand speech and all that. Pretty special critters when you get down to it.