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10th Sin of Averice: Swap.
A click sounds as the comm switches over to broadcast mode. A moment of silence, in which fairly labored breathing can be heard in the background, then...
"grooaaannnnn...so hunnngry..."
To those who know him, it's definitely Greed's voice, but it sounds quite a bit different. The inflection, wording, and the emotion behind the words is quite ( Read more... ) -
Ninth Sin of Avarice: Alone-Kinda- and bored. Extremely.
There's a click as the comm system comes online, and for a few moments, there's no easily audible noise but an odd scratching, not unlike a blade on wood. The scratching stops for a moment before there's the definate sound of a cup being set down. Then-
"Anyone out there interested in a trip to Carnival? Haven't been there yet, and I could really ( Read more... ) -
Eightth Sin of Avarice: Where'd they go...
(There's a click of the comm system coming online before Greed clears his throat.)
Hey, anyone seen Link? He's one of the elves, golden blond hair, dressed in green. Little on the young side.
(A pause, and those of keen hearing might catch the sound of fairly quiet footfalls as Greed walks down a corridor.)
In fact, there seem to be a few people who ( Read more... ) -
Seventh Sin of Avarice: Scavanger Hunt.
The suitcase opened with a 'click' of the locks and Greed lifted the lid. Poking around the interior for a few moments, Greed found nothing of interest and then proceeded to uncerimoniously throw the opened suitcase over his shoulder. Grabbing the next one in line, he opened it and started poking around again. He was about to condem that ( Read more... ) -
Sixth Sin of Averice: Fruitless Return.
(There's the click of the overhead comm coming online before Greed's voice goes out.)
Hey guys, I've got a favor to ask: If you see one Edward Elric wandering around, let me know, will you? Blond hair, usually tied back into a braid, golden eyes. Usually dresses in a black suit, with a red trench coat, a symbol emblazoned in black on the back. ( Read more... ) -
Fifth Sin of Avarice: Search.
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 ( Read more... ) -
Fourth Sin of Avarice: He's gone... Someone will pay.(Audio)
REDD!! WHERE IS HE!?!
(Greed's in Ed's now vacant cabin, shouting into the communicator as he holds it in a white knuckle grip. Pure rage colors his voice as he glares at everything in sight.) -
Third Sin of Avarice: Leaky Communicators and... Sushi?
Greed glared at the object in question. He ignored a slight urge to transmute the armor around his face, particularly his jaws. If he did, he'd then be tempted to crush the object with the fangs he'd have. Best not to do that. The communicator was his, after all ( Read more... ) -
Second Sin of Avarice
This...just wasn't right.
People jumping around the ship, celebrating something called 'Eastur.'
Cute, fluffy things swarming underfoot, and all due to the "captain."
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What sort of alchemy was this anyway? To Greed's knowledge, alchemy couldn't create actual, living birds and rabbits. Or, at least, not ones that lasted for more than a ( Read more... ) -
First Sin of Avarice. (Audio.)
(There's the usual sound of the overhead comm system coming on-line followed by several loud taps.)
What is this thing?
The Hell! Some kind of broadcast...thing?
(A few loud thumps sound as well, not unlike what happens when you tap a microphone.)
Ah. Excellent. Now, I assume that there are people here, and that at least one of you can hear me. ( Read more... )