gimme gimme fourty // voice post

[greediguts]

-an exasperated sigh, trailing into a growl- ...why, Purgatorium?

Why do you take my things? -there's a barely contained annoyance, a click of tongue- Anemone... Boy... it seems like everyone's gone away, and Martel and Giovanni have been missing. Missing. Better have just been missing, or I'll-- -a thud, suddenly, and there's a 'HOLY--' that cuts

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[serpensdimidium]

Greed!

[greediguts]

They won't take you again.

[serpensdimidium]

Damnit, boss...

[greediguts]

You are mine.

[thylas]

Your things?

[greediguts]

Mine. I am Greed.

[thylas]

Mine. I am god.

[greediguts]

I'm not of god.

voice.

[beyondback_up]

Maybe you should take better care of your things~

[greediguts]

I'll take care of everything that would take my things, I'll tear this place apart--

[beyondback_up]

How horrifying, anarchy abounds~

Those who lose there things deserve to have them taken.

[greediguts]

And those who have and use improperly don't deserve to possess.

I'll rip your fingers off and claw out your tongue.

Saw the body DX

[gunrabbit]

TH-THE-

GIO-NIISAN CAN'T DIE!

Also saw the body

[bladerabbit]

GIO-NIISAN ISN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE!

[greediguts]

What clued you in on that?

[bladerabbit]

W-what?

[hrlsoldier]

Sir, I --

...Giovanni died?!