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"Senza tentazioni, senza onore."

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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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.

[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.]

[ 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?

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.

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... ]

[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?

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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?

[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?

[ flips him off with his good hand. ]

I'm beginning to think I dreamed that.

[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.]

[ 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!!

[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?

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[Probably the coke, because look, Squalo! You're absolutely holding something physical here, even if the tall motherfucker doesn't seem too bothered as he grins.]

Well, I figured you had a bit more pride and wouldn't want to surrender your title to me so soon without a little fight.

[ Damn it. Maybe he should consider quitting... ]

I'M NOT SURRENDERING ANYTHING, LEAST OF ALL TO YOU!!!

[Ow, fuck, goddammit Squalo why couldn't Pride fuck up your vocal chords as much as they've fucked up your combat skills? The grimace on the illusionay Yamamoto mimics the one on Mammon's true face, and he digs out his ear.]

Ow. Then meet up with me later!

[ Probably because they're making money from it. Those high-pitched screams in MANTICORE's material? All his. Why they didn't at least mute it a little is anyone's guess though. Maybe it's immune to magic. ]

[ He glares at the guy for a few moments longer, then finally lets go. ]

Fine. When and where?

[..You know, fair enough, Mammon can't judge things from the perspective of making cash.]

["Yamamoto" straightens up and laughs.]

I like the Gold's Gym downtown! You can email me sometime whenever your bigshot schedule is next clear~.

[ See. ]

[ Squalo still glares at "him" a bit and holds out a hand. Hope you had more than one slip of paper with an email because he destroyed the previous one whoops. ]

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