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Greed the
AvariciousSo you gonna give me somethin'?
[[Independent RP blog for Greedling from FMA]]
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“Where have I been,” he repeated, looking thoughtful and stroking his chin. One hand pressed against his hip and the other in the air a bit. “Where to begin?”
“Well there was a big vat of bubbling death that I was dipped in, then I was tucked away in this Xingese prince! Actually gave me free room and board willingly. No fuss or anything. Brain was all botched up for a bit and then I remembered fuck this place and went off to do my own thing again.” And then both hands were on his hips as he bent forward slightly, tapping the tip of one of his shoes on the floor.
“Hmm… Well then adventures galore and now here I am. Explains why the old shell’s gone and where I’ve been. Any more questions, class?” Yup. Still a bit of an asshole. Go figure.
“…”
Yep. Definitely sounded like the boss. But he’d… what? He’d.
“—wait wait, back up. Back up a second,” the chimera said, holding his hands up and giving them two short waves back and forth. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then pointed at the homunculus. “You… mean you possessed someone? —Homunculi can DO that?!”
That’s fucked up. Every time he turned his goddamn back, these psychos seemed to get some new trick up their sleeve.
“Possess… Not… exactly. I guess you could say possessed, but it really isn’t the same deal. We can’t hop from person to person at will or anything. Once we’re in a body, we’re in it until it’s gone. That includes our own. Can’t regenerate when you’ve been entirely disintegrated, now can you?” He twisted his hand a bit as he tried to figure out how to describe it. Homunculi were a complicated thing. “My life source was put in here.”
He tilted his head back and forth a bit. “I don’t really have a heart, persay, but I have something that acts like one, just without the blood pumping. It’s got it’s perks, but it only covers so much. Anyway, they’ve had experiments to see if this sort of thing was possible, and it obviously is. Most bodies reject our life source, even if the mind seems to be okay with it. This guy just let me share.” He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Not a bad guy, if I’m gonna be honest. Smart, for a food shoveling idiot.” He tipped back so that his upper back thumped lightly against a wall. “So. Have I made any sense or are you still confused?”
[[Gomen I keep disappearing fnghfg]]
Greed watched the gears turning as the chimera’s expression shifted. A long, thin smirk stretched over his face as he watched the realization slap Dolcetto in the face, the question causing him to snort.
“It took you longer than I expected t’pick up on that!” His left hand came up and scratched behind his ear, maybe a little teasingly. “You’re getting rusty.”
He wasn’t sure why the snort almost caused him to jump, but, it did. Maybe it was because he was already in some kind of shock over the fact that Greed was standing in front of him. …but shorter… and Xingese… and… not … Greed at all, aside from that “please-punch-me-as-hard-as-you-can” grin and the way he held himself.
Dolcetto frowned and took a short step backwards, giving him another once-over and narrowing his eyes slightly.
“But…—you… …—what the hell happened to ya?” He shook his head, throwing his hand out in a small waving gesture at the homunculus. “You lo… —how… … —where the hell have you been?!”
That was an easier question to ask. … he hoped.
“Where have I been,” he repeated, looking thoughtful and stroking his chin. One hand pressed against his hip and the other in the air a bit. “Where to begin?”
“Well there was a big vat of bubbling death that I was dipped in, then I was tucked away in this Xingese prince! Actually gave me free room and board willingly. No fuss or anything. Brain was all botched up for a bit and then I remembered fuck this place and went off to do my own thing again.” And then both hands were on his hips as he bent forward slightly, tapping the tip of one of his shoes on the floor.
“Hmm… Well then adventures galore and now here I am. Explains why the old shell’s gone and where I’ve been. Any more questions, class?” Yup. Still a bit of an asshole. Go figure.
“Ripe enough? I’m plenty ripe enough.” He laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t tell me the dog can’t recognize his old master.”
Dolcetto’s eyes barely widened. …dog? How the hell did this ki—… wait…
Sixth sense still buzzing in the back of his head, he shot a glance at one of the male’s hands just before it disappeared into his pockets. A dark marking was stained into the skin and he caught glimpse of a wing. … it couldn’t be.
“… Greed?”
Greed watched the gears turning as the chimera’s expression shifted. A long, thin smirk stretched over his face as he watched the realization slap Dolcetto in the face, the question causing him to snort.
“It took you longer than I expected t’pick up on that!” His left hand came up and scratched behind his ear, maybe a little teasingly. “You’re getting rusty.”
