conflictresolution

"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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From:

opheliac

right! so im getting him a gift. i have to be a lil creative since he can come back from the dead. super lame. i want to kill him soooooooooo bad!

From:

conflictresolution

He has the ability to some kind of entity, so any gift you make should be quick acting. Otherwise, he may gain some kind of protectiveness from the illusion or being he brought to my office.

From:

opheliac

( as he dresses her wounds, her eyes dart up to his face -- observing the scars she had seen over a million times. she tries to imagine how he would look without them, wondering if his skin used to be obnoxiously soft or if he ever worried about skin care before the toxins became a part of his life. but as he told her many times, if he was nitpicking or had smooth skin -- that man has long deceased. silco is a brand-new man now, a male with a strong and powerful aura who can make people feel unnerving within their bones.

jinx hopes her own voice will gain that much strength some day, she likes to believe it expanded somewhat ... but with the council on the throne, her voice feels nothing but a squeak. her gaze slants to his hands and the bandages, patiently waiting for him to finish, with her feet rocking back and forth like a child would. )

... I've been thinkin' about getting another couch in here.

( she idly mentions, now looking off at a space in his office where the furniture should be able to fit nicely in. )

So sometimes I can sleep down here than up there.

From:

opheliac

so itll be 2 against 1, eh? at least that makes it a lil more challenging.

From:

conflictresolution

Potentially. He was using the summon or illusion as a means of threatening me, so we did not directly interact. End him quickly, and it likely will be a moot point.

From:

opheliac

so i got to be creative. no big whoop. im GREAT with coming up with things.

From:

conflictresolution

[Silco was used to being observed, and he had long ago lost the urge to feel self-conscious about anyone looking at his scars. Normally, he would be wearing some foundation and concealer, but it seemed worthless to ask for it as a gift of the gods. He wasn't ashamed even if he grew tired of certain types of staring. He expected that Jinx was doing it because his focus was elsewhere, and he had nothing to hide from her.

His fingers worked at the wrapping of her forearms, and he nodded his head to the sudden change of subject. He turned his head to observe the room and estimated the space that could be allotted for a couch.]

Are you planning on inviting guests over where we will need another spot to sit?

[He didn't particularly care one way or another. Furniture made a room, but it also set a scene and provided a power dynamic when one was needed.]

You don't like to sleep down low, though.

From:

conflictresolution

Yes, let your creativity flow. Otherwise, we can take out everyone he cares about, which is far less creative.

From:

opheliac

( her face burns at the question, and she continues to keep her eyes at the vacant spot than on her father. truthfully, it was something she had been rattling her brain over lately. jinx is highly convinced both her and quentin are done for good, which now leaves her completely available. and even with her very conflicted feelings about her newly relationship status, the nights for her have gotten lonelier and colder by the day.

she misses having another human body lying next to her during the night, and although quentin wasn't exactly the cuddle type (except after sex), just being near someone was enough for her. it helped with her nightmares. and while they never vanished entirely, but it did diminish to every once in a while than every night. ... except now, they're on a rampage again. his daughter wants that intimacy again, but who will she get it from? she tried with silco and that led into a dead end. and vi is too busy with romancing the stupid enforcer to even notice her sister these days.

so the possible solution she came up with is to pay someone to spend their time with her. it won't be exactly like how madam babette ran her brothel, but... maybe something similar? exclude the sexual stuff and just have someone to keep her company in bed until the next morning. but would that make her look pathetic?

....

ugh. if only she can go back to feeling emotionless. )

Y-Yeeah... I... I don't.

( she answers finally, stammering over her words as she tiptoes over his previous question. maybe her father won't notice it was left without a reply. )

But you'll be nearby, so... it's no sweat.

Edited Date: 2024-03-26 04:35 am (UTC)

From:

opheliac

super less creative. chomper: AND AND ANDDD!!! more troouuublleee! that too.

From:

murderingjustice

[Silco is right about him. Normally Akechi is so much better at keeping the cracks from showing. Hell, he had entire nation eating from his hand for several years. But right now he has hard time keeping it in check. The presence of Loki is pressing more on his mind, his laughter loud and bringing the madness within him abut. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here and resolved into barking and showing teeth. ]

Unfortunate, but to who? Hah, I can only imagine of all atrocities a man like you is capable of once I'm through tearing down your mind. A one-way ticket to the madness and despair. [He hisses his final threat, a sound of a thrill creeping up to his voice underneath the vitriol. Yeah, such scenarios might excite him a bit.

Sure, his powers can't go to same lengths in this world, so he wouldn't be able to cause proper mental breakdown. But with Loki he ought to still be able drag people into the madness... Or so he thinks.

But fair enough. This meeting might not have gone as planned but his point is heard -- whether Silco took it to his heart or not. He does take a step back and reaches to straighten his own jacket. His expression calms down and he forces a mocking smile on his lips.]

Hah. I do wonder what you're hiding in your own baggage. [After all, just like Silco had recognized the madman in Akechi, he could, too, sense the baggage of the past in the man.] But yes, it is getting late. I'll let you get back to your work, Mr. Silco. I hope you have a pleasant evening.

From:

conflictresolution

Sometimes it's about effectiveness and not creativity.

From:

opheliac

and sometimes its about exploding off heads! thats what we're talking about, right? exploding head guts.

From:

conflictresolution

[He sighed from his nose at her stammering, and he shook his head as he sat back to observe her. He liked to think that he knew her well enough to understand what her issues were, but this world had definitely injected a certain discord that he didn't enjoy having to navigate. Jinx had always been close with him, and he preferred it that way.

However, this place was not the Undercity, and people didn't know or understand either of their history. They were all a bit odd, so thus people seemed to far more welcoming to many of Jinx's normal antics. She had friends her own age, not people who gave ground to her because they all worked for him. She had connected with (argh) boys, and that was trouble.

Still, she had always been an affectionate person with those who had earned her trust. It was how she wormed into his heart, of course. He had limitations to his own physical affection, but she also was the only person to regularly shove him out of his comfort zone. He disliked seeing her in pain, especially if it was something he could help her with.

The fact that that sister was here was a constant threat in the back of his mind. It forced him to reassess how he operated sometimes.]

If you aren't planning on an open invitation for friends, we can forego the couch. The other one is big enough for the both of us if we move the back cushions off.

[He began to put away the medical supplies.]

More blankets may be necessary though.

From:

conflictresolution

Gun shots at point blank range is always effective about exploding heads.

From:

opheliac

yea. my doohickeys been so cranky lately. i really oughta take them out sometime....

From:

opheliac

( her ears perk at the suggestion, and her head swirling around to him with her eyes almost bulging out of her skull. is he... implying what she thinks he's implying? jinx can't recall any time that silco rested on a couch, let alone lying down for anything. she understood why, of course -- the undercity wasn't necessarily the safest place in runeterra, and a powerful man like him needed to be on his toes and always be one step ahead. but is he really willing to lower his defenses for her? for a night or two so she would feel secure? jinx opens her mouth to speak, but then shuts it again. her entire body still and rooted to his desk as he collects the medical items without a hitch. )

...

Edited Date: 2024-04-02 05:05 am (UTC)

From:

opheliac

( but whenever he shifts to move away, her trance breaks and her hand dives off on its own to clutch onto his wrist. the heat over her cheeks brightens just a touch over the sudden reaction, because not even she knows why her hand did what it did. it just... felt like the right thing to do for whatever reason.

but jinx swallows down the brief embarrassment and steadily guides his hand to rest on her right cheek. still keeping her silence, she holds her gaze to him -- eyes large and doe-like as ever, then shutting them close. jinx takes the moment to feel the familiarity of his palm, and the temperature against her slight chilled skin. he really does love her, even though he never says it with words. )

... Okay.

From:

conflictresolution

I'm certain you can terrorize a few people with them, yes.

From:

conflictresolution

[Sleeping seated but upright had become a routine for almost two decades, the ability to wake and rise quickly should the situation call for it. It was the most comfortable way to sleep after Vander had tried to kill him in the river with the pain and pressure of his face sinking by gravity. He had once believe he could save the eye by changing the method of sleep, but that had been youthful naivete. Now he slept that way because it was safest.

Also not having an actual bedroom with a bed in it tended to throw a lot of people off when it came to looking for easy ways to kill him. Bodyguards or no, the undercity was not one to suffer fools long. That was that.

He rose, stopping when he felt Jinx's hand grasping his wrist. He turned back to regard her, raising his eyebrow at the look on her face. She should know that there were many situations that he would give up his own comforts for her, and if she didn't know that willingness yet, he clearly had to explain it better in future. He didn't resist when she pressed his palm to her cheek, and he even went so far as to use his thumb to stroke the soft cooler skin under it.]

You're going to be alright, child. I will never forsake you. We're in this mess together.

From:

opheliac

( she wets her chapped lips quickly and shifts her gaze away from him again. her demeanor becomes passive as her hands reach for a braid to swing over her shoulder. )

I know, I know.

( she mumbles with her fingers toying and picking through her messy bedhead locks. jinx says nothing for a few seconds, learning now that there's no point in denying her struggles and what's been eating at her. especially when silco had been by her side all the way... even if some of his advice or suggestions are things she doesn't agree on. like letting him handle quentin, or she should ditch her sister for good. those thoughts had passed her mind and she entertained them every now and again, but... her heart would interfere each time and she'd pull back. )

It's just... — I don't know how to deal with things that I can't... shoot away or blow up. Not when they can just come back.

Edited Date: 2024-04-02 05:10 pm (UTC)