♠ SECOND || ➥ VIDEO
[There's a flicker and the video starts. Greed's behind the counter of the 'Nest and the camera is set on what appears to be a pool table. It's midday, so the joint is empty.]
[He's all smiles, hands placed atop of his bar.] It's that day, folks. Maybe some of you know, maybe some of you don't. But I promised to deliver and I don't count myself a liar. A few you have asked, so let me show you.
[Greed vanishes behind the bar and comes back with a shotgun. It's double-barreled, sleek. He puts the butt of it against his hip and runs his eyes up and down it from behind his sunglasses. The smile he has is one that could kill. Teeth and that raw need are clear on his expression.] Let me tell you in case you don't know - this? I believe humans call it a shotgun. Whatever you call it, it packs a punch. Big boom, for the little ones watching. Though now would probably be a good time to send the kiddies to bed, you parents out there. Not into destroying families.
[He flicks his shades off, showing horrible purple eyes and slits. Places them on the prep-station behind him.]
Also, gals - the faint of heart? Go on and do something else.
[The jukebox is going - for those from Earth, they'll know the song depending on what era they're from. Bad Moon Rising is the back drop to the feed. The sound fills the establishment, but it's distant.]
[Greed saunters from out behind the bar top, shotgun still firmly stilled on his hip. When he's close enough to the feed, he stops. A loud click and the gun is open, two barrels packed full.] I've got two to make this count, so don't turn away folks. We're just getting to the good part.
[He's so nonchalant about it - he shoves the shotgun barrel-end under his chin. Shifts the trigger so it's nestled in both his hands. His head is forced back.] Last warning.
[Greed's grin couldn't be wider and his eyes couldn't be more dilated. He laughs and it's sick; seems to roll right out of him.] Ready?
One, two -
[The shotgun goes off and there is nothing but blood. Well. Blood, fragments of skull, and maybe some teeth. The gore hits the bar, hits the floor, splatters the back mirror, and Greed's body goes down. He hits the floor with a wet thud and his arms fall, spread out like the Holy Ghost Himself. The shotgun clatters and rolls into a pool forming where his head used to be.]
[The bar keeps on ticking and the jukebox sings out: "Hope you got your things together ... Hope you are quite prepared to die ..."]
[Then, the light show starts. Thick bolts of red electricity surge and Greed's body is lifting up from his heels. He's got one finger in the air and he's stiff. He jerks still once he's on his feet and red light pours from the hole that was his face. Bone starts reforming in chunks, square pieces fitting back together. Muscle pulses from no where, wraps around his skull. And there are two eyes, a mouth, then skin.]
[In mere seconds, it's like nothing happened.]
[Greed lets out a loud groan, pops his neck into place. Blood drips from his nose and mouth. He pushes a thumb into one nostril, shoots out a wad of blood from the other. Wipes his chin clean.] Homunculus. [Again, he says this plainly and he sighs.] To answer all the questions you've been asking.
[He smashes a boot tip against the butt of the gun, tossing it back up. Catches it in the hand that's red with his tattoo.] And now that I have your attention, let's get to business. [Greed slips behind the bar again and places the shotgun down on the surface.] It's happy hour at The Devil's Nest tonight - to celebrate. After eight, bring your friends. Bring them all. Beer's a buck and cocktails are half off for the ladies.
[He leans across the bar, chest and stomach settling there. He's daring.] I promise a good time.
OOC STUFF |
*Warnings | Blood, Small Amount of Gore - this applies to the visuals below too.
*Shotgun | Courtesy of Gabriel, though I am assuming this transaction. Hope that's all right, sir.
* Replies will be made ASAP - slow because of work and stuff.
Visuals | ♠| ♠ | ♠ | ♠ | ♠ @kaonashii via tumblr
* Warning: there is sexual content in one or two of the comment threads - please tread lightly!
[He's all smiles, hands placed atop of his bar.] It's that day, folks. Maybe some of you know, maybe some of you don't. But I promised to deliver and I don't count myself a liar. A few you have asked, so let me show you.
[Greed vanishes behind the bar and comes back with a shotgun. It's double-barreled, sleek. He puts the butt of it against his hip and runs his eyes up and down it from behind his sunglasses. The smile he has is one that could kill. Teeth and that raw need are clear on his expression.] Let me tell you in case you don't know - this? I believe humans call it a shotgun. Whatever you call it, it packs a punch. Big boom, for the little ones watching. Though now would probably be a good time to send the kiddies to bed, you parents out there. Not into destroying families.
[He flicks his shades off, showing horrible purple eyes and slits. Places them on the prep-station behind him.]
Also, gals - the faint of heart? Go on and do something else.
[The jukebox is going - for those from Earth, they'll know the song depending on what era they're from. Bad Moon Rising is the back drop to the feed. The sound fills the establishment, but it's distant.]
[Greed saunters from out behind the bar top, shotgun still firmly stilled on his hip. When he's close enough to the feed, he stops. A loud click and the gun is open, two barrels packed full.] I've got two to make this count, so don't turn away folks. We're just getting to the good part.
[He's so nonchalant about it - he shoves the shotgun barrel-end under his chin. Shifts the trigger so it's nestled in both his hands. His head is forced back.] Last warning.
[Greed's grin couldn't be wider and his eyes couldn't be more dilated. He laughs and it's sick; seems to roll right out of him.] Ready?
One, two -
[The shotgun goes off and there is nothing but blood. Well. Blood, fragments of skull, and maybe some teeth. The gore hits the bar, hits the floor, splatters the back mirror, and Greed's body goes down. He hits the floor with a wet thud and his arms fall, spread out like the Holy Ghost Himself. The shotgun clatters and rolls into a pool forming where his head used to be.]
[The bar keeps on ticking and the jukebox sings out: "Hope you got your things together ... Hope you are quite prepared to die ..."]
[Then, the light show starts. Thick bolts of red electricity surge and Greed's body is lifting up from his heels. He's got one finger in the air and he's stiff. He jerks still once he's on his feet and red light pours from the hole that was his face. Bone starts reforming in chunks, square pieces fitting back together. Muscle pulses from no where, wraps around his skull. And there are two eyes, a mouth, then skin.]
[In mere seconds, it's like nothing happened.]
[Greed lets out a loud groan, pops his neck into place. Blood drips from his nose and mouth. He pushes a thumb into one nostril, shoots out a wad of blood from the other. Wipes his chin clean.] Homunculus. [Again, he says this plainly and he sighs.] To answer all the questions you've been asking.
[He smashes a boot tip against the butt of the gun, tossing it back up. Catches it in the hand that's red with his tattoo.] And now that I have your attention, let's get to business. [Greed slips behind the bar again and places the shotgun down on the surface.] It's happy hour at The Devil's Nest tonight - to celebrate. After eight, bring your friends. Bring them all. Beer's a buck and cocktails are half off for the ladies.
[He leans across the bar, chest and stomach settling there. He's daring.] I promise a good time.
OOC STUFF |
*Warnings | Blood, Small Amount of Gore - this applies to the visuals below too.
*Shotgun | Courtesy of Gabriel, though I am assuming this transaction. Hope that's all right, sir.
* Replies will be made ASAP - slow because of work and stuff.
Visuals | ♠| ♠ | ♠ | ♠ | ♠ @kaonashii via tumblr
* Warning: there is sexual content in one or two of the comment threads - please tread lightly!