[ tezcatlipoca is having a grand old time laughing at every response of "silco", so. naturally he notices another piece of silco-related information that he hadn't exactly known. he at least knows to take it somewhere private. ]
so you're silco's kid huh
having him as your old man sounds interesting to put it lightly
Silco feels it, a slight void in his chest. An ache from the void left by Set. It shouldn't be there, but it still is. He should have been there, to show him the sights, show him the home he was willing to give up his mother for. Show him the home that had birthed him, and his traitorous siblings, and his son that Silco had sworn to protect in the same way he had promised to protect Jinx.
It settles like an ill-fitting weight, being back here. It shouldn't. As much as he complains about being here, it is easier than before. Easier than Zaun, even. He has Jinx, he has... other things. More than he had before, even more than they'd had in Zaun. The fractures, though, they show. He's seen it, he's noticed it. He'd seen the way she'd been revived, felt it, and he felt...
No, it couldn't be guilt. She was alive. The thing that had sent him spiraling into madness in Kenos was gone. Did she understand? How it was everything? Everything to him, that she was alive, and well, and whole. He should be grateful. He is grateful. He should be satisfied with the fact that she's alive. But he sees the way...things are different. Like the shape of who she was didn't fit anymore in what he saw. He dances around it. She dances around it. But... but... it still exists.
The agency, his desk, all of that wasn't harmed by the Imugi, thankfully. He's puffing away at a cigar, looking down at the papers before him, a drink in hand. It's normal. It's routine. It's just like always. Silco hasn't changed -- or maybe he has and he doesn't know it? -- but some things are always the same. ]
I could always give you something to do, if you needed it.
[ He offers. Maybe she's just hanging out, or scribbling on his desk, but there's something reassuring in having Jinx nearby. He works better when she is. ]
[ it feels like a dream. bounding around in her skull. everything is where it should be. the creak of the fan, the slight pungent odor that comes with the business, the shuffle of papers . . . it transports her to a different time. plays with her reality.
maybe all reality is a dream. who is to say what's real anymore? jinx is munching on one of the treats jinwoo got her. ]
I know we've only spoken the once, but Silco-san is a friend of mine. I wanted to tell you that if you needed anything then you can come to me. I know that probably won't encourage you, if you're anything like he is you'll be a suspicious bastard too. But the offer is there.
( Left where Jinx can find it is a giftbag in bright glittering colours. Inside is a new friend, along with several packets of popping candies, because she seems like the type. There's a note:
Mascot!!!
Also the sweets explode in your mouth. Be careful!!! - Vash )
jinx looks at it quizzically, prodding it with her gun before realizing it's fine. huh. a gift for her. it's . . . nice. she doesn't really know how to deal with that feeling. ]
( jinx's implant will ding with a deposit of 75,000 kryptos to her account, shortly followed by a message. )
Normally I like giving out personalized gifts, but I'll be frank, Miss Jinx, I've no idea what you might like. So hopefully this allows you to get yourself something nice -- whatever it might be.
-- Aventurine
( which is to say: aventurine knows how to wine and dine and charm people, but he also doesn't know how to express his honest thanks or express his well wishes beyond money. from the little he's seen of her at their lowest points in recent memory, he'd found that she wasn't being unreasonable, listened, and was just as pissed about the whole thing as he was.
and that meant something to him then. so: money it is.
'is it weird to just dump money on someone you've barely talked to'? probably, but aventurine knows money never goes unappreciated. )
[ megumi sends a message with screenshots of this conversation attached; ]
i believe in standing up for my friends and staying true to my word. as a matter of principle, i intend to settle matters with this person in front of Revelation Room 2. if we're neighbors, i apologise for the disturbance; i'll do my best to keep things short. for non-revelation residents, i'm sending this as a heads-up in case this causes trouble for all of us.
if you're not this person, i would appreciate knowing the truth and i apologise for the disturbance. if you are this person, you're a pathetic, weak-spined coward shamelessly picking on kids who just want a safe place to live in. have a good day.
[ It takes him a day because (predictably) Silco went full reclues, smoked like an entire crate of cigars, and had to figure out what to say / how to say it / grapple with the fact that for more than a week they were different.
And in retrospect, he hated what it had meant.
Silco doesn't often struggle with words, but he is now. Because...a lot was said and done and β ]
Hey. Feeling better?\
[ "better", as if they hadn't just been better. None of that which plagues either of them. ]
jinx was — was erased. every terrible thing, every bitter memory, every poisoned sting just gone with the wave of a hand. as if such a thing was possible. sometimes she missed powder. regarded powder. looked back on powder with such pity it makes her insides curl.
but she never thought she would hate her. this powder who had so much.
and yet.
living through the sorrow of vi's death, like a demon had clawed itself upon her shoulder and whispered that fact in her head over and over — that kept her from losing her mind completely.
she would still choose jinx over powder. she will still be this.
( The curses are once again employed as his delivery service, the more palatable ones lingering where their recipients can easily be found. Each parcel is a cheery gift bag filled with a variety of candy as well as a bento box of homemade rice balls and Geto's hand-picked, hard-won arcade plushie. The cards are hello kitty, because his girls would have liked them. Also because he's just Like That.
If Jinx thought she was getting out of the plushie rotation, well, he at least sends her one she didn't have to help him win. Meaning at some point he'd snuck off to find one for her. She gets a keychain. It's very soft. )
Jinx-san,
Thank you for all your help. I hope you get to spend the day as you deserve. I hope that involves annoying your father. Merry Christmas.
( Christmas is all about a jolly man in a red coat, right? So catch this one prancing past on his way to deliver gifts. Each person Vash knows and cares about gets a gift bag delivered to their door sometime Christmas day. Included in it is a three pack of festive donuts, because obviously, and as much candy as he can fit inside.
Jinx gets a clearly handmade carving of a woman. She has braids, and is holding a gun. He's got her reasonably down, though there's something cartoonish about the face. He's also carved her holding her other hand up in a peace sign because he's a nerd. She also gets a pair of knitted fingerless gloves that look like sharks and a pen that houses plastic sharks in a body full of water and glitter. )
Jinx!
I'm like really lucky to have met you. You're the best co-captain a guy could have. You make it easier being here. Merry Christmas!!!!
Text (from @BAD DADDY π)(I'm sorry to jinx specifically)
[ tfw her dad is going to make sure she's well equipped to do... Honestly whatever she wants. ]
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Nope! I'm all free.
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so you're silco's kid huh
having him as your old man sounds interesting to put it lightly
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Oh. You know.
It's never boring.
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HEHEHE
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1/??? cw: mental illness, violent thoughts
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new cw: violence to self
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APPX AROUND MAY 12-14
Silco feels it, a slight void in his chest. An ache from the void left by Set. It shouldn't be there, but it still is. He should have been there, to show him the sights, show him the home he was willing to give up his mother for. Show him the home that had birthed him, and his traitorous siblings, and his son that Silco had sworn to protect in the same way he had promised to protect Jinx.
It settles like an ill-fitting weight, being back here. It shouldn't. As much as he complains about being here, it is easier than before. Easier than Zaun, even. He has Jinx, he has... other things. More than he had before, even more than they'd had in Zaun. The fractures, though, they show. He's seen it, he's noticed it. He'd seen the way she'd been revived, felt it, and he felt...
No, it couldn't be guilt. She was alive. The thing that had sent him spiraling into madness in Kenos was gone. Did she understand? How it was everything? Everything to him, that she was alive, and well, and whole. He should be grateful. He is grateful. He should be satisfied with the fact that she's alive. But he sees the way...things are different. Like the shape of who she was didn't fit anymore in what he saw. He dances around it. She dances around it. But... but... it still exists.
The agency, his desk, all of that wasn't harmed by the Imugi, thankfully. He's puffing away at a cigar, looking down at the papers before him, a drink in hand. It's normal. It's routine. It's just like always. Silco hasn't changed -- or maybe he has and he doesn't know it? -- but some things are always the same. ]
I could always give you something to do, if you needed it.
[ He offers. Maybe she's just hanging out, or scribbling on his desk, but there's something reassuring in having Jinx nearby. He works better when she is. ]
sorry for the lateness!
maybe all reality is a dream. who is to say what's real anymore? jinx is munching on one of the treats jinwoo got her. ]
Like what? Building stuff?
lmaoooo no worries i have been at con! literally the perfect time!
;; <3
slowly...................................adds................ retcons...........
such is our fate
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@nice toy (a day or two after silco disappears)
want to go blow some shit up
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@ soba
I know we've only spoken the once, but Silco-san is a friend of mine. I wanted to tell you that if you needed anything then you can come to me. I know that probably won't encourage you, if you're anything like he is you'll be a suspicious bastard too. But the offer is there.
Anything at all.
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He vetted you.
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delivery!
Mascot!!!
Also the sweets explode in your mouth. Be careful!!! - Vash )
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a gift.
jinx looks at it quizzically, prodding it with her gun before realizing it's fine. huh. a gift for her. it's . . . nice. she doesn't really know how to deal with that feeling. ]
@poker
Normally I like giving out personalized gifts, but I'll be frank, Miss Jinx, I've no idea what you might like. So hopefully this allows you to get yourself something nice -- whatever it might be.
-- Aventurine
( which is to say: aventurine knows how to wine and dine and charm people, but he also doesn't know how to express his honest thanks or express his well wishes beyond money. from the little he's seen of her at their lowest points in recent memory, he'd found that she wasn't being unreasonable, listened, and was just as pissed about the whole thing as he was.
and that meant something to him then. so: money it is.
'is it weird to just dump money on someone you've barely talked to'? probably, but aventurine knows money never goes unappreciated. )
@greatvalue
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What's up?
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@kon, text.
i believe in standing up for my friends and staying true to my word. as a matter of principle, i intend to settle matters with this person in front of Revelation Room 2. if we're neighbors, i apologise for the disturbance; i'll do my best to keep things short. for non-revelation residents, i'm sending this as a heads-up in case this causes trouble for all of us.
if you're not this person, i would appreciate knowing the truth and i apologise for the disturbance. if you are this person, you're a pathetic, weak-spined coward shamelessly picking on kids who just want a safe place to live in. have a good day.
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That's not me.
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text; @BAD DADDY (post sword auction)
its more comical given the seriousness of the moment ]
If you see Daybit in the future, I recommend having something on hand to deal with him.
He has proven a loose canon.
[ HE SHOT HIM... TWICE ]
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void man shot you???
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a few days after the cure @that'shumerus
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Give it your best shot.
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@BAD DADDY; text [Day after the cures]
And in retrospect, he hated what it had meant.
Silco doesn't often struggle with words, but he is now. Because...a lot was said and done and β ]
Hey. Feeling better?\
[ "better", as if they hadn't just been better. None of that which plagues either of them. ]
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jinx was — was erased. every terrible thing, every bitter memory, every poisoned sting just gone with the wave of a hand. as if such a thing was possible. sometimes she missed powder. regarded powder. looked back on powder with such pity it makes her insides curl.
but she never thought she would hate her. this powder who had so much.
and yet.
living through the sorrow of vi's death, like a demon had clawed itself upon her shoulder and whispered that fact in her head over and over — that kept her from losing her mind completely.
she would still choose jinx over powder. she will still be this.
oh, what a poor world for everyone else. ]
Yeah. Cool.
You?
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sorry for the lateness!
https://tinyurl.com/mr3deex4
<3
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Did you steal a corgi?
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But they kept barking up a storm every time.
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text @ soba
( On the evening of the twenty-first she gets a picture of an ungodly amount of arcade tokens. )
Are you busy tomorrow?
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Donβt think so.
You wanna do the thing?
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delivery ( the 25th )
If Jinx thought she was getting out of the plushie rotation, well, he at least sends her one she didn't have to help him win. Meaning at some point he'd snuck off to find one for her. She gets a keychain. It's very soft. )
Jinx-san,
Thank you for all your help. I hope you get to spend the day as you deserve. I hope that involves annoying your father. Merry Christmas.
- G.
delivery ( the 25th. )
Jinx gets a clearly handmade carving of a woman. She has braids, and is holding a gun. He's got her reasonably down, though there's something cartoonish about the face. He's also carved her holding her other hand up in a peace sign because he's a nerd. She also gets a pair of knitted fingerless gloves that look like sharks and a pen that houses plastic sharks in a body full of water and glitter. )
Jinx!
I'm like really lucky to have met you. You're the best co-captain a guy could have. You make it easier being here. Merry Christmas!!!!
Love, Vash x.