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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.   • He's careful to use randomized names on the network the rest of the time; watch out for that if you want your character to contact him about something he said! (Basically just come up with an excuse for them to recognize his writing and all is good.)

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<avaricious>

[nestingdevil]

>>AVARICOUS has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN04

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.