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zauneyete: (don't look at the ashtray)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-06 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. [ EXCUSE ME SIR??? ] You'll have to wonder away.

[ Vergilius having that out of pocket actually does startle him a little. ]

As for drinks, I'm a simple man. [ He is not. ] I prefer whiskey, and despite my taste in cigars — good whiskey.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe I will.

[Heh.]

[Whiskey...sounds right. Silco himself just LOOKS like a whiskey man.]


The strong stuff. I suppose you have a tolerance.
zauneyete: (Can I have a little drugs?)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A pause, and a half-unblinking look leveled at him for just a split second. Just long enough that's it's difficult to tell if he's disapproving or not. Silco's game might need some (a lot) of work. ]

I don't think there's anything we have where I am from that doesn't require a tolerance. [It's easier to talk about Zaun, than himself, but his phrasing leaves plenty of room to take a double meaning from. ] We are a hard people, by necessity. I'm sure it's not a surprise, is it?

[ A beat, and then: ] I can assure you I have drank some things that would make your toes curl. Whiskey is an easy drink comparatively.
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The look seems to bounce off of him - he'll let Silco weed out whatever he feels about it on his own. How helpful this old guide is.]

Not a surprise at all. Though.... [A little nod of the head - now that's another thing to think about. Drinks to make the toes curl.] You got me curious about what kind of stuff hits harder than whiskey. Absinthe?
zauneyete: (I have so much shimmer)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
For adventurous Topsiders who have deluded themselves into thinking they've stepped into something dangerous.

[ He says with a sigh that sounds dismissive. ]

No, more like some kind of back alley bottle that they won't tell you what's in them, but it's quite possible that there's either mushrooms or some sort of growth involved. Couple that with some river water and, well, whiskey seems tame by comparison.

[ Silco may seem stuffy now but his secret wild youth.... (Rattling my CAGE, fortiche...) ]

Then of course, there's what I make, but I don't drink it. Supposedly it packs a punch.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha.

[Mushrooms. No, he could see that. Sometimes, you have to make do.]

Sounds like some stuff you get on the Backstreets. Sometimes...you can't get the good stuff, so you make better stuff.

[The last statement makes him blink though - what HE makes?]

Oh? Tell me. Hobby, or bussines?
zauneyete: (touches face)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Business. I'm not a person for hobbies. Too busy.

[ Which, coupled with the kind of display just put on... Verg is a smart guy, he can put two and two together. ]

Some people [Silco ] would liken it to bottled power. It's a shame I can't bring it to the masses here. They could use a little control in their lives when it comes to to kaiju.

[ shimmer is designed to be effective on fucking cops not monsters ]
immortalpoet: (ruby)

me like can i spell

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Now that makes his eyes widen a little, turning to put that lighthouse-like gaze upon him. Bottled...power?]

Power in what way? Permanent?
zauneyete: (Is that...?)

LMAO I did not see it 😌

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no, nothing like that. I do not even know if it would be possible where I'm from.

[ It is but like he'd ever know. ]

No, the closest we may get are mechanical limbs powered by Shimmer. Most people injest, but it can only last so long.

[ Also if it was permanent how would he get addicts???? But he's wise enough not to say that. ]

It lasts long enough, of course. Makes us a little less of an easy target for an enforcer on a bad day. [ or when you need guards for your factories, or people who just want a little taste of something powerful... You know. Normal reasons. ]
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, prosthetics. Same as the good old City.

[But no, a business couldn't be well run on something truly permanent, he supposes. Something...drinkable? It seems like it, given he brought it up with the alcohol question.]

Have you tried it yourself?
zauneyete: (Microdosing)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes flicked to him again, a touch longer this time. Not even Set or Tezca knew how he'd used Shimmer over the years. His lips twitched, and he said, very obliquely: ]

In a way.

[ Don't ask how, verg. You don't want to know. He rubbed his fingers together, remembering a time when he'd been able to dispense it by touch. Sometimes, he imagined he could still feel the bite of it against his skin. ]

Long before it was made for public consumption, of course.
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that makes him look....maybe impressed? Maybe unimpressed? Sort of both?]

Don't tell me you used yourself like a guinea pig, Silco.
zauneyete: (Not the only thing I stick in my eye)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A scoff. ]

Hardly. I had too much on the line to foolishly throw it away.

[ Revenge.. Besides, he had stupid teens to drink the experimental version instead.]

It was simply used for something else then. More... Therapeutic.
Edited (The stray period...) 2024-10-08 20:51 (UTC)
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[But he still used it, even if it wasn't experimentation...which leads to Silco's statement. Therapeutic.]

[That scar over Silco's eye, and the eye itself, as red as blood, lingers in his vision.]


Pain relief?
zauneyete: (Just in case you missed it)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

Not quite.

[ He's on the right track, though. ]

This [ He points at his scar, two fingers tapping against the bottom of it, ] wasn't quite as stable as one would think in the past.

[ Or shouldn't be now but thanks to whatever LILITH put in him, it's at least not growing. ]
immortalpoet: (maroon)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Stable...

[Well, he thought it was a scar. Damage. Done and done. But here, it seems like there's something still of a threat here.]

[He stops to turn to face him, now. They've moved away from the scene of their crime, in the dark alleyways. He again memorizes the haphazard crevices, the violent lines.]


....Will it turn into something bad, Silco?
zauneyete: (Just understand this once)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[ A pause, and he stopped as well. That's... Not a question he expected, and it's obvious in the way he tipped his head in thought. ]

I can't imagine that it has. Before I came here, it was... Nothing. [ to be fair, in Kenos he was mostly grown from a rock? Don't worry about it. ] It hasn't deteriorated thus far, either.

[ A twitch of his lips, at the thought. Really? It's a possibility he hasn't considered, being in Kenos for so long. Would it start growing? Singed's special formula certainly had kept it inert, but. Without it? Silco hasn't been even considered it. ]

It shouldn't.
immortalpoet: (claret)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-08 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[His hand, grizzled, scarred, twitches up, hovering a little. As if to touch. But he doesn't, still staring.]

What is "it"?
zauneyete: (That good Undercity Backlight)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-08 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It almost feels a little bit surreal in this dark back alley, the sounds from the street very nearly hushed, and Silco's dart down, and he catches the motion, but watches his fingers pause, not quite following the impulse. He can only imagine what it was. People always had two reactions, they either found it terrifying, or they found it fascinating.

He wondered which one Vergilius was.
]

It is what happens when an open wound finds itself exposed to the river Pilt, and all the toxins therein start to meld with open flesh and blood.

[ He paused, considering his words more carefully than usual. ]

I was drowned in that river, on that day. It is a reminder of many lessons I was forced to learn — survival most of all.
immortalpoet: (maroon)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-10-09 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Classic Backstreet talk. Fixer talk, too. Funny how some things change between worlds, and how some others are depressingly the same.]

[Silco was almost drowned, and suffered for the rest of his life for it. For factors out of his control. Another mild twitch of his hand.]

[His tone is sincere:]


I'm...sorry that happened to you.
zauneyete: (maudlin)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-09 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silco's lips twitched. ]

Why? [ His tone still bitter, but there's a soft wheeze of a laugh. ] Without the lessons I learned, or the drive it gave me, I never would have gotten as close as I've been to grasping everything that I dreamed of doing. Without this

[ He pointed to it, that scar, like a rotting, stringy thing. ] — I would have never learned to become what I had to, to find a path forward for Zaun.

I thanked him for it, the man who did this to me. Right before I drove a knife in his back, to thank him for the lesson.

[ A twitch of a smile. ] In the end, my argument for the future of Zaun won. I would give more if necessary, to make that point and put us on the right path.