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

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[opheliac]

Like.... a few days. Ten?

( but hey! at least he agreed to wait and with that, jinx will be forever grateful. it will by her a little more time to try and word everything right in her head. although, it's a bit hard to do when the voices are ripping apart her inner rehearsal and sticking their own versions in -- which are just as awful if not worse.

but anyhow, fast-forwarding this roleplay just wee bit -- jinx continues to help her father cook everything and she darts off to set the table. alcohol for him and juice for her (except maybe she should down the hatch too). again, she's not scared to tell him, it's more so... she isn't sure how he would react. the teen knows silco, sure, but sometimes he can be pretty tricky. with the table, food, and drinks all ready to be eaten and sipped away, jinx makes her way to her side of the table. except when she takes her seat, she does it extremely carefully and in a tiny wince before she can settle right. okay, maybe she is still a little sore from her... adventure. )

This all looks so good!! I can't wait to dig into this.

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[conflictresolution]

Going from strength to strength then.

[He restrained his curiosity as they cooked and set out the meal on the table. He had a top three reasons why she had to wait and what was so important that he needed to be occupied to hear whatever news she had. He wiped his hands on a towel before he moved to join Jinx at the table. He took his seat and reached for his drink first, taking a sip.]

Off you go then, Jinx.

[He was slower to dig into his meal, instead savouring his drink over the food for now.]

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[opheliac]

( almost immediately, she shoves the potatoes straight in her mouth -- chowing down her usual barbaric way that she can't necessarily help. it's the shimmer to blame really. it makes her behave so rabid when it comes to food, but thank goodness people don't seem to mind too much when she's out eating with them. humming happily, she looks up to her father with a big smile and mouth full: )

This is sooooo good!!

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[conflictresolution]

[He watched bemused as she dug into the food, and that was so perfectly normal that he was satisfied. After her run in with the Council, he had been concerned that Shimmer's effects wouldn't work on her any longer and they would have to run through all of the withdrawal effects. She had all the manners of a well raised Zaunite.

He picked up his fork and cut into the potatoes, nodding in agreement as he took a bite and chewed.]

Well made, yes.

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[opheliac]

( after taking a few more bites, jinx wipes her mouth with her forearm then leans a little more into her chair -- clearing her throat. it's either now or never, right? )

Yeah, ahem. So! — Silco. Uhm. Ya know... us doing this. Cooking... being together and stuff? We'll always have this, right?

( she flashes him a smile despite it having some anxious flare to it. ) No matter who comes in and outta our lives, we will have this.

It'll never change and we're still gonna do all the things we are settin' out to do here. 'Cause we're family and... — and you're important to me. And you know, I'll never ever leave you or betray you.

( jinx peers down at her meal, tapping her fork lightly against the plate. )

I-I know that's what your fear is. But that'll never come true. That I can promise definitely...

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[conflictresolution]

[As soon as Jinx launched in her declaration with an interesting and well-intended introduction, Silco set down his utensils and leaned back in his chair. He watched her steadily, following the words and narrowing down his list even further: the sister or a boy. That's what it came down by the time she hit the mid-point.

Ekko wasn't back in town from what he could tell, so this had to be someone new if it was a boy. Given what he knew about her, she had likely flung herself bodily into any relationship.

The sister always remained a threat, but until the enforcer and the other roommate stepped away, it wasn't as if Jinx would be moving into there. He had no doubt they were trying to find common ground in their relationship, but he didn't have a spy network to determine how that was going so he based that assessment on Jinx's moods.

He finally leaned forward in his seat so that he could rest his elbows on the table and steeple his finger tips together. Yet, unlike some long-winded underlings dolling up a conversation to put themselves in a better light where he would cut through the situational thesis, he let her have the room.]

Loyalty is important to me, yes.

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[opheliac]

( it's hard to read his mood or what's going through his mind. but thingd seem to be swimmingly and his expression appear seemly calm? although, silco is very good at wearing masks than she could ever pull off. but jinx has faith he wouldn't wear one around her -- especially right now. )

Right, YES! Me too! Super important. So, we're good. We have really nothing —

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[opheliac]

( — her charm rings just a little away from them. and the sound interrupts her thinking as it appears to be a text message, it reads aloud: )

"hey you gonna tell your dad about your hot boyfriend lololo qq"

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[opheliac]

( well. that's one way to get to the point. she can't fault quentin for texting that to her, and she is going to either. but what rotten timing for that to be blared out. she is crawling in her own skin and wincing over it before granting her father a wary smile. )

Eh, heh, heh. Uh, guess I don't have to say the rest?

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[conflictresolution]

[He made a noise in his throat at the sudden input from her charm, and all of his suspicions seemed to come true. His fingers steepled further as his mismatched eyes flicked from her to the charm nearby then slowly returned to her. A boy, indeed.

He eased himself back from the table to lean into his chair. His expression was a practiced neutral as he considered the words; it seemed as if this one was going to make assumptions that he was going to have to dissuade in the very near future.]

No. I would be far more interested in knowing more about the boy.

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[opheliac]

( shoving the potatoes in her mouth quickly and vigorously cutting a piece of her fish, her gaze stays down to her plate. maybe if she just focuses on her meal more, this will be a little easier. but it doesn't make silco's stare on her burn any less than it is. )

Sure. Uh, what you wanna know?

( she asks, mouth so full that he may need to strain his hears just to hear her fully. )

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[conflictresolution]

[He shifted his weight on his chair so that he could reach into his vest to pull out his silver case holding his limited amount of cigars. He pulled a half-smoked one out, tapping the end on the table before he brought it to his lips and lit it with his lighter.

He took a long drag from his cigar and blew the smoke from his nostrils.]

Let's start with a name, an age and what skills he has, shall we?

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[opheliac]

( and this is where her anxiousness start to settle in. because the last time she spoke about quentin to her father was two months ago or so and she rambled on about how he has telepathic abilities. and she was stupid enough to mention then he went inside her head because at the time, she thought he was bluffing about his skills. from what she can recall from that conversation, silco didn't... favor that so much. maybe jinx should start with the simple thing first. )

Right! Riiiiight.... — ( oh boy. his daughter reaches over for her glass of juice, attempting to behave casual. )

His name is Quentin. ( there's a last name but should she say it? would that be safe? does it matter? ) Uh, he's nineteen. Just a year older than me.

( then she takes a few gulps.... purposely not mentioning his skills yet. )

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[conflictresolution]

[Silco raised his eyebrow at the name, and he immediately was drawn back to the boy that she had talked about a few months ago. The telepath, was it? He recalled a conversation about a boy named Quentin, but there hadn't been many more details than that, and he had immediately felt alarms that such a potential could do to his daughter's often volatile mind.

Yet, he reserved his judgment for the moment as he didn't have enough information to make an informed decision. So far, he did not approved based on that audible text alone.]

Does he have skills?

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[opheliac]

( it's times like these that sometimes she wishes she could bend the truth or wasn't an honest woman. but she is and lying her father is definitely not in the cards no matter how uncomfortable a subject is. )

Yeah, yeah! He's smart... really smart. He's into engineering and I've shown him some of my things. ( a pause to teeth over her lower lip and playing with her food a bit. ) — Actually if it wasn't for his insight on stuff, I wouldn't had gotten my monkey to stop shaking so much.

( jinx clears her throat as she lifts up her glass again. this time, she mutters and says the next thing very quickly into her cup. )

And he's also telepathic but that's not important. In fact it's super not important 'cause who cares about that anyway, right? So yeah he's Chuck number two. The guy I was talking about. Earlier.

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[conflictresolution]

[He nodded his head to the idea of engineer, finding that kind of ingenuity to be point in the right direction. He could appreciate someone that would take the time with his daughter, even if in his mind that she would figure it out. She was a prodigy, and she had figured out Hextech all on her own.]

Has he shown you some of his inventions and endeavors as well?

[The last thing that he wanted was for her to get hurt again; Ekko wasn't that long ago after all. That this boy was a rebound as far as he was concerned didn't bother him.

He took a long drag from his cigar the skill that he had dreaded hearing. Telepathy. His eyes narrowed for a moment, and he reached out to tap some ash into an ashtray nearby. Smoke trailed from his nostrils and mouth as he spoke.]

I consider that a rather important skill for him to have. Does he ask your permission before listening to your thoughts?

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[opheliac]

Ah... no. He hasn't shown me any of his stuff yet. ( she admits after drowning most of her drink. ) But I'm sure he will eventually! Materials are still a lil' tough to get around here and all that.

( jinx pokes at her potatoes with her fork, knowing she should really eat or she'll regret it so much later. but this conversation is really twisting into something way more serious than she expected. )

I mean, we kinda got an understanding going. I don't really... mind it so much. I kinda like it. ( his daughter finds herself smiling a little warmly once she confesses, reminiscing their silly telepathic converations. ) — It's better than hearing all the other mambo- jambo going on in my head. It's good that he knows what I'm... thinking when I can't put crap into words.

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[conflictresolution]

So, if he hasn't shown you such things, this sounds like a very fresh and new relationship. [And if it was very new, he had to respect Jinx telling him without much delay, and he could see why she thought that he had to sit down to cope with the knowledge that his daughter was growing up and developing.

That was not a life lesson either he nor Vander had actually had to cope with directly. They had both had their lives ended before it could happen. He felt Vander would take it far more gracefully than he ever would; his trusted support network was so limited that the idea of losing it was deeply uncomfortable.

And he'd destroy the boy if Jinx was hurt. That was an unspoken promise.]

An understanding, you say? [A man of red flags sensing so many red flags already in this situation.] So he silences the voices in your head, does he?

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[opheliac]

( feeling just a tad bit better, jinx spears a piece of fish to shove in her mouth, chewing not so brutish this time. )

He can but... I don't let him do it all the time. Just when they get super loud and I can't handle 'em on my own anymore. 'Cause he's more than just some guy who can do mind heebie-jeebie things to me. S-So....

( should she had said that? it's hard to tell, but maybe it was needed just in case there were any doubts of her being with him simply because he has such an outstanding ability. )

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[conflictresolution]

[He watched her eat, nodding his head slightly. He took another drag from his cigar, listening carefully to her choice of words but also her body language from across the table.]

You have never been one to dedicate yourself to someone with only one talent, no. I hope you will be careful.

[And he would also be careful on her behalf, and even if things went the same way as the last boy, he would always be that safe space for her to return to.]

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[opheliac]

I don't need to be careful.

( those words slip out way quicker than she wanted it to. and jinx winces on the inside over it too. but she picks up the sentence again to elaborate further before this heads down south. )

I trust him, so there's nothing to worry about or be careful about.

( with a light shrug of her shoulder, the smile beams back on her face -- only this time showing rather fondness when she goes on a little more about quentin. )

Yeah, he can be a dummy and a lil' full of himself. But... who doesn't like confidence?

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[conflictresolution]

Hmmm.

[Silco had been burned too many times in the past to trust anyone in a short period of time. He knew that Jinx was a freer soul in a sense, but she had been through a lot like most of those who had grown up in Zaun. She was damaged like the rest of them, but her recklessness had nearly gotten her killed in the past.

That was something he regretted. He had pushed her back then; now it was his turn to be the caution she wouldn't be normally.]

Be careful anyway. For me.

[He leaned back in his chair, setting his cigar into the groove of the astray.]

I will destroy him if he hurts you, Jinx.

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[opheliac]

( the urge to roll her eyes is very strong, but she refrains. it's such a dad thing to do to tell their child to still be careful when there's nothing happening. but all the while, it is a bit endearing that silco cares so much for her. it's something she'll never get tired of despite it being annoying sometimes. )

Okay, fiiiiiine. I'll be careful. For you.

( wow, why was she so nervous telling him about quentin in the first place? this conversation seems to be going better than she expected. ... until he tosses out his usual threat. )

C'mon, Silco. You don't have to do that. ( she reassures him. ) — He's been pretty nice to me and he's a lotta fun. If he hurts me, it won't be serious. Ya know, like, stepping on my hair on accident or drinking outta my glass when he thought it was his. That kinda thing.

( hunching over to shove more food into her mouth, she wings her legs underneath the table rather merrily. )

I still gotta tell Vi about him too. But I so want the both of you to meet him sometime.

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[conflictresolution]

[He knew that she wouldn't be careful. She was a teenager - and a smart one at that - and she had found something new and shiny to latch onto. When he was eighteen, he wouldn't have listened to a concerned parental adult in his life either, not when there was something that he wanted and he was all swollen with his own self-importance and sense of immortality.

There was a life lesson in there that could come with a full-on speech, but he'd save that for now. He'd wait until he'd met the boy and made his own shrewd assessment.]

No, I don't have to, but I want to. [He snorted, bemused by her blindness at how the young male mind worked.] You've been dating him how long? I don't think you have a proper assessment of how nice or not nice he is. Believe me, boys need a foot on the back on their neck. [And he fully planned on being that foot.

He grunted at the mention of Vi. He expected a supportive sister jumping all in as well, then Vi would be the first to throw a punch when something went wrong. That was her only tactic, and she wasn't even particularly good at it.]

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[opheliac]

( her expression sours just a touch and she flashes her father a quick look before turning it back to her meal. she isn't going to shout at him or give him a full attitude, but her tone is rather strong and a little on the defense side. )

Four days and I think I know how to watch out for people.

( jinx should leave it at that, but the need to backtalk is dancing on her tongue and it's almost impossible to swallow down. )

You didn't send me out to do stakeouts on the Topsiders for nothing.