"You know you're going to be in deep shit, right?"
Ob Nixilis sighed. He didn't need to turn around to know who was there, thanks to the mirror he stood in front of. "Jasper."
The other planeswalker pushed off of the door frame they had been leaning against. Their own fire magic, which echoed Ob Nixilis's, crackled around them. "I'm serious, bro. If you go through with this plan to target the Maestros, someone's gonna turn you into a pair of boots."
"You're not making a very convincing argument, dear sibling," Ob Nixilis grumbled. He brushed off his pinstripe suit. His tail lashed behind him, the only indicator that they were getting under his skin.
Jasper Clark grinned. Those canine teeth, the only indicator that something was deeply wrong about the otherwise-human-looking planeswalker, were stained red from some sort of recent meal. Ob Nixilis still didn't know if his sibling engaged in cannibalism...then again, was it really cannibalism if they weren't human? "I'm just saying. Spara's protective of Xander. To say nothing of Anhelo and Jetmir."
Ob Nixilis scoffed. "And we're more powerful than every single one of them. Why do you even work for that bird, anyway?"
Jasper shrugged, nonchalant. "Because I want to. Like how you try to conquer planes just because you want to." They turned to leave. "Anyway, good seeing you again, little bro. Good luck becoming New Capenna's most hated guy." Before Ob Nixilis could come up with a retort, they were gone.
Instead, he grumbled under his breath. "Sometimes I wonder which one of us really took after our father more..."
