[If Akechi's bothered by Silco's disinterest towards him, he doesn't show it. Instead he just keeps smiling at him, wolfish gleam glimmering behind his seemingly polite smile. Heck, he almost feels giddy inside. Something he hasn't in a good while. There's nothing quite like murderous high.]
But of course. I am working with some of them. [He nods and reaches to pull out a chair for himself to sit down. seemingly ignoring that little jab from Silco.] I'll skip the drink, thank you. But feel free to have some yourself.
I would like to know about your experiences with the Council. As far as I know your daughter had unpleasant encounter with their errand boy, Jerry. I was wondering if you had more information about that or if they have reached out to you after that.
[He had played this game long enough to know what it might lead to, and he might almost dare this one to get one with it if only for the fact that Aldrip would probably be leveled by Jinx in his name. What a way to honour one's father, right? It would show the Council not to mess with them either, or so he liked to think. Council was stubborn though and their righteousness on the subject of justice was idiotic at best.]
A group effort then. Kirimann is very talented for investigative work. [He was, of course, testing the waters on how much she would have told about him in the first place. There was also the sister, who was problematic on so many levels he would pay to have her strung up in a basement for years.]
As far as you know? You haven't spoken directly with her? She would be the one to give a good first hand account of her interaction with Jerry and the Council thereafter. [One of the few people he bothered to use a name for outright.] I'm her father, not her jailer on behalf of the Council.
Of course. But I am not here to talk about Miss Kirimann. [Akechi had been talking with Caitlyn a quite lot, thank you very much, but he's not going to let Silco distract him from the topic.] I did not expect you to be. I was merely curious whether they had contacted either of you after your initial encounter.
Why not? She's quite the interesting source of information, and I am well aware of what she would say about me and my affairs. [He had no doubt that the sister and Kirimann had been very open about their dealings with him, which had had decided to shrug off as little more than an inconvenience to him.]
They hardly requested a survey of their conduct, no. Their only contact was sentencing me a few weeks after.
Because I find you far more interesting. [And at that he finally pulls out the chair for himself and sits down to face Silco. He leans in forward and places his elbows on the table, resting his chin against his hands.
Oh uh, there's it again the gleeful grin as if he was just dying to reveal a secret..]
How interesting. One would think they'd keep better eye on the their city than that. Especially considering how dangerous you can be, Mr. Silco.
Do you? That's not a sentiment I experience often since coming here. [He eased back into his chair after Akechi had seated himself, finally giving younger man some of his attention. He picked up the tumbler off to the side and took a sip from it, noting the grin.
He settled himself in though, willing to have a conversation and not have it come to violence. Time would tell.]
Why would they need to? By all we know, they have constant surveillance on all of us. [He snorted softly at the bluntness.] I'm a businessman.
[An airy laughter escapes from Akechi's lips and he shakes his head briefly before leaning on further. His sharp gaze is focusing on studying Silco's facial features, eyes pinning him down like an insect under a magnifying glass.]
And we both know that the businessmen are the ones you need to watch out for. [After all, power came in many various forms. While Akechi enjoyed the thrill that raw power brought him. The ability to bring down the mightiest ones out there, strip them down and reveal their ugliness down to the bone. Crushing them into nothing. But at the same time, he knew very well that intellect and influence brought whole different kind of power. It was like Hydra from the myths, just when you thought you slayed the beast another head pops up. But even Herakles had managed to defeat the mighty monster, hadn't he?
Ah, the metaphor is escaping him.] But I'll cut the chase short for both our sake. I know what kind of man you are, Silco. And about your past businesses at your home world. I see you grasping at the political power in here as well. That makes you potentially dangerous.
Business turns the wheel of economic growth, yes. Without an economy, Aldrip and everywhere else would not be sustainable. [Silco was slowly settling into this conversation. In the early days of his rise to power in Zaun, he had had to keep the narrative of being little more than an industrialist, a businessman who happened to trade in the kind of goods and services that Piltover wanted. And it was his turn to decide what it was that Akechi actually wanted to get out of this conversation with him.
He actually smirked at the claim that Akechi knew what kind of man that he was, amused by the claim and the short narrative of just 'who he was'. He could already narrow who such information came from, and he expected it only tainted his network presence.] Only potentially? I'm disappointed that the massive business empire I'm in the works building out of the rubble here only remains potentially.
[He reached for his cigar case and brought it closer to himself, opening it smoothly.] You spoke to the sister. That's not unexpected, but she was in prison for six years, so I would question how much she actually is aware of.
Aldrip did seem to be doing just fine before our presence here. [They were, after all, only visitors in this world. Though, it is also true that the economy here hadn't exactly been thriving, staying stale and unchanging despite the countless adversities and catastrophes this world seems to be dealing with. From world altering maze to gigantic sea monsters and what not.
Goro only continues to smile at him.] Yes, only potentially. However, that is enough for my presence. [More than Silco might think. After all, he believes in eliminating any possible or potential threats before they have a chance to become an issue.]
Ah, yes. I did. To both of them actually, though that was hardly necessary. You did make yourself known on the public network with the silly banter. But there's something I'd like to know. Why not grab both sisters? I'd imagine that would be more beneficial than to stand between them.
It had unsustained growth and it's people remain primitive to the possibilities. I think the Chosen's purpose is to not only be punished but advanced this society forward.
[There were penal colonies where a society had to be made from it, and this seemed similar to such old experimentations. Of course, they liked to claim they were more civilized these days, but that wasn't true, not with this little wolf in his room showing teeth. He was looking forward to Jinx having a go at him when he eventually informed her of this little 'talk'.]
I see. So you're an enforcer who is going to nip the bud to future trouble. Smart. Punish any of the crimes before they happen. [It was how all undercity folk were treated on some level, and it was the kind of attitude Silco spent decades of his life reaffirming. It was about instilling enough fear to force respect.]
Good, I'm sure my daughter upheld my fantastic reputation from home. [He was a crime lord doing what he could for his people no matter the method necessary. He'd do it here too. Yet, at the question, his expression hardened.] Do you actually think I will discuss my personal choices with you?
Ah, so you are a good samaritan after all? Only looking forward to fulfill your civic duty as a concerned civilian. [The words are spoken in a mocking sing-song voice, dripping amusement. He really doubts there is anything remotely close to righteous or good within Silco's heart. Same goes for him, too.
Which is perhaps why what the man says next tugs something within him. Akechi can feel in his mind how the thread of progress, of "rehabilitation" of sorts, loosens and begins to come undone. Akira had said that he represented Justice to him, and that it's because of such realization he was able to do all the world changing heroics. How laughable such claim appears to him in moments like these. After all, he was just a--]
Enforcer? Hardly, I'm merely a concerned detective. [-- a dangerous serial killer. An assassin with a (nearly) flawless record.
But he doesn't let that little thorn on his side to show and only presses further when seeing the subtle change in Silco's features. Oh? Could it be that there is some history there? Maybe a failed attempt. If so, no wonder considering how hard headed Vi could be.]
It seems just foolish, that is all. It is good to have a proper back up in case your current project proves out to be defective. [No love for Jinx. The girl is nothing but a yapping dog in his eyes, annoying and reckless.]
Always. The best way to build a community is to stimulate the economy and not be directly involved in a murder. People need to know where to turn for their supplies. [Silco was keen-minded enough that carving out a niche market was his way in while also make certain to have outward appearances of being helpful. Much like Zaun, he was playing the long game.
He made a soft 'hmm' noise as he considered how they were both wrapping themselves in their own lies, knowing exactly what they really were. No one showed up on his doorstep sporting a smile like that who wasn't looking to start something. This was more than a detective trying to press for answers; they weren't even the kind of questions that urged him to answer anyway.]
We both know that's not all you are. If you're going to threaten or hurt me or even kill me, can we drop the pathetic dance and get one with it? I have other matters to attend to.
[While his words were big, he made a mental note to increase his own office security in the future. The assaults on his person reminded him when he was much younger and he was easier to push around. He didn't have the muscle he had before, so it was going to be up to him to let those that sought to harm him choke on their ambitions.]
You clearly weren't hugged as a child, were you? My project is my daughter, and she has more to offer this place than anyone could bother to give her credit for. My time in the sun will set, and my job as her father is to give her every opportunity to blossom to stand on her own when I'm gone.
[A laughter erupts from his chest, bubbling lightly as it comes out while Akechi shakes his head. Again, such politically well balanced answer. Something he could imagine slipping right out of that man's mouth as well. Akechi has spent too much time of his life while playing these games with people like Silco.]
Really? [Akechi huffs out air once the laughter is subdued. He places one elbow on the desk, leaning is cheek on his palm and corking his eyebrow up in interest.] What do you think I am, then?
[Never mind that he also kind of outed himself when advocating for violence when it came to punishing people in Rumpitur. It had been done in a fit of rage and frustration, to quell his anger and troubling feelings after seeing Akira hurt. Oh well. He hadn't said anything too damning, other than being fine with murder. But then again, who here wasn't.
He clicks his tongue, making condescending 'tsk'-sounds when the man tries to make a dig at his childhood.]
A crime overlord and drug kingpin with a heart of gold? Oh my, how touching. That bullshit might work on her, which is good for your own sake, but don't expect me to buy it.
[The laughter was something that he had contended with all of his life, and so this was nothing new. He also had his motivations and his grit questioned at every turn, and that too was fine. He had survived to bring Zaun out of the shadows when no one else had the stiff spine to do so. He knew his own value, and there was nothing Akechi could do or say to dent his own self-assurity.]
I think you're a wolf in sheep's clothing. I think you're pretending at being detective to hide behind a more fitting title than whatever you had previously. Maybe it's more tasteful, or maybe you're keeping under its umbrella for someone else. Someone special?
[Silco was handy with a knife, and he knew his way around firearms, bombs and even his fists if he absolutely had to. He had no reason to make this physical of course, not with the desk between them. This boy reminded him a little of Finn, and that man's throat had been cut like all the others because barking only put a certain target on one's back.]
I quite frankly don't care if you believe me. You have no importance to me except one. ['You're a tool to be used' went unspoken.]
[Well, to be fair Silco's assessment wasn't wholly wrong. He was more than what he usually let on, a wolf in sheep's clothing as the man had put it. But he was also a detective -- one with a lot of following and fans on top of that. Sure, most of the violent crimes he 'solved' were his own doings but ah, no big deal.
Though, where Silco's dig really lands is when he mentions 'someone special.' Because really, if it weren't for Akira they wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation. No, if he wasn't trying to improve himself Akechi would've already left the office, leaving Silco with a bullet in his head. ]
And there it is, [He clicks with his tongue.], another wolf bearing his teeth. I believe we both can now quit the farce and lay our cards on the table so to speak. What I want to know are your plans for this world.
At least we are both disappointed with how this conversation has gone thus far.
[Silco expected that things still had opportunity to escalate, and he doubted that his desk was going to prove much of a deterrent either. Normally when he was threatened, people simply got on with the whole affiar. He supposed the whole detective schtick was something that needed to be played into, and he could appreciate that if he also didn't have work to be done.
It was a shame that Sevika hadn't come, not that she would have vested interest in his current ventures.]
[Aaand that response is just as vague and non-answer as he expected to get. Akechi knew that it was very much unlikely that Silco was just going to share his future plans just because he asked. Especially not after their conversation, where the hostility had lingered below the surface.
Oh well, at least he can say he tried the nice way.]
Hahah, it seems like our plans are similar in the nature here. [He laughs and nods, seemingly polite and pleasant.
But then, fast as lightning, Akechi lunges forward from his chair. His hand shoots up to quickly grab on Silco's hair to slam the man's face hard on the table -- making sure that it's his 'good' side that comes in contact with the wooden surface. Just to be extra bitch.
Akechi looms over him, grip tight and pressing the man down with the help of his own weight.] And it would only be in your best interest to make sure that your 'happy life' doesn't come in the way of mine. For your own health. And the yapping girl's you call your 'daughter'.
[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.
[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) Date: 2024-03-12 05:36 pm (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.]
[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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Date: 2024-01-30 12:12 am (UTC)But of course. I am working with some of them. [He nods and reaches to pull out a chair for himself to sit down. seemingly ignoring that little jab from Silco.] I'll skip the drink, thank you. But feel free to have some yourself.
I would like to know about your experiences with the Council. As far as I know your daughter had unpleasant encounter with their errand boy, Jerry. I was wondering if you had more information about that or if they have reached out to you after that.
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Date: 2024-01-30 02:27 pm (UTC)A group effort then. Kirimann is very talented for investigative work. [He was, of course, testing the waters on how much she would have told about him in the first place. There was also the sister, who was problematic on so many levels he would pay to have her strung up in a basement for years.]
As far as you know? You haven't spoken directly with her? She would be the one to give a good first hand account of her interaction with Jerry and the Council thereafter. [One of the few people he bothered to use a name for outright.] I'm her father, not her jailer on behalf of the Council.
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Date: 2024-01-30 03:46 pm (UTC)whelp, i didn't get a notif :( or dropped the ball. One of two
Date: 2024-02-10 06:21 pm (UTC)They hardly requested a survey of their conduct, no. Their only contact was sentencing me a few weeks after.
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Date: 2024-02-12 02:20 am (UTC)Oh uh, there's it again the gleeful grin as if he was just dying to reveal a secret..]
How interesting. One would think they'd keep better eye on the their city than that. Especially considering how dangerous you can be, Mr. Silco.
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Date: 2024-02-12 03:18 am (UTC)He settled himself in though, willing to have a conversation and not have it come to violence. Time would tell.]
Why would they need to? By all we know, they have constant surveillance on all of us. [He snorted softly at the bluntness.] I'm a businessman.
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Date: 2024-02-17 03:09 am (UTC)And we both know that the businessmen are the ones you need to watch out for. [After all, power came in many various forms. While Akechi enjoyed the thrill that raw power brought him. The ability to bring down the mightiest ones out there, strip them down and reveal their ugliness down to the bone. Crushing them into nothing. But at the same time, he knew very well that intellect and influence brought whole different kind of power. It was like Hydra from the myths, just when you thought you slayed the beast another head pops up. But even Herakles had managed to defeat the mighty monster, hadn't he?
Ah, the metaphor is escaping him.] But I'll cut the chase short for both our sake. I know what kind of man you are, Silco. And about your past businesses at your home world. I see you grasping at the political power in here as well. That makes you potentially dangerous.
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Date: 2024-02-17 04:54 pm (UTC)He actually smirked at the claim that Akechi knew what kind of man that he was, amused by the claim and the short narrative of just 'who he was'. He could already narrow who such information came from, and he expected it only tainted his network presence.] Only potentially? I'm disappointed that the massive business empire I'm in the works building out of the rubble here only remains potentially.
[He reached for his cigar case and brought it closer to himself, opening it smoothly.] You spoke to the sister. That's not unexpected, but she was in prison for six years, so I would question how much she actually is aware of.
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Date: 2024-02-23 10:23 pm (UTC)Goro only continues to smile at him.] Yes, only potentially. However, that is enough for my presence. [More than Silco might think. After all, he believes in eliminating any possible or potential threats before they have a chance to become an issue.]
Ah, yes. I did. To both of them actually, though that was hardly necessary. You did make yourself known on the public network with the silly banter. But there's something I'd like to know. Why not grab both sisters? I'd imagine that would be more beneficial than to stand between them.
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Date: 2024-02-24 02:47 pm (UTC)[There were penal colonies where a society had to be made from it, and this seemed similar to such old experimentations. Of course, they liked to claim they were more civilized these days, but that wasn't true, not with this little wolf in his room showing teeth. He was looking forward to Jinx having a go at him when he eventually informed her of this little 'talk'.]
I see. So you're an enforcer who is going to nip the bud to future trouble. Smart. Punish any of the crimes before they happen. [It was how all undercity folk were treated on some level, and it was the kind of attitude Silco spent decades of his life reaffirming. It was about instilling enough fear to force respect.]
Good, I'm sure my daughter upheld my fantastic reputation from home. [He was a crime lord doing what he could for his people no matter the method necessary. He'd do it here too. Yet, at the question, his expression hardened.] Do you actually think I will discuss my personal choices with you?
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Date: 2024-02-24 04:14 pm (UTC)Which is perhaps why what the man says next tugs something within him. Akechi can feel in his mind how the thread of progress, of "rehabilitation" of sorts, loosens and begins to come undone. Akira had said that he represented Justice to him, and that it's because of such realization he was able to do all the world changing heroics. How laughable such claim appears to him in moments like these. After all, he was just a--]
Enforcer? Hardly, I'm merely a concerned detective. [-- a dangerous serial killer. An assassin with a (nearly) flawless record.
But he doesn't let that little thorn on his side to show and only presses further when seeing the subtle change in Silco's features. Oh? Could it be that there is some history there? Maybe a failed attempt. If so, no wonder considering how hard headed Vi could be.]
It seems just foolish, that is all. It is good to have a proper back up in case your current project proves out to be defective. [No love for Jinx. The girl is nothing but a yapping dog in his eyes, annoying and reckless.]
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Date: 2024-02-25 02:25 am (UTC)He made a soft 'hmm' noise as he considered how they were both wrapping themselves in their own lies, knowing exactly what they really were. No one showed up on his doorstep sporting a smile like that who wasn't looking to start something. This was more than a detective trying to press for answers; they weren't even the kind of questions that urged him to answer anyway.]
We both know that's not all you are. If you're going to threaten or hurt me or even kill me, can we drop the pathetic dance and get one with it? I have other matters to attend to.
[While his words were big, he made a mental note to increase his own office security in the future. The assaults on his person reminded him when he was much younger and he was easier to push around. He didn't have the muscle he had before, so it was going to be up to him to let those that sought to harm him choke on their ambitions.]
You clearly weren't hugged as a child, were you? My project is my daughter, and she has more to offer this place than anyone could bother to give her credit for. My time in the sun will set, and my job as her father is to give her every opportunity to blossom to stand on her own when I'm gone.
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Date: 2024-02-25 03:46 am (UTC)Really? [Akechi huffs out air once the laughter is subdued. He places one elbow on the desk, leaning is cheek on his palm and corking his eyebrow up in interest.] What do you think I am, then?
[Never mind that he also kind of outed himself when advocating for violence when it came to punishing people in Rumpitur. It had been done in a fit of rage and frustration, to quell his anger and troubling feelings after seeing Akira hurt. Oh well. He hadn't said anything too damning, other than being fine with murder. But then again, who here wasn't.
He clicks his tongue, making condescending 'tsk'-sounds when the man tries to make a dig at his childhood.]
A crime overlord and drug kingpin with a heart of gold? Oh my, how touching. That bullshit might work on her, which is good for your own sake, but don't expect me to buy it.
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Date: 2024-02-25 06:42 pm (UTC)I think you're a wolf in sheep's clothing. I think you're pretending at being detective to hide behind a more fitting title than whatever you had previously. Maybe it's more tasteful, or maybe you're keeping under its umbrella for someone else. Someone special?
[Silco was handy with a knife, and he knew his way around firearms, bombs and even his fists if he absolutely had to. He had no reason to make this physical of course, not with the desk between them. This boy reminded him a little of Finn, and that man's throat had been cut like all the others because barking only put a certain target on one's back.]
I quite frankly don't care if you believe me. You have no importance to me except one. ['You're a tool to be used' went unspoken.]
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Date: 2024-02-28 11:45 pm (UTC)[Well, to be fair Silco's assessment wasn't wholly wrong. He was more than what he usually let on, a wolf in sheep's clothing as the man had put it. But he was also a detective -- one with a lot of following and fans on top of that. Sure, most of the violent crimes he 'solved' were his own doings but ah, no big deal.
Though, where Silco's dig really lands is when he mentions 'someone special.' Because really, if it weren't for Akira they wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation. No, if he wasn't trying to improve himself Akechi would've already left the office, leaving Silco with a bullet in his head. ]
And there it is, [He clicks with his tongue.], another wolf bearing his teeth. I believe we both can now quit the farce and lay our cards on the table so to speak. What I want to know are your plans for this world.
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Date: 2024-02-29 04:04 pm (UTC)[Silco expected that things still had opportunity to escalate, and he doubted that his desk was going to prove much of a deterrent either. Normally when he was threatened, people simply got on with the whole affiar. He supposed the whole detective schtick was something that needed to be played into, and he could appreciate that if he also didn't have work to be done.
It was a shame that Sevika hadn't come, not that she would have vested interest in his current ventures.]
To build a happy life. Yours?
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Date: 2024-03-01 01:59 am (UTC)Oh well, at least he can say he tried the nice way.]
Hahah, it seems like our plans are similar in the nature here. [He laughs and nods, seemingly polite and pleasant.
But then, fast as lightning, Akechi lunges forward from his chair. His hand shoots up to quickly grab on Silco's hair to slam the man's face hard on the table -- making sure that it's his 'good' side that comes in contact with the wooden surface. Just to be extra bitch.
Akechi looms over him, grip tight and pressing the man down with the help of his own weight.] And it would only be in your best interest to make sure that your 'happy life' doesn't come in the way of mine. For your own health. And the yapping girl's you call your 'daughter'.
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Date: 2024-03-01 04:50 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-03-02 03:35 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-03-02 03:46 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-03-12 04:45 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-03-14 03:24 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2024-03-24 02:42 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2024-03-24 03:44 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-03-31 03:21 am (UTC)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.