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

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[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.

Edited 2024-03-02 03:37 (UTC)

[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.

[The fingers curl tighter, pulling harder on the short hair strands. Then, loosens his grip, allowing the man to move and pull back -- but only to use it as a chance to slam the man's cheek back on the table's surface. He really is pummeling it down that he is A Bitch.]

You know nothing of me.

[He scoffs, taking a step back from the man. To be fair, Silco had hit right on the nail. Akechi was not better than any of them. He was good at playing the games with the others. Making them believe in the pristine illusion with the charming smiles, learned mannerism and knowledge he hammered into his head by staying up all nights, going through any book he could find just so that he could be prepared for any possible question. Such desperate measures, but it had paid off.

Though, once looked past the shiny cover one will see quickly what he truly is. A little piece of shit, a bastard son who's existence was nothing but a scandal. He's someone who was supposed to disappear between the cracks of the system, never to be heard or seen. And he would have. If it wasn't for his ultimate weapon: The Will of Rebellion.

It's time to let Silco see what he's really up against if he decides to cross him.

Akechi brings his left hand over his face, the palm pressing against his forehead as the ruthless red eyes looked down at the man.]

To me, Loki. [He grunts and then, a shadow covers his face like a mask and there is a vivid red aura surrounding him, swirling around his body like flames. Then a big figure manifests behind him. A body of angles covered in dazzle camouflage, inviting all eyes on him. But the more he is looked the more distorted he seems. Horns for eyes, an ugly red grin sewn to shut, silently laughing down at the mortals beneath him as he sits on top of the blade.]

If you'll do even as much as think of going against me. I will crush you. [Akechi growls, sounding animalistic as the words slip past his lips.] I'll destroy you. Tear your limbs off one by one. Carve the skull out of your head.. I'll drive you into the madness you can't begin fathom.

Edited (lmao how could i not notice that typo) 2024-03-12 17:36 (UTC)

Don't I? You share the same traits of many of those I know.

[He cautiously lifted his head from where it had been smashed to his desk, only to have it smashed back where it had been. He made a soft grunt as his cheek met with the flat hard surface for a second time, and his knife remained posed to strike a vital vein or artery. His fingers flexed around the hilt of the knife, unwilling to release it knowing that this situation could very well end with his death.

Jinx would handle things if that would be the case.

His blue eyes stared balefully at Akechi, and that eye narrowed at the change in the air and the scene above him. A tendril of fear slithered through him at the strange figure, having never seen something like that before in his life. What was it exactly? He had no idea, but it seemed like some kind of magic. History had taught him the potential devastation of magic but also that it could free them all too. This entity was dangerous to be certain.

Yet, he knew better than to quake. He didn't master his fear, but he didn't let it control him. He had lived a life of being continually threatened with maiming or death. This was all nothing that unusual even if the ability to summon... whatever that was happened to be different.]

Is that so? Will it be in that order? [He hissed with a sort of amusement.] Because carving out my skull from the flesh surrounding it and driving me to madness perhaps should be in reverse order.

[Well. At least Loki, the entity, isn't fully corporeal -- appearing more like a hologram than flesh. Which, honestly, is good for both of them. They do not need to have the office to be destroyed by manifestation of Akechi's own fucked up soul. But that doesn't make him any less smug. The ugly red grin widens, pulling on the stitches and making the mouth look more like a macabre wound. Providing the mute commentary on the situation to which he's been summoned into.

Seems like Loki found Silco's attitude amusing enough. Unlike Akechi, who's allowing his own Persona's influence of madness seep into his core. His body is growing hot with the adrenaline pumping into his blood, the red eyes shining like madman's as he glares into to Silco's mismatched pair. It'd be so tempting to let go, pull the metaphorical trigger and cleave the man in half.

But wait no-- that's not what he's here for, right? He can't lose focus.]

Shut up, you worthless piece of shit. You have no idea of the hell I'll put you through! [He snaps back at him, feeling immediate frustration at himself for not being able to match the coolness and stability in Silco's demeanor. Holding back an aggravated reaction, he bites his teeth together and lowers his hand back to his side and---

Everything goes back to normal. The demon, the red flames, the heavy air in the room. All just disappear like they were never there to begin with. As for Akechi? Well, yeah. He still has some of that crazy in his eyes when he raises his gaze to meet Silco's again.]

Do we understand each other?

[Silco stared right back, reasonably deducting that if Akechi or the manifestation was here to kill him, they would proceed with it whether he protested or not. He was not a man who begged for his life; he'd stop doing that when he was five years old and the answer was always the same. Besides, as much as he was frightened to the manifestation and its horrifying appearance, his focus shifted more to Akechi.

It wasn't surprising the see the boy for what he really was. It was exactly as Silco had guessed in the first place, and there were so many little cracks in the puffed up egotistical façade of confidence. There was nothing but a sad, rejected little man who used power to curb the itch of insignificance. Add a touch a madness and he was staring at the fruits of such labors.

He released a slow breath from his nose as he mastered himself, and he was sliding back into his element as Akechi clearly was losing control. He would take it back, thank you very much.]

Oh, don't I? Unfortunate for you that I have a vivid imagination for suffering. [And as the world seemed to move to rightness again, he shrugged his shoulders and dug the knife tip to Akechi's thigh pointedly.] Oh yes, we understand each other, boy. Now let me up and get out of my office before you make more of a fool of yourself.

[He removed the knife then as his own version of 'good faith', expecting that this little confrontation was well and done.]

A word of advice: when you threaten someone, leave your baggage at the door.

[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.

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