01-09-2020, 07:08 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
Maybe people would say he was a little too eager to talk about himself, but it wasn't really his fault. He was the embodiment of sin, after all, and even though he wasn't Pride, he still had a large ego. With self-deprecating moments in-between, of course. He could recognize that he was an asshole at times, perhaps more often than normal.
Still, he also knew when to shut his trap. Usually. He could easily tell the difference between useless and sensitive information, plus which one to give away at any certain time.
So, an opportunity to talk about himself? A story, no less? Well, that was right up his alley. Greed pads over towards the light of the fire, warmth trailing over his skin where it reached, a small, sharp-toothed grin on his face. The waving flames painted a picture in the blackness of his shades.
He settles down, too, lowering himself down to relax onto his stomach. "Haven't seen your face around much before. Name's Greed, and yours?" a piece of info for a piece of info. It was a fair trade, as far as he was concerned. Now, what story should he tell? He had plenty, gathered over his 200 years of living, and still counting.
"I have plenty. But I'll save you the others and tell you one." he starts. "One time, I met this little midget and his brother. The thing is, though, his brother was just a suit of armor! Like, a soul captured in some armor, y'know? Anyway, I fought the midget for a little while, and then some lady showed up to defend him. I don't hit women, of course, so I refused to fight her. But the bitch was a strong one, she handed my ass to me!" maybe telling a tale where he got beat up wasn't painting himself in a very good light, but at least it would be amusing.
"After all that, Father—er, my creator burned me in a vat of boiling gold. It was a fitting death, but it hurt like a bitch. Him and all my 'siblings' can get fucked." he finishes with an irritated snort, his body heating up at the mere memory. Sometimes he had dreams about it, the pain and loneliness he felt, him against the world. But here he was again, with a second chance to live.
Still, he also knew when to shut his trap. Usually. He could easily tell the difference between useless and sensitive information, plus which one to give away at any certain time.
So, an opportunity to talk about himself? A story, no less? Well, that was right up his alley. Greed pads over towards the light of the fire, warmth trailing over his skin where it reached, a small, sharp-toothed grin on his face. The waving flames painted a picture in the blackness of his shades.
He settles down, too, lowering himself down to relax onto his stomach. "Haven't seen your face around much before. Name's Greed, and yours?" a piece of info for a piece of info. It was a fair trade, as far as he was concerned. Now, what story should he tell? He had plenty, gathered over his 200 years of living, and still counting.
"I have plenty. But I'll save you the others and tell you one." he starts. "One time, I met this little midget and his brother. The thing is, though, his brother was just a suit of armor! Like, a soul captured in some armor, y'know? Anyway, I fought the midget for a little while, and then some lady showed up to defend him. I don't hit women, of course, so I refused to fight her. But the bitch was a strong one, she handed my ass to me!" maybe telling a tale where he got beat up wasn't painting himself in a very good light, but at least it would be amusing.
"After all that, Father—er, my creator burned me in a vat of boiling gold. It was a fitting death, but it hurt like a bitch. Him and all my 'siblings' can get fucked." he finishes with an irritated snort, his body heating up at the mere memory. Sometimes he had dreams about it, the pain and loneliness he felt, him against the world. But here he was again, with a second chance to live.