[The first thing he feels is the sun slipping down. The warmth drags away like an anchoring noose, disappearing and replaced by the crisp-cold chill of night. It slowly fingers across the sky, crawling to fill the gaps left by a fresh dusk. Shadows touch the tips of his claws first, giving the look of thick oil running across the too-black color of his fingertips.]
[One pries loose. Hitching from the armrest of his stone-still throne. The next follow; one by one they splinter away to a terrible, cracking tune. Jagged lines zigzag over his forearm and pitch-black lines finally fall away to reveal the skin underneath. The transformation isn't complete yet, but oh - it is a start.]
Ah- [Greed's groans as his jaw staggers open. The breath that comes from him takes on the feeling of smoke. Rising up and out of his throat in a sighing puff. The Sin twists his neck to the side and the bones still left behind pucker, bend, then slip back into place with a trembling-click. More stone falls away from his face, his skin. Egg shells to something newly-born again and if there's irony there, Greed's missed it completely.]
[Instead, he presses the butt of his palm to the back of his skull and jerks it. What changes have occurred are minor at this stage. The racing marks of black stone take on the shape of his 'Shield. Stretching to the crook of his elbows and stopping in erratic up(s) and down(s) of elongated rectangles. It's there that it pauses, only to crop up again near his throat, across his chest. Not entirely swallowing him, no. But threatening ever-so-close with each day that passes.]
[Not that it matters right now. He's got the chance to actually move again and for a creature such as him, that's worth a good plenty.]
[Though in all honesty? It's never, ever enough.]
[The former-homunculus yanks his heels out. Poetic is his position - sitting on a throne set on high, carved out of stone to watch the world pass by. And watch he did - frozen in a prison he could not escape until the bright sun fell away and night came washing in like a cleansing tide. It isn't a position he particular likes. But the jab isn't lost on him and as he finally pries those hazy-purple eyes of his open, the Sin lets a wide grin split his face. Razor-like teeth line his jaw and fan out; interlocking in an exchange made to kill and he can almost feel it now. That need waking him - kick starting like paddles to the chest.]
[Greed pushes himself to his feet and casually shakes the rest of the rock-residue off. Certainly, he's been robbed. But there are just some things that can't be taken so easily.]
[And with the time to spare? He doesn't see any reason that he shouldn't take back the rest.]
Greed | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood | OTA | late to this party
[The first thing he feels is the sun slipping down. The warmth drags away like an anchoring noose, disappearing and replaced by the crisp-cold chill of night. It slowly fingers across the sky, crawling to fill the gaps left by a fresh dusk. Shadows touch the tips of his claws first, giving the look of thick oil running across the too-black color of his fingertips.]
[One pries loose. Hitching from the armrest of his stone-still throne. The next follow; one by one they splinter away to a terrible, cracking tune. Jagged lines zigzag over his forearm and pitch-black lines finally fall away to reveal the skin underneath. The transformation isn't complete yet, but oh - it is a start.]
Ah- [Greed's groans as his jaw staggers open. The breath that comes from him takes on the feeling of smoke. Rising up and out of his throat in a sighing puff. The Sin twists his neck to the side and the bones still left behind pucker, bend, then slip back into place with a trembling-click. More stone falls away from his face, his skin. Egg shells to something newly-born again and if there's irony there, Greed's missed it completely.]
[Instead, he presses the butt of his palm to the back of his skull and jerks it. What changes have occurred are minor at this stage. The racing marks of black stone take on the shape of his 'Shield. Stretching to the crook of his elbows and stopping in erratic up(s) and down(s) of elongated rectangles. It's there that it pauses, only to crop up again near his throat, across his chest. Not entirely swallowing him, no. But threatening ever-so-close with each day that passes.]
[Not that it matters right now. He's got the chance to actually move again and for a creature such as him, that's worth a good plenty.]
[Though in all honesty? It's never, ever enough.]
[The former-homunculus yanks his heels out. Poetic is his position - sitting on a throne set on high, carved out of stone to watch the world pass by. And watch he did - frozen in a prison he could not escape until the bright sun fell away and night came washing in like a cleansing tide. It isn't a position he particular likes. But the jab isn't lost on him and as he finally pries those hazy-purple eyes of his open, the Sin lets a wide grin split his face. Razor-like teeth line his jaw and fan out; interlocking in an exchange made to kill and he can almost feel it now. That need waking him - kick starting like paddles to the chest.]
[Greed pushes himself to his feet and casually shakes the rest of the rock-residue off. Certainly, he's been robbed. But there are just some things that can't be taken so easily.]
[And with the time to spare? He doesn't see any reason that he shouldn't take back the rest.]