Fifth Sin of Avarice: Search.

[noir_epoch]

Greed pulled on his trenchcoat, settling it about his shoulders comfortably.   After checking his pockets for the various items he had gathered (Including such things as a first aid kit, some trail rations and the like.  Basic survival stuff.), he hald a hand up in front of his face and transmuted his skin, generating his armor and claws.  He frowned for a moment when the itching reappeared, but shrugged it off as the skin returned to normal.

After double checking all his gear, Greed simply walked toward the door, opened it, and left.

{OOC:  Righty-o, I'm on hiatus.  Greed's off, searching the ship for Ed, and will spend the next few days doing that.  Later, all!}