[ The winners of the festival have been announced and alas, it's not their team... But honestly, Tezcatlipoca wasn't expecting much there. Considering his impressions of the Brimstone team, teamwork didn't exactly seem up their alley. And there's no better example than the man who has been suspiciously absent (or so I assume). ]
hey bossman
[ the username may be weird but there's no mistaking who it is from the nickname ]
you're about to get in practice. you don't reject gifts from a god. besides, this one isn't anything as fancy as the chimalli I made you. just something I won at the festival and figured it'd be funny for you to have one.
[ and, if you thought it would go without comment, well: ]
you've got my sympathies. can't say I know what it's like to be a parent, but that's still a loss that cuts deep.
[ And he leaves it at that. After all, this puts some of Silco into perspective for him, and he thinks it might explain some of the vicious bitterness in him. But he's not a god that coddles. Silco has to learn to live with that, in his opinion. ]
almost there, by the way. if you've got some kind of container, go ahead and grab it
[ what does THAT mean?? stay tuned and find out ♥ ]
[ He could respond, of course. Point out that he hadn't accepted it, that it wasn't a loss because he would fix it, because that had been the entire reason he had signed on with Zenith.
The reason why he'd fought as hard and as he had. The reason behind it all — even though there was a selfishness implied in his actions. There always was, and always would be. Selfishness wrapped in the guise of selflessness. ]
[ It's only a few minutes after that there's a brief knock at Silco's door followed by Tezcatlipoca just letting himself in. He's presumptuous, sure, but he also knew that Silco was expecting him, so. Can't be that big of a surprise, right?
Though what's more of a surprise is that Tezcatlipoca is still in his festival garb. A dark yukata with gold accents suits him in many ways, but it's still a much more modest way for him to present himself. He actually looks quite beautiful, if Silco had any indication to notice such things, but. It's also Tezcatlipoca, who presents himself in a very particular way. ]
Yo. Was thinkin' about it on the last part, but does this count as a housewarming gift? On account of us being neighbors and all.
[ He leans over to tap the wall he shares, then with a playful grin, finds the nearest place to sit or lean against. ]
Didn't feel like helpin' out, huh? Didn't see you at the festivities, anyways.
[ Silco's eyes only gave Tezca a cursory glance, brief in his flicker of attention, before he turned to close the door. In contrast, Silco is back in "normal" clothing — as close as he can get — not one to wear something even briefly that matched what he was used to.
The room, just like Silco, was pretty sparse and bereft of much, though they hadn't been there for long enough for him to accumulate...anything. Bed neat, no waste, no signs that it was occupied other than the ashtay Silco had started putting the stubs of his cigar into. Gross.
It did, unfortunately, reek slightly of cigar smoke. He's glad to leave the other topic lie. He doesn't want to Talk About It. ]
Housewarming, hm? [ He sat at the lone(ly) chair in the room, and pulled out another cigar. ] I suppose I'll have to find something for you in return.
Although... I decided to shirk as much as I could. I'm not the...personable type. Particularly when they want me to support their efforts to make things a touch more livable here. Especially when they could simply make it happen themselves.
[ He’s truly not concerned about it, since this isn’t the kind of thing he feels needs to be reciprocal. A gift is a gift, but he knows that Silco doesn’t quite see the world that way. So, indeed, rather than get right to it, he responds to Silco first while he reaches up to pull his hair out of the styled bun and kanzashi he’d ended up with. He’s careful with the kanzashi, but not so much with pulling his hair back down. ]
Yeah, I get you, though. If they hadn’t had Brimstone’s deal be shooting stands, I would have been more pissed. Least that was fun for a while, but I ended up running off when it got boring. So, no wonder we didn’t win, but don’t exactly care about that competition. Set’ll be annoying as fuck about it, though.
[ He knows already… He clips the kanzashi onto the collar to hold them there, then runs his hand through his hair to comb it with one hand while he reaches into his sleeve with the other. ]
Anyways, was on a hot streak and thought of ya. Figured you’d need somethin’ to brighten your place up, and can see that I’m right.
[ And from his sleeve he pulls… a fish? At first glance, that might be startling, but seeing how the fish just leisurely tries to swim while Tezcatlipoca holds it by the fin, it’s clear it’s not real, exactly. He lets it go, and with a quiet whir of motors activating, it starts to fly/swim through the air.
Or: I realize he really is a cat that just brought him what he caught outside. help. ]
[ In silent acknowledgement, he nods at Tezca's statement, but there will be... who knows. something. Silco doesn't believe in gifts for no reason, but thankfully, since it's Tezca, there's an acknowledgement that there's an unusual arrangement here. Especially since well. He is his acolyte. ]
Is Set ever not annoying when it comes to victory?
[ To be fair. So is Silco. In his own way. ]
What is —
[ One eye blinks, and Silco looks at the thing.
He really does feel like he's just seen that old cat Singed used to keep (you know the one) bring a fresh "gift" back, and the way he stares at it, it really is what goes through his head. ]
Clearly, it's not a real fish.
[ Though, it's not his usual derision, it's almost curious. Silco isn't an inventor, but there's certainly always an odd interest in these sorts of things. His lips twitch, and he pokes at it, as it swims through the air. Jinx would have liked something like this, he thinks. Were... you know. ]
[ He snickers as he retorts, but his attention drifts to the fish too as it works its way around Silco’s room. ]
They’re neat, right? Old tradition, apparently, but naturally back in the day they used to be the real thing. Kinda like these guys more though. No need to worry about a fishtank.
[ …Though if it were real, he probably would have eaten it. Secretly. Again, cat. ]
Got one for myself and was having fun with the game. Since you were missin’ out, brought you the souvenir. Stayin’ cooped up all the time ain’t good for ya.
[ It's a non-committal grunt in response to pointing out that he shouldn't stay cooped up. Silco knew, of course, that it was probably a poor idea, and while he'd ventured out into the city plenty, he's taking his time with his fellow "outsiders". Though Tezca and Set had already drug him out to that miserable experience with "dating" (why) and he thought that was probably plenty of facetime with...
What were frankly an even bigger group of do-good types than he was used to. And he was used to a lot of them. ]
And what did you have to do to win this, that you found so fun? [ A twist of his lips. ]
I can't imagine most little games would be all that interesting to someone like you.
[ He again, nudged the fish as it tried to swim up against him.
Although... it was somewhat nostalgic for him. Not quite the massive creatures that lurked beneath the river where he was from, but... It's still a fish. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs, since he can guess what Silco is imagining here, but that’s precisely what makes him laugh. ]
You don’t think?
[ He heads over to a chair and plops down, then fishes out his cigarettes and lighter from the sleeve. No need to ask with Silco, at least, and he flicks the lighter open as he continues. ]
Nothin’ like what you’re thinking. Game for kids. You get a net made of paper, try and scoop your new friend out. Easy as that.
[ The cigarette is lit, and after he takes a puff of it, he waggles it at Silco. ]
Sure, it’s not like toxcatl, but festival’s a festival. I’m interested to see cultural traditions. Doesn’t always have to be complicated.
I can imagine that this is far different than any festival you would have a hand in, certainly.
[ It's just fact. This whole thing was so... tame. Things like fireworks, stalls, games, Silco kept looking over his shoulder during the brief time he was there, as if he was waiting for reality to come crashing down, and the deception to make itself known. It was all so... wholesome. Where was the fleecing? The semi-poisonous foods that left someone who was trying to walk "on the dangerous side" sick?
Festivals were where crime ran rampant, to Silco. This felt like something the Pilties would have organized, to show off their superior moral status.
Someday, Silco is going to have to contend with the fact that nobody else lives like him.
That's not happening now. ]
The game sounds... interesting. [ (derogatory) ]
What was your Toxcatl like, then? If it is vastly different, I'm curious.
Of course it is. It was my festival, so you can use your imagination for what celebrates yours truly.
[ He chuckles as he takes another drag of the cigarette, then leans his head back to rest on the top of the chair. When he breathes the smoke out through his nose, it’s not cigarette smoke. It’s a darker, more fragrant smoke that smells of copal. It’s a little showy, but there’s a meaning in it that’s not necessarily meant for Silco, who doesn’t understand the ritual of his culture. It’s just what feels right for telling the story of the festival, as if setting the stage. ]
We can get into the theology of it if you’re interested, but for the quicker version, just know that it’s a ritual just as much as a festival, so there’s meaning in the proceedings. See, each year, there was a guy that was designated as the teixiptla—someone meant to represent and impersonate me, and it was a position of reverence. Even though they were generally a captive of war, it was a desirable position, because for a year, you lived like a king. Education, pleasure, all you could want, you were given, since naturally if I were there, my people would give all they had to please me. So it was for the teixiptla.
The year comes to an end Toxcatl. It’s a month-long celebration with dancing, feasts, art, ritual. The gifts of Tezcatlipoca are given to all people. Prosperity is a gift from the gods, but gifts don’t come freely, even for us.
[ That’s the basic background, so as he gets to the climax of the festival, he sits up again and looks at Silco. It’s that intense gaze again that’s arresting even behind his sunglasses. ]
So, the teixiptla is sacrificed to me. Their year comes to an end violently, since on the top of the city’s temple, the priests skillfully remove his heart while it still beats. Their heart is my offering, and a strong warrior who doesn’t cry out is welcomed quickly to paradise. And as for the rest… Well, they’re beheaded so their skull can join all their predecessors in the position, and their flesh is flayed and eaten by the nobility. They eat the body of the chosen “god”, since nothing goes to waste. And then, the next year’s teixiptla is chosen.
[ So. Extremely different from this festival indeed. Tezcatlipoca smiles, sharp and challenging, and he leans forward a little. ]
—Actually. Me and Set were playin’ with some of what these can do. [ He taps the side of his head to refer to the implants. ] Kinda like Communion, if you know how to tweak the settings. So. You wanna see what Toxcatl is like in “person”?
[ He clears his throat, an itch in his lungs at the scent of the copal, itching and rubbing against his eternally over-taxed lungs, the seat of a cough that he covered by lighting a cigar that he fished out of his jacket, and inhaled on reflexively. The drama of it, he could appreciate, and as he listened to the tale of it, of someone given everything they could ever want, only to die after a year...
He can appreciate it. The ritual of it, the religious aspect, he doesn't really understand o4r have much interest in, but he can enjoy the dramatic irony of it. If only everyone who was given whatever they wanted could live only a year. what would they do with it? Become slaves to their own desires? Would they only be able to live for the moment?
Would they watch the days tick by, and feel the anticipation of their lives winding through the hourglass? Watching each grain trickle out? Watch the remaining time with the certainty that it would not last?
He knew a little bit what that was like, after all, once he had realized what his deal with the demon had meant, in Kenos. He remembered each day, feeling that anticipatory fear, feeling the sickening realization that he would not live to see the results of his fight, his efforts. Was it better, or worse, that it was a captive of war? The alternative for them, he expected, would be death or servitude. It's what he would do.
His lips curled, even reflecting on his own experience. After all, he wasn't here with Sebastian, he was here with Tezca. ]
Really? Is it similar to the ritual I saw you perform?
[ He asked, and his tone was curious. ] I would enjoy seeing it. I can imagine, but... the imagination tends to run away, doesn't it?
For removing the heart, yep. Identical. Well, mostly, since I’m going to be more skilled at it than any human, but…
[ He trails off, and with a flicker of light in his eye, a prompt appears for Silco: LAUNCH DATAVERSE? ]
I’m guess in’ your imagination of it is different, yeah. So, let’s go back to Tenochtitlan. I’ll even toss in showing you my real face so you and Set can be even.
[ His lips twitch, as he figures out how to open this. He's not fast, but... it's not with the quickness of someone natural with technology. It takes him a few moments, but he does figure it out. One does not raise Jinx without learning some things. ]
Your real face, hm? I think you mentioned that this wasn't really "you" before, hm?
[ if it didn't happen in a thread, we'll say it did. ]
At least Set won't have something to crow about.
[ and then, the metadataverse opens, and Silco looks... like himself predictably. Probably overdressed for whatever surroundings Tezca has come up with. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca doesn’t answer, though it’s mostly because he has to fiddle with the technology too. It’s more difficult on his end since he’s hosting, but it doesn’t take too long.
Silco is suddenly surrounded by sunshine and humidity as a city springs up around him. However, it’s like none he’s ever seen, because this is the ancient city that was the seat of the Aztec empire. The city is bustling at the foot of a grand temple, filled with people dancing, offering food from stalls, and generally waiting with excitement as they expect someone to come down the street. It’s all the normal markers of a celebration, save for the morbid structure behind them at the temple: spikes that all bear human skulls.
And from behind Silco: ]
Welcome to Tenochtitlan, bossman.
[ The voice is largely the same, just accented differently with the poetry of Nahuatl. But he truly couldn’t look more different. Tezcatlipoca stands with his hands on his hips, dressed in the regalia that Silco had seen for his gift, but his skin is largely covered in black paint now. The only exception are the stripes of richly warm skin left free from paint, including his still piercing blue eyes. ]
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@nice toy
hey bossman
[ the username may be weird but there's no mistaking who it is from the nickname ]
where you at. got a present for you
@BAD DADDY
Is he trying to figure out how to update his name first? Yes.
Did he figure it out? Absolutely not. ]
I know this may shock you, but I'm not exactly a social type. I am in my quarters.
[ A beat, and then: ]
I'm not really in the practice of accepting gifts, you know.
[ to be fair, you raise someone like jinx and not learn to be wary of the term: present. ]
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[ He's learning texting slang! ]
you're about to get in practice. you don't reject gifts from a god. besides, this one isn't anything as fancy as the chimalli I made you. just something I won at the festival and figured it'd be funny for you to have one.
[ and, if you thought it would go without comment, well: ]
nice username btw. they have a sense of humor huh
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I haven't found anything funny about it, if I can be honest. Perhaps you'll have to explain the joke.
[ He shouldn't ask for things he doesn't want to know ]
Though if it is from you... you have had an excellent track record thus far. I suppose I can accept.
YOU ASKED BUDDY
cuz the idea of anyone calling YOU "daddy" is hilarious
like do you even fuck
https://youtu.be/2WZLJpMOxS4?si=_sgLGaE4gKf7SRDH
I haven't made time for it in some time.
[ So. No?? ]
I didn't really think it had anything to do with that, anyway. Disgusting.
[ Silco says: no daddy kink allowed (no kinks allowed ]
đź’–
yeah can't lie some of the modern kinks people have are really weird. like get your rocks off however, who cares, but the daddy thing... yeah, no
anyways, you should make time for it. relax, unwind, etc. got time for it here at least
what was your guess for it? I know mine is making fun of me for guns
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[ Well. You know. The whole Trust Issues (tm) is a big, glaring specter over anything Silco does. ]
But I will take your suggestion under advisement. [ Intending to do nothing with it, of course. Let's see if he eventually eats crow later. ]
As for the name...I assumed LILITH had decided to levy her opinion on the quality of my parenting.
[ It's fine if he talks around the insane codependent relationship he has with his daughter, right? Tezca doesn't know She exists, specifically. ]
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wait wait
you're ACTUALLY a dad??
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[dont worry, tezca will now get the high honor of getting some of the tantrum when he finds out ✨ the future ✨]
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you've got my sympathies. can't say I know what it's like to be a parent, but that's still a loss that cuts deep.
[ And he leaves it at that. After all, this puts some of Silco into perspective for him, and he thinks it might explain some of the vicious bitterness in him. But he's not a god that coddles. Silco has to learn to live with that, in his opinion. ]
almost there, by the way. if you've got some kind of container, go ahead and grab it
[ what does THAT mean?? stay tuned and find out ♥ ]
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The reason why he'd fought as hard and as he had. The reason behind it all — even though there was a selfishness implied in his actions. There always was, and always would be. Selfishness wrapped in the guise of selflessness. ]
Hm.
[ But he'll have... a cup??? Ready??? ]
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Though what's more of a surprise is that Tezcatlipoca is still in his festival garb. A dark yukata with gold accents suits him in many ways, but it's still a much more modest way for him to present himself. He actually looks quite beautiful, if Silco had any indication to notice such things, but. It's also Tezcatlipoca, who presents himself in a very particular way. ]
Yo. Was thinkin' about it on the last part, but does this count as a housewarming gift? On account of us being neighbors and all.
[ He leans over to tap the wall he shares, then with a playful grin, finds the nearest place to sit or lean against. ]
Didn't feel like helpin' out, huh? Didn't see you at the festivities, anyways.
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The room, just like Silco, was pretty sparse and bereft of much, though they hadn't been there for long enough for him to accumulate...anything. Bed neat, no waste, no signs that it was occupied other than the ashtay Silco had started putting the stubs of his cigar into. Gross.
It did, unfortunately, reek slightly of cigar smoke. He's glad to leave the other topic lie. He doesn't want to Talk About It. ]
Housewarming, hm? [ He sat at the lone(ly) chair in the room, and pulled out another cigar. ] I suppose I'll have to find something for you in return.
Although... I decided to shirk as much as I could. I'm not the...personable type. Particularly when they want me to support their efforts to make things a touch more livable here. Especially when they could simply make it happen themselves.
[ Silco really was that kind of guy. ]
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[ He’s truly not concerned about it, since this isn’t the kind of thing he feels needs to be reciprocal. A gift is a gift, but he knows that Silco doesn’t quite see the world that way. So, indeed, rather than get right to it, he responds to Silco first while he reaches up to pull his hair out of the styled bun and kanzashi he’d ended up with. He’s careful with the kanzashi, but not so much with pulling his hair back down. ]
Yeah, I get you, though. If they hadn’t had Brimstone’s deal be shooting stands, I would have been more pissed. Least that was fun for a while, but I ended up running off when it got boring. So, no wonder we didn’t win, but don’t exactly care about that competition. Set’ll be annoying as fuck about it, though.
[ He knows already… He clips the kanzashi onto the collar to hold them there, then runs his hand through his hair to comb it with one hand while he reaches into his sleeve with the other. ]
Anyways, was on a hot streak and thought of ya. Figured you’d need somethin’ to brighten your place up, and can see that I’m right.
[ And from his sleeve he pulls… a fish? At first glance, that might be startling, but seeing how the fish just leisurely tries to swim while Tezcatlipoca holds it by the fin, it’s clear it’s not real, exactly. He lets it go, and with a quiet whir of motors activating, it starts to fly/swim through the air.
Or: I realize he really is a cat that just brought him what he caught outside. help. ]
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Is Set ever not annoying when it comes to victory?
[ To be fair. So is Silco. In his own way. ]
What is —
[ One eye blinks, and Silco looks at the thing.
He really does feel like he's just seen that old cat Singed used to keep (you know the one) bring a fresh "gift" back, and the way he stares at it, it really is what goes through his head. ]
Clearly, it's not a real fish.
[ Though, it's not his usual derision, it's almost curious. Silco isn't an inventor, but there's certainly always an odd interest in these sorts of things. His lips twitch, and he pokes at it, as it swims through the air. Jinx would have liked something like this, he thinks. Were... you know. ]
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[ He snickers as he retorts, but his attention drifts to the fish too as it works its way around Silco’s room. ]
They’re neat, right? Old tradition, apparently, but naturally back in the day they used to be the real thing. Kinda like these guys more though. No need to worry about a fishtank.
[ …Though if it were real, he probably would have eaten it. Secretly. Again, cat. ]
Got one for myself and was having fun with the game. Since you were missin’ out, brought you the souvenir. Stayin’ cooped up all the time ain’t good for ya.
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[ It's a non-committal grunt in response to pointing out that he shouldn't stay cooped up. Silco knew, of course, that it was probably a poor idea, and while he'd ventured out into the city plenty, he's taking his time with his fellow "outsiders". Though Tezca and Set had already drug him out to that miserable experience with "dating" (why) and he thought that was probably plenty of facetime with...
What were frankly an even bigger group of do-good types than he was used to. And he was used to a lot of them. ]
And what did you have to do to win this, that you found so fun? [ A twist of his lips. ]
I can't imagine most little games would be all that interesting to someone like you.
[ He again, nudged the fish as it tried to swim up against him.
Although... it was somewhat nostalgic for him. Not quite the massive creatures that lurked beneath the river where he was from, but... It's still a fish. ]
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You don’t think?
[ He heads over to a chair and plops down, then fishes out his cigarettes and lighter from the sleeve. No need to ask with Silco, at least, and he flicks the lighter open as he continues. ]
Nothin’ like what you’re thinking. Game for kids. You get a net made of paper, try and scoop your new friend out. Easy as that.
[ The cigarette is lit, and after he takes a puff of it, he waggles it at Silco. ]
Sure, it’s not like toxcatl, but festival’s a festival. I’m interested to see cultural traditions. Doesn’t always have to be complicated.
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[ It's just fact. This whole thing was so... tame. Things like fireworks, stalls, games, Silco kept looking over his shoulder during the brief time he was there, as if he was waiting for reality to come crashing down, and the deception to make itself known. It was all so... wholesome. Where was the fleecing? The semi-poisonous foods that left someone who was trying to walk "on the dangerous side" sick?
Festivals were where crime ran rampant, to Silco. This felt like something the Pilties would have organized, to show off their superior moral status.
Someday, Silco is going to have to contend with the fact that nobody else lives like him.
That's not happening now. ]
The game sounds... interesting. [ (derogatory) ]
What was your Toxcatl like, then? If it is vastly different, I'm curious.
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[ He chuckles as he takes another drag of the cigarette, then leans his head back to rest on the top of the chair. When he breathes the smoke out through his nose, it’s not cigarette smoke. It’s a darker, more fragrant smoke that smells of copal. It’s a little showy, but there’s a meaning in it that’s not necessarily meant for Silco, who doesn’t understand the ritual of his culture. It’s just what feels right for telling the story of the festival, as if setting the stage. ]
We can get into the theology of it if you’re interested, but for the quicker version, just know that it’s a ritual just as much as a festival, so there’s meaning in the proceedings. See, each year, there was a guy that was designated as the teixiptla—someone meant to represent and impersonate me, and it was a position of reverence. Even though they were generally a captive of war, it was a desirable position, because for a year, you lived like a king. Education, pleasure, all you could want, you were given, since naturally if I were there, my people would give all they had to please me. So it was for the teixiptla.
The year comes to an end Toxcatl. It’s a month-long celebration with dancing, feasts, art, ritual. The gifts of Tezcatlipoca are given to all people. Prosperity is a gift from the gods, but gifts don’t come freely, even for us.
[ That’s the basic background, so as he gets to the climax of the festival, he sits up again and looks at Silco. It’s that intense gaze again that’s arresting even behind his sunglasses. ]
So, the teixiptla is sacrificed to me. Their year comes to an end violently, since on the top of the city’s temple, the priests skillfully remove his heart while it still beats. Their heart is my offering, and a strong warrior who doesn’t cry out is welcomed quickly to paradise. And as for the rest… Well, they’re beheaded so their skull can join all their predecessors in the position, and their flesh is flayed and eaten by the nobility. They eat the body of the chosen “god”, since nothing goes to waste. And then, the next year’s teixiptla is chosen.
[ So. Extremely different from this festival indeed. Tezcatlipoca smiles, sharp and challenging, and he leans forward a little. ]
—Actually. Me and Set were playin’ with some of what these can do. [ He taps the side of his head to refer to the implants. ] Kinda like Communion, if you know how to tweak the settings. So. You wanna see what Toxcatl is like in “person”?
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He can appreciate it. The ritual of it, the religious aspect, he doesn't really understand o4r have much interest in, but he can enjoy the dramatic irony of it. If only everyone who was given whatever they wanted could live only a year. what would they do with it? Become slaves to their own desires? Would they only be able to live for the moment?
Would they watch the days tick by, and feel the anticipation of their lives winding through the hourglass? Watching each grain trickle out? Watch the remaining time with the certainty that it would not last?
He knew a little bit what that was like, after all, once he had realized what his deal with the demon had meant, in Kenos. He remembered each day, feeling that anticipatory fear, feeling the sickening realization that he would not live to see the results of his fight, his efforts. Was it better, or worse, that it was a captive of war? The alternative for them, he expected, would be death or servitude. It's what he would do.
His lips curled, even reflecting on his own experience. After all, he wasn't here with Sebastian, he was here with Tezca. ]
Really? Is it similar to the ritual I saw you perform?
[ He asked, and his tone was curious. ] I would enjoy seeing it. I can imagine, but... the imagination tends to run away, doesn't it?
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[ He trails off, and with a flicker of light in his eye, a prompt appears for Silco: LAUNCH DATAVERSE? ]
I’m guess in’ your imagination of it is different, yeah. So, let’s go back to Tenochtitlan. I’ll even toss in showing you my real face so you and Set can be even.
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One does not raise Jinx without learning some things.]Your real face, hm? I think you mentioned that this wasn't really "you" before, hm?
[ if it didn't happen in a thread, we'll say it did. ]
At least Set won't have something to crow about.
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Silco is suddenly surrounded by sunshine and humidity as a city springs up around him. However, it’s like none he’s ever seen, because this is the ancient city that was the seat of the Aztec empire. The city is bustling at the foot of a grand temple, filled with people dancing, offering food from stalls, and generally waiting with excitement as they expect someone to come down the street. It’s all the normal markers of a celebration, save for the morbid structure behind them at the temple: spikes that all bear human skulls.
And from behind Silco: ]
Welcome to Tenochtitlan, bossman.
[ The voice is largely the same, just accented differently with the poetry of Nahuatl. But he truly couldn’t look more different. Tezcatlipoca stands with his hands on his hips, dressed in the regalia that Silco had seen for his gift, but his skin is largely covered in black paint now. The only exception are the stripes of richly warm skin left free from paint, including his still piercing blue eyes. ]
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