Welcome to Siren's Port

[themonarch]

Who: Greed & The Monarch
When: Afternoon
Where: The baseball diamond
Summary: Two villains make an acquaintance.

[it's a beautiful day for Siren's Port. Absolutely lovely. Birds and trees and bees an all sorts of other little happy, colorful things. Why, here comes one of them now, joyfully jogging across the baseball field!

Oh, no, that's... just a running man in a butterfly costume. Yelling.

...Well, it's still a lovely day.]

Comments

[greedyful]

[It really is a nice day, which is a great improvment to what he remembers from a few hours ago... that involved a lot of getting his ass handed to him. Greed's in the process of having the port explained to him by a miserable looking, runny nosed greeter before that blur of yellow catches his eye.

oh hey giant butterfly, that's neat.

so of course he leaves the greeter standing there in mid sentence to follow the curious fellow screaming brightly colored murder. Too much like a cat with a short attention span.]

[themonarch]

[Monarch is surprisingly quick on his feet. Less surprisingly, he's also really imperceptive when he's fleeing in terror. He never even notices that he's begun to be to chased by a loping kitty monsterman... mostly because he's far more concerned with the tattooed, greasy-haired punk flying after him.

"Just drop the merch and I won't have to break both your legs! C'mon, butterfag!"

Monarch skids into an alley just past the buildings lining the baseball field - when the punk lands in front of him. Fuck.]

[greedyful]

[People could fly here? See that was cool. Not fair, but cool. And maybe that greeter was saying something about that...

He helps the greasy flyer box the skittish man in, or rather, just ends up looming behind him, scratching absently at his jaw before clearly deciding he doesn't like the punk. Besides, butterfly had a firm grip on something that had to be interesting.]

[themonarch]

[you know those horror movies where the person starts backing away in fear from one thing... only to back up into something even scarier?

Monarch hits Greed's chest and sloooowly turns around] W-what the fu-?

["Who the fuck are you?"]

[greedyful]

[Except he isn't looking down, no, because he's caught the other guy's attention too, offering a big toothy (shark-like) smile as he straightens.]

Oh. Hello.

[themonarch]

[which is when Flying Punk pulls out a switchblade that makes a machete look like a nail file. "You want in on this, freak?"

Which is when Monarch decides he doesn't want a part of this, and crouches to the ground to try crawling away from the impending showdown.]

[greedyful]

[That's over compensating, isn't it? Greed tilts his head with a curious expression, stepping around his new insect friend.]

Sure, why not?

[He's in no hurry, nor seems to make any effort to avoid any swipes of the blade as a creeping blackness crawls along his skin with a crackling spark that leaves burnt ozone in it's wake.

Nope, that knife doesn't make a bit off difference, but it seems like the punk's bones are pretty brittle once he gets a hold of him.]

[themonarch]

[Monarch wastes no time looking behind him to watch the fight (let the two weirdos kill each other for all he cares), instead opting to use his grappling rope to scale up the side of one of the buildings, the large, tube-shaped machine part held close to his chest. He hoists himself up over the side and catches his breath Jesus - who would have thought stealing from a Black Market vendor to trade to another Black Market vendor for a new dart set would be so much exercise?]

[greedyful]

[He doesn't kill the guy per-say, but leaves him in an awkward, unhappy crumple and it's probably lucky he can fly, because he won't be walking any time soon. He also takes his knife.

So that just leaves... oh hey, where'd he go?]

Hmm?

[Greed's eyes follow the dangling rope upward to the retreating backside, reaches to catch it, coiling it around his fist to tug... hard. Something crumbles, likely the ledge above them, then gives away under the strain with another solid tug.]

[themonarch]

- GYAH! [and suddenly Monarch is scrambling at air one-handed, and falling backwards a good sixteen feet - into someone's arms.

Naturally, he freaks]

Hey! Hey! You asshole, let go! I am THE MONARCH! You are - nngh - going to face - my wrath! Put me down!

[greedyful]

[Greed's surprisingly solid, so all that pitching and squirming has little effect on him, but he does as he's told asked, dropping the Monarch the remaining few feet to the pavement.]

No need to yell, I can hear you just fine.

[He's peering at a cylindrical container (oh hey I took this), holding it up to the light and squinting as it reflects through the blue liquid inside.]

So what does this do?

[themonarch]

[and down he goes in a sprawl with an "Ow!" before scrambling back onto his feet. He can see the crumpled, comatose thug behind Greed, which should really give him pause, but he's too pissed off to care about self-preservation right now.]

I have no fucking clue, just give it back! I have to give it to somebody who should have had it like, two hours ago. You're making me late! [swiping for it!]

[greedyful]

You're already late. [Matter-of-factly as he turns it upside down to watch the bubbles roll up lazily. He peers down at the butterfly.]

What's it worth? [Because clearly it does something if someone wants it.]

[themonarch]

Four two-hundred box sets of poison and tranquilizer darts and your ass, which I will be personally handing to you if you don't give me that back! [popping his wings out menacingly, and aiming his (dartless) wrist-weapon. It still has its tiny laser]

[greedyful]

[He doesn't seem too intimidated, though his eyes follow the path the laser takes to his chest with a raised brow.]

Sounds boring, you cant get anything better than that?

[He hands the canister back, mostly because he has no use for such a thing.]

[themonarch]

[Monarch takes it back, visibly appeased. Good, at least someone is properly intimidated. He rolls his eyes at this strange guy with his furry little vest collar, but he's lowered his weapon.] Oh yeah, because money's just falling from the sky in neat little packages. This is prime weaponry I'm trading for here, 'kay? Nothing you'd know about, since you obviously aren't a supervillain. I mean maybe I could see you as like... an odd henchman, or some mad scientist's genetic experiment...

[greedyful]

[He wrinkles his nose at that, peering up for a moment as if money really should be falling from the sky here. It's a strange place.]

Funny you should say that. [He grins again, lifting his chin.]

[themonarch]

[he holds up his hands] Look, not that I'm not flattered, but as far as henchmen go I don't think you're my type. We're just too different people. I mean look at us - you're a nutjob, I'm perfectly sane... it wouldn't work out.

[greedyful]

[That just amps up his amusement ten fold, what a strange little bug.]

Working for people's not really my style. Besides, you seem like an errand bug to me, petty theft for simple weapons? You really should think bigger.

[themonarch]

What did you just call me? [oh you done it now, Greed.] What was that? Eh? An errand bug?

[all up in ur personal space, jabbing a finger at u]

You and your gay little fur vest have no idea the tiger you're poking! No errand bug would have sent could defeated Phantom Dickwad! No errand bug could have filthied up a Venture robot! No errand bug could have imperiled the life of the Venture family again and again all while accompanied by his incredibly smokin' wife and commanding hundreds of minions!

[greedyful]

[He leans back, only a little at all the jabbing, chuckling low]

Maybe you should send your minions then.

[themonarch]

Yeah, well - ! I... don't... exactly have them here. Yet. [deflates a bit] But I will! Oh, mark my words, I will.

[greedyful]

[Greed can only imagine dozens of like minded little men in butterfly suits, following this loud fellow with crazy eyebrows. It makes his shoulders shake silently.]

You're late. [admonishes]

[themonarch]

[and the... crazy eyebrows curl down in confusion]

Eh? For what?