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[myskiniscrawling]

Mogwai pressed the pads of his gloved fingers into the mask, setting it so that it rest straight against his face once more. "The garrote is an underappreciated weapon of subjugation." He brushed off his jacket. "If executed correctly, death by strangulation is not only efficient, but silent."

"I appear to have underestimated you." Kid grinned, examining both the garrote and the owner of it. "And you still refuse to tell me your name. At least have the decency to tell someone why they're being attacked and who by before you do so. I find it increases their fear."

[myskiniscrawling]

Crona blinked, a small smile forming on her face. "Hello, Kid." She suppressed a sickening laugh, ignoring the desire to taste his lips, his blood.

"Hello, Crona." Kid smiled too, sensing... a craving in her soul, along with the insanity which appealed to his own.

[myskiniscrawling]

Miki appeared before her mad uncle, and gave a respectful curtsy before speaking, her expression and tone cheerful. "Hello, Uncle Kid. We've missed you! Hehe! Mommy Dea sent us to check if you had heard the wonderful knews from papa Asura. It seems he has found a way to sever the connection between himself and the soul fragment he imbedded into Kali. His immortality is once again assured. We were all very relieved to learn it!"

Kid glared while she spoke, surprising himself with the amount of self control it took not to attack her the moment she appeared. “And this should change how I feel towards you how, exactly? If you think that all is forgotten, then you are mistaken. And though my desire to kill you slowly may not be as intense as before, make no mistake that it still stands.”

[myskiniscrawling]

Mogwai hit the pavement with a hard, unforgiving 'thud'--breath escaping his lungs upon impact. He rolled onto his side with a light chuckle and contended sigh, still feeling the burn of Kid's soul-wavelength lingering in his gut. "Nice reflexes," he coughed, slowly rising back to his feet. "It's been a while since I've had an actual challenge."

"I'm sure I've already told you I'm a god, it should be expected. Isn't it pleasant to meet an opponent worth your time?" Kid unwound the wire from his neck, wincing as he did. He examined it curiously. "Interesting choice of weapon, this is."

[myskiniscrawling]

♫|| /poutpout. /rolls around then clings to

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[myskiniscrawling]

♫|| /sq uirms. ur no fair-

//i’m totally fair bby~

[myskiniscrawling]

No more talking. This was growing tedious, and he was itching for a kill. Producing a thin, metal-wrapped piano wire from his coat pocket, Mogwai lunged forward. He slipped the garrote over Kid's head with swift, practiced ease--and fastened it tight; giving it a sharp pull towards his chest.

Kid wouldn't deny that the attack took him by surprise, but he was fast to retaliate. Feeling the wire close around his throat and aiming to ignore the claustrophobia it brought with it, he used the tug that came with it to his own advantage, planting his palm flat against the other's stomach and sending a bolt of force through it.

[myskiniscrawling]

(Murder meme) "Do you truly want nothingness more than you want completion?"

Kid paused, hesitating for a moment, the buzz of madness around him quieting into barely a hum. He sighed and, slowly, began to back off.

"Completion. Always."