All of those traits are what kept me alive, you know.
[ But.
But.
He's noticed it. Those creeping, crawling moments. Those spaces when his mouth opens, and he says something -- and Silco often thinks the things that he doesn't say, but it's quite different to feel his mouth open, and things start to slip out of his mouth. He's heard something about these shadows now, how they bring out the worst traits in someone, but Silco was already such an indulgent man in his darker side -- the only thing he feared -- that was the loss of that tightly held control. Something he so carefully had crafted over the years, when he'd been so angry and out of control, in those early years.
Now he wasn't, but his shadow chose to use that against him. It wasn't darker impulses, Silco could do those just fine. It was the carefully held control and secrets --
And he could not say some things. Such as how he died, now. ]
This isn't some... ploy to read my mind, is it?
[ It's a more token response, but Mikey's point isn't what sells it, it's the fact that otherwise, he might say something he shouldn't. To the wrong person. ]
[ It's just fact. Like two sharks circling, they weren't necessarily going to be able to "win" over the other. Silco knew just as well as Mikey did, that it wasn't going to happen. ]
You also know that your other concerns "right now" can change later, just as well as I can. There would need to be an agreement, if such a thing were to occur.
After all, I can't imagine either of us will be amenable to the other taking... over.
He has a point. Silco had already opened his mouth one too many times lately. he'd said too many things that gave him cause for concern. If his shadow opened its damned mouth, and let out a real secret... ]
You are not incorrect.
Betray me, and I will kill you, by the way. Just in case it isn't clear.
I do not deal with unspoken understandings. I'm not willing to go into this without a healthy dose of suspicion, as well as a clear understanding between us, clear?
[ The doors are far away. They require a boat, they require time. Silco is still hoarding the last of his teleports, but he also knows that this could be the difference between him saying something damning in front of his daughter, and him not.
So he squanders a teleport to get to the doors in the middle of nowhere. He does it out of necessity.
He still takes an hour or two, to leave. Tie up what he's working on, and then finally: ]
(why reply when he can just open the door? he's already in there anyway, and turning around for the other to follow is easier than giving an obvious response. inside, it's a dojo - wooden, pretty and traditional, as one would expect from a respectable place in shibuya.
[ Silco made a face at that, and looked down at his boots, before he sighed, and leaned down to undo them -- it took a few, before he was able to step out of them.
Who ever heard of taking off their shoes inside? ]
Hm. Interesting place. [ he says it, but he is looking around, taking in the details, trying to memorize the way it looked. He was curious about this place, this Japan he's from. ]
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go again.
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I think "soulmates" are a foolish excuse to link us together, and make us easier to manipulate.
[ Gosh. It's almost like there's a complex there. ]
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if it is, it's me. i don't give a shit about whatever the fuck you do
and i know you also don't give a shit about what i do.
so. easier if we're together if it ain't bullshit.
don't be proud and stupid and old.
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[ But.
But.
He's noticed it. Those creeping, crawling moments. Those spaces when his mouth opens, and he says something -- and Silco often thinks the things that he doesn't say, but it's quite different to feel his mouth open, and things start to slip out of his mouth. He's heard something about these shadows now, how they bring out the worst traits in someone, but Silco was already such an indulgent man in his darker side -- the only thing he feared -- that was the loss of that tightly held control. Something he so carefully had crafted over the years, when he'd been so angry and out of control, in those early years.
Now he wasn't, but his shadow chose to use that against him. It wasn't darker impulses, Silco could do those just fine. It was the carefully held control and secrets --
And he could not say some things. Such as how he died, now. ]
This isn't some... ploy to read my mind, is it?
[ It's a more token response, but Mikey's point isn't what sells it, it's the fact that otherwise, he might say something he shouldn't. To the wrong person. ]
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give me one good reason
(his own is just static, so. that's fun. like a spirit box, his sanity and awareness just shows up sporadically, the fog too great, so. yeah.
he thinks he's protected.)
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[ Taps head. ]
I can't imagine the temptation wouldn't be there.
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if anything, you'll be working for me. i have other concerns right now than undermining you
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[ It's just fact. Like two sharks circling, they weren't necessarily going to be able to "win" over the other. Silco knew just as well as Mikey did, that it wasn't going to happen. ]
You also know that your other concerns "right now" can change later, just as well as I can. There would need to be an agreement, if such a thing were to occur.
After all, I can't imagine either of us will be amenable to the other taking... over.
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and i think the opposite is true. just have a contingency plan, dinosaur.
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As if I don't have them.
What brought this on, by the way?
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He has a point. Silco had already opened his mouth one too many times lately. he'd said too many things that gave him cause for concern. If his shadow opened its damned mouth, and let out a real secret... ]
You are not incorrect.
Betray me, and I will kill you, by the way. Just in case it isn't clear.
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[ Silco is...not a healthy individual ok... ]
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fine
old withering man
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[ And yet he's rising to the occasion to insult him back. ]
I believe I have to come to your door, don't I?
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why my door? why not your door? you wanna see japan that bad?
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[ But still... ]
Yes. I want to see Japan "that bad".
[ And also. Hah. He doesn't want anyone to see his now dwindling tethers. ]
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yeah, fucking fine. come to my door.
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Time and location?
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1/2
2/2
So he squanders a teleport to get to the doors in the middle of nowhere. He does it out of necessity.
He still takes an hour or two, to leave. Tie up what he's working on, and then finally: ]
Where are you?
Re: 2/2
aside from the whole upside-down thing.)
Get in, no shoes.
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Who ever heard of taking off their shoes inside? ]
Hm. Interesting place. [ he says it, but he is looking around, taking in the details, trying to memorize the way it looked. He was curious about this place, this Japan he's from. ]
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tokyo rev spoilers
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