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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.]
wow this is fucking late as hell
[He'll take whatever he can get. And take, take, he would.] - though how you say it, it sounds like you got the worst end of the deal. Being human before - [It's a bit of a connect the dots and a shot in the dark, but all arrows say he's on the right track. Least, he hopes so. Greed takes a step back, crawling in a rewind up a stool. He hunches over like a carrion bird on a stone; one leg extends to the floor, the other notches into one of the runs. And the ice-smooth scotch rests between them, hovering on a tilt against the round of his seat.] But slowed you down? What, you weren't what you used to be here?
[Greed pauses, though. When the bomb's dropped and his eyes shut, his grin cracks. Moving to slide up one jaw as his index taps against the side of the glass.] Equivalent exchange, then. I guess it wouldn't hurt - it's not like I'm going anywhere after this.
I'm the third - [Greed splays out his other hand, showing off his tattoo inked in red.] - for a little while, good ol'Pops had only us. Then the rest came. I don't really care how. I left about a hundred years before - [He flicks a glance to his scotch, sending it spinning with a slow-turn of the wrist.] - that's not really too different from you.
But I've died twice now. And not the kind we usually come back from.
no problem!
[It's not like he can really deny what he is. Greed stretches out his arms, looking from his bar to his counterpart.]
This place runs on a slow pace. I can't exactly go around acting like how I used to. It's just now how this place is. ...Well, most of the time, anyway.
[He's seen enough to know the place doesn't always make things easy for people, but that's not important right now. His counterpart's comment is more important. It makes him raise his brows. That certainly sounds like a hell of a story.]
Died twice? You're gonna have to explain that one. There's only so many ways to kill a homunculus.
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[A knowing kind of smile touches him and it is easier to read, given his company is himself. The expression is forced, curbed. As he tips his chin downward and Greed holds his glass out at this side. The sweat near the lip slides down one of his fingers with a prolonged stretch.] Not too many, but good ol'Pops knew what he was doing. I told him I wasn't going to work for him a second time. He didn't like the answer.
[Hot, boiling. The smell of it is something one doesn't forget. Greed's teeth clack together violently.] Boiled alive. Not exactly the way I thought I'd go out, but I didn't really have a choice.
[But when the words leave his mouth, it's the second death that really matters. Greed shrugs his shoulders, taking from the scotch in a healthy sip. His tongue feels dry, his throat more so. How long has it been, he doesn't know. Hours, days, years, centuries. It doesn't matter in the long run - once this trip is over, it'll be back to nothing.]
[And nothing is one word he just can't stand.] The other one's a little more complicated, but I was sharing a body with someone else. Figured it was better to leave him out of that business. Ha - ! [There's something genuine about his laugh; as a bark escapes him, cruel and naked.] To think, I did it for that little pissant.
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...ah, it's not that important. Not something he's really willing to discuss, not really.]
Sounds like neither of them hold back when it comes to their punishments. Guess I'm not surprised. If you're trying to accomplish goals, you can't exactly keep people who don't want anything to do with you around.
[He sounds pleased at the idea of his other self going down that same path. It's arrogance, almost certainly, but frankly he doesn't give a damn.
but that-- that explanation of his second death makes Greed pause, makes him remember something that happened the last time the world started getting screwy.]
Was he a kid? Dark hair, wore his bangs over his face?
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[The glass hits the bar with a fateful knock and Greed pauses. His fingers hover at the side of the glass and his head jerks up slowly.] Eh-? [For a moment, that sound holds out. Then a smile splits his face and he snaps his thumb, sending a cocked-gun motion to his counterpart.] You got it. Gunna guess you've met him before - that right?
Kid wanted to be emperor. Wouldn't be surprised if that's where he is now. [His chin dips, causing a forced smile to spread across his face. He doesn't need to say the rest - it's history. Long buried if they took the opportunity.]
[And for all purposes, he doesn't doubt that they did.]
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[Though, actually, he had been willing to work for her for a time. He doesn't say anything about that, though, stretching out his fingers individually.
He's silent for a moment. It's been a long time. It's still a little hard to believe, and just as surreal as it was all those months ago, when it first happened.]
He showed up some months ago, or, well, you showed up some months ago and we had a brief chat. Hard to remember what we talked about, now.
[Hearing about the kid, though, ah...
Really, Greed looks pleased.]
Sounds like he and I would get along. I'm not surprised you found common ground with him.