[He hummed at her theatrics, shaking his head slightly as he moved back to the kitchen to check on their warming food. It was done enough for his preference, and he expected it would satisfy his daughter as well. He set the main dish out in the middle of the table and passed Jinx a plate and utensils to use.]
Not literally everything. I'm thankful you haven't tried force-feeding me.
[He pulled out his chair and eased into it, waiting until Jinx had taken her desired amount of the food. While she did so, he pulled out his communication device and put in an order for food stuffs to be prepared to take on her journey with her.]
[with everything now properly set, his daughter helps herself by digging in first — taking a decent amount onto her dish, but to make sure to leave some for her father, too. she tosses the chip into her mouth, chewing while speaking, as per usual.]
Mm! Met anyone new lately? That beautiful eye of yours watching any dummies?
[He took a sip from his tumbler as Jinx served herself. Since Richard and Jinx had had their little 'disagreement', things had not been particularly steady after smoothing it over. That was par for the course, and it was something that he was used to. However, he kept his private affairs private, even more so now.
Once she was done, he took a small amount of food for his plate and then added the extra onto Jinx's. She was going on a journey so she would need the energy.]
A few young girls who may or may not cause trouble. Otherwise, everyone seems to fall on either side of the fence here.
[ she hunches forward, her arm on the counter, with a playful smirk swirling along her face. jinx looks as if she is holding a secret that nobody knows about (and that could be true), and his daughter teeths over her lower lip in a way to keep her composure and to not just blab it out due to the excitement.]
[Silco paused mid-lift of his drink at the question, eyeing his daughter over the rim of the glass as he considered the number of people that could fit that description. He could tell that Jinx was dying to tell him something, but she was skirting for the dramatics for the moment.
He shrugged his shoulders, deciding to play the middle road until he had more information.]
Depends on which traitor you're referring two. There are two from our world and a few that exist in Aldrip.
[she starts off saying, reaching to grab a chip to nonchalantly sway around to emphasize her point. the grin stays on her face, if not tightening just a little with its devious edge bleeding through.]
The one who is a Zaunite, but then decided to become a filthy Piltie because he thought he was too good for us. That's who I'm referring to...!
[He had heard rumor that the one who helped invent Hextech was here, but he had not done more than watch for signs on the matter. Pride in Zaun was the only thing any of them had at any given time, and that one in particular had risen high above them all.]
Time will tell which fence he falls on. No doubt he'll try to saddle the line.
[she flings the chip up to the air before tilting her head back, mouth open wide to try and aim herself underneath it when gravity takes its effect. jinx nearly misses it, it bounces off her nose, but she catches between her index and middle prior it hits the ground. his daughter casts a look over to her father, pointing the chip to his good eye.]
You wanna know what the egghead said? He said the stone doesn't belong to me.
[the teenager snorts as she takes a hard bite, chewing.]
What a real card, that guy! — He practically gave it to me. If he wanted to keep it so bad, should have had better security.
Yes I suppose it belongs to his masters and not the people. After all, why should his people benefit?
[It wasn't his first attempt trying to get his hands on hextech, but Jinx had been the most successful as he knew she would be. She made opportunities Zaun could capitalize on.
He sat forward so that he could rest his forearms on the table, ignoring his food for now.]
Finders keepers. Did he try to take it back? I expect you could outwalk him.
[she repeats with her mouth full. and when jinx swallows the piece of food down, she strains over to grab a utensil (a knife, to be specific), then lazily craves on the rim of the table — tallying another addition to her previous crafts from many dinners and breakfasts before.]
Well, it would make grave robbing more interesting if the dead did a little bit of kicking. BUT! He's too deep into the soil. Baaaaarely got his nose out of the dirt. I give him about a week before he goes...
[jinx lifts the blade to her own neck, doing a notion of dragging the steel against horizontally across her skin.]
Perhaps that will be his punishment if he stays. Sump sickness.
[There were hundreds if not thousands of their people that had died of the affliction. Toxic gases from the fissures and pollution from their water was the likely cause, but as long as they kept on churning out product of industry, it didn't matter how many of them died.
He shook his head, planning on making an effort to finally see and meet this man who had escaped much of the trials of life in the undercity.]
Perhaps he could show you some of the technology before he goes back to the grave.
Maybe. We had a small heart-to-heart until I got bored with him. He was thinking the same way I did, this place is making the stone act fishy-wishy.
[pucking her lips to help her focus, she engraves the first letter of her father's name, and then a heart right next to it. hopefully he won't mind it too much, but with it be on her assigned seating, possibly not. and once jinx is done with the heart, she scribbles the first letter of her name next — smiling gently over her handiwork.]
Guess it's the sock drawer for little blue ball for now.
So he offered nothing new. It just proves how on his level you are with technology you've only had your hands on a few weeks before coming here.
[His tone carried an undertone of pride at her brilliance. He lifted his tumbler to his lips and took a small sip of his drink before setting it aside. He watched Jinx scratching something into the table, and he did not mind in the least. He didn't have much of her graffiti art around the house, at least not nearly as much as he had once had in his office in the Last Drop.]
Did he come with a gemstone? Perhaps if they worked in tandem, they may stabilize each other.
He came with a cane and a lot of fancy words. Only one of those things I can do something with.
[because who would have thought she would meet someone who can go in a longer tangent than her old man? finishing the final touches of her graffiti and keeping her eyes focus on her project, jinx stretches blindly for the fish and chomps half of it in a barbaric fashion.]
Actually, you can do something about both of those. He can't speak much with a broken jaw, and a cane is a way to do just that.
[Of course, he wanted Viktor alive because the man was far more useful that way. He leaned back in his chair and considered, fingers lightly tapping on the side of his glass. How to go about this? No doubt he would be one of the last people the new Zaunite would wish to interact with, but only a fool allowed an opportunity pass by. If the man was so smart, he'd eventually allow it to happen. Then again, scientists from Piltover were often limited so...]
Don't kill him. I'm sure the sump sickness will take care of that, but until then, I want him alive.
[her pinks flicker to silco, her eyebrows raising as if the order is alarming or surprising, but it isn't. if anything, it's expected to have a man like him around in case the gemstone resolves in behaving more inconsistent than it has been.
thankfully, it hadn't been too much of a problem besides the occasional twitching — something she hadn't informed silco about, but jinx felt it wasn't too required. there's nothing the two of them can do with it being alive except... give the marble some space. the bluenette elevates the knife and points it to her father, letting the blade loosely waver due to her loose grip on the silverware. she says nothing except for a very settle click of her tongue; making the sound effect of her putting her pistol on safety.]
[It was foolish to discard a potential card to be put in play, especially without Piltover to hide behind. There was value in that information, and he had no doubt that this one could be manipulated. The will to live was often so strong that people were willing to bargain for the opportunity to continue onwards, even if death would be a mercy.
He continued to regard his daughter, accepting her silence as acquiescing to his order. He would be displeased if she took matters of that nature on Viktor. After all, traitor the man might be, but he had his uses. All traitors did, especially when alone.]
Good, that's settled then. I will arrange a meeting with him while you are gone.
[she rolls the silverware along her fingers, and then lets it fall dead weight on the table. it rings out a loud soaring CLANG against the countertop, but the sound hardly makes her twitch. almost as if the whole incident didn't happen at all as she reaches over for more of her meal.
but before pulling back in her seat, jinx prods the plate to inch closer to silco than herself. despite the conversation, her own munching, and her minor antics, noticing he hasn't had his share yet is still apparent to her.]
— I'm handing the treehouse back to Quentin tomorrow. That's one hideout of mine that's going to blow up in smoke.
Hmmmm, when you return, we will plan further on how to control the city.
[His mismatched eyes flicked to the silverware, studying his daughter for a moment. There was something more going on beneath the surface, likely for both of them. He would have preferred Jinx stay close, but... she had her own path he kept telling himself. It was well outside of his reach though and the gulf seemingly growing wider every day.
Was this... empty nest syndrome? That seemed a Piltover term rather than a Zaun one. Children of Zaun were independent at a young age.
He was drawn from his internal musing when his plate was nudged closer, drawing his attention to the fact that he couldn't recall the last time that he ate. He lifted his hand from his tumbler and pulled the plate closer as if to appease his daughter.
Yet any thought of food fled the moment that idiot's name was dropped. His blue eye narrowed. He'd prefer to wipe that stain off the face of the Earth honestly.]
I see. If you would prefer to get on your way, I would let him know it is available. I don't enjoy the idea of him potentially hurting you.
[and jinx hadn't decided if quentin not having memories of her is a sign of a blessing or a curse. possibly somewhere in between? the deep passionate feeling she had for him conveyed off to ekko now, but there's still this itch of unfinished business that she can't seem to really scratch away — no matter how many times she drags her nails over the irritating tingle.]
Don't worry, if he decides to do his little — [she raises her hand and wiggles her fingers to symbolizes his telepathic powers.] — "brain worms", I'll shoot him riiiight between the eyes.
It's the best spot for a bullet, you know. The perfect match.
[not wanting to dwell too much on the subject of her ex, she peers up to silco with a light smirk growing on her face.]
Getting them all plastered, a little rich, and laid can definitely be a way. Happy suckers, happy us!
[Silco didn't believe that in the least, not when she remembered their association. He didn't trust that boy not to search through her mind to find out what they had been through together and then twist it. Once she had relied on that one to quell her demons, stifle them to provide safety where Silco never could have been able to.
He sighed through his nose, then reached up to pinch the bridge of it as he considered. He should have spies around to report to him, or he should go with her or let it slip to Ragna. He doubted anyone could contend with the brute.]
Perhaps your reintroduction should be shooting him in the face?
[He shook his head, though there were Chosen mingles that were meant to bring them together to forge bonds between them. There was always alcohol and smoke and other delights to loosen one's morals briefly.]
Most of those are easy to accomplish, yes. I've already set myself to be provider of most of those things, but there are others which share no interests in such things. Tapping into them requires a more... accommodating approach.
Hey, being trigger-happy is my gig. Stick to the knives, Pops.
[but she nods to his reasoning, there are several chosen who are not into the alcohol, intimacy, or even alcohol. and jinx chews on the inside of her left cheek as the mental cogs grind and tick in rhythmic speed. a different approach... what could they do that hasn't been done or built already? there are bars, restaurants, cafés, arcades, casinos, and festivals come every other year. what are they missing?
reaching for her glass and taking a casual sip, her gaze shifts off elsewhere in their kitchen — looking nowhere in particular, but her mind is racing through all the ideas, then eliminating them each by each if the thought isn't big enough. ... and then:]
And yet you've taught me to handle firearms over the years.
[He did appreciate the close proximity that knives brought, but as he wasn't much of a combatant, firearms kept him at a distance. His preferred method was to remain outside of combat and allow others with such skills to do so on his behalf. Still, he didn't deny that his place put him at a disadvantage at times, which he did find regrettable.
Still, their hold on the city had to be careful and refined. Many of the Chosen were more powerful than they were and he didn't and wouldn't fall back on Shimmer for himself. So they had to be smart, and he needed control of the market as much as possible. If he had the supply chain, he had control over everyone else. Then the city would be theirs.
Let people have their vices. Those that wanted to leave should be shown the door.]
Most people have alcohol as a vice, being it is socially acceptable, so either the bars or the casino I would surmise.
[the bars or the casino. she soaks the information like a sponge as her tongue licks off any excess juices that lingers along her lips. jinx sets the mug back down to its previous position, and her pinks glisten a vibrant twinkle which could only mean one thing. for a moment, she is there sitting in front of him, and then the next — jinx uses her ability to flash away from his sight; only to leave behind a trail of shimmer streaks.
it's only been seconds when his daughter returns to the kitchen, but in her hands, the bluenette holds a fresh sheet of paper and a red marker. she sets the wordless document ]before him, and she stands by his side to hunch forward with her shoulder brushing against his. silently, his daughter begins to doodle — a building that seems to replicate the casino, then draws a bunch of disasters round it. thunderstorms, meteors, a twister, even monsters circulating the building with some flames sprouting out of the windows.
after she draws this tragedy, underneath the building she sketches a tunnel that leads down deep into the soil. then she draws a big rectangle box with stick figures inside. also inside this, she draws beds, cans that represent food, and bottles of water.]
[It seemed that she was continually getting used to her shimmer abilities, and he took it all in stride. After all, the alternative to her zipping about was not moving at all, and this simply confirmed his choice to put his daughter through such life-saving procedures.
Uncertain how long she would be or even where she went, Silco reached out for his plate to pull it closer. Perhaps she had gone for an ice cream run or something. A moment later, he stood corrected as she returned to him with paper and the intent to draw him a picture or two. His hand lifted to touch her elbow lightly as she leaned forward, and he shifted so he could watch her draw.
It was imaginative, and it also wasn't beyond what he had also been thinking for some time. Topside was never a place they were meant to exist for a long time. He turned his head to regard his daughter, humming softly and with a nod of his head. A bunker would be useful. A bunker beneath most businesses that interconnected even better.]
A new hide out to replace the tree house? Now where to put it....
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Date: 2024-11-08 06:39 am (UTC)Not literally everything. I'm thankful you haven't tried force-feeding me.
[He pulled out his chair and eased into it, waiting until Jinx had taken her desired amount of the food. While she did so, he pulled out his communication device and put in an order for food stuffs to be prepared to take on her journey with her.]
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Date: 2024-11-08 07:25 am (UTC)[with everything now properly set, his daughter helps herself by digging in first — taking a decent amount onto her dish, but to make sure to leave some for her father, too. she tosses the chip into her mouth, chewing while speaking, as per usual.]
Mm! Met anyone new lately? That beautiful eye of yours watching any dummies?
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Date: 2024-11-08 01:56 pm (UTC)[He took a sip from his tumbler as Jinx served herself. Since Richard and Jinx had had their little 'disagreement', things had not been particularly steady after smoothing it over. That was par for the course, and it was something that he was used to. However, he kept his private affairs private, even more so now.
Once she was done, he took a small amount of food for his plate and then added the extra onto Jinx's. She was going on a journey so she would need the energy.]
A few young girls who may or may not cause trouble. Otherwise, everyone seems to fall on either side of the fence here.
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Date: 2024-11-08 04:17 pm (UTC)[ she hunches forward, her arm on the counter, with a playful smirk swirling along her face. jinx looks as if she is holding a secret that nobody knows about (and that could be true), and his daughter teeths over her lower lip in a way to keep her composure and to not just blab it out due to the excitement.]
Aaaannnd which side does the traitor fall in?
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Date: 2024-11-09 04:15 am (UTC)He shrugged his shoulders, deciding to play the middle road until he had more information.]
Depends on which traitor you're referring two. There are two from our world and a few that exist in Aldrip.
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Date: 2024-11-09 05:27 am (UTC)[she starts off saying, reaching to grab a chip to nonchalantly sway around to emphasize her point. the grin stays on her face, if not tightening just a little with its devious edge bleeding through.]
The one who is a Zaunite, but then decided to become a filthy Piltie because he thought he was too good for us. That's who I'm referring to...!
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Date: 2024-11-09 05:43 am (UTC)[He had heard rumor that the one who helped invent Hextech was here, but he had not done more than watch for signs on the matter. Pride in Zaun was the only thing any of them had at any given time, and that one in particular had risen high above them all.]
Time will tell which fence he falls on. No doubt he'll try to saddle the line.
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Date: 2024-11-09 05:45 pm (UTC)[she flings the chip up to the air before tilting her head back, mouth open wide to try and aim herself underneath it when gravity takes its effect. jinx nearly misses it, it bounces off her nose, but she catches between her index and middle prior it hits the ground. his daughter casts a look over to her father, pointing the chip to his good eye.]
You wanna know what the egghead said? He said the stone doesn't belong to me.
[the teenager snorts as she takes a hard bite, chewing.]
What a real card, that guy! — He practically gave it to me. If he wanted to keep it so bad, should have had better security.
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Date: 2024-11-09 05:57 pm (UTC)[It wasn't his first attempt trying to get his hands on hextech, but Jinx had been the most successful as he knew she would be. She made opportunities Zaun could capitalize on.
He sat forward so that he could rest his forearms on the table, ignoring his food for now.]
Finders keepers. Did he try to take it back? I expect you could outwalk him.
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Date: 2024-11-09 09:22 pm (UTC)[she repeats with her mouth full. and when jinx swallows the piece of food down, she strains over to grab a utensil (a knife, to be specific), then lazily craves on the rim of the table — tallying another addition to her previous crafts from many dinners and breakfasts before.]
Well, it would make grave robbing more interesting if the dead did a little bit of kicking. BUT! He's too deep into the soil. Baaaaarely got his nose out of the dirt. I give him about a week before he goes...
[jinx lifts the blade to her own neck, doing a notion of dragging the steel against horizontally across her skin.]
Skkkrrrrtt!!
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Date: 2024-11-09 09:52 pm (UTC)[There were hundreds if not thousands of their people that had died of the affliction. Toxic gases from the fissures and pollution from their water was the likely cause, but as long as they kept on churning out product of industry, it didn't matter how many of them died.
He shook his head, planning on making an effort to finally see and meet this man who had escaped much of the trials of life in the undercity.]
Perhaps he could show you some of the technology before he goes back to the grave.
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Date: 2024-11-09 11:59 pm (UTC)[pucking her lips to help her focus, she engraves the first letter of her father's name, and then a heart right next to it. hopefully he won't mind it too much, but with it be on her assigned seating, possibly not. and once jinx is done with the heart, she scribbles the first letter of her name next — smiling gently over her handiwork.]
Guess it's the sock drawer for little blue ball for now.
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Date: 2024-11-10 03:22 am (UTC)[His tone carried an undertone of pride at her brilliance. He lifted his tumbler to his lips and took a small sip of his drink before setting it aside. He watched Jinx scratching something into the table, and he did not mind in the least. He didn't have much of her graffiti art around the house, at least not nearly as much as he had once had in his office in the Last Drop.]
Did he come with a gemstone? Perhaps if they worked in tandem, they may stabilize each other.
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Date: 2024-11-10 05:35 am (UTC)[because who would have thought she would meet someone who can go in a longer tangent than her old man? finishing the final touches of her graffiti and keeping her eyes focus on her project, jinx stretches blindly for the fish and chomps half of it in a barbaric fashion.]
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Date: 2024-11-10 02:28 pm (UTC)[Of course, he wanted Viktor alive because the man was far more useful that way. He leaned back in his chair and considered, fingers lightly tapping on the side of his glass. How to go about this? No doubt he would be one of the last people the new Zaunite would wish to interact with, but only a fool allowed an opportunity pass by. If the man was so smart, he'd eventually allow it to happen. Then again, scientists from Piltover were often limited so...]
Don't kill him. I'm sure the sump sickness will take care of that, but until then, I want him alive.
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Date: 2024-11-10 03:20 pm (UTC)thankfully, it hadn't been too much of a problem besides the occasional twitching — something she hadn't informed silco about, but jinx felt it wasn't too required. there's nothing the two of them can do with it being alive except... give the marble some space. the bluenette elevates the knife and points it to her father, letting the blade loosely waver due to her loose grip on the silverware. she says nothing except for a very settle click of her tongue; making the sound effect of her putting her pistol on safety.]
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Date: 2024-11-10 03:26 pm (UTC)He continued to regard his daughter, accepting her silence as acquiescing to his order. He would be displeased if she took matters of that nature on Viktor. After all, traitor the man might be, but he had his uses. All traitors did, especially when alone.]
Good, that's settled then. I will arrange a meeting with him while you are gone.
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Date: 2024-11-10 05:35 pm (UTC)[she rolls the silverware along her fingers, and then lets it fall dead weight on the table. it rings out a loud soaring CLANG against the countertop, but the sound hardly makes her twitch. almost as if the whole incident didn't happen at all as she reaches over for more of her meal.
but before pulling back in her seat, jinx prods the plate to inch closer to silco than herself. despite the conversation, her own munching, and her minor antics, noticing he hasn't had his share yet is still apparent to her.]
— I'm handing the treehouse back to Quentin tomorrow. That's one hideout of mine that's going to blow up in smoke.
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Date: 2024-11-10 05:49 pm (UTC)[His mismatched eyes flicked to the silverware, studying his daughter for a moment. There was something more going on beneath the surface, likely for both of them. He would have preferred Jinx stay close, but... she had her own path he kept telling himself. It was well outside of his reach though and the gulf seemingly growing wider every day.
Was this... empty nest syndrome? That seemed a Piltover term rather than a Zaun one. Children of Zaun were independent at a young age.
He was drawn from his internal musing when his plate was nudged closer, drawing his attention to the fact that he couldn't recall the last time that he ate. He lifted his hand from his tumbler and pulled the plate closer as if to appease his daughter.
Yet any thought of food fled the moment that idiot's name was dropped. His blue eye narrowed. He'd prefer to wipe that stain off the face of the Earth honestly.]
I see. If you would prefer to get on your way, I would let him know it is available. I don't enjoy the idea of him potentially hurting you.
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Date: 2024-11-11 02:27 am (UTC)[and jinx hadn't decided if quentin not having memories of her is a sign of a blessing or a curse. possibly somewhere in between? the deep passionate feeling she had for him conveyed off to ekko now, but there's still this itch of unfinished business that she can't seem to really scratch away — no matter how many times she drags her nails over the irritating tingle.]
Don't worry, if he decides to do his little — [she raises her hand and wiggles her fingers to symbolizes his telepathic powers.] — "brain worms", I'll shoot him riiiight between the eyes.
It's the best spot for a bullet, you know. The perfect match.
[not wanting to dwell too much on the subject of her ex, she peers up to silco with a light smirk growing on her face.]
Getting them all plastered, a little rich, and laid can definitely be a way. Happy suckers, happy us!
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Date: 2024-11-11 02:55 am (UTC)[Silco didn't believe that in the least, not when she remembered their association. He didn't trust that boy not to search through her mind to find out what they had been through together and then twist it. Once she had relied on that one to quell her demons, stifle them to provide safety where Silco never could have been able to.
He sighed through his nose, then reached up to pinch the bridge of it as he considered. He should have spies around to report to him, or he should go with her or let it slip to Ragna. He doubted anyone could contend with the brute.]
Perhaps your reintroduction should be shooting him in the face?
[He shook his head, though there were Chosen mingles that were meant to bring them together to forge bonds between them. There was always alcohol and smoke and other delights to loosen one's morals briefly.]
Most of those are easy to accomplish, yes. I've already set myself to be provider of most of those things, but there are others which share no interests in such things. Tapping into them requires a more... accommodating approach.
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Date: 2024-11-11 05:06 am (UTC)[but she nods to his reasoning, there are several chosen who are not into the alcohol, intimacy, or even alcohol. and jinx chews on the inside of her left cheek as the mental cogs grind and tick in rhythmic speed. a different approach... what could they do that hasn't been done or built already? there are bars, restaurants, cafés, arcades, casinos, and festivals come every other year. what are they missing?
reaching for her glass and taking a casual sip, her gaze shifts off elsewhere in their kitchen — looking nowhere in particular, but her mind is racing through all the ideas,
then eliminating them each by each if the thought isn't big enough. ... and then:]
What place do you think is the most popular here?
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Date: 2024-11-11 05:30 am (UTC)[He did appreciate the close proximity that knives brought, but as he wasn't much of a combatant, firearms kept him at a distance. His preferred method was to remain outside of combat and allow others with such skills to do so on his behalf. Still, he didn't deny that his place put him at a disadvantage at times, which he did find regrettable.
Still, their hold on the city had to be careful and refined. Many of the Chosen were more powerful than they were and he didn't and wouldn't fall back on Shimmer for himself. So they had to be smart, and he needed control of the market as much as possible. If he had the supply chain, he had control over everyone else. Then the city would be theirs.
Let people have their vices. Those that wanted to leave should be shown the door.]
Most people have alcohol as a vice, being it is socially acceptable, so either the bars or the casino I would surmise.
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Date: 2024-11-12 05:50 am (UTC)it's only been seconds when his daughter returns to the kitchen, but in her hands, the bluenette holds a fresh sheet of paper and a red marker. she sets the wordless document ]before him, and she stands by his side to hunch forward with her shoulder brushing against his. silently, his daughter begins to doodle — a building that seems to replicate the casino, then draws a bunch of disasters round it. thunderstorms, meteors, a twister, even monsters circulating the building with some flames sprouting out of the windows.
after she draws this tragedy, underneath the building she sketches a tunnel that leads down deep into the soil. then she draws a big rectangle box with stick figures inside. also inside this, she draws beds, cans that represent food, and bottles of water.]
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Date: 2024-11-12 07:00 am (UTC)Uncertain how long she would be or even where she went, Silco reached out for his plate to pull it closer. Perhaps she had gone for an ice cream run or something. A moment later, he stood corrected as she returned to him with paper and the intent to draw him a picture or two. His hand lifted to touch her elbow lightly as she leaned forward, and he shifted so he could watch her draw.
It was imaginative, and it also wasn't beyond what he had also been thinking for some time. Topside was never a place they were meant to exist for a long time. He turned his head to regard his daughter, humming softly and with a nod of his head. A bunker would be useful. A bunker beneath most businesses that interconnected even better.]
A new hide out to replace the tree house? Now where to put it....
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