[ It's not so much an extension of trust as it is a test. Silco isn't blind to the little slights of hand and tricks that led to false pours or additions to drinks. Growing up in Zaun, one learned all the little things to look out for, and the sleight of hand was something that he'd long-understood in terms of the how, even if he wasn't as quick as he used to be.
There's something about having lost the skill physically, but maintaining the knowledge that seemed to stick. He hadn't quite lost it yet, and probably wouldn't, now. Hell, if he practiced, he would probably be perfectly fine again, with how the soul in him seems to want to move swift, like a viper. ]
Amazing how far a little bit of respect goes, isn't it?
[ He takes the drink.
He still sniffs before he takes a sip. Tests it. Then takes another. ]
It's fortunate that you can. Though, I suspect, compared to some augmented, a respectable soul is easy to look past, isn't it?
[ As soon as Hugo catches onto how Silco is watching him, his gestures do get more open. He tosses him a wry little smile—a ānothing to worry aboutā—but. Admittedly, he does take a tiny bit of pride in the idea that Silco would even be worried about his sleight of hand. Even if itās just his paranoia, heāll take it. ]
Respect and good manners. Honestly, the latter is what opens up many closed doors when Iām working~.
[ Thatās probably obvious to Silco at this point. Hugo is amiable in general, but heās also able to wield even that like a weapon. Heās disarming and charming, and it works to his benefitā¦ When he wants it to, at least.
He takes a sip of his own whiskey once itās poured, and he makes an approving little sound after. Not bad. This must be an area where Silco does care about finer things, surprisingly. ]
But if you mean the glamor, yes. My eyes, ears, and fangs still draw some wayward looks, but itās nothing compared to— [ He gestures with his free hand, just to show the roll of his wrist. ] Iām sure I wouldnāt even get the time of day with all of this.
No, likely not. In the same vein that I wouldn't, would I drop my glamor.
[ He knows it's true. Silco has less...focus on respectability, but plenty on respect. On being acknowledged and powerful. He cannot do that if he looks like he does corrupted. As augmented, they are others, at least like this, with his face hidden behind a glamor, he can blend in, and be one of them.
He can't, if he shows his real face. ]
They wouldn't give us the time of day. [ Resentfully. ] Though, I suppose, that is why we are lucky enough to have the souls we do.
Itās convenient. Perhaps itās even an apology for how rude our transformations are by comparison~.
[ Heās light in saying this, but itās a lie. Truthfully, he finds their ability to hide to be a great source of guilt. Despite his best efforts (and part of it he would blame of the invasive, strange process of imprinting), heās become fond of some people here. And, soā¦ He feels cowardly when he compares himself to them. They have to wear their face as an Augmented, and here Hugo is, hiding it like itās a terrible secret.
Itās a feeling he knows Silco wouldnāt share. ]
ā¦You like being a Spectral, then?
[ He thinks Silco would, but heās still curious enough to ask. ]
Of all the souls they could have given me, it fits the best, I gather.
[ There is truth to that. He is dead, after all. He'd died again, upon arriving here, and while that had been harrowing, had he not come out the other side? Had he not survived, in the end?
He feels no guilt, or shame, but Silco has little space for these emotions. The anger and resentment that came with being a Spectral feels... so easy, in comparison. ]
At the very least, it allows me to operate as I often have. I may be adaptable, but I've spent my life leaning on my old tricks. Having to change tactics now would teach me nothing for the future.
[ WHEN he returns, surely! ]
i didn't expect for this to be the convo where furries come up but ykw sure
[ Hugo scoffs, but for once, itās with a genuine humor. Itās wry and even a little bitter, but. ]
Well, that I have to agree with. I may not be at ease with what my Soul has does to me, but it suits the kind of work Iāve been doing for years now, itās true. Now, making the āphantomā in āphantom thiefā literal is terribly on the nose, butā¦
[ He smiles as he takes another sip of his drink with a shrug. ]
Better that than a Carnivora, though thatās just personal annoyance from home.
[ Like, with his luck, he can only assume that he would end up as a canid, which would uniquely piss him off. ]
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There's something about having lost the skill physically, but maintaining the knowledge that seemed to stick. He hadn't quite lost it yet, and probably wouldn't, now. Hell, if he practiced, he would probably be perfectly fine again, with how the soul in him seems to want to move swift, like a viper. ]
Amazing how far a little bit of respect goes, isn't it?
[ He takes the drink.
He still sniffs before he takes a sip. Tests it. Then takes another. ]
It's fortunate that you can. Though, I suspect, compared to some augmented, a respectable soul is easy to look past, isn't it?
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Respect and good manners. Honestly, the latter is what opens up many closed doors when Iām working~.
[ Thatās probably obvious to Silco at this point. Hugo is amiable in general, but heās also able to wield even that like a weapon. Heās disarming and charming, and it works to his benefitā¦ When he wants it to, at least.
He takes a sip of his own whiskey once itās poured, and he makes an approving little sound after. Not bad. This must be an area where Silco does care about finer things, surprisingly. ]
But if you mean the glamor, yes. My eyes, ears, and fangs still draw some wayward looks, but itās nothing compared to— [ He gestures with his free hand, just to show the roll of his wrist. ] Iām sure I wouldnāt even get the time of day with all of this.
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[ He knows it's true. Silco has less...focus on respectability, but plenty on respect. On being acknowledged and powerful. He cannot do that if he looks like he does corrupted. As augmented, they are others, at least like this, with his face hidden behind a glamor, he can blend in, and be one of them.
He can't, if he shows his real face. ]
They wouldn't give us the time of day. [ Resentfully. ] Though, I suppose, that is why we are lucky enough to have the souls we do.
We're the only ones that can hide in plain sight.
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[ Heās light in saying this, but itās a lie. Truthfully, he finds their ability to hide to be a great source of guilt. Despite his best efforts (and part of it he would blame of the invasive, strange process of imprinting), heās become fond of some people here. And, soā¦ He feels cowardly when he compares himself to them. They have to wear their face as an Augmented, and here Hugo is, hiding it like itās a terrible secret.
Itās a feeling he knows Silco wouldnāt share. ]
ā¦You like being a Spectral, then?
[ He thinks Silco would, but heās still curious enough to ask. ]
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[ There is truth to that. He is dead, after all. He'd died again, upon arriving here, and while that had been harrowing, had he not come out the other side? Had he not survived, in the end?
He feels no guilt, or shame, but Silco has little space for these emotions. The anger and resentment that came with being a Spectral feels... so easy, in comparison. ]
At the very least, it allows me to operate as I often have. I may be adaptable, but I've spent my life leaning on my old tricks. Having to change tactics now would teach me nothing for the future.
[ WHEN he returns, surely! ]
i didn't expect for this to be the convo where furries come up but ykw sure
Well, that I have to agree with. I may not be at ease with what my Soul has does to me, but it suits the kind of work Iāve been doing for years now, itās true. Now, making the āphantomā in āphantom thiefā literal is terribly on the nose, butā¦
[ He smiles as he takes another sip of his drink with a shrug. ]
Better that than a Carnivora, though thatās just personal annoyance from home.
[ Like, with his luck, he can only assume that he would end up as a canid, which would uniquely piss him off. ]