[ she slides into the room quietly, light on her feet. she's always been light-footed. like a ghost. she drifts over to where silco is resting. jinx gets on her knees, laying her head upon the bed. ]
[ By now, it's all healed up, but there's still blood. He hasn't had the chance to clean it off, but at least it looks like he's been patched up, and there are no more wounds. ]
Jinx.
[ There was a moment then, when that shot had rung out, where he'd realized that someone had almost — yet again tried to separate them. Was there any end to it? He closed an eye as he reached out, and put his hand on her head, gentler than he is with anybody else. ]
[ hey both know how it is. How close it is. This time he'd even backed off. He'd capitulated, and as it always was, things happened. They always happened like that.
Sometimes he wonders if it's fate, that he'll keep brushing with death, over and over and over again. Until... ]
Would it surprise you to know that I didn't pick the fight this time?
[ He's hard to read for Silco, who expects anger, or pointed opinions, and gets...
Nothing.
Somehow, that is exactly what the god of conflict likes.
Maybe it's the fact that people are annoyed with him around what he does. ]
Oh yes, quite so.
[ But not them. They're normal. ]
I'm sure he will regret it. Let's hope he put that in his memories as something to remember for the day, hm? Otherwise... he won't even know that it's coming. Or what it's for.
I know, Jinx. You're the only one who could do it.
[ Revenge. He doesn't know... He wants Daybit to suffer for the insult, but he doesn't want Jinx to get worked up into it. He's seen... how this can go south. He remembers what it was like, to suffer the effects of hubris. His soul once had nearly been consumed by this very thing.
But Jinx was smarter. Daybit weaker. He would do anything to give her what she wants. If she wants this... ]
[ There's the thing, Silco wanted her to be independent, but only so independent. He wanted her brilliant mind to be nurtured, but he still wanted his daughter to need him. His fingers twitch, just so. ]
Well.
[ It's fine. It's fine. ]
If you have it covered, I'll leave it in your very capable hands.
[ if he got shot, then she'll want to keep him out of it. though he'll be in the line of fire if it goes back to him. jinx will have to be smart. this place makes keeping secrets . . . tricky.
[ he probably won't. jinx can hear him thinking from here, but that wasn't the point. instead she'll rest her head against his still-beating heart and remember there was a time it went silent. ]
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Hey.
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Jinx.
[ There was a moment then, when that shot had rung out, where he'd realized that someone had almost — yet again tried to separate them. Was there any end to it? He closed an eye as he reached out, and put his hand on her head, gentler than he is with anybody else. ]
See? All whole.
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. . . I guess.
[ it's a laconic answer. they both know how close it can be. how luck can deal its hands. ]
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[ hey both know how it is. How close it is. This time he'd even backed off. He'd capitulated, and as it always was, things happened. They always happened like that.
Sometimes he wonders if it's fate, that he'll keep brushing with death, over and over and over again. Until... ]
Would it surprise you to know that I didn't pick the fight this time?
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How'd it happen anyway? Mr. Void doesn't seem to have . . . feelings.
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I thought so as well. I think he was trying to prove a point to me.
[ That's what he assumed anyway. ]
He managed to confront me while I was dealing with the end of the auction. Once I decided he was human... [ A gesture with his free hand. ]
He decided to shoot me anyway.
He likely thought it was how I would respect him.
[ fat chance of that now ]
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still. revenge keeps her occupied. gives her something to work on. her head spins with it. ]
Some of these dudes sure are short of a spanner in the works.
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Nothing.
Somehow, that is exactly what the god of conflict likes.
Maybe it's the fact that people are annoyed with him around what he does. ]
Oh yes, quite so.
[ But not them. They're normal. ]
I'm sure he will regret it. Let's hope he put that in his memories as something to remember for the day, hm? Otherwise... he won't even know that it's coming. Or what it's for.
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He doesn't . . . think like a normal guy. I don't think the usual stuff's gonna cut it.
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But isn't that what you're best at, Jinx? Thinking outside of the box? I can't imagine he could expect you.
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But I got to play it right. Otherwise there's no point.
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[ Revenge. He doesn't know... He wants Daybit to suffer for the insult, but he doesn't want Jinx to get worked up into it. He's seen... how this can go south. He remembers what it was like, to suffer the effects of hubris. His soul once had nearly been consumed by this very thing.
But Jinx was smarter. Daybit weaker. He would do anything to give her what she wants. If she wants this... ]
If you need anything... you have it.
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No need. I've got it covered.
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Well.
[ It's fine. It's fine. ]
If you have it covered, I'll leave it in your very capable hands.
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jinx just pats his chest. ]
You just rest up, mister.
Wrap?
[ As if Silco could tell Jinx no, even with something like this.
He'd never been good at it, but... in this, he could hardly stop her. Not when violence was singing in her blood, and she had a target.
He just had to make sure she didn't get hurt later. Doubly so, when he finds out what Daybit has cooking underneath that too-calm exterior. ]
Alright, alright. [ He will not rest, but that's because it's Silco, and he doesn't know the meaning of the word. ]
sounds good!