Who: Greed (notenough) and Mammon (never_enough) What: A change of tactics, and a reunion When: Saturday, November 21st; Before the sunrise (Backdated) Where: Greed's office building, late Warnings: Language and Violence, to say the least
There came a time when one had to pause in their games, and actually put forth the slightest bit of effort in things. For all her enjoyment in her little games, Mammon knew that it was time to lay down her happy-fun-time with Satan and the others who were rising one by one, to look to that which had been too long disregarded. Too much time had passed, since she and her protege had come face to face, and apparently a great deal of manners had been lost along with the years wasted between them. Disrespect could be tolerated to a point, he had the very best teacher, even she could not deny that. But this was something entirely new, and the amusement had run it's course and turned towards irritation and outright displeasure with how things had played out in her absence.
The little black dress and gems galore had been hung away with care, traded with no little amount of sulking for an exquisitely cut suit and more muted accents to properly accommodate the changed form.
It just went to show that sometimes there were just some things that couldn't be solved with a good fuck and an abundance of sex appeal, and instead one had to revert to more barbarian tactics of flat out intimidation and manhandling.
If Mammon was anything, adaptable was certainly that. Sacrifices must be made to acquire all the world had to offer, and while the sacrifices of others were far more appealing, personal ones had to be tolerated every now and again when there were no better options left on the table.
He knew were Greed was, always had. Bella enjoyed following him in the shadows, the other completely unaware of the presence lurking mere feet from where he fucked his whores and pocketed thousands upon millions each day. But it was Julian who was propped up comfortably in the plush, high-backed office chair, a box of cigars that had been hidden away in a previously locked drawer was sitting out, the lid flipped open to allow for the gentleman to choose one to his liking. With all the flare of one who knew all the moves before the player did, there was a bright flicker of flame from a golden lighter just as one of the heavy doors opened into the office and his entirely too pleased Sin strolled into the room. Of course he knew Greed was taking in the obviously tossed about rug and the previously hidden devil's trap, just one more invasion into his own private sanctuary.
With all the nonchalance of one who knew all the cards on the table, Julian leisurely exhaled a cloud of smoke as he savored the taste of Cuba at it's finest even as Melchom moved silently behind Greed to secure the doors.