Hmph. Envy smiled smugly and brushed himself off, remarking on how nice and efficient the system was; very good at squashing out violent attempts by patients. It was nice to know. He was sure the Colonel, who had looked about ready to burst a vein in his repressed urge to throttle the cheeky androgyne, heard that as a warning. And it pissed him off even more. Delightful.
He observed the sets of glaring eyes that surrounded him, completely unthreatened by the fact that the odds were so stacked against him. He had advantage over these creatures, each one; always had and always would. He knew their weaknesses, and that they were all cursed with a shorter fuse than he had on all accounts but one single weak subject that Envy was smart enough not to divulge to anyone who was not sure to die soon after. He had only his one great wound; an ancient one, aged and refined to something properly epic; an anger worthy of centuries of fermentation. These humans and lone homunculus were open sores. Greed was far less obviously so, but he had his thin points, and as illustrated, he could be quick to rash anger to a far more liberal range of stimuli than Envy had.
This wasn't to say that Envy wasn't fond of a good tantrum here and there; wanton violence was great fun. But only one thing ever provoked him to honest passion- to vulnerability, and that was not to be a subject broached here.
He calmly seated himself, testing the cooling tea with disturbing civility. This faking act was a pretty weak one to begin with, he decided, and it had grown rather stale, as had the initial twitching urge to have a good little spat with Greed. He didn't want to take risks with his weakened body until he knew its limits entirely, and besides- it was an often overlooked fact that words could do more damage, and the truth be far more scathing than deception.
"You are far too good at sniffing out lies, Major- I mean, Brigadier General. That, of course, was why I had to do it," He made a trivial motion with his forefinger, leaving out the sound effect of 'bang' as a moot implication, "Nothing personal, really. Sure, I wasn't fond of you, but I was just following orders." His smiling slitted eyes slipped sharply towards the overly defensive looking Mustang, "I'm sure you know all about that sort of thing."
He returned to his cool collected speech, "Just as you suggested, sir. Let us discuss this as normal civil humans. I'm sure it'll be great table conversation to describe just what it feels like to die. For that matter- why do you suppose it is that we're all here? You can't really think it's something so surface-value literal as us being hospital experiments, can you? I would have thought better of such a successful investigative officer."
(ooc- following up with a second post- TL;DR, yanno? Envy has a bit more to say, so hold on.)
no subject
He observed the sets of glaring eyes that surrounded him, completely unthreatened by the fact that the odds were so stacked against him. He had advantage over these creatures, each one; always had and always would. He knew their weaknesses, and that they were all cursed with a shorter fuse than he had on all accounts but one single weak subject that Envy was smart enough not to divulge to anyone who was not sure to die soon after. He had only his one great wound; an ancient one, aged and refined to something properly epic; an anger worthy of centuries of fermentation. These humans and lone homunculus were open sores. Greed was far less obviously so, but he had his thin points, and as illustrated, he could be quick to rash anger to a far more liberal range of stimuli than Envy had.
This wasn't to say that Envy wasn't fond of a good tantrum here and there; wanton violence was great fun. But only one thing ever provoked him to honest passion- to vulnerability, and that was not to be a subject broached here.
He calmly seated himself, testing the cooling tea with disturbing civility. This faking act was a pretty weak one to begin with, he decided, and it had grown rather stale, as had the initial twitching urge to have a good little spat with Greed. He didn't want to take risks with his weakened body until he knew its limits entirely, and besides- it was an often overlooked fact that words could do more damage, and the truth be far more scathing than deception.
"You are far too good at sniffing out lies, Major- I mean, Brigadier General. That, of course, was why I had to do it," He made a trivial motion with his forefinger, leaving out the sound effect of 'bang' as a moot implication, "Nothing personal, really. Sure, I wasn't fond of you, but I was just following orders." His smiling slitted eyes slipped sharply towards the overly defensive looking Mustang, "I'm sure you know all about that sort of thing."
He returned to his cool collected speech, "Just as you suggested, sir. Let us discuss this as normal civil humans. I'm sure it'll be great table conversation to describe just what it feels like to die. For that matter- why do you suppose it is that we're all here? You can't really think it's something so surface-value literal as us being hospital experiments, can you? I would have thought better of such a successful investigative officer."
(ooc- following up with a second post- TL;DR, yanno? Envy has a bit more to say, so hold on.)