Neither of you are human then. Would you kill for your brother?
[Family was important to him, so he felt it worthwhile to understand other family dynamics. Zaun had a lot of broken, mended and stitched together families.]
She sees more of their effects than most thus far. Jinx is incendiary.
That's correct. There are more of our kind, our family, enslaved by the humans of our universe. I aim to free them and establish a world of our own, free from humanity's parasitic influence.
I have killed for him, and I would do so again without hesitation. There is nothing more important to me than Vash.
And is there opportunity for you to achieve that goal in this place?
You're far more honest about such matters than most about such matters. Don't let this place try to wedge that dedication between you two.
Yes, she's an acquired taste. She will do her best to antagonize people, yourself included. She is my daughter, and I hold the same sentiment as you do for your brother.
That remains to be seen. Until I can find a way to open a connection between them and myself, there is little I can do that would benefit them right now.
Even if Vash ends up resenting me for my choices, I am resolute in following through. Whatever it takes.
Time will tell if this place puts dampers on your future plans. One must also consider that we currently have no means to choose to go back to our original places.
Will he not respond in kind if you were in danger?
[Dangerous people making deals it seems.]
We do. I hope we can consider our dedicated people to be off limits from overt harm then.
I have considered it, yes. Every possible scenario must be taken into account.
No. He would not.
[knives remembers looking down into the barrel of that gun, the look in his brother's eyes before they were parted. of course, he could be wrong, maybe vash would protect him in turn... but knives won't risk betting on it.
but answering 'no' might dissuade silco from potentially using vash in the future. his brother having nothing to offer means he is safer for it.]
So long as Vash is unharmed, then we are in agreement.
A planner and strategist. That will come in handy in our attempts to shake off the Council.
A shame. He comes across as a protector to me.
[That said a lot about the relationship that the brother's had. Silco also wasn't above putting that claim to the test, though he would have to think of the best way.]
As long as Jinx is not harmed, we are in agreement. However, I have no issue with you verbally tangling with her.
Aldrip did seem to be doing just fine before our presence here. [They were, after all, only visitors in this world. Though, it is also true that the economy here hadn't exactly been thriving, staying stale and unchanging despite the countless adversities and catastrophes this world seems to be dealing with. From world altering maze to gigantic sea monsters and what not.
Goro only continues to smile at him.] Yes, only potentially. However, that is enough for my presence. [More than Silco might think. After all, he believes in eliminating any possible or potential threats before they have a chance to become an issue.]
Ah, yes. I did. To both of them actually, though that was hardly necessary. You did make yourself known on the public network with the silly banter. But there's something I'd like to know. Why not grab both sisters? I'd imagine that would be more beneficial than to stand between them.
It had unsustained growth and it's people remain primitive to the possibilities. I think the Chosen's purpose is to not only be punished but advanced this society forward.
[There were penal colonies where a society had to be made from it, and this seemed similar to such old experimentations. Of course, they liked to claim they were more civilized these days, but that wasn't true, not with this little wolf in his room showing teeth. He was looking forward to Jinx having a go at him when he eventually informed her of this little 'talk'.]
I see. So you're an enforcer who is going to nip the bud to future trouble. Smart. Punish any of the crimes before they happen. [It was how all undercity folk were treated on some level, and it was the kind of attitude Silco spent decades of his life reaffirming. It was about instilling enough fear to force respect.]
Good, I'm sure my daughter upheld my fantastic reputation from home. [He was a crime lord doing what he could for his people no matter the method necessary. He'd do it here too. Yet, at the question, his expression hardened.] Do you actually think I will discuss my personal choices with you?
Ah, so you are a good samaritan after all? Only looking forward to fulfill your civic duty as a concerned civilian. [The words are spoken in a mocking sing-song voice, dripping amusement. He really doubts there is anything remotely close to righteous or good within Silco's heart. Same goes for him, too.
Which is perhaps why what the man says next tugs something within him. Akechi can feel in his mind how the thread of progress, of "rehabilitation" of sorts, loosens and begins to come undone. Akira had said that he represented Justice to him, and that it's because of such realization he was able to do all the world changing heroics. How laughable such claim appears to him in moments like these. After all, he was just a--]
Enforcer? Hardly, I'm merely a concerned detective. [-- a dangerous serial killer. An assassin with a (nearly) flawless record.
But he doesn't let that little thorn on his side to show and only presses further when seeing the subtle change in Silco's features. Oh? Could it be that there is some history there? Maybe a failed attempt. If so, no wonder considering how hard headed Vi could be.]
It seems just foolish, that is all. It is good to have a proper back up in case your current project proves out to be defective. [No love for Jinx. The girl is nothing but a yapping dog in his eyes, annoying and reckless.]
Always. The best way to build a community is to stimulate the economy and not be directly involved in a murder. People need to know where to turn for their supplies. [Silco was keen-minded enough that carving out a niche market was his way in while also make certain to have outward appearances of being helpful. Much like Zaun, he was playing the long game.
He made a soft 'hmm' noise as he considered how they were both wrapping themselves in their own lies, knowing exactly what they really were. No one showed up on his doorstep sporting a smile like that who wasn't looking to start something. This was more than a detective trying to press for answers; they weren't even the kind of questions that urged him to answer anyway.]
We both know that's not all you are. If you're going to threaten or hurt me or even kill me, can we drop the pathetic dance and get one with it? I have other matters to attend to.
[While his words were big, he made a mental note to increase his own office security in the future. The assaults on his person reminded him when he was much younger and he was easier to push around. He didn't have the muscle he had before, so it was going to be up to him to let those that sought to harm him choke on their ambitions.]
You clearly weren't hugged as a child, were you? My project is my daughter, and she has more to offer this place than anyone could bother to give her credit for. My time in the sun will set, and my job as her father is to give her every opportunity to blossom to stand on her own when I'm gone.
[A laughter erupts from his chest, bubbling lightly as it comes out while Akechi shakes his head. Again, such politically well balanced answer. Something he could imagine slipping right out of that man's mouth as well. Akechi has spent too much time of his life while playing these games with people like Silco.]
Really? [Akechi huffs out air once the laughter is subdued. He places one elbow on the desk, leaning is cheek on his palm and corking his eyebrow up in interest.] What do you think I am, then?
[Never mind that he also kind of outed himself when advocating for violence when it came to punishing people in Rumpitur. It had been done in a fit of rage and frustration, to quell his anger and troubling feelings after seeing Akira hurt. Oh well. He hadn't said anything too damning, other than being fine with murder. But then again, who here wasn't.
He clicks his tongue, making condescending 'tsk'-sounds when the man tries to make a dig at his childhood.]
A crime overlord and drug kingpin with a heart of gold? Oh my, how touching. That bullshit might work on her, which is good for your own sake, but don't expect me to buy it.
[The laughter was something that he had contended with all of his life, and so this was nothing new. He also had his motivations and his grit questioned at every turn, and that too was fine. He had survived to bring Zaun out of the shadows when no one else had the stiff spine to do so. He knew his own value, and there was nothing Akechi could do or say to dent his own self-assurity.]
I think you're a wolf in sheep's clothing. I think you're pretending at being detective to hide behind a more fitting title than whatever you had previously. Maybe it's more tasteful, or maybe you're keeping under its umbrella for someone else. Someone special?
[Silco was handy with a knife, and he knew his way around firearms, bombs and even his fists if he absolutely had to. He had no reason to make this physical of course, not with the desk between them. This boy reminded him a little of Finn, and that man's throat had been cut like all the others because barking only put a certain target on one's back.]
I quite frankly don't care if you believe me. You have no importance to me except one. ['You're a tool to be used' went unspoken.]
[Well, to be fair Silco's assessment wasn't wholly wrong. He was more than what he usually let on, a wolf in sheep's clothing as the man had put it. But he was also a detective -- one with a lot of following and fans on top of that. Sure, most of the violent crimes he 'solved' were his own doings but ah, no big deal.
Though, where Silco's dig really lands is when he mentions 'someone special.' Because really, if it weren't for Akira they wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation. No, if he wasn't trying to improve himself Akechi would've already left the office, leaving Silco with a bullet in his head. ]
And there it is, [He clicks with his tongue.], another wolf bearing his teeth. I believe we both can now quit the farce and lay our cards on the table so to speak. What I want to know are your plans for this world.
At least we are both disappointed with how this conversation has gone thus far.
[Silco expected that things still had opportunity to escalate, and he doubted that his desk was going to prove much of a deterrent either. Normally when he was threatened, people simply got on with the whole affiar. He supposed the whole detective schtick was something that needed to be played into, and he could appreciate that if he also didn't have work to be done.
It was a shame that Sevika hadn't come, not that she would have vested interest in his current ventures.]
[Aaand that response is just as vague and non-answer as he expected to get. Akechi knew that it was very much unlikely that Silco was just going to share his future plans just because he asked. Especially not after their conversation, where the hostility had lingered below the surface.
Oh well, at least he can say he tried the nice way.]
Hahah, it seems like our plans are similar in the nature here. [He laughs and nods, seemingly polite and pleasant.
But then, fast as lightning, Akechi lunges forward from his chair. His hand shoots up to quickly grab on Silco's hair to slam the man's face hard on the table -- making sure that it's his 'good' side that comes in contact with the wooden surface. Just to be extra bitch.
Akechi looms over him, grip tight and pressing the man down with the help of his own weight.] And it would only be in your best interest to make sure that your 'happy life' doesn't come in the way of mine. For your own health. And the yapping girl's you call your 'daughter'.
[He would hardly call this conversation full of pleasantries, not with the overt lingering threat of violence. He expected that it was little more than a matter of time, and it seemed that such a time had come. It reminded him of a time a long, long time ago when he had been much younger.
This was not his first encounter with his face slamming into a table top. He hissed in aggravation, and his hand snapped to the knife from home that he always kept close. His fingers closed on the hilt, and he made slow movements to pull it from the sheathe. His attention was on Akechi looming, his mutilated eye focusing.]
Perhaps you should provide details on what this happy future life will entail for you, and I can make certain to have my affairs not overlap with yours. [The knife was free, and he moved it quickly to try to press the tip to Akechi's inner thigh.] Jinx can handle herself just fine, boy.
[Akechi hadn't been able to see the knife when sitting, but now that he's standing over him the keen red eyes follows the man's every movement. He sees the hand reaching for something, which he could only expect to be a weapon of sorts. Because what else could it be? Yet, he doesn't act on it -- allowing the man to play his own gamble.
He keeps pinning Silco down, gloved fingers curling around the short hair and pulling his scalp.]
I need you to stay in your little lane, old man. You can keep playing your little concerned citizen act all you want, keep selling flowers and what not. But don't even think of stepping outside of that role. You will have to be a good boy and leave the power vacuum alone. Or I will burn you and your empire down into ashes.
[The sharp tip of the blade awkwardly pokes Akechi's in the thigh -- to which he only responds with an exaggerated sigh and roll of eyes.] I would advice against that, Mr. Silco. Not unless you are interested in finding out what a psychotic breakdown will do to one's cognition.
[There are so many of memories of Enforcers doing this exact motion with him. There were reasons he stayed to the lower levels of Zaun for much of his life, the places Enforces preferred not to go. He and Vander had suffered these threats, these acts, and this succrine murmurs that only promised a future of pain. He breathed out of his nose, not fighting the hold but not giving up his knife either.
He had learned a long time ago the sort of actions that would earn him a beating. They were not fond memories, but they had lead him to this point. This was just a reminder of why he fought.]
Such a tough little man. You're not different than the rest of us, just better dressed and claiming to have a better influence in your back pocket. You aren't the first to do this to me, and you won't be last, boy.
[Silco might be beaten or even be killed, but he could knick the femoral artery or even take a testicle and at least pay some of this injustice back. This world was no different with the same smug smiles.]
Let me go and I won't have to see how quickly you'll bleed out on my floor.
oh yeah, i know you have. you've taken it and twisted it to your needs while i was sitting rotting in jail. i know. you don't have to monologue to me about it.
( it's morning to a new month. it seems the two of them survived another cold black-out night, and there is natural light coming through the windows. jinx failed once again to convince silco to nuzzle with her in the pulled out couch, so instead, she slept in hammock up above in his office.
and by the looks of things, it appears she made it through the night with no nightmares, too. and this time, she rested the average amount a person should get and not broken apart in minutes. it's ten o'clock now and jinx is still snoozing up above, cocooned in several blankets with hardly a rustle. generally, she'd be up by this time to drop by his flower shop to tend to the plants, but it seems slumber is harder to fight off this go round. but on the brighter side of things, the peace and quiet will extend longer than usual. ... until she wakes up. )
you know what, i'm not even going to waste breath reminding you what happened to me after i walked away and that i would've come back. it's like talking to a fucking wall.
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