Night 18: F20 Hallway
Greed might have been either appalled or smug to know he'd woken up in a girl's cell block, but unfortunately for him, there weren't any girls to see. Instead, as he kicked the weakened door open and marched into the hall, he found that he was the only one in it.
More reason to believe that the bitch had dragged him back to one of her abandoned mansions, though he wondered why she'd neglected to put some kind of alchemic seal on the door. She must have had something especially nasty planned for him if she was trying to make him think he was so incredibly home-free, since that was generally the way she worked. Misleading, making people miserable. The works.
He grit his teeth, bringing up his hands to inspect them once more. He was accustomed to easing in and out of his shield as much as he goddamn pleased, so having another restriction put on his person pissed him off to no end.
Dammit. It took longer even to get rid of it.
A door opened to the homunculus' left just as he finished getting his shield back down again, and he immediately regretted having done it in the first place. He felt strangely drained from using his powers at even the slightest magnitude, and to waste some use of them when that old hag was afoot was suicide.
Then again, suicide was a better alternative to being under her thumb. Or at least it had been. Heh.
He swung around towards the door, eyes narrowed and ready to catch a glimpse of some fellow homunculus who had been ordered to put him back in his place. Lust and Gluttony, maybe. Greed grinned, wryly. If Dante was setting this up so that he'd get his ass kicked like his chimeras'....
Instead, however, he caught a glimpse of white hair, an immediate sign that this figure wasn't one of his reject brethren.
Unless it was Envy. But then why the hell...?
"Who the hell are you?" Greed growled, put on edge by the prospect of finding himself in one of his former master's traps once again.
More reason to believe that the bitch had dragged him back to one of her abandoned mansions, though he wondered why she'd neglected to put some kind of alchemic seal on the door. She must have had something especially nasty planned for him if she was trying to make him think he was so incredibly home-free, since that was generally the way she worked. Misleading, making people miserable. The works.
He grit his teeth, bringing up his hands to inspect them once more. He was accustomed to easing in and out of his shield as much as he goddamn pleased, so having another restriction put on his person pissed him off to no end.
Dammit. It took longer even to get rid of it.
A door opened to the homunculus' left just as he finished getting his shield back down again, and he immediately regretted having done it in the first place. He felt strangely drained from using his powers at even the slightest magnitude, and to waste some use of them when that old hag was afoot was suicide.
Then again, suicide was a better alternative to being under her thumb. Or at least it had been. Heh.
He swung around towards the door, eyes narrowed and ready to catch a glimpse of some fellow homunculus who had been ordered to put him back in his place. Lust and Gluttony, maybe. Greed grinned, wryly. If Dante was setting this up so that he'd get his ass kicked like his chimeras'....
Instead, however, he caught a glimpse of white hair, an immediate sign that this figure wasn't one of his reject brethren.
Unless it was Envy. But then why the hell...?
"Who the hell are you?" Greed growled, put on edge by the prospect of finding himself in one of his former master's traps once again.