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[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?

[It's not normal for people to be able to sneak up on her. Especially when the woods are her type of terrain. But with her incessant scrapping and cutting, Dara fails to notice her onlooker until he speaks.

The god's upperhalf surges upwards and twists immediately towards the voice, eyes wide with fury rather than embarrassment for being caught in her current state. The newly sprouted hair rises into the air as well, too similar to that of a defensive display by a hooded cobra. If he was a certain zoologist, it would've taken a second to have eviscerated him on the spot with her nails becoming spiked like daggers. But since Silco isn't him ~~and hopefully not carrying clown stds~~, the murderous aura dissipates.

Dara lowers back down to settle along the shore with a grumpy huff. She may have been trying to appear more human in recent months, but right now she could care less about being in her normal form and completely undressed. Thank her hair + scales for being perfect sensor bars.]

It's not. I just discovered that I touched something particularly revolting.

[Another grumpy huff as she crosses a set of arms across her chest.]

You here about a curse?

[Her reaction was deserved of course, and Silco held up his hands in a show of peace and a lack of weapon. He was not well known for fighting, so the chances that he could or would consider attacking her were slim at best. After all, Dara seemed to be the closest being to Janna in terms of scope and ability, so he would admit a certain curiosity towards her. He also wasn't so stupid as to mess with someone claiming to be a cursed god when they owed him a favour in his very near future.

He approached the water further, unaffected by the state of her bathing either. This was all very common and the less people were ashamed of their own physicality, the better for everyone involved. When he was close enough, he eased himself to sit on a large bolder and folded his hands together in front of him as he looked around her little sanctuary.]

Did you? So a fierce and complete body exfoliation is necessary? What is this revolting 'thing' and should we be concerned?

[He shook his head. The curse would wait for much later.]

Hardly. I was passing by and saw blood and hair in the water and expected to find quite the murder scene. Imagine my surprise when you are very much alive and well, so I came to check in on you.

Second-hand clown exposure.

[Her lip curls up with profound disgust. She's not even kidding. Sure, she may have Gogol's soul under her thumb and ready to torment him whenever she deems necessary, but the idea that she unknowingly "interacted" with someone close to him-- gross. Barf. Gogol can suffer the nausea for her, thanks.]

If I don't do this, I won't be able to calm down. Not that I would mind ripping both their arms off or breaking every bone in their hands or smashing their jaws-- [An irritated sound rumbles in the back of her throat before one set of arms goes back to scrubbing her neck and stomach.]

It's my problem to deal with, and I have plenty of methods to make their lives hell without actually killing them.

[Does she care that she's bitching to silco when they're not even close? Nope. He doesn't seem like the kind of person to actively stop her anyways. At least she's getting out some steam, and the scrubbing does, in fact, seem to help calm her down a tad. A different hand scratches her cheek almost sheepishly while glancing off to the side.]

...Thanks, I guess? For checking in on me. I can't really feel pain, but seeing all that would be pretty concerning...

Ah, you mean the lover declaration post on the network. I can see how it would be bothersome that someone who spread your organs around town has any good will.

[He had played his part where he could in returning her organs; he might not believe in gods themselves for the most part, but he had seen Dara perform acts that were beyond even simple 'magic' from where he was from. He knew better than to purposefully piss of someone claiming to be a god, and he wasn't above putting himself in their favour to investigate them further.]

It does surprise me you don't have him locked in a cellar somewhere and peeling his skin off on the daily for that incident. I suppose this place makes such actions boring after a time.

[He was perfectly fine with her venting in his direction. He cared very little to be invested in this spat, though he was currently trying to decide how beneficial it would be the nudge one or the other down the path of mutual if temporary destruction. He supposed it would be best if he had that curse granted first. All in good time.

He eased back on his hard seat, resting his hands on the bolder as he continued to observe her without judgment.]

If you have methods to calm down, it's reasonable to assume that you feel emotional pain and trauma. However you deal with that is for you to decide and I will not judge.

[She has no commentary to give on the whole emotional pain part. It's obvious enough for him to comment on it, so is there really anything more to say? Granted, she would definitely blame it all on Chiyo, but she'd rather not potentially jinx the shrine's caretaker to appear by uttering her name.

Aside from the sounds of the exfoliation process, Dara remains quiet for a moment. She had been treating Gogol too well, hadn't she? Going so far as to not immediately giving away the existence of their contract. The network post of them "making up" certainly left out a lot of information...]

Oh, I already imprisoned and tortured him. Physical harm didn't feel like enough, so I did something equivalent to what he put me through. Now I have control of his soul.

[Her voice is dead serious while looking straight at Silco.]

Still don't like him, but at least I made it quite clear that I'm not playing around.

Do you? Apparently he is still making connections, but I suppose that's good for you in the long run.

[He wondered if she intended on letting that little fling cultivate, though likely the pair of them couldn't muster an emotional connection deep enough to fill a cigarette filter. Still, one had to have connection to appreciate them being taken away or threatened. Fear was part of any good revenge tale, and why not? Dara was probably in no hurry as long as this place persisted.

He reached up and stroked his fingers down the scarred side of his face, considering as he watched her ongoing routine as if it were a perfectly normal activity.]

What is it that you are capable of with a soul? [Colour him very interested. He wondered what it would cost him for her to snatch another pesky one...]

[Gogol & Sha-Ming having a blossoming relationship so that she could set fire to it all later? Honestly, not something Dara would think of, but heck, she'll let him run with that notion without correcting him!

...Well, technically she did verbalize a plan to order Gogol to murder Sha-Ming repeatedly for months on end. So Silco isn't that far off.]

Complete control.

[The god's six arms continue to stay active in their cleaning, but controlling them all at once doesn't seem to distract her from the conversation or tracking the motion of his fingers against his face. It reminds her of her own scars beyond the slashes in her cheeks, simply hidden by divine regeneration.]

There are a few limitations as to what I can do, but hardly enough to get in my way. It has its advantages and disadvantages compared to straight up eating the soul.

[Wasn't that just a wonderful notion? Still, he would be paying closer attention to those two idiots now aside from keeping track of some of their conversations. It would be an interesting show when they eventually self-destructed with or without Dara's assistance, and it was about time someone else in this place received that kind of drama beyond those from his world.]

So he's your puppet. That's nothing to be scoffed at.

[As a normal human with nothing extraordinary about him, he could imagine what such control would be like but it wasn't in the cards for him. He didn't care; he had his own down-to-earth methods. Still, it was a fun momentary fantasy.]

It's a wonder you haven't simply taken over now that the Council is absent and their control on us is so limited.

[That last bit has Dara halting all movement. To her, it feels out of nowhere until she considers who is talking. Is this how businessmen think? Just aim for the top? The notion of becoming actively involved in many people's lives makes her squeamish. Too much of a hassle! Although she probably shouldn't judge given that gods don't necessarily have material needs.

...But she sure is judging behind that slightly perplexed look thrown at Silco.]

Sounds like a giant waste of time. What do you think I'd gain from something like that?

[Okay, maybe the god is a little curious about how he views her. The whole "complete control" bit may have skewed things.]

[He made note of her pause, tilting his head a little as he tried to read her body language to understand the change. Perhaps as a being of extraordinary abilities - and suffering - didn't trifle quite so much with the struggle of power and control. He had spent far too long of his life struggling for existence that his world view was that power was to be used for control, for a life-goal. Of course, he was in the twilight of his life as well, so that changed some of the urgency of his own goals.

He had also spent years of his life being judged for his opinions and drive forward, and he had long ago learned to ignore it.]

Control. We're play things here, pushed around and nudged in this direction and that. If this place fails, we either go home or cease to be or perhaps transition to something worse.

[ she opens her eyes again, but only half-lidded, and she delicately releases her clasp on her father's grip as she drops her head against his chest. his daughter knows his words are true, and she should really have more faith that his lover won't just elbow her in the stomach and have her on the background.

but the green-eyed monster and her anxiety continues to cloud her vision, and it's hard to contain it when she feels she lost this exact battle with her sister. ]

... Because we made an alliance. It was two against one at the voting. — And I want to make my people happy and give them what they want. They deserve it, ya know? ... I want to give them everything.

[An alliance, hmm? Silco considered that for a moment as Jinx settled in against his chest, mind working over the possibilities. A vote could be of value in certain circumstances, and if the boy was involved, there would need to be a sense of fairness. Order within the chaos as it were.

Perhaps her revolution would go places. Perhaps not. It depended on the Chosen and their own perceptions of loyalty and agendas.

And yet...]

Who is your third? [She hadn't spoken of another in the mix of the revolution.]

[ 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's hard to distinguish what the two men are thinking behind their stone masks, but one steps forward as the secondary stood behind and guarded for safety sake. ]

We are here on official business, Sir. Just a moment of your time and we will be on our way.

[ maybe if they established that they are not here for him would lower any high hostility. but the man is fully prepared for silco to not corporate, typical of a zaunite, always wanting to do things the hard way than the easy way. ]

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Fanny.

[ — although, the moment the nickname slips pass her lips, jinx realizes that it probably won't be of any help to silco on who she is referring to. ]

Er, Fandaniel. You met him yet? He talks super funny, and I don't get what he says half of the time. Fancy babbling makes my ears bleed.

Official, you say? Well, how could I resist the temptation to aid my oppressors? What is it?

[He understood the value of information over obstinance. He hadn't seen enforcers in Aldrip before, so this had to be either someone playing some kind of trick, this place's malfunction getting worse or an element he hadn't discovered yet. They had to have a reason.

He could react like a typical Zaunite once he knew what he was dealing with. However, Silco was never one to deny an opportunity.]

[He recognized the full name once it was provided, and yes, he had met that one. He could understand Jinx's reference to strange manner of speaking because it was a unique mannerism. He found it interesting that the newcomer had allied so quickly with Jinx.

He would have to look into the man closer. An alliance of three over two was unexpected, and yet, he could see Jinx still being the face.]

I've had a conversation with him, yes. He sees purpose and productivity in your cause?

[ with that, the enforcer in front cranks his neck to his partner to give him the signal to pace next to him. the secondary man does so while opening a folder that seems to be stacked with papers inside. he hands it over to his associate, by which he extends out the flyer for silco to hold and view. ]

We are looking for this Zaunite. We have a warrant for her arrest for several crimes she has committed Topside. It's been said she is also responsible for the terrorist attack. We've been told she frequently visits this district, bars and arcades mostly. Does she look familiar to you? Or do you know who she associates herself with?

[Silco was very used to the usual tactics and behaviors of the enforcer squad when it came to those born in the undercity. He was unimpressed then and remained that way now.

However, he obliged to take the flyer and regarded the image of his daughter. Of course they would pick an unflattering photo. He held it close to read the crimes then held it further away before rolling up the flyer and offering it back.]

I wouldn't tell you her location even if I knew. However, I do know how much it would cost to make you and your partner disappear without a trace, and I am more than willing to pay that bill.

[ the man takes back the flyer, except it's unfortunate that he (and his partner) can not reveal their brows furrowing in dissatisfaction. the partner's body stiffens, but the leader lifts a slight hand for him to stand down, and to not act hastily to other's words. ]

Giving us information will be beneficial to you. She is wanted alive if that helps any, and there is a reward for anyone who can give us any leads or a tip.

[Silco considered the limited options that didn't involve outright removal - which was perfectly fine by him - as the enforcers set themselves up to appeal to his better nature. If there was actually Piltover and he needed access to those markets, he might consider trying to buy them.

He would not hand over Jinx, which made him consider eliminating this threat before Jinx inevitability did.]

Would it now? I see nothing beneficial to being a scab. Least of all to my own flesh and blood. [He made a point of looking at his own fingernails.]

Mmhm...

[ she hums her response, suddenly her mind seeping in a sluggish state where words are hard to come by. it something that tends to happen to her a lot during her mental splits. she gets worked up, the cogs in her mind get stick and jammed, the fumes overheat due to frantically wanting to spin correct way again, until finally... things paces back to normal.

it's an exhausting process, and she loathes the reality of how long it can take for her to be a-okay again. but at least she's in her father's arm as she recharges, not with someone who doesn't understand the way her brain works. ]

He thinks I can do it...

[ his daughter mutters as her index draws invisible circles and designs over his attire. ]

[He was in no rush to get her up and moving, aware of the taxing mental energies that overcame her at times. It had been quite awhile since she had endured a swing mood with him like this, and he would prefer that she rest and recover when he was nearby to be certain she was alright.]

He isn't the only one, you know. Whatever it takes for you to believe in yourself.

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