♠ first || ➥ accidental video
[Snap, crackle, pop. It sounds like a spine's being readjusted, the grinding of bones falling back into place. Then a sigh - long winded and exaggerated. Two foot falls follow and they're crisp, cut -]
[ - sharp. ] Well, that wasn't very nice.
[Feed picks up a curved boot heel - one that seems to rocket right up and cut the dark. It rises and ( Read more... )
[ - sharp. ] Well, that wasn't very nice.
[Feed picks up a curved boot heel - one that seems to rocket right up and cut the dark. It rises and ( Read more... )
[The first face that Greed was to be met with in Mandalus was rather an unusual one.
The video feed flickers briefly before focusing in on a face made entirely of copper and silver, two mismatched glowing eyes brightening as steam rose in a lazy wisps from the antique vents embedded in his cheeks as he simply regarded the stranger, a smirk dancing on his crooked mouth.]
Y-y-ya wear yer sunglasses at night too?
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[Copper, wires, silver, and missing the gold. The Sin dip his head and his smile stretches - threatens to split his face open if he were any sort of normal fellow.]
[Good thing his punch card is empty with the option.]
[And he whistles - hoots through his dangerous teeth with a quip.] Now - aren't you interesting.
[Because he's seen living armor before, but this? It's a little different. A little - older. Vents that breathe with an engine's chime and crude steam; eyes that flicker with an energy that he can't help but to swallow back in those thick rims. Sparks of light that shudder in frames of black, pitch them and drink 'em down into that nasty little core.]
[Greed barks his laughter, waves a hand out to send all his leathers pooling at the thick part of his wrist.] Sure. You could say that. But you know, it's a little rude not to introduce yourself first.
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...Well okay, anything that wasn't scrap heap or bucket o' bolts was pretty much enough to draw a lopsided smile onto that misshapen copper countenance of his.
Which was precisely why the metal man's smile only sharpened at that remark of interesting, flashing teeth and the slightest swirl of green corrosion on his chin showing through the small video screen.]
Shore, pal. G-go right on'a 'head. Start up th' introd-duction! Practically wigglin' in anticipation.
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[It's enough to wet a man's appetite.]
[Or in this case, a particularly avaricious character.]
[Greed tilts his head, shows off his throat to the twitchy little thing on the other side of the line.] Ah-? Did you miss it? The name's Greed.
[Finger raises; cool, swift, liquid motion. Like he's practiced it a thousand times - and probably has. He snaps at the feed, extends an index to Rabbit.] Now - how about you. [Said with an air of sinister, the hiss of devilish flow.]
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Definitely got a weird feeling about you, bro.
If Greed's hearing was anything great, he'd no doubt be able to pick up on the noisy internal working of Rabbit's automatonic form - the ticking gears, the pumping pistons, the bubbling in his boiler, the gentle hum and sparking of his power core - even through the small connection of their phones. Rabbit was most certainly a living being, even if that was all artificially constructed. His entire copper chassis cackled and flickered with electric life.]
Oh. [Those mismatched optics blink slowly, even if the robot ( ... )
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[And staring back was the tangible manifestation of avarice; made of bone, flesh, blood - organs that pumped to the beat of a steady flow. Eyes that blinked, lungs that filled with air and released within noxious and practically- poisonous desire.]
[Yet like Rabbit, there's a core there. But it's built not with the love of humanity - though Greed has long since kicked the habit; instead, it writhes and buckles with an insurmountable amount of souls. Thudding and grinding, making the creature on the side of the line tick.]
[Like steam, sure.]
[Greed tilts his head with a curious gesture, the wide brim smile and an exposed throat. Shades throw light this way and that and for a moment, there's the briefest catches of sinister cat eyes. Serpent-like and pulsing like a viper on strike. The Sin clicks his teeth together.]I could ask ( ... )
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An' I 'spose I'll l-l-let th' oddness of it all pass. So. Ya just roll 'round int' these parts, huh? Ya need help or somethin'? I'm practically an expert-t-t at these greeting th' newbie kind o' thing.
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[Well, isn't that just fascinating - explains on the clicks, the bells, the whistles. Greed tilts his body with his walk, a shelf of chin jutting out in the dark that lights up all of those pearly-nasties.] Friends of yours, I'm guessing?
[But at the prospect of assistance, the homunculus waves a two-finger salute on the flick of a wrist. Closes eyes and pockets both hands before continuing on his stroll around town. And with the lights now coming into view and flooding him, it's easier to make out the features.]
[Including those purple-slit eyes that peer out as his shades take a dip down his nose.] Well - if you're interested.
[Shoulder roll, fur puffs out, and the Sin offers a sultry look with a whirl of his skull.] I wouldn't say no to a little company.
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An' shore. If I wasn't interested, I w-wouldn't have offered. I ain't that nice. [The honest truth. Despite his programming, Rabbit wasn't going to be overly kind or polite to anyone, especially not a man. Ladies may have gotten a bit more charm and kindness, though that was just the 'bot being a flirt as he was prone to doing, nothing else.] Where ya at?
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[Because honestly - after the first time, explaining a name can get a little tiring. He can only image what the robot himself had to go through.]
[But he slips back into that casual stance after his attention's been perked. Foot kicks out at a slight slant.] Not that nice, huh. [Fingers jut out - spread to touch his chest in a manner that's akin to claws.] Not exactly a good guy myself, though - [Whirls an index out.] - if you ask me, greed's neither good nor bad.
Everyone wants something they can't have.
[But back to the conversation. The homunculus shifts his body; moves like a serpent.] Where? Ah - that's a good question, friend.
[Brief pause and he slithers up to the nearest street sign. Still can't make heads or tails of it but:] Looks like I'm ( ... )
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Th' name practical-l-l-lll-ly never comes up.
[But that all too casual mention of 'wanting something they can't have' has Rabbit's corroded browplate arching, the shiny copper under that swirling green rust ( ... )
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[Please.]
[The Sin's head tosses, laughter like a shock wave that seems not to come from his vocal chords at all. But from that core; that bristling, ever wanting, quite demanding core.]
[A snap back has a palm at his hips, a cant out of a leg that sends a foot spiraling up again.] No, that's not how it works.
[But at least the guy is more friendly than the rest - Greed'll give him that much. A finger bounces against the feed.] I've got all the time in the world.
[Snap, clip. And the feed goes to dead air.]
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[All the time in the world.]
[A lamp post is his place of rest while he awaits the arrival of a fresh face - an interesting face. One that keeps that spark of want pulling and pulling from deep inside him. There's a million questions of course; and the feeling is probably mutual.]
[But as it stands, Greed keeps that desired tempered. Chained and bond for a more cool look; bent like an S into the curve of the post, legs kicked out in front of him - he's balancing by the sheer will of that tail bone.]
[And most - at least the smarter of Mandalus' rag-time little collection - avoid him.]
[Because looks can be deceiving, sure. But with those shades dark like pits and that venomous small plastered at his lips, it's no wonder most question his attentions.]
[Thumbs hook into pockets, allowing the slow-fan out of fingers. Fingers that drum at his thighs with a beat only he seems to feel. An inhuman beat, one not made for this world of the next.]
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It was the sound of the clicks and whiiiirrs of Rabbit's aged machinery that gave his appearance away moments before the copper man finally turned the corner to locate Greed standing where he'd said he'd be, heavy feet thudding to the ground with each step closer, steam billowing from corroded vents and unfinished seams as that ancient boiler of his heated up against the chill of the winter cold. Despite the strangeness and overall broken down appearance of his chassis, the green corrosion that littered his face, the loose screws and rivets, the twitching tic to his fingers, the electrical shorts that made his head jerk to and from, the robot only grinned that lopsided, infectious grin of his and closed the distance between him and Greed as quickly as creaking knees would allow him ( ... )
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