conflictresolution

do raptor scratches count? i look like they clawed the heck out of me.

Edited 2023-09-20 04:19 (UTC)

You should come home and we'll clean you up.

im on my way. just. slow. i feel like im going to die. im so tired.

[Hmmm. He suspected he knew what that was about.]

Where can I meet you then?

do u know where the flower shop is? im going to sit at their steps to take a break. i have things w me.

I do. I will walk to retrieve you within ten minutes. What things?

[Keep her typing while he slipped into his coat again and headed out.]

pow pow. and a hoverboard.

( she won't say whose hoverboard it belongs to. but once he sees it for himself (if her saying so doesn't give it away already), he can take a wild guess. )

You're taking the boy leaving rather hard. Is there something we need to discuss?

[Silco knows. It doesn't need to be explained to him for assumptions to be made.]

i just wanted more of his stuff.

( half... truth. without ekko does mean less of his gadgets to snag for her own. or... borrow. or maybe share. not that she was thinking about sharing anything with him. but if the very rare chance they did decide to... share, maybe. )

Are you going to learn to ride a hoverboard now?

learned how weeks ago. he... taught me. sorta.

Ah. Clearly he developed a soft spot for you as soon as he arrived.

[Judging.]

( reading over that has her heart fluttering and jumping slightly out of her chest. it definitely shouldn't because it makes this whole situation even worse. )

u think so?

( and clearly just by her replying to his message that way is giving her some weird twisted hopefulness of the boy savior's true feelings. )

Edited 2023-09-23 15:31 (UTC)

Boys have only a few thoughts on their minds at that age. Perhaps he feels remorse for the bridge.

[Good thing to boy is gone. Silco's knife hadn't tasted blood lately, and it felt like it might be itchy right about now.]

oh. maybe.

( and because she is doing this the text-to-speech way, the charm is picking up her sentences then her redirecting. )

i miss... i mean. it sucks hes gone ha ha! cant mess with him anymore for fun. and steal his stuff. yep. oh well. who cares!!

You miss...?

what?

You know exactly what you started typing.

i also know the human stomach can dissolve razor blades. but whose really keeping up w anything im saying? scrambled egg brain over here!

I am. And I have no issue calling your motivations to question. Razorblades also have a habit of cutting up a person's insides long before they are dissolved.

( reading his words has her wincing, as if she can pull fast one on her father -- especially when her father is silco of all people. there's at least a few seconds to a minute of silence when another text arrives. )

if u want to question my motivations, can we... do that when we're home? not while im out here.

Edited 2023-09-27 22:26 (UTC)

As you wish. I am nearly to your location.

[He had been walking the whole time, of course. He was someone who multitasked when he needed to, and Jinx often was the kind of person that required him to have many irons in the fire all at once. Walking and texting was hardly strenuous.]

( since her father is nearby, she didn't think she needed to say anything further. so the girl quietly sits on the step, a finger brushing along the hoverboard which could be mistaken maybe she is inspecting it -- and it might be half truth. when silco finally sees her in his viewing, her appearance is... well, terrible.

her hair while in braids like usual, strands are sticking out everywhere and some loops are coming undone. her complexion is horrid too, way paler than she normally is and glistening from her sweat. jinx wasn't kidding when she said she felt death is knocking on her door because she definitely looks the part. lifting up her head when she hears her father's footsteps, jinx forces herself to stand -- wincing over the soreness of her muscles and the claw marks she put upon herself. )

[He moved better than he should, mostly because his wounds were at a point that he could generally ignore the itch of them. He no longer had to wear as much bulk to the bandages, which allowed him to move far more smoothly and slip through the shadows. Of course, when he was seeking out Jinx, he walked with confidence as if daring someone to make an issue with him or his daughter.

And Jinx was... well, expected. She appeared paler than usual and her hair was a mess. Those were all signs that she had been through a significant experience that had not been kind to her mental state. The maze had not been kind to any of them, but he made certain to hide his own ill-feelings about it in order to approach his daughter instead.

He walked over to where Jinx was standing and examined her disheveled appearance with a keen eye before he touched the raised welts of her nails.]

You need treatment. Careful and measured.

[He meant Shimmer, but there was something soft to his tone. If she wanted to talk about what happened, he would listen. However, his priority was to whisk her back to their home.]

Gather your things. We're leaving.

( it's strange really. the closer silco is to her, the more her body has the urge to just collapse in front of him. jinx had been behaving tough and brave which felt like weeks now. and what she would give to just to be home, lie on the couch to either cry everything out or just sleep even more from exhaustion. but she can't do that now -- the locals are still lingering where they are and she needs to continue to appear strong. if the two of them were to either rule this city or the next over, she can't express any weakness. and while her stance is showing strength, the look on her face is the opposite. she's tired, she feels broken, ripped apart, and... small.

blinking away the tears that's forming suddenly at her eyes, she nods to him and collects both pow-pow and ekko's hoverboard. his daughter once again whimpers quietly in pain, but she fights through it -- somewhat waddling when she walks. her legs are damaged the most when it comes to markings, stumbling in her footing here and there due to the numbness she's getting. but... look tough, she tells herself. pretend the waddle and the stumbling is just... part of how she moves. after all, people already think she's a loon or an oddball. so why not play up the part? )

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