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makehistoria) wrote2014-11-10 08:49 pm
makehistoria) wrote2014-11-10 08:49 pm
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| • Stocke uses <swordpacts> and <moirae> interchangeably; the former especially for Devil's Nest business. Any of his friends/fellow Nest employees probably have his number. |
<swordpacts>
[...]
don't know what he told you back then
but what i saw
doesn't matter
he's one of yours , so i'll watch out for him if it comes to it
but i'll be watching him at the same time
i'll give them a word
[...]
haven't seen the new one yet
<avaricious>
["you shouldn't trust me either."]
[For a while, his side of the line is dim. The furnace dully pops off its spit; the window's curtain lurches and shrinks against its frame. Greed dips somewhere, unseen and unheard. Trust - it's not something so easily earned. It comes with years, with days, exchanged, leveraged and spent. However, all things considered: they've had their share, haven't they? Time and time again - ]
[The Sin sucks a breath deep down and as he exhales, a flee of smoke races from his gullet.] Don't be stupid, Stocke. If I didn't trust you, you wouldn't be here in the first place. It's the same with him. What the two of you have done - do you really think I'm about to hold it against you? [The tnk of glass that follows him is practically picturesque. His knuckle, rapping against the lip of an ashtray. A clump of used ash, falling away as lightly as a feather, taken by a breeze. The former homunculus tosses out his arm.] You should know me better than that.
[Crt, and the porcelain dish lifts into his hand.] I know you will. It's the reason I told you in the first place. What, do you think this is my first time? [The Sin tips his head and while the recording doesn't give much, the feel of it. It's as if his smile could burn through the radio waves; a small sliver of hell cooking, just cooking, a demand for attention.]
Glad to hear it. You're not always so reasonable. And don't worry - if he pulls another stunt, I'll take care of it. Try to calm down once in a while, hmn? [One of his wings stretches outward. Like all else, the expanse of it creates a kind of suffocation. A constant fume of heat and fuel, igniting in a welcoming atmosphere.] Hmn - ? Ah, right.
[Greed pops his shoulder.] Her name's Laura. She might not particularly like me very much, but it seems Mason and her get along fine. I'm sure she won't be a problem for you.
<swordpacts>
[...]
laura
alright
i'll ask mason about her
<avaricious>
See, wasn't that hard, right? [On the other side of the line, the Sin lazily tilts his head. The gem looped through his ear quietly trills a second time, his smoke air(ily) leaks. Stocke's a creature of caution when he has to be. Not to himself, no, but everything else - ]
[Greed's fingers spiral and a candle nearby shoos to life. Fwoos.] Relax, friend - if I thought it was going to be a problem again, I would have already taken care of it. Besides, even if he does try to pull another stunt - [Briskly and far-too-suddenly, the flicker of fire violently snuffs out. It hisses between the pads of his fingers like a cut-short fuse; a statement, a punctuation, silent with its threat.]
[Mello's already taken his chance. There won't be a second time.]
[The former homunculus cleans his fingers and as his nails swipe, a dramatic sigh fissures in his chest.] Ehhh. You really need to learn not to take things so seriously. I've been around a long time, Stocke. You don't actually believe someone hasn't tried it before, do you? People like that - they either learn, or they don't. So try not to hold it too much against him, hmn? There's no point.
[Because it's done. M's learned his lesson, Linden's got the notes; if they didn't get it the first time, the second? Well - ]
[Another rustle hisses through the receiver and Greed drops a half-damp towel onto the chair nearby.] Worry about that tomorrow. Now go. I don't really care what you do, but try to do something worth it, would ya? You can be a real stiff sometimes -
[Of course, his tone is teasing. A light jab, a soft nudge. All too often, the other's on a constant state of alarm. Be it the Gods, their followers, a threat, something else. Greed perks his head and as the door behind him sways open, the change in his expression is audible. A hint that tonight, ah tonight.]
[He has a little company in mind.]
I'll leave you to it. Just remember what I told you, Stocke. [Crt, crt, crt, goes a talon: Nois's telltale entrance.] Fun isn't all that bad, y'know.