[ 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. ]
Don't make that face. It's my place, there are customs and shit. You ain't ever coming into a Japanese person's house with shoes on.
(he doesn't live here, wouldn't. too many memories, too much to look back into. his fingers touch every surface, until they hit the actual dojo. in the corner, shinichiro sano and izana kurokawa.
both look strikingly like mikey - shinichiro shares the features, izana shares the hair, earrings that are tattooed on the back of mikey's neck.)
[ Silco's read little of the lands beyond the twin cities of Piltover and Zaun, and most of his focus has always been to those that are of use, or would pressure them, such as Noxus, or Bilgewater. Even so, he thinks it sounds a little like Ionia, but he doesn't say that.
Mostly because he knows so little about the land anyway, to make the call. ]
Who is it?
[ He asked, and stepped close, looked at the white haired figure. He, too, had people in his own office -- one less than he'd had before, and he'd worked hard to shove one into the corner, behind a door where he wouldn't have to look at it, lest he spend all of his time in a rage -- although it certainly didn't matter. He was still angry about it. He avoided going into his own doors whenever he could. ]
(well, sort of. shinichiro had taken a role much deeper than a brother - their grandfather is old, and with two toddlers running around the house, it was the man who stepped up to take a fatherly role. who held mikey in a hand, and emma on the other, taking them up and down, teaching them all they know. never had he been more inspired by someone else.
izana - a complicated case. a half-brother, who, in the end, wasn't related to them at all. mikey couldn't save him from insanity, nor delusion. he regrets it like nothing else.)
[ It's more than Silco would have given away, but he still observed it. He hasn't done this before, but he's pretty sure he's supposed to... touch them.
Ugh. ]
Not much decorum to this, hm? [ He asked, and reached out, to place a hand on the head of this phantom in this...wood-lined, odd room. ]
(naturally, he doesn't enjoy seeing it. logically, he knows they're not real. they don't talk, don't interact, they mostly just stay there in their peaceful death, and it irks mikey - what he wouldn't give to hear either one's voice.
but silco does it. the goosebump he feels, the irritation at the sight before him - he should feel it too.)
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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?
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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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(he doesn't live here, wouldn't. too many memories, too much to look back into. his fingers touch every surface, until they hit the actual dojo. in the corner, shinichiro sano and izana kurokawa.
both look strikingly like mikey - shinichiro shares the features, izana shares the hair, earrings that are tattooed on the back of mikey's neck.)
White-haired one.
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Mostly because he knows so little about the land anyway, to make the call. ]
Who is it?
[ He asked, and stepped close, looked at the white haired figure. He, too, had people in his own office -- one less than he'd had before, and he'd worked hard to shove one into the corner, behind a door where he wouldn't have to look at it, lest he spend all of his time in a rage -- although it certainly didn't matter. He was still angry about it. He avoided going into his own doors whenever he could. ]
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(well, sort of. shinichiro had taken a role much deeper than a brother - their grandfather is old, and with two toddlers running around the house, it was the man who stepped up to take a fatherly role. who held mikey in a hand, and emma on the other, taking them up and down, teaching them all they know. never had he been more inspired by someone else.
izana - a complicated case. a half-brother, who, in the end, wasn't related to them at all. mikey couldn't save him from insanity, nor delusion. he regrets it like nothing else.)
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[ It's more than Silco would have given away, but he still observed it. He hasn't done this before, but he's pretty sure he's supposed to... touch them.
Ugh. ]
Not much decorum to this, hm? [ He asked, and reached out, to place a hand on the head of this phantom in this...wood-lined, odd room. ]
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but silco does it. the goosebump he feels, the irritation at the sight before him - he should feel it too.)
.. Yeah. Come on. I'll make us some tea.