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[ 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 ]
where you at. got a present for you
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
[It may only be a feq days, but it feels like he's lived through five years and a half. And on top of it all? First world problems. He's still a vampire.]
[Which of course means Silco is still a vampire, too. Which means he's still dealing with the downsides as much as the outsides. The petty part of him asks to leave him be - hasn't Silco caused enough problems already? He didn't want to be this way. Maybe it now fits with his general appearance, his eyes...]
[Whatever. He's here now, a moth landing on the edge of a candleholder. He knows exactly why he can't help but dip his toes into the river of self-destruction.]
[There's no one he hates more than himself, after all.]
[He raps his knuckles on the door. He's still sore, wounded. aching, but he ignores it like he always has.]
Are you dead in there, Silco? Good to know if you are.
[Which of course means Silco is still a vampire, too. Which means he's still dealing with the downsides as much as the outsides. The petty part of him asks to leave him be - hasn't Silco caused enough problems already? He didn't want to be this way. Maybe it now fits with his general appearance, his eyes...]
[Whatever. He's here now, a moth landing on the edge of a candleholder. He knows exactly why he can't help but dip his toes into the river of self-destruction.]
[There's no one he hates more than himself, after all.]
[He raps his knuckles on the door. He's still sore, wounded. aching, but he ignores it like he always has.]
Are you dead in there, Silco? Good to know if you are.
Rumour has it you have friends in low places.
How much to broker something?
How much to broker something?
[ It takes a lot of courage to do that. She has to swallow her pride and choke as it gets stuck somewhere in her throat. But... She has to do it, for not doing it would be even worse. She's been told of the mood altering effect of the pockies she'd been eating, but she can't just deflect and place the blame on this alone!
And so, Silco gets a three words message from the most unlikely of senders: ]
I am sorry.
[ That's it, nothing else. The distress writing those three words has brought her is overwhelming enough as is. ]
And so, Silco gets a three words message from the most unlikely of senders: ]
I am sorry.
[ That's it, nothing else. The distress writing those three words has brought her is overwhelming enough as is. ]
[Vergilius isn't...completely heartless. Actually the opposite. But sometimes you hear a man walk into his own rake, and you'd rather he do that and see the consequences later. Silco is special that way.]
still alive?
still alive?
[ a huge bouquet is delivered to Silco on base. no card, no message. nothing could link it to the large sum of money that was transferred to Silco's account. and if the flowers match the colour of Nanami's favoured shirts, well, that's sheer coincidence, surely. ]
( 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 didn’t 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. ]
Edited 2024-12-25 03:31 (UTC)
[ Come Christmas day, there’s a simply, humbly wrapped package for Silco. The tag simply says “from Tezcatlipoca”, and though he’d been tempted to write a letter… He’d thought better of it. Silco isn’t someone he can affect through words like that, since he’s someone that prefers action. So. It’s 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 Tezcatlipoca’s hint that he should consider it… Just in case. Second is much simpler! It’s a bottle of amber mezcal that’s pungent and smoky—in 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 Tezcatlipoca’s hint that he should consider it… Just in case. Second is much simpler! It’s a bottle of amber mezcal that’s pungent and smoky—in 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? That’s surely why the card that comes for Silco is a little… nontraditional. Surely, it’s 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.]
( someone has no idea christmas is the only day you're supposed to give gifts, considering it and the new year a single extended celebration of what people have vaguely named "the holidays."
at his door, sitting there unwrapped, is a bottle of eye drops. beside it is an ominous square of paper printed with a qr code. when scanned, silco's implant will bring up an automated reply from kaladin with his message: )
Happy Christmas New Years
at his door, sitting there unwrapped, is a bottle of eye drops. beside it is an ominous square of paper printed with a qr code. when scanned, silco's implant will bring up an automated reply from kaladin with his message: )
Happy Christmas New Years
[Lilias’s gifts arrive later than is traditional, owing to an ill-timed winter cold—but after her recovery, she chooses to deliver her holiday presents in person. Tucked into a gift bag stuffed with colourful paper are a bottle of a very nice, smoky scotch, and a leather cigar case with a few pleasant-smelling cigars. All likely wasted on Silco, but Lilias clearly thought they would make nice gifts.
A small card is tucked into the bag, bearing a note in a firm, elegant hand:]
Silco,
I trust you made good use of your holiday leisure. The winter tradition where I come from would be to make gifts by hand, but in lieu of that, I hope you enjoy these tokens. Please try to contain your disappointment at not receiving a hand-knitted scarf instead.
Best wishes,
Lilias
A small card is tucked into the bag, bearing a note in a firm, elegant hand:]
Silco,
I trust you made good use of your holiday leisure. The winter tradition where I come from would be to make gifts by hand, but in lieu of that, I hope you enjoy these tokens. Please try to contain your disappointment at not receiving a hand-knitted scarf instead.
Best wishes,
Lilias
[Delivery time! A little green hummingbird drone is dropping off a small wooden box. Within it is...]
[A good selection of cigars, it seems. Not especially high quality, but not cheap, either. And here is a scrawled note included.]
Let's talk business, Mister Silco! Name the time and place.
- Sampo Koski
[A good selection of cigars, it seems. Not especially high quality, but not cheap, either. And here is a scrawled note included.]
Let's talk business, Mister Silco! Name the time and place.
- Sampo Koski
[ there will be a photo send to silco's oculars in which an exaggeratedly blown up photo of silco as santa claus is placed on the photo wall beside him in a maid outfit. ]
Do you not believe you are a touch too old to be playing dress up?
Do you not believe you are a touch too old to be playing dress up?
who're you roadtripping with.
i want pics.
deets.
also don't die i'll be pissed.
i want pics.
deets.
also don't die i'll be pissed.
yo. was doing a little divination for someone else and it occurred to me that you should get one too. the calendar of the azteca has a unique fortune for every day, and since matching up your birthday to it is near impossible, I'm just assigning you one. 10-cuetzpalin, atl is your day, so here's your fortune.
Tezcatlipoca is the provider of the Spirit Soul (Teyollia) for days with numeral 10 (mahtlactli). The associated bird for this day is the Great Horned Owl (Tecolotl). Mahtlactli is considered to be a lucky number.
Day Cuetzpalin (Lizard), known as Kan in Maya is governed by Huehuecoyotl, the Trickster, as its provider of tonalli (Shadow Soul) life energy. Cuetzpallin signifies rapid reversals of fortune. It is a good day to work on your reputation through actions, not words.
The thirteen day period (trecena) that starts with day 1-Atl (Water) is ruled by Chalchihuihtotolin. These are 13 days of instability and unexpected events, of accidents and coincidences: these are good days to gamble a little on a long-shot; bad days to gamble a lot on a sure thing. Every day rollercoasters between all-good and all-bad, between rapture and terror.
This trecena advises the priest-warrior to perfect the art of shapeshifting: only by mimicking the nature of water do we become an agent of change rather than a target of it. The purified heart casts no reflection in the smoking mirror.
Tezcatlipoca is the provider of the Spirit Soul (Teyollia) for days with numeral 10 (mahtlactli). The associated bird for this day is the Great Horned Owl (Tecolotl). Mahtlactli is considered to be a lucky number.
Day Cuetzpalin (Lizard), known as Kan in Maya is governed by Huehuecoyotl, the Trickster, as its provider of tonalli (Shadow Soul) life energy. Cuetzpallin signifies rapid reversals of fortune. It is a good day to work on your reputation through actions, not words.
The thirteen day period (trecena) that starts with day 1-Atl (Water) is ruled by Chalchihuihtotolin. These are 13 days of instability and unexpected events, of accidents and coincidences: these are good days to gamble a little on a long-shot; bad days to gamble a lot on a sure thing. Every day rollercoasters between all-good and all-bad, between rapture and terror.
This trecena advises the priest-warrior to perfect the art of shapeshifting: only by mimicking the nature of water do we become an agent of change rather than a target of it. The purified heart casts no reflection in the smoking mirror.
[Well, that ended abruptly. Understandable, though. Sometimes, people need to conduct their business meetings in secret, away from prying eyes.]
[Besides, he has something of Silco's that he needs to return.]
[He uses it to knock on the door.]
Silco. It's me.
[Besides, he has something of Silco's that he needs to return.]
[He uses it to knock on the door.]
Silco. It's me.
haha. would you be pissed if I said that I had a guess that you might be taking a forced trip too? don't get too mad (if you even get this) since you know the rules. non-interference.
this message might go nowhere. but I feel obliged just in case.
one: I'll be keeping an eye on her. can't promise much there since I'm not the comforting type and you're the one that went and left, so just prepare yourself for that. but she won't die. gods of death are pretty good at playing favorites when we feel like it.
two: if you're gone for good scratch point number one. she's mine now in that case. you two can have a cute little reunion at my campfire so you know. better come back huh?
three: you know those fragrant orange flowers I like to keep around? pay attention for that scent. maybe get others to pay attention too. it's more potent and meaningful than you'd think. especially if my guess is right.
that's all I've got to say for you. you'll come back stronger or I'll lay your soul to rest.
but I'll wish you good luck. just this once.
this message might go nowhere. but I feel obliged just in case.
one: I'll be keeping an eye on her. can't promise much there since I'm not the comforting type and you're the one that went and left, so just prepare yourself for that. but she won't die. gods of death are pretty good at playing favorites when we feel like it.
two: if you're gone for good scratch point number one. she's mine now in that case. you two can have a cute little reunion at my campfire so you know. better come back huh?
three: you know those fragrant orange flowers I like to keep around? pay attention for that scent. maybe get others to pay attention too. it's more potent and meaningful than you'd think. especially if my guess is right.
that's all I've got to say for you. you'll come back stronger or I'll lay your soul to rest.
but I'll wish you good luck. just this once.
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