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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When misery comes calling... )
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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?"
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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.
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"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..."
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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."
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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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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