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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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[ It's mostly a joke, since Silco probably hangs out sometimes plotting little evil plans or Shimmer things because while he'll complain about Pilties and butlers... Sebastian's cooking is good, despite how he puts on airs about it all. ]
I'll let myself out, then. I'll see you down at the outpost later?
[ Implied, of course, where Silco was planning to head, even as he headed toward the door. ]
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[ What with the lack of eyes and all, etc., etcā€¦ Sebastian thinks heā€™s funny, unfortunately. His rather smug smile brightens back to genial and friendly, and he nods in confident affirmation. ]
Indeed. I shall drop these off [ He gives a nod to the baskets ], and then head out to the market to procure a few more supplies, as there are a few things we are running low on. It should be no more than an hour or two after you.
[ At least Silco doesnā€™t have to worry about keeping the outpost stocked and running with Sebastian under his employ. Heā€™s diligent to a fault, so everything about how it runs practically is perfectly maintained. Itā€™s the benefit of a perfectionist, at least. ]
So, I shall see you shortly, Mr. Silco. Take care on your way down.