♔ TO FIGHT!

this is an rp blog for superbi squalo of the anime/manga, katekyo hitman reborn. affiliated with pandora's box. i can rp with indie-blogs, if it's requested -- so ask away! *branded with the sin of PRIDE. *residing in housing S-1, LUMEN.

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»♔ *in flight? __@rosary.

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This brute was simply looking for a fight now, huh? Well, Rosary’s pride wouldn’t allow her to turn down a challenge. If only she knew what he was planning though. His stance suggested that he could charge at her any moment - yet he remained unarmed. Still, there had been a streak of silver just now… Finally, Rosary’s gaze was drawn towards his left hand and to her surprise, it seemed to be artificial. Perhaps he had some weapon hidden the—

…what beautiful hair…

— what? How could she… ? No matter how pretty his hair reflected thes sunlight, this was clearly not the right place to have such absurd thoughts! “…eh?”, Rosary asked perplexed and finally averted her gaze, barely following the words he had just spat towards her. “Varia? I don’t even know what you’re - whatever.” This really wasn’t a time to get distracted - or intimidated for that matter. 

“Tch, if you want to lose that badly, I’ll do you the favour”, Rosary retorted and in one swift movement she had placed Formular between her legs and pushed herself off the ground, quickly gaining altitude to -hopefully- escape the man’s reach. It was a risky move, seeing as she had only just lost control of the item a few minutes before, but she had a plan. Holding on to the broom as tightly as she could with her right, she slipped her left hand into her pocket and retrieved Fortune from her card pile. If there was one thing Rosary could count on in situations like this, it was her luck; she might as well turn it into strength now.

“Blind seer, mute soothsayer… All of fate lies in thy cards”, she murmured and a bright magic circle bathed the witch in its soothing light. Riding Formular now wouldn’t prove to be a problem anymore - as for the problem down there on the ground, a Banshee’s Cry certainly should do the trick and at least temporarily weaken his power - whatever weapon he intended to use. Chanting the card’s incantation, Rosary merely pointed her hand in his direction and immediately a second magic circle appeared, floating in the air above him. Banshee’s Cry wouldn’t last long, but it was all worth it - if only for the stupid expression this chuff would display upon realizing its effect.

“Ready?”, Rosary asked playfully and with a mere snap of her fingers, the remaining fire balls promptly increased in size. “I’m sure you’ll have fun running down there. I’ll stay up here and watch, alright?”

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What Squalo had said about her crossing a member of the Varia had taken her by surprise, clearly -- and it left her confused for a moment or so. It stood to good reason, though. The silverette had not taken the time to actually take a good look at the woman before him, being that he was so angry and "couldn't be bothered" with it. But, now that he actually did take a moment to do so, it was obvious from her attire alone that she didn't come from anywhere near headquarters. Hell, he was fairly certain she hadn't come from anywhere on the entire European continent.

So when the situation escalated, the witch was more likely than not unaware of the situation she was putting herself in. Nor was she aware of the other person in the situation -- and what his mentioned affiliations actually meant. But that hardly mattered now, seeing as how the situation had escalated too far to actually stop anything from happening. That was probably on part of Squalo's arrogance more than anything .. and his pride, that wouldn't allow him to walk away from the situation even if he tried to. (And he had, keep in mind.)

Within the next few moments, Rosary was back up in the air -- and she was staying up this time, from the looks of it. A scowl reaches the older male's features easily, and as he clenched his metallic fist, something extended from it. His sword, the one attached to his hand; the one that he'd obtained by sacrificing his original hand in a three-day long duel with the previous Sword Emperor, Tyr. It was true that this sword (and the hand that it was attached to) allowed him more flexibility, because of its ability to a full, 360-degree rotation. It allowed him to better mimic the styles that he came across and protect himself from any cowardly attacks to his backside --

But what good would all that do him, really, when the real enemy was up above, where he could hardly reach? "Going up there now? What the hell are you, some kind of coward --!?" He started, but stopped when he looked up and saw the circle floating above him. As if on cue, the mafioso felt his body becoming that much heavier. It became almost difficult to keep his sword-hand raised; the fact that it was made of metal (even if it was a lightweight one) had become more obvious. What the hell was she doing to him, with all these strange incantations .. and those cards of hers, did she have an endless supply of them? If that was the case, this would prove to be more difficult than he originally thought -- especially with what she'd just done to him, and the fact that the fireballs surrounding them multiplied. He'd have to get her down here somehow .. 

He readies himself despite the weakness in his body, not letting it show through on his features. Though, she probably knew the effect that it had on him, being that shewasthe one that had used the 'card' on him. "Keh. What're you waiting for, then!? Fire the damn things away -- though,you'll be joining me down here soon enough!" 

He had a plan. Or, at least, an inkling of one. He had one shot, more likely than not, so it'd have to be precise -- and it'd have to work.

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Freefall {Squalo/Jade}

While it was somewhat refreshing to be in an ‘Earth-like’ setting once more, it still gave way to not having much to actually do or accomplish. Escaping was futile; or at least her attempts had ended as such and it seemed the longer she spent in Tenebris — the more of a damper it put on her mood. —And thus chose what idle time she had in a momentum between the two Islands.

Eventually she would have to return to her allocated home, that much was obvious. But the gateway between the two settings was peaceful, not too bright and yet didn’t have that horrible shroud which surrounded the other. Lack of internet connection and devices seemingly useless here, only fuelled the latter fustration as Jade had been one to at least keep 5 computers on her at all times.

An idle stretch was given before she let herself fall through the complex structure of the bridge; one would normally injure themselves whilst falling off a high structure, except that didn’t apply to her as she phased through the metal bars, eventually drifting down towards the stone boarding of the floor. However, what she hadn’t accounted for was someone witnessing that spectacle. Of which she pulled a grin. “Hi!!” Introducing herself, rather than doing what could be considered rude and ignoring them; though lacked in words for what to add after, as it could be seen as odd for someone to just drop so suddenly from the sky.

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In his time in Pandora, the silverette could admit to seeing his fair share of "strange" things. In fact, the layout of the place on its own could be considered strange. There were two islands opposite each other; one shone as though the sun was mere inches from its surface, and the other was completely shrouded in darkness. It was as though each island made up in the element that its opposing island lacked.  He himself resided on the brighter of the two land-masses -- Lumen, the people called it. It was .. unfortunate, however; the lack of shade and the constant lights shining down upon him only served to give him a headache. As though being here didn't provide enough of one. 

The people on Pandora, as far as Squalo was concerned, were no more normal than the world itself. Despite his only meeting a handful of the citizens thus far, the mafioso was certain that he was the only "sane" one to be found in the area. Though, it was probably to be expected; after all, each person came here just as he did, pulled from home by the 'Goddess' that ruled this place. That much probably attributed to the strangeness factor. The silverette was fairly certain that he could do no more than look up and find some "weirdo" doing something that shied from the norm.

.. And, at that exact moment, he did look up from his position .. and found himself watching a girl fall through the metal bars of the structure, towards the stone boarding of the ground. However, instead of injuring herself like a normal person would, she managed to land on her feet with no trouble -- giving Squalo an easygoing grin and a "Hi!" once she saw that he'd seen the stunt she pulled only moments ago. Rather than do the right thing and say "hello" back to her, though, he responded with an eyebrow raise, and some less-than-kind words. "Voi -- what the hell did you think you were doing just now? Are you stupid or something?"

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ooc: hey everyone! so i just wanted to let you all know that i have three things drafted and ready to be replied to -- however, i probably won't get to replying for another few days or so. i got really sick with a stomach virus over the last couple of days, and i'm .. really not feeling up to replying to anything. :c no worries, though, as i'm gonna try to have everything done by the end of this week since i have finals the week after. so, tl;dr, it's gonna take a little extra time for me to get to replies, but i'll get them done, i promise! sorry for the wait everyone ilu all kisses your faces.

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Oh, things were going to be loud around here, too. A small laugh left Bel at the sight of a taller male in the distance. It could only belong to one person he knew. On one hand, he silently wondered why so many Varia members were here where he appeared, but on the other, the blonde knew that someone had to babysit the illusionist he’d come across before.

“Squalo-taichou~” He called out calmly as he broke the distance between the two. “Who would’ve thought you’d be here, too~”

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He'd been minding his own business when the all-too-familiar voice broke his train of thought. Quite honestly, the first thing the silverette thought to do when arriving in Lumen was to look for the rest of his famiglia -- headaches and trouble that they caused him put aside for the moment. Not that he would admit to such a thing aloud, naturally. Though, after being here for some time without finding anything remotely similar to an exit, and after being here for so long without finding so much as a sign ofanyof the other Varia members .. Well, he hadn't given up entirely so much as he had been occupied with other things.

Like trying to find someone worth fighting -- in this so-called "dump", there was a severe lack of anyone who could fight even half-decently. At least, as far as Squalo could see. Grey eyes narrow once the space between the two is shortened, and he speaks up, tone laced with heavy irritation. "Voi -- I've been here too damn long, more like. Where the hell were you all this time!?"

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ooc: as far as i know, i have only one reply left in my drafts (to soul), so i'll go ahead and ask -- does anyone else wanna thread with squalo? i mean, if you'd like to, just let me know and we can plan a closed thread, or something. i'd like to rp with you all, especially some khr! castmates, since squalo has yet to meet with any of the ones we have. so .. yeah! lemme know. ~

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»♔ *in flight? __@rosary.

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And what a foolish thought it had been for her to believe for even a second that this dispute was over. Perhaps her hopeto end this quickly had terribly misguided her or maybe it simply was the sheer speed of the man’s movements - in any case, for a moment, Rosary was completely dumbfounded. 

Truly, he obviously had been fuming with anger before, it was impossible to overlook it. The man’s whole stance, his fierce glare, the way he practically shouted every single word he spoke - none of this suggested that she was dealing with a reasonable and calm person here. Even so, the young noble had hoped the matter could be settled without any further trouble. It was a foolish mistake on her part, to underestimate him and the effect her own words might have on his already quite unbearable temper. He hadn’t appeared to be armed and the lack of any obvious weapon had made her too trusting to have the situation under control - well, she didn’t.

Now this silver-haired ruffian was rushing towards her, planning who knew what and leaving her little time to react. Barely acknowledging the faint streak of silver being revealed as the man disposed of his own glove, Rosary felt herself panic ever so slightly. She could only call out as much as a single word before a reflex to duck away from anything the man might throw at her set in —

“Slaughter!”

It was the name of one of her golems - instantly, the giant pile of animated rocks set itself into motion again, a bloodcurdling growl accompanying each of it’s slow  movements. It wasn’t much of a plan, admittedly, but Rosary left the offence to him. For now, the witch had little interest in attacking on her own; all her actions solely aimed to assemble her remaining fire balls around her own body to defend herself. This situation was absurd, she could barely understand how it had turned out to be like this - didn’t she even apologize just now? 

“W-what is wrong with you?!”, Rosary finally exclaimed in honest bewilderment. Her features, eyes still widened in surprise, left little doubt about how concerned she was abut the man’s sudden approach, although she tried her best to conceal it. “I’m not trying to do anything! All I wanted was to get Formular back. I didn’t mean for this. - But if you want a fight so badly, I can give you one!”

What a sad bluff - she was exhausted and the greatest damage she could do right now was to command her golems to crush the ground into pieces and cause a devastating earthquake. It would be a neat little trick, if there wasn’t the danger for herself to end in the middle of it as well.

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All she had to do was shout out one word, and the loud "THUMPS" started up once again. Looking past the witch, it was easy to see that the golems she'd only just called off had become active again .. at least, one of them did. In addition to the earth-quaking footsteps, the thing let out a howl that was probably meant to intimidate. Even so, the silverette didn't seem to be phased -- and if he was, he was doing a damn good job not showing it. If Rosary had woken one of those things, then it probably meant that she had no intention of fighting herself.

Or, she did, and she intended on bombarding him full-on. With those golems, plus the fire that she'd conjured from thin air .. and whatever other tricks she had up her sleeves. If she was able to do something like making fireballs appear without too much of a movement, who was to say that she wasn't capable of conjuring up other things? He wasn't so foolish to doubt her abilities, no matter how "proud" or "sure of himself" that he was; such a mistake would leave him injured, more likely than not. Especially in this kind of situation, when the odds seemed against him in more ways than one. He'd been so wound-up when he heard her taunt that he hadn't heard the apology she mentioned. And it was because of that that he scoffed at her, his metallic hand raising. "Voi! If you weren't looking for a damn fight in the first place, you wouldn't have made the mistake of taunting a member of the Varia." He hisses; as he speaks, the raised hand clenches into a fist. In an instant, he could have his sword drawn and he could charge at her. He'd certainly have to do something else to take out the other complications in the situation, but .. one thing at a time.

And, by Squalo's logic -- if you get rid of the ring-leader, the acts fall apart shortly .. assuming she would even go through with her word. Some people spoke of one thing, and did something else entirely. "I could destroy all of this shit within seconds, woman; if you're so sure you can give me a good 'fight', then come!"

.. So much for not letting this escalate further.

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“squalo is baring his fangs.”

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»♔ *in flight? __@rosary.

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This was taking too long - what was this birdbrain thinking? He’d die for sure if he kept holding on. Committing a murder had not been Rosary’s intention, but who could know there was a man this stubborn? Not daring to avert her gaze, her mind kept repeating the same two words: Let go. Let go! - Until he finally did.

Rosary nearly stumbled backwards from the sheer force he used to shove the broom towards her. She didn’t care; none of it mattered now. Thank Vasuraha, Formular was back in her hands and she clung to it as if it was the greatest treasure - it was, to her. For as long as Pandora held her captive, her broomstick and cards were much more than mere magical artefacts; they were precious keepsakes of her world - her home. Perhaps her reaction had been too impulsive, but Rosary didn’t expect a stranger to understand what it meant to take something this dear to her away.

It was but a moment the witch could smile in honest relief - too loud was this chuff for her to longer ignore his presence. For what reason was he still sticking around anyway, shouldn’t her magic have sufficed to send him running? The nerve of that man to spat such arrogant words at her… Rosary’s features turned grim. 

“That’s right; a fiend like you would never understand its value and you’d do better to keep your dirty hands to yourself”, the witch retorted in an icy tone that stood in stark contrast to the flames still dancing around her frame. “Didn’t you have enough yet? Your words mean nothing to me. Are you really that oblivious to your situation or do you actually want me to teach you another lesson?” Still, in spite of her words, she lifted a hand and immediately the golems seized their actions - she was the greatest puppet master around after all - no need for grand gestures here.

However, she now was entirely convinced that this specimen had to be an especially dumb one - how else could his threats be explained, despite his clearly unprofitable position? Rosary frowned, she couldn’t understand this man at all. What had she done to spark such an urge in him to aggravate her? Ah, right, she had crashed into him earlier - but he was unharmed and she did apologize—

She didn’t. The witch had intended to do so, but this dimwit had snatched Formular away from her before she had any chance to excuse herself. Now that she gave it some thought, this whole situation was really unnecessary; out of reflex her free hand darted towards her forehead in frustration. It seemed like there was no way around it.

“Look, I’m sorry for colliding with you earlier - it was not my intention and I apologize for that”, Rosary finally told him and a bit reluctantly she added “but if you’re going to take Formular away from me like some jackal, you will have to pay the price.”

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As of this moment, Squalo had no intention of fighting the woman before him -- though it was completely unlike him. The man was almost always looking for a fight in some shape, way, or form. However, as he'd already noticed, the odds were severely against him .. and it wasn't only because this woman had pulled so many tricks and, essentially, had him surrounded. No, there were actually a few other things holding him back from leaping at her. For one, he'd been in the middle of doing something before she'd so rudely charged into him: Namely, scoping out the area. If he was right, and the rest of his famiglia was around .. they couldn't be too far away. It was only so long that he'd go without catching sight of at least one of them -- and, as much as he was reluctant to admit it, finding them was probably priority right now.

He merely scoffed at the insults the woman threw at him, forcing down the venomous words that he was prepared to spit back at her. The silverette hardly ever censored himself; if he disliked you, or if he thought you to be some kind of fool, you would know. However, the idea that "fighting the woman wasn't worth it" continued to nag him in the back of his mind -- and that was really the only thing keeping him from rushing head-in and doing something he might (or might not) regret, further down. It was strange of him to have been socalm, so restrained. While, in reality, he didn't look to be calm -- the anger radiated off him in waves -- this was calm for him.

Merely giving her a scoff and a dirty look, he turned his back to her and prepared to walk away, fists clenched tightly at his sides. At least, he was .. until he heard it --

"Are you really that oblivious to your situation or do you actually want me to teach you another lesson?"

Any and all apologies that she might've offered to him after saying that were completely disregarded; he hadn't seen her stop her golems, being that his back had been turned -- and he was now too enraged to notice the change. In an instant, he spun back around to face her. As he'd turned back, his right hand reached to his left and practically ripped off the glove that covered his left; the gleam of the metal the hand was made of was faint, but it was noticeable. His steps back to her were quick -- granted, he hadn't gotten that far from her to begin with, but he came back quicker than he'd managed to walk away. If it was at all possible, steam would probably have been coming from his ears. "Voi -- is that how you think this would go!?"

He would've walked away, he would have, truly -- but if this woman thought for a second that she'dscaredhim, it wouldn't do. He'd gone easy on her, up until now. If she was going to pull tricks, then so could he, in his own way --

"As though you would be able to land a hit on me; I dare you to try."

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Damn, since when has it ever gotten so cold in Pandora? Last time he remembered it was usually a normal temperature in the world, a comfortable weather that was fine for all inhabitants. Soul pulled up the collar of his jacket closer to his cheeks, the clothing barely providing any sort of real warmth to the white-haired teen. He cursed under his breath, noting that if he was to ever get sucked into another world again he would bring extra jackets that were fit the weather.

His breath formed a small white fog into the cold air, the breath made of annoyance. The cold weather was starting to get to him; Soul rushing to get to his destination as quickly as possible in order to reach the safeguard of heat. His footsteps echoed in the frosty emptiness, quick steps of anxiety. But then a certain familiar sound caught the weapon’s attention. Deep red eyes darted towards the source, seeing a figure of a person. Citizen or monster? That’s what he needed to know.

The boy’s arm was replaced with his own form of a weapon; a red and black scythe now protruding from his body. His eyes watched the other carefully as it shouted out words. Words, so then it was human. But Soul didn’t managed to lower his guard; the other had a weapon as well.

“I’ll answer once you reveal yourself.”

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Well, he wasn't expecting that kind of reply.

The boy in front of him looking nothing so familiar; in fact, that was all he looked like. Some boy that had been walking around and had the misfortune of finding the silverette just as he'd woken up from his .. "landing" here. At least -- that was all that he had looked like at first. It was only when he got close enough that Squalo took note of the boy's arm. Or rather, his lack of one. Where there should have been another appendage, there was a weapon; a scythe, to be exact, colored black and red. In a sense, it was similar to the way Squalo had a sword attached to his own left hand -- in a sense, but not exactly. He still had his entire arm; the only thing was missing was his hand, and that was replaced with one made entirely of metal. However, this boy's arm .. it looked to be a weapon entirely.

One brow raises on the mafioso's features at the realization, however, now isn't the time to be thinking about that. If the kid had a weapon drawn, it either meant that he meant to fight, or he was simply being protective. Judging by his words, however, the boy probably would not have been opposed to a fight, if it came to that. And Squalo was just the kind of aggravated to get into a fight with the first person he saw -- "Keh! Do you have a death wish, or are you just plain stupid!?" He scoffs in response to Soul's demand for a name. Did he really not know who he was -- was he that far away from HQ? The thought irritated him, and his fists clench at his sides, the sword on his left hand still drawn. The farther away he was, the worse off he would be in trying to get back at all .. But that was besides the point right now.

"I don't have the patience for games, kid. Just answer the goddamn question."

Of course, being Squalo, he couldn't make things so simple.

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It seemed the weather in Pandora was quickly changing to that of autumn. The leaves were slowly changing colors, and the air was getting crisp. It was times like this that a certain ravenette just wanted to jump into a pile full of fallen leaves. That was always fun, childish yes, but still fun. At this very moment, she was actually taking Angelo for a much needed walk. Ever since Pandora, the goddess, had changed the lay out around, Rinoa hadn’t been able to take Angelo for a long walk because they were clouded in darkness all the time. However, today Rinoa decided to take Angelo over the Golden bridge to Lumen. She was sure the trees there would look beautiful!

The ravenette walked along the cobblestone walkway toward the Golden Bridge with Angelo close at her heels. The cool breeze ran through her raven tresses, and she pulled her jacket closer to her. Thankfully, she had some other clothes rather than her blue duster, and shorts. If she were wearing that right now, she would probably catch a terrible cold! Angelo walked happily alongside her master, it felt nice to stretch her legs after such a long time. 

It didn’t take them too long for them to cross the bridge into the light covered island that was Lumen. Rinoa looked up at the sky and smiled softly. When was the last time she had seen the sun? All she wanted to do was soak up all of the sun’s rays before she had to retreat to her own island. If she didn’t make it back to her island before night the dragon of Tenebris would force her to come back. And she would like to avoid having a run in with that thing. When she heard Angelo whine due to her owner stopping, Rinoa turned to her furry companion and chuckled. 

“Ok ok, I’m coming girl.”

With that, they continued their walk, and found themselves deeper in the middle of Lumen. All of the sudden, Angelo began to growl and ran in front of her owner to defend her. 

“What is it, Angelo?” she asked as she canted her head. 

It wasn’t until she heard a voice call out that she knew what Angelo was signalling. 

“I’m not here to hurt you. I was just taking a walk.”

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Truth be told, Squalo was expecting something more hostile to head in his direction once he called out to the figure. It was the reason that he already had his sword drawn, and that he was already bracing himself for some kind of fight. After all, being in an area that he did not recognize in the slightest wasn't the best thing for him -- if he'd had any clue where he was, he would have known what to expect. But he'd only just woken up here, on the streets of some nameless, too-bright city .. or, at least, that was what it looked like. He hadn't even had the chance to investigate yet; or, rather, it hadn't even occurred to him to do so yet, in-between his confusion and sheer anger with the situation. And with the "person" approaching, he doubted he would actually have the chance to do so --

-- .. So, imagine his surprise when he found that the one coming towards him was not one, but two. And it was nothing so hostile as he'd imagined; in fact, all it was was a dog, and a woman who the silverette could easily assume to be its owner. She claimed that she didn't mean him any harm, and that she was only in the area for a walk. It seemed true enough, considering she didn't look to have anything like a weapon on her -- at least, nothing that Squalo could identify as a weapon. Even so, the sword attached to his left arm remained out in the open; if not for safety purposes, then to pose some kind of threat. Because, once again, he knew nothing of this place or its people. If there was one thing that his lifestyle had taught him thus far, it was that no one could be trusted .. at least, no one outside of his Famiglia.

.. But even then, some of the Varia members couldn't be trusted with certain things. For example, there was Mammon and money. And Bel was an irritant all-around, he couldn't be trusted in general -- but those things were besides the point now.

Not bothering to hide his distaste, Squalo's nose wrinkles at the now-growling dog."Voi--! Call your damn pet off me, will you!?" Truth be told, the silverette wasn't all that fond of animals .. at least, not the ones that were considered house-pets. Taking his eyes away from the animal in question, he looked up at the woman it was defending. Whoever she was, she wasn't familiar .. but if she was here, she might've come under the same conditions that he had. Keeping that in mind, the mafioso addressed her; maybe she'd be able to give him some kind of information, if he just kept calm.

".. Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

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»♔ *in flight? __@rosary.

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Really, what did he expect to gain out of this? He couldn’t know how to use Formularor how valuable it was; as far as Rosary was concerned, this man was but an idiot, trying too hard to provoke her. She could only wonder why that was.

The witch chuckled; for some reason, the situation seemed rather amusing to her. “An invitation then”, Rosary replied , perhaps a bit too carelessly. She knew nothing of what this man was capable of and his mere presence was quite threatening in itself; but looks alone would not suffice to intimidate her. Besides, giving her the chance to strike first was a mistake only a fool overestimating himself would do.

“You’d do better not to rush me, chuff. But don’t worry - this’ll be over before you even know it”, the witch commented playfully, just as her golems had finally reached the little park, and with ear-battering growling trotted over towards their mistress. Rosary didn’t bother to acknowledge their coming; they’d naturally attack this lout once they got close enough anyway. Instead, she began murmuring an incantation, barely audible. Only the last few words were spoken loud enough to be heard and finally her expression changed into a determined one.

“… let thy fiery incantation bear its fangs!”

A large magic circle appeared only inches away from the card Rosary was holding, crimson in its colour like the large balls of fire it released. In no time, several of the fiery orbs were filling the area all around them. Admittedly, they were lacking a bit in size and number; the witch had been quite exhausted from the long flight to begin with. She wouldn’t bother to let that show though, of course.

Complacently grinning, she merely waved her left hand ever so slightly - and as if drawn on an invisible string, one of the fire balls shot straight into her direction. The collision didn’t burn her, however; it merged with the void of flames surrounding Rosary, causing it to grow remarkably - quickly extending the fire’s reach enough to soon engulf the man in flames as well, if he insisted on his idiotic antics. 

“Let go if you value your life”, the witch stated dryly. No matter why his hand hadn’t burned previously, it would make no difference now. Rosary still had some more fire balls to spare - not like she’d even need them.

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Whatever the woman was doing, it was nothing Squalo had ever seen before. She had done nothing more than utter a few words .. and yet, in an instant, balls of fire surrounded the perimeter of the park. It wasn't many of them, but the size of them was more than enough to make up for the amount. Rosary might not have thought them too big, but it was otherwise in the eyes of the mafioso. No-doubt getting hit with something like that would do more than just leave a few scratches; they were sure to hurt if they hit. He would not have thought so much of them, though, had Rosary not done what she did next. All she had to do was wave a hand, and one of the fire-balls flew towards her, narrowly missing the silverette. However, instead of burning her .. her body absorbed it.

If she could move them at will, he was sure to be hurt in some way -- should the situation at hand escalate any further. It would've been fine to just navigate the area and not collide with them if they only surrounded the park, but .. it would have been an entirely different story if he was obligated to dodge them as they came charging at him. Squalo was very fast, but from the looks of it, the balls of fire were faster, if only slightly. He could probably dodge for some time, but he would falter eventually -- whether it would have been from the exhaustion of constantly running, or an arrogant choice to strike on his part.

And if that wasn't enough, the source of the loud stomping had finally shown themselves. Golems -- not that the mafioso would know much about them. All he knew was what he could tell from looking at them: loud, large, and no-doubt made out of some kind of material that would not shatter easily. As it currently stood, all the odds were against him. His pride was what kept him standing here, his grip on the broomstick tight, honestly. He had nothing to gain from the situation, other than the satisfaction of aggravating the woman for the way she'd toppled onto him. He had no use for the object in his hand, nor did he have any interest in any of the things before him -- Rosary, the golems. He might've been slightly interested in how she procured all of this, but other than that? There was nothing.

And, quite honestly, getting injured because of his own arrogance wasn't worth it -- not now, when he had other things to do.

"Keh." That was the only verbal response the witch received. And then, clearly reluctant, he released his grip on the broom-handle, shoving it at her. "Fine; take the piece of shit back! It's worth nothing to me, anyway."

There's a pause, then, and the silverette's eyes look past her, towards the golems and the fireballs behind them. ".. Now call off your dogs and your fire, and I'll consider leaving you here unscratched. It'd be damn generous of me, considering the trouble you've caused me." .. What was that about not letting arrogance get in the way, and just "walking away" --?

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C!IC: YOU HAVE SUCH PRETTY HAIRRR MISTERRR CAN I BRAID IT?!

"What the hell --!?""You do so much as look at it, and you'll lose your goddamn hands!"

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It doesn’t burn. Why does his hand not burn?! How irritating.

Any normal man would have let go of the broomstick by now, for the sake of not losing his hand. But not this one. It was a quite intimidating display he pulled off there; not like Rosary would care to acknowledge that though. He either possessed much greater endurance than any of the soldiers the witch had encountered during the war, or there was another trick to this and she was willing to bet on the latter. 

“Is that a challenge or an invitation?”, Rosary asked calmly, a confident smirk still playing about her lips. She had desisted from dealing any real damage to this lout so far, but there certainly would be nothing wrong with it if he was asking for more of her so-called tricks this nicely, right? While her right hand still remained firmly gripped around her magical artefact, and constantly extended the flames surrounding it little by little, Rosary slipped her free hand into her coat’s pocket - just when the sound of enormous footsteps entered her hearing range. Seems like her golems would finally catch up with her soon.

“Well”, Rosary continued, ignoring the all too familiar sounds and rather focused on finding the right card without looking - of course she couldn’t avert her attention from this man, not as long as he was still holding on to Formular. “Whatever it may be, I’m normally not the kind of girl to look for sparks to fly at a first meeting; but I guess I can make an exception in your case. Unless you want to stop being unnecessary complicated and simply let go? Your call, churl.”

Her smile, by now, had turned into a rather overly sugary-sweet one, entirely unbefitting for her grim intentions. The Flame card had finally found its way into her left, and all she had to do was murmur a quick incantation. This whole park would likely end up in ashes, but for her broomstick, it was all worth it. However, a nagging voice in the back of Rosary’s mind kept annoying her with useless reminders that she indeed had brought this situation over herself by crashing into this idiot to begin with. It was thanks to this uncalled for voice that she was still holding back - but her golems kept getting closer by the minute as well.

This fool would have no choice but to let go, no matter what strange trick he was pulling that kept his hand from burning - yet. Just make the fire hot enough and anything will burn; except for Rosary herself, of course.

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If she was surprised at all by the fact that he hadn't withdrawn his hand, she did a good job of not showing that as well. The witch remained calm as she continued to address him, just as she did when she approached him only moments ago. However, as she spoke this time, the smirk that had only just appeared on his features replaced itself with a scowl. Once more, the swordsman was aggravated -- or, at the very least, he'd become more aggravated than smug, this time around. "What do you think it was?" He hisses in response, eyes narrowing as her free hand went to rummage in one of her coat's pockets.

Whatever she was planning on doing next, the mafioso was sure that he would be able to endure it. As if to reinforce that, his grip on the handle of the broom once again tightened. He wasn't afraid of her at all; if she was trying to get a reaction of fear out of him, she would be here a very,verylong time. Squalo had seen things much more fearsome than this -- some woman that was able to pull magic tricks out of thin air. The fact that he went through a two-day-long battle just to prove a point, or the fact that he cut off one of his hands for the sake of a sword style spoke volumes about him. He had little to fear, especially when he held tight to the belief that everyone was below him.

He was entirely sure that he was ready for what was coming -- at least, until he heard the sound of large, consecutive "THUMP!"s headed in their direction. Whatever it was that was causing it had to be heavy, because as they neared, the ground shook ever so slightly -- "Voi! do you really think you can scare me with a couple of words?" He responds with a scoff; his eyes betray him for a moment, and he looks off in the direction that the thumping was coming from. His sights return swiftly back to the woman before him, though -- so he was not able to really catch sight of anything in that direction. When he looked back at Rosary, however, he caught sight of what she'd been looking for in her pocket. There was now a card in that hand, or so it looked like. He could only sneer at that fact; what did she intend to do with something so useless as a card?

Only one way to find out about that .. and about the thumping that grew ever-nearer. Something told him he should just let go, but that would be .. entirely unlike him, wouldn't it?

Besides, he could use a good fight, if that was what this was coming to.

"If you're going to do something, then do it already. Or are you a damn coward, good for nothing but talking?"

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It was cold. Much too cold. 

Grey eyes open, and a groan escapes the lips of the person that said eyes belong to. The silverette didn't even need to sit up to know that he wasn't where he should have been. The fact that whatever he was sprawled out on was freezing (and slightly damp) gave him enough of a reason to think so. Opening his eyes up to see some of his surroundings, however, confirmed what he thought. With some effort, Squalo sits up; his body feels slightly heavier than it should have, as though he had endured some kind of physical damage. Had he gotten into a fight, prior to this? That might explain why he felt so sluggish, so heavy. It might have also explained why he was laying on what appeared to be one of many connected concrete streets, but .. No, that wouldn't explain why he was in a place that was so unfamiliar to him.

It felt like only moments ago that he was in some part of Italy, weaving through groups of people to get to his destination. No, not felt. It was only moments ago that he was on his mission, headed towards his destination. So then, where was he now -- and how the hell did he even get here to begin with? Had he gotten into a fight and lost to whoever he faced (which he highly doubted) .. how did they manage to bring him somewhere entirely different in such a short amount of time? The silverette doubted that he had been knocked out for too long; despite the fact that the concrete beneath him was damp, his uniform wasn't soaked through just yet. He must have just arrived in this place .. again, wherever "this place" was.

Another moment, and he brought himself to his feet with some effort. It irritated him, this sluggishness that he felt, but he didn't have the time to sit around and wait for it to wear off. The mafioso needed to find out where he was, and quickly; he didn't intend to stay in this place for too long. Hell, he had already spent too much time here. He needed to be back at HQ, he needed to report back to the other Varia members and his boss. He also needed to find out who the hell had managed to drag him here, while he was at it.

However, no sooner did he start off down one of the concrete pathways before him did he hear a noise. And, of course, it was echoing down the road that he chose not to go down. Narrowing his eyes, Squalo wasted no time in drawing his sword and turning in the direction of the sound -- that which could only be identified as footsteps. They grew closer with every waking second, and the Rain Guardian would be damned if he let whoever was approaching get the jump on him. Putting aside the aches and pains he felt for the moment, he stepped forward as the one responsible for the noise turned a corner and came into his view. It was only a silhouette as of now, but the closer each of them got, the clearer the form became.

There were a number of ways one would probably go about handling such a situation; Squalo chose the one that was least friendly, as was his nature. "Voi! Who the hell's out there!?"

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Rosary was not yet done dusting herself off and could merely roll her eyes at the stranger’s comments. This manner of speaking… She really had to wonder where the goddess had picked up such a useless peasant as this one. It clearly wasn’t worth her time to keep arguing with him. The witch would simply pick up her broom and -

Oh no, he didn’t. 

The moment this bastard had decided to insult and even pick up her most valuable Formular, he basically had sealed his own fate. The only person who had ever survived snatching a broom away from her was Milanor, that little thief… And Rosary had only forgiven him since he had helped to protect her domain from being slaughtered. If it wasn’t for that… Who knew what terrible fate would have befallen him. As for this rude lout here - there was not a single reason in the world for her not to simply shoot a fireball at him and watch him struggle in his last moments, begging for forgiveness… 

But Rosary didn’t do it. An uncalled for pain on her chest hit her off guard - and unfortunately bought the peasant more lifetime that he promptly spent on insulting the witch even further. She was boiling with anger at this point and slowly the fire void surrounding herself began to manifest as actual flames, dangerously flickering around her body. If only it wasn’t for this cursed brand on her skin… Fine. There were other ways to make him pay. Rosary would not lose here, not to a lowlife like this.

Fists clenched at her sides, the witch walked straight up to the man, until only a few inches kept them apart. Instead of letting the anger show, she faced him with her most nonchalant smirk and said, as ambiguously as possible: “Well, what else would I be riding? Did you have any suggestions in mind?”

Giving him no time to react to that, she also put a hand on her beloved Formular; the peasant surely would let go of it soon enough, as she began to extend the flames all around the broomstick. “You shouldn’t put your fingers on things you cannot handle”, Rosary stated slyly. “Or you might get burned.”

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The flames that began to flicker around her merited an eyebrow raise on the mafioso's part -- it was probably the only change on his facial features. He did not seem to intend to back down, nor did he bother to release his hold on the broom-stick that he'd so rudely snatched up moments ago. As far as he was concerned, the object was nothing more than trash; he could not comprehend why Rosary was trying to do something so ridiculous as ride on it in the first place. What's more, she was getting so angry over the thing, that she was preparing to attack .. or so it seemed. He would be more than ready for whatever flame-based attack she threw at him, and as the flames grew in intensity, he prepped himself to have to move ..

.. Only for them to die down completely. As though he wasn't already somewhat-confused with the situation. In the next moment, she was upon him -- and she was smirking, not angry. Or, if she was angry, she was doing a good job of not allowing it to show. It was probably on part of the sly remark that she made to him, to which he could only muster up a scowl. A remark made in very poor taste, it would seem -- Squalo would not bother to give her the satisfaction of a response. It wasn't worth it. "Keh." His eyes narrowed slightly as she laid a hand on the wood of the broomstick. Fire began to surround it then; she intended to burn his hand, at the very least. That much was obvious.

But in response, he could only smirk. For he'd grabbed it with his left hand, the artificial one. One that he'd had made up to prevail in situations similar to this. So long as the temperature would not get too high .. "Is that so? Doesn't seem like anything's burning, woman. See for yourself." His grip on the handle only tightened, as if to prove a point. He could have very easily let go of the thing, but, hell, he was Squalo. So long as the temperature didn't get too high, he would be alright .. but would it get that high, was the question? Rosary seemed pretty intent on doing something to him, as "payback" for taking her seemingly-precious possession. The metal of his hand was very resistant, but it could probably only take so much.

His eyes wander to the broomstick, and takes note of the fact that it hasn't burned nor splintered at all. For a second, he wonders why that was, but -- no, there was something more important to be focusing on now. "Got any other damn-cheap tricks up your sleeve that you want to attempt?"