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[lifeofavarice]

[In 1761 Beaver, a new arrival is simply turning around in circles in the living room, bumping the phone off the hook with his hip as he does so.]

You know what, I take it back. This is bad taste. ...Really bad taste

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[onyourtab]

[Ling has to take a few moments to make sure this voice is coming from the phone and not inside his body. No, he still seemed to be himself... Still, the identity of the speaker could not be denied.]

...Greed?

[lifeofavarice]

[Well, he noticed the phone was off the hook and was about to hang it up when he hears a voice--His name, in particular. So he stares at it for a second or two. ...Did they actually have phones in Hell?]

...Who is this?

[onyourtab]

[There was too much that wasn't making sense to him right now. He goes for the simple answer while he tries to finish adding things up.]

It's me. Ling Yao.

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[lifeofavarice]

Oh, you!

[weaponsparked]

Of course it's bad taste. It's Mayfield.

[lifeofavarice]

It's what?

[weaponsparked]

Mayfield.

May.

Field.

A town. A horrid little town with no sense of taste, style or anything decent in this world.

[lifeofavarice]

...Mind explaining how I ended up here, pal? I could've sworn I was being boiled alive, the last time I checked.

[miss_sniper]

This whole town is bad taste.

[lifeofavarice]

Yeah, well I guess it beats what happened to me before. ...I still wouldn't get married.

[miss_sniper]

[Sadly, she doesn't know who you are, Greed.]

I never thought I'd get married either.

[lifeofavarice]

Honestly, I expected it to be a little hotter.

[braided_icarus]

....Great. You Homunculi just keep showing up, huh?

[lifeofavarice]

...Elric?

[braided_icarus]

Yeah. It's me.