Name: Hunger, Gluttony<br/>Alliance: Evil<br/>Location: Castle of chaos, Lalune's room<br/>Tagging: LaLune and Other Sins<br/><br/>As the others arrived, Hunger was relatively content to take a nearby seat and simply wait, while temporarily satiating herself through long gradual licks along her blood-soaked cleaver. It wasn’t beyond her to show some patience, a skill she had found to be necessary at times when luring prey, but this didn’t make it any less irksome. From then on she paid the group only the barest of attention, ignoring even the clash between Wroth and Pride, as she attended to her meagre snack. It was only with Greed’s entrance that she stirred slightly, drawn by the hint of a familiar craving. She quickly brushed aside any notion of indulging that meal however as she remembered LaLune’s presence. She could hardly see any such action being condoned. The second time her attention was caught was when Lust insisted on hearing their summoner’s will.<br/><br/>By then Hunger’s cleaver glistened like new and she turned her gaze towards the sorceress vamp. Having no more need for the charade, the gluttonous sin tucked away the exuberant personality she had momentarily shown from before. An act which caused her crimson eyes to take on a golem-like indifference as she stood from her seat and stepped up beside Wrath, concentrating on naught but listening to the particularly difficult orders they were to follow. It seemed such a waste, to box up two perfectly juicy hearts. She recalled how much like a scrumptious donut the average heart could be, one which simply burst with “jelly” at even the smallest bite. This wasn’t the first time a summoner had asked her to preserve a part of a victim and, after centuries piled upon centuries, she was bound to succeed at some point…<br/><br/>At the thought of carrying the box, the memory of a long dead counsellor crawled its way into Hunger’s “mind”, tempting her to point out that Lust couldn’t possibly handle the hearts as well as she could; the sin with an ungodly amount of knowledge on any-body. Lust’s sensuous touch and alluring charms might work on the living but where she was the fiddler to the human body, Gluttony was the luthier. It was unfortunate that such a ruse would so obviously fall flat before LaLune and Sloth. With a slight tilt of her head, Gluttony turned her attention to the laziest of the sins while forcing the counsellor back into the darkness.<br/><br/>As the sins and LaLune talked around her, Hunger’s mind was abuzz with its own private debate. “Shh, careful, she might be on to our plot,” a crazy person muttered in the counsellor’s place, only for a pompous noble to reply, “What, her? She’s just a lazy bag of bones, hardly a threat!” A philosopher suddenly appeared to interject, “Are you certain? If any of you read my book you’d know that Sloth’s actually quite a storehouse of information.”<br/><br/>The crazy person shot back, “Your book was stupid!”<br/>“As if you can even read you lout!”<br/>“You’re all being stupid, what plot? All we want is to eat!”<br/><br/>“Yes, eat,” the crazy person cackled madly, followed by the pompous noble’s own, “Indeed!” The philosopher quickly concurred, followed by several others, and then several more, until any agreements (or disagreements) had devolved into a single chant by countless voices. All of which rattled through Gluttony’s mind.<br/><br/>“Eat!”<br/>“Eat!”<br/>“Eat!”<br/>“Eat!”<br/>“Eat!”<br/>“Eat!”<br/><br/>During all of this Gluttony continued to do naught but silently stare at Sloth, her head still slightly tilted and her face expressionless…