He is still finding old suits to wear. It seems like when the city fell to ruins that people cared more about more practical attire than three piece suits and the like. So, he acquired a few. Although, they do need to be tailored to fit. Weh.
But that's beside the point. Actually, it is so far outside the point, it may as well not even be allowed to be in the room.
Yuuto stands before the Sin; his hands behind his back as he dips his head in a small little nod. ]
[The Sin's lips graze the top of his drink; a promise of teeth, set and ready to tear a chunk out of Sleep's throat. Much as he won't fight women, the one in question is an exception. A thorn, not so much in his side, but shoved between his ribs and stuck inches from the place where a heart should very well be.]
[Greed stands, shooting back the entire glass in one, fell swoop.] Good. You got yours on you? It'll be a lot easier if I can show you. [He tosses the glass onto a barrel nearby, gesturing at the mask hanging around his throat.]
Simple to start. Should be easy enough for a businessman like yourself to pick up.
[ Yuuto chimes in return before he reaches into his suit to pull out his own mask. His feels almost pointless, but that suits him just fine - a strip of black cloth with eye holes. He pauses to unravel and let everything straighten itself out with gravity before wrapping it around his head - and eyes.
Pause for adjustment!
All done.
He holds his hands out by his face, fingers spread in a "tah-dah" gesture. ]
I'll do my best. I did graduate from quite a renown place back home!
[Greed watches him (intrigued, snide, amused), and his claws pull at the links of his mask, yanking it over his mouth like a breathalyzer. If nothing else, Yuuto does always find a way of keeping things interesting.]
[Entertaining as it is though, they have a job to do. And as the former homunculus moves, he snags a tin can off a tower of boxes. Where it had once held a heavy dose of condensed coconut milk before, now it's full of oil. Of crude, drained from the dregs of engines that had gone dry Truth only knows how long ago. He dips his fingers in and with a roll, he slices his thumb open, squeezing his blood into the mix.]
[All the while, a pattern maps out between their connection. A simple thing to start.] You need blood, right? Funny, that's not too far from the usual. [The last trinkles drip off his nail, marrying the oil as thick as a madman's potion.]
[Greed pulls his claws out, handing the can and its contents around his back to Yuuto.] Start with that. And when you do it, think of something you'd want to keep her away from. Something basic you can draw out in the center of the circle.
[ Holding his chin, he watches the pattern be drawn out and ... blinks. He makes a soft thoughtful sound as he muses about what he has learned.
Lightly scratching his nose with his index finger, he takes the offered can with his free hand. Of course, he had to cut his one hand off so instead of scratching his nose, it is more like lightly swatting at his face with one finger. ]
Ah, I see.
[ He takes a step back before setting the can down and out of the way. After clearing his throat, he proceeds with shrugging off his suit jacket. Folding the jacket, he rests it also out of the way and finally rolls up his sleeves.
It is why he likes suits. Because he has been covering the markings and designs all over his skin - ritualistic carvings that are scarred twice over. Yuuto is only glad that he didn't feel such pain but instead granted a body that already went through it.
Holding his arm out (connected of course to his one working hand), the runes glow red as blood bubbles up to the surface but instead of pouring down onto the floor ... it swirls and slides down to pool into his hand instead.
Kneeling, he hums along as he starts to draw out a similar design to the one that Greed drew. Something in the center -- should he mix blood rituals with alchemy? What would happen? His eyes already a blood red hue glow bright with curiosity but he is a novice among novices. Mixing such things is probably dangerous. So - he doesn't.
Instead he thinks of what he would like to draw out in the center. Hm - something basic? He leans forward before designing simple (ah) like the design on Greed's hand? It seems to be related to homunculus? Hm?
Well, he will just take the design and try to iterate on it. And that is what he starts to do, at least. ]
[All the while, the Sin watches him. Still, stiff, but no less focused. Because he had been right from the very start: the man was hiding something from. Something hidden away under the fine-pressed starch of his suit and carved into his skin in the same manner few (very few) alchemists had taken upon themselves to do. It made it easier when the scales of their intent were already balanced out, and having it inked into their skin simply took out the middle the man. The middle man they sometimes had little time for in a country constantly at war.]
[Greed's mouth thins; the yank of his upper lip, peeling up hard enough to make wrinkles of his nose.] Oh, ho - ! So, you were holding back on me, after all. Cheeky little shit. [The former homunculus guides himself around the symbol. A sign made by the two of them, married in the wickedest sort of way.]
[Why Yuuto chose the ouroboros isn't lost on him, though. It's a blatant nod. A clear tip to the hand that offered the deal in the first place.]
[The Sin barks, throwing himself halfway over his hips, and the spade of his tail cracks at the edge of the transmutation; the whip of it like spare flint, threatening to send the whole thing up in a blaze.] You're a quick learner. But suppose you already told me that, didn't you? [Humming, he reaches over to a bucket nearby, shaking it. Whatever's inside thumps wet against the plastic. Something not too heavy, but equally weighed in flesh and bone.]
[Greed pops the lid off, dragging out the body of a rat. Well, what used to be a rat, at any rate. The poor thing's been mutated to unholy hell. Tiny, stumped legs shoot out of its shoulders, a second mouth gapes dead along its back. The Sin wraps the chord of its split tail around his pinkie and as he pulls it out of the bucket, he drops the container haphazardly onto the ground; its hollow body, thunking loud on the concrete.]
[He places the body onto the corner of the circle, making it run perpendicular to one of its straight lines.] Time to see if it works.
[ He lifts his bad hand to lightly wave in the air - it lacks the fluidity that it once had before he chopped it off in a dream. Instead, it flops about in the air. ]
-- I'm really an ordinary person that will only be mediocre at most of the things that people teach me. Because even if I pick it up quickly, it doesn't mean I'll be able to implement it well.
[ This point is very important.
Could he possibly become good enough that he wouldn't have to make this disclaimer? Possibly. Anything is possible if a person has the drive and potential. But unfortunately, while it's uncertain if he does or does not have the potential, Yuuto most certainly does not have the drive.
He's learning blood rituals because if he doesn't, it would end up troubling people around him. He's learning alchemy because Greed seemed interested in if it could be possible. It's rare that he does things of own volition instead of fulfilling the expectations of others.
If it were up to him, he would laze around and do nothing - sipping what lukewarm tea he could find as he watches everything. Not from above, not like some mastermind, but on the same level as everyone else. An audience that will be sympathetic to the plights and suffering of everyone, yet detached from events as they do not delve into nor have the imagination to guess what their strife may be.
This is why each and every time that he thinks of Greed - he thinks the Sin is much more human than he is. To truly care, to truly want something real for himself, that is really admirable.
While Greed has desires, Yuuto only has curiosity. A silly reason to do anything, if anyone were to ask him.
And that is when the runes wrap themselves around the dead rat - filling it with an unholy red glow that matches his own eyes. The runes crackle with red lightning but he stays where he is - it's interesting how blood rituals and alchemy seems to intersect.
Huh.
It's a brief second as he realizes that he has a fundamental understanding of the workings of a rat's body. How bizarre. But he realizes he can't revive the rat itself. Sad. What he can do is use the materials, however, to construct something else. But what?
Blood and stone and the workings of a small rat's body -- he feels a little bad at what he decides but he creates a blade made of blood, bone, and pieces of stone. The sinew and muscle pieced apart and laced together over and over and over to strengthen the inner workings as the bone is flattened and reshaped.
It's not original.
He's seen it before.
But what was born was a sword - from the sacrifice of those who loved deeply. ]
[There's intent in the way he watches. The stillness about him, the stiffness of it, more similar to that of a rattlesnake, rising up on nothing more than its own coils. He doesn't move. He doesn't even blink. The only sign he's even alive, the swim of his eyes as the slits of them expand into thick, heavy saucers.]
[He had been right, then. Even here, even with the deck full stacked in Sleep's favor, equivalent exchange held some merit, after all.]
[The former homunculus crouches down and as his claws skate along the edge of the circle, the tips of his nails spark along the poured concrete; a horrible sound, no doubt, but if he cared, he doesn't show it. No, he's too lost for that. Too lost in the satisfaction to care if a few of those spits bounce off his boots, smoking the leather of them like the whisper of a dead-end candle. She's made it too easy. She's made it all, too, fucking easy, and it would be her downfall. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day, if he had anything to say about it.]
[Greed's grin yanks across his face, and the laugh that snakes from his chest is a hiss; a canister, letting off the pressure of all the months it's been squeezed far-too tight.] Something exactly like that. [His tail coils on the floor behind him, instinctually finding the meat of his thigh.] Oh, Suits, you have no idea. Don't sell yourself so short. Doesn't suit you. [The joke, if it is one at all, isn't meant to be funny. There's too much behind it. Too much want, too much desire. Too much of that fever of his, making itself known as sure as a venom-rich fang.]
[The Sin wipes the outer edge of the design, smearing it, and the reaction dies. A snuff, wiped out in blood.] Seems only fair you try it first. Pick it up, tell me what it feels like.
I'm just honest. Compared to others, I'm just okay.
[ Yuuto chimes in return; his own voice laces itself with humor and bright laughter, even though he hasn't yet even chuckled. The tone behind Greed's words is something he should address, maybe, but instead he acts as he always does --
-- he attempts to shift and set the mood as he wants. Slowly eroding all the emotion into something else, the conversation flowing as he would like, even if he isn't choosing what the Sin will say.
Which is stronger, he wonders? The unconscious pull that Yuuto gives to lead someone to the emotional state of least resistance or greed? ]
Thank you so much.
[ And he reaches out to carefully pick up the dagger he's created. He also already thinks of who he would give it to - a pause before he jams the blade against the stone. Just out of curiosity - the multiple times he weaved the sinew together, he wonders how strong the blade has become. And he's rewarded with scraping the surface in a reasonable gash. ]
Ah, nice.
[ It still means close-combat fighting but, at least, it is quite sturdy and should cut nicely. He's starting to think like a fantasy weapon creator, and that is when he starts to chuckle to himself. Of course, his skin has become much paler than before but that's just par the course of using blood magic. ]
It seems like it'll be quite nice. I think I know who would appreciate it, too.
[The first test done, the Sin turns on his heels. He doesn't notice the stamps of heat he leaves behind (they're standard, at this point). Nor does he notice just how warm the tip of his tail truly is. Its brief flicker, turning its rings of gold and bronze to a soft, pulsing hue. Even before this place, his temperature had always ran a bit hotter than most. A side effect of his core, pushing away any chill it could before it even had the chance to settle.]
[So, for now, it's nothing for him to be alarmed about. Simply his fever, showing a glimpse of itself.]
Ehh, well don't do that. Not around me. [He starts and as he picks up a stained glass from a barrel nearby, the former homunculus slides a bottle out from the ribs of an old crate.] Worth, Yuuto. Doesn't always mean gold and money. [Greed tips his head, snagging the cork of the bottle between his teeth. One yank of his head, and he rips it out, leaving the hollowness inside to pop like a plugged-drain stopper.]
[Pnk.]
[The Sin pours a bit of the liquor into the glass (something grainy, clear, with a smell pungent enough to knock a man dead) before reaching out behind him to hand it off.] Drink up. If anything, it should help. [Because he didn't miss that change: how pale Yuuto's skin had turned in the aftermath, likely a result of how much he pushed himself.]
[At the end of the day, there was always a cost. Always a price. And nothing, ah nothing, came free, did it?]
[Greed traps the neck of the bottle in his teeth, smiling wicked around the glass.] Oh - ? Do you, now? Got an admirer that's into that sorta thing, Suits? [He cocks his eyebrow just enough - the look on his face, a tempter's sly admiration. It would be surprising if Yuuto had a lover in this place. The man didn't seem the sort.]
[But books, covers, and all. He's not one to judge.]
[ Yuuto has to make a strained noise over being told that he shouldn't act humble. He lightly scratches the side of his face - he wonders if he should explain how mediocre he is compared to others of his world.
However, that would be gossiping about things he shouldn't gossip about.
For as much as he loves to yap, he understands his words could affect the comfort of others. It isn't like chatting with Kanoe and Satsuki.
His mouth opens to let out a small little sigh. ]
I'm afraid you'll have to accept a very bad trait of mine, Greed-san.
[ Since he would rather he not lie and agree, he decides to just admit that he has bad habits. ]
Ah? [ And the glass is taken gratefully. He gives it a little shake - swirling the contents - before a sip follows. His eyes direct themselves on the flames. A little laugh breathes out his nose - disturbing the surface of his drink - as he mulls over those with fire that he has some affection toward. ]
I wouldn't say that it's an admirer. More it will be useful to him.
[ His eyes close as he smiles; his head swims with the liquid. Anemia and alcohol mix interestingly; he thinks he might end up drunk by the time he finishes what he's been given. ]
[The Sin finishes his sip with a slow roll of his tongue. Yuuto is, by every means, an odd sort. Where his wants and motivations are as murky as the very swill they're drinking, and whatever allegiances he has here or otherwise are less tangible and more like a thin shine of something, swimming in the slurry of it all. He can't quite wrap his hands around them, but it doesn't really matter. It never has. Let the man keep 'em, if that's what he really wants.]
[Besides, it's not the first time he's had to deal with someone similar. And, no doubt, it won't be his last.]
[The Sin preens, the tips of his teeth framing around the neck of the bottle like the insides of a reversed iron maiden, and the sound in his chest buries itself deep inside the glass.] Mn. We'll work on that, then. Don't expect ya to change that nature of yours overnight, Suits. But you should at least know your value. It'll make it easier if you ever find yourself on the bad end of a rotten deal. [He sets the bottle down, leaving its contents to spin in a slow, counterclockwise motion. Greed settles his back against one of the boxy towers behind him and as he leans into it, he slides one of his legs over the other; the slip of his ankles, tying themselves loosely together.]
[He arches an eyebrow.] No? A friend, then? [The former homunculus plants the butts of his hands on either side of one of the large, wooden crates making up the center of the pile, forcing its splintered wood to creak and groan.] Eh, never mind. None of my business. You can do whatever you want with it. Just let me know if it ends up doing something interesting, hmn? Still figuring out what the limits here are.
[ His eyes actually close at the end of that sentence. He is smiling but he seems to look very unhappy about the idea. How could he possibly explain how mediocre he was compared to the others of his world?
Kamui. Seishirou. Subaru. Karen.
All of them were either professionals or passionate about their craft. They had something that they wanted to protect and do for themselves. Yuuto has his curiosity and his suffocating apathy. His analysis of himself is that he has potential but no drive; he'll never be worth much of anything.
A spectator in his own life and he's pleased with that position. However, this isn't the first time he's heard these kind of complaints. His younger sister also wanted him to care more about himself and everything - she worried constantly about the kind of person he was. But he doesn't think that will be the same with Greed. Fingers crossed!
So he lets out a small laugh. ]
Well, so long as you don't mind to know... I'll be sure to let them know to let you know if anything happens. [ A little laugh. ] It's a bit of a telephone but it should be okay.
[He slouches, then; the easy slump of his shoulders, leaving his body tilted at a slight cant. Self-worth, he's coming to find, is something people either value, or they don't. And it isn't a huge change from the types he's met before. Each person was different, and the ones Sleep chose to drag into her mess of things are a similar bunch: some with big enough egos to choke a horse and others, like Yuuto, who seemed more than happy to shrink himself down; as if the praise, itself, felt more like a backhand than a compliment.]
[Greed pries his fingers off the crate and as he lifts his hand, he shoos the conversation away with a wave of his wrist.] Sure. Just leave some of the details out of it, hmn? Would rather keep certain people from getting involved if we can. [Specifically those aligned with Sleep and her constant agenda. They didn't need to know jack or shit as far as he's concerned. Not that they could stop him, anyway. Not unless they wanted to put him six feet under and even then, death isn't exactly a thing that lasts.]
[The Sin's tail wafts off the floor, a wave-like motion, and he lifts his chin to meet Yuuto's eyes.] What we did here, the way part, stays between you and me. Hope that won't be too much of a problem.
But he supposes that he doesn't need to show anyone how he does anything. He need only just produce results. In that way, it's like presenting a spreadsheet to someone who doesn't even use a computer anymore.
He gives a small little nod in agreement. ]
Very well. That should be easy.
[ He's just a printing press for daggers made out of living creatures and some home repair. How nice. ]
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He is still finding old suits to wear. It seems like when the city fell to ruins that people cared more about more practical attire than three piece suits and the like. So, he acquired a few. Although, they do need to be tailored to fit. Weh.
But that's beside the point. Actually, it is so far outside the point, it may as well not even be allowed to be in the room.
Yuuto stands before the Sin; his hands behind his back as he dips his head in a small little nod. ]
Whenever you are, O' Sin of Greed.
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[Greed stands, shooting back the entire glass in one, fell swoop.] Good. You got yours on you? It'll be a lot easier if I can show you. [He tosses the glass onto a barrel nearby, gesturing at the mask hanging around his throat.]
Simple to start. Should be easy enough for a businessman like yourself to pick up.
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[ Yuuto chimes in return before he reaches into his suit to pull out his own mask. His feels almost pointless, but that suits him just fine - a strip of black cloth with eye holes. He pauses to unravel and let everything straighten itself out with gravity before wrapping it around his head - and eyes.
Pause for adjustment!
All done.
He holds his hands out by his face, fingers spread in a "tah-dah" gesture. ]
I'll do my best. I did graduate from quite a renown place back home!
CW: Blood, Mild Self-Harm (Science-Adjacent)
[Entertaining as it is though, they have a job to do. And as the former homunculus moves, he snags a tin can off a tower of boxes. Where it had once held a heavy dose of condensed coconut milk before, now it's full of oil. Of crude, drained from the dregs of engines that had gone dry Truth only knows how long ago. He dips his fingers in and with a roll, he slices his thumb open, squeezing his blood into the mix.]
[All the while, a pattern maps out between their connection. A simple thing to start.] You need blood, right? Funny, that's not too far from the usual. [The last trinkles drip off his nail, marrying the oil as thick as a madman's potion.]
[Greed pulls his claws out, handing the can and its contents around his back to Yuuto.] Start with that. And when you do it, think of something you'd want to keep her away from. Something basic you can draw out in the center of the circle.
CW: Blood, Mild Self-Harm (Science-Adjacent)
Lightly scratching his nose with his index finger, he takes the offered can with his free hand. Of course, he had to cut his one hand off so instead of scratching his nose, it is more like lightly swatting at his face with one finger. ]
Ah, I see.
[ He takes a step back before setting the can down and out of the way. After clearing his throat, he proceeds with shrugging off his suit jacket. Folding the jacket, he rests it also out of the way and finally rolls up his sleeves.
It is why he likes suits. Because he has been covering the markings and designs all over his skin - ritualistic carvings that are scarred twice over. Yuuto is only glad that he didn't feel such pain but instead granted a body that already went through it.
Holding his arm out (connected of course to his one working hand), the runes glow red as blood bubbles up to the surface but instead of pouring down onto the floor ... it swirls and slides down to pool into his hand instead.
Kneeling, he hums along as he starts to draw out a similar design to the one that Greed drew. Something in the center -- should he mix blood rituals with alchemy? What would happen? His eyes already a blood red hue glow bright with curiosity but he is a novice among novices. Mixing such things is probably dangerous. So - he doesn't.
Instead he thinks of what he would like to draw out in the center. Hm - something basic? He leans forward before designing simple (ah) like the design on Greed's hand? It seems to be related to homunculus? Hm?
Well, he will just take the design and try to iterate on it. And that is what he starts to do, at least. ]
CW: Blood, Brief Mentions of War, Dead Animal Host (Rat), Descriptions of Body Horror (Rat Adjacent)
[Greed's mouth thins; the yank of his upper lip, peeling up hard enough to make wrinkles of his nose.] Oh, ho - ! So, you were holding back on me, after all. Cheeky little shit. [The former homunculus guides himself around the symbol. A sign made by the two of them, married in the wickedest sort of way.]
[Why Yuuto chose the ouroboros isn't lost on him, though. It's a blatant nod. A clear tip to the hand that offered the deal in the first place.]
[The Sin barks, throwing himself halfway over his hips, and the spade of his tail cracks at the edge of the transmutation; the whip of it like spare flint, threatening to send the whole thing up in a blaze.] You're a quick learner. But suppose you already told me that, didn't you? [Humming, he reaches over to a bucket nearby, shaking it. Whatever's inside thumps wet against the plastic. Something not too heavy, but equally weighed in flesh and bone.]
[Greed pops the lid off, dragging out the body of a rat. Well, what used to be a rat, at any rate. The poor thing's been mutated to unholy hell. Tiny, stumped legs shoot out of its shoulders, a second mouth gapes dead along its back. The Sin wraps the chord of its split tail around his pinkie and as he pulls it out of the bucket, he drops the container haphazardly onto the ground; its hollow body, thunking loud on the concrete.]
[He places the body onto the corner of the circle, making it run perpendicular to one of its straight lines.] Time to see if it works.
cw: uh making weapons out of body parts I GUESSS
[ He lifts his bad hand to lightly wave in the air - it lacks the fluidity that it once had before he chopped it off in a dream. Instead, it flops about in the air. ]
-- I'm really an ordinary person that will only be mediocre at most of the things that people teach me. Because even if I pick it up quickly, it doesn't mean I'll be able to implement it well.
[ This point is very important.
Could he possibly become good enough that he wouldn't have to make this disclaimer? Possibly. Anything is possible if a person has the drive and potential. But unfortunately, while it's uncertain if he does or does not have the potential, Yuuto most certainly does not have the drive.
He's learning blood rituals because if he doesn't, it would end up troubling people around him. He's learning alchemy because Greed seemed interested in if it could be possible. It's rare that he does things of own volition instead of fulfilling the expectations of others.
If it were up to him, he would laze around and do nothing - sipping what lukewarm tea he could find as he watches everything. Not from above, not like some mastermind, but on the same level as everyone else. An audience that will be sympathetic to the plights and suffering of everyone, yet detached from events as they do not delve into nor have the imagination to guess what their strife may be.
This is why each and every time that he thinks of Greed - he thinks the Sin is much more human than he is. To truly care, to truly want something real for himself, that is really admirable.
While Greed has desires, Yuuto only has curiosity. A silly reason to do anything, if anyone were to ask him.
And that is when the runes wrap themselves around the dead rat - filling it with an unholy red glow that matches his own eyes. The runes crackle with red lightning but he stays where he is - it's interesting how blood rituals and alchemy seems to intersect.
Huh.
It's a brief second as he realizes that he has a fundamental understanding of the workings of a rat's body. How bizarre. But he realizes he can't revive the rat itself. Sad. What he can do is use the materials, however, to construct something else. But what?
Blood and stone and the workings of a small rat's body -- he feels a little bad at what he decides but he creates a blade made of blood, bone, and pieces of stone. The sinew and muscle pieced apart and laced together over and over and over to strengthen the inner workings as the bone is flattened and reshaped.
It's not original.
He's seen it before.
But what was born was a sword - from the sacrifice of those who loved deeply. ]
Something like this?
[ He points at what he's made and smiles. ]
What a dull first attempt, wouldn't you agree?
CW: Blood
[He had been right, then. Even here, even with the deck full stacked in Sleep's favor, equivalent exchange held some merit, after all.]
[The former homunculus crouches down and as his claws skate along the edge of the circle, the tips of his nails spark along the poured concrete; a horrible sound, no doubt, but if he cared, he doesn't show it. No, he's too lost for that. Too lost in the satisfaction to care if a few of those spits bounce off his boots, smoking the leather of them like the whisper of a dead-end candle. She's made it too easy. She's made it all, too, fucking easy, and it would be her downfall. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day, if he had anything to say about it.]
[Greed's grin yanks across his face, and the laugh that snakes from his chest is a hiss; a canister, letting off the pressure of all the months it's been squeezed far-too tight.] Something exactly like that. [His tail coils on the floor behind him, instinctually finding the meat of his thigh.] Oh, Suits, you have no idea. Don't sell yourself so short. Doesn't suit you. [The joke, if it is one at all, isn't meant to be funny. There's too much behind it. Too much want, too much desire. Too much of that fever of his, making itself known as sure as a venom-rich fang.]
[The Sin wipes the outer edge of the design, smearing it, and the reaction dies. A snuff, wiped out in blood.] Seems only fair you try it first. Pick it up, tell me what it feels like.
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[ Yuuto chimes in return; his own voice laces itself with humor and bright laughter, even though he hasn't yet even chuckled. The tone behind Greed's words is something he should address, maybe, but instead he acts as he always does --
-- he attempts to shift and set the mood as he wants. Slowly eroding all the emotion into something else, the conversation flowing as he would like, even if he isn't choosing what the Sin will say.
Which is stronger, he wonders? The unconscious pull that Yuuto gives to lead someone to the emotional state of least resistance or greed? ]
Thank you so much.
[ And he reaches out to carefully pick up the dagger he's created. He also already thinks of who he would give it to - a pause before he jams the blade against the stone. Just out of curiosity - the multiple times he weaved the sinew together, he wonders how strong the blade has become. And he's rewarded with scraping the surface in a reasonable gash. ]
Ah, nice.
[ It still means close-combat fighting but, at least, it is quite sturdy and should cut nicely. He's starting to think like a fantasy weapon creator, and that is when he starts to chuckle to himself. Of course, his skin has become much paler than before but that's just par the course of using blood magic. ]
It seems like it'll be quite nice. I think I know who would appreciate it, too.
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[So, for now, it's nothing for him to be alarmed about. Simply his fever, showing a glimpse of itself.]
Ehh, well don't do that. Not around me. [He starts and as he picks up a stained glass from a barrel nearby, the former homunculus slides a bottle out from the ribs of an old crate.] Worth, Yuuto. Doesn't always mean gold and money. [Greed tips his head, snagging the cork of the bottle between his teeth. One yank of his head, and he rips it out, leaving the hollowness inside to pop like a plugged-drain stopper.]
[Pnk.]
[The Sin pours a bit of the liquor into the glass (something grainy, clear, with a smell pungent enough to knock a man dead) before reaching out behind him to hand it off.] Drink up. If anything, it should help. [Because he didn't miss that change: how pale Yuuto's skin had turned in the aftermath, likely a result of how much he pushed himself.]
[At the end of the day, there was always a cost. Always a price. And nothing, ah nothing, came free, did it?]
[Greed traps the neck of the bottle in his teeth, smiling wicked around the glass.] Oh - ? Do you, now? Got an admirer that's into that sorta thing, Suits? [He cocks his eyebrow just enough - the look on his face, a tempter's sly admiration. It would be surprising if Yuuto had a lover in this place. The man didn't seem the sort.]
[But books, covers, and all. He's not one to judge.]
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[ Yuuto has to make a strained noise over being told that he shouldn't act humble. He lightly scratches the side of his face - he wonders if he should explain how mediocre he is compared to others of his world.
However, that would be gossiping about things he shouldn't gossip about.
For as much as he loves to yap, he understands his words could affect the comfort of others. It isn't like chatting with Kanoe and Satsuki.
His mouth opens to let out a small little sigh. ]
I'm afraid you'll have to accept a very bad trait of mine, Greed-san.
[ Since he would rather he not lie and agree, he decides to just admit that he has bad habits. ]
Ah? [ And the glass is taken gratefully. He gives it a little shake - swirling the contents - before a sip follows. His eyes direct themselves on the flames. A little laugh breathes out his nose - disturbing the surface of his drink - as he mulls over those with fire that he has some affection toward. ]
I wouldn't say that it's an admirer. More it will be useful to him.
[ His eyes close as he smiles; his head swims with the liquid. Anemia and alcohol mix interestingly; he thinks he might end up drunk by the time he finishes what he's been given. ]
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[Besides, it's not the first time he's had to deal with someone similar. And, no doubt, it won't be his last.]
[The Sin preens, the tips of his teeth framing around the neck of the bottle like the insides of a reversed iron maiden, and the sound in his chest buries itself deep inside the glass.] Mn. We'll work on that, then. Don't expect ya to change that nature of yours overnight, Suits. But you should at least know your value. It'll make it easier if you ever find yourself on the bad end of a rotten deal. [He sets the bottle down, leaving its contents to spin in a slow, counterclockwise motion. Greed settles his back against one of the boxy towers behind him and as he leans into it, he slides one of his legs over the other; the slip of his ankles, tying themselves loosely together.]
[He arches an eyebrow.] No? A friend, then? [The former homunculus plants the butts of his hands on either side of one of the large, wooden crates making up the center of the pile, forcing its splintered wood to creak and groan.] Eh, never mind. None of my business. You can do whatever you want with it. Just let me know if it ends up doing something interesting, hmn? Still figuring out what the limits here are.
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[ His eyes actually close at the end of that sentence. He is smiling but he seems to look very unhappy about the idea. How could he possibly explain how mediocre he was compared to the others of his world?
Kamui. Seishirou. Subaru. Karen.
All of them were either professionals or passionate about their craft. They had something that they wanted to protect and do for themselves. Yuuto has his curiosity and his suffocating apathy. His analysis of himself is that he has potential but no drive; he'll never be worth much of anything.
A spectator in his own life and he's pleased with that position. However, this isn't the first time he's heard these kind of complaints. His younger sister also wanted him to care more about himself and everything - she worried constantly about the kind of person he was. But he doesn't think that will be the same with Greed. Fingers crossed!
So he lets out a small laugh. ]
Well, so long as you don't mind to know... I'll be sure to let them know to let you know if anything happens. [ A little laugh. ] It's a bit of a telephone but it should be okay.
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[Greed pries his fingers off the crate and as he lifts his hand, he shoos the conversation away with a wave of his wrist.] Sure. Just leave some of the details out of it, hmn? Would rather keep certain people from getting involved if we can. [Specifically those aligned with Sleep and her constant agenda. They didn't need to know jack or shit as far as he's concerned. Not that they could stop him, anyway. Not unless they wanted to put him six feet under and even then, death isn't exactly a thing that lasts.]
[The Sin's tail wafts off the floor, a wave-like motion, and he lifts his chin to meet Yuuto's eyes.] What we did here, the way part, stays between you and me. Hope that won't be too much of a problem.
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But he supposes that he doesn't need to show anyone how he does anything. He need only just produce results. In that way, it's like presenting a spreadsheet to someone who doesn't even use a computer anymore.
He gives a small little nod in agreement. ]
Very well. That should be easy.
[ He's just a printing press for daggers made out of living creatures and some home repair. How nice. ]