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Haru’s eyes scanned the area, and she paid close attention to the signs of battle carved into the ground, as if she was trying to make sense of how the battle played out by observing the marks, comparing them to weapons and fighting styles. “Probably realized that wasting their time with doing a decent job would give us more time to catch up to them.”

Her concern's understandable, however... "From what I can tell, their illusionist isn't as talented as some I've met before, while these marks seem very realistic, there's a reason why it's not covered up as well." They're intended to be found by their pursuers after all. What Takeshi had really been looking out for is ... "They don't seem to be the smartest, probably because they're lower in the hierarchy." A simple deduction with their skills. "There's only one place that doesn't show obvious marks." They thought they had been smart, but overlooked such simple detail.

“If you were to die from something like blood loss, I think you’d perpetually roll over in your grave from the embarrassment. Solve the energy crisis.” She can already hear Belphegor laughing about such a pitiful death that would start off Fran’s solution to finding a never ending energy source: shameful spinning.

Ah, why would she plant that unsightly image into his head now? "Senpai, you need to stop saying something as ridiculous as that. Don't you know that illusionists will immediately see the scenes in their mind? Well, at least this one does." He answers, pointing to himself as if it hadn't been obvious. Gifted or cursed with the creative mind - needless to say, it's a very welcome skill and perhaps even a requirement to be considered a top tier illusionist. In today's situation ... Fran'll regard it as a curse: the sight of his body bleeding out ... yeah. No way he'd ever allow that to happen.

Dissatisfaction and irritation paints his features in the form of furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. He'll blame it on the blood loss later as he distracts himself with her curiosity. "Mhm." The picture of a certain woman flashes through his mind at the mention of organ illusion. "It wouldn't be impossible for me to recreate blood as an illusion." A pause. He doesn't have any secrets to hide in this regard - not in front of Haru, since she's not going to be able to make use of the information anyways, but...still. Sometimes, it might be better to know less. "Illusions...are created by your belief, you know?"

And for that little taunt, he creates an illusion of her favourite cake in front of her feet, right before she steps on it mercilessly--the once delicious dessert squashed under her feet, sticking to her shoes and dirtying her every step. Naturally she knows that it'll be an illusion, but it's his illusions and it's real enough to count as a small payback.

Touche. There have been times when she may have shed a tear or two over a really good limited time cake. Just something about it was really overwhelming at times, and she couldn’t deny that. She coughs awkwardly, not deigning to refute his comment that they both knew to be 100% true. The fact remains that aside from that, she didn’t cry often! Leave it to Bel and Fran both to annoy her to death by needing to get the last word in.

“True, we the Varia, are Varia-quality for a reason.” Everyone else will seem tame by comparison. Seeing as Fran has survived this long among them, he would surely survive anywhere else. The only place she could forsee him not surviving was among extremely expressive people and they pressured him to do the same. His facial muscles were so underused that she theorized that if he so much as smiled too much, his skin would crack. Haru rolls her eyes at the comment about the Vongola 10. She had her doubts at first, but they weren’t bad. They certainly could hold their own in battle, so she had to give them that. Their boss was pretty interesting though. One moment a rabbit, and another moment… a carnivorous rabbit.

“How are you going to end up in such massive debt you’d have to come back here? You’re smarter than that to not get scammed, aren’t you?” It was going to be that MM girl, huh? Haru’s heard stories about the expensive tastes of that girl. “Our youngest is going to get toyed around by an older woman, I see.” The fake theatrical sniffles. He already sees himself getting scammed by an older woman and getting all of his money stolen from underneath is nose. Hm? Steal from Mammon? It’s official, Fran really IS their stupid youngest baby officer.

Varia quality. Ah yes, at first it sounded impressive and it probably still is, considering how few members the group hired on an average, yet for the young illusionist it had been rather easy to be accepted back then. Whether it was out of necessity to fill the hole that Mammon had left or otherwise, it didn't matter: everyone knows and recognises his abilities despite his age and despite his demeanour. They are elite in more ways than one, that's something Fran had learned throughout the past years. It had been chaotic and perhaps a bit more fun than he first anticipated.

Well, he wasn't going to get into such massive debts, because he's not stupid, but he had to say something as a bad excuse to come for a visit ... or perhaps he's just overthinking it. After all, he hasn't even stepped out of the headquarters yet. Perhaps he'll not even want to come bac-- the younger shakes his head at the thought despite himself. He'd not say it out loud but he knows the truth.

At the mention of a certain woman, Fran frowns. She was someone he didn't get along with too well, if he's being honest. Even after so many years, he can't understand her at all, whether it's because she's a "woman" or an "adult" (he is, too!) or whatever M.M. claims, he cannot care to understand that. Truly. However... speaking of which. "Ah, so it's going to be the same as with the Varia then." He comments, glancing at Haru. Older woman. Toyed with. Sounds just like her annoying senpai, hm? "Though I suppose I prefer you over that annoying woman." Words are muttered, so quiet that it is easy to miss.

Fran waves dismissively with his palm at the thought. "If he doesn't recognise me, that's better for me." Sadly they both know that Belphegor is a genius in his own right, even if neither of them would genuinely tell him that - that'd boost the man's ego even higher and render him even more unbearable and obnoxious than he already is.

“Well, I guess I was curious to know what the people were like. See if some of my personality came from any of them or did I really turn out like this because of everyone here.” As in, very temperamental, and antagonistic. She had a mean sassy streak too, but maybe if she’d been raised in a different environment, she’d be different. She couldn’t imagine herself being the opposite of what she was now. Who knows? There may be some qualities that remain the same, like her sass.

“You do have a point, I guess it’s not that beneficial or important.” Probably for the better, anyways. Doubted any of them would really want to know how she ended up- an assassin. Would being an elite assassin make it any better?

… Probably not.

Sipping on her tea, “I’m curious. How did you end up joining the Varia, Ouji-sama? I’ve always been curious about what made you accept being a part of them.” A theory that she’s held was that they told him ‘you can kill a bunch of people’ and he said ‘sign me up’. It seemed fitting for him, she thought. He joined only because of the influence of Sentai-san and wanting to be like him. It didn’t matter much to her that he didn’t want her to- she still did it anyways.

His fingers finding some distraction with his silver knives, Belphegor hums in thought. It's not like him to consider what troubles others, but today was a special day in any way and despite all their bickering and harsh words at times, the two of them can be considered childhood friends. Probably. Ugh. Disgusting. He thinks to himself and shakes his head. Whatever.

The knife in hand clinks against his coffee cup, rhythmically, slowly as he watches the small vibrations causing a stir with the liquid. "Ain't no way to figure that one out, but..." The tip of the knife dips into the drink and is left there. "Isn't it normal to change and adapt depending on ones surrounding? Shishishi~ the Prince thinks you'd be way more boring if you weren't raised in the Varia." Which is to say that Haru would be just another random girl living in the country: going to school like normal kids do, having fights with their parents or siblings like normal kids have, have their first loves and whatnot like normal people do. Being absolutely weak and boring, and very easy to snuff out, too. Who knows? Perhaps someone from the Varia would have gotten a mission to assassinate someone and the hypothetical "boring Haru" may have been there, too. That's just how easy it is to kill a civilian after all.

A sip of his coffee while ignoring the knife inside the mug, he hums in approval of the taste. Hm? Ah, right, they've never really talked about that before, now have they? "I was bored after killing my family." Not a lie, and not the entire truth either: he had nowhere to go after all. "So, I was looking for something to do and pass time with, and there's nothing better than using my superior skills to both pass time and get some money, right?" A very logical conclusion.

dragging their feet tepidly to the dining table, the illusionist fished out some papers in their possessions, they couldn't fall back to sleep from the aching that had developed over their previous slumber and they could barely focus on their work. between two difficult tasks, mammon decided that forcing some productivity would make more sense than forcing themself to sleep.

afterall, their worth in the mafia world had constantly been measured by the missions they completed, the amount of money they earned and the number of battles they won. standing at one failure, one loss, and a nett negative of whatever number fon decides to quote later, mammon sighed. running a hand through their hair, they frowned as they wondered what went wrong today, for the sake of not fucking up again tomorrow.

their gaze then went to the closed door, wondering if fon was asleep now, if he slept well. and if his infinite kindness ever runs out.

The moment he quietly left the room, the Storm slides out of his home. It is a stretch, a far one at that, but he has the feeling that the mission his friend's on isn't as simple as they made it out to be and that their pursuer's are far more cunning than either of them would give them credit for. So the best course of action after ensuring Viper sleeping soundly is to patrol around the area with his trusty partner staying back to keep an eye on their home.

As expected, it takes Fon some time to notice anything amiss; luckily he knows the area like the back of his hand and chooses to gather some information on unusual activities instead. It's not much that he manages to gather, not due to the incapability of his sources, but more a sign of the cunning of the enemy they're against. What have you gotten yourself into, Viper...?

Retreating to his room for the night, the man easily settles into his bedtime routine despite the unexpected guest occupying his couch and it isn't much longer until he too finds rest for the night. At the very least he knows that they're going to be safe at his place, as hidden and inconspicuous it is.

Right now, she ached all over, so feeling a single percentage more pain wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things. “It was exciting, that’s for sure.” The adrenaline was high during the mission and once it wore off, she felt all the aches that she wasn’t cognizant of before. “I know how a ragdoll feels when it’s being thrown around.” Muscle idiots, they’re annoying to work with and sometimes annoying to go up against—especially if one of them manages to grab you by the leg and then chucks you into a tree. She has her lovely partner to thank for that.

She makes the mental note to put some notes in her mission report that she did not like working with her partner and she strongly suggests that they don’t work together henceforth, because he was the reason she got grabbed and thrown. “I’m sure if you were in my shoes, you would’ve gotten out of it unscathed. If not, then we’d be lacking one more officer because you did away with him for making a mistake.” She wanted to, but alas… she’s ‘nice.’

As she continues to talk about her mission, Belphegor simply continues his utterly exciting task at examining her wounds, or rather to experiment and see how far he could go without Haru throwing a fit at him. She has admirable self-control and is undoubtedly used to his love for blood after all these years, otherwise she'd not let him do as he pleases.

Grin widens as pearly white teeth shows, if anyone were to pay closer attention, one might even see a glint beneath golden bangs. "Shishishi~ sounds like you had a lot of fun~ too bad I wasn't there to watch." And that is all he would have done: watch as Haru's being thrown around and beaten up before exacting her sweet revenge. Could have have stepped in in this hypothetical situation and ensured flawless victory? Naturally. Would it be any fun for him though? Of course not. And his entertainment is more important than some wounds on the woman.

"Nah. He'd already be dead before the missions~" Which is the truth: he doesn't like working with stupid and useless people, and most of those made up the lower ranks of the Varia in Belphegor's eyes. He knows in theory that every Varia member has to pass a test to even be hired, but that still doesn't change the fact that most of them are plain stupid and useless during missions.

“As long as no cake-thieves are around, I’m not any more a threat than a kitten. Ouji-sama is the real hassle to deal with, and you’re the one who instigates him the most.” She’s casually not going to comment that she’s probably the 2nd most likely person who instigate the Prince. Not usually on purpose, but sometimes by accident because she doesn’t have much of a filter when she speaks her mind. (Whoops!)

“True, if they can’t survive my assault, then they weren’t worth it. Especially because she wasn’t the sort who was out for blood over some cake. Do you know how much paperwork she’d have to fill if she killed someone over cake? She’s not Belphegor who killed off the majority of his unit and therefore had to mostly work solo. What a contrast between him and Levi, who actually seemed to care for his unit.

Suddenly, she felt a strong urge to just… start… dragging… her feet. “Hm… really? Slooooow-senpai, am I…?” She started moving at a turtles pace, just trolling him. He should know that Haru always responded to taunts and mockery with her own taunting and teasing. With one snort, she goes back to moving at a regular pace. “Alright alright, let’s get you checked out. Can’t have our youngest dying of blood loss. I’ll never hear the end of the nagging.” She’ll have to kiss goodbye to her hearing.

Fran opens his mouth, about to retort to the claim that he’s the one instigating Belphegor the most out of the entire crew, but … sadly she’s not wrong about that. However, it’s only in theory, because it’s not really his fault that he’s so annoyed by the blonde maniac. “That’s his fault, really.” The illusionist mutters, before biting his tongue. It’s … rare for him to be this truthful about his feelings. Naturally everyone knows that Fran is the type to say whatever he wants, uncaring whether or not he insults someone in the process. Truthfully it’s not his fault if people are so easy to pick apart and have a bunch of traits for him to pick out from. 

And it certainly isn’t his fault that Belphegor couldn’t get over his partner’s early departure and forced the role of replacement upon Fran the second he joined the group. So the least he can do in turn is to get on his nerves.

Despite her attempt at feigning ignorance and meeting her taunt with her own, Fran doesn't slow down. By now he's gotten used to her antics and knows that she's just playing around. Ah, the advantages of knowing someone so well--and he's going to ignore the fact it means that she's bound to know him, too. Ah well, he'll deal with that whenever it'll be of importance.

Though, it would seem that you could say the same for the Vongola as well. ‘Oho? Look at him?’ Guess he won’t be some ditzy deadweight after all!

Haru nods her head, happy to hear that he was better at seeing through powerful illusions that she was, considering that she wasn’t very good at it at all. She pauses, ‘wait, am I the one that’s being babysat? Am I the deadweight?’ Shocked at the realization of the matter at hand, she mentally chuckles at the irony. She pats his shoulder, “condolences. You were set up to ensure I don’t get lost.” How many times had Haru gotten lost because some illusionists set up some detours for her to endlessly get stuck in a loop until she realizes and starts bashing down walls?

"Hm?" Not quite catching her train of thought, Takeshi simply watch as she pats him, blinking questioningly at the woman until the explanation follows. "Haha, don't worry about that. It's our duty to keep people safe." At least it is part of their job as a Vongola Guardian. Granted he knows that there's more to it than what his younger self had believed, but he wouldn't be with the mafia anymore if he hadn't believed in the resolve and the goodwill of Tsunayoshi.

His smile widens slightly at the change in atmosphere; he doesn't quite understand what happened, but Takeshi feels the slight change of trust from her and he's not going to complain about that. "Alright, then you can just call me Yamamoto. That's how my friends call me." Now that they've properly gotten the introductions out of the way, the Rain Guardian was back to focusing on the mission at hand: easily keeping up with the Varia agent as he follows closely behind her.

It doesn't take long until they arrive at the area mentioned in the report and as they abruptly come to a halt, the man takes some time to eye the area more closely. Moving towards the trees and rubble, he leans down to check it out more thoroughly. "Mhm, there must have been a fight here." He comments, eyeing the marks left by combat and hurriedly covered beneath leaves and stones. Not a very well done job, but perhaps they didn't need to?

"wha-" they let out, "you can fix these big machines, but a little mechanism that goes tick tock is stumbling your extraordinary talents?" they taunted, knowing full well they were being mean, possibly somewhat manipulative, but it's skull, eager to impress. and god, they needed this watch to be fixed.

"i mean, it's cars yesterday, watches today, televisions and computers tomorrow and then guns and pipettes, or something." they mumbled. "just imagine, how impressed everyone would be, i would love you for the watch, and then just, picture this, my favourite little baby lackey-"

mist flames covered the entire garage as an image of reborn forms, eyes shining, like some fangirls meeting their favourite pop idol. and then, colonnello, fon, verde, all leaning in, on their knees, voices filled the room with words of admiration for skull. and then la-, never mind, that would be stretching even viper's imagination a bit too far.

Halfway lost in his thoughts, imagining what favour he might gain with fixing the watch for Viper, his ears absolutely perk up at the mention of impressing everyone and-- "Oi!! I'm not a lackey!!" Never mind that they said their favourite little baby lackey! That's even worse than Reborn--well, almost worse than Reborn. Truly, nobody is as scary as the Sun Arcobaleno holder. Or well, ex-Arcobaleno- aah, he's getting off topic here.

A click of his tongue in annoyance, Skull was about to retort once again, yet he is faced with the powerful illusions of the others, and the mere sight of Reborn is enough for the man to jolt and step sideways. "Holy shit!!!" That's the second time Viper's gone and scared the shit out of him, even if this one is much, much more preferable to the real one. "Oi, oi, oi, Viper! I know that they're not real, so drop it. It's creepin' me out!" However he is undeniably persuaded, even if it's only the thought of the real Arcobalenos giving him the respect he deserves!