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This place does tend to drive people into a blood thirsty mood regularly. Of course, it could also simply be their personalities or motivations.

[The only reason he wasn't laying waste to this place was because he needed the other Chosen to not return fire on him. His strength had never been combat, least of all as he had grown older. Most of the Chosen had fantastical abilities well beyond what he could be capable of.]

And who determines if a person deserves it?

Me, duh! If something big happens, they have to come to me, explain what happened and I hear all sides. Then from there, I'll decide if the culprit deserves punishment.

[ despite silco is unable to see her in the darkness of the rafters, she shrugs a shoulder while exhaling out a small yawn. ]

Doesn't have to be death, punishment could be something else. Like... I dunno, scrubbing mud off of walls or whatever.

So you plan on instilling your own laws in this place once you've taken over. You should consider what sort of action receives what type of punishment.

[He didn't care that much; he was of the opinion that most of the people here wouldn't take well to most punishments regardless of who they came from. This place simply enjoyed bringing people who bucked at laws.]

Death could be a worthless punishment anyway.

Just one or two. [ too many laws would result to this place mimicking piltover, and she would rather bash her head against the wall to fall in their shoes. but thinking of topside strangely has her mind drifting off to another matter that she should probably mention.

and jinx says it so fast that she hopes her father will just go along with it, and replies with his "hmm"s and nothing else. after all, he is jotting away underneath her.... ]

AlsoEkkosaidhewon'tmesswithyouifyoudon'tmesswithhim. SoIguessthat'sthat.

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Appropriate. [There were laws surrounding respect but they were not formal and changed with people's moods. Zaun was ruled by the strong, and he expected the same would hold true here. He was interested to see which laws she thought were the most important to enforce here.] Be certain that the populous is well informed or you may have problems.

[His pen continued over the paper, but it paused at the jumbled mess of strung together words that he expected was supposed to be a sentence. He leaned back in his chair and looked to the ceiling where she was resting.]

I beg your pardon?

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Yep, great talk, good night!!

[ now if only she could get away that easily, but even she knows silco won't let her accept that lying down. he is definitely going to make her repeat it, and once again, she curses herself for inability to just lie. ]

Jinx.

[His tone immediately hardened at her deflection. That was clearly a subject that required a discussion if she was doing the child-like, speak-really-fast-to-get-her-way sort. He had faced this tactic before, and he knew trouble on the horizon immediately because of it.

He even set his pen down on the book, pushing his chair away from the desk so that he could stand and make it clear that he would not be distracted and unlikely to be deterred from finding out the nature of her rambling quick speak.]

Repeat that at normal speed and annunciation.

[ she scrunches her face up into a wince. and obediently, she repeats what she said with a drawl in her tone. maybe if she drags it out, this next topic will go by very smoothly. ]

I... spoke with Ekko. About the threatening you. Stuff. He said he'll leave you alone, if you do.

[Ah, that's what he thought it might have been about. Of course she was working hard to manufacture as many truces as possible with those she cared about, but this wasn't between her and Ekko. This was between him and Ekko, though he was amused the boy wasn't man enough to propose the idea himself but hid behind his daughter.

So much for not being intimidated by him. Or perhaps the boy knew a second conversation was ill-advised. Either way, what little respect he had for the boy was rapidly decreasing. He appreciated people with pluck, but this? What a sham.

He tapped his fingers together where they were held behind his back as he considered.]

No, I don't think I will.

[It was as simple as that.]

[ upon hearing that, she exhales out a very toddler whine and even cries out his name is an extremely childlike behavior that she is way too old for: ]

Uuuuughhhh, Siiiillcooooooooooo...! C'moooooooon...! — Why are you doing this to me?!

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[He glanced up to where his daughter was experiencing a regression in the rafters, but he was unmoved by the display. It wasn't unusual for her to take it personally.]

I am not doing anything to you.

Yes, you are! [ he can't see her in the darkness in the rafters, but she is peering down at him from her hammock, frowning and huffing out frustration through her nostrils. ] — You and Vi are leaving each other alone, what makes Ekko so different, huh?!

It's not like he can really do anything! Not without his gang, and besides, he's a part of my gang now. So he has to do what I say...! [ a beat.] As long as I don't talk about whacking someone or something.

Your sister requested the truce herself, not through someone else. I would prefer you be with someone with a stiffened spine than an individual who needs you to negotiate his deals with me.

[The truce with the sister benefitted him more than it benefitted her. He also wasn't looking for another run in where she might decide to have another crack at killing him to see if it would stick this time. That situation was far different in so many ways which he had no interest in discussing at length with his daughter. He also didn't feel she was interested.]

Oh, he is fully capable of doing plenty. My resources are stationary, easily targeted and without the same network benefits as back in Zaun. He's already doing considerable antics with his mouth against your ear. [Among other parts of his body against her own.]

Noooooow, hold on there, Pops! — Are you implying he has something over me? I told you I was gonna hurt him for threatening you, and I did what I said. You're freaking welcome.

[ she flops back onto her hammock and purposely rocks herself to get a little breeze in. ]

First, you didn't like Quentin, and now you don't like Ekko. Which I really don't get because out of the two boys, one was my boyfriend and the other isn't! Not by a long shot.

Are you saying that he doesn't hold anything over you? Your affections? Your collaboration? I could care less how or when you hurt him.

[He knew his daughter well enough to understand that it was probably the kind of hurting that people did for a good time anyway. Even if it wasn't, he didn't care. Certainly, it was good she kept her word, but he saw little value in deciding to hurt her apparent chosen partner in the first place.]

In case you haven't taken notice, I have never expressed liking for the boy. He and his people have caused numerous disruptions, and he nearly had you killed.

[He was of the opinion she was aiming too low, but that was just him. Maybe Richard was onto something with the arranged marriage thing. It could be beneficial, except she'd be home in a day or two dragging that dead body and covered in blood.]

I know you don't like him. [ she groans, still swaying delicately on her perch and idly poking one of her chomper's little nubs with her fingertip.] — But I give a little affection to everyone. I have to if I'm going to be in charge here.

I can't just be shallow all the time. Just sometimes.

So you're going polyamory now? [He knew that wasn't what she meant or at least he thought he knew that she didn't meant that. It was hard to tell as Jinx could just go with the wind sometimes, but she was also possessive and jealous so he expected that would never work for her.] Is that so? How much affection do you see my showing to my subordinates?

[He finally shifted where he stood to return back to his seat. He picked up his pen and began to scribble further notes.]

I see. Self awareness is important so people can't disrupt you.

Wha—No?

[ why in the world would he think she would do that?! not that she believes there's anything wrong with it, personally. if people wish to have multiple lovers, that's their business. but she's a one-person kind of girl. jinx scoffs again as she clarifies, feeling she doesn't need to, though.]

None, but you're nice to them, right? So I'm nice to mine.

Giving affection to everyone might lead to that impression.

[She didn't have the temperament for polyamory. Neither did he. Of course, it had been a very long time since he had engaged in any manner of relationship, but he knew he could barely trust one person let alone many with such matters.]

Nice may be a strong word. I provide them the resources they want as long as they do the job I have them for.

Nooooooooo ♪. It means I give just a tiny ounce of crap. Which you need to in order to be a leader. — C'mon, we're on the same brain with this.

[ are they? she certainly hopes so. jinx flicks a chomper bomb to have it jiggle above her, before she states: ]

.... So, I've forgotten what we were arguing about. What was the point of this again?

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I care about the cause; the people in it come with the territory of similar cause. I don't have to like them for them to be effective.

[He had to give something to get something, of course. Loyalty had to be managed with expectations, fear and rewards.

He glanced up and shrugged his shoulders.]

We were avoiding the subject of the boy by prattling on other subjects.

Oh.

[ her voice drops an octave, and her mood continues to sour. although it doesn't linger for too long as she nuzzles further into her electronic blanket. it's hard to stay angry when one is so cozy. ]

How about we strike a deal? You like those, don't ya? You lay off Ekko, and I'll....do something that you want!

[He wasn't that interested in a deal when it came to the boy. He had considerable to think about regarding how he was going to handle the situation and what he wanted to do about it. He had to tread carefully after all.

He paused his pen again, not interested in her cajoling him towards a deal, but he was willing to listen.]

That seems like a poor deal. It's too open ended on both sides. I suggest you revise the terms.

It's not open-ended, because you know I won't do just anything you want me to do.

[ she yawns gently while shutting her eyes one more time. the drowsiness is creeping up to her, but not too strongly that she can't continue on with the conversation. if anything, it'll help her lull her mind and keep her temper at bay. ]

You haven't set the terms, Jinx. What does 'leaving him alone' mean? No contact completely, no verbal contact, no physical contact? [He had once waxed and waned in his normal diatribe lessons before, but she probably hadn't been paying attention.] And what if we find ourselves in a situation where I want you to do something and you refuse? The deal is over or renegotiated? What are his terms?

[He didn't feel like a deal was going to work, and he was going to dig in that it wasn't made by the boy himself. This wasn't between him and Jinx after all, so he had little interest in not pushing the boy.]

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