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[gorobo]

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[herewardbound]

He was slightly surprised, that Falcon had any desire to interact at all.

He was not surprised that Falcon was holding him at gunpoint.

Phoenix set the bag down, and stepped back, as ordered. "How're you holding up, aside from the obvious?"

[gorobo]

"..."

There's a moment of silence before Falcon takes a cautious step forward, then another, then another, before her rushes forward and snatches up the bag, keeping one arm pointed at Phoenix the entire time. Just to be sure.

"Fine," he says with a clipped tone, clutching the bag against himself while still holding Phoenix at gunpoint.

It's a big, fat lie of course. He is anything but fine. He's angry, and scared, and every other negative emotion that manages to emerge from his Plume of Dusk, but mostly angry. Or maybe he's just playing up his anger to drown out everything else.

There's a moment where he seems to hesitate, but then:

"Tell Igor to let me out of here," he growls, "or at least bring Shido here so I can fucking end him. Gentleman's agreement. Right?"

This does not take into account that people can't permanently die here, but he's too worked up to think about that, really. Or maybe he'd relish into killing Shido again and again. Who knows!

Without waiting for a reply, he's gone again, disappearing into Shido's Palace.

[herewardbound]

'Fine'. Yeah, sure.

He sighed. Right now, he wanted more than anything to just... be at home. Vent to Kai, or Via. Or Poppy, though she was going through her own shit.

He wanted to break something. Couldn't go into the Metaverse, not alone, definitely didn't think Falcon would appreciate being followed anyway.

Not for the first time, he wished alcohol did something for him other than give him anxiety.

Fuck it, going back home.

[gorobo]

_{[A little over a day later, a message comes through]}

Was your plan right? I'm mad at you. But we had an agreement.

Bring me a Soma.

[herewardbound]

Well he'd hoped to hear back eventually- but he'd never expected this soon.

He read the text with a frown. Ahhhh shit.

"Hey Renée... you got a Soma?"

...

The how of it wasn't important, in the end. The important bit was that he was on his way, with a small phial of silver-white fluid, and he was moving at speed.

One day. One day he'd figure out those fucking portal spells.