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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[ Silco stared right back at Amos, one eye unblinking, the other blinked once, twice, just for the effect. A reminder that the man was unsettling at his core, and just in case Amos forgot it. He even smiled again for him, as if in emphasis. He could look all he wanted, it said. Silco was perfectly placid, and lacking in guilt.

Of course, in this, it actually was for the best of them. Deals were best when they were mutual, when both could obtain something, and there was little worry about things going awry. Silco wanted honest dealings, simply because they were so much easier to manage. There was no stacking house of cards, no promises that he wouldn't keep.

If he could, he liked this. It wasn't always possible, and he certainly wouldn't shy away from not doing so, but in this... Well.

Supporting what A wanted was in his best interest as well. He had until one side or the other had three oracles. Thus far (as of the time this log happened) there was one in play, and possibly another soon.

If Zenith won, and they were two for two...

Well. Wouldn't that be nerve-wracking? ]

I won't either. This works out best for the both of us, I think.

[ He picked up a sheath of paper, and leaned back in his chair. ]

We'll keep in touch, Amos. Once the ball starts rolling.