[Video] Post Manga-cast Promised Day Post

[material_guy]

[In the middle of lovingly nuzzling his computer and its peripherals, Greed hits the on switch on the camera.] --thing is awesome! The best, the best, the best, this place is the BEST! [He notices the video feed is on, and is quite happy with this discovery. Grabbing the camera, he props it into place and leaning in close enough the image blurs.]

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[Written!]

[wordstaken]

Immortality?

[Video]

[material_guy]

[Greed gives a wide, manic gesture, cheering out for the entire world to hear.] Immortality!

[ Video, finally! ]

[wordstaken]

[ So ...it was that man. The man from the elevator. She had been unknowingly associating with quite a threat.

She's looking at the video curiously now, at a desk. She places her elbows on the polished wood, and rests her chin in her hand, inquiring him to go on further with a hand gesture. ]

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[material_guy]

Ou! A video reply! So we get to see Miss Ghost Writer's face do--....

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[material_guy]

....

we...wha... you're...

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[material_guy]

... pretty good looking for someone who's been hidin' her face this whole time!

[He recognizes her; getting the hint from her silence in the elevator that he won't get a word out of her, he goes right on ahead talking without waiting for a verbal response.]

So, like I was sayin', immortality! It's just a matter of getting into the new body! One that won't get tired or hungry or old or even know how to do anything but live and live and live and live forever without need!

[wordstaken]

[ Her head tilts curiously at his goals. Chane never liked the idea of more Immortals running around. More Immortals meant more people who could devour her Father.

She sits up straight, pushing a tuft of hair behind her ear, before she begins to scribble down a response speedily. Like a silent film, Chane holds up her notepad, just beneath her chin, and looks at Greed with intrigue and personal interest. The writing reads: ]

Your body seemed impressive and strong during our encounter. You no longer desire it? How would you make such a transfer?

[ She wasn't aware of whatever technique he was speaking of, to gain immortality, but it piqued her curiosity to its limits. If there was a way to do something like that, wouldn't her Father have known already? ]

[material_guy]

Speedy little writer, ain'tcha? Well, this ain't a bad body at all. It's pretty good looking, y'know?

But, I'm the greediest Greed, so a body that can get killed off ain't enough, no matter how strong. I don't like limits. So, I've got some alchemists on the job, lookin' into how to put a soul into somethin' else. The data we got's from someone who did it imperfectly, but I've got two State Alchemists workin' on that. The guys we got the data from... [Greed waves the rolled up papers-, only one of many copies made out of the information given to him.] ... They got too afraid to follow up. Give my guys that base, though, and they'll make it perfect. I've seen it done.

[wordstaken]

[ Her eyes don't leave the image of his as he explains, and she takes in the information with mild perplexity. This man knew alchemists, too? She wondered if he knew any alchemy... in fact, it was someone she knew Huey Laforet would take an interest in.

Her lips part, as if to speak -- an instinctual habit that her body had still not fully kicked, even after all of these years, and her eyebrows raise. She taps her pen against her chin a couple of times, mulling over what he had just said.

The process must be similar to the technique of devouring. To have one body take the memories of another, and even the characteristics of one...

But how? What types of alchemists are from his world? Did he not know of the elixir?Maybe it was best he didn't know about it

She is the only female on this post he has not propositioned. Today.

[material_guy]

Nn? This body? [He flashes a toothy smile, airing out his vest as if to show off the body undernearth.] Pretty attached to it, are ya? It ain't half bad looking. I can see how a girl'd get a little "thing" for it.

[For whatever reason, he doesn't seem to push that angle of conversation as he would with most. Maybe it's that he doesn't want to dodge the current line of conversation--a common use for flirting, maybe there's some hint of respect for the silent girl on the other end of the internet, or maybe a girl whose first response to an offering is to lash out with a knife is someone a little too kinky complex for his usual shenanigans. It's not something he thinks about; it's best to go with what feels natural.]

Iya. This body's pretty good, but it can still get beat. Unfortunately, my biggest threat's got a way to kill this body off but if it's somethin' that doesn't even need energy to do anything, like some kinda... some kinda perpetual motion---some kinda perpetual living machine....! Then I'm in businesses! There'll be no one

How gentleman-like!

[wordstaken]

[ Chane pointedly ignores the remark, though a couple of slow blinks show acknowledgment beneath the surface. Men really were strange, and this one was in particular. Quite boisterous.

There's a knowing look to the glance she gives off to the side, before she switches to completely written word again, video feed shutting off: ]

Everyone would have something motivating a desire to be Immortal. What would you do with an Immortal body?

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[material_guy]

---Nn? [Greed blinks, wondering if he should take offense at that. For a minute, his shoulders slump, taking in the blanked screen and the words that pop up, almost as dismissible as a text ad. It didn't take long for him to get spoiled by video.

He perks back up again quickly enough once he processes the text. She's not cutting him off completely, at least.]

Get everything in the world, without bein' stoppable. [He says it like it really will be that simple.] Money, fame, status, women, power, land... I'll have everything in the world, and I'll be able to rearrange it into any kinda world I want! I'll be able to help who I want, crush who I want, make and break people, fates, fortunes! I'll be able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want! I'll own it all so hard I won't even be able to remember what "want" feels like! There won't even be that kinda concept left in me. It'll just be enjoying, enjoying, enjoying. And from there, I'll use everything I got to make more. Efficiency! I'll get more satisfied than

[Written]

[wordstaken]

Are you sure it will be enough, for a man like you?

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[material_guy]

[The problem with live video feed is that any hesitation to respond shows. Maybe even more for his feed being the only one that's video, since a man isn't as used to being guarded alone in a room with a camera as he is with a physical conversation partner. His grin falls, even if only for a second; his face is expressive enough that one flash of the broad, face-eating grin faltering is easy to catch.]

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[material_guy]

[His jaw clenches as he looks to the notes in his hand, determined, forcing his smirk back into place.] Aa. Maybe not. But I'll make it phase one. As long as I ain't immortal, everything I got's just borrowed.

Immortality by itself ain't enough. But, I'll get everything. And I'll make more, out of nothing if I have to, 'till it's enough.

[wordstaken]

[ How insatiable. At least he was ambitious, though. Still, she assessed that a man with his self-preservation, egotism, and greed would be an unpredictable and dangerous guy indeed, if given that sort of power. As of yet, she had no reason to have ill will against him, unless he threatened someone dear to her. For now, he was just an object of interest. There was "world-hopping" on this thing, after all. If his world was not enough for him, he might try to take over others. ]

It sounds frustrating to want that much. To desire so strongly.