KENOS IC CONTACT

[zauneyete]

SILCO

CONTACT

WRITTEN ◦ ACTION ◦ COMMUNION

© 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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[zauneyete]

Oh, don't worry about me. I've already died, what's another drop in the bucket? [ A beat. ] And my associate won't let that happen, I can assure you. They're quite... protective.

[ 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. ]

[baltimores]

[ Silco's expressed interest earns a bit of a funny look from Amos — a sideways glance, a slightly arched brow, a silent why in his gaze. Amos is working on it so he doesn't hurt anybody he cares about ever again. Silco seems to be into it more for the fascination of it all, the possibilities that they both know exist for one person capable of that level of violence. Something tells him this is bad, but beggars also can't be choosers.

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. ]