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Hmmm, Jerry does seem to meddle in many activities in town, which is unfortunate. That stifles progress, but he will be dealt with in time.

Before we meet, an outline of what would be on the agenda?

[His tactic of remaining calm during the ups and downs of any conversation with Jinx normally worked, unless it was him having to take his daughter to task then their personalities switched more often than not. He knew how to defuse him, and she knew how to defuse him. It was an interesting dynamic, but in the end, they both seemed to get what they needed out of it.]

It's a full time job, I've been told. You handle it splendidly.

[Silco sarcasm, though he did appreciate the efforts that she went to in order to prove herself to him. And it helped that he was nudging her along to put her in position to take over his seat of power eventually. Time and experience and tutoring would get her there.]]

Are you actually giving me an ultimatum? [He took a drag from his cigar purposefully, not out of defiance but to remind her that he very much enjoyed smoking. His lungs had survived the mines.]

Ah, a man of efficiency. Our agenda is, for the two former mafiosos of Aldrip to meet each other and see how they can be of use for each other's agenda. I smell crime boss twenty miles away, my dear sir!

Former? [There was a soft sound of amusement.] My dealings are perfectly legal for the moment, but consider me intrigued enough to be willing to take a risk on you, boy.

I'm at the flower shop. I have whiskey.

So were mine, sir.

Ah, so you will not come to Lupin? Interesting. It is a place without an easy escape route, after all! Should I bring any snacks?

I have paperwork that requires attending, and it would be arduous to lug it elsewhere. Besides, do you enjoy the scent of flowers? There were plenty of escape routes here, not that I expect we will have an issue requiring one.

Do as you like food wise.

(with a sake in hand, already opened, and already sipped from, dazai arrives at the flower shop, smiles as per usual. eccentric as he is, drinking so openly could prove the lack of poisoning (or, well, the presence of it if one knows dazai very well) -- he did just admit out loud that they are not that different.

what a man, huh? characteristic. it's not a face he never saw before, it's just one he never conversed with. with his goofy grin, it's easy to set the drink on the table, as well as the portion of boiled crab snacks that he enjoys.)

Ew, mister Silco, nothing I hate more than what you doing-- should I sit further away?

Ha, ha, maybe!!

( with plate in hand, she moves around the table but stops at his side to plant a quick kiss on the temple. the one of the many things she regret doing was showing more affection towards him all those years. )

When I turn around, I better see you eating.

( jinx giggles and she makes her way to the stove to grab seconds like she mentioned. one more plate ought to be enough for her body to hold over until breakfast. a third one would be perfect, but that would mean going out for a night jog and she isn't in the mood to get all dressed for it. )

[So young. That was his first thought when this boy walked into the flower shop where he was sitting on the front counter surrounded by greenery. There was stacks of papers next to his right elbow, pen in hand and a tumbler with a finger of whiskey in it within easy reach. His mismatched eyes lifted to examine the boy upon approach.

He sat back in his chair when Dazai joined him at the table, setting down his pen for the time being. He would entertain this little meeting with respect for the time being.]

It's a necessary evil to properly running any enterprise. You can move the plant off of the stool and sit across from me.

[All smiles this one. He knew people like that in Zaun. They often were some of the most dangerous people to deal with.]

What business endeavors have you be undertaken aside from pushing at the Council?

[As far as he was concerned pleasantries were over. It was time to discuss business already.]

[He made a point of at least knocking ash off of his cigar and setting it into the groove so he could pick up his fork when Jinx walked by on her way to the kitchen again. He turned his head when she kissed his temple, noting her outright physical affection was growing.

It had to be guilt.]

There's no need for unstated threats between us.

[The 'or else' was implied in her statement, playful or otherwise. He did force himself to take a bite in order to satisfy her. Personally, he still found wasting food to ultimate crime.]

( she turns her gaze to silco, looking at the back of his head in light bewilderment -- almost child-like. it's too bad he can't see it, but it's probably for the better. that "powder" enjoys to slither in every so often lately without her realizing. the girl died at least twice but rekindling her relationship with her sister, friends, and now a boyfriend on top of it is making her raise from the well. )

But threats are fun to make. It's how I get what I want.

( and who taught her that, we all wonder? in the future, her doing this will bite her in the ass and will make her friendship with scott very shaky and awkward. )

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[Silco made an soft amused sound at her statement, and it was all too true. He had taught her that, hadn't he? He was pleased even if he was the first to admit that nuance was necessary when employing threats. It also wasn't a way to make or keep friends, which for him was a perfectly acceptable way to live out his life. It would not when he was her age and still finding his way in the world, slipping from a larger man's shadow now and again.]

Indeed, but you need more experience learning how to employ them. Certain people require delicate subtlety and others require outright brute force. The key is giving them every opportunity to give you what you want before employing the threat to maximum effect.

[He finally turned his head to view her in the kitchen.]

You will make mistakes. We all do as we learn to navigate through our interpersonal associates. I will help you wherever I can.

It's a necessary task that I would rather die than doing-- ah, but honestly, dying doesn't sound bad at all!

(he's an odd one from the start. bandages cover his arms, his neck, underneath his clothes. too chipper, too goofy, eyes closed in his good mood and party covered by the curls of his brown hair. he does abide, as if he was allergic to the hard work, going as much as doing the cross sign with his indexes -- the power of slacking compells you, paperwork.)

I'm the owner of Lupin, as you most likely know. The bar in the basement. I also started a law firm with a bright brat, so this is where we can join forces, wouldn't you agree that it'd be truly interesting?

Doesn't it?

[Silco raised the single eyebrow that he still possessed at the insinuation that this was someone who either had a death wish or was one step over the line to wanting to end it all personally. Those types didn't survive long in Zaun; the struggle to survive was strong in his people though most would, at some point fail.]

I have yet to drink at that establishment. [There was an interesting dichotomy between the words and the appearance.] So you run two businesses at present and are looking to add a third. Have we even established the laws of this place, or are you planning on writing them and enforcing them legally in the near future?

Oh, no, thanks, that's not it! So much work, sir, no, thank you! I simply want to use you, you see? You do have plenty, don't you? Eyes everywhere? I could benefit from that, and I'm sure you could benefit from me.

(straightforward is best in this situation. they can sniff, dig, growl, all later. he doesn't believe silco to be a man of too many roundabouts, after all.)

[This was the second person that came at him with such candor, and while it was refreshing, he had to question if he had devolved into such a level as to have no threat presence any longer. Death would do that perhaps? No, he was older now, and physicality had never been his strong suit.]

You wish to use me for your own benefit, is it? And what of equal value do you bring in return, boy?

I should have presented myself better, shouldn't've I? I used to be called the 'Demon Prodigy'. I'm responsible for half the profits of the biggest Mafia from my world for two years straight from the age of fourteen, you see? My brain works as a super computer, and I've won wars against beings and people you could never even fathom. I myself don't care about these things, but it does feel like-- my bare presence and assistance in growing your little business empire could be of great value. I will say, however, that life is no longer attractive to me, but I still have my experience and intelligence to lend. Except... If you're not interested, I can offer it to your competitors, wouldn't that be fun in itself! A little more work that you could definitely spare me from having, talking to so many people...!

[This was real. First Quentin the mega-smart, mega-powered telepath and now Dazai the mega-smart, mega-amazing boy who had no interest in living right on his doorstep. This place was actually now shaping up to be his own personal circle of Hell, wasn't it? It was beginning to feel that way, and he was now going to have to confront how to cope with this ridiculousness.

He reached out and picked up his tumbler of whiskey, giving himself time to mull over the wild claims by taking a slow sip and watching Dazai from across the counter.]

I don't believe we know each other well enough to understand what I can and cannot fathom, boy. It seems to me that you're supposedly so brilliant that life has lost all challenge and meaning, so you couldn't care if it ended. Am I inferring too much about you, boy?

[He set his tumbler back down on the counter.]

And who are my competitors, hmm? Once the owners of these businesses return, I will be handing them off.

[And he would. He'd just be owed debts for his services.]

Oh, no, it has to have had any from the beginning! I'm on the other side of things now, you see? Perhaps I'll see something there! Who knows? Not me, neither you!

(still. he's conversed to many, many people, and the things that he has been told are unfathomable to him -- likewise, his own would be. it's simply the result of coming from different worlds, different experiences. all meshed together in this prison of a place, it's easy math. but hey-- quentin couldn't use his telepathy on dazai even if he tried.)

Ah, that simple? How wonderful of you, thought you enjoyed paperwork. Right now, you have no real competitors, but you do have someone who would sniff anything they arbitrarily thought would be a crime, and you could easily lose all this, couldn't you? You see, my crime is 'womanizing', if you can believe! Since when is that a crime? Lord only knows what they might be accusing the other poor Chosen.

( naturally she stumbles upon one of his lessons again. but unlike her old self, she doesn't mean attending them even if they get a little boring. and as she listens, her half of her attention trickles back to her plate as she stocks up for the second time then heading back to the table. )

So I gotta be extra friendly?

( this is what she is taking out of this and honestly, she had a few chosen who told her the way she would get what she wanted was to just simply ask or be a little nicer. jinx believed that's a whimpy route but... if silco thinks this isn't a coward way then... maybe she could give it a go? his daughter return back in front of him, plate and silverware placed where it was before with her elbows on the table -- ready to chow down again. )

( silco will be receiving a voice recording that appears to be coming under jinx's name as per usual. so it's natural to think it's just a recording of his daughter sending him a message (which is taking quite a bit to be downloaded to him. maybe a two minute wait?). but when he hits the play button or lets the recording play out on his charm, what he hears isn't jinx but a couple of people who are unrecognizable. )

Person a: Duplicity? That's it? There's no way that that girl hasn't done other things.
Person b: Yeah, I think that crime isn't harsh enough. Some of them aren't harsh enough at all! Who--[STATIC NOISES]
Person a: Maybe we can [MORE STATIC NOISES].
Person c: That'd be so much more interesting!!

( and the recording ends there. right after, he will get a text message from jinx. )

this got sent to me. looks like the council finally goofed up!

[He was still waiting for the usual eyerolling and dramatic sighing that he often earned from her when he dived into important life experience. He had been noting that she was doing less of it since he had arrived here, or at least it was more subdued from her common dramatics.]

Extra? Hardly. If you're too obvious about your friendliness with it being out of character, they will know you are up to something. You must remain in your pre-established levels of friendly, veil the threat in that.

[When she had more independence, and he set her loose into Zaun to be part of missions, she had seen less of his own behaviour necessary to keep those in on your payroll or competition.]

We do whatever we must to achieve what we want. Start small, give them motivation and benefits to work with you, then apply pressure and increase the aggression as necessary. Some people will sometimes only respond to stick over treat. [He looked over at her.] And lean into your reputation where you can.

And now that you're here, you're going to make the most of the opportunities. I suppose we all will until the Council or whatever authority brought us all here has shown their hand.

[There were many things in Runeterra that seemed beyond belief, and yet it was all very normal. He expected that was the same with all the other worlds that people had been dragged from. Different worlds and different timelines didn't seem so farfetched here. Still, prison was prison, and resources were finite he expected.]

It's a necessary evil, so if I have to suffer at it, I may as well enjoy it. [He shrugged his shoulders at the investigation into crime.] Hardly. There is very little here to lose so far; Aldrip is proving to be unfriendly to those that washed up. Perhaps there will be better opportunity elsewhere. [And interesting crime based on the little he'd seen on the kid. To each their own.] Racketeering is my crime.

Who sent it to you and who have to shared it with?

i dont know. i was looking through it and it just showed up. not a lot of people.

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