Sort of, but then again - I've always considered myself a bit different than the rest. [The glass container sways in his knuckles like a pendulum on the back swing and just as coppery. Scotch sloshes, trapped inside for the time being. It can only protest in shallow ploops and pops; as Greed's lumbering movements take liquor for a crash-course against the smooth, clear inside curve.]
[As he walks, burning prints sizzle behind him. The dim of smoke now finally dwindling, they're easier to see. They form in the same shape as the back of his heels and boiling rubber leaves behind bubbly, ashy remnants branded hard into the wood floor. Like setting tar on a hot summer day. Despite that, the structure of his signature pair still holds. Wafting in a low-set, shimmering mirage.]
[He chases a grin over his shoulder once he's swept the room a second time, eyeing the Alchemist through the crisp white fur at his collar. And if his eyes are trailing, if there's inspection there?]
[It's merely only that of stagnant interest. Connecting where the dots remain similar and when others spin off in another direction entirely. Same image, same Edward Elric; just with some added or missing details.] Ha - ! You really never were very subtle. [The former homunculus slips back into conversation as easily as a piranha momentarily knocked from a feeding frenzy. Out on moment, back into the fray the next. He steals from the bottle again and scotch catches in his throat. Turning a gassy, feverish blue that's both ghostly and foreign. Orange banks to the call not too soon later and the colors fight for dominance under the thin later of sooty skin. Then it's gone again and the Sin shoves his wrist across his mouth, crudely cleaning his lip clean.] Ah- now, that really depends. It takes a lot more than usual to kill us - I'm sure the same was for yours, that right?
[The charm on the bottle squeals when Greed tosses it back onto the dresser. The chain holding it together does a ring-a-round the neck, spinning for a few short beats. But a quick-dart fling of a claw stops it, the movement fast and on target. And metal twirls around the curve of his finger, slipping across it like liquidized gold.] He knew how to make it quick and how to make sure it wasn't entirely a waste. Purification - [He bends towards the bottle and the reflection back is nothing more than a glowing smog of smoke. Until his lips pull wide and a sheen of dagger-sharp white moves aimlessly across the surface. Intangible, but still there; a muddled mix between the rounded, formed canter.] - didn't last as long as he wanted it to, though.
A Philosopher's stone - [The tips of his claws skate a retreat and he motions to his chest. Half tilted away from the Alchemist, yet still very much in view - he runs his nails across his sternum, drawing lines back a little lower to where a human heart would be. Locked behind a cage of ribs and oh, isn't it just avarice to keep something so precious so well hidden.] - not that it matters now, but each one of us had one. If you could purify it without using all the souls up, it's possible we can be salvaged.
[He pauses, rolling the fork of his tongue against the back of his teeth.] Of course, none of the others really had the chance.
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[As he walks, burning prints sizzle behind him. The dim of smoke now finally dwindling, they're easier to see. They form in the same shape as the back of his heels and boiling rubber leaves behind bubbly, ashy remnants branded hard into the wood floor. Like setting tar on a hot summer day. Despite that, the structure of his signature pair still holds. Wafting in a low-set, shimmering mirage.]
[He chases a grin over his shoulder once he's swept the room a second time, eyeing the Alchemist through the crisp white fur at his collar. And if his eyes are trailing, if there's inspection there?]
[It's merely only that of stagnant interest. Connecting where the dots remain similar and when others spin off in another direction entirely. Same image, same Edward Elric; just with some added or missing details.] Ha - ! You really never were very subtle. [The former homunculus slips back into conversation as easily as a piranha momentarily knocked from a feeding frenzy. Out on moment, back into the fray the next. He steals from the bottle again and scotch catches in his throat. Turning a gassy, feverish blue that's both ghostly and foreign. Orange banks to the call not too soon later and the colors fight for dominance under the thin later of sooty skin. Then it's gone again and the Sin shoves his wrist across his mouth, crudely cleaning his lip clean.] Ah- now, that really depends. It takes a lot more than usual to kill us - I'm sure the same was for yours, that right?
[The charm on the bottle squeals when Greed tosses it back onto the dresser. The chain holding it together does a ring-a-round the neck, spinning for a few short beats. But a quick-dart fling of a claw stops it, the movement fast and on target. And metal twirls around the curve of his finger, slipping across it like liquidized gold.] He knew how to make it quick and how to make sure it wasn't entirely a waste. Purification - [He bends towards the bottle and the reflection back is nothing more than a glowing smog of smoke. Until his lips pull wide and a sheen of dagger-sharp white moves aimlessly across the surface. Intangible, but still there; a muddled mix between the rounded, formed canter.] - didn't last as long as he wanted it to, though.
A Philosopher's stone - [The tips of his claws skate a retreat and he motions to his chest. Half tilted away from the Alchemist, yet still very much in view - he runs his nails across his sternum, drawing lines back a little lower to where a human heart would be. Locked behind a cage of ribs and oh, isn't it just avarice to keep something so precious so well hidden.] - not that it matters now, but each one of us had one. If you could purify it without using all the souls up, it's possible we can be salvaged.
[He pauses, rolling the fork of his tongue against the back of his teeth.] Of course, none of the others really had the chance.