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( open. ) masked gala

WHO: Any Outsider is more than welcome!
WHAT: The Royal Gala (citation needed)
WHERE: "Ruby Room," an event hall in Neo Tokyo.
WHEN: 10th day of September.
WARNINGS: Alcohol, potential suggestive topics, and will update as we go!

Throughout the week leading up to the event, every Outsider will have received an elaborate invitation in a wax-sealed envelope. Each letter will be relatively unique, but ultimately seems to carry the same contents:

Your presence has been summoned to the first annual royal gala, which will take place at the Ruby Room on the 10th day of September, the year 2078. Please come dressed appropriately, and do not forget a mask. While not required, depending on your dancing abilities, it is highly suggested.

- Callisto Regulus

CODED BY TESSISAMESS
Whether people attend out of a sense of obligation, out of suspicion in finding more about the event (and by extension, what it entails), or even simply as an excuse to dress up and raise ones spirits— all is welcome. While no theme is established, one could likely surmise from the envelopes that the colors of the venue will be predominately decorated in reds, black, and golds.

No matter where one looks, the entire hall has been intricately decorated. While the vast majority of the venue appears to mirror what one would see in a palace, including all the pillars and seemingly expensive items put on display, if one peer through their oculars, they will find it is designed much like ones room upgrades are: through technology. Though, a smaller percentage of some of the items appear delicately handmade, including the lace on the dining tables thanks to some assistance. It is as much the decadent scenery as one could envision, even if to some degree, it's fake. But, listen, they do technically have some sort of budget.

Additionally, as specified on the invitation, as soon as anyone walks through the doors of the venue, and have their names announced (per course of a royal celebration)— if they are wearing a mask, they will find that their identities are obscured from others. This includes their appearance and voice, which may appear blurry or slightly different to what it usually is. This is because the venue itself casts an affect on anyone wearing a mask, making them completely anonymous to one another. However, the illusion is quick to break if one just removes their mask!

Aside from the mystery of the masks, there will also be several other forms of entertainment available for the night:

1. DANCE
As with any gala, there will naturally be music and dancing throughout the night. Soft music will play throughout the venue and will include several tunes. If one doesn't know how to dance, perhaps they will have a partner who knows all the steps? If not, if they open their oculars, they will find several guides passive aggressively attached to a folder dropped to all Outsiders called "Educate yourselves" made by yours truly. They do, however, appear to be fairly good guide videos, even if they are made through AI, and may even utilize your own face? Oops.

2. GARDEN MAZE
There will be a section in another room of the venue that is labeled as being a maze. When one enters, they will find themselves surrounded by extremely tall shrubs, or what appears to be that. Instead, it is much like a virtual escape room. The point is to find the exit that will lead them back to the dance hall. However, it won't be so easy. Hopefully no one loses their partner for the night in here.

3. SECRET PASSAGEWAYS
If one explores the maze deeply, they will find that the main hall isn't the only place it leads to, instead they will discover that there are several hidden passageways that lead to secret rooms. Perhaps, it was made to provide some people some privacy. Privacy appropriate for such a demure and mindful event, that is.

4. FIREWORKS
At the end of night, there will also be a firework show. Considering that actual fireworks weren't permitted even during the festival period, it's reasonable to say there will be no real fireworks here. However, what guests will get is a VR firework show at the end of the night. Perhaps, not an entirely poor way to end it.

Perhaps, these events and how elaborate the venue is at least makes up the lack of food items. While there are food, they are kept rather simple. Maybe in light of recent events, it was decided they keep it within means. While the food may appear fancy or delicious, they will be made with what is similar to ration bars, but in varying flavors. To make up for it, the main dish, however will be a delicious mystery meat. No one knows where it comes from, or what it's made of.

There will also be several speeches throughout the night, and perhaps you may also feel inclined to make your own before a toast? Whichever the case, surely no one is here for Callisto's speeches, at least.

( ooc note: the mask prompt was approved by mods and purchased with points, but feel free to have your character remove their mask if it's not their thing! i just wanted to add in a fun surprise in the log. also, you're free to assume whatever is typically in galas to be here, so don't feel locked into anything! the most important rule of all— have fun!!!

once again, your character is free to get an invite as everyone was invited! 👍 )

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Oh no, my dear benefactor.

[ He says, with a lift of his drink, that sarcastic lilting voice ever-mocking. ] It's because I cannot stand watching the rich with so much do so little with it.

[ He doesn't even pretend that he is anything but what he is, at least. It will be easy to figure it out with about 10 seconds of looking over the "reddit" later, honestly. ]

You see, the "charity" you all seem to offer is so short sighted, isn't it? One person, one courtesy. One man's riches or luck. [ There's a reason he's the mayor of crime city. ]

My sights are far more magnanimous. [ no ] Mind, it is not this world I speak of, just as I doubt there are riches for you to offer me here, hm? And if there are, well. Perhaps then I'll be surprised.

So why would my price tag be of concern, when it's so far and away?

I would argue that is the nature of most nobles, or the rich.

[ to have a lot and do so little. to be so wealthy and not even think twice of how its utilized. yet, always desiring more. though, he supposed it was the same for power and influence, as well. ] Should that end up being a concern of yours?

[ not that callisto could argue against his own stance and what he could potentially do the greedy nobles of court. but, he doesn't necessarily venture forth in that direction. but, if there is one thing he considers, it's that the word "magnanimous" did not seem to suit this masked stranger in the least. ]

Oh? So it is an interest that lives in your world alone? [ ... ] Then, what is near that you consider "worth your concern"?

Yes.

[ Bluntly. ]

After all, I have been subjected to such people for a long, long time. You'll forgive me if I find nothing but derision for them, I hope?

[ A spread of his hands, as if he were only being reasonable here. ]

Which, of course, is why I have such... high standards. After all, nothing can compare to my home. [ A bit. ] A very distant second would be more compliance from the locals, I suppose. After all, should we complete our mission, we can all go home, yes?

[ He really is unpleasant. ]

[ it's a rational line of consideration, if just because callisto himself was no stranger to the concept of vengeance and spite. ] I could echo a similar sentiment. Not that I mistake them all for enemies, but if they aren't exactly allies, either... [ then, who was he not to correct them?

that said, he does wonder what being "subjected" to them them meant in this man's case. he feels like he senses a certain bitterness to the words, or maybe he was just assuming it as such. regardless. ]

Wow, looks like we have standards higher than royalty here. [ though, he is curious to what that entails for this stranger. ] Compliance isn't impossible. Though, with the standards from those who have brought us here... I doubt you can use the easier methods of seizing it. [ fear, for example. ]

Missing home that much? How sentimental of you.

[ though, from this conversation, he could guess he's not missing much more than material goods and power. ]

[ The first guess is correct, but the second... whew. There's more, but it makes him insane, quite frankly. ]

Before I was here, I was trapped in the middle of a war for nearly two years. Yes, you could say I am missing my home. Before I was so rudely taken, I had been in the middle of something important.

[ Holding his daughter's limp body — he'd thought there was no hope, but... but — ]

I think you are correct that the easy way of coercion is not going to be an easy path, but... [ A laugh. ] Well. [ He tipped his head now, and looked upward, ran a finger down where his lips would lie, were he not wearing a mask. ]

I've inspired beleaguered people before. This is just like starting from the ground up, but not insurmountable. I do not have to re-learn my methods, after all. I think compliance could be at least a goal. And of course, again, not one so easily delivered into my lap, hm?

Two years...? I would argue that is a typical time frame of warfare. Maybe even short by those standards. [ there's no semblance of sympathy to be found here. not that he feels like this stranger were the sort to beckon such reactions.

everything about this man, however, strikes him as being more and more suspicious. enough where he draws his own hand forward when silco's reaches up to his lips, as if he were attempting to strip him of his mask, yet his hand stops a mere inch away. ]

It makes me wonder what sort of person would say these ideas without fear of judgment. [ he has no right to, and yet callisto does. ] So you are saying that I am unable to deliver that onto your lap, and you are completely correct in that. I suppose the wine and conversation will just have to do in the meantime. [ he drops his hand, instead letting the back of his finger brush against the glass in silco's hand.

closer to a warning than anything intimate. ]

I'm afraid that you are correct, but the wars I have always fought have been under my own turf, you see. We are a besieged people, and I have not left my home for long before then.

[ He has no shame in that, in fact — it's pride. He is not worldly, but what is worldly to a zaunite? They may be on the water, and a frequent stop from Bilgewater, but a few pirates in your town does not worldly make.

Callisto reached out, and —

A flash of suspicion in his (single visible) eye when Callisto reached out. He does not snap back further, but there's a look of disdain in that single eye, as if the fact that he dared to threaten to touch him was going to draw him to violence.

His fingers tightened against the glass's stem, and he watched his fingers with suspicion. The man owns a club, he knows what to watch for, even if he doesn't spend time there — but Zaunites were often suspicious types who would hunt for advantage no matter how, and poisoning a drink was an old skill to learn. ] ]

Ah, you want to know what sort of person I am? [ A laugh. ] Are you that curious? I wonder if I should make it harder for you?

[ It's tempting, and it is not like Silco has kept his words to himself. Hell, he's said all this and more in the open, and proudly. He does not fear unpopularity, because well. He's already been drowned and asphyxiated for sharing his opinions. What could be worse. ]

Ah, but you did go through all the effort to bring me this wine, hadn't you? I suppose it would be rude, wouldn't it? To leave you in so much suspense?

[ He reached up, to peel the mask off. The eye he had hidden with his mask was normal, but the one that had stared out through the mask was a pitch black, the orange pit burned like he was using his implant at all times, glowing even in the bright lights overhead. Makeup over a scar that ran from lip to hair, and a streak of white that trailed along the same line, looking like he had been ripped half-open by something, and it had never really healed.

He smiled, scarred lips making the whole thing unpleasant. He held up his glass with a tip. ]

Is it everything you hoped for?

[ in the midst of war, he doubts the sights really remain on the mind to begin with. he presumes most men simply remember the worst of it, gritting their teeth as they retain body warmth in the winter months, or the way they're running on fumes in the summer heat. survival instincts probably dictated some semblance of disconnection, and even callisto can't say he recalls each and every sight...

... and so he doesn't think one war weights more or less than another in this case. ] I would actually argue the closer the war is to your own territory, the more trouble. [ but, he gives a brief shrug. as if he simply said something vague and arbitrary rather than anything steeped in fact. besides, there was something more important in the present. such as seeing the man behind the mask.

while he figured through their conversation, it's a face that wasn't even marginally familiar. ] Such dramatics for one face. [ he gives a sort of shrug, his arms drawing upwards exaggeratedly. ] I was beginning to think you harbored something else under that mask. For example, a magical eye that sucked the souls out of all those who gazed upon it. [ legends and old stories in ancient texts described any number of similar happenings, had they not. that, or he had expected him to be some sort of magical beast. ] But, you appear to be just as much flesh and blood as everyone else here.

You do bleed, don't you? [ he does scar at the very least.

maybe it's more than he hoped for. it's unique enough to stave off any boredom for the night at least. ]

[ When he says 'magical eye', Silco only smiles, a brief thing that seems to force itself to the surface before he tugs it back under like the undertow coming to sink and drown whatever amusement he held for that brief moment. He does not, however, confirm or deny it, he just lets that sit there, as if the idea was both not even something to comment on, but also something that he probably shouldn't comment on them.

He did enjoy the air of mystery. ]

Is it so surprising that I'm only a man? Did you think I was less? [ Now, he does take a sip of the drink, and another very brief smile. ] Or more? From what, the fact that I do not accept gifts or promises?

Are there so few men that could say no to such charms?

[ He says, with a sigh. ]

And before you ask again, yes, I very much can bleed. I am, after all, only a man.

[ truly such dramatics... or so his expression seems to say as he sweeps a curious glance once more over the man. it's almost a final sweep, as if he were attempting to kill any semblance of inquisitiveness that bubbled within him, if just because he did not want to allow the other individual the satisfaction of his interest.

even if there may have been other signs to it. much like the manner in which he continues down this line of communication. ] Do we not all want to believe ourselves as more, despite the opposite holding more truth? People do tend to overestimate themselves. [ a pointed look. ] Though, everyone knows that the man who sells himself for less are often the ones you need to keep your eyes out for.

I would say yes. Perhaps, because you're not from the empire, but the greed of a noble is nothing to laugh at. [ he says it as if it was a fact removed from himself, and yet there's a sort of bitterness to it. ] I see.

So you do not fancy calling yourself a God and Goddess as the people do here? [ people, i.e. the actual gods. ]

No.

[ He smiled, then. He watches Callisto, and does not restrain himself from doing so. It is like a shark in the water, evaluating whether someone is prey or competition. He watches his movements just as much as he does his face. Silco doesn't have to make a secret of it, but then again, his gaze only half-blinks. It's as eerie as it is gross. ]

In fact, is it not more impressive to be a man? With all the weaknesses we have? We toil, often leashed to the circumstances of our birth, a just long enough history to make an impact, with only half the ability to see the waves of change after we are gone. Many of us struggle to even survive.

For all the power of a god, there is also pride that is coupled with it. They see themselves as better, as removed. [ Can silco chill for five seconds? never ] As untouchable.

And they fall harder than a man does, when they finally succumb to that pride. I have seen it, of course. Felt how they die, and it is why I am not awed by gods.

[ Silco, it should be noted, had arrived with two of them. Go figure. ]

[ he does notice the way the other man's gaze seems to follow him. but, at the same time, it isn't the first someone has kept their eyes on him like this; court was likely just a vicious place as any. which is precisely why it's relatively easy for callisto to shrug away.

what's not so easy to brush off is the intensity of his words. there's a certain direness to it. almost as if every syllable he speaks seems to bare some grim fact rooted in some life experience callisto knows nothing of. ]

You must have been from quite the intriguing land. At home, I believed most sorcerers to be a source of mystery to me, and yet you speak so easily of gods. If I didn't know better, instead of not being in awe by them... you sound like you hold some sort of grudge.

[ ... ]

But, that couldn't possibly be the case. [ a slight wave of his hand as if physically pushing the topic away. ] Was that speech just to show off your own resilience? Is it really that special when most just seem to live because there's no alternative, but death?

[ A scoff. ]

I find them detestable creatures who favor and scorn those whom they do not. Just like people, only they have infinitely more power and prestige. Worshippers who fawn over them, and heads that can hardly comprehend what is right before them.

[ Gods existing is personal for Silco. Why? Well, you live in the literal undercity where garbage and shit get dumped and you learn to resent the idea of a godhood that doesn't even bother to turn an eye towards that. Better to be an atheist, than even more bitter — which he has plenty of it, he doesn't need more. ]

Is it so hard to believe that I hold a grudge? [ A laugh. ] I can assure you, I have seen many people give into the embrace of death when there is no alternative. [ A smile. ] I have felt it, in fact, and know that it is a lie that goads one into giving up. It takes a particularly strong person to deny it.

[ damn, that's a lot of passion.

not that callisto is particularly lacking in some ways. all he's come to believe in over the years is the authority he wields like a blade, and the blade itself. the thought of believing in some higher force in which moved the events of everyone's lives around like mere chess pieces was far from his ideal, after all. besides, could he really match the fervent beliefs of cultists, which have only further marred his perception of faith?

either way— ] Is that not your way of saying the world and its gods can all simply burn? Not that I necessarily disagree with your stance. I have often considered much the same. [ emptying out the royal coffers, letting people plan their rebellions as he simply goes out seeking one war to another. but, he doesn't put this in words for now. if it's bitterness, callisto is no stranger to it. ]

You've also felt it...? Well, I presume to look the way you do, life likely was not particularly kind. [ more so in the state of his eye than anything else. he also presumes the longer one lives, the more grudges they bare, and the more hate they harbor. it's not meant to be a testament of appearances alone, if just as callisto could relate to the man on some level.

though he wouldn't go as far to think they were similar. ]

Hah.

[ It's a funny way to phrase that, given how often he had said exactly that so often back before he had arrived here. ] You're correct on both accounts.

The only thing I have muster to care about is my people, who are not of this world, and thus... [ A shrug. Dismissive. ]

Gods of all these other worlds? Can simply pass on, if they wish, or do what they will, but if they expect adoration from me? They are fools.

[ Maybe Set and Tezca could have an exception. But he won't voice that one. ]

It's interesting. Most men that I have met have had nothing but adoration for gods. What kind of man considers the same? Especially one who... [ He gestured, outward. ] Favors settings like this? I figured you would be the type to be favored by them.

[ since the distinction isn't made, he could very well presume, this also includes the gods and goddesses of this place. he doesn't pretend to comprehend where the man comes from, the source of his ire, or anything of the sort.

instead, he only focuses on the fact that they seem to echo similar sentiments. ] Is this a conversation you breach with "most men"?

If I am favored by them, it's certainly the first I've heard of it. I do not think my survival hinged on their help, at the very least. [ he shrugs. ] Perhaps, precisely because I am in the position I'm in that I feel the way I do. Have you considered that?

I don't think you consider yourself most men, do you?

[ It's said with a wry little laugh. No, he seems...intense in his own way. Perhaps that's why Silco's tongue is loose and he keeps going, or maybe he's just having fun poking and prodding the man to see where he goes and what he brings up. There's something to be found in the conversation at least, or he would have walked away.

Then again, Silco likes being a little antagonistic, and anyone who lets him means he's just going to keep going.

Which means Callisto might get this distinct... "honor" again. ]

Have you fought for what you have? [ He wondered out loud, his fingers drug across his lips in consideration. ] Perhaps it is that the higher powers want to watch you toil. I have heard of some that favor conflict and toil over merely blessing them. [ A wry laugh. ]

Or perhaps there are none — there are not where I am from [ He says, an ignorant man who does not have a perception of Runeterra's... everything. ] — and your survival has always hinged purely on only your on mettle.

[ that isn't a false perception by any accounts. the fact that they can exchange these words comfortably probably speaks volumes to what type of men they are on both sides. it's true he doesn't consider himself as "most men" for a variety of reasons... ]

Does everyone not fight for what is rightfully theirs? [ not that callisto doesn't comprehend the concept of privilege. there is no mistake of him being the wealthiest individual in the empire, and the crown prince. however, it hadn't been without a cost. as to whose cost... ]

The more you are set to have, the more envious those around you are, and in turn the more they desire to covet what is yours. [ maybe he doesn't see silco as being much different than a sense. but, silco on the opposite end, also seemed to have much to lose. he couldn't see why else, he'd feel the way he does. ] Then comes the conundrum of how far you'll go out of spite and the want for retribution.

But, if the higher powers desire us to toil, then I would be fine wringing their necks myself. [ assuming they existed, but he callisto doesn't really care about all of that. ] So it's fortunate they don't exist. I already have a long list of enemies, as I am sure you also have no shortage of.

[ going off of behavior, callisto eyes silco again, before ... really only feeling justified in his words. sorry... ]

You're correct.

[ He says, and it's said with little resistance to the statements. Of course those with everything would do anything to keep it. He'd seen it time and time again. They wouldn't put their own children in the mines, but if they were to turn the other way when Zaun's children were, why. That was all for the better. ] I've been on the receiving end of an iron-grip. Those in power will always do anything they can, with their often limitless resources, at that.

[ That was the difference, wasn't it? At least for Silco. He saw the innumerable easy or inherited resources as a crutch, something they had become dependent on. Maybe there was the rare breed that knew how fragile it all was, but... he had yet to find or respect them.

Then again, he's got the air of someone who doesn't respect anybody as it is.

It's obvious in the way he looks at Callisto, his eyes sweeping up and down to take in the details. It doesn't shock him, nor does it seem to put him on the defensive. It's interesting. ]

Anyone who claws their way from nothing is dangerous, after all. Enemies are expected, whether one is on the top... [ A gesture with his glass at Callisto. ] Or the bottom. Particularly when playing nice isn't the first thing on our minds, hm?

Limitless, is it? I suppose it could appear that way. But, I assure you there is nothing truly limitless in this world. Even the royal family's coffers have a point in which they can be emptied.

[ callisto doesn't shy away from the way silco's eyes him from head to toe. instead, his posture seems all the more rigid and straight, as if there was no single hint of reservation. he puts on the front as he always had of being a royal, of commanding respect, even when he knows not to anticipate it coming easy.

the thing about respect is that unlike the title he bears, he didn't come quite so easily. nobles would often stand in his presence, he could see fear, but it didn't mean he had the their respect or loyalty. no, it was quite the opposite. ... and so he has zero such expectations. even in front of silco. all the more if just due to the fact that this wasn't the empire and his title here was as useless as everything else. ]

A life full of enemies... they really make it worth living. [ entirely sarcastic, if just because being at the receiving end of assassination attempts were incredibly tiring. ] I don't know about you, but I have always played "nice." I am the most magnanimous man in the empire, after all. [ he lifts a hand up, gesturing to the venue, as if he were doing onto everyone a huge favor.

in reality, he didn't think much of it. ]

[ To Silco, they were limitless, because profits were involved. To be fair, the people he thinks of are specifically Piltovans, who would drown Zaun in money in the form of bullets and Enforcers if it meant they kept their grip on the undercity.

So his downturned lips turn down even further, the look drawing more dour by the minute. Even moreso when he says he is magnanimous. ]

Hah. Is that it? Nice?

[ His lip curled. ] I would rather a life full of enemies than friends. After all, you know where you stand with an enemy, even if you must... cooperate — there is no question as to what will happen if you turn your back.

Friends? They will cut you down the moment you become inconvenient. Or difficult. Friends are enemies whom haven't declared themselves as such.

So playing nice is only a game to play along, isn't it? Keep them guessing as much as you do. [ A beat. ] Unless you actually believe in it?

[ he can only envision how the world may appear through silco's own eyes and despite the clear differences in which side they may label themselves closest to... the world itself didn't seem so different. either way, it didn't matter much when its clear that the two of them seemed just as attached to their convictions.

much like now. the rhetoric colorfully painted by silco is one he knows all too well. those who operated under the guise of a lover, family, or friend... were just as much capable of the same savagery as one's enemies. except, not every single individual had such a conscience to be aware of it. wasn't it the same for his own younger brother. no more a coward and puppet from the current empress. or even his father who is aware of every single assassination attempt against his life and who seems to be just as blind to his existence as any. even calling him a father was a bit... unpleasant. ]

Are you fretting for my sake? [ a joke. once more, not particularly funny, either. ] I am quite aware of betrayal, whether by family, friends, or anyone else. You do not need to waste your breath on such things. What I trust is in my own intuition.

[ if because it's the one thing that hadn't failed him yet. ]

Only I get to decide whether it ends at playing along to some game, or something less. [ or, whether it ends in someone's death. it wouldn't be the first time he's come to such a conclusion, even without much prompting. ] Is it not the same for you?

[ He chuckled softly. ] Smart, then.

Do you know how many people do not believe in that? Not until it happens to them.

[ In the coldest of nights, he dreams of it. Hands wrapped around his neck, water rushing in from all sides, trying to fight for air only to feel lungs filled with cold, polluted water; acrid pain from an open wound and toxins melding.

He stared at him for a long moment, all of that humor gone, only the intensity is left. The scar looks healed over with makeup, but nothing can really hide that eye. ]

It is the same for me, and personally? I'm tired of playing their games. [ A twitch of his lips, half between a smile, and something a touch more sharp, like a fanged monster somewhere in there. ] Unless there's a true advantage, of course.

Rare to find, I think. Especially with stakes like the ones here.

[ in the empire, he found it difficult for people who could echo his sentiments. while this could simply be chalked up to the clear fact that he never sought such an individual out, nor could he trust a majority of individuals in his closest proximity, but that... to a degree he was disinterested in what most had to say. he didn't necessarily all who took to his side did so from charity. whether they followed him in fear, or whether they believed his rule would bring prosperity to the empire could have been anyone's guess.

this man before him may have come from different origins, but he believed the same. if that wasn't evidence enough that not only his world was entirely set for ruin, but that everyone other one as well... then he doesn't know what is. regardless of what this could mean in the grand scheme of things, it is intriguing to see what this man really desired at the end of it.

then again, did callisto even know what his future entailed? he doesn't pretend to, at least. ] I can see why this place is disagreeable for us both. [ is it that disagreeable to him, though? callisto has to think about this, but he doesn't actually manage to. ]

Then I suppose we will simply live on trusting nothing and working towards our own goals. Whether that leaves this world to destruction or not. I must say this has been a riveting conversation. Had I known there were individuals like you out there...

Why, I might have warned my guests. [ but, he doesn't seem threatened as much as he seems to find it amusing. at least, like the man said, he knows exactly where they stand, and as he surmised earlier...

it makes him all the more reliable for the future. ]

[ Silco laughed, it's something soft, a little bit like a mean chuckle, his eyes rolled. ]

Would you? That takes all the fun out of this.

[ Out of what? He doesn't, but he doesn't think he has to, really. Callisto seems the type to promise one thing, and dole out the other. Silco can appreciate that, game recognizes game, after all. ]

I'll make sure that next time I come without announcing my presence, hm?

[ A twitch of his lips, and a tip of his glass, like he was jauntily saluting him. ] Give you that plausible deniability that goes so far for men of prominence.

[ With that, he downed the last of his drink, before he dropped it off on a passing staff's serving plate. His mask slipped back over his face — but that eye still stared outward, unblinking. Now that Callisto's seen him without, it's difficult to miss it. He'd covered one, but not the one that mattered. ]

Speaking of, why don't I leave you to said guests? There's a few warnings for you to dole out, after all. The night is young.

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