Oi, oi, oi - [His voice drones out. The change in demeanor is far too easy to pinpoint. Like a flipped switch and Greed stills his movement for a second. Ten years - sure, Lab 5's design had been just for that. A place to further good ol'Pop's plan. He'd been there only twice in his long time living - the first had been when he still ran with the rest of them. But by that point, his avarice had already been pulling him in a different direction. Leading him elsewhere, far away. He hadn't been too focused on what was inside, only that it held somethings worth stealing in the future.]
[The second time, he had done just that.] You've got it all wrong, friend. You weren't there. [Another prison, sure. The story of The Crimson Alchemist hadn't gone on deaf ears - Greed knew him, saw the papers, and didn't pay it much mind. The military was a show within a show. It didn't really matter what they said.]
[In the end, it was all just one big lie meant to cover up the truth. There hadn't been a need to dig further.]
[Yet here they are. Greed's eyes narrow behind his sunglasses and a simmer of red briefly flicks between the glass.] I was in Dublith for a long time, pal. Anyone who went there would have heard the story eventually.
I'm not interested in hurting you and besides you're right - [This time, the Sin straightens. His shoulders roll back, the fur at his collar caresses at the angle of his jaw. He's staring Kimbley down and as the dark takes his face, that red glow pierces through his shades again. Humming for a second and fading when he waltzes right under the pale moonlight.] - there's no benefit in lying to me. I make it a point not to lie. Call it one of my rules.
[Now, though, he's close. A foot of breathing room between himself and the Alchemist. Greed slouches a bit to get on his level, to stare at those unfamiliar eyes. No - it isn't one of his. Couldn't be. They didn't keep anything from before, no scrap of their former lives to bring on home. There had been no love lost between his rag-tag gang and those high up on Central hill. But this one - he claimed he was a State Alchemist, a pretty infamous one at that. And that blue - ]
[Greed's claws skate across the epaulets on Kimbley's shoulder, bouncing when he lets them and catching when he forgets.] I've got nothing against you and yours, friend. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time one of your wandered a little too south. I'm not about to hold it against ya.
no sweat! just let me know if this works for ya
[The second time, he had done just that.] You've got it all wrong, friend. You weren't there. [Another prison, sure. The story of The Crimson Alchemist hadn't gone on deaf ears - Greed knew him, saw the papers, and didn't pay it much mind. The military was a show within a show. It didn't really matter what they said.]
[In the end, it was all just one big lie meant to cover up the truth. There hadn't been a need to dig further.]
[Yet here they are. Greed's eyes narrow behind his sunglasses and a simmer of red briefly flicks between the glass.] I was in Dublith for a long time, pal. Anyone who went there would have heard the story eventually.
I'm not interested in hurting you and besides you're right - [This time, the Sin straightens. His shoulders roll back, the fur at his collar caresses at the angle of his jaw. He's staring Kimbley down and as the dark takes his face, that red glow pierces through his shades again. Humming for a second and fading when he waltzes right under the pale moonlight.] - there's no benefit in lying to me. I make it a point not to lie. Call it one of my rules.
[Now, though, he's close. A foot of breathing room between himself and the Alchemist. Greed slouches a bit to get on his level, to stare at those unfamiliar eyes. No - it isn't one of his. Couldn't be. They didn't keep anything from before, no scrap of their former lives to bring on home. There had been no love lost between his rag-tag gang and those high up on Central hill. But this one - he claimed he was a State Alchemist, a pretty infamous one at that. And that blue - ]
[Greed's claws skate across the epaulets on Kimbley's shoulder, bouncing when he lets them and catching when he forgets.] I've got nothing against you and yours, friend. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time one of your wandered a little too south. I'm not about to hold it against ya.