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[hollowfaith]

⚔️ - to fight against enemies together .

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「✧」 "—the sopranos, of course," Aurelius was saying. "Perhaps next time the opera performs at the Theatre of Calliope, we can—" He stopped.

There was a crowd gathering at the end of the street, decidedly unsavory in nature. If he remembered rightly, this was around the same area he'd visited with Razlo the first time around.

"Aurelius?" Next to him, Legato only voices his name. Judging by the way he'd tensed, he'd noticed their company as well.

The angel hummed and tapped his fingers against his sleeves "I thought they learned their lesson already, but it seems I was mistaken. Though their grudges are misplaced in the first place."

"Some people are better convinced through force," Legato murmured in assent. "Shall I take care of them?"

"Shall we," Aurelius corrected him. "I would be a poor companion to remain idle under the circumstances."

Legato almost started to protest—he was an Angel, a better, there was no reason for him to dirty his hands for something so trivial—

"In any case, we are lacking for entertainment tonight."

"Why not put on an opera of our own?"

Legato arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean to make them sing, of course." Aurelius snapped his fingers. Immediately, multiple small pebbles rose from the ground to float in the air.

"As for the soloist—I will leave the selection up to you. Take care to listen carefully, and choose one with the best voice."

Then the pebbles flew through the air at frightening speeds towards their targets at the end of the alley.

Seconds later, the screaming began.

—

Of course it was a little harder than just that. Aurelius' telekinesis ability was still limited, and the rest of the men weren't content to sit and wait while their peers were pelted with rocks. They charged ahead despite the cries, and an all-out brawl began.

Legato relied on his own skills and experience. He wasn't above scheming if it gave him an edge, even kicking bits of dirt into his opponents' eyes. There were some misgivings when he started, but he soon realized that Aurelius was wonderfully apt at playing along. For example, he particularly enjoyed nailing victims in the face right after Legato blinded them.

It was...strangely harmonious.

In the end, they were down to two candidates for the honor of soloist because everyone else was already unconscious. It was easy enough for Legato to slip threads into their heads and have them take turns singing lines from a famous Spiralan opera for one minute straight.

"The attempt was good, but you see how amateurs still differ from professionals in terms of intonation and sound quality," Aurelius remarked when both were done. "Again, an incentive to go to the theater to see it performed live."

Legato nodded mutely, wondering what the words they'd sang even meant. Subconsciously or not, Aurelius was always showing him new things at every meeting. For example, that one spiral kick... Especially in his long coat. He wondered how it'd look if he tried the same move...

"—but for now, the police station."

"Huh?"

Aurelius stopped walking a few feet away, turning to give him a bemused look. "We went through all that trouble subduing a gang that it's only natural to lock them up now."

Slowly, Legato nodded. "Right..." That was the problem with leaving your victims alive. There was an aftermath to take care of, and constant loose ends to tie up.

"Are you still getting used to it?" The question is tossed out casually, without context or judgment.

Legato felt his shoulders settle in response. "I am. I mean—I will."

"You are," Aurelius said warmly. "So pick a date, and leave the ticket arrangements to me. I do believe we all deserve a treat."