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BAD DADDY

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CHARACTER NAME

SILCO

CIVILIAN NAME

MISTER FISSURE

TEAM

BRIMSTONE

HOUSING NUMBER

017

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[immortalpoet]

I'm already powerful, Silco. Believe me, this body has been through augmentations like nothing else. So not exactly appealing, here.

[Silco are you going to microdose him....please....]

She's just sensitive. She's the type to wear her heart on her sleeve.

[zauneyete]

[ Well this is news. ]

Is that what all your scars are from?

[ The startling realization that he's way more powerful than he thought ]

She may be sensitive, but she is also a goddess. All of that power, and she can barely handle an insult? She's easier to rile up than Jinx, and she's a fraction of the age.

[immortalpoet]

No, I just walked into a mine field when I was a kid.

[EXTREMELY FUCKING DRY]

This is true. But as far as people to rile up, she's not worth it for exactly that reason. All that power and a fragile nature to boot. Bad combo.

[zauneyete]

Hm. Well. I thought something that gods used would be good enough for you, but I suppose not. You've got expensive tastes, you know that?

[ as difficult as he is?? ]

Hm. You are not wrong. [ But that makes him WANT to pick on her. ] She should work on that, or she'll continue to be outdone by the rest of the gods here.

[immortalpoet]

I still have no idea what you're talking about. Some kind of power supplement?

[And a sigh.]

That's her problem. I'm not here to fix gods and goddesses, and neither are you.

[zauneyete]

An enhancement. [ Because it's Verg, he gets something like honesty ] It's a drug that I produced. The vials I keep.

[ The ones he'd had in his room that night. ]

Hah, no, you are right. My method of "fixing" gods tends to be rather permanent as it is. She is furious because I killed one that she knew.

[immortalpoet]

Is the drug really effective if you had to go get vampirized for some power? Or did you not have it yet....?

[But...ah. He remembers the vials. So Silco is...a drug producer?]

You killed a god? Why?

[zauneyete]

I don't use it beyond my injections. [ "Medication", he'd said. ] I am better suited for backlines than I am for getting up and into the fight. [ A beat. ] And it came after. Of course. LILITH does enjoy the sense of irony.

[ So yes, a drug producer. ]

We were at war, and we were on opposing sides. [ It's a good answer that's a lot more logical than: she tried to be nice to me :( ]

[immortalpoet]

Of course it did. You have the worst luck. You need a rabbit's foot or something.

[Hm. It does make him wonder...he uses it for injections. Is he reliant on it? Addicted to it?]

And you think I would benefit from it. [In what way? He doesn't really feel he needs such a thing. He's already at his own peak.] And...hm. War? Over what?

[zauneyete]

I have the worst luck? [ Incredulous. To be fair, He thinks of her, of Jinx, and how many times things went wrong. Time, and time again. He doesn't see it, but. Like father like daughter. ] You would be surprised.

[ It's a good thing to wonder about, but hey, it's also probably why he isn't blind in one eye so. ]

I think... it would be something sensational to see, is all. Maybe you could even one-hit a kaiju with it. It's LILITH-approved, after all. It cannot be bad.

[ maybe he just needs to show silco how strong he is without it 😏 ]

The war was... complicated. A world away. Do you remember, when we talked about ending it all? Of pulling it all down?

[immortalpoet]

You've come this far, so maybe there's something there. Perhaps.

[Perhaps, perhaps...while he, himself, hasn't believed in such luck for ages.]

Haaah. I'll believe it when I see it. I'll go without it for now. Find another payment.

[For now...]

...Mm. Yes, of course I do. It was in regards to that?

[zauneyete]

Hm. I'll make sure you have a front-row seat during the next fight, to see it in action. Maybe you'll change your mind then.

But, until then, we can come to another arrangement. [ this is so yaoi ] What could you want in exchange, hm? [ This is audio, but it's the audio version of him dragging his fingers down his lips and swiveling that eye at him. ]

I killed her as a part of the war, yes. I would have done anything to get to the end of it and win. Anything, and if that meant killing a god, then I would do it again.

[immortalpoet]

...You know. I want for nothing much. Perhaps you can figure something out, with that big brain of yours.

[A little sardonic, here, but his answer is sincere. He's a creature who has eliminated most of his desire, listlessly moving through life for a singular purpose. Things have changed slightly, since coming to Synflux, but...]

[What form would any form of payment come in?]

[He's silent at the mention of the war. Of a vicious fight, and little to no regrets.]

Did you win, though?

[zauneyete]

[ Good thing he was already thinking of something, but he wanted to hear him say it. ]

You think my brain is big, do you? [ like his fucking ego. ] How about this, then. No payment to you, but perhaps what I would pay you gets donated to those kids orphanages instead?

[ the war, the scab opened... ]

I don't know. I woke up here before we could even learn. I assume, that without some of us there, it will collapse in on itself.

[ And he isn't sure what to think about that. ]

[immortalpoet]

Well, you actually look like you have thoughts. [And.........he's pausing, a litle surprised at the next part. Ah. Well. He would like that, actually.] Mm. You would confirm it? How much?

[Another moment of silence, thoughtful.]

Was it worth it? The war. I assume...it was all for her, wasn't it?

[zauneyete]

[ See? He pays attention!! ] I would confirm it. A Hundred-thousand Kryptos whenever I need to call on you. More if it's a more... long-term arrangement. I suspect I may need to call on you in the coming months, so working out the details now is for the best.

[ or maybe this is just a way to keep him close, and to nudge him closer in that direction he wants to see him in.

But, Silco hisses, something sharp, with that fervency that always dipped into his voice, when he talked about his daughter, a rare thing, but Vergilius is one of the few who knew. ]

Of course it was for her! It has always been for her. I would do anything I needed to, there's nothing that can get in my way, if it meant she would live.

[immortalpoet]

[can't believe he's paying to be his boyfriend what is his life]

One hundred thousand...and a long-term, you say. Depends on what you need me to be called in for. Fighting off your favorite butler?

[And...of course, of course, Silco would react that way. He would react that way, which is why his voice is quieter, softer now.]

I wouldn't doubt your devotion. I would do the same, you know.

[zauneyete]

[ WELL??? it's safer if it's transactional right??? ]

Possibly. I don't doubt that he'll make an attempt again. Even intervening if there's a repeat of yesterday. Though, obviously, just being intimidating will do the trick. More importantly, I suspect the locals may make an attempt or two, if things go my way in the next few months.

[ What does THAT mean???

More importantly, though, Silco's favorite subject that isn't revenge and drugs: ]

Hm. Some thought me mad, there, for how I fought. I don't think most of them ever understood why I did what I did.

[ How could they? Silco had been so careful, because he knew the moment someone found out, they would have utterly destroyed her. It left him looking crazed, isolated, and dangerous. ]

[immortalpoet]

.....Silco. [NOW VERY DEADPAN, like seeing a cat about to push off a mug from a table.] What do you possibly mean by that.

[WHAT SHIT ARE YOU GETTING YOURSELF INTO. SIR]

Then again, you probably didn't tell a soul, did you. I know...I haven't. Not when that can be used.

[zauneyete]

Why, I'm helping to take down the seedy underbelly that rots at the center of Neo-Tokyo. Didn't you know? [ It's also.

It's Silco. There is no way on any planet that he wasn't planning to use this for himself. He literally just admitted to having drugs handy. ]

See, this is why you and I understand each other. That is precisely why I didn't share it. [ Set knew, of course, but the small Canopic Jars in his own room were a testament to why Silco and Set knew about Jinx and Anubis, respectively. They had made a promise, after all, to save each others' children at the end of it. Silco had done everything to save her, down to coordinating her survival even if he failed. ]

I had her soul with me, on my person. The one time I didn't, I nearly lost her to chance.

[ On the day he'd killed a god. ]

[immortalpoet]

Aren't you also the seedy underbelly? Just a different one.

[Like.]

[Let's be real.]

[They understand each other. Yes, they do. Though he wonders what Silco would have to think about the man who barely moved a muscle after the tragedy at the orphanage, who wallowed in his own stagnation and sorrow. He would probably pull him by the ear and tell him he was a failure. In a way, he was. He could've done more. He should've done more.]

[And now, all that's left, is...a young lady, and a gem.]

Her soul? Where did it go?

[zauneyete]

Am I?

[ The smile in his voice says it all, doesn't it? Of course he is. That's why he'll need his help. ]

Ah... though.

[ He may have, but he may not have. He'd been powerless to stop his daughter from nearly dying too. Too busy bullying chembarons and choking them with the gray to even bother knowing what she was up to, while she'd dealt with enforcers and who knew what else?

She'd been dying in his arms, and he had been desperate. Would Vergilius think less of him, for desperately fighting to end every world out there because none of them would have his daughter in them? Or the fact that apparently, she lives but for the injections of said drug he'd just offered him? ]

It was in a gemstone. Was. Now, I suppose, it is where it belongs.

[ He still keeps it, though. The gemstone. In his room, where it stays safe. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Now that...]

[He's silent for a good long, while. A gemstone. It really can't be. It feels like a slap of fate. A joke of coincidence. He can't find the words to say anything, just yet, but when he does, he sounds hoarse.]

...A child I knew was turned...into a gem. [It feels like he's speaking from a million miles away, lost in time.] At least you...have her back.

[zauneyete]

[ In the quiet silence, he stepped over to his bedside, to pick up that gem that had meant everything a world away. In Kenos, Jinx had been everything. His only guiding star, the only thing he knew was real. Powers, destruction, none of it mattered. Some believed their worlds had still been out there, but Silco's whole world was right in his hand. Had been in his hand. Now it was inert, and cold. Not even body-temperature like it had been. It still glows, of course, like there was still a spark of life in it.

Isn't it funny? That things seem so cyclical? Day in, and day out? It's always around, and around, and around. ]

They are so fragile, like this. Easy to destroy. [ A soft scoff. ] Was yours safe? Jinx never was like this. I had to flay my very soul to protect her, and it wasn't ever enough.

Now, I don't even truly have her back. She's still —

[ In danger? Manic? Struggling with a sister they'd both thought was gone; a specter that cast an even larger shadow. ]

I don't know if I do.

[ He doesn't even know that he really won't. But maudlin honesty feels appropriate now. It's with a heavy sigh — it's too honest, too dangerous — that he tries to divert. ]

Do you have a chance for yours?

[immortalpoet]

...

[Was yours safe?]

[He handed that young man his sword. He hoped to find him again, and the young man would return his sword back to him. But instead, he came upon that room, and that sword was on the ground.]

[And instead of a young man, there was a gem. A gem called-]

Garnet. [He starts, stops.] That was his name. Many of the children were...named after jewels. And fate seems to like its little jokes.

[The jewel, as blood-red as his eyes, shattered in but a moment. Silco's pain, that desperation, echoes with his.]

I was told there...is a chance to return him back. I entered a contract for it. [Again, feeling distant, though the pain feels just as real as it did so long ago.] I can only...hope. I can only hope.