♠ fourth || ➥ video
[The video feed starts as always: The Devil's Nest is the back drop, though the usual bar scene seems to be missing. It's a room this time, dark and dank. Silt catches in the faint after glow of a light and hangs there. It's a mix of dirt, dust, and smoke that settles in the air and creates a bit of a haze on camera.]
[Of course, Greed is around. Lounging as usual, legs spread so far ahead of him he's knocking at the stand the camera's mounted on. With his head tilted back, he's sporting a grin that could kill - all razors and deadly insinuations. He tilts his head to the left playfully.] Well wasn't that just fun - a little shake up from our dear Lord and Savior! [Barking, the homunculus is incredibly loud. His whole body seems to tumble with laughter and he throws his head back, giving a big-old glimpse of his throat.] Honestly, it's probably not the worst she could do. But hey, I'm not one to sit back and roll over like a dog.
[Greed pauses mid thought with a bemused expression. Blinks twice behind his shades.] No offense to any of you mutts out there -
[A twirl of his finger snaps him back to the conversation.] We can all feign smiles and play pretend all we want, but I don't know about you lot - I'm a little sick of playing pet. Never suited me, after all. I'm just far too greedy. [There's an evilness there, a sliver of the devil laced on a heavy tongue. Greed purrs deep in his throat.] Can't have the ol'ball and chain around me, if you know what I mean!
And hey, I've fought for the underdog before. So kiddies; men, women, children - give me your ears. I think our good Hag In Charge needs a little bit of a wake up call, hmn?
[Greed slams both of his hands on the rests of his chair and lifts himself up with the power of a man that seems entirely boneless. He jerks forward with the snap of a spine and his smile all but broadens. He's possessed by the look and those eyes go stark-wide behind oval sunglasses.] You've all heard the speech - want it all. And doesn't she just have it all? Everything taken from you - all that power. Yet, when the shit hits the fan we're the ones cleanin' up the mess. Doesn't sound very fair, does it?
[The homunculus licks his teeth clean and something shivers against his skin. A sickly gray begins sliding up his neck from under the fur of his vest. It caresses in the shapes of squares and rectangles, like a second skin coming over his tanned flesh.]
Those who don't want trouble - feel free to go crawl into a hole. I'll give you that courtesy. Women, children; I don't have need for you if you can't hold your own. And those that have loved ones around? Why don't you go play at this farce a bit longer. But don't worry!
[Greed raises his hands and they're horrible talons; nails crooked and long, colored the hue of steel.] We'll all get what we want out of the deal.
[Of course, Greed is around. Lounging as usual, legs spread so far ahead of him he's knocking at the stand the camera's mounted on. With his head tilted back, he's sporting a grin that could kill - all razors and deadly insinuations. He tilts his head to the left playfully.] Well wasn't that just fun - a little shake up from our dear Lord and Savior! [Barking, the homunculus is incredibly loud. His whole body seems to tumble with laughter and he throws his head back, giving a big-old glimpse of his throat.] Honestly, it's probably not the worst she could do. But hey, I'm not one to sit back and roll over like a dog.
[Greed pauses mid thought with a bemused expression. Blinks twice behind his shades.] No offense to any of you mutts out there -
[A twirl of his finger snaps him back to the conversation.] We can all feign smiles and play pretend all we want, but I don't know about you lot - I'm a little sick of playing pet. Never suited me, after all. I'm just far too greedy. [There's an evilness there, a sliver of the devil laced on a heavy tongue. Greed purrs deep in his throat.] Can't have the ol'ball and chain around me, if you know what I mean!
And hey, I've fought for the underdog before. So kiddies; men, women, children - give me your ears. I think our good Hag In Charge needs a little bit of a wake up call, hmn?
[Greed slams both of his hands on the rests of his chair and lifts himself up with the power of a man that seems entirely boneless. He jerks forward with the snap of a spine and his smile all but broadens. He's possessed by the look and those eyes go stark-wide behind oval sunglasses.] You've all heard the speech - want it all. And doesn't she just have it all? Everything taken from you - all that power. Yet, when the shit hits the fan we're the ones cleanin' up the mess. Doesn't sound very fair, does it?
[The homunculus licks his teeth clean and something shivers against his skin. A sickly gray begins sliding up his neck from under the fur of his vest. It caresses in the shapes of squares and rectangles, like a second skin coming over his tanned flesh.]
Those who don't want trouble - feel free to go crawl into a hole. I'll give you that courtesy. Women, children; I don't have need for you if you can't hold your own. And those that have loved ones around? Why don't you go play at this farce a bit longer. But don't worry!
[Greed raises his hands and they're horrible talons; nails crooked and long, colored the hue of steel.] We'll all get what we want out of the deal.