"Senza tentazioni, senza onore."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and -- you?
What: Squalo decided not to let his bandmates one-up him and went to have his own "seasonal" performance. For fun. Or so they say. He's got Empathic Influence now, so... have fun getting just a little bit too into those songs and enjoy all those new, excellent and healthy emotions that you're suddenly feeling!
When: Feb 13th
Where: "The Variable", alternative music club in Vista City
Warnings: ...Squalo. Aka: profanity, violence, public indecency, drug use, will add as necessary.


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[sharktrash]

[ IT'S THE TRUTH?!! ]

[ Damn it. Mist trash, always cheating. (He still likes you the best, though, obviously.) To be fair, though, Mammon will probably notice that his movements seem a bit lacking. Something you'd expect from a rowdy guy that's been in a few fights, sure, but definitely not a world class assassin. ]

[ He still looks pissed as if that punch was supposed to be Completely Unavoidable, though. Guess they at least kept that pride intact. ]

Shut up and take it like a man!

[avidita]

[SURE SQUALO]

[And Mist trash always cheats, it's their M.O. And it's Mammon's M.O. to figure out how to make a buck, which is why they're wondering if they should see him in another barfight and tape that when, you know, they're not being attacked themself. Maybe that will be a dose of shame, seeing what a shitty fighter he is this way.]

[The illusion gives another laugh and slips out a piece of paper to scribble something on real quick.]

Sure, but only if you buy me dinner!

[And then- in a bit of footwork that might jog his memory, when Yamamoto slipped behind Hibari Kyoya to stop his attack, when he showed maybe there was a bit of talent somewhere behind that smiling face- they slip behind him and drop the paper down his shirt.]

[Hopping back, the illusion of him gives a grin and two thumbs up. Because he seems like the type to, really.]

[sharktrash]

[ ...that might actually work. ]

[ What the fuck. That guy is hitting on him. (Is he normal or older, by the way, I guess that's important.) Actually hitting on him shamelessly and he thought he had the fucking monopoly on that. Like hell he's gonna take out any trash who asks him to. ]

Vooooiii, you're really pissing me off!

[ Still, he'll stick his good hand in his shirt and retrieve that paper before it makes it to his asscrack or other undesirable places. And squint at it. Is that a number or? ]

[avidita]

[Good news for Squalo- Mammon has in fact seen the Yamamoto of ten years into the future. So it's not a fourteen year old hitting on him, but someone who is actually an adult of some sort. Small blessings.]

[Also of course it's not a number. That would require Mammon to have a phone- which isn't bad enough, except then they'd have to pay to unlock it, and pay for the bill... No, it's an email address. balldog80 is a fantastic username, thank you.]

["Yamamoto" is still grinning.]

What, because you didn't hit me? Ha ha, it's not like I'd want to get hit!

[sharktrash]

[ Well that makes things significantly less awkward. Too bad, though, as it looks like "Yamamoto" underestimated Squalo's feistiness. He grins in that unfriendly way of his, rips the piece of paper in several pieces, and shoves them into the guy's face before turning and swanning away (or trying to). ]

[ (Part of him wonders where he went wrong. Wasn't masochism supposed to rub off on his apprentice? -- Wait what.) ]

[avidita]

['Wait what' indeed, Squalo. It's not like you're his parent, the masochism genes don't pass down like that.]

[Also, he's still being bothered and followed.]

What, do you only do dates if you're fighting during them?

[sharktrash]

Why --

[ SURE THEY DO it's part of the sword training. :0 Also shut up he's still technically his ~legacy~ or some shit even if Bel is more of a literal kid to him. ]

[ DAMMIT FAKE YAMAMOTO why you gotta be just as annoying and friendly as the original. ]

[ The suddenly thoughtful look is gone again. ]

-- you know, that's actually a great idea.

[avidita]

[Because Mammon is a great illusionist is why fake Yamamoto is so annoying and friendly. No one can't say they're not Varia Quality here.]

Does that mean we can meet up again sometime, or are you thinking about someone special?

[While the tone keeps its teasing air, Mammon is interested in either turn.]

[sharktrash]

[ Obviously. ]

[ ...that is a good question. Is there someone special? He's not sure. He's not sure of anything anymore. He thought he hated Xanxus' guts, and yet... ]

[ To hell if he's going to start confiding in a fucking stranger, though. ]

You want to get beat up that badly?

[avidita]

Well, if it's with swords, I don't think I'd mind.

[A pause, and they make their illusion laugh into one hand like he's in on a private joke.]

I could teach you how, since you don't know.

[sharktrash]

You? Teach me?

[ ...he pauses, the incredulous expression fading off his face. What the hell. He's got no idea why he suddenly got angry, about this of all things. Since it's true. He doesn't know how to fight with a sword. He's been learning to play music since he was six... ]

[avidita]

[Good, he still gets pissed off about things that insult his swordsman's pride, even if it's buried under all the bullshit.]

Sure! Is that a problem?

[sharktrash]

[ His cheek twitches. ]

...I don't know you. Leave me alone.

[ ...didn't he just say that he does know him, though. This might be a case of not wanting to get free from the lie, huh. ]

[avidita]

[Yeah, that? Isn't going to work. Mammon isn't leaving this godforsaken planet until they get someone to sign their checks or an agreement. They'll take a sledgehammer to his skull if they have to.]

["Takeshi" lowers his head, laughing again into one hand. In the noise of the club, it's easy for him to lower his tone so that only really Squalo gets to hear it. Or, at least, Mist makes it so.]

If you say so. Does that mean I get to be the Sword Emperor if you don't want it?

[sharktrash]

[ God bless Mammon. Sledgehammer is a perfectly viable strategy if all else fails. ]

[ And again he looks like he was fucking struck by lightning. The scene was one of the first things he's remembered - but he never put a name to it and did his best to bury it. But that particular combination of words seem to bring it out again. That image of himself, bleeding and barely but standing over a man's corpse, laughing, because the so-called Sword Emperor Tyr wasn't a match for him in the end. ]

[ ...he doesn't say anything. Just sort of stares down at his left hand. It might take a minute. ]

[avidita]

[Frankly, they'd have been surprised if that hadn't gotten through to Squalo.]

[Superbia Squalo, a name that fits him to a T in the end. From what Mammon knows, he'd been way too eager to cut off that hand of his. Asinine, in their opinion, and yet maybe for the better. A trick hand is always a nice thing to have up your sleeve.]

[Their eyes- and that of the illusion's- flicker down to where Squalo's own are focused, and Mammon speaks up again.]

Still in good shape?

[sharktrash]

[ The voice snaps him out of the momentary trance. He quickly tucks his arm behind himself as if trying to hide it and glares at the smiling idiot he thinks he's seeing. ...yep, he already has the prosthetic back, and seems to feel the need to keep it a secret. ]

Of course it is. What's it to you?

[avidita]

[Would the original Yamamoto lose his smile here? No? Then it's staying on the illusion's face at that glare.]

Well, you said I beat you, right?

[sharktrash]

[ flips him off with his good hand. ]

I'm beginning to think I dreamed that.

[avidita]

[He's not throwing anything at them or attacking again. Mammon's not bothered.]

Ha, is that how you excuse all your losses?

[Mammon knows that Squalo actually uses the "it was a FLUKE" defense, but, y'know.]

[sharktrash]

[ Mammon you little shit. ]

[ (And hey, at least he doesn't go on a building-destroying rampage whenever he hears about it unlike their boss.) ]

[ ...he is trying to brain "Yamamoto" with a bar stool though. ]

I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER LOSSES!!

[avidita]

[Whaaaat, no, they're roleplaying Yamamoto the little shit, but really that's Squalo's fault. He has a thing for people who give him high blood pressure, for some reason.]

[Not that Mammon is judging, mostly on account of the fact that they're trying to avoid that bar stool.]

Ha ha, scared of getting anymore than?

[sharktrash]

[ Yeah funny how that works. It's probably his inner M bleeding through into daily life situations. ]

[ AND ANOTHER SWING ]

I'm not scared of anything.

[avidita]

[Swing and a miss]

Then you should meet up with me sometime!

...When there's not security coming!

[Because yeah, that's a thing Mammon can spot in the distance. Stupid hired thugs getting in their way.]

[sharktrash]

[ How the fuck is he doing that. Squalo could swear the stool just went right through a part of him. Could be the coke, though. ]

[ He'll just grab him by the lapels to be sure. ]

And why the hell should I do something like that?

[ What's in it for him. ]