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KENOS IC CONTACT
© TESSISAMESS
[ Communion with Silco is like being doused in cold, polluted water. It feels like taking a breath is difficult, like there's fingers around your throat, pain all over. The water is too-slick like it's almost more pollutants than water, and the water crashes against you, inescapable, even if you were to somehow find the ability to breathe, there is still no escape from the sickening undertow. Somewhere, perhaps deeper in the water, or something else, is a simmering, vile hatred, resentment, and it feels like it should be hot enough to make the water around you boil, even if it's almost too-placid, and too cold. Like all of this hatred is buried deep. Then again, the fact that it feels so close means it must burn so hot. ]
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[ When they've been testing this new strain of shimmer, anyway. It's coming along, but it's slow going, there's no way they can develop the drug quickly, and even though Silco has his touch, and a single vial given to him by Yima, it's not nearly enough to make more. Not without plenty of experimentation and testing, comparing, and playing with the substance. Singed was a genius, after all, and that meant that replicating his careful work would be painstaking.
It took time, and that was time that someone was going to observe, although Silco hardly knew that. ]
I think you will at least find that with a little more control over the effects, we might not even have to use the restraints, but if they do, they will hold. [ Simple fact, obviously. They were made to test Shimmer, so they could handle well more than what Shimmer could do. They didn't want to take a chance without the proper equipment. ]
And besides, if it's truly bad... [ His eyes flicked outward, to the large garage-style door in the front, that the table very clearly could face. It faced Ryad. ] We'll just let you out into Ryad.
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Yeah. That makes sense, though. Silco wouldn't fuck around without plenty of precautions in place; nobody who has ever achieved his position of power would. Amos is plenty familiar with the notion, has had no problems acting within the confines of those parameters. And besides β not only are they technically allies, but Silco is actually doing him a favour. The only reason this might not be mutually beneficial is because of Amos' own bullshit β and that's the entire reason he's doing this, to try to put an end to it.
He stands back up with a small grunt, pushing himself back up with the table's help. It really is strong and sturdy. That'd make things a hell of a lot easier for him if it held, too. ]
That makes sense. Restraining me might actually make things worse on my end β [ someone's got a problem with losing agency. Even if he volunteers to use them when he's of sound mind, who knows how it'll fuck with his head when he's high on Shimmer or just sheer rage β ] but whatever we can do to make sure I don't trash the place or kill you. Those're the last things I want to do.
[ He's such a good ally? Trashing the place after he's just put a bug in it would be detrimental to that whole operation and might come back to bite him. And Silco's doing him a favour; it'd be a dick move to just kill him. ]
I still got some things to sort out with some people in case I do end up needing to kick it again, but once I do that, we can figure out a time.
[ He holds out his hand for Silco to shake. It's a deal, then? ]
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[ Because they have a demon contract and because Silco's soul will apparently be delicious. Oh well, not like he's using it. That can't possibly go poorly or anything, he's not worried about it. ]
When you're ready Amos, be sure to stop by. I'm interested in helping you learn to control this power of yours just as much as you are. [ The power he had, ripping into That Thing stuck with Silco, how he'd been able to rend and tear and rip it apart, snap bones and sinew like they were nothing. Oh, Silco had every interest in helping him with that, because Silco was not a strong man. Willing to do whatever it took, yes, but Amos believed in Yima, in a way that Silco didn't, and would therefore do what was necessary to achieve their goals.
Which meant helping him become a monster truly was in both of their best interests.
He reached out with a gloved hand, his right, and shook Amos's hand. ]
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So they shake on it, Amos' grip firm and strong, but reasonably so. Silco knows what more lies under there. And they will be working on a way to bring it out, together.
Just something that's gotta be done, and Silco's the best man to help him. So as long as he's not worried. As long as he's got whatever contingencies he needs in place. As long as he... also wants to get this done.
They have a deal, and he'll just so happen to be caught on camera for part of it.
Amos lets go, his hand falling back to his side, a picture of innocence. He only came out here to talk, after all, and they've done that. They've reached an agreement. They're all good.
He nods, about ready to head on out, if that's the last of what they needed. ]
Thanks. [ He does mean that. Despite any vague suspicions or signs of distrust on his end, he is thankful. He knows it's not an easy ask. ] I'll give you a heads up first. [ Sorry for stopping by your place unannounced like this. (Except not really, but he doesn't need to know that.)
I owe you one is on the tip of his tongue, part of his easygoing nature, but maybe it'd be better not to.
He's content to leave it at just that. ]