[The video feed opens to show an extremely annoyed and bored looking guy with golden hair and golden eyes -- and whatever that weird metal thing under his chin is. Ever heard of automail, anyone? And who needs manners? He's just sitting on a table in his so called own apartment
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Just look what the cat dragged in. [His voice is quivering with absolute delight. He hadn't expected someone from his turf to come barreling in. But here they were and what do you know, it's the Fullmetal himself. Greed has a laugh, a loud obnoxious one. He's slapping something, probably a knee.] Didn't think I would see you so soon - [There's static shuffling about before the audio switches straight to video.]
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[As per usual, Greed's in his bar. He's not up working the counter, but he's somewhere in the 'Nest that's nice and dark. He's set the communicator down on a set of old crates that have far outlived their intentions. Greed shrugs on his vest, slips his arms through with purpose. Because Ed and he have had history - he knows the guy well enough that he's eager to actually get out of the bar. His expression is all teeth, devilish with his intentions.]
[He's still laughing though because this is an absolute riot. What does the Doctor want, an encore of the Promised Day?] If you're here, that means one of two things - you either won, or you lost. [A light flickers above him, buzzes and blinks. He's in shadow for a few seconds, then he's back. Greed flicks his collar forward, cants his head back and runs parched fingers up his throat. The tips sink at the back of his hair line.]
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...Okay, wait. He actually knows your voice and he could almost be glad to hear it....But you know, playing with those lights may not have been the best idea. That face - yeah Ed remembers it. He just doesn't have good memories of it. Kidnapping Al and saying those things to enrage Ed? Not cool.
So he's friends with that second you who looks different and he'll get over this, but... Just deal with it for now.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[Have an annoyed face because someone is clearly resisting the urge to hit his automail straight to the device's so called face. And his question is stupid, Ed knows it. No one knows why they're here.
...Oh right, he had another question too!]
And what the fuck are you talking about?!
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[Well, not small anymore. Greed remembers. He remembers the change from the brat he met in Dublith to the man he fought along side back at Ground Zero. He tilts his head, gazes up at the light for a second. The round glass of his sunglasses go opaque.] I didn't exactly ask to be brought here, if that's what you're thinking. Just kind of happened. Maybe the good ol'Doc wanted some old fashioned fun. [He doubts it, though. Otherwise, she would have left him in tact.]
[Greed swivels, turns his shoulders and his body. He's at an impressive angle.] What am I talking about? I'm talking about the Promised Day, the last big-blow out. I'm talking about what happened to good ol'Daddy sir. Did you take my opening? Did you make it count? If I died for nothing ( ... )
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Oi! You said you've been here before. Where is this place?
Nice... arm. By the way.
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[Errrrrrrr... Another mech freak? Or just someone who decided to say something about it?] Thanks, I guess.
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You know that sounds stupid, right?
[But back to the matter of your arm.] I've never seen a prosthetic like that before.
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You better just believe it sooner or later.
[...Oh great, he really is another mech freak then?] Oh? They're everywhere in my world.
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