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“I like making people work.” He said blandly, the smirk still plastered on his face. The firmness of the other’s grip was only egging him on. Truly, he loved to die.

Flamel let his eyes wander downward when the snake touched his chest. Yes, he had heard the music box the whole time, but he didn’t really believe it was from within the other’s body until now. This was just getting more and more interesting. The hitman let out a low chuckle, genuinely intrigued. “So that’s what crow-king did to you? No way.” If the choleric bird really did rip Micru’s heart out, how did he survive?

He was about to word this question out loud, when the air in his throat was suddenly forced out. Listening to the snake’s threat, however, only made Flamel’s shit-eating grin wider. “Oh? I can’t wait to find out what that’ll be.”

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Grosss. Micru felt his blood bubble a bit at the carefree sounding words the other constantly spoke, and he pulled back and crushed his head into the wall behind him to let a bit of it out. He never really spoke to this person before to realize it until now, but he... did remember having his neck snapped once. It was probably just a dream, but thinking about it made him angrier. It was somehow his fault anyway.

“Your mouthh irritatess me.” With his free hand now he found Flamels wrist, grabbing just how he would the usual prey he catches in alleys, tightening, tightening with the snakelike grip-strength until the bones cracked, and tightening further more until the skin bruised and grew less taut. When he seemed satisfied, he ripped off his hand in a quick motion. It all happened very quickly. He didn't even bother trying to eat it. He was more than hungry right now.

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It was just another usual night out for him. Sure, the usual definition of ‘usual’ didn’t entail bringing a cooler filled with one’s own organs to a shady back-alley clinic in a shady back-alley part of town, but ‘Nikolas Flamel’ wasn’t exactly… well. The usual person.

At the moment he was strolling down a particularly long and particularly dark passage of the Hidden District, hands-in-pockets and whistling casually to the flicker of grimy neon signs. It smelled of old booze and cigarettes, and the faint drum of club music could be heard from one of the buildings; the glint of strobe lights was just barely seen through an empty doorway. The sound of his footsteps echoed softly through the night.

And yet – although his own steps were the only ones audible – he knew he wasn’t alone in the street. He had the suspicion that he was being followed – which wasn’t anything new, so he wasn’t very worried. It wasn’t until he could hear the tune slowly drawing nearer, feel the cold-blooded inhumanity, that he began to feel something. Excited.

So he didn’t move to counteract the other’s force, letting the serpent of a man shove him roughly against the bricks of the building next to them. The look of revulsion in Micru’s eyes just made him feel so… warm inside. Slowly, his lips curled into a coy grin. “Fancy meeting you here, snake guy.”

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While usually Micru would only be slightly irritated by the likes of others, this guys presence at the current moment made him feel sick. The kind of sick that makes him want to crush something between his teeth.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He hisses. “Granted you’re not the eassiesst to find.” His grip tightens on Xero’s clothes. “Do you know what the conssiquencee of your little information sslip to Deathh wass?” He taps his the fabric on his chest lightly, taking one hand away for the moment. The small lullaby carried just enough for a normal human to hear. But that also let Xero know that Micru had a scarily relaxed heart rate for being so angry. Though... “I never took it sserioussly when ssomeone told me I was heartlesss until now you know.”

His free hand latches around Xero’s neck next, squeezing just enough for Xero to be able to talk through it. He shakes off his hood and presses him against the brick wall more, his teeth baring. “Now I think I sshould take ssomething from you..”

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A quiet tune played from Micru’s chest as a small reminder of his current frustration. Sure, he’s fine now, but he’s also bored and he almost never passes up revenge even if it’s very subtle. But he’s not particularly planning subtle today. Word passed along from his snakes let him know exactly where this irritant was going to be at this time, and walking there made him slightly nervous but also more confident in himself with each step. With another flick of his tongue he could smell him close now, and thanks to this place being in a perpetual nighttime, as well as this alley for making it just so darker to match his black clothes, he came up behind his victim. Walking with his hood up and head down he looked like nothing out of the ordinary in the hidden district- and he was sure the white haired fiend would be able to sense him somehow. So passing as something human for the moment would do. The element of surprise is something he’s very fond of. His footsteps gained.

Whether he turned or not, a quick push to the shoulder to face him and grabbing the collar of his top ended with Micru promptly shoving him into the wall of the alley, his face quite close to the others with his teeth bared. He addressed him curtly, and almost dripping with the reason he was there. “. . .Flamel.”

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Ha?

…Another bloody bird? I asssure you if you ever tried to eat me, you wouldn’t enjoy the tasste, if you actually happened to get that far.

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Hm, you’re the.. ‘sour’ kind, then…?

We weren’t aware of anymore birds like.. well, like us. Must be a loud one, with the way you speak of it. We’ll try to keep an eye out for it.

Ah, but you - hm. To start, our name is Tate. We haven’t met properly.

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Tate, then. I'm Micru. Ssour or whatever kind you prefer to categorizze me in. I wouldn't ssay it'ss hard to find him, ssincee he appearss to jusst be everywhere.

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