[Silco arrived home between checking on his work places to the scene with Jinx laying in the gift that he had provided her for her birthday. At first, he wasn't certain if she was trying to sleep laying there like that, but he admitted that he hoped she had taken her time terrorizing others with that outfit. Perhaps it was his turn.
He approached her on the couch, dropping his books on the table as he passed it before heading over to the couch. He rested his hands on either side of her shark-hooded head.]
I can assume the gift has been well-received, hmm?
[ she uses her sense of hearing to detect where her father is, in which, in a way, this almost seems like a fun game she made up for herself to see how good her listening skills are. have they worsened or approved since coming to aldrip? because back in zaun, she had to do a lot of listening during her mission stakeouts, so it's an interesting way to decipher if she needs some improvement, or she is fine the way she is.
his daughter stays silent, but she responds by giving him a nod and flailing the fins around to express her enjoyment of her pajamas. ]
[He reached out to pick up the hood by one of those fabric teeth, lifting the material to peer at her face. He raised his eyebrow, though his mood seemed to be on his version of amused at her antics. It was nice to see that she had taken to the gift at least.]
You know that you will eventually have to take that off to wash it, yes?
[ the moment she feels him tugging at the hoodie in an attempt to take a peek of her face, she begins to pat her fins wildly at his hand (don't worry, the attack is extremely painless). silco trying to reveal her face will break the entire illusion of her being a land shark, and that's something she can't have.
but in reality, he does have a point. at the bottom of her flippers, it's already being smudged with dirt from all the walking she's been doing all over the house and out in the streets. the thought of having to detach herself from her new skin sounds like her worst nightmare, especially when it's so cozy and feels just right against the chilly weather they're starting to approach. his daughter slithers more onto the couch to lounge, and breathes out a sigh. not an exhausting one, but just a sigh of "yes, relaxation is the key" kind of way. ]
[Okay, okay, he thought as he dropped his attempt to reveal her face. Apparently the need to remain as a shark was strong, and there was no need to disturb the peace on that matter. He stood up and then stepped away so that he could shed his jacket and hang it over the back of a kitchen chair.
He returned to the couch and seated himself on the arm that she had just slithered down on the couch for further lounging. He stroked his fingers down the scarred side of his face, watching her on the couch.]
[ oh... that's certainly a question to ask. the hot springs overall was a very lively time, which is the quite opposite of what it was supposed to be. she lifts a fin and her (good) leg simultaneously, then back down again.
does that mean it was good or bad? or maybe she is trying to say it was a medium experience. it was normal, could have been better. would it be a place she would visit again? probably not anytime soon. ... jinx should really tell silco what happened if richard hadn't gotten to him first. but she isn't sure just how to go on about it. because if she keeps her silence, and if, hypothetically, richard decides to keep his silence, there's one other person who saw the whole thing who won't keep quiet. and that person is vi.
ugh. would it be easier to let her sister go ham for once, and keep herself out of it? ... maybe not. either way, she'll just use lie here after giving her nothing answer and hope maybe that will suffice. ]
Hmmm, that good then. I heard there was a minor scuffle amid all the partying.
[Of course he had heard. Silco did not enjoy those types of parties, so he had not made an appearance at all. He had better things to do with his time than to watch a bunch of young people dance around and dip in the hot springs. That did not mean that he wasn't aware of what happened there, especially when he knew Jinx was there and nursing the loss of her boy.
It was no matter that she didn't bother talking to him. Her silence was unusual enough to confirm details that had reached his ears through the various means. He turned his hand to examine his finger nails, providing the benefit of his eyes being elsewhere than on her.]
[ ... oh boy. word always travel fast in this damn city, worse than zaun. at least in the lanes (if the incident wasn't too important), it would take a week for everyone to hear about an incident. not here, apparently. as a response, jinx simply rolls over to lie on her stomach to pretend she is a shark who washed up on land and died by the sun's rays and oxygen.
his daughter shuts her eyes, and blows a soft sigh through her nostrils. like the first, not a sigh that implies of anything, except just needing to let air out of her lungs. or maybe her body is in need of a nap — she wouldn't put it pass it with her oddball sleep schedule. sometimes she will sleep okay, other days not. ]
[Word traveled fast in Zaun, but Silco sometimes felt not need to bring up the obvious. He took care of things in the background, protective of his only child and yet not denying her the opportunity to push back as she was pulled forward in Zaun. It hardened his daughter, as it should. He did not have the same network, not with the locals being estranged from the Chosen, and this particular care pitted the two people he happened to enjoy the company of against each other.
It seemed that Jinx was not in the mood to talk to him, and when she simply rolled over and it seemed like she might go to sleep rather than engage, he was reminded of the difficulties of raising a teenage daughter. Nineteen she may be, but some parts of her remained frozen in time much younger. No matter, he loved her just the same.
So, he stood from the couch again, tugging his vest lightly.] Very well, when you feel like speaking to me, we can talk. Otherwise, I will leave you to your rest.
What the big deal? [ she finally asks, her tone muffled due to the position she's in, and not making an effort to not appear like a dead sea creature on their couch. ] — So what if I got hurt? Not the first time.
I don't like to see you hurt, and I wanted to check on you to assess your injuries. Would you be willing to show me?
[Was a doting father not able to check on the state of his daughter? He also wanted to assess her mood, knowing this encounter sounded quite the bit of excitement.]
[ she rolls over again, except this time, she spins herself off the couch to tumble on to the floorboards. don't worry, the action of this is very sluggish and careful. jinx is just being her weird self as per usual by doing this, and the fins maneuvers to unfasten the button to finally reveal her face.
the teenager shimmies herself out of her "outer skin", unveiling her attire being a white crop top, panties, and her leg wrapped in bandages. with that out of the way, she scoots herself back onto the couch to sit properly, hands on her lap. ]
[And his princess emerges. Since it seemed that she would talk to him now, he moved back to sit on the couch next to her and settled in. Then he reached put to slip a hand under he knees to pull her legs up to settle them across his laps. It provided him free access to examine the bandages on her leg.]
Are you? We will have to rectify that in the near future then.
[Gently, his fingers stroked over the bandages to check for strike-through before trying to find the edge.]
[ she positions her body the way it needs to in order for her legs to rest on his lap. her toes wiggle idly there as jinx take note the toenails need to be repolished whenever she gets a moment of free time. maybe later today, if her schedule is open enough. to his ask, his daughter nods mutely and will let him unwrap the dressings — in which the more he unravels, the more blood will extend along the bandages. the gash itself is located almost right next to her other one, maybe a few inches lower. ]
This is going to be my bad leg.
[ jinx states matter-of-factly, observing the injury herself from a bit further distance than silco can see. ]
It is the leg you lead with, so yes, it will be more available for damage.
[He unwrapped the injury in question, having made a mental note of the blood. He leaned down to examine the laceration with his good eye rather than his left one. A finger stroked lightly over the edge of the wound and he had seen, experienced and performed enough knife wounds to know the look of one.]
If you aren't going to stitch or staple this, you should stay off of your feet for a few days.
[ how annoying, and she will express it by dramatically letting out a short groan while throwing herself back onto the couch. her lips pucker together as she stares up to their ceiling, her mind racing through on what activities she can do to keep herself busy during her downtime. painting her toes is one, that she already decided. maybe work on scott's birthday present will be another thing... ]
[The corner of his lips tugged at her antics. He set her leg back with the other, patting the top of her foot. At least she could enjoy the shark outfit more, probably jump out at people who may come to visit.]
If you wish, I could stitch it.
[He didn't consider this serious enough to warrant Shimmer, but he would tend to her if she wanted. Quality time, especially when he was due for his eye drops.]
I'm not a big fan of needles, except the kind I have to give you because it helps you.
[ at the pat of the foot, she grants him another toe wiggle as a response of gratitude for checking on her injury, so she wouldn't have to. but if she's going to stay put, she'll have to call in a few favors to check on her café and the cats. ragna comes to mind, but... her lips thin tight at the thought. he would want to know whose responsible for her injury, and it will lead to her father getting involved.
charles may ask too, but maybe if she leaves out a few details, she may can pull it off. vi would be out of the question, so it would have to be someone who she isn't too close with, but close enough. ]
I know, but I could numb the area and block your view. Unless you wish to stay off your feet a few days?
[He understood her hesitation to be stitched up, but he was concerned her allies and friends would come knocking if she disappeared for a few days to rest. He expected she could keep things under wraps, but would she want to after this incident?]
I could mind your Cafe if you prefer to heal it without assistance.
Yeah, I don't think so. You do waaaaaay too much already. — You've got numbers to squish, hands to shake, cigars to smoke in people's face, deals to make, and feet to stomp on. Who's gonna do all of that if not you?
[ she lifts her head just a little to take a peek over her father in her lying position. ]
I can get Fanny or whoever to go check. The cats can take care of themselves as long as they got food and water. They're SUPER independent. Not like dogs. Dogs need humans.
[He didn't mind one way or the other. It was her choice how she decided to heal and he expected he would spend more time at home to dote on her. That was of course assuming doing so wouldn't annoy her.
He felt a twinge of discomfort at Fandaniel getting so close to her. He had his suspicions of that one but needed more information to make a call on how he was going to play the long game against him.]
I know, Mister Silly, but your silly meter is going way overboard. I can't have you go over the line, because if you do, your brain will go into wacko mode and that's not going to look good for business.
[ is what she's saying makes any sense? probably not to any sane mind of other chosen, but to her, it all makes absolute sense. work too hard and you might lose your mind. ]
I know my limits, and I appreciate your concern. I think I can handle a café for a few days while you get back on your feet.
[If he could wrangle the undercity, the Chem barons and his enterprises, then he could handle her empty café. He wanted to assure her that he supported her still.]
Ooooh, ya know. [ obviously, he doesn't if he needed to ask. ] You're just going on about your day, being your Silco self, and then... —
[ jinx snaps her fingers to indicate the sudden transition to the wacko mode. ]
— everything goes black. The next time you wake up, you'll have a scalpel and thread with your hands covered in blood. You look down, and see there's MORE blood of the people who frustrated you all into pieces, but sewn together. A nose on a cheek, a foot on a back, eyeballs in jars, the whole works!!
If you are referring to the bodies I leave in my wake, I assure you that I am fully conscious for their demise.
[He did what he thought he had to in order to force the undercity to be united. He removed rivals and an inconveniences alike. He didn't regret it in the least.
He leaned over and began to rebandage her injury. It was a snug wrapping once he had completed the task. Then he sat back and and continued to rest her legs on his lap.]
Would you prefer to be back inside your shark blanket?
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is this before or after the hot springs?
Date: 2024-10-12 04:32 am (UTC)He approached her on the couch, dropping his books on the table as he passed it before heading over to the couch. He rested his hands on either side of her shark-hooded head.]
I can assume the gift has been well-received, hmm?
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:39 am (UTC)his daughter stays silent, but she responds by giving him a nod and flailing the fins around to express her enjoyment of her pajamas. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:47 am (UTC)You know that you will eventually have to take that off to wash it, yes?
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:01 am (UTC)but in reality, he does have a point. at the bottom of her flippers, it's already being smudged with dirt from all the walking she's been doing all over the house and out in the streets. the thought of having to detach herself from her new skin sounds like her worst nightmare, especially when it's so cozy and feels just right against the chilly weather they're starting to approach. his daughter slithers more onto the couch to lounge, and breathes out a sigh. not an exhausting one, but just a sigh of "yes, relaxation is the key" kind of way. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:22 am (UTC)He returned to the couch and seated himself on the arm that she had just slithered down on the couch for further lounging. He stroked his fingers down the scarred side of his face, watching her on the couch.]
So, how were the hot springs?
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:38 am (UTC)does that mean it was good or bad? or maybe she is trying to say it was a medium experience. it was normal, could have been better. would it be a place she would visit again? probably not anytime soon. ... jinx should really tell silco what happened if richard hadn't gotten to him first. but she isn't sure just how to go on about it. because if she keeps her silence, and if, hypothetically, richard decides to keep his silence, there's one other person who saw the whole thing who won't keep quiet. and that person is vi.
ugh. would it be easier to let her sister go ham for once, and keep herself out of it? ... maybe not. either way, she'll just use lie here after giving her nothing answer and hope maybe that will suffice. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 06:11 am (UTC)[Of course he had heard. Silco did not enjoy those types of parties, so he had not made an appearance at all. He had better things to do with his time than to watch a bunch of young people dance around and dip in the hot springs. That did not mean that he wasn't aware of what happened there, especially when he knew Jinx was there and nursing the loss of her boy.
It was no matter that she didn't bother talking to him. Her silence was unusual enough to confirm details that had reached his ears through the various means. He turned his hand to examine his finger nails, providing the benefit of his eyes being elsewhere than on her.]
Were you injured in the altercation?
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Date: 2024-10-12 06:28 am (UTC)his daughter shuts her eyes, and blows a soft sigh through her nostrils. like the first, not a sigh that implies of anything, except just needing to let air out of her lungs. or maybe her body is in need of a nap — she wouldn't put it pass it with her oddball sleep schedule. sometimes she will sleep okay, other days not. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 12:38 pm (UTC)It seemed that Jinx was not in the mood to talk to him, and when she simply rolled over and it seemed like she might go to sleep rather than engage, he was reminded of the difficulties of raising a teenage daughter. Nineteen she may be, but some parts of her remained frozen in time much younger. No matter, he loved her just the same.
So, he stood from the couch again, tugging his vest lightly.] Very well, when you feel like speaking to me, we can talk. Otherwise, I will leave you to your rest.
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Date: 2024-10-12 02:19 pm (UTC)I got it cleaned up and bandaged. So it's okay.
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Date: 2024-10-12 02:42 pm (UTC)[Was a doting father not able to check on the state of his daughter? He also wanted to assess her mood, knowing this encounter sounded quite the bit of excitement.]
Does it require a stitches?
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Date: 2024-10-12 02:52 pm (UTC)the teenager shimmies herself out of her "outer skin", unveiling her attire being a white crop top, panties, and her leg wrapped in bandages. with that out of the way, she scoots herself back onto the couch to sit properly, hands on her lap. ]
I would have stapled it, but I'm out.
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Date: 2024-10-12 03:00 pm (UTC)Are you? We will have to rectify that in the near future then.
[Gently, his fingers stroked over the bandages to check for strike-through before trying to find the edge.]
You'll let me take a look?
[Said as he was already moving to do that.]
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Date: 2024-10-12 03:17 pm (UTC)This is going to be my bad leg.
[ jinx states matter-of-factly, observing the injury herself from a bit further distance than silco can see. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 03:30 pm (UTC)[He unwrapped the injury in question, having made a mental note of the blood. He leaned down to examine the laceration with his good eye rather than his left one. A finger stroked lightly over the edge of the wound and he had seen, experienced and performed enough knife wounds to know the look of one.]
If you aren't going to stitch or staple this, you should stay off of your feet for a few days.
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Date: 2024-10-12 03:44 pm (UTC)Ugh, fiiiiiiiiiine.
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:12 pm (UTC)If you wish, I could stitch it.
[He didn't consider this serious enough to warrant Shimmer, but he would tend to her if she wanted. Quality time, especially when he was due for his eye drops.]
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:30 pm (UTC)[ at the pat of the foot, she grants him another toe wiggle as a response of gratitude for checking on her injury, so she wouldn't have to. but if she's going to stay put, she'll have to call in a few favors to check on her café and the cats. ragna comes to mind, but... her lips thin tight at the thought. he would want to know whose responsible for her injury, and it will lead to her father getting involved.
charles may ask too, but maybe if she leaves out a few details, she may can pull it off. vi would be out of the question, so it would have to be someone who she isn't too close with, but close enough. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:35 pm (UTC)[He understood her hesitation to be stitched up, but he was concerned her allies and friends would come knocking if she disappeared for a few days to rest. He expected she could keep things under wraps, but would she want to after this incident?]
I could mind your Cafe if you prefer to heal it without assistance.
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:44 pm (UTC)[ she lifts her head just a little to take a peek over her father in her lying position. ]
I can get Fanny or whoever to go check. The cats can take care of themselves as long as they got food and water. They're SUPER independent. Not like dogs. Dogs need humans.
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Date: 2024-10-12 04:49 pm (UTC)[He didn't mind one way or the other. It was her choice how she decided to heal and he expected he would spend more time at home to dote on her. That was of course assuming doing so wouldn't annoy her.
He felt a twinge of discomfort at Fandaniel getting so close to her. He had his suspicions of that one but needed more information to make a call on how he was going to play the long game against him.]
I assure you that I can manage my time just fine.
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:05 pm (UTC)[ is what she's saying makes any sense? probably not to any sane mind of other chosen, but to her, it all makes absolute sense. work too hard and you might lose your mind. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:15 pm (UTC)[If he could wrangle the undercity, the Chem barons and his enterprises, then he could handle her empty café. He wanted to assure her that he supported her still.]
Though what do you mean by wacko mode?
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:23 pm (UTC)[ jinx snaps her fingers to indicate the sudden transition to the wacko mode. ]
— everything goes black. The next time you wake up, you'll have a scalpel and thread with your hands covered in blood. You look down, and see there's MORE blood of the people who frustrated you all into pieces, but sewn together. A nose on a cheek, a foot on a back, eyeballs in jars, the whole works!!
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Date: 2024-10-12 06:28 pm (UTC)[He did what he thought he had to in order to force the undercity to be united. He removed rivals and an inconveniences alike. He didn't regret it in the least.
He leaned over and began to rebandage her injury. It was a snug wrapping once he had completed the task. Then he sat back and and continued to rest her legs on his lap.]
Would you prefer to be back inside your shark blanket?
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