[The furnace is fed another chunk of wood before it's closed off again. With a whip-lash movement and the bolt slides into place with a click. Greed's claws frame the lip of his glass, the curved points etching and scratching as he does. It should surprise him, what the Alchemist has to say. But things being as they are, well - ] You really don't know, do you?
[A chaste grin sweeps his face, igniting like a freshly-stroked match. The noise from below still chimes through; in a garbled, drowned mess.] I imagine he's the emperor of Xing now, if you and yours took the opportunity. [The glass hits his lips and he takes no time draining it. The liquor goes down, hissing all the way as it travels and sparks in his gullet. The thin veins on his throat expand as he does and he's thirsty. Oh, is he thirsty. As scotch tumbles in wave after wave. Until only mere sheen is left at the bottom of the glass. When he's finished, a lofty sigh escapes him and his thumb chases the dip of his chin. Effectively cleaning away anything he's lost.] Ha - ! No, not Hohenheim. But you could say they were one in the same. Daddy sir - the one who made us. I guess that's another thing that's different between you and I.
[The glass finds a home next to the canter and Greed slowly closes the gap. He walks like he should - a kin to the other set of six and while he considers himself different than the rest, there are some things that remain the same. A predator by design, he slouches when he walks. Bringing his wings up just so.] Maybe. There's another alchemist here who said he's worked for me before. But I've never had one, least not before - [Ah, right. The Sin's chin sinks and one wrist turns outward. Sending out a five-claw sprawl.] - Kimbley. But the one I know of was working with the others, not for me.
[He stops mere inches from Ed, his body far too close for comfort. A heat hovers around him, coming off in waves that are both inviting and deadly. A tilt forward has him eye to eye with the other and for a split second, a wicked light shines through his shades. Humming red to make that sinister-cat look appear from the too-dark color of his sunglasses. Like a form fogging into a mirror, it's dreary and haunting.] He has another one with him. Some guy named Archer. And that Colonel of yours too, but it looks like he's no longer here.
So - [Greed purrs, his voice causing a fresh shudder of ash to quake and shiver under his throat.] - what's your story?
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[A chaste grin sweeps his face, igniting like a freshly-stroked match. The noise from below still chimes through; in a garbled, drowned mess.] I imagine he's the emperor of Xing now, if you and yours took the opportunity. [The glass hits his lips and he takes no time draining it. The liquor goes down, hissing all the way as it travels and sparks in his gullet. The thin veins on his throat expand as he does and he's thirsty. Oh, is he thirsty. As scotch tumbles in wave after wave. Until only mere sheen is left at the bottom of the glass. When he's finished, a lofty sigh escapes him and his thumb chases the dip of his chin. Effectively cleaning away anything he's lost.] Ha - ! No, not Hohenheim. But you could say they were one in the same. Daddy sir - the one who made us. I guess that's another thing that's different between you and I.
[The glass finds a home next to the canter and Greed slowly closes the gap. He walks like he should - a kin to the other set of six and while he considers himself different than the rest, there are some things that remain the same. A predator by design, he slouches when he walks. Bringing his wings up just so.] Maybe. There's another alchemist here who said he's worked for me before. But I've never had one, least not before - [Ah, right. The Sin's chin sinks and one wrist turns outward. Sending out a five-claw sprawl.] - Kimbley. But the one I know of was working with the others, not for me.
[He stops mere inches from Ed, his body far too close for comfort. A heat hovers around him, coming off in waves that are both inviting and deadly. A tilt forward has him eye to eye with the other and for a split second, a wicked light shines through his shades. Humming red to make that sinister-cat look appear from the too-dark color of his sunglasses. Like a form fogging into a mirror, it's dreary and haunting.] He has another one with him. Some guy named Archer. And that Colonel of yours too, but it looks like he's no longer here.
So - [Greed purrs, his voice causing a fresh shudder of ash to quake and shiver under his throat.] - what's your story?