[The news about Kimbley isn't at all surprising; he's been dog-tailing his boy-in-blue for however long they've been here. Archer - the name doesn't ring any bells and the Sin doesn't expect it ever truly will. Another piece of the puzzle that doesn't belong to his metaphorical box. His eyelids fall heavy behind his sunglasses, causing slivers of red to cut through his sunglasses. Movement flickers slowly behind them, running like the receding tail-lights of a crawling vehicle. He's watching the sweat roll away. As beads of it tremble up from Ed's skin - like water shook to the surface by some force.]
[As expected, the Alchemist doesn't back down. Not even when instinct makes his spine taut like a wire. The Sin pockets one hand and the other shoots out at an index. He taps his company's shoulder with a terrible grin, amusement laced under fire.] Ha - ! Fine then, just remember -
[He backs away then and a good breeze runs in swiftly. Extending itself across the Alchemist like someone shoving between, spreading themselves to protect the other against another onslaught. Greed's arm falls slack back to his side, the murky thick of his own after-burn now nothing more than dim twinkles of dust. He slaps his foot down as an afterthought and the tail behind him cracks with an interest.] - you'd be working for me. [As he talks, his tail relaxes and the arrow-tipped point sinks into a dresser, pulling out one of the drawers. He doesn't need to see it to know it's there - a key ring. And while it's lost some weight since he first started, there's still pieces of iron left dangling on the line. The end of his tail slips through the circlet of metal, bringing it up and out of the proverbial abyss in a harmony of soft, haunting chimes.]
[He immediately deposits it in the open stretch of his hand.] Yours is down the hall. [The Sin replies and his thumb nail presses into the ring, popping out one solid key. It's a bit smaller than the rest, its teeth crooked and flaked-over in rust damage. Pockets of gnarled metal drill themselves into the base, making it look particularly old. He tosses it to Ed.] I'm sure I don't have to explain how the rest of this works, do I?
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[As expected, the Alchemist doesn't back down. Not even when instinct makes his spine taut like a wire. The Sin pockets one hand and the other shoots out at an index. He taps his company's shoulder with a terrible grin, amusement laced under fire.] Ha - ! Fine then, just remember -
[He backs away then and a good breeze runs in swiftly. Extending itself across the Alchemist like someone shoving between, spreading themselves to protect the other against another onslaught. Greed's arm falls slack back to his side, the murky thick of his own after-burn now nothing more than dim twinkles of dust. He slaps his foot down as an afterthought and the tail behind him cracks with an interest.] - you'd be working for me. [As he talks, his tail relaxes and the arrow-tipped point sinks into a dresser, pulling out one of the drawers. He doesn't need to see it to know it's there - a key ring. And while it's lost some weight since he first started, there's still pieces of iron left dangling on the line. The end of his tail slips through the circlet of metal, bringing it up and out of the proverbial abyss in a harmony of soft, haunting chimes.]
[He immediately deposits it in the open stretch of his hand.] Yours is down the hall. [The Sin replies and his thumb nail presses into the ring, popping out one solid key. It's a bit smaller than the rest, its teeth crooked and flaked-over in rust damage. Pockets of gnarled metal drill themselves into the base, making it look particularly old. He tosses it to Ed.] I'm sure I don't have to explain how the rest of this works, do I?