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you know you can't get away from me and my coolness~ takes more than that to shake me off, lmao

“me and my coolness”

   ♥ ––  The smirk on Erebus’ face looked dry. So, Flip’s caretaker was that strong. They kept a mental note to stay wary of that one.

      They weren’t really planning on winning. Just make some noise, lay out an injury here and there, hell maybe even get some stress relief from this, and then leave. If they had a killing chance…

      Well.

      One step at a time.

      “Love the scenery. You guys got really good tastes…” Erebus let out a sigh and a small, breathy chuckle. “I wonder if Monarch will find us a place as pretty as this. I missed seeing fields like this. Not really a fan of the residents, though.” Red eyes glance at Flip for a moment, before looking back to the black knife in their hand.

      The black knife turns in their palm, over, and over, and over… it appears to be dripping black fluid, viscous and tar-like. They hold their blade up and smile brightly. When the fluid hit the ground, it sizzled and burned the grass and soil.

      “Wanna take a guess, Flip? After all, I got a few knives with your name on it~”

Flip donned a look of mock offense. “Is that really all? Man, and here I thought you had some real beef to discuss. Ya know, trade agreements between government heads, territory rights, the usual business. Maybe even a little bit of personal grief.”

That knife looked wicked nasty, and Flip had no doubt about the kind of damage it could deal. He was confident in his own abilities, though, and simply took it all in stride. Every step forward burned with increasing intensity, leaving only molten earth in its wake - a mirror to the liquid oozing out of the blade.

“But honestly,” he continued with practiced nonchalance, feeling the leash on his power dissipate into nothingness, “I don’t really suppose I give a damn about any of that stuff either. I’d much rather burn you to ash and scatter your code to the void. Just because I’ve been quiet all this time doesn’t mean I don’t have my own score to settle, after all.”

There it was. The burning rage that made his eyes glow a vengeful, vivid crimson. His demeanor was calm, perfectly controlled, as if he had cultivated his anger and properly utilized it plenty of times before. He rarely showed this side of himself anymore but...

Sometimes it was easy to remember that Flip had once been a rampaging sociopath.

His smile became venomous as he came to a halt a mere few feet away. “I hope you weren’t planning on making it out alive today, Judge.”

    ♥ ––  “Ah. Still prickly as ever, huh? As to be expected.”

      Erebus sighed and shrugged their shoulders. They idly pulled their phone out and tapped something into the screen, as though they were having a perfectly casual conversation.

      “It’s too bad, Flip. Before this, I thought we could’ve gotten along together. I’ve had my share of prickly friends in the past, after all. But whatever. I think it’s best if I cut to the chase, right?”

      They slip their phone back into their pocket, and a black knife appears in its place.

      “Unfortunately, I have some business I need to sort with you, so… I don’t think I can just walk off right now, y’know?” Erebus chuckled. “Want to talk here, or would you rather we head someplace else? It’d be a shame if this pretty house got caught in the crossfire.”

His alternate’s ‘concern’ elicited a bark of laughter from him, the sound devoid of any genuine humor. “How nice that you’re trying to look out for my caretaker’s homestead. As if either of our magic could even really impact it. She’d have our heads before we could even dream to wreck it.”

With that, the world shifted, and suddenly, they were elsewhere - still in the same pocket realm Isis seated herself in, but now relocated to where they could safely battle. It was a flat expanse of grassland, with only the occasional rock formation or tree. Flip cracked a smile at Erebus. “Seems she agrees that we should fight elsewhere, though. Suits me just fine.”

He rose to his feet, thumbs hooked on his jean pockets, slouching as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He was curious to know what Erebus had been doing on their phone, but he doubted he’d get a straight answer out of them.

He supposed he’d just have to find out for himself once he killed them.

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     ♥ ––  A figure dressed in red approached Flip, hands casually slipped into black leather pockets. They wondered, will their target recognize them immediately, even with their changes? Or would their new appearance set off alarms in his head?

     No matter. Erebus would see for themself soon enough.

     “Hey there, pretty mirror. It’s been awhile, yeah?” Erebus grinned, but there was a false kindness in their expression. “Wanna take a stroll and catch up?”

Flip didn’t even bother to look surprised. He’d had a feeling with his status as a weakness for Clover, he’d become a target at some point or another. It wasn’t hard to recognize the clothing style of his ex, so he knew this meeting was only going in one direction.

Well, tough luck for this fucker. He was still a menace in his own right.

Erebus found him sitting on the front porch of his house, one leg crossed over the other, expression flat. He’d always been a good actor, and with the time and support he’d gotten for his recovery, it was easy to bury the panic that began to bubble at the mere sight of court attire.

Instead, he replaced it with righteous fury.

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