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conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
[Text | Voice | Video | In-Person]
"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
[Text | Voice | Video | In-Person]
Apologies you received a lack of gratification. Was it the lacerating of your liver which took you out of the moment or not breaking my neck in the end?
[He was not in the mood to deal with her gloating. Their little stunt had cost him his daughter for the time being, and beyond that, suffocation was a sensitive subject.]
[He was not in the mood to deal with her gloating. Their little stunt had cost him his daughter for the time being, and beyond that, suffocation was a sensitive subject.]
[For the first few minutes, Silco ignored the ringing. His pen scribbled on the paper, expecting whoever it was to simply go away. When it didn't stop, he slowly set down his pen and rose from his chair to approach the door, unlock and then open it.]
possibly fin. this was meant to be short so this can trigger another thread w/ caitlyn
opheliac
- 2024-06-24 04:07 (UTC) - ExpandAre you out buying toothpicks to jam under some new Chosen's fingernails?
No, I require nothing.
No, I require nothing.
[Richard holds his breath, the tension growing in his shoulders. The keen, mismatched eyes look down on a matching pair, trying to deduct which one it is that he's seeing. A man or beast. The grip on the jaw remains, both as a sign of control and warning. One wrong move and he could easily snap the man's neck without any problems.
But then comes the touch, feeling warm and familiar pressure slide along his frame, down to his bound chest where his heart is beating like drums of war. And just like that, he is disarmed. His eyes flutter shut and a shake breath fights its way past his lips. The stiffness on his shoulders subdue, leaving him tremble ever so slightly and redness of blush creep up to his cheek. Richard leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as he allows the touch wander, dive under his clothing to feel the softness of the skin and the firmness of the muscles.]
But then comes the touch, feeling warm and familiar pressure slide along his frame, down to his bound chest where his heart is beating like drums of war. And just like that, he is disarmed. His eyes flutter shut and a shake breath fights its way past his lips. The stiffness on his shoulders subdue, leaving him tremble ever so slightly and redness of blush creep up to his cheek. Richard leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as he allows the touch wander, dive under his clothing to feel the softness of the skin and the firmness of the muscles.]
[The tension in that hand on his chin was a warning that he was on precarious ground, and Richard was fully capable and completely willing to hurt him if he misstep. The danger of the situation heightened his perception of what was under his hands, how the material pulled and then it pooled around his wrists as his hands pressed upwards.
The surrender from potentially harming him was obvious, and he could slowly release the breath that he had been holding, the danger apparently passed. He was surprised by Richard leaning forward, peering up at the younger man as if trying to deduce how much this secret weighed on the man - woman?.] How long do you wear this each day? It doesn't feel like a binding I've experienced before.
[He hadn't had a clear look at it, and it felt... off. Of course, he slid his hands back down now that he had confirmed its existence and his lack of revulsion of it being there or hiding Richard's most obviously feminine feature. Instead, his hands settled on Richard's muscled waste, thumbs stroking over the warm skin as he attempted to comfort from the previous shock.]
Never let anyone make you regret who you are.
The surrender from potentially harming him was obvious, and he could slowly release the breath that he had been holding, the danger apparently passed. He was surprised by Richard leaning forward, peering up at the younger man as if trying to deduce how much this secret weighed on the man - woman?.] How long do you wear this each day? It doesn't feel like a binding I've experienced before.
[He hadn't had a clear look at it, and it felt... off. Of course, he slid his hands back down now that he had confirmed its existence and his lack of revulsion of it being there or hiding Richard's most obviously feminine feature. Instead, his hands settled on Richard's muscled waste, thumbs stroking over the warm skin as he attempted to comfort from the previous shock.]
Never let anyone make you regret who you are.
Absolutely not. Just slight parental guidance adviced here!
traumaticus
- 2024-07-08 22:44 (UTC) - Expandsilco needs to add "explain the concept of consent" to his list what to teach him...
traumaticus
- 2024-07-09 20:39 (UTC) - Expandthe list he needs to teach is getting longer by the encounter
conflictresolution
- 2024-07-09 22:43 (UTC) - Expand[Checking in was expected. Why was he experiencing a trepidation that was completely unrelated to his healing feet?]
All is well, I take it?
[What bad life decisions have they both made today?]
All is well, I take it?
[What bad life decisions have they both made today?]
Edited 2024-07-14 19:42 (UTC)
[ his spy is still glitching here and there, but that doesn't mean he will not fulfill his duties that is sending him reports regarding his daughter. so soon, silco will be receiving some pictures through via text message:
the first image is jinx in a bikini at her treehouse, with tools lying around on the floorboards.
the second image is ekko arriving at the treehouse and jinx leading him inside.
the three image is ekko sitting on the floor working on the hoverboard and jinx lounging on the love seat behind him.
the fourth image is jinx going to the fridge to retrieve two water bottles, with ekko standing there waiting.
the fifth image is them back at their original sitting spots.
the sixth image is of jinx now hugging ekko from behind.
the the seventh image is ekko now facing her, with his hand on his cheek and jinx looking nervous.
the the eighth image is ekko leaning in closer, jinx still looking unsure.
the the nineth image is ekko holding jinx with her head resting on his chest. ]
Should I send more, Boss?
the first image is jinx in a bikini at her treehouse, with tools lying around on the floorboards.
the second image is ekko arriving at the treehouse and jinx leading him inside.
the three image is ekko sitting on the floor working on the hoverboard and jinx lounging on the love seat behind him.
the fourth image is jinx going to the fridge to retrieve two water bottles, with ekko standing there waiting.
the fifth image is them back at their original sitting spots.
the sixth image is of jinx now hugging ekko from behind.
the the seventh image is ekko now facing her, with his hand on his cheek and jinx looking nervous.
the the eighth image is ekko leaning in closer, jinx still looking unsure.
the the nineth image is ekko holding jinx with her head resting on his chest. ]
Should I send more, Boss?
Edited 2024-07-23 04:10 (UTC)
[Of course. He had been suspicious, and he was not disappointed. So, was Jinx withholding information or actively lying to him? Time would tell.]
I will not deny the virtue of keeping tabs on my daughter. Whatever you have, I will accept.
I will not deny the virtue of keeping tabs on my daughter. Whatever you have, I will accept.
text - dated a few days after the July event (because I'm impatient)
traumaticus
2024-07-24 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[a few days have passed since the violent commotion in Aldrip when Silco receives a message. Delivered by a random npc this time rather than Whitey.]
meet me in the indoor gardens near your shop.
[... it's the greenhouse. he still is lacking with the pop vocabulary..]
meet me in the indoor gardens near your shop.
[... it's the greenhouse. he still is lacking with the pop vocabulary..]
Edited 2024-07-24 13:42 (UTC)
As requested. I will be there in twenty minutes.
[Silco had spent a lot of time at the Flower Shop for that week, so he had move elsewhere now that there was the freedom to do so. He was curious of what Richard needed to make such a request in the first place, and like most interactions with them, curiosity brought him to the greenhouses in the aforementioned time frame he had given.
He peered into each of the four greenhouses to make certain Richard wasn't already inside, and if the younger man was, he approached. Otherwise, he waited at the entrance of one of the middle two and pushed a hand through his slicked back hair.]
[Silco had spent a lot of time at the Flower Shop for that week, so he had move elsewhere now that there was the freedom to do so. He was curious of what Richard needed to make such a request in the first place, and like most interactions with them, curiosity brought him to the greenhouses in the aforementioned time frame he had given.
He peered into each of the four greenhouses to make certain Richard wasn't already inside, and if the younger man was, he approached. Otherwise, he waited at the entrance of one of the middle two and pushed a hand through his slicked back hair.]
[ sleeping in the rafters for three days straight left her entire body stiff with aches, and her mind in a fuzz. she feels so disorientated and groggy, and whoever said that a good well-rested sleep will do wonders on the body, mind, and soul are nothing but filthy liars.
jinx feels way worse than when she was sticking it out, but how was she to know that lying in her hammock would knock her out cold like that? ugh, whatever, she thinks and begins to sluggishly unhook her cradle, but not without doing some minor stretches and dangling with the fabric absent-mindedly. ]
jinx feels way worse than when she was sticking it out, but how was she to know that lying in her hammock would knock her out cold like that? ugh, whatever, she thinks and begins to sluggishly unhook her cradle, but not without doing some minor stretches and dangling with the fabric absent-mindedly. ]
[Jinx had been home for three days and by the look of her, she had required the sleep that she was getting up there those three days. He had had to stare up to make certain she was still alive up there after the second day, and it wasn't as he was climbing into the rafters - even if he theoretically could - to check on her pulse.
When he noted that she was moving, Silco rose from his desk in the office and went to put on coffee. He expected she was going to need it now more than ever. He returned to his office, gathered a few pressing invoices and moved to sit closer under where the hammock was hung.]
Coffee will be ready in a few minutes. I'll bring you a cup when you finish stretching.
When he noted that she was moving, Silco rose from his desk in the office and went to put on coffee. He expected she was going to need it now more than ever. He returned to his office, gathered a few pressing invoices and moved to sit closer under where the hammock was hung.]
Coffee will be ready in a few minutes. I'll bring you a cup when you finish stretching.
To keep the peace, you're taking orders from my daughter? A heavy price, wouldn't you say?
Is there a particular reason you've decided to do so?
[ having to come home after spending the night at ekko's is getting harder and harder each morning. now that she's been getting sleep like a normal person, she is quick to learn that she is indeed not a morning person. especially having to walk back before the sun rising, which ekko protests quite a lot for her to sleep longer in bed with him or at least join him for breakfast.
she did that once, but didn't want to make it a routine. having family breakfast and dinner are important moments for her, but she convinced the boy savior that lunch is up for the taking since she and silco are usually out on the town during that time. still, the walk home is agonizing, and asking a local to wagon her home is not an option either. jinx wants to be discreet as possible as she strolls the quiet streets, and want to evade any questions about where she is going or where she's been. the bluenette was never a liar, and she wasn't going to start now. ]
[ so as always, she hikes up the trees and the side of her home, unlatching her own window to crawl back into her room. the teenager grimaces at every movement whenever she needed to stretch her limbs, and she fishes out her cellphone device to check the time. silco should be waking up now (maybe), and if she moves quick enough — she can beat him to the living room or kitchen to show she's been up before him and on her way to the shower. before lazily making her way down the stairs, jinx examines herself with her full body mirror if she can spot any markings on her pale complexion. she finds none (thanks to her long sleeve and pants) and stumbles her way down the stairs, yawning.]
she did that once, but didn't want to make it a routine. having family breakfast and dinner are important moments for her, but she convinced the boy savior that lunch is up for the taking since she and silco are usually out on the town during that time. still, the walk home is agonizing, and asking a local to wagon her home is not an option either. jinx wants to be discreet as possible as she strolls the quiet streets, and want to evade any questions about where she is going or where she's been. the bluenette was never a liar, and she wasn't going to start now. ]
[ so as always, she hikes up the trees and the side of her home, unlatching her own window to crawl back into her room. the teenager grimaces at every movement whenever she needed to stretch her limbs, and she fishes out her cellphone device to check the time. silco should be waking up now (maybe), and if she moves quick enough — she can beat him to the living room or kitchen to show she's been up before him and on her way to the shower. before lazily making her way down the stairs, jinx examines herself with her full body mirror if she can spot any markings on her pale complexion. she finds none (thanks to her long sleeve and pants) and stumbles her way down the stairs, yawning.]
[She'd never kept normal hours for as long as he had known her, so her little disappearing act in the night was not something he'd normally look into. Of course, he was making more frequent checks, noting more often than not lately that her bedroom was empty when he would normally be heading to bed. The house had less noise and activity in the nights, which was fine as he would perhaps slip away himself to head across town now and again.
However, Levi and his other spies were verifying that she was not having a night on the town. No, she was making her way to a final end point, and then she stayed there. He knew. Again, normally he wouldn't care in the least what she did with her time or who she spent it with, but he had warned that boy to stay away from her, to not touch her and the defiance was very real now. So was the threat. Silco did not allow threats to stand long-term unless they had some use to him or his cause.
This morning, he was very much awake. He sat in the living room on the couch with the local newspaper open in front of him on the coffee table. He had abandoned reading it for the sake of applying foundation to his facial scarring - a rarity these days - when Jinx came down from the upper floor. His blue eye flicked over to her before returning to his current task at hand.]
Coffee is made and in the kitchen. [He was blending the foundation over the deeper creases of his scarring, using the little mirror as a guide to observe the process.]
However, Levi and his other spies were verifying that she was not having a night on the town. No, she was making her way to a final end point, and then she stayed there. He knew. Again, normally he wouldn't care in the least what she did with her time or who she spent it with, but he had warned that boy to stay away from her, to not touch her and the defiance was very real now. So was the threat. Silco did not allow threats to stand long-term unless they had some use to him or his cause.
This morning, he was very much awake. He sat in the living room on the couch with the local newspaper open in front of him on the coffee table. He had abandoned reading it for the sake of applying foundation to his facial scarring - a rarity these days - when Jinx came down from the upper floor. His blue eye flicked over to her before returning to his current task at hand.]
Coffee is made and in the kitchen. [He was blending the foundation over the deeper creases of his scarring, using the little mirror as a guide to observe the process.]
action; cw: brief nudity in the narrative in case anyone is squeamish or something
opheliac
- 2024-08-25 16:38 (UTC) - Expand[Hello Silco! You have the privilege to be visited by no other than Whitey again. And look, he is carrying yet another letter.]
You once mentioned that you owned the tailor. I am in need of a new wardrobe. The seamstress I visited before has disappeared from this world. I would be pleased if you could find it in your schedule to make time for aiding me through the process.
You once mentioned that you owned the tailor. I am in need of a new wardrobe. The seamstress I visited before has disappeared from this world. I would be pleased if you could find it in your schedule to make time for aiding me through the process.
[Richard was the only one to write him letters, and it was something so old fashioned that he actually enjoyed it. He left the door open so Whitey could wander into the house as he wandered to the table where he had a pen.]
My tailor is reputable and has not suffered much from the malfunction of this place. I will arrange for you to come and be measured as well as give details to the styles that you would enjoy wearing. If you would prefer, I can also make myself available to discuss more modern fabrics than perhaps you are used to.
[After writing on the back of Richard's parchment, he rose to look for the boar.]
My tailor is reputable and has not suffered much from the malfunction of this place. I will arrange for you to come and be measured as well as give details to the styles that you would enjoy wearing. If you would prefer, I can also make myself available to discuss more modern fabrics than perhaps you are used to.
[After writing on the back of Richard's parchment, he rose to look for the boar.]
[A walk through the woods is all good for reconnecting with nature...until a river runs red. The vibrant coloring looks like the result of an active murder scene, especially with handfuls of hair and strips of skin floating through it all. Without the any accompanying screams in the distance, maybe someone's trying to dispose of a body.
Dara is all for ritual cleansing with water. In fact, the nearby waterfall is one of her favorite places to meditate and process things. However...the situation is much more extreme than her usual behavior.
With several pumice stones occupying four of her hands, she seems to be scrubbing viciously at her bare skin and scales. Her tail hardly takes a beating, but that can't be said about her upper body. Thick rivulets of blood stream from the self-inflicted wounds from her persistent exfoliation; the god seems to purposely work at sloughing off skin despite it immediately healing back to normal in a few seconds. Practically pristine once she wipes over the spot. The last two hands pull at her long black hair, gathering it up and slicing through with a knife. Fistfuls of it float down the river, yet every time she seems to chop the majority of it off, it grows back as if nothing happened.
Dissatisfied, Dara's unhappy expression persists while continuing the thorough "cleansing" of her entire exposed body. It's going to take awhile considering the length of her tail still submerged underwater.]
Dara is all for ritual cleansing with water. In fact, the nearby waterfall is one of her favorite places to meditate and process things. However...the situation is much more extreme than her usual behavior.
With several pumice stones occupying four of her hands, she seems to be scrubbing viciously at her bare skin and scales. Her tail hardly takes a beating, but that can't be said about her upper body. Thick rivulets of blood stream from the self-inflicted wounds from her persistent exfoliation; the god seems to purposely work at sloughing off skin despite it immediately healing back to normal in a few seconds. Practically pristine once she wipes over the spot. The last two hands pull at her long black hair, gathering it up and slicing through with a knife. Fistfuls of it float down the river, yet every time she seems to chop the majority of it off, it grows back as if nothing happened.
Dissatisfied, Dara's unhappy expression persists while continuing the thorough "cleansing" of her entire exposed body. It's going to take awhile considering the length of her tail still submerged underwater.]
Edited 2024-09-01 19:21 (UTC)
[There were only two situations in which he spent any times in the woods: Richard made him or he was making the trek from town to the cave system. The best policy for both activities were to find the river and follow it, and today was uniquely special because it did look like there had been a murder scene further upriver. Silco would know all about what that looked like given the number of people killed in water or bodies disposed in water in his city; the water was polluted anyway so why not use it.
Still, the blood was fresh enough and constant enough that any kind of murder couldn't have been that long ago, and he was curious - and cautious - enough to want to know the source and assess the level of danger for anyone else in the woods. It might also require him to abort his travels and head back to town.
So he approached slowly and as silently as he could to the location, which was facilitated by the waterfall, and he came upon the interesting scene of Dara performing an aggressive skin routine in the river. That would explain the blood given her regenerative abilities, all the more reason to be cautious with her with this uniquely new show of her powers. He knew her well enough to think that she wouldn't wear his skin as a jacket if she knew he was observing her.
He stepped out from behind a tree and made his obvious way towards her, hands folded behind his back.]
Dara. Is this your normal health care routine, or has something occurred?
Still, the blood was fresh enough and constant enough that any kind of murder couldn't have been that long ago, and he was curious - and cautious - enough to want to know the source and assess the level of danger for anyone else in the woods. It might also require him to abort his travels and head back to town.
So he approached slowly and as silently as he could to the location, which was facilitated by the waterfall, and he came upon the interesting scene of Dara performing an aggressive skin routine in the river. That would explain the blood given her regenerative abilities, all the more reason to be cautious with her with this uniquely new show of her powers. He knew her well enough to think that she wouldn't wear his skin as a jacket if she knew he was observing her.
He stepped out from behind a tree and made his obvious way towards her, hands folded behind his back.]
Dara. Is this your normal health care routine, or has something occurred?
[ this is an enterprise that the two policemen can definitely recall, and they enter the semi-rowdy establishment without flinching over the music or any drunken patrons that may be here on this given night. they're not important anyway, but what is important is locating the owner of this business, and hopefully they will give them a moment of their time. ]
[Enforcers entering the Last Drop was a bold choice; Marcus had been one of the only one to dare enter and they had a profitable arrangement that the bar was exempt from the usual sniffing around. Or at least it was a cursory look in and leaving.
It did not take long for word to reach him that the police were in the building, and he assumed it was Jerry having come to accuse him of something. He came down from his office and slowed his step at the sight of actual enforcers from his world. No Marcus - who was dead unfortunately - in the ranks. His expression hardened.]
It seems you're in the wrong location, gentlemen. The door is that way.
It did not take long for word to reach him that the police were in the building, and he assumed it was Jerry having come to accuse him of something. He came down from his office and slowed his step at the sight of actual enforcers from his world. No Marcus - who was dead unfortunately - in the ranks. His expression hardened.]
It seems you're in the wrong location, gentlemen. The door is that way.
[ whenever her father decides to take a pit stop or come into work at the last drop, what he will see when he enters the office is probably not at all unusual, given the fact she is his daughter, and he knows all of her weird antics.
for starters, on the couch, there is a stuffed shark wearing a robe. the way it's positioned on the sofa is given the expression that it's in agony of some kind. and if this doll is displaying such torment, then there's a very high probability that jinx is in link with the sea creature's misery. ]
[ there are more clues around his office that will give him the full picture of what's going on regarding jinx. the second thing is the small trash can by his desk — inside, would be three small empty cups of what seems to be ice cream with three wooden spoons. on the other side of his desk is an extension cord that climbs all the way up and disappears in the dark rafters. it's the only indication that jinx is even in the room, on the count of the silence that's currently filling the space's atmosphere. and speaking of filling the air, there's a very sweet aroma flowing around his office space, a scent of lavender vanilla from a candle on his tabletop right near his ashtray (almost all burnt out to its base). last, but not least, are two more items on his counter.
one, being a sheet pack of painkillers that's shown to be tampered with, two capsules missing from its packet. and then, a "written order" for one cup of chamomile tea she placed downstairs at the bar, sometime before she slugged her way into the office. hopefully the barkeep hadn't forgotten her order, but that is why she penned it down for silco to check on its status if she finds herself unable to move again. because just the mere thought of having to climb back down and head to the first floor is exhausting, and she would rather toss herself out of her hammock and knock herself unconscious than to do any kind of tasks. ]
for starters, on the couch, there is a stuffed shark wearing a robe. the way it's positioned on the sofa is given the expression that it's in agony of some kind. and if this doll is displaying such torment, then there's a very high probability that jinx is in link with the sea creature's misery. ]
[ there are more clues around his office that will give him the full picture of what's going on regarding jinx. the second thing is the small trash can by his desk — inside, would be three small empty cups of what seems to be ice cream with three wooden spoons. on the other side of his desk is an extension cord that climbs all the way up and disappears in the dark rafters. it's the only indication that jinx is even in the room, on the count of the silence that's currently filling the space's atmosphere. and speaking of filling the air, there's a very sweet aroma flowing around his office space, a scent of lavender vanilla from a candle on his tabletop right near his ashtray (almost all burnt out to its base). last, but not least, are two more items on his counter.
one, being a sheet pack of painkillers that's shown to be tampered with, two capsules missing from its packet. and then, a "written order" for one cup of chamomile tea she placed downstairs at the bar, sometime before she slugged her way into the office. hopefully the barkeep hadn't forgotten her order, but that is why she penned it down for silco to check on its status if she finds herself unable to move again. because just the mere thought of having to climb back down and head to the first floor is exhausting, and she would rather toss herself out of her hammock and knock herself unconscious than to do any kind of tasks. ]
[He arrived at the Last Drop to have a cup of tea pushed at him and the barkeep muttering about his daughter having arrived some time ago and requested it. That was about all the information that he required in his office, already imagining the kind of scene that Jinx normally came up with. It meant that he was almost never surprised when he ascended the stairs and opened the door to find some chaotic scene that usually came with a crayon scribbles all over the place.
It could have been worse. The stuffy shark in the robe was interesting, but the rest didn't seem to be particularly over the top compared to what Jinx could decide to do in his office. He shut the door and walked to his desk, examining her little set up and tipping his head to regard the darkened ceiling where her hammock would be stationed beyond the rafter supports of the roof.
He set the cup of tea on the corner of his desk. He noted the contents of the garbage can as he passed to his chair and sighed from his nose as he set his accounting book down and eased into his seat. He closed his blue eye to request internal calm for what he was about to endure, preparing patience. This was his role, and he would always do it.]
Your tea is here if you wish to have it. You'll have to come down for it. [He opened the book to a blank page.] Then you can tell me what's upset you.
It could have been worse. The stuffy shark in the robe was interesting, but the rest didn't seem to be particularly over the top compared to what Jinx could decide to do in his office. He shut the door and walked to his desk, examining her little set up and tipping his head to regard the darkened ceiling where her hammock would be stationed beyond the rafter supports of the roof.
He set the cup of tea on the corner of his desk. He noted the contents of the garbage can as he passed to his chair and sighed from his nose as he set his accounting book down and eased into his seat. He closed his blue eye to request internal calm for what he was about to endure, preparing patience. This was his role, and he would always do it.]
Your tea is here if you wish to have it. You'll have to come down for it. [He opened the book to a blank page.] Then you can tell me what's upset you.
[ ooc: overflowing you with me. 
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hello!
im going east to the pinpoint thingie. around ketsora! might be gone a few days. maybe less because im taking the hoverboard and gemstone.
a dummy is coming with me because he thinks im going to do something supppppperrr bad. guess i have a new rival! 😛😛
what do u want me to do when i get there?
also quentin is back, but thats a talk for another day if we live! just thought u should know.
]hello!
im going east to the pinpoint thingie. around ketsora! might be gone a few days. maybe less because im taking the hoverboard and gemstone.
a dummy is coming with me because he thinks im going to do something supppppperrr bad. guess i have a new rival! 😛😛
what do u want me to do when i get there?
also quentin is back, but thats a talk for another day if we live! just thought u should know.
Yes, I saw your assertion of where you were going. I will be going to the Lorretta Caves as I know almost all the tunnels; it is interesting that such terminals suddenly exist despite our explorations.
Shoot him if he gets in your way.
I haven't decided yet. I expect there will be opportunity to determine which choice will best keep this place functional. I will send instructions once I determine our best course.
I also saw that. Shall I have him killed for you? Temporarily at least.
Shoot him if he gets in your way.
I haven't decided yet. I expect there will be opportunity to determine which choice will best keep this place functional. I will send instructions once I determine our best course.
I also saw that. Shall I have him killed for you? Temporarily at least.
[The recent events sure had been something. First they had been set up against an adversary that Richard could not even pretend that he understood, then he had flown on dragon-like creature to an unknown terrain full of heat and sand which was like a living nightmare to a British knight. Richard had fallen into a pit and endured a sandstorm before reaching these 'terminals' and complete their mission to push... a button, he guesses? Well, either way, only couple hour after it he had awoken from his own bed with some company. Whitey had unsurprisingly escaped from Junpei's care and found his way back to his master's bed, resting his warm body against the exhausted Richard. But what had been surprising to him was that there was someone else in his bed. Silco.
Why was he here and not his own house? Richard did not know. But it would be a lie to say that waking up after a long rest and the first thing he sees being a face of someone who he is intimate with. It flutters a warm feeling in his chest, bringing a gentle smile to his face as he burrows further into the blankets and hugging Whitey tight.
Although.. the soft comfort is soon disturbed by Silco, who promptly kicks Richard out of the bed and ushers him to bath. Which? Fair enough. Richard sure is filthy after his adventures at the desert. So, without putting up any resistance he drags himself out of the bed and goes to wash up. After peeling off from his dirtied clothes he slips into a hot bath and just allows himself to soak there for a bit.
"Well, well. You took that better than I expected. My, Richard, could it be that you are getting comfortable here? Hmm?"
And yes. There she is. Joan of Arc after yet another period of silence popping to lean against the porcelain of the tub.
"You don't think this will be a problem later on? Settling down, getting domesticated? Is this what you exchanged your crown for? Small happiness in the mornings?"]
You are being too talkative. [Richard groans in response, shifting in the tub.
"Or rather than crown, could it be that you are trying to replace someone here?"]
You're wrong, Joan. I'm not replacing anyone. [Joan giggles in response, kicking her feet in the air and bending her back all the way until she could come eye-to-eye with Richard, looking at the duke upside down.
"Say what you want. But we both know the truth. The light escapes you, Richard. Here I thought a demon like you knew better than to build up any expectations."
The last taunt does get a reaction from him, as Richard splashes violently water at her, sending the ghost cackling away. Well, whatever. His mood certainly is soured now thanks to her tormentor's sudden appearance. With a frown on his face Richard gets up from the tub and washes himself quickly before exiting the bathroom, an oversized towel wrapped around his shoulders.]
My apologies for making you wait.
Why was he here and not his own house? Richard did not know. But it would be a lie to say that waking up after a long rest and the first thing he sees being a face of someone who he is intimate with. It flutters a warm feeling in his chest, bringing a gentle smile to his face as he burrows further into the blankets and hugging Whitey tight.
Although.. the soft comfort is soon disturbed by Silco, who promptly kicks Richard out of the bed and ushers him to bath. Which? Fair enough. Richard sure is filthy after his adventures at the desert. So, without putting up any resistance he drags himself out of the bed and goes to wash up. After peeling off from his dirtied clothes he slips into a hot bath and just allows himself to soak there for a bit.
"Well, well. You took that better than I expected. My, Richard, could it be that you are getting comfortable here? Hmm?"
And yes. There she is. Joan of Arc after yet another period of silence popping to lean against the porcelain of the tub.
"You don't think this will be a problem later on? Settling down, getting domesticated? Is this what you exchanged your crown for? Small happiness in the mornings?"]
You are being too talkative. [Richard groans in response, shifting in the tub.
"Or rather than crown, could it be that you are trying to replace someone here?"]
You're wrong, Joan. I'm not replacing anyone. [Joan giggles in response, kicking her feet in the air and bending her back all the way until she could come eye-to-eye with Richard, looking at the duke upside down.
"Say what you want. But we both know the truth. The light escapes you, Richard. Here I thought a demon like you knew better than to build up any expectations."
The last taunt does get a reaction from him, as Richard splashes violently water at her, sending the ghost cackling away. Well, whatever. His mood certainly is soured now thanks to her tormentor's sudden appearance. With a frown on his face Richard gets up from the tub and washes himself quickly before exiting the bathroom, an oversized towel wrapped around his shoulders.]
My apologies for making you wait.
[The terminal search had been relative productive with a non-temperamental group. Of course, that had gone mildly off the rails because of the AI attempting to convince them not the reset and corrupting one of their group. A scuffle had broken out, but Silco was a man who was driven to see an end goal so he had used the chaos to set the reset and then slink away.
Hours later, he was pleasantly surprised to wake at all. A part of him had expected it to not work, so to find himself in his clothing in a familiar bed was a relief. Though, that he was in a bed was strange as he only slept in one for one person, and it seemed that Richard was here along with that white boar. The pair looked worse for wear in the hygiene department.
After assuring himself with touch that they were real, he had ushered the filthy pair out of the bed to wash and proceeded to shed his coat and change the sheets. He checked that Jinx has also made it through the reset, and he would look into his various businesses and stashes over time. He kept himself busy in the house that was not his own while Richard bathed, hearing the younger man's voice at one point. Why had he woken here and not in his house? He wasn't willing to dissect that yet. There were other surface level matters to consider.
No doubt he would hear about the adventure that left Richard with sand and filth everywhere. They had survived this change and the world did seem to have made itself right. Good.
He paused in building up a fire in the cold hearth when Richard appeared again, standing from his crouch as infant flames licked at the kindling. He reached out for the towel, using it to pull Richard closer so he could inspect the younger man for signs of new injury.]
Unwanted company in the bathroom? I hope it wasn't due to your apparently harrowing journey. You're alright?
Hours later, he was pleasantly surprised to wake at all. A part of him had expected it to not work, so to find himself in his clothing in a familiar bed was a relief. Though, that he was in a bed was strange as he only slept in one for one person, and it seemed that Richard was here along with that white boar. The pair looked worse for wear in the hygiene department.
After assuring himself with touch that they were real, he had ushered the filthy pair out of the bed to wash and proceeded to shed his coat and change the sheets. He checked that Jinx has also made it through the reset, and he would look into his various businesses and stashes over time. He kept himself busy in the house that was not his own while Richard bathed, hearing the younger man's voice at one point. Why had he woken here and not in his house? He wasn't willing to dissect that yet. There were other surface level matters to consider.
No doubt he would hear about the adventure that left Richard with sand and filth everywhere. They had survived this change and the world did seem to have made itself right. Good.
He paused in building up a fire in the cold hearth when Richard appeared again, standing from his crouch as infant flames licked at the kindling. He reached out for the towel, using it to pull Richard closer so he could inspect the younger man for signs of new injury.]
Unwanted company in the bathroom? I hope it wasn't due to your apparently harrowing journey. You're alright?
[ the best thing about silco giving her this shark pajama onesie is whether she is feeling angry, blue, is physically injured or not, this attire can hide it all. and whenever her father comes home from wherever he was, he will be coming home to a human sized pink shark lounging on the couch (the mouth buttoned up to hide her face of course), with her feet/flippers swaying from side to side. it makes one wonder just how long she's just been in this position, but who truly knows. ]
[Silco arrived home between checking on his work places to the scene with Jinx laying in the gift that he had provided her for her birthday. At first, he wasn't certain if she was trying to sleep laying there like that, but he admitted that he hoped she had taken her time terrorizing others with that outfit. Perhaps it was his turn.
He approached her on the couch, dropping his books on the table as he passed it before heading over to the couch. He rested his hands on either side of her shark-hooded head.]
I can assume the gift has been well-received, hmm?
He approached her on the couch, dropping his books on the table as he passed it before heading over to the couch. He rested his hands on either side of her shark-hooded head.]
I can assume the gift has been well-received, hmm?
you should know what happened by now. if you wish to lay your retribution on me i won't hide.
[So says the little handwritten note on Silco's desk at the Last Drop. How or when did it get there? No one can say, but one thing is clear. There hadn't been any sight of the familiar white boar.
And staying true to his word, Richard didn't make himself hard to find and followed his usual routine. With only exception that this time he had taken his training further into the woods, as if to find cover from the thicket. He's attacking the wooden dummy with his sword, his blows and strikes unpacking more strength and aggression than usually, making his movements less coordinated.
Richard jumps on the dummy, driving his sword right into the middle of it. He falls down on the ground along with his target, but instead of giving up he quickly pulls out a dagger and begins to stab the poor dummy repeatedly and relentlessly.]
[So says the little handwritten note on Silco's desk at the Last Drop. How or when did it get there? No one can say, but one thing is clear. There hadn't been any sight of the familiar white boar.
And staying true to his word, Richard didn't make himself hard to find and followed his usual routine. With only exception that this time he had taken his training further into the woods, as if to find cover from the thicket. He's attacking the wooden dummy with his sword, his blows and strikes unpacking more strength and aggression than usually, making his movements less coordinated.
Richard jumps on the dummy, driving his sword right into the middle of it. He falls down on the ground along with his target, but instead of giving up he quickly pulls out a dagger and begins to stab the poor dummy repeatedly and relentlessly.]
[Silco had indeed learned of what had happened at the hot springs while he was occupied with other matters. A part of him was thankful he hadn't been present to witness or have to break up the altercation between his daughter and Richard. The fact that it happened did not surprise him, aware that the tension had been building between the pair steadily.
He found the note at the Last Drop. It contained the kind of content that was at home in Zaun in its dramatics, earning a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose as he turned and headed out to track down his lover.
He knew almost all of Richard's usual spots by now, having spent time at each of them as Richard trained or prepared for a hunting trip. He started at the house then made his way systematically to the usual haunts until he came across the training grounds that Richard set up. He tucked his hands into his pockets and watched the younger man tackled the straw dummy and continue to stab it.
Finally, he propelled himself back into motion, clearing his throat to announce himself.]
Perhaps the dummy has had enough.
He found the note at the Last Drop. It contained the kind of content that was at home in Zaun in its dramatics, earning a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose as he turned and headed out to track down his lover.
He knew almost all of Richard's usual spots by now, having spent time at each of them as Richard trained or prepared for a hunting trip. He started at the house then made his way systematically to the usual haunts until he came across the training grounds that Richard set up. He tucked his hands into his pockets and watched the younger man tackled the straw dummy and continue to stab it.
Finally, he propelled himself back into motion, clearing his throat to announce himself.]
Perhaps the dummy has had enough.
hey, silco
so, it's jinx's birthday soon, yeah? and i wanna get her a nice gift. now i know she gave us all a list to choose from, but... anything else i could get her? something she wouldn't necessarily think of herself?
so, it's jinx's birthday soon, yeah? and i wanna get her a nice gift. now i know she gave us all a list to choose from, but... anything else i could get her? something she wouldn't necessarily think of herself?
A mildly chaotic yet emotionally supportive boyfriend. Or girlfriend.
Otherwise, I would suggest anything shark related.
Otherwise, I would suggest anything shark related.
Congratulations appear to be in order. You are now a businessman. Will you be keeping your previous abode or moving into the inn to be closer to your patrons?
[whenever silco returns home, whether it's during the afternoon or evening (player's choice), he will first be greeted by a recognizable jacket in his living room. the overcoat being worn isn't by the primary owner, not when the person's figure is so slender and the attire is almost gigantic. but silco will witness jinx looming over the coffee table, arched forward as she views over a massive sheet of paper with her phone idling next to it.
from afar, it's difficult to see just what she's looking over (beyond the colorful markings), but once close, it's appears to be a rough duplicate of the diagram of their "world". the bluenette stretches over to her custom-made mug from the opposite side of her phone, and sips — slurping obnoxiously with her brows bunching close together. but her upper lip curls up into a snarl, and shoots a glance to the right of her (to nothing):]
Yeah, I know traveling by wagon isn't gonna cut it. You don't have to tell me twice. I just gotta go by foot.
[browsing down to her map again, and setting her cup back in place, the teenager rolls her eyes and blows out a frustrating huff through her nostrils.]
Nooooooo, you won't survive out there alone, but I will. See? that's the difference between you and me. Now, pipe down, and listen.
[she points sharply at a little oasis at the center of the map.]
There! This is where we need to go. The only other place here that should have Honey Fruit. — All we gotta do is just go there, pluck a few, then head back. So easy-peasy, a brainless doofus can pull it off.
from afar, it's difficult to see just what she's looking over (beyond the colorful markings), but once close, it's appears to be a rough duplicate of the diagram of their "world". the bluenette stretches over to her custom-made mug from the opposite side of her phone, and sips — slurping obnoxiously with her brows bunching close together. but her upper lip curls up into a snarl, and shoots a glance to the right of her (to nothing):]
Yeah, I know traveling by wagon isn't gonna cut it. You don't have to tell me twice. I just gotta go by foot.
[browsing down to her map again, and setting her cup back in place, the teenager rolls her eyes and blows out a frustrating huff through her nostrils.]
Nooooooo, you won't survive out there alone, but I will. See? that's the difference between you and me. Now, pipe down, and listen.
[she points sharply at a little oasis at the center of the map.]
There! This is where we need to go. The only other place here that should have Honey Fruit. — All we gotta do is just go there, pluck a few, then head back. So easy-peasy, a brainless doofus can pull it off.
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[The evening was falling faster these days with the change of the seasons, so he arrived home with the intention of making dinner as per normal then heading out to be at the Last Drop. He wasn't surprised to find Jinx at home before him, though he was mildly perturbed to find her in the boy's jacket. It wasn't that unusual as his daughter tended to collect and keep items that connected her with people or a stage in her life. If anything, it reinforced that the boy was well and truly gone for the time being.
He walked across the foray and the living room to head to his office in order to put his accounting books down on the desk inside. He listened to her talking to her voices in order to discern what she was up to and what to expect from tonight or even the next few days.
He emerged, shedding his jacket and setting it over the back of the couch and then moved around the furniture to find himself at the coffee table looking at the same map that she was. He folded his hands behind his back, clasping one wrist in the other as he examined her scribbles.]
Honey Fruit. You know we could have that imported, right? Are you planning a person adventure for a few weeks then?
[How? Why? With whom?]
He walked across the foray and the living room to head to his office in order to put his accounting books down on the desk inside. He listened to her talking to her voices in order to discern what she was up to and what to expect from tonight or even the next few days.
He emerged, shedding his jacket and setting it over the back of the couch and then moved around the furniture to find himself at the coffee table looking at the same map that she was. He folded his hands behind his back, clasping one wrist in the other as he examined her scribbles.]
Honey Fruit. You know we could have that imported, right? Are you planning a person adventure for a few weeks then?
[How? Why? With whom?]
[Vi's not sure which businesses that Silco frequents the most. so maybe she gives a folded note to one of the employees to leave it on his desk, or definitely in the case of the Last Drop there's a note found stuck to the front door. they all say the same thing, though:]
stay the FUCK away from Lupin. or it's all fair game again.
[by the time he gets any of these messages though, she's gone. nowhere in sight. she doesn't sign it either, because she knows he'll know exactly who sent it.]
stay the FUCK away from Lupin. or it's all fair game again.
[by the time he gets any of these messages though, she's gone. nowhere in sight. she doesn't sign it either, because she knows he'll know exactly who sent it.]
[Silco was approached with multiples of the same note over the course of the day. The handwriting was all the same and so was the message. The corner of his lip tugged in amusement.
He burnt each note one by one to enjoy them, gathered up the ashes and sent them to the forge to be set into a ruby that was then inset into an earring.
Special delivery to the Lupin in a jewelry box with a note attached in Silco's neat handwriting.]
Streets remain public property of the city of Aldrip.
A gift to memorialize your continued ineffective ranting.
-S.
He burnt each note one by one to enjoy them, gathered up the ashes and sent them to the forge to be set into a ruby that was then inset into an earring.
Special delivery to the Lupin in a jewelry box with a note attached in Silco's neat handwriting.]
Streets remain public property of the city of Aldrip.
A gift to memorialize your continued ineffective ranting.
-S.
there might be a new business venture open for you.
it appears that the barmaid of the Lupin has disappeared.
it appears that the barmaid of the Lupin has disappeared.
[Of course. Everyone from his world was now gone except the sickly scientist. He'd noticed.]
I'm aware. No doubt the feral fox child will be guarding it for a time.
I'm aware. No doubt the feral fox child will be guarding it for a time.
[ PRESENT AHOY!
some time this week, silco will find a CUTELY WRAPPED BOX (im sorry but it's polar bears floating on a navy blue background holding red martini glasses) delivered to the doorstep of his choice ... along with a card written in surprisingly neat cursive.]
[ inside the box, he will find a box of cookies, some warm leather gloves, and a mug!
enjoy!!!! ]
some time this week, silco will find a CUTELY WRAPPED BOX (im sorry but it's polar bears floating on a navy blue background holding red martini glasses) delivered to the doorstep of his choice ... along with a card written in surprisingly neat cursive.]
Dear Silco,
I am so thankful that you are part of my life and that we get to spend this holiday season together.
I hope your Yuletide is as happy as the happiness you bring me! :-)
-Vash
I am so thankful that you are part of my life and that we get to spend this holiday season together.
I hope your Yuletide is as happy as the happiness you bring me! :-)
-Vash
[ inside the box, he will find a box of cookies, some warm leather gloves, and a mug!
enjoy!!!! ]
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