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[dolcezzamacabra]

WHO: Envy, [ mercuryvictim ], Greed [ avariceshield ], Rhode Kamelot [ dolcezzamacabra ], and anyone who would reasonably be in the Devil's Nest
WHAT: Rhode is willing to bet her life on her family's return, and gives up her most important possession as security in her gamble with Envy.
WHERE: The Devil's Nest
WHEN: Midday, Day 55

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[avariceshield]

"Eh?"

A curious sound rose from inside the bar. In the dimmly litted room, a tall figure stood from the couch. The figure soon glanced towards the young girl who had entered, two round circle glinting in the scant light. The man rolled his neck on his shoulders and walked closer to Rhode. Soon more distinct details of the man came through as he closed in on her. His violet eyes, his tight fown, and his arms which were crossed over his chest.

Greed lifted his furrowed brows high up on his forehead, blinking a few times. A girl? Here in his bar? A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his shark-like teeth visible after being exposed by his lips. He unfolded his arms casually and rested his hands on his hips, leaning his head down to her height, only smiling wider.

"Kiddo, we're not open. Besides, aren't you a little younge to be in a bar?" he almost hissed, tilting his head to one side. "Where are your parents hmm? Are you lost?"

[dolcezzamacabra]

"I'm looking for..." She faltered, looking a bit put out at the man's approach. It was rather intimidating, especially when he was that much larger than she was.

Rhode's nerves were forgotten at the man's questions, eyes narrowing ever so slightly in irritation. "I've been old enough to drink for a year, actually. I don't have parents, and if this is the Devil's Nest," she inclined her chin slightly, a gesture of false confidence, "then I'm right where I want to be."

Her grip on her parasol shifted slightly, some confidence provided by the feeling of the handle in her fingers. If it was any trouble, she'd be able to defend herself.

[avariceshield]

Greed noted the parasol and stood up straight, his frown disappearing. He shrugged and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his hair. "Oh? What made you want to come to the Devil's Nest, before we even opened huh?" He lifted his head forward ever so slightly to stared down at her over the rim of his glasses.

"And if you're some kind of charity worker, or something, I'm not donating." Greed mumbled as he waved his hand and walked deeper into the bar, and to the counter where he took a seat on a barstool, resting his elbow on the countertop. He kept his eyes on Rhode, his eyes narrowing. "Or are you some kind of sick form of a cop? Reminds me of that Dateline show. I hate kids personally..."

[dolcezzamacabra]

Rhode couldn't quite stop the slight sigh of relief as he moved away, though her grip on her hidden sword was still quite tight. "Envy told me to come here. I need to..." A pause, some momentary hesitation as she tried to figure out how to phrase it. "He'll be borrowing something. He told me I need to come give it to Greed for him."

She took a few steps forward as he moved away, following in the sense of some uncertainty as to where she should stay. "Rhode Kamelot. I'm not any kind of government." Rhode practically spat the word, not entirely able to disguise her hatred. "And I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen."

[mercury_victim]

"Greed, beloved," a voice dripping with mockery floated from the stairs as a young man of dark hair and dark eyes descended down them, a hint of a flat smile lingering around his mouth. He was ordinary by all appearances, and by looks, could very well have been Greed's blood brother. "Is that any way to treat a guest?"

The sharpness that tinged the young man's smile as he turned his eyes on Rhode left no question who this was-- it didn't matter whose face he wore. This was Envy. This special brand of cruelty could only be his alone. There was a flicker of amusement on his face as he approached them, eyes lingering almost hungrily on the sight of blood.

"What have we here?" he murmured, eyes narrowing faintly, "I believe the two of you have something that belongs to me now."

[avariceshield]

That voice. Not just the sound of it, but how the bastad used it. It was like fucking nails on a chalkboard in Greed's head. He cringed and lifted his head to see the bastard descending down the stairs. He didn't care about the safety of Rhode anymore as he pulled the sword from her hands, letting more crimson spill.

"Fine, fine." He lifted up the sword, which was lightly stained with the young woman's blood. "Have your damn toothpick. And next time, tell me when you're inviting guests, Envy. I hate unexpected ones.. especially little brats." Greed spat, glaring back at Rhode as he walked up to Envy, presenting the sword to him. "I feel out of the loop when you go and do things like this."

[dolcezzamacabra]

Rhode gasped sharply as the metal was drawn from her grip, the pain of air on the injuries hitting her nerves like a wall. She didn't seem to know what to do about it, though- Just pulled her arms close to her body, hands gingerly at her chest.

"It's not yours. I'll have it back-"

It was running down her arms, a momentary distraction of sensation before she continued.

"It won't be long at all."

[mercury_victim]

Envy let out a soft, entertained laugh at Rhode's determined words, reaching out with slender fingers to accept the sword from his so-called brother. He grasped it by the handle, holding it up in the light to admire the slow trail of blood over metal. He absently licked his lips.

"Think what you want, girl," Envy answered in a low murmur, a hint of murder in his smile when he offered it to you. "You should run along now. Come back for this if that bastard Gin ever shows his face again."