[The Sin swings back in front of the other, his body easing over the juts of his hips. He shoots a side glance, showing off that needle-prick gaze. Reptilian, raw and then it's gone again. As he skirts the iron frame of the bed like a shark in shallow waters.] The theory is that they go home. That is, if they aren't on the network anymore. Whether or not that's true, I couldn't really tell ya, kid. But it seems to be the most likely option. It doesn't happen to often, but I've had a few go missing since I've been here.
[Beatrice, Aoba, Peter - just a few he can count on one hand. Greed's fingers peel open, flicking wide claw after claw. The proverbial feline counting its inventory. While some of the changes have been dramatic, others hark to his original making. The black coating of scales trills up his arm in jagged, uneven rectangles - his claws are coiled and sharp. The pattern salutes back to that 'Shield of his. Reaching up, up, up. But unlike before, veins of lava froth under the surface. And on his left hand, they converge. Forming like a fresh-fire brand in an old, familiar design:]
[The Ouroboros. A tell of what he is, what he used to be. Constantly running to consume itself.]
That's right - least that much hasn't changed. Word traveled fast to Dublith after you and yours ran into that serial killer in Central. Scar, right? [The Sin chimes back in, his voice still as sultry-slick as always despite current circumstances. There were some similarities to their stories. Lab 5 still existed and while Greed had seen it only once or twice in his long-time running, he knows others that had been far more familiar. His would-be kin most obviously, his chimeras second. Greed turns his wrists as his walks, hovering the tips of his nails thoughtfully over the collection of things stockpiled in his room. He pauses when Ed continues his story, the length of his back exposing in a long, drawn-out shrug.]
I don't know if that happened where I'm from. Daddy sir had other plans in mind. [A venomous note rattles in his voice; similar to a python singing its finale to slowly-gasping prey. His hand jerks up wildly, illustrating his point.] Five sacrifices. He wanted to gain the power of God. Ha - !
[Another bark of laughter coughs from his gullet, mimicking a back-firing exhaust. He carefully pockets his hands, his skull tilting in the direction of a half-boarded window. Bits of still-burning cinders flutter through the cracks. Carried off in burly billow of smoke that quickly thins once the outside breeze catches. He lulls his head idly to his shoulder, calling up fur to frame and trace his jawline.]
I broke them out, that's true. But that was long before you came along. Eh- guess it doesn't matter, hmn? [A soft twinkle sounds off. As the tip of his tail comes dangerously-close to Ed, the barbed-charmed end rising up from the floor. It glides over the Alchemist's shoulders for a brief flick, a little inspection. Before it tosses gently, taking the momentum to sink back into the murky top-layer hovering across the floor.]
From what I've heard, the homunculi you know were a bit different too - me and mine were never human to begin with. [The Sin croons at nothing in particular as he reaches through parting smoke for the canter again. The tips of his claws wrap the neck one by one, lifting it with a shivering-shrill. It hangs between his knuckles, the smooth sides rubbing against one of his leather-clad thighs.]
That and I've died twice from where I'm from. And not the kind we usually come back from.
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[Beatrice, Aoba, Peter - just a few he can count on one hand. Greed's fingers peel open, flicking wide claw after claw. The proverbial feline counting its inventory. While some of the changes have been dramatic, others hark to his original making. The black coating of scales trills up his arm in jagged, uneven rectangles - his claws are coiled and sharp. The pattern salutes back to that 'Shield of his. Reaching up, up, up. But unlike before, veins of lava froth under the surface. And on his left hand, they converge. Forming like a fresh-fire brand in an old, familiar design:]
[The Ouroboros. A tell of what he is, what he used to be. Constantly running to consume itself.]
That's right - least that much hasn't changed. Word traveled fast to Dublith after you and yours ran into that serial killer in Central. Scar, right? [The Sin chimes back in, his voice still as sultry-slick as always despite current circumstances. There were some similarities to their stories. Lab 5 still existed and while Greed had seen it only once or twice in his long-time running, he knows others that had been far more familiar. His would-be kin most obviously, his chimeras second. Greed turns his wrists as his walks, hovering the tips of his nails thoughtfully over the collection of things stockpiled in his room. He pauses when Ed continues his story, the length of his back exposing in a long, drawn-out shrug.]
I don't know if that happened where I'm from. Daddy sir had other plans in mind. [A venomous note rattles in his voice; similar to a python singing its finale to slowly-gasping prey. His hand jerks up wildly, illustrating his point.] Five sacrifices. He wanted to gain the power of God. Ha - !
[Another bark of laughter coughs from his gullet, mimicking a back-firing exhaust. He carefully pockets his hands, his skull tilting in the direction of a half-boarded window. Bits of still-burning cinders flutter through the cracks. Carried off in burly billow of smoke that quickly thins once the outside breeze catches. He lulls his head idly to his shoulder, calling up fur to frame and trace his jawline.]
I broke them out, that's true. But that was long before you came along. Eh- guess it doesn't matter, hmn? [A soft twinkle sounds off. As the tip of his tail comes dangerously-close to Ed, the barbed-charmed end rising up from the floor. It glides over the Alchemist's shoulders for a brief flick, a little inspection. Before it tosses gently, taking the momentum to sink back into the murky top-layer hovering across the floor.]
From what I've heard, the homunculi you know were a bit different too - me and mine were never human to begin with. [The Sin croons at nothing in particular as he reaches through parting smoke for the canter again. The tips of his claws wrap the neck one by one, lifting it with a shivering-shrill. It hangs between his knuckles, the smooth sides rubbing against one of his leather-clad thighs.]
That and I've died twice from where I'm from. And not the kind we usually come back from.