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?
[ just like before, jinx rolls lazily and cautiously off the couch and her father to crawl her way back to the abandoned blanket. was that even a question worth asking, really? his daughter becomes one with the costume in literally seconds as she fastens the mouth once more to shield her face.
rather than pulling herself onto the couch to relax, the teen flips on her stomach and begins to wiggle along the floorboards to pretend she is swimming along the ocean seeking for her next victim to attack. ]
[Silco watched Jinx slip to the floor and back into that outfit. He was not surprised by her antics and remained on the couch observing her on the floor. Right there was the budding leader of Aldrip swimming on the floor.
He crossed one knee over the other and considered what tasks he could provide to keep her occupied a few days while she recovered.]
Do you have a tinkering project to keep you occupied?
[ she stops her "swimming", and twirls over her back again with her fins stretch out on each side. ]
Got a few things lined up. A portal gramophone Scott's wanting. I'm just waiting for the goody-two shoes to send me the blueprints, and I'll get on it.
[ jinx sits up, but not without slightly wincing when doing so — hunching over to pat her injured leg flipper. ]
He calls it a... "cassette player". Funny name, huh?
[Silco nodded his head, though he had no idea what a cassette was in this particular conversation - probably technology rather than engineer - so he had no idea why anyone would need to play one. Still, it seemed an appropriate project for his daughter and would focus her a bit.]
Why not simply modify a gramophone? [He always made certain to take polite interest in her projects. It was outside of his wheelhouse that was all.] Though perhaps I will use this opportunity to commission a small pistol from you.
Uh, because a gramophone is a piece of art and shouldn't be broken down to pieces? — And why do you need a pistol? Got someone you need to shoot?
[ she can only count a small handful of people her father would want to axe off this entire island, and if it's someone new... then, she is going to feel a little upset (not at him, but at herself) for not keeping tabs on his targets. ]
People here know how to use a gun besides me, Levi, and the dumb Enforcer girl? ... Huh, color me surprised. Ha—
[ she stops in mid-sentence as her head twists suddenly to the direction of their front door. quickly, she unfastens the button of her shark pajamas to reveal her face while carefully climbing up to her feet; using the coffee table for extra balance. ]
Coming!!
[ jinx calls out and scurries over to the doorway, highly curious just who is coming to visit them at this hour. except the reality is, there was no knock or ring of any doorbell. so when his daughter unlocks their latches and opens the door, she gazes all around outside in confusion to search for the visitor. ]
So it would seem yes. I assume you knew him. Brooding and a man of few words.
[He had learned his initial firearms skill from Jinx, noting the benefit of a longer range weapon given his less than ideal fighting style. He was owed for a favor and it seemed interesting to use training as a way to get to know people and their potential threat level here.
He raised an eyebrow at her sudden rise and call. As he had heard nothing, he turned his head to watch her progress to the door. It was too late for most visitors.]
[ she peeks over her shoulder at her father inside, then nods quickly. ]
Oh, yeah yeah! I just... [ not fully convinced no one is outside, jinx takes a step out of the doorway to take one more look around. the night is so eerily still, not even a breeze seems to be picking up to rustle any trees or signs. huh, oh well, she guesses, and she waddles back inside her home — shutting the door. ]
They must've gotten the wrong house.
[ she'll just persuade herself to that conclusion as she twists all the bolts and locks again. ]
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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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Date: 2024-10-12 08:05 pm (UTC)rather than pulling herself onto the couch to relax, the teen flips on her stomach and begins to wiggle along the floorboards to pretend she is swimming along the ocean seeking for her next victim to attack. ]
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Date: 2024-10-12 10:06 pm (UTC)He crossed one knee over the other and considered what tasks he could provide to keep her occupied a few days while she recovered.]
Do you have a tinkering project to keep you occupied?
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Date: 2024-10-13 04:25 am (UTC)Got a few things lined up. A portal gramophone Scott's wanting. I'm just waiting for the goody-two shoes to send me the blueprints, and I'll get on it.
[ jinx sits up, but not without slightly wincing when doing so — hunching over to pat her injured leg flipper. ]
He calls it a... "cassette player". Funny name, huh?
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Date: 2024-10-13 04:03 pm (UTC)Why not simply modify a gramophone? [He always made certain to take polite interest in her projects. It was outside of his wheelhouse that was all.] Though perhaps I will use this opportunity to commission a small pistol from you.
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Date: 2024-10-14 01:32 am (UTC)[ she can only count a small handful of people her father would want to axe off this entire island, and if it's someone new... then, she is going to feel a little upset (not at him, but at herself) for not keeping tabs on his targets. ]
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Date: 2024-10-14 03:23 am (UTC)[He crossed one leg over the other as he watched her. He shrugged lightly, brushing off the potential concern.]
I have been receiving lessons and expect I should practice. I trust your work the most.
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Date: 2024-10-14 04:19 am (UTC)[ she stops in mid-sentence as her head twists suddenly to the direction of their front door. quickly, she unfastens the button of her shark pajamas to reveal her face while carefully climbing up to her feet; using the coffee table for extra balance. ]
Coming!!
[ jinx calls out and scurries over to the doorway, highly curious just who is coming to visit them at this hour. except the reality is, there was no knock or ring of any doorbell. so when his daughter unlocks their latches and opens the door, she gazes all around outside in confusion to search for the visitor. ]
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Date: 2024-10-14 05:19 am (UTC)[He had learned his initial firearms skill from Jinx, noting the benefit of a longer range weapon given his less than ideal fighting style. He was owed for a favor and it seemed interesting to use training as a way to get to know people and their potential threat level here.
He raised an eyebrow at her sudden rise and call. As he had heard nothing, he turned his head to watch her progress to the door. It was too late for most visitors.]
Are you alright, Jinx?
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Date: 2024-10-14 05:31 am (UTC)[ she peeks over her shoulder at her father inside, then nods quickly. ]
Oh, yeah yeah! I just... [ not fully convinced no one is outside, jinx takes a step out of the doorway to take one more look around. the night is so eerily still, not even a breeze seems to be picking up to rustle any trees or signs. huh, oh well, she guesses, and she waddles back inside her home — shutting the door. ]
They must've gotten the wrong house.
[ she'll just persuade herself to that conclusion as she twists all the bolts and locks again. ]
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