ossifragant: (∅ after my shame)
[For a very long moment, Greed stares blearily at the camera.

He doesn't speak, just wraps a fuzzy blanket around his shoulders and looks like he's fuming.]


You know what I really don't like?

Falling asleep for more than a month and waking up to it snowing.

When the hell is it going to be spring again?!
ossifragant: what are we saving for (Φ we do our time like pennies in a jar)
[It's been several months since Greed last posted to the network. He's actually not on camera when the feed turns on, instead a very concerned Feraligatr is holding the 'Gear, setting the camera down carefully on a couch.]

That's fine, Bido.

[Greed sounds... tense, but not terribly concerned.]

So, I know this is nothing new at this point, but those weird looking hybrids that have been running around? Clearly diseased or something. I'd be holding the gear myself, but, well...

[And as if on cue, Bido twists the camera around so Greed comes into view-- he's transparent in places, looks like his legs have somehow vanished altogether, and with the red splotches on his face, he, well...

Looks a little too much like a Yamask for comfort.]


This is goddamn creepy.
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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