[People who fly into rage always make a bad landing; or, Greed still fails technology.]

[material_guy]

[To prevent spam, two failed-lock posts in one. Greed can barely work computers and locks when he's thinking straight, much less when angry.]

[Post 1 - Audio; Failed Lock to Envy]

Get over here, fuckwipe. Drag it out and I'll sacrifice your sacrifices. I kinda liked 'em, so I'm not gonna waste time with something like torture. You can say I'm

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[killerbaseball]

... Did I miss something?

[Action Spam]

[material_guy]

[Reminded by the message that Shelly hasn't been filled in yet, and that community people dropping in will probably not suit his needs for secrecy, Greed decides to go to him directly rather than trying, and failing, to lock something private again.]

Some people're comin' over. I'm clearing everyone out since it's gonna get messy.

[Shelly gets a small box tossed to him, with some rather gruesome flesh, hair and bone contents, but probably nothing too stomach churning for him.]

If you don't want people knowin' you're here, hang out in yer room or at one of the inns with the more normal looking guys for the night. They'll cover yer drinks and food and room.

FUCK YEAH

[killerbaseball]

[Of course, before he does anything, Shelly MUST examine the contents of the box.]

Do you have any idea what the sender might be wanting to tell you, Mr. Greed?

[material_guy]

[Shelly is treated to some chunks or femininely long blond hair with crusted blood and some sort of skull fragment, courtesy of Envy.]

That they got a snuff fetish.

Wouldn't put it past the little bitch to use fake parts for some kinda fake out, but I wouldn't put it past 'em for those to be real, either.

Anyway, they're no one I can't handle.

[killerbaseball]

[Give him a moment to go get some disposable plastic gloves - which he wears over his leather ones. He's examining the parts, weighing the fragment and all that.]

If they are fake, they're extremely convincing.

[material_guy]

[Greed's expression doesn't change, but he does take out what smells like his 100th cigarette. He'd probably comment on the gloves over gloves if he were in a better mood. Expect to get teased over that later despite your good intentions, Shelly.]

Wouldn't put it past him.

[killerbaseball]

[Picking at a bit of the crusted blood.]

Yes... I am almost certain that these are, indeed, human remains.

[material_guy]

Figures. You don't get hair like that from a dog...

[killerbaseball]

... I can't be quite so sure about that. My expertise does not lie in dog breeds, after all... but I suppose that is beside the point.

[material_guy]

[One can practically hear the mental snap. Greed curses and tosses down the cigarette, stomping on it once and viciously marring it into the ground.] Fuck... Fuck. Fucking... [And as if he has made some grand and eloquent point with that, he wrestles out a pack of cigarettes, seething quietly for a few seconds until that pack turns out to be empty.] Fuck!

[killerbaseball]

[As for Shelly... he looks completely stoic, which becomes creepier in contexts such as this.] What is the problem?

[material_guy]

[The pack hits the floor and gets ground in, too. The nerve of it, being empty.] I'm fucking pissed off!

[killerbaseball]

[... Yes, he can see that.] But what is the problem?

[material_guy]

Y-you... how the.... fucking... [Greed's hand twitches and he looks like he'd like to grab Shelly and shake him, but that would lead to getting something broken, even if just on a meaningless but adept reflex on Shelly's part, and Greed's not in the mood to just take that kind of injury. He settles for pacing.] It's fine if you don't get jokes but when it's serious, it's too damn much...

[killerbaseball]

[Still apparently unaffected by Greed's rage, there is now a most earnest look on Shelly's face.]

I wish to know why you are reacting like this. What is the significance of this box you received? Why did you call for other people?

[And he... hesitates before adding:] If... there is anything I can do to help, do tell. I owe you, after all.

[material_guy]

How often do you get a fucking skull in a box without it meaning something, huh?! Shit, shit, shit... I only know two blonds he'd be able to kill without a problem, and either way, it's... If it's her, he'd go for the kids, not me, but they ain't reacted yet so... But, he shouldn't be able to find... And that's why I'm calling them in! That little fucking freak won't show up to get killed without having some kinda hostage waiting for him... it's a problem if any of 'em die, so, I'll get them here and start fucking knocking them off one by one by one until he drags his sorry ass over here and then I'll kill him so many fucking times in so many ways he'll fucking forget how to scream! If I let off on him for three seconds, that'll be like fucking orgasmic bliss, just that kinda pain stopping! I don't care if they team up with him again or what! I'll kill him and then get to them just to fucking piss him off a little more before he dies!