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paixaorpg2006-02-03 09:38 pm
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The gift that keeps on giving [Completed]
Character(s): Greed and Tira
Content: Greed becomes acquainted with Tira, his "gift" from Ansem.
Setting: A cage in the lower section of the "Fortress of Darkniss™"
Time: Late monday night
Warnings: Blood... probably a lot, in fact this thread is probably NSFW (NOT SAFE FOR WORK)
Possession, a principle part of greed and oddly enough, it was itself in possession of the Homunculi’s thoughts at the moment.
Greed pushed through the confusing corridors and quickly dropped the scientist to where he could get about his work. Greed was, after all, more than sped by future prospects.
From what he had seen of this… mad-girl, she was definitely intriguing, she carried an air of playful disdain and shared a favorable trait, a love of darkness.
Though currently, Greed saw only one thing as important, she was nearly falling out of that shirt!
If no more, she was at least good for that much.
He stepped into the vast laboratory underground, black slate and tile everywhere, again.
Greed thought to himself about how Ansem may be great and powerful, but he was not suited as an interior decorator.
There in a corner, a spacious cage set, its captive had strewn herself about it and, from a distance, looked rather like a lizard in a similar situation.
The cage itself was accommodating in size, and very efficient, it had no door, instead the bars bent to Greed’s presence as he stepped through it and snapped back into place as soon as he fit.
Coughing to clear his throat, Greed prepared his traditional greeting, “Hi there, my name’—“
However, he was cut short by a manic laugh and a rather large blade that now sat dug through his upper shoulder, collar bone, trapezius, major pectoral, a couple ribs and, had he a heart, it would now have a major artery overflowing back into itself to slowly suffocate his body. It was a brilliant cut, which would’ve brought any average man to hours of cold helpless agony before dieing.
Greed turned his head to look at the biting circlet, now submerged into the flesh below his deltoid.
“Well, what’d you go and do that for?” He asked, rather un-phased, but kind of peeved and very curious.
Content: Greed becomes acquainted with Tira, his "gift" from Ansem.
Setting: A cage in the lower section of the "Fortress of Darkniss™"
Time: Late monday night
Warnings: Blood... probably a lot, in fact this thread is probably NSFW (NOT SAFE FOR WORK)
Possession, a principle part of greed and oddly enough, it was itself in possession of the Homunculi’s thoughts at the moment.
Greed pushed through the confusing corridors and quickly dropped the scientist to where he could get about his work. Greed was, after all, more than sped by future prospects.
From what he had seen of this… mad-girl, she was definitely intriguing, she carried an air of playful disdain and shared a favorable trait, a love of darkness.
Though currently, Greed saw only one thing as important, she was nearly falling out of that shirt!
If no more, she was at least good for that much.
He stepped into the vast laboratory underground, black slate and tile everywhere, again.
Greed thought to himself about how Ansem may be great and powerful, but he was not suited as an interior decorator.
There in a corner, a spacious cage set, its captive had strewn herself about it and, from a distance, looked rather like a lizard in a similar situation.
The cage itself was accommodating in size, and very efficient, it had no door, instead the bars bent to Greed’s presence as he stepped through it and snapped back into place as soon as he fit.
Coughing to clear his throat, Greed prepared his traditional greeting, “Hi there, my name’—“
However, he was cut short by a manic laugh and a rather large blade that now sat dug through his upper shoulder, collar bone, trapezius, major pectoral, a couple ribs and, had he a heart, it would now have a major artery overflowing back into itself to slowly suffocate his body. It was a brilliant cut, which would’ve brought any average man to hours of cold helpless agony before dieing.
Greed turned his head to look at the biting circlet, now submerged into the flesh below his deltoid.
“Well, what’d you go and do that for?” He asked, rather un-phased, but kind of peeved and very curious.
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"Not at all" , the head spoke and slipped into a smug grin "not at all."
Rather slowly, an arm formed, wrapped around the girl who had collapsed in her own exctasy. Slowly, the mess creeped together, ever slowly gaining form more and more similar to that it originally posessed.
Greed was washed over with waves of feeling strangely content, something very uncharactaristic of himself. This girl reminded him of a few people from his past, maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was the blood loss, who knows?
"So, I take it you enjoyed killing me, you can try again later, if you'd like, but first I want to get a few things out of the way, My name is Greed, I don't think I've heard yours."