ossifragant: (⊗ my bet i'll sleep well tonight)
[He's had this song and dance happen before, several times now. It's the same thing every time-- a few days of normalcy before he goes back to being human, and then he's back to no access to his abilities for another six months. It's irritating; he's not sure how to handle it, but Greed's been here for long enough it doesn't really matter, not exactly.

At least he's having a fun time.

Greed's not interested in causing chaos where people can get hurt, but that hasn't stopped him from deciding to play a game of punch-the-tree with a powerfully clawed hand.

Look, he's just really missed his Ultimate Shield. It doesn't actually hurt him, but all of the Pidgeys nearby have flown away from the wild man with the fist made out of iron.]
ossifragant: (θ where will you run)
[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.]
ossifragant: (Φ waiting for our ship to come)
[He's suddenly, horrifyingly aware that something is terribly wrong with his body.

What... what's going on? He breathes in through his nose, and he can tell immediately that he doesn't need to breathe in air by the way his chest doesn't quite give in a natural way.

Has he... has he gone back to being a Homunculus proper?

Dammit, he had been so close to being happy here. So close to finding humanity normal, and now he's back to square one.

Greed rushes to the peer, watching the ocean with a mix of forlornness and anger. And then he jumps off the edge, like any psychology unstable normal person might do when they want to test something out.

He doesn't let himself sink far. He's aware almost immediately that he still doesn't need to breathe, even under the waves. There's only the stillness of the water and his own anxiety for maybe two minutes before instinct that he must have learned from newfound (newly lost?) humanity kicks in and he quickly resurfaces, climbing back onto the flooring, his legs dangling off the edge of the pier.

Greed doesn't try to test his Ultimate Shield. He's not sure he wants to.

Maybe he should get inside before someone notices him dripping wet (and the fact that his hair is far too perfect for someone who just jumped into the ocean) but he's too morbidly fascinated with his own lack of a heartbeat.]

((ooc: general catch-all fourth wall post. Feel free to set your thread after Greed stops being an idiot if you'd like.))

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