damned_institute | Day 49: Morning

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Easily forgiven? Unlikely. A pair of (presumably) mental patient committing theft. No, it was highly unlikely they would be easily forgiven. Conscience-wise? It wouldn't even stain his thoughts, really. Nothing like ten years of judgemental slaughter to make your mind jaded against the simpler crimes in the world.

Either way, it could prove to be... okay, he didn't want to say fun because not much about Venom was even slightly amusing (and Edward was very much ignoring the teenage part of him that was all ready to rebel), but it could prove to be adventurous. Especially since he didn't have the agility nor the power to make the feat easy. Having Alice play the stock market wasn't exactly the most hands-on way of stealing after all. It couldn't really be called stealing, after all... it was just using her naturally-created gifts to further the family's fortune.

So his morals were a little skewed. That was okay with him.

Once he'd left the polluted bus behind him - fresh air, thank god - he smiled to see the sky completely overcast, the smallest drops of water misting through the air. He shrugged into the obnoxiously bright raincoat he'd been given, tucking the coupons and the untouched breakfast into one of the pockets, covering his face with the hood. The suit he was wearing was a little worse for wear, but the vampire wasn't exactly looking forward to marching around damp.

Waiting just off to the side for Venom, Edward surveyed what he could see of the town so far. It didn't seen very big... which was good, he supposed. That way it would be easier to navigate. Now that the first order of business had been planned, they would need to find the right outlet for their theft opportunity.

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Now it was just obvious that Sync was trying to say whatever would get a rise out of him. Guy knew better than to fall for that, even if the God-General had long gotten past his last nerve. The important thing was not to show it. Sync was just searching for a reaction, but Guy had gotten good at hiding his true feelings during the years he'd spent at the Fabre mansion, working under the man who'd murdered his family. A bit of pestering he could handle.

Strangely enough, he couldn't exactly answer Sync's question honestly. He hadn't spent the previous night with Claude, and he wasn't entirely sure what his friend had even decided to do with himself. Guy was sure that he'd run into the younger man soon enough (he always did), but for now...

"Same old," he said with a shrug, starting to walk again. He still didn't know what the painted happy faces were all about, but it gave him a bad feeling. "He's been doing just fine, as far as I can tell." Which was... somewhat true. But Guy was mainly aiming to show Sync that his actions weren't going to get to them, no matter how hard he tried.

To be honest, the fact that Guy even answered threw Sync off a little, though it hardly shown in his expression. Still, if the man was telling the truth then he'd been right; they were back to square one.

Once more his thoughts fell back on the Coliseum and what kind of purpose it held. If all Landel wanted was entertainment then going through such extravagant measures seemed like a waste to him. No, there had to be a reason why it was done that way, and so he supposed it was just another goal to strive towards. It wasn't like there was anything better to do in this dump.

"I guess it's as good a time as any to check on him myself," Sync casually concluded in the end.

As good as he'd been doing, that was enough to set Guy off, even if it was only noticeable through a slight tightening of his shoulders. He tried to breathe the tension out of him as he glanced over at the God-General, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that he was sick and tired of Sync's attitude.

"Why is it that you keep bothering him, anyway?" Guy kept his tone as even as he could, so that Sync wouldn't be able to pick up on the fact that this was personal, that this was pushing too far. He didn't care what the Tempest did to him (so long as it didn't involve a pair of hands around his throat), but when it came to his friends...

Worse than that, Claude wasn't even involved in the long history that had set himself and Sync up as rivals. He wasn't from Auldrant, and he had nothing to do with the fights that had been waged there. Guy really couldn't wrap his head around why Sync had fixated on the other blond so intently, but what he was glad about was that Claude could hopefully take care of himself.

That didn't mean he was going to let it happen, though -- not if he had anything to say about it.

Sync hadn't really been paying attention to the minute details, and so Guy's frustration flew over his head in that sense. Yet the question was enough to earn the swordsman a smile, and the replica idly slid a finger under his chin as if he was actually searching for a proper answer.

"That's a good question." In the end the God-General laughed, knowing he had no obligation to answer. Throughout the past few weeks he'd become as much of a nuisance as the rest of them, and having such close ties with Guy meant he had more than enough to dangle over the swordsman's head. It was Claude's fault for getting tangled up in this mess in the first place, and so Sync saw no reason not to harass the other blond whenever he could.

Figuring he'd completed his objective the replica finally spun at his heels, waving lazily at Guy as he walked away.

"It was fun."

Day 49: Morning - Main Street

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