[ As soon as they'd landed in Neo Tokyo, Ratio had vacated from the base. The journey through Gangneung and the flight home and made it abundantly clear, beside his own desire to process his emotions privately, that the atmosphere of the base would be one that he wouldn't be able to stand.
He has never been one to wallow in self-pity or despair, though a case could be made that that was exactly what he was doing, manifest in another form. Holing up in the university he formerly worked at for his alternate identity and throwing himself into research, cutting off communication with all. But, he would argue back, at least he was being productive, and not wasting time like everyone else.
This would be where Tezcatlipoca would find him, surrounded by stacks of books, documents and paper. Clearly, he's been working for a considerable amount of time, because amount of papers strewn about could measure 4-5 days worth of work even though it'd been less since they returned. Has he even slept? No. Probably not.
He will not react when Tezcatlipoca enters the room, too focused on his research and simultaneously fatigued beyond normal. ]
[ All of this has put Tezcatlipoca in quite a mood, though it’s absolutely not for the reasons that anyone else would. They’re uniquely his, since the more moping he sees, the fouler he feels about it. It’s not as if he doesn’t expect it or understand it, since that’s just people for you, but it’s still annoying for a god that seeks out warriors and a warrior’s mindset above all else. After his attempts to talk to Ereshkigal had gone catastrophically badly, he’d decided whatever. Fine. These people needed more time to mope, apparently. He’d only give them so long before pushing, though. There was still a war to be fought.
It's what leads him out into the city. He’s not interested in being at “home” right now, so he’s taking the chance to see more of what lays outside it. And eventually, he heads to the university. A place of learning is pretty unique, after all.
It at least puts him in a better mood by the time he stumbles across Ratio. It truly is just chance that he finds him, but, hey. That’s how these things work sometimes. At home, he’d call that fate. ]
Hard at work, doc? They gave you a way harder job than mine, from the looks of it.
[ That’s how he announces his presence, and without asking for permission, he pulls up a chair to Ratio’s table. He hums out a thoughtful sound, then grabs one of the stacks that’s furthest from Ratio, and therefore presumably one that he’s not immediately using. He’s nosy and wants to see what kind of work has caught Ratio’s eye. ]
You look like shit, by the way.
[ It’s rudeness that’s easy as breathing, but he’s so casual about it that it doesn’t seem to be barbed. It’s an indirect question about the fatigue that he can clearly see. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca moves past him, and he looks between the bed and the single chair at the desk area, and he ends up taking the chair. While he has no problem intruding on Silco’s space enough to flop down on the bed, he’d rather not. He’s awake now, so he’ll sit up, basically. But as he takes his seat, Tezcatlipoca’s attention on him is sharp and displeased. ]
Watch yourself, Silco. You’re my acolyte, but that doesn’t give you the space to disrespect me.
[ It’s a formal warning, and it’s the only one that Tezcatlipoca will give. As friendly and familiar as Tezcatlipoca could be, he’s still dangerous, and he doesn’t have loyalty or attachments like humans do. Actually annoying Tezcatlipoca is dangerous, especially when he can summon a gun on a whim.
He rubs at his face lightly, then leans back as he regards Silco more flatly. He can see the energy thrumming through the man, and he’d call it anxiety. It’ll be a surprise indeed that it’s good news. ]
—Well, ya got me awake now. [ His tone slips back to informal, and he fishes his cigarettes and lighter out to set them on the desk. ] Bad news, I’m guessin’?
[ Most people would be admonished by the tone. Most people would probably apologize, or try to smooth things over, but Silco... does not. He only levels a look at Tezca, and nods. It's as much an acknowledgment as he will give, really, but hey, at least it's an acknowledgment. For most people, he would double down, bluster through, and perhaps even make it worse, but for Tezca? Well.
He has seen him rip the heart from a man. He doesn't want to be that person, necessarily. ]
Complicated news.
[ He clarifies. It isn't... bad, and in its own way, Silco had even felt a flicker of... something that was both fluttering to life and nauseating all at once. He didn't dare think about what it meant. He may have been wrong — that he could stomach; and the fact that their worlds were gone was only more motivation. (Sure, he thinks he is fine with being wrong, but Silco has never been particularly self-aware.)
No, it is the fact that he wonders how much was known by those who had kept her from him. How long had that been? Two years? Every time she manifested, it's like her spark was ripped from Kenos time after time after time.
Had it been intentional? To remind him of what he'd lost? Thought he'd lost? ]
I told you recently that I had... lost someone, yes?
[ Rhetorical, he knew that he had. ]
It turns out my assessment had been... poorly done.
[ Tezcatlipoca stares at Silco as he relays the information, but his first response is one that’s hard to read. He makes a sound that’s little more than a ”huh”, then busies himself with taking out a cigarette to light. At least in Silco’s room, he knows it’s not a problem. His cigarettes are way less pungent than what Silco smokes, so it won’t even be noticed. ]
Can’t say I’m surprised.
[ He says it as he taps a cigarette out of the pack, and his expression twists in a little frown as he realizes it’s the last one. Before lighting it, he leans back in the chair so that he can toss the carton in the trash. ]
…It was useful for you to believe otherwise, I figure. Doesn’t really matter so much now, I guess. But you know you dodged a second bullet, yeah?
[ Genuinely, he’s not sure if Silco did. But there, it was better for Tezcatlipoca to remain neutral. Whatever pitfalls people fall into, they’re not his to resolve. He’s a neutral observer, and he can guide people to better paths, maybe… But it wasn’t always a guarantee. He’s not sure if it would have worked for Silco without this kind of “intervention”, for example. ]
[ At the very least, Tezcatlipoca is punctual. He’s a little early, even, since he’d planned on setting up some of what he needed beforehand, but she’d still beat him there by about ten minutes. He laughs to himself as he sees her distinct figure since in retrospect, it does make sense that she’d be extra timely. So, he raises a hand in greeting as he approaches, since on the moonless night, it’s a little darker than normal. ]
[ Once he’s close enough to see what she’s doing, he smiles. It might seem like it’s something mocking at first, since that’s just the tenor of his smiles, but he reaches into the conbini bag he’s brought and pulls out flowers of his own. They’re all marigolds that are a deep orange, and he pulls out one stem to add to the flowers she’s just placed down. ]
Can’t add the cempasúchil to all of ‘em, since I need a few.
[ Is this a peace offering? No, it’s just whim, alas. But it’s a better start than most. ]
[ Ereshkigal only acknowledges his presence with a nod. Even though he had the courtesy of inviting her for this, she has zero intention of extending an olive branch. Last time she tried, it was too much for him to handle and he tripled down on his obnoxious behavior!! She already knows to expect at least half a dozen attempts at purposefully pissing her off. Probably just as many mocking smiles and laughter. And probably at least one "everything in the world requires sacrifice."
Sighs. What a miserable time. And all things considered, he probably only invited her in the hope her strong connection to the Underworld would facilitate his work. Still, him placing some of his own flowers on the grave is a nice touch. ]
I appreciate it.
[ She guesses every now and then, he needs to behave like a decent person lest her inability to stand his presence gets to be too much. Which obviously means: ]
Please throw your provocation at me now so I can pretend to still be surprised and accuse you of shameless behavior— And then perhaps we can move on to what you called me for.
[ She sounds very very done with all of this. ]
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[ His smile is pleased at first, but her “request” has his expression quickly twisting into a bewildered frown. ]
Huh? What, you think this is some kinda provocation? I’m serious, you know.
[ What kind of guy does she take him for???
…Is a question he already knows the answer to, essentially. He clicks his tongue in irritation as he tucks the flowers back inside the bag, then nods down the row where the pathway slopes upwards. It’s a bit counterintuitive, but being higher up suits his ritual better. There’s a reason that the Aztec temples were some of the largest structures in the world at the time. ]
You didn’t have to come. Only invited ya because I figured you’d be interested.
[ However, her instinct is correct, almost certainly. He’s bound to say something annoying eventually. It’s only a matter of time. ]
[ It's not too much longer before Tezcatlipoca will have to head out to work for the day, but honestly, he's come to enjoy his shitty little bar. His supreme annoyance at having to get a job had at least faded into a sort of warm indifference. Being a bartender suited him, so long as no one was expecting fancy drinks.
But the thing about his job is that it's definitely a later shift. SO, after some trial and error, he'd at least learned that he needs to grab a meal beforehand. In his defense, it just really wasn't something he'd ever had to consider before. It's as he's en route to the cafeteria (and hoping they have something halfway decent...) that he sees March stepping out of one of the offices. He doesn't exactly see people go in those save for LILITH staff. ]
Huh.
[ Well. He's definitely nosy enough to ask. As raises a hand in a lazy greeting as he approaches. ]
Yo. 7 Ocelotl.
[ He'll still lightly tease with how her name relates to his calendar, but knowing she might not remember, he adds: ]
I'm unarmed this time, March. No water bottles in sight.
March is clutching her camera a little closer once she's stepped out of the office, a hold that turns protective until Tezcatlipoca clarifies he's unarmed (though maybe that won't remain the case). Still, after a few seconds, she relaxes her grip a bit.
Maybe it's fine. She's going to be alert this time, regardless. ]
Did you need me for something or is this just a drive-by hi?
Which does seem to be his thoughts, since his shitty little smile turns to a displeased, but light grimace at her nickname in return. ]
What'd I say about that one? Least call me "Tez" or something...
[ He grumbles something indistinct, then sighs. No, it's not worth it. ]
Yeah, just headin' to dinner before I head out to work for the night. [ He looks at the camera, since he has some warm curiosity for it, but he focuses on the practical first. He nods to the door she'd come from instead. ] Don't see our people go in there often. Or ever, but haven't been here long. You lodgin' some complaints?
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Ah, then we’ll find something for sure. Might sound different from what you’re used to, but ballads? Eternal, seems like.
[ He keeps up the chatter while she navigates inside. The hardest part is just getting in the front door, since it’s a sharp, narrow turn into the place itself, but once they’re inside? Tezcatlipoca will at least make some room, since he’s presumptuous that way. The inside is only a few tables, and the space between them is narrow, but he just bumps one of the offending tables jammed at the interest out of the way with his hip. They’ll still stay towards the front, but not directly since if anyone comes in, it'll be the same problem.
The bartender does give him a bit of a withering look for doing so, but he raises his hand in greeting with a sharp grin. ]
Yo. Was wonderin’ if you’d be workin’ today— Don’t give me that look when I’ve brought a new customer.
[ And while he carries on for the moment, it gives her the time to look at the place. It’s very small and a little dingy, but it does have a distinctly “cool” vibe. One of the walls is really a large shelf, and it’s absolutely stuffed with rows of weathered records in their sleeves. Below it is a turntable, slowly spinning a laidback record. ]
[It hasn’t been all that long since Lilias visited a bar, and yet after the week she’s had, it feels like it’s been an entire lifetime. Despite the alien nature of the city, Trouble Peach’s dim interior is comfortingly recognizable as the modest little drinking establishment it is. Lilias follows Tezcatlipoca inside with an intent, assessing look around that gradually warms with satisfaction.
Yes—as long as the liquor is halfway palatable, this will do just fine.]
Hello, [she tells the bartender, apparently not abashed at all to be bringing a huge bird into a bar. She’s used to low-end places having pretty relaxed standards about that sort of thing.] This gentleman had some quite flattering things to say about your establishment, so I just had to come.
[He also definitely implied the drinks wouldn’t be very good, but that is what it is. Lilias glances up at her companion.]
See? Nothing to worry about, I'm here for a good time.
[ ...Which might be a little telling about why the bartender isn't totally thrilled to see Tezcatlipoca. Apparently this is a place where he has a reputation. Through from his side of things, he seems perfectly at ease with that. He takes a seat comfortably at the chosen table and starts to reach for his jacket, but then stops as he seems to realize something. A habit, maybe? ]
Ah, yeah. I like chatting, so I don't always get around to that.
[ He looks at her across the table, and though his gaze isn't overly intense, it does seem like he's potentially expecting some kind of reaction. ]
[ It takes roughly as long as Silco’s process of cleaning up the broken glass. There’s a few things that Tezcatlipoca collects from his room, since he’s managed to collect a few things since the last time this had happened. Plus. He’s trying not to think about the fact that this is a repeat occurrence. It’s not because he feels a sense of annoyance or sympathy or anything like that which could be expected from someone else.
He's not human, after all. He’s the god that will listen to people’s regrets. The smoking mirror that’s their reflection.
Of course, it’s not as if he enters Silco’s room with any of the grandeur that could be expected of such a god. He knocks, if only because he’s sure Silco has it locked, but as soon as he’s let in? He points to the cigar that he knows Silco has already pulled out. They’re close enough now that he definitely knows the man’s bad habits. More importantly, he knows how they appear in response to his emotions. ]
Nope, don’t even cut that. You ain’t smokin’ that.
[ Tezcatlipoca barges in, slipping past Silco, and sets his little bag wherever it fits. There’s a clink of glass that’s presumably a liquor bottle, and the rest doesn’t remain a mystery long. He pulls out a small bag, and reaches into it to produces something that’s doubtlessly familiar. Silco had gotten it for him, after all. ]
I’ll make the whole joint in front of ya so you don’t freak out about it. It’s my smoke this time around.
[ The cigar was already in his damn mouth, the cutter already halfway to it when he unlocked the door, his hair is slightly askance — he hasn't bothered tucking it back in — but other than that he looks like his usual self. He'd made a point of making sure he was in control after his first encounter with Sebastian, as if the prospect of him even seeing a single crack was going to be enough to worm his way in and break him apart from the inside — which obviously, it hadn't even taken effort from the demon.
He set the cigar down next to a metal "gun" (you know the one) on the table. ]
Fine.
[ He says with a tired sigh, before he sat on one of the small seats in his room. It's cramped, but it certainly looks... unused. Sterile. He hasn't bothered to improve the look of the place. He stares for a long moment, tapping a finger on his thigh, before: ]
You must think it's rather bad, to be pulling out the drugs — mild as they are.
[ He finally ran a hand through his hair, to put himself back to rights, like putting mortar over the cracks in his foundation. ]
[ With a grin to Silco first, Tezcatlipoca kicks open the doors to the warehouse with a showy, Hollywood-style flourish. It’s a bang that echoes in the wide space, but it’s somewhat muffled by the many tall rows of shelves lined with boxes. It’s a stereotypical place, but that makes it all the more exciting for Tezcatlipoca. Silco might not appreciate it, but he very much enjoys the crime movie thing they have going on here. ]
Like I said. Easy, bossman. You think they’re going to disobey unlocking the place when you put a gun to their head?
[ He reaches over to slip a finger under Silco’s holster and give it a playful snap, like he’s saying I told you it’s a good gift, but he steps in right after to start looking for switches to turn on the lights. ]
You got a thing for knives, and I get it, but c’mon. Guns are great. Nothin’ quite like holding that kind of instant death in your hands. Really gets people moving when they’re feeling sluggish.
[ He slightly jumped, when the leather snapped back into place. He reached up to rub at it, but Silco's at least dressed a fair bit more casually than usual. No tie, for one, and a simple red shirt and his usual slacks. The upgrade seems to do its magic, but he reached up to rub at it, absently. Clipped to the holster is one of his knives — he's never far from them.
The gun, at least, he'd snatched for himself, by a request from LILITH. It looked... well. Like something he would see at home, at least. A bit flashy, but... ]
If you're up close, doesn't a knife do the same pressed to their throat?
[ He asked, with a tilt of his head. Now long range... I suppose I can see the appeal.
Though, he knew the appeal. After all, his daughter carries around a portable minigun. ]
Look at this... [ He said, and reached out to peek into one of the boxes, curious. They were mostly styrofoam lined things, and his breath puffed out from the artificial chill in the place. Cold, to keep them from spoiling. ]
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※ dr. ratio
HELLO I'M HERE
He has never been one to wallow in self-pity or despair, though a case could be made that that was exactly what he was doing, manifest in another form. Holing up in the university he formerly worked at for his alternate identity and throwing himself into research, cutting off communication with all. But, he would argue back, at least he was being productive, and not wasting time like everyone else.
This would be where Tezcatlipoca would find him, surrounded by stacks of books, documents and paper. Clearly, he's been working for a considerable amount of time, because amount of papers strewn about could measure 4-5 days worth of work even though it'd been less since they returned. Has he even slept? No. Probably not.
He will not react when Tezcatlipoca enters the room, too focused on his research and simultaneously fatigued beyond normal. ]
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It's what leads him out into the city. He’s not interested in being at “home” right now, so he’s taking the chance to see more of what lays outside it. And eventually, he heads to the university. A place of learning is pretty unique, after all.
It at least puts him in a better mood by the time he stumbles across Ratio. It truly is just chance that he finds him, but, hey. That’s how these things work sometimes. At home, he’d call that fate. ]
Hard at work, doc? They gave you a way harder job than mine, from the looks of it.
[ That’s how he announces his presence, and without asking for permission, he pulls up a chair to Ratio’s table. He hums out a thoughtful sound, then grabs one of the stacks that’s furthest from Ratio, and therefore presumably one that he’s not immediately using. He’s nosy and wants to see what kind of work has caught Ratio’s eye. ]
You look like shit, by the way.
[ It’s rudeness that’s easy as breathing, but he’s so casual about it that it doesn’t seem to be barbed. It’s an indirect question about the fatigue that he can clearly see. ]
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※ silco
[ Tezcatlipoca moves past him, and he looks between the bed and the single chair at the desk area, and he ends up taking the chair. While he has no problem intruding on Silco’s space enough to flop down on the bed, he’d rather not. He’s awake now, so he’ll sit up, basically. But as he takes his seat, Tezcatlipoca’s attention on him is sharp and displeased. ]
Watch yourself, Silco. You’re my acolyte, but that doesn’t give you the space to disrespect me.
[ It’s a formal warning, and it’s the only one that Tezcatlipoca will give. As friendly and familiar as Tezcatlipoca could be, he’s still dangerous, and he doesn’t have loyalty or attachments like humans do. Actually annoying Tezcatlipoca is dangerous, especially when he can summon a gun on a whim.
He rubs at his face lightly, then leans back as he regards Silco more flatly. He can see the energy thrumming through the man, and he’d call it anxiety. It’ll be a surprise indeed that it’s good news. ]
—Well, ya got me awake now. [ His tone slips back to informal, and he fishes his cigarettes and lighter out to set them on the desk. ] Bad news, I’m guessin’?
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He has seen him rip the heart from a man. He doesn't want to be that person, necessarily. ]
Complicated news.
[ He clarifies. It isn't... bad, and in its own way, Silco had even felt a flicker of... something that was both fluttering to life and nauseating all at once. He didn't dare think about what it meant. He may have been wrong — that he could stomach; and the fact that their worlds were gone was only more motivation. (Sure, he thinks he is fine with being wrong, but Silco has never been particularly self-aware.)
No, it is the fact that he wonders how much was known by those who had kept her from him. How long had that been? Two years? Every time she manifested, it's like her spark was ripped from Kenos time after time after time.
Had it been intentional? To remind him of what he'd lost? Thought he'd lost? ]
I told you recently that I had... lost someone, yes?
[ Rhetorical, he knew that he had. ]
It turns out my assessment had been... poorly done.
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Can’t say I’m surprised.
[ He says it as he taps a cigarette out of the pack, and his expression twists in a little frown as he realizes it’s the last one. Before lighting it, he leans back in the chair so that he can toss the carton in the trash. ]
…It was useful for you to believe otherwise, I figure. Doesn’t really matter so much now, I guess. But you know you dodged a second bullet, yeah?
[ Genuinely, he’s not sure if Silco did. But there, it was better for Tezcatlipoca to remain neutral. Whatever pitfalls people fall into, they’re not his to resolve. He’s a neutral observer, and he can guide people to better paths, maybe… But it wasn’t always a guarantee. He’s not sure if it would have worked for Silco without this kind of “intervention”, for example. ]
You pissed off ‘cause you got fooled?
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※ ereshkigal
Yo. Beat me here.
( from here)
[ Once he’s close enough to see what she’s doing, he smiles. It might seem like it’s something mocking at first, since that’s just the tenor of his smiles, but he reaches into the conbini bag he’s brought and pulls out flowers of his own. They’re all marigolds that are a deep orange, and he pulls out one stem to add to the flowers she’s just placed down. ]
Can’t add the cempasúchil to all of ‘em, since I need a few.
[ Is this a peace offering? No, it’s just whim, alas. But it’s a better start than most. ]
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Sighs. What a miserable time. And all things considered, he probably only invited her in the hope her strong connection to the Underworld would facilitate his work. Still, him placing some of his own flowers on the grave is a nice touch. ]
I appreciate it.
[ She guesses every now and then, he needs to behave like a decent person lest her inability to stand his presence gets to be too much. Which obviously means: ]
Please throw your provocation at me now so I can pretend to still be surprised and accuse you of shameless behavior— And then perhaps we can move on to what you called me for.
[ She sounds very very done with all of this. ]
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Huh? What, you think this is some kinda provocation? I’m serious, you know.
[ What kind of guy does she take him for???
…Is a question he already knows the answer to, essentially. He clicks his tongue in irritation as he tucks the flowers back inside the bag, then nods down the row where the pathway slopes upwards. It’s a bit counterintuitive, but being higher up suits his ritual better. There’s a reason that the Aztec temples were some of the largest structures in the world at the time. ]
You didn’t have to come. Only invited ya because I figured you’d be interested.
[ However, her instinct is correct, almost certainly. He’s bound to say something annoying eventually. It’s only a matter of time. ]
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his magical girl transformation (gross)
she hates him even more now
-100 affection speedrun
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took out the intenstines that made him annoying clearly
may it never grow back
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But the thing about his job is that it's definitely a later shift. SO, after some trial and error, he'd at least learned that he needs to grab a meal beforehand. In his defense, it just really wasn't something he'd ever had to consider before. It's as he's en route to the cafeteria (and hoping they have something halfway decent...) that he sees March stepping out of one of the offices. He doesn't exactly see people go in those save for LILITH staff. ]
Huh.
[ Well. He's definitely nosy enough to ask. As raises a hand in a lazy greeting as he approaches. ]
Yo. 7 Ocelotl.
[ He'll still lightly tease with how her name relates to his calendar, but knowing she might not remember, he adds: ]
I'm unarmed this time, March. No water bottles in sight.
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[ You wanna tease? You wanna tease?????
March is clutching her camera a little closer once she's stepped out of the office, a hold that turns protective until Tezcatlipoca clarifies he's unarmed (though maybe that won't remain the case). Still, after a few seconds, she relaxes her grip a bit.
Maybe it's fine. She's going to be alert this time, regardless. ]
Did you need me for something or is this just a drive-by hi?
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Which does seem to be his thoughts, since his shitty little smile turns to a displeased, but light grimace at her nickname in return. ]
What'd I say about that one? Least call me "Tez" or something...
[ He grumbles something indistinct, then sighs. No, it's not worth it. ]
Yeah, just headin' to dinner before I head out to work for the night. [ He looks at the camera, since he has some warm curiosity for it, but he focuses on the practical first. He nods to the door she'd come from instead. ] Don't see our people go in there often. Or ever, but haven't been here long. You lodgin' some complaints?
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kenos krew (a toxic gc)
all this technology makes me feel old as fuck sometimes. should have noticed this before now but whatever neither of you beat me to it
look I made us a chat
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Is this something people do?
Seen anything interesting yet?
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and course I have. I know you were pissy about it but the gala was full of funny shit right
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oh ew it didn't direct link the image sorry
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me: he won't say it [a few tags later] nvm
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😑 silco
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lmao
you know that it happened. He probably said something catty about another outsider to the two of them and it happened immediately.
He will literally never learn his lesson. ]
@TYPHON
you two are really certified yappers
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[ aka set's right since he just ignores the point completely ]
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time for execution
yes please
blue tez shouting from the ether "CRINGE"
so stupid
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※lilias (from the tdm)
Ah, then we’ll find something for sure. Might sound different from what you’re used to, but ballads? Eternal, seems like.
[ He keeps up the chatter while she navigates inside. The hardest part is just getting in the front door, since it’s a sharp, narrow turn into the place itself, but once they’re inside? Tezcatlipoca will at least make some room, since he’s presumptuous that way. The inside is only a few tables, and the space between them is narrow, but he just bumps one of the offending tables jammed at the interest out of the way with his hip. They’ll still stay towards the front, but not directly since if anyone comes in, it'll be the same problem.
The bartender does give him a bit of a withering look for doing so, but he raises his hand in greeting with a sharp grin. ]
Yo. Was wonderin’ if you’d be workin’ today— Don’t give me that look when I’ve brought a new customer.
[ And while he carries on for the moment, it gives her the time to look at the place. It’s very small and a little dingy, but it does have a distinctly “cool” vibe. One of the walls is really a large shelf, and it’s absolutely stuffed with rows of weathered records in their sleeves. Below it is a turntable, slowly spinning a laidback record. ]
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Yes—as long as the liquor is halfway palatable, this will do just fine.]
Hello, [she tells the bartender, apparently not abashed at all to be bringing a huge bird into a bar. She’s used to low-end places having pretty relaxed standards about that sort of thing.] This gentleman had some quite flattering things to say about your establishment, so I just had to come.
[He also definitely implied the drinks wouldn’t be very good, but that is what it is. Lilias glances up at her companion.]
You know, I never asked your name.
[Too impatient to grab a drink, apparently.]
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[ ...Which might be a little telling about why the bartender isn't totally thrilled to see Tezcatlipoca. Apparently this is a place where he has a reputation. Through from his side of things, he seems perfectly at ease with that. He takes a seat comfortably at the chosen table and starts to reach for his jacket, but then stops as he seems to realize something. A habit, maybe? ]
Ah, yeah. I like chatting, so I don't always get around to that.
[ He looks at her across the table, and though his gaze isn't overly intense, it does seem like he's potentially expecting some kind of reaction. ]
Name's Tezcatlipoca. You?
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※ silco therapy hour part 2 (cw: light drug usage)
He's not human, after all. He’s the god that will listen to people’s regrets. The smoking mirror that’s their reflection.
Of course, it’s not as if he enters Silco’s room with any of the grandeur that could be expected of such a god. He knocks, if only because he’s sure Silco has it locked, but as soon as he’s let in? He points to the cigar that he knows Silco has already pulled out. They’re close enough now that he definitely knows the man’s bad habits. More importantly, he knows how they appear in response to his emotions. ]
Nope, don’t even cut that. You ain’t smokin’ that.
[ Tezcatlipoca barges in, slipping past Silco, and sets his little bag wherever it fits. There’s a clink of glass that’s presumably a liquor bottle, and the rest doesn’t remain a mystery long. He pulls out a small bag, and reaches into it to produces something that’s doubtlessly familiar. Silco had gotten it for him, after all. ]
I’ll make the whole joint in front of ya so you don’t freak out about it. It’s my smoke this time around.
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He set the cigar down next to a metal "gun" (you know the one) on the table. ]
Fine.
[ He says with a tired sigh, before he sat on one of the small seats in his room. It's cramped, but it certainly looks... unused. Sterile. He hasn't bothered to improve the look of the place. He stares for a long moment, tapping a finger on his thigh, before: ]
You must think it's rather bad, to be pulling out the drugs — mild as they are.
[ He finally ran a hand through his hair, to put himself back to rights, like putting mortar over the cracks in his foundation. ]
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my characters pointing a gun at each other round 2
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YELLS TEZ
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※ silco (cw: arson) (all of their threads have Crime,)
Like I said. Easy, bossman. You think they’re going to disobey unlocking the place when you put a gun to their head?
[ He reaches over to slip a finger under Silco’s holster and give it a playful snap, like he’s saying I told you it’s a good gift, but he steps in right after to start looking for switches to turn on the lights. ]
You got a thing for knives, and I get it, but c’mon. Guns are great. Nothin’ quite like holding that kind of instant death in your hands. Really gets people moving when they’re feeling sluggish.
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The gun, at least, he'd snatched for himself, by a request from LILITH. It looked... well. Like something he would see at home, at least. A bit flashy, but... ]
If you're up close, doesn't a knife do the same pressed to their throat?
[ He asked, with a tilt of his head. Now long range... I suppose I can see the appeal.
Though, he knew the appeal. After all, his daughter carries around a portable minigun. ]
Look at this... [ He said, and reached out to peek into one of the boxes, curious. They were mostly styrofoam lined things, and his breath puffed out from the artificial chill in the place. Cold, to keep them from spoiling. ]
Hm.
[ He may be considering taking some. ]
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