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MURMR: THE MEME
MURMR MEME
welcome sleepies, to our meme
☆TINDER/GRINDR．
Tinder/grindr are social media sites meant for mobile usage, where you upload a couple photos of yourself and a short description. Then you're shown pictures of people and all you have to do is swipe right (like) or left (dislike). If both of you like each other, it's a match and you're connected by the private messaging system. In this case, it's all in The Murmur!
☆ STEPS．
0. Make sure all images you use are 250x250!
1. OPTIONAL: Make a post to your journal with the "Extended Profile" code (this code will not work in comments)
2. Post a comment using the "Basic Profile" code and link your extended profile if using one. Make sure to put your name in the header!
3. Tag around giving people ❤ or ✖
4. If you get a ❤ and you want to give one back, copy the "It's a Match!" code. 5. Congrats it's a match! Now you can talk to each other... about... stuff...?? And ever if it's not a match, woah.... you can actually talk it out!
☆ MY CHARACTER DOESN'T WANT TO PLAY．
If your character reluctant, then suddenly...
1. Your character's friend set up a mental profile.
2. There's some sort of competition going on for the most right swipes.
3. Sleep did it for you!!
☆ EXTENDED PROFILE． (Set to 3 images; toggle navigation above pictures. You can change the code to hold more or less if you want!)
| ●●● | About #NAME# |
| #DESCRIPTION# | |
Replace anything surrounded in hashtags, including the hashtags.
❚❚❚❚❚ BASIC PROFILE．
| offering/token | About #NAME# |
| #DESCRIPTION# | |
❚❚❚❚❚ IT'S A MATCH．
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I am not at all obedient, selfless, or a man of high moral character. If such things do not disturb you, perhaps we could pursue something further between us.
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( Anyone who's not immediately turned off is already someone Victor is interested in. )
Something catch your eye?
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[Would.]
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A bad decision, perhaps, but I am not one to shy away from such things.
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[He won't. The label's on the box, your honor.]
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( He could go on. )
You do have some manners to you, I'll give you that.
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kind of comes with the territory, friend. might be something a little different here, but i've never been human. as for the name, well. it's the only one i've got.
[He can't see it, but oh, is he grinning shit.]
ha - ! that all? i'm almost hurt, vic. [Yeah, no. See those manners? They're going right out the window.] but sure. think whatever you want. that's all a part of the deal, after all.
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I could come up with something else, given time. If you would allow me to know you better.
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i'm sure you could. ah, but don't take it too personally, huh? it's just my nature.
suppose you're owed that much. all right, victor. what do you want to know?
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homunculus. that's what i am. i'm good ol'dad's greed. the living embodiment of it.
cw brief body horror
( There's a spark of recognition that etches through their tether, a brief flash of lifeless limbs, organs, skin, all sewn together into the perfect silhouette of a man. Artificially-created life— that is what Greed is. Created by someone just as narcissistic and tyrannical as Victor himself.
Horror fills him at the thought, not just of the man that created him, but of the thought of fiends roaming the Earth. Obscenity perpetuating itself— his creature, then, is not the only one of his kind roaming the universe. )
I understand. Very well, in fact. You were created by another, in a way deemed most unnatural. An embodiment of his greed, you said?
CW: Brief Body/Soul Horror in Return (equivalent exchange and all)
[The image of a stone weights heavy between them. Jagged, sharp, uneven, yet still oddly smooth. It's red as all things wicked are; a jewel men crave, yet most rarely get the chance. Of immortality, or the promise of it, holding just outside their reach.]
[However, the Sin pulls, closer now, and it's clear that what's waiting inside isn't rock at all. Not something natural or God-given, though God (in his world, at least) wasn't so much a person, as it was a concept. No, what's inside are people. The souls of them, stripped of everything they had ever been, reaching out for the one thing that now defined them:]
[Avarice. Pure, relentless, honest avarice, forged by the thousands to make a Philosopher's Stone.]
[Greed hums, and he cuts the moment off. The sensation of his claws, rendering it to nothing but smoke.]
had a feeling you might. though, i gotta say, i'm impressed. not a whole lot of people know what a homunculus actually is. [Some do, but it's a rare thing, even here.] you've got it. old man thought getting rid of us would make him perfect somehow. something better than the mortal lot.
[Meaning there are, or were, six others just like him. For better or for far, far worse.]
gahahaha - ! you catch on quick. i like that. guess i shouldn't be surprised. man like you seems the type. [He goes for another pull of his drink, letting the liquor settle at the bottom of his throat.]
greed. that's all i am and ever will be. simple as that.
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Perfection is what I sought also, when crafting my creation. The perfect form, the perfect mind. A body that could regenerate itself in perpetuity, one that death could not touch.
( He wonders, then, what Greed must think of him. If he is offended by the evil and selfishness that overwhelms Victor's heart. Or perhaps it is of no consequence — Greed is sin incarnate after all. )
Does it bother you, then, that I am like him?
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[Either way, he doesn't care. He never has. What would be the point?]
[Greed hums to himself, tying his ankles up into a looser knot.] then, in that, your creation and i have something in common. i wasn't made to be perfect, but regenerating? that is something i could do. [He decides, this time, not to share that particular part. He's already done enough sharing, far as he's concerned.] i might not look it, but i am over 200 years old, victor.
[But at that, he waves his hand. A dismissive gesture, wafting away the soot and smoke of the day.] why would it bother me? it's not like you're him, doc. and i think you're smart enough that you wouldn't try to pull the same stunts. kinda comes with the territory, after all. i'm greed. and if i kept living under his rules, i wouldn't have been able to get what i wanted. it's that simple.
so as long as you don't get any wild ideas - [His smile shows through, then. A sliver of teeth set in a jaw as strong as solid carbon.] - i really don't care who you are or what you've done. everyone's got something. it'd make me a bit of a hypocrite if i started judging, now.
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It's not my interest to make an enemy out of you, especially not when we are so closely connected.
( If nothing else, Greed should be able to trust that — Victor's unending selfishness and desire to keep close those who are useful. )
Wild ideas. I can only imagine what that must mean to a creature like you. Fortunately, I have no such plans — I'm still trying to understand this place, and the people in it. Yourself included.
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don't get the wrong idea. i'm not interested in that either. and i doubt it'll ever come to it. said it before. you're not him. [Because his creator couldn't give a damn. About life, about death. About anything save himself, and the power he hoped (and managed) to consume. Everything else was a stepping stone. And humans? Well, they were just the ants stuck in between. Nothing but fuel to his eventual fodder.]
[Greed places the cigarette between his teeth and as he flicks a lighter, the hum through their tether is pleasant. A desert's dryness, offering its warmth.] that's simple. if you really wanted to tear me apart, boil me down, and take what's mine, then we wouldn't be having this conversation. i like you, victor. and i really do admire that avarice of yours. take that as you will.
as for getting to know me, well. all you have to do is ask, hmn? [His eyes turn, trying to catch whatever he can through the Murmur. A face, a feeling. A heartbeat. The Sin purses his lips together, bringing the lit tip of the lighter along the end of his smoke.]
when you have the time. i'll come to you or vice versa. ah, and victor? [His smile beams, all teeth and razors coming together.]
bring me everything you've got. and i'll make sure to do you the favor.
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A warm feeling of appreciation slips through their tether, curling around Greed possessively for a moment before fading. Oh, he certainly does want to know more — perhaps now more than ever. )
I look forward to it. Sometime soon, perhaps— or whenever this tedious business with the tethers concludes.
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[So, he lets the man have it. The brief sensation of their tether, coiling about him before it eventually fades. He can't hold it against him. Can't blame him, either. That would make a hypocrite out of them both.]
then by all means. a night, just you and me. [Downstairs, in a bar that's welcoming more by the day, and under lights as bright and red as gems, tossed to the firelight. It's a fitting place. It always has been. Somewhere he can talk as freely as he wants, as openly as he chooses to or not, and where they can tell him their stories without the fear of someone else's judgement, bringing down the hammer.]
ah, but. you'll have to tell me your preferred choice. of drink, i mean. [Not that he has an infinite stock, but he's still got enough to make it worth the time.]
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( He is a man of very few vices — other than his greed and selfishness, Victor almost never imbibes in anything physically indulgent. But he has been making some exceptions recently, and he supposes there is little harm in one glass. )
Wine, or brandy if you have it. Although I must warn you — I've not indulged in quite some time.
( So it may effect him a bit more strongly, lowering his guard and his lips, most likely. )
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mn. maybe, maybe not. but there's no such thing as no such thing, victor. and nothing's impossible. though, i might have to make a special run, just for you. [And if he means anything more by it? Well, the man can read into it however he sees fit.]
[Greed pulls his hip to one side, then the other; a low stretch to loosen the knots in his back.] i'll see what i can find. can't promise it'll be the best, but suppose we can't be very choosy, can we. [And if he can get a little bit more from the man out of the deal? Well, that, in itself, will be worth all the trouble.]