♠ what's your name because i'm impressed

nestingdevil — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 01:36:16 GMT

→ PLAYER INFORMATION;
Name: Tony | That Damn Monster
Personal Journal: was over @ venomized | no longer active
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Timezone: Eastern Standard; Boston, MA

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION;
Character Name: Greed
Character Journal: nestingdevil
Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Canon Point: After the second untimely demise at the end of the series.
Canon Building: The Devil's Nest; Here

The 'Nest is Greed's personal hide out when he's introduced and it's the bar he calls home. His original gang came from here and it's probably one of the most important places to him. It's where everything first went south.

It's a dive-bar on the bad side of town; two floors to be seen from the street with a large basement that connects to a sewer below. Plenty of exits, probably because the man isn't exactly the most ... virtuous thing to ever be made.

The Devil's Nest is composed of brick, concrete, and wood. Think your good-old biker bar and you probably have it down pretty right. Once the building's in town, Greed will reside there - gathering things, people, etc to fill it up again.

History: Here

Personality:
Greed has the atmosphere of a person that just does not give a fuck, to put it frank. He wants it all - money, power, status, women, sex. To quote, "He wants the finer things in life." But despite his avarice, Greed has a very friendly demeanor - all smiles that welcome each and every person into his arms. Well, for the most part anyway. He comes off very frank and he's not afraid to show people who he is. The attention he gets, the feeling he gets - that is what matters to him. Status doesn't just mean money and power (though as I said previously, those are important too) - people matter. What they think of him matters - how they act around him matters. Everything is a possession for Greed and that is how he lives his life.

He's a care free kind of guy, sends his anxiety to the wind kind of guy. But he'll be the first to claim someone if they're loyal and once he's done that, he's there for life. Or as long as said person lasts. Greed does things his own way and he has no intention of following orders or rules. He'll break them as soon as he gets that spark of want, need - which is to say, he'll be quick to turn tail from law and order at the drop of a hat.

If one happens to get on his bad side, he can be vicious. But he has no intention of harming "women and people with loved ones." He'll spare a foe if they turn around and walk the other way. But if they continue to threaten his things, he'll stop at nothing to bring said offender down. And he does it with class and style.

Greed is also vain - as vain as he can be. His "ultimate shield" comes with the price and that price is less elegance than he's comfortable with. When he first shows off his ace-in-the-hole to the elder Elric brother, he even states that his shield form "isn't flattering."

Seems Greed also has a soft spot for outcasts, as seen with his taking in of the chimera from Lab 5. God help the outcasts all right - and Greed is the very man to do so.

Imported Character History: None
Powers/Abilities:

➥ ABILITIES Greed is "immortal." That doesn't mean he can't die exactly, because that was proven false over and over again in Brotherhood. But he has an amazing ability to regenerate. He also doesn't seem to age at all - at 200, he looks at the most in his mid-to-late twenties. He also possesses the Ultimate Shield ability - it's a shell over his skin made out of carbon and seems to be as hard as diamond ( not to be too cliche) - he seems to be able to harden on command, but sometimes the shield comes up involuntarily, as seen when he possesses Ling in his first fight with Wrath in the prince's body.
➥ SKILLS Greed's got some hand-to-hand combat skills, but he doesn't have any sort of "technique." He's good on the defense and fast on his feet. It doesn't look as if he had any formal training.
➥ TALENTS He's a great talker.

→ SAMPLES;
First Person Sample:
[Snap, crackle, pop. It sounds like a spine's being readjusted, the grinding of bones falling back into place. Then a sigh - long winded and exaggerated. Two foot falls follow and they're crisp, cut -]

[ - sharp. ] Well, that wasn't very nice.

[Feed picks up a curved boot heel - one that seems to rocket right up and cut the dark. It rises and falls, picks up a slow beat and the owner? Hums low in his throat.] Eh-

[From crooked boots to a crooked smile, the recording catches more of the newly-arrived guest. Hair that spikes at points, eyes hidden under a pair of dark-round shades. Fur-cuffed leather vest that fans out and spirals around a thick throat.]

[And teeth. Horribly and terribly sharp; sliced-cut that could be akin to a shark's. They snap together, line in a nice row that pulls at a pair of lips.] Should I even know where this is on a map?

[But there's no one to answer in the dark. Wherever the man - creature - is, he's in a place with little light. Maybe a flicker here or there of some faulty wiring from above. But that doesn't seem to bother him the slightest. Instead, he moves to stand - pushes a butt of a heel into the back of his skull and cricks it to the left, then the right.]

Ha-! Well, I'll say this much - I'm certainly surprised.

[But now, he's staring down at the feed. Least, it seems so. Hard to gauge with those black panes of glass making sockets out of his eyes. He quirks a brow right up - a gesture that could have been innocent had his smile had less of a Cheshire's flavor to it.] - oh? Now, what's all this about?

[Lift of the recording and the man places a hand to his chest. Let's his fingers crawl up, hook into a collar bone. And a sliver of lighting catches in his shades; sends them stark silver.]

A recording huh? Well - if you just tuned in, the name's Greed. [He dips low - incredibly low. Bends over the curve of his hips and brings his shoulders up as he mock-bows and gestures with a swing of his other arm.]

- And I'd like to be your friend.

Third Person Sample:
➥♠

nestingdevil — Mon, 02 Jul 2012 02:10:50 GMT

Meme answer. Jesus christ.

Oh my fuck I can't believe I am doing this.

Everything was his.

That was a given. A simple phrase, a simple need. Everything was his to be owned, to be possessed, to be coveted and held for as long as he lasted. Money, power, sex, status - he had done the speech a thousand times, said it to all that would listen. Some gave way to his fancies, bent over and gave, gave, gave. Others though? They were spoken for, tied in knots.

Two in particular had captured him, though. The old man and his wife - they were a thing of absolute beauty, a treasure. Javert had won him in a fair game, played his cards, and tricked the devil into giving away his violin. On the side lines, the woman cheered and pressed her husband. A dangerous duo that promised a fun time, if not a dangerous one.

Greed loved no one, that was true. But he loved his possessions.

And while maybe, just maybe, they could never be his, he could think on it. Catch all their notes on his feed, save them for another time. Beckon them when he thought something of interest would actually get their attention. And he could drink them in when the pair showed up at his door. Never touching, always watching.

Javert would give him the cold shoulder. Always crisp and thin, like a knife. Naomi would give him a warm smile, cool promises. And he would take them all, with a smile and a laugh. Because who really needed to know?

He'd stay up, thinking about it. Thinking about them. When sleep wasn't an option and the bar could no longer hold his attention. When he was alone in his Den of Thieves, the fan lulling him into a false sense of feeling. A placid feeling. It would always come down to them.

"I'll just have to keep an eye out for other ways that I can tempt you into spending time with just me..."

"You know where to send for me should you have want or need of me..."

Greed laughed and shot back scotch. Drowned down his thoughts in it before picking himself up from a stool. Want. Needs. Desire. What was avarice but those? And what was a gold band between friends, between his things.

➥ VOICE MAIL.

nestingdevil — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 02:02:56 GMT

[Greed's voice purrs out in metallic static. There's the faintest catch of the radio - something sultry, jazzy.]

If you've got the number, it means I like ya. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm out right now - all work and no play. If you're looking for a face-face visit, head down to The Devil's Nest. I'll be glad to entertain.

[Thunk go a pair of boots.] If you're looking for something personal, you know what to do.

[Click.]

| For IC, OOC comments and plotting. Stole this shit like it was burning. And I'm not ashamed.

➥ NARRATIVE | Getting The Devil's Nest

nestingdevil — Tue, 12 Jun 2012 01:48:26 GMT

It had stood out to him, beckoning him in closer with loosely-fitted doors that whacked up against the frame when an occasional gust of wind blew in off the junk yard. The steps were slanted and the boards were puckered with the marks of bar fights from yesteryears. Half the windows were smashed out and their remnants were littered on the dust front like fool's diamonds. Greed loved the place the first time he saw it and he claimed it as his own.

The electricity didn't work, even when he flicked the light switch off and on a few times. There was a bar still set up in back, but it was coated in a year's worth of dust. Greed ran his fingers across the counter top, catching the dirt and grim there and holding it between his index and thumb. He raised it to his nose, smelled it, then laughed. His voice echoed in the empty space and bounced down the various twists and turns of the old bar.

"What a good find!" He yelled to no in particular. There was no one to yell to. But that would all change, he just needed a bit of time. A day or two and the place would be kicking it hot. Thankfully, he had a whole junk yard to play with and enough hop in his step to get the job done.

The homunculus shrugged off his vest and tossed it on a bar stool. He yawned, showing off his teeth - the mirror behind the bar reflected a ghost-image of himself, fuzzy and dim. He grinned at it and shoved a hand into his pocket. "Don't you worry about it," he said. "-we'll get right back on course. You'll see."

Again, he had no audience to approve of the jibe at himself.

Out back, there were two separate hallways that Greed imagined had two separate exits. He took the one he thought would be closest to the junk yard. And intuition did not deceive him. A chain-link fence blocked him, but he bolted up it like a cat up a tree, and landed feet-first in a crouch on the dirt. Dark was moving in, sliding like fingers across a fire-red sky. Greed's sunglasses caught the colors and rolled them through pitches of silver.

There was plenty go through - humans left all sorts of junk behind! Well, humans and who knew who or what else. Greed was excited at the idea of meeting new things - he loved things, wanted things, needed things. He collected things of all shapes and sizes and he was ever eager to again fill his nest with all the things normal folks feared.

Before realizing it, his avarice had him peeling through the litter. He found the old husk of a motorcycle, which he promptly placed in the "keep" pile. It needed some work, but it would be a fine piece for the bar. Beyond that, he dug further, finding all sorts of useful scraps: a giant plank of square wood, a tub basin, a baker's rack - "Who the hell gives up this stuff?" Greed's grin spread from ear to ear as he looked at his reflection in an old hub-cap before tossing it over into his pile.

The sun was starting to set as he dragged his things back inside. He noticed the slight effort he was exerting and noted that his core felt a shade light. Side effects from the unexpected trip, he supposed. It didn't felt gone - he could still feel those souls rolling about inside him, but they were quiet.

He shrugged.

His cash was tossed out onto the floor messily and he patted his hands against one another, shaking off dust. Most of the stuff would go to the bar - she was a thirsty gal that needed some unique dressings to get her ready for the crowds. The other stuff would be hauled upstairs and down the hallway. Greed imagined all the rooms, filled with people getting their rocks off this way and that. It sent a shiver of excitement down his spine and into his boots. All of them, all those eyes, all that want.

All that greed.

He rolled his shoulders back and went back to business. A few assortment of mugs, glasses, and beer steins were gathered up in his bulky arms and tossed into a sink out back. He tested the water - it ran after a few minutes, but not before the sink gave a terrible shake. He left them there to soak while he went back to clearing the main floor out. Anything that wasn't already broken stayed - the rest was piled high on the front step.

Greed returned twice that evening to the junkyard. It had fallen way past dark and he found company in a few stray cats that mewed from inside the junk pile. He offered a hand, but they shied away at first. "We're all freaks here," he had murmured before turning back to his pillaging. The cats came flocking once he stopped beckoning them and he rested gentle hands behind their ears whenever he paused to examine a particularly interesting artifact.

His last haul proved his most successful: an old jukebox had been piled against a collection of ice-boxes at the far back of the junk yard. It was colorful, all reds, golds, with some blue knobs on the console. Greed had dropped everything else just to drag it inside. He shoved it against the back wall, giddy as anything could be, and plugged it in, forgetting that electricity was a bust. He frowned down at the machine and gave an exaggerated sigh as he put his hand behind his head. "No juice, huh? I feel ya." He let his arm fall as he patted the music box affectionately. "We'll both get it in a bit. Just gotta wait."

A few of the cats from the junk yard had followed him in and Greed only noticed them when one of the smaller ones rubbed between his legs. He raised a brow over the rim of his shades, shrugged again, and lifted it up. It made a horrible noise and puffed out, but Greed just laid a hand on its head. "Yeah, yeah - hush it." And it did.

The kitten was placed onto his shoulder and it sprawled out like a rag doll. The humunculus snagged up his vest off the stool and made his way up a set of creaky stairs to the rooms.

He took the biggest one in the back, where the bed creaked loudly and an old set of chairs were toppled in the corner. Greed flopped onto the shell of a bed, careful of his new feline friend, and he sighed. His arms coiled around the back of his head and his vest found itself to be his pillow. The cat yawned with him, both of them fangs and teeth, before settling down on his chest in a tight U-shape. Greed ran his fingers down its neck and spine, feeling the warmth in its fur. "Been out there a while, huh?" He tilted his head back, watching the city lights through the wide-open window.

The cat's ear twitched. "Don't worry about it - you're mine now. I don't let people take away my things." A crazed look washed over him, but it went unnoticed by the kitten. Greed shrugged it off as he let his hand down and settled it on the bed.

"We'll conquer it, you know. And that Doctor there?" He turned his head forward, all smiles. "She really has no idea what's coming for her." Another yawn. Greed grunted, bones and muscles stiff - he had never had his kind of experience and it was extremely draining. "But first, let's try this out, hmn?"

➥ WELCOME TO THE DEVIL'S NEST

nestingdevil — Sun, 03 Jun 2012 02:37:34 GMT

➥ WELCOME TO THE DEVIL'S NEST
A dingy little biker bar that connects to a sewer, The Devil's Nest is a haven for all freaks, young and old. Booze is served, though it's usually home-brewed. A lot of information passes through these walls and if you're willing to pay a fee of some kind, Greed'll be happy to oblige. Employees are taken care of by Greed and hand-picked. Smoking, darts, gambling, pool, etc are all welcome. There are lodgings upstairs and little alcoves in the back for anyone conducting business that needs a little bit of privacy. ➥ Location: South Side, not too far off from the junkyard.
Similar To: ♠♠
➥ Living/Rooming: The Devil's Nest does have a couple of rooms to spare for anyone that needs to stay the night. They rent out for about $10-$30 bucks a night, depending how much Greed likes you. If you're a part of The Devil's Nest Gang, room and board is free.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
➥ What You'll Find:
♠ Music: Classic rock, blues, hip-hop, rap, dance, electronica, Irish rock and roll - it all depends on Greed's mood that night.
♠ Activities: Pool in the front, gambling in the back, dancing, darts, occasional fight, smoking at the bar, intimates in the back.
♠ 18+ only patrons. Though I doubt Greed'll check an ID.
♠ Right now, Greed's on bar tending duty.

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| CURRENT EMPLOYEES
| VOICE MAIL
>

♠ HISTORY | LOGS

nestingdevil — Wed, 30 May 2012 00:51:14 GMT

May 2012
♠ | Introduction | Aliunde

➥ Leaving the Hospital | Rikku | COMPLETE

♠ | Denzel Loses Tifa | Greed Steps In

JUNE 2012

♠ | Meeting With A God | Loki ➥ IN PROGRESS

♠ | Inara Wants A Companion | Striking A Deal ➥ IN PROGRESS

♠ | Free Show! | Heather Has A Communicating Issue

♠ | An Angel of the Lord | Gabriel shows off and Greed is impressed | Talking leads to one thing ... ➥ DONE | MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

♠ | Hate to See A Lady Cry | Donna's upset about her friends leaving | Greed offers a drink and forget-me(s) ➥ DONE | MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

♠ | Amelia Asks For Company At The New Race Track | Shouldn't have given Greed the keys | ➥ IN PROGRESS

♠ | A Married Couple Walks Into A Bar ... | Javert and Naomi arrive at The Devil's Nest for a bit of unwinding | ➥ DONE

♠ | One Month Mark | Greed Shows Off

➥ Gabriel has a bought of worry | DONE | MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

➥ Greed meets Armand | ➥ IN PROGRESS | MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

➥ Of course the law shows up | ➥ IN PROGRESS

JULY 2012

♠ | The First Meeting of the Troublesome Four ➥ IN PROGRESS

♠ | Dean Winchester Throws A Party For The 4th

➥ Greed finally meets this Castiel fellow | ➥ IN PROGRESS

♠ RELATIONSHIPS

nestingdevil — Wed, 30 May 2012 00:42:58 GMT

RIKKU ♠♞

Rikku was the first gal who graced Greed's door when he arrived. Showed him out of the hospital and promised friendship without too much prodding. She's got spunk and a body that Greed can appreciate - she's promised him a beach party and he has readily accepted.
| @catchesgrenades

INARA ♠♞♛ ♚❤

Beautiful woman who asked for some companionship - Greed likes Inara, likes her a lot. He visited her when she went live with her need and offered her a chance to forget about the friends she'd lost. She has taken up his proposal to work for The Devil's Nest.
| @madeofsunlight

RIN OKUMURA ♣

Rin and Greed clicked after some network chit chat and Rin readily showed off his abilities, much to Greed's pleasure. The kid's a spunky one and he's got Greed's attention.
| @pinnedbangs

GABRIEL ♠♞♛ ♚ ❤

An angel of the lord according to his claims, Gabriel's the proof of Greed's favorite catch phrase: "There's no such thing as no such thing." The two hit it off well with drinks, and Gabe's offered his services at the 'Nest once in a while. Greed has his eyes set on the angel for other reasons.
| @trickster_mk2

NAOMI ♠♞

Lovely doctor with a nice set of assets. Naomi and her husband came to the 'Nest once and Greed has liked them ever since. Naomi is everything Greed would like in a gal of his own, but she's smitten with her husband. And that's fine.
| @scientize

JAVERT ♠♞

Cool customer from the old times. Javert is a master and he follows Greed's tango with the grace of a practiced 'gent. As expected. Greed finds him terribly interesting, especially since he lost a little gamble to the man. He feeds him information - whatever Javert does with it is up to him. And it's no skin off Greed's back.
| @chose_death

EDWARD ELRIC ♠♛ ♚☣☢

As close to a friend that Greed has had besides The Devil's Nest Gang, Ed has seen all parts of him. While he's not privy to what happened on The Promised Day, Ed provides an anchor for unfinished business back home. He's currently working for Greed at the 'Nest.
| @nervetonotkill

DONNA NOBLE ♠♞♣❤

Donna needed some cheering up, so Greed offered her some forget-mes at the bar. Drinks turned to a different tune. She's got a spit-fire temper and Greed enjoys her company.
| @noblexcompanion

ARMAND ♠♞♣

A vampire with as much desire and want as Greed has. They met courtesy of Greed's show on the network. After a drink or two, the both of them exchanged unholy vows. Blood for blood, as it were.
| @destenebres

VANILLE ♠♞♣

One of the first people Greed met in town. Nice gal, though she seems to have her own reservations. Greed has invited her down to the 'Nest if not to get a better relationship going. Besides, he has to patch up some of the damage he's done since he blew his skull off on the network.
| @sunnyworks

CASTIEL ♣

Gabriel warned Greed about Castiel and the homunculus did not take his advice. During the 4th of July, Greed had a very interesting conversation with the more reserved of the two angels. He found they had more in common than was once believed. Still unsure of him, Greed's got Castiel on his radar.
| @and_idrankit

| SOURCE

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♠ HMD | Comments, Questions, Concerns

nestingdevil — Fri, 25 May 2012 00:37:04 GMT

➥ All questions, comments, and concerns should be placed here. If you have any issues with how I'm writing for Greed, or if you want to plot something, or if you just want to drop a line, place it here. All comments are screened.

| CONTACT ➥ the mun

nestingdevil — Fri, 25 May 2012 00:27:36 GMT

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nestingdevil — Thu, 24 May 2012 23:15:33 GMT

Player Information
Name: Anthony
Personal LJ: venomized
E-mail: moscowinfashion[at]gmail.com
AIM/Plurk/etc.: AIM | backsideofthetv
Time zone: United States | Eastern Standard Time | Boston
Other Characters: None
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Character Information
Name: Greed
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Timeline Summary: Post-Second-Death | End of Series
Are you importing your character from another game? No.
Background: Here
Personality: Greed has the atmosphere of a person that just does not give a fuck, to put it frank. He wants it all - money, power, status, women, sex. To quote, "He wants the finer things in life." But despite his avarice, Greed has a very friendly demeanor - all smiles that welcome each and every person into his arms. Well, for the most part anyway. He comes off very frank and he's not afraid to show people who he is. The attention he gets, the feeling he gets - that is what matters to him. Status doesn't just mean money and power (though as I said previously, those are important too) - people matter. What they think of him matters - how they act around him matters. Everything is a possession for Greed and that is how he lives his life.

He's a care free kind of guy, sends his anxiety to the wind kind of guy. But he'll be the first to claim someone if they're loyal and once he's done that, he's there for life. Or as long as said person lasts. Greed does things his own way and he has no intention of following orders or rules. He'll break them as soon as he gets that spark of want, need - which is to say, he'll be quick to turn tail from law and order at the drop of a hat.

If one happens to get on his bad side, he can be vicious. But he has no intention of harming "women and people with loved ones." He'll spare a foe if they turn around and walk the other way. But if they continue to threaten his things, he'll stop at nothing to bring said offender down. And he does it with class and style.

Greed is also vain - as vain as he can be. His "ultimate shield" comes with the price and that price is less elegance than he's comfortable with. When he first shows off his ace-in-the-hole to the elder Elric brother, he even states that his shield form "isn't flattering."

Seems Greed also has a soft spot for outcasts, as seen with his taking in of the chimera from Lab 5. God help the outcasts all right - and Greed is the very man to do so.

Powers, Skills, and Abilities:

➥ ABILITIES Greed is "immortal." That doesn't mean he can't die exactly, because that was proven false over and over again in Brotherhood. But he has an amazing ability to regenerate. He also doesn't seem to age at all - at 200, he looks at the most in his mid-to-late twenties. He also possesses the Ultimate Shield ability - it's a shell over his skin made out of carbon and seems to be as hard as diamond ( not to be too cliche) - he seems to be able to harden on command, but sometimes the shield comes up involuntarily, as seen when he possesses Ling in his first fight with Wrath in the prince's body.
➥ SKILLS Greed's got some hand-to-hand combat skills, but he doesn't have any sort of "technique." He's good on the defense and fast on his feet. It doesn't look as if he had any formal training.
➥ TALENTS He's a great talker.

Samples
First Person: [ The video feed clicks "on" and is instantly flooded in darkness. The audio feed is muffled and crunchy, as if someone was rubbing up against the microphone piece. It's straight static for a while, save for the occasional clacking of heels. Or at least, that is what is sounds like. Then finally, a voice booms out - it sounds a bit garbled, as if the phone is stuffed in a bag .. ]

Ngh? What did you say old man?

[ .. or a pocket. The video catches a glimpse of pale fingers as they fumble inside the pocket. The phone is gripped and launched out into the stark-light. It's blinding for a second, but a tuft of white fur and shiny black leather are caught as the phone spins wildly in the owner's palm.]

- Should I even know where that is on a map?

[The phone is flipped and it catches the under shot of a man in his late-twenties, early-thirties. A pair of opaque-round shades rest of his eyes. His hair is cropped short but slicked back and wildly-spiked. He's wearing a leather vest with a collar of fur - it cradles his neck and caresses his ears.]

[And he doesn't seem to notice that he's on candid camera. At least, for the moment.]

[But the phone is soon raised high above his head and a grin, as wide and as fiendish as the devil himself, spreads from ear to ear.] Oh - you mean it's on? [His laughter shows off shark-like teeth and he gestures theatrically with one hand, showing off thick black wrist bands.] I almost ruined it there!

To whoever's watching - or has been watching - or recently took a break - the name's Greed.

[He tilts his head and wraps the tip of an index finger around the frame of his shades. He lowers them a bit, showing off his bright-purple eyes.] And I'd like to make your acquaintance.
Third Person:

"You know, I should be dead."

Greed rubbed at his neck and shoulders, feeling the solid tissue there. His muscles and bones ached and he arched his body forward on the bench, hands and arms falling between splayed legs. The last thing he remembered was the smell of a battlefield and the blank looks of his "comrades."

Then nothing. Just solid black nothing. It had been disappointing to know that after death there was just .. nothing. No land to gain, to power to steal, no women to touch, no voices to keep one company. The nothingness made his head spin and Greed leaned forward, gritting his teeth.

He had told them he had "done enough." But enough was death and he figured there had to be something waiting for him. Life couldn't just end in nothing - what was the point?

Greed had so lost himself in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the physician tending to him until a hand touched his arm. He shifted, brow raised high. A bag was floating in his line of sight and he frowned at it quizzically. "The hell is that?" The homunculus gestured, right palm up. The bag was unceremoniously shoved into his open hand and the Doctor turned to leave.

"Welcome to Aliunde," was all the man said before a set of doors clicked shut behind him.

Greed's frown deepened, but it was with considerable interest that he held his brows up high. He dug furiously through the bag - his stuff was all there. His stuff. Not Ling's. He laughed, practically barked, as he tossed his things onto the table he was sat upon and began pulling on his old clothes. Brown tank: check. Vest: check. Leather pants: check. Boots: check.

The homunculus paused only for a second as he stood by the side of "his" table and patted down his vest. Tank, vest, pants, boots - he was missing something. He checked his pockets and felt the familiar frame of his shades. With a dramatic and sarcastic sigh, Greed shoved his fingers into his pocket and slid out his sunglasses. He placed them onto the bridge of his nose.

Perfect - everything he owned, right back where it should be.

Greed leaned back, throwing his arms behind him and locking his hands together. He cracked his back as he tilted on the heels of his boots. Beyond him, a city opened up. It was vast and much different than he was used to and a million questions flooded through his head. But he pushed them aside and instead snapped forward and hooked his thumbs into his back pockets.

What he knew - all he need to know actually - was there was plenty to gain.

And he planned to take all that was offered.

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nestingdevil — Wed, 16 May 2012 21:25:42 GMT

The bar opened around five during the weekly-trickle of regulars that passed in and out of the double doors at the front. A select few spiraled out of the hole in the back. But they all came, familiar faces with weary eyes and aching bones, tired from a rough day on the job or just to avoid a mess at home. Either way they were here with their pockets at the ready for the emptying.

Some were on a long-standing tab that Greed always seemed to forget about when one of his men got on his case about it. “Oh, Jim? He’s running a tab again? Must have slipped my mind.” He’d say that a lot – most of his crew didn’t bother him after the initial reminder. Only Dolcetto had anything to say about the lost revenue and it usually had something to do with how it was eating a hole out of Greed’s own pocket. Never worried about himself, only his boss.

It the kind of loyalty money just couldn’t buy.

This evening was no different – the sun was only starting to dip down around seven that evening and the lights in the bar flickered on. There were a few of the young crowd gathered in the back, making asses of themselves but overall having a good time of it. Some of the older crowd, coal-digging folks from the way-back of town, had mingled at the bar with pints at the ready and their soot-sodding gear in their laps. They smoked their pipes, making idle chit-chat whilst casting disapproving glances over at the gaggle of teenage rookies.

Greed loved them all. They were all such precise characters playing out their lives one day at a time. It was a fascinating watch, seeing the shift in power slide from one group to the next and back again. Nothing really changed and life proved to be a continuous cycle with the new taking the place of the old and the newer filling the gap the previous generation left behind. All in all, in with the new and out with the old.

Mostly, his regulars would always come back at least once or twice during the week; sometimes more on the weekend. And other times, that one pint would be their last and Greed would never see them again.

Such was the mortal life.

He yawned behind the bar and stretched his arms over his head. His shoulders clicked into place as he wiggled from side to side, pulling at the muscles that cased his ribs in. From behind him, he heard the clattering of billiard balls as Roa and Martel set up a game.

“Play you for dinner tomorrow,” Martel had purred as she grabbed a cue from the back wall. “If I win, I want something from the butcher’s tomorrow – a big slab of something fresh.”

Roa stood silent, like a rock. He grabbed his own cue and Greed could hear the sudden rush of air through his thick nostrils. It was a sign of an agreement as he chalked up his own cue. The Homunculus turned his head over his shoulder and grinned. If he were a betting man, and he usually was if the stakes were high enough and he was on the winning end of a good pot, he would have put all of his chips on Roa. But seeing that there was no money on the table and there was little to gain but self-satisfying entertainment, he put his sights on Martel – she would be a far more interesting player, if anything else.

But he was pulled back to work, if he could even call it that. One of the old coal workers was holding up his pint. “Another one of these, keeper.” The man had to be pushing into his early fifties – his mustache was a steel gray and the wisps at the tips were coated in black dust. Greed shrugged off his interest in the pool match to swipe the mug from the aging gent. “You’re suckin’ me dry, Jim! Gotta pay off your debt before good old God takes you away. Then who will pick up your tab here, huh?” Greed shot his brows over his dark shades before sliding the drink nimbly down the bar top and over to the taps.

“You don’t trust an old man’s honesty?” Jim barked as he slapped a calloused hand to the wood surface of the bar top. “Don’t try to change an old dog when he’s already half-way in the dog house – you young people think you can change the world. Ha! Just trust me on my word and take it like the little penny-pincher you are, son.” Jim’s rant had given him excitement back in his limbs, but he started coughing into the crook of his elbow. Greed’s frown set in deep as he maneuvered a coaster into position and placed the foam-topped beer mug on the table.

He hated to think Jim would slip from him one of these days. Probably sooner rather than later.

Jim grumbled against another cough, forcing it away by sheer will alone. “Don’t give me that look.” He took up the mug in his veiny hands and shoved the top to his lips – he took a big swig and foam bubbled and popped in his mustache. “I’ll give you your dos if you stop with that frown of yours – doesn’t fit you, Greed.”

Greed’s smile widened. Everyone called him Greed. He knew no different name and no one questioned it. Most thought it was just a weird nickname given to him by his crew, all of whom hadn’t tried to dissuade that rumor to any of the regulars that passed through the doors of The Devil’s Nest. It didn’t matter much to the Homunculus either way. People loved him and he loved people. The more attention he got, the more he relished in the company.

“No frowns here, old timer. Just plenty of smiles all around!” Greed waved his hands above his head dramatically before letting out his own laugh. And it was a laugh – loud and boisterous, it filled the room and turned a couple of heads for a second or two before the drink got the best of them and they all returned back to their personal merriments. “Can’t displease a customer – we all want something and if this is your ticket, I don’t see why I can’t punch all holes at once and give you your full satisfaction.”

Jim placed the mug down. “If you could find some nice lasses from the North, I’ll give you my soul lined in gold. I’d rather be in this place for eternity then have to spend my days in some pristine-white cloud with a bunch of angels singing hymns. Least here, you have good entertainment and even better booze to pass the time.” The man took another swig, much to Greed’s satisfaction, before shuffling through his pockets for some change. He came up with less than half of his total bill.

“It’s all I got for this part of the week,” he grunted.

Greed shrugged and leaned his elbows up on the edge of his bar. “Whatever you’re willing to give to keep this ship afloat.” Hungrily, the Homunculus snatched up the change and pocketed it, but not before giving old Jim a brilliant smile. “You’re fine, Jim – just keep filling your desires. All men want something and if that isn’t living, I don’t what is.” He took a pause to fish out a pack of cigarettes from a pocket that wasn’t filled with spare change from his customers. He took out one before turning and shaking the pack in Jim’s direction. Jim scoffed, but took one anyway.

“Ain’t it the truth. Ain’t nothing more human than want.” Jim placed the cigarette in his mouth just as Greed lit his own.

“And want is just a part of greed,” the Homunculus admitted.