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When; September 23, Night
Rating; PG13
Characters; Greed

forgetfayth
Summary; Greed welcomes a newcomer to the City
Log;

Greed sat in front of the temple, waiting for Lenne to arrive. He had a fight tonight and wanted to get this out of the way, first. Hopefully she'd get here before he did.

He propped his legs up against a pillar and lay back, staring at the stars.

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It suprisingly didn't take Lenne long to find the temple. All she had to do was ask around, and she was guided in the right direction. She was glad to have found someone helpful, and made sure to hurry her way to find Greed, so that she didn't keep him waiting.

She caught sight of a man sitting and staring up at the sky, and smiled at the sight of him. Finally, someone she could actually speak to in person.

"Greed?" She called out to him, slowly approaching. "It's me, Lenne. If you're not Greed, could you tell me where I might find him? I was supposed to meet him here, you see."

Greed was instantly on his feet and bounded down the stone steps, stopping right in front of her. He looked her up and down in an investigative manner, hand over his mouth.

"Man, you look even better in person! Yeah, I'm Greed. Good to see ya', babe."

He reached forward to grasp her left hand, bringing it to his lips.

"It's truly a pleasure, my beautiful lady."

Smiling, Lenne bowed her head slightly; as both a gesture of respect, as well as mimicing the motion a shy girl would make at such attention. Gently, she retracted her hand in order to step back and look him over.

"It is good to see you in person as well, Greed." She paused then, head tipped off to the side, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smile. "Such an interesting name, by the way. Is it your given name, or one you gave yourself?"

She leaned off to the side to glance past him and at the temple where she would be staying. The sight made her think of the temples back home, and her mouth dropped open into an o-shape.

"It's what I was named by my creator, but it fits well," he said, cheerfully stepping ahead of her and leading the way inside, "Come along. I'll show ya' everything here. We've got nice amenities."

He walked through the doorway and kicked his shoes off, beckoning her in.

"Shoes off, please. We have to keep the floors clean."

She glanced down at her boots, and shrugged her shoulders as she crouched down to unlace them. She was going to have to invest in sandals, if she was going to stay here. Storing that note away in the back of her mind, she glanced over at Greed as she finished taking off her boots.

"Your creator?" She wasn't entirely sure what to say about that, as she didn't think it was something that would be very polite to pry about, or something that Greed would really want to talk about anyways.

So instead she simply walked over to stand next to him and motioned foward. "Lead the way. It really looks wonderful here. Peaceful."

If there was one thing Greed loved to talk about, it was himself. His favorite subject. The questioning tone of her statement prompted him to speak.

"I was made with alchemy. It's a special art. I'm a construct, I guess ya' could say," he said, walking into the main room, "Anyway, this is place where most people gather or relax. We've got several floors that can be reached by the steps down the hall, and past that is the entrance to the springs."

They passed several weapons displays until they reached a nearby hallway.

"Over here is our large, fully stocked kitchen. We fix food and drinks for spring-goers here. It's got some good stuff."

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