[Think of the childrenz indeed.]
[He folds his arms, sighing- an aquiesance. Sometimes men really do have soft spots.]
A hundred thousand kryptos and nothing less. And a receipt to prove the transaction.
[He folds his arms, sighing- an aquiesance. Sometimes men really do have soft spots.]
A hundred thousand kryptos and nothing less. And a receipt to prove the transaction.
Neither of those.
[He actually seems as straightforward as ever, like a businessman who could care less for anything beyond the fine print. He's played in these sort of deals before. Vergilius scoffs.]
I'll draft a contract and you'll sign it. Even in the City, one's word means nothing.
[He actually seems as straightforward as ever, like a businessman who could care less for anything beyond the fine print. He's played in these sort of deals before. Vergilius scoffs.]
I'll draft a contract and you'll sign it. Even in the City, one's word means nothing.
...As opposed to what? Blood?
[He looks a little incredulous like WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE, SIR]
Or I'll send you an electronic copy and you can sign it like that.
[He looks a little incredulous like WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE, SIR]
Or I'll send you an electronic copy and you can sign it like that.
...Never did one, huh. No computers where you come from? Its more blase than you think.
[Sometimes, a horrific world that runs on the suffering of many.....really just happens to be the same world with a lot of boring paperwork for most things.]
[Sometimes, a horrific world that runs on the suffering of many.....really just happens to be the same world with a lot of boring paperwork for most things.]
Ah.
[Understandable.......his mildly backwards world......]
It will be simpler this time. You don't need to do too much on your end. Makes your life easier.
[Understandable.......his mildly backwards world......]
It will be simpler this time. You don't need to do too much on your end. Makes your life easier.
Eh, just imagine it as a different sort of headache. I ran an Office back in the day. All the excitement of jobs led to very tedious ends.
[A little sigh and a shrug of the shoulders.]
Easier, though. You should get with the times, old man.
[A little sigh and a shrug of the shoulders.]
Easier, though. You should get with the times, old man.
....I would ask, but then again. You'll probably tell me down the line, won't you.
[given him being hired as a whole bodyguard]
[given him being hired as a whole bodyguard]
You don't need to tell me. I dealt with plenty of people like you before breakfast. Business dealings and all. Once I murdered a whole Syndicate to get a password for a client.
[At least fifty or more people in one go. Its how it is.]
[At least fifty or more people in one go. Its how it is.]
It is my bread and butter. Whether I like it or not.
[Yeah, yeah, he knows how you run, Mister Silco. Murder is the top of the line here in SilcoWorld.]
Anyways, I'll send it to you later. The contract. And you can let me know if you have any questions.
[Yeah, yeah, he knows how you run, Mister Silco. Murder is the top of the line here in SilcoWorld.]
Anyways, I'll send it to you later. The contract. And you can let me know if you have any questions.
[Of course not. Everything is business as usual. No vulnerabilities. No baring of souls.]
[It all just boils down to business......right?]
Mm. If you want to call it that. But I'll see you around.
[It all just boils down to business......right?]
Mm. If you want to call it that. But I'll see you around.
( Here is a curse. The curse is holding a giftbag in its squat little hands. The giftbag is cheerful and obnoxious, because Geto finds it funny. Inside is a box of Silco's brand of cigars, a fancy lighter, and a bottle of potent alcohol. There's a post-it note attached, and it reads Why not? Happy Holidays. )
( honestly, it would feel weird if he didnāt get anything for his "coworkers" at the agency.
the custom of gift-giving is deeply ingrained in izou, after all, and so he keeps an eye open in all his vintage thrifting.
that's why there's a little sectioned off area on the messy desk of their office with a couple hastily swaddled gifts. there's a thin item in particular with silco's name hastily written in japanese in a wrapping of synthetic newspaper, and it translates easily through the ocular. it seems as if the writer either had difficulty determining the correct spelling or was reconsidering the whole act of gift-giving entirely before solidly committing. either way, unwrapping it reveals a charismatic bat-themed dagger of ancient craftsmanship, with the steel and carved wooden handle expertly polished before being placed into a paper case. izou knew the importance of keeping and maintaining weapons in peak condition.
and while silco didn't need a new dagger, necessarily, this one in particular had reminded izou of that wear and distance of his. )
the custom of gift-giving is deeply ingrained in izou, after all, and so he keeps an eye open in all his vintage thrifting.
that's why there's a little sectioned off area on the messy desk of their office with a couple hastily swaddled gifts. there's a thin item in particular with silco's name hastily written in japanese in a wrapping of synthetic newspaper, and it translates easily through the ocular. it seems as if the writer either had difficulty determining the correct spelling or was reconsidering the whole act of gift-giving entirely before solidly committing. either way, unwrapping it reveals a charismatic bat-themed dagger of ancient craftsmanship, with the steel and carved wooden handle expertly polished before being placed into a paper case. izou knew the importance of keeping and maintaining weapons in peak condition.
and while silco didn't need a new dagger, necessarily, this one in particular had reminded izou of that wear and distance of his. )
[ Outside Silco's door on Christmas morning is a box without a name attached! At least, not a "From" name. Just his own. And inside the box is another box! But just just any box. It's a box that by all appearances looks to be a package of authentic Cuban cigars!
Except that they're rubber. Fakes. And they squeak? What are these, dog toys???
No wonder there's no name attached. ]
Except that they're rubber. Fakes. And they squeak? What are these, dog toys???
No wonder there's no name attached. ]
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[ Come Christmas day, thereās a simply, humbly wrapped package for Silco. The tag simply says āfrom Tezcatlipocaā, and though heād been tempted to write a letter⦠Heād thought better of it. Silco isnāt someone he can affect through words like that, since heās someone that prefers action. So. Itās just a gift!
One is a quite nice shoulder holster that fits Silco very comfortably. He may not be someone that favors guns, but maybe this is Tezcatlipocaās hint that he should consider it⦠Just in case. Second is much simpler! Itās a bottle of amber mezcal thatās pungent and smokyāin fact, somewhat reminiscent of the cigars that Silco likes to smoke! ]
One is a quite nice shoulder holster that fits Silco very comfortably. He may not be someone that favors guns, but maybe this is Tezcatlipocaās hint that he should consider it⦠Just in case. Second is much simpler! Itās a bottle of amber mezcal thatās pungent and smokyāin fact, somewhat reminiscent of the cigars that Silco likes to smoke! ]
[ Why, did you know that Christmas cards in the Victorian era were a different sort of affair, Silco? Thatās surely why the card that comes for Silco is a little⦠nontraditional. Surely, itās only that! There's no gift, only a card, and it's in his beautiful, elegant script, of course. ]
It is with the utmost respect that I extend to you, Mr. Silco, the most felicitous of Christmas greetings. May this blessed season bestow upon you an abundance of peace, health, and joy, as the warmth of the festivities graces your heart and home. So too may the coming year be filled with prosperity and contentment, and that the spirit of goodwill, which this season so abundantly offers, continues to illuminate your every endeavour.
Faithfully yours,
Sebastian Michaelis
It is with the utmost respect that I extend to you, Mr. Silco, the most felicitous of Christmas greetings. May this blessed season bestow upon you an abundance of peace, health, and joy, as the warmth of the festivities graces your heart and home. So too may the coming year be filled with prosperity and contentment, and that the spirit of goodwill, which this season so abundantly offers, continues to illuminate your every endeavour.
Faithfully yours,
Sebastian Michaelis
[Delivery time, Silco! Here's a large package, almost as large as a big dog. Open it up, and inside is...]
[Well. It's a giant teddy bear with big sparkling blue eyes and a cutesy smiling expression, holding a large red heart. The kind of nauseatingly cheesy stuffed animal you see in stores around Valentine's Day. The teddy bear comes with a note:]
To make your heart three sizes larger.
Wonder how long it will take for you to try to put your foot down. Unless you have a thing for me calling you Daddy?
Happy Holidays.
- Vergilius
[And attached to the note is several pages of a business contract, complete with a request for a signature and a lot of legalese about hiring a bodyguard.]
[Well. It's a giant teddy bear with big sparkling blue eyes and a cutesy smiling expression, holding a large red heart. The kind of nauseatingly cheesy stuffed animal you see in stores around Valentine's Day. The teddy bear comes with a note:]
To make your heart three sizes larger.
Wonder how long it will take for you to try to put your foot down. Unless you have a thing for me calling you Daddy?
Happy Holidays.
- Vergilius
[And attached to the note is several pages of a business contract, complete with a request for a signature and a lot of legalese about hiring a bodyguard.]
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