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It's not funny.

Oh, but it is. Someone must really dislike you, to do this against your will.

Are you on here. Maybe I should heckle you back for your unfortunate circumstances.

Oh no. Whoever hates you has apparently decided to give me an appropriate amount of distance and respect.

[ Or the glitch had decided that BAD DADDY is embarrassment enough. ]

Whatever you say, "Bad Daddy".

[yes he went there]

[ TEETH GRINDING ]

We must all weather our embarrassments, apparently.

[ his tone. So pinched. ]

Heh.

[:)]

Glass houses, Silco.

At least nobody thought I needed a date.

[ Said oh, so derisively. ]

[A snort. Wow.]

Haven't gotten one yet out of this mess, so your point's invalid there if that was the point. Unless you want to offer one to soothe my sorry soul?

I'm generally not in the business of soothing souls, you know.

[ silco don't respond to that like that it's not better ]

Maybe you need to dip your toes into unknown waters.

[ i close my eyes. ]

Do you think I fear the unknown?

[also closing eyes]

No, but maybe you're just a cautious sort of man? One wonders.

One does not live to be my age without a measure of caution, but only insofar as it grants advantage.

[ Silco? what advantage are you looking for here? ]

And what advantage is that? [And dryly:] Don't worry. I won't bite.

[ A soft scoff. ] No?

[ He doesn't say it, but Silco thinks that those that hid their beasts, the monsters under their skin, like to proclaim that they are gentle, or above such violence.

Silco had always enjoyed pulling that monster out, and unleashing it. ]

Let us just say that I find most people untrustworthy, hm? A declaration is only words, after all.

Well, if I'm in a good mood. You'd have to see. If you're not too cautious.

[A good mood is rare. But he's old, and worn down, and its a paradoxical thing where he feels more in control and yet less in control than ever before. Perhaps all the anger has accumulated to the breaking point and its hit a strangely stable plateau he can deal with.]

[For now.]

That's a valid thing. Most people in any world are out for themselves. Give an inch, take a mile. But it also depends on what inches you give of your own volition, mm?

None.

[ It is an automatic answer, sharpened by years of being worn down. ] Where I am from, we only take.

[ A pause, though. ]

I must ask. Are you challenging my bravery? I do not back down when challenged.

[ this is decidedly a challenge now ]

Hum. I see. In the Backstreets, it's that way, day in and day out. In the Nests, its hidden under fancy contracts and formal business. It's all the same in the root, though.

[The sharpness of the other's answer reminds him of what he saw that day in Silco's eyes, the hard glimmer of something like a knife in the coat.]

[A selfish, self-sufficient man of grit, of toil, of something gnarled.]

[He knows it well. A part of him is there.]

Am I? It could stand as such. Maybe you have to squint. If it is, I suppose you'll put it more to action than to words. Would you?

In the Undercity, it is the same. Worse, we have the topsiders to take what we gain from each other. It makes people like us strong.

[ There is pride there. It's fucked up, but there is pride from this man, in being the type that will give nothing. He is both a product and a perpetrator of his people's suffering, and he would never have it any other way. Zaun under Silco could only go one way. Down. Deeper into their own selfishness and self-destruction.

Vergilius seems to know it, too. He isn't surprised, given that the man had not even flinched, when Silco had stomped on that man's arm, nor when he injured him to begin with. No. There was a monster there, clearly. ]

I do not balk at any. [ real, or perceived, actually. Ask the last god he killed. ] I'll prove it to you.

[Ah yes, this is Backstreets talk. Though at the same time, it isn't. Nobody was this ambitious. The Nests considered them to be bottom feeders, and even if someone had such lofty aspirations to attempt to kill the kings in their thrones, they'd be smashed like bugs. Be hungry, but no, you can't be too hungry. That's how the world works. It rolls over the backs of others to make its railroad track.]

[All the more to hate it.]

Of course. I can see it in the way you carry yourself a mile away.

[An acknowledgement of that pride. In a way, an expression of respect. He's no ordinary person, either, and as much as cynicism has made him cold to the idea of most being able to make a difference, there's still that hope that...it can happen, somehow, even if its bloody and destructive as a result.]

Heh. Excellent. Name the time, place. I'll be there.

[...Should he be doing this, especially with everything he's done with Malkuth? The devil on his shoulder says yes. After all, she's not someone who has put her gaze squarely on him as much as he has done for her.]

[He muses if Silco can.]

Heh.

[ The laugh is short, and still prideful. Though what he would ask Vergilius to do is... probably also not going to be the expected kind of thing to do.

Then again, Silco's idea of fun isn't great, so. ]

Why don't you meet me in the city? Kabukicho Street.

I have something particularly fun in mind.

[ Is it roughing up people behind on their money?

Yes. ]

Alright. I think I know the one. I'll be there. Want me to bring anything?

[Vergilius coming up like man ARE WE JUST DOING MY OLD JOB..........THIS IS FIXER SHIT...............GET YOUR DATE ACT TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!]

[But he won't say no.]

[ Look, he doesn't know any better... Isn't this fun enough?? ]

Oh, why don't you bring your favorite tool?

[ breathes in
breathes out

i don't have an excuse. ]

I'll make sure we'll have good reason to use it.

[🤨?]

My favorite tool.....?

[Wondering if

this is an innuendo. Hm.]

I do have one. But its not one I'd use lightly. I suppose you'd just like to see it in action, hm?

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