WHO: Tezcatlipoca & Others WHAT: 2025 catch-all time baby WHERE: all over WHEN: all times WARNINGS: threads will include content warnings where appropriate!
[ It’d taken more than a little convincing from the locals to get Tezcatlipoca to take a seat at the tables set up for writing the greeting cards. He had plenty of excuses/complaints on hand, ranging from “c’mon, it’s cold” to “what the hell, it’s not even my new year”, but eventually. He’d given in. Being given some sake to drink while he worked certainly helped.
Yet, as soon as he commits to it, he finds that the words come out easily. It’s definitely suspiciously so, but when it comes to honesty, he doesn’t mind that. Tezcatlipoca is many things, but dishonest isn’t one of them, even as a trickster god. The first few come out easily, since there’s some people he can earnestly give new years wishes towards. But whether it’s just him getting a bit more pensive or the sake pushing him towards that…
By the time Ereshkigal finds him, he’s spinning the pen in one hand and taking a drink of sake with the other. The card only has a name at the top, and it’s scrawled almost hurriedly. ]
Daybit—
[ …And that’s as far as he’s gotten in the past few minutes. Even just writing his name, he already feels like this is a stupid thing to do. ]
[ Ereshkigal wrote all of her cards and wishes from the relative warmth of her office in the local cemetery. No way she agreed to sit down and write such personal things in front of everyone. Nope nope nope, thank you!
But she came back to send the cards, and that's when she catches sight of Tezcatlipoca. T-They convinced him? He's really mellowed out, hasn't he? He should be careful, at this rate they'll select him to be the next Santa if he is ever summoned by Chaldea! Still, she approaches him and notices the name he appears to be stuck on. ]
... That's your Master, isn't it?
[ She remembers him mentioning the name a couple times. But she's fairly certain he's not here. Does that mean he's writing new year wishes for him even though there is no way he'll ever receive this card? That's...
That's so romantic! Not that Tezcatlipoca even realizes how adorable this is, she figures. Typical oblivious god. ]
[ To be fair, even if they’re earnest, his new year’s greetings aren’t exactly personal, or at least not in the way she was concerned about enough to want privacy. Sitting on the top of his little stack is one addressed to Silco, for example, and it clearly wasn’t so much of a struggle.
Happy New Year, asshole. Don’t kick the bucket this time around either, since I’m dragging your ass to Mictlampa once you finally bite the dust.
…Which, granted. That’s certainly the brusquest of them, but still.
He glances up when Ereshkigal approaches and clicks his tongue in what seems like irritation. In reality, it’s closer to embarrassment… But there’s at least a smidgeon of an actual sourness, since he has a correction to make first. ]
Sure, technical term’s Master, but I don’t subscribe to that shit. He’s my priest, if anything.
[ This is definitely not the reason why she asks, but he feels the need to correct it anyways. He really does dislike the term, since the implication doesn’t apply to gods at all. In his opinion, anyways. Tezcatlipoca grumbles indistinctly, then takes another drink of his sake. He completely misunderstands why she’s asking, naturally, since her rosy interpretation doesn’t occur to him as a possibility at all. ]
If you’re lookin’ for weakness, don’t bother. Even besides my “no spoilers” policy here, guy doesn’t have any.
[ She sighs and shakes her head before sitting down across from him. Ereshkigal knows his opinion on the term "Master" and she even agrees with him, but priest? That's wishful thinking if she's ever seen it. ]
You're not doing him any favor by not acknowledging the existence of his weaknesses, you know?
[ She's not going to argue if he insists this Daybit truly has no weaknesses - that's not why she's here - but that's quite simply a foolish statement. Perfection does not exist, therefore all who live have their own flaws and weaknesses. Even her beloved little grape does - why, especially her beloved little grape. And it's in part from those weaknesses she draws her strength and willpower. ]
But that's not why I'm asking. [A small smile.] You answered his call and stayed, even if that meant fighting against human order. It takes someone special to earn a god's favor like that - yours no less.
[ He scoffs and waves a hand to the topic of Daybit’s weaknesses, since it’s not like he truly believes that Daybit doesn’t have any, but they’re certainly in much shorter supply than others. The weaknesses that most people would hold are just patched over by Daybit’s extraordinary circumstances more than anything he’d intentionally done.
However, even if he was inclined to explain that, her clarification stops the thought. He looks surprised for a moment, but it’s quick to shift to a wry smile. ]
Oh. Yeah. Guess that curiosity makes sense too.
[ Uniquely so, at least compared to someone like, say, Izou, because he and Ereshkigal are fundamentally different beings. Their divinity makes them fickle—or at least that’s how most mortals would see it. It truly does take something remarkable to catch their attention and heed a summoning, and it’s especially true in Tezcatlipoca’s case where he has the Authority to refuse the Counter Force outright.
He laughs again, but it’s not dismissive this time. It’s a little fonder and has humor in it, since the memory of his summoning is funny to him nowadays. ]
Well, answering the call itself, that was just curiosity, plain and simple. It’s crazy to summon me in the first place. Crazier that he actually figured out a way to do it. Figured the least I could do is see what kinda guy would have the balls to ask Yaotzin for help.
[ He starts to pour a bit more sake in the cup automatically, but after a moment’s consideration… He remembers Callisto’s birthday party and changes his mind for his intention there. He was going to offer it to her, but no. Never again. ]
Shot him in the gut for the trouble. [ He raises his now full cup to take a casual, punctuating drink. ] But he didn’t back down at all. Still wanted me for his plans. How could I not offer favor in the face of that?
[ It’s all true and definitely feels like Tezcatlipoca and his brutal whims, but it probably also doesn’t seem like it’s only that. Would that be enough favor for him to be pondering over a sentimental card like this? ]
[ ... This should be surprising, yet somehow this sounds accurate. Of course he would try to kill his summoner. No wonder mages have given up on trying to get help from divine spirits if that's what happens whenever a summoning is successful! Once in a blue moon you summon a god, and the jerk kills you for your trouble.
Sighs. She hates her kind so much. ]
No command spell?
[ When your Servant tries to kill you, that's kind of what it's there for. Now sure, she's not sure a single command spell could force temporary absolute obedience from divine spirits like them, let alone kill them... But using all three at once should do the trick.
She's not sure if not using them even in such a situation is stupidity or courage. Or maybe it's desperation. You'd need to be desperate to try and summon Tezcatlipoca to begin with. ]
I don't suppose that's all it took for you to take a liking to him.
[ Yet again, seeing how he likes Silco... His standards are abysmal, aren't they? ]
[ His retort is sly and dangerous, and it’s easy to believe that Tezcatlipoca would not respond well to someone attempting to use Command Spells on him. Though in reality, it had been different logic entirely. They were simply a valuable resource that Daybit had to save.
Tezcatlipoca laughs with a little shrug as he sets the sake down. He’s got a pretty high tolerance, but he’ll still take it easy. He wouldn’t want to come off as nervous about the topic either. ]
So, yeah, easy as that for me to like the guy. [ In some ways, he’s simple, maybe? But he shakes his head as his shitty smile softens marginally. ] But to be thinking about this damn card? He impressed me plenty after, that’s for sure. What does Chaldea even think of him? I figure he’s got a rep, since he’s a weird guy.
I don't know, I was waiting to be summoned when I got here.
[ Didn't she mention that before? She wasn't even aware of that whole Lostbelt business before talking to him. Well, she'd figured more Beasts would appear to try and destroy (challenge) humanity... After two Beasts had attacked back to back, it had been unavoidable. She hadn't had a clue that Lostbelts would end up involved. ]
But knowing her, Ritsuka has probably no preconceived ideas about him. That's the kind of person she is. No matter how evil or weird you appear to be, she'll treat you with the same respect and decency she would anyone else.
[ O-Oops, that's supposed to be his time to ramble about his Master, not hers! Speaking of which, after what he's said-- She smiles. ]
It sounds... You must like him a lot.
[ Maybe even... The forbidden word... The other l-word... Love! ]
[ He makes a light noise about her waiting, since he’d picked up on that detail and it definitely wasn’t the player that forgot nope that would never happen,,,, but he’s more surprised that she and Izou hadn’t chatted about it. But, hey, works for him. He’s not going to encourage it, considering. Even if Ritsuka might be forgiving, that doesn’t mean her Servants would be.
…Which is ironic, considering. He huffs out a laugh, because this is easier to speak to than her other statement. ]
Sweet idea. Can see why you like her if that’s the case. [ not the uno reverso… ] But I can guarantee it’s a waste of time for Daybit. Not because he’s a bad guy, but that just won’t mean anything to him.
[ He knows how Daybit’s mind works better than anyone else, after all. His expression softens in contemplation, because that touches on her assessment. He knows Daybit would discard such kindness, but it’s not because he’d want to. It’s just the silent tragedy of his situation. There would just be more important things to keep than that.
Tezcatlipoca looks back to the barely written card, then sighs as he taps the pen against it. He’s quiet for a few moments longer as he just looks at it, but when he ends up speaking again, it probably feels like he’s trying to change the topic. It’s just a context to better answer her question, though. ]
I told you this place wasn’t my first world-saving rodeo, right? Met Set and Silco there. But didn’t get into the stakes of it.
[ the absolute irony of the one other thread I've tossed into this post ]
[ Silco has probably noticed that Tezcatlipoca has been more absent lately. It's not like he's hiding or less social, since it's still easy to catch him chatting easily in person or on the network, but he's just not around like he usually is. Since they're neighbors, his comings and goings are a little easier to track, and thus it's easy to guess that Tezcatlipoca has just picked up more shifts at work. It's what his patterns perfectly coincide with.
The usual assumption would be that Tezcatlipoca is trying to make more money, since he certainly knows how to spend it, but. His hard work very much coincides with something else of note. It's right after Ereshkigal's public "help" and thus Tezcatlipoca's very public rejection. Things hadn't exactly improved in subsequent days.
But he's fine. Really. He's a god, and a god of impartiality at that. Bad luck has always been his best friend, so he can't exactly say he's surprised by any of this.
...
It's late enough at night that it counts as early in the morning that Silco gets a text. ]
[Well, it's not like Silco isn't aware of what happened. He makes a habit of keeping an eye on things, and when Daybit had arrived, it really wasn't easy to miss. Though, Silco isn't by habit a supportive person, so things continue as normal.
He thinks Tezcatlipoca can handle himself, after all. He's a god.
It's not like he's going to need Silco to help. He might swing by the bar here and there, but that was it. Just to keep an eye on things. Also because he hasn't been around as much and Silco's grown... Used to his presence. (It's OK Silco, you can say he's a friend.)
He is up, though. Unsurprisingly. Tezcatlipoca knows he keeps late hours. ]
Of course I'm up. What is it?
[ He'd almost asked if he wanted more money but he's NOT opening up that door. ]
[ Does Silco believe that... Luckily, it doesn't matter, because Tezcatlipoca is coming to visit anyways. It's a sign of their odd friendship.
It’s only ten minutes or so when there's a knock on Silco's door, but assuming that he already unlocked it to keep the thread moving, Tezcatlipoca lets himself in before Silco can answer it. And, as if the texts themselves weren’t obvious, Tezcatlipoca is wasted. He stumbles in and looks generally disheveled.
There’s reason to immediately doubt his story about a couple shots at closing, since Silco does know Tezcatlipoca. They’ve had drinks together many times, and he’s even seen the god buzzed once or twice, but that made it clear in turn. Not only does he have a high tolerance, but he the same as he usually is. This is a rather stark difference. ]
Silcooooo. I feel like shit!
[ But, you know. At least he’s pleasant and happy when he’s wasted, apparently. His speech is slurred, but there’s also a note of an accent in it that’s usually absent. It doesn’t ring as familiar, but when he’s this far gone the translation process from Nahuatl to their common tongue isn’t quite as easy. ]
[ Truly, he's seen Tezca buzzed on both alcohol and shimmer, and neither one has ever left him looking like a true drunkard like this. Tezcatlipoca looks worse than he sounds, actually, and when he stumbles in, Silco will actually slide the bottle he'd had sitting on his cramped little couch (replacing the old desk and chairs) towards him. Just in case.
Clearly he doesn't need anything else tonight.
Silco might, though.]
Shots, was it? You look like you drank a few bottles.
[ Tezcatlipoca just laughs cheerfully as he's insulted, and he even waves a hand at those bottles as they're pulled away. At least he also understands that he shouldn't have any more... But his decision is probably worse (in Silco's opinion) because rather than take another seat or even steal a bed, Tezcatlipoca plops down on the couch right next to Silco. ]
Ha, no way. S'long as I got this human vessel, that'd totally kill me. And that's be fuckin' lame. Imagine, a god, killed by booze... That's more Birdie's style...
[ The last part is murmured absently as Tezcatlipoca reaches up to his hair to put it up into a ponytail... Only to find that there's a hairtie there already. It's just so loose and messy that he'd forgotten. He chuckles again, then gets to work just re-securing that one. ]
Been workin' too much. So, one thing led to another, and bam, we're clearin' out inventory.
[ Thankfully, the couch is just big enough — or maybe it's that Silco's particularly small — but he shook his head, and went about pouring his own drink, keeping it in the hand on the opposite side of Tezcatlipoca, just in case.
He watched him for a long moment, curious. ]
Birdie's style is getting killed by me. [ Just a little bit put upon in tone, but he takes a sip, because this isn't really about Birdie, it's about Tezcatlipoca, who is clearly having a time right now.
He can guess. ]
I noticed you've been working more. You never really were the workaholic type like I was.
Surely you don't need funding that bad these days, do you? There are two of us now.
[ Once Daybit and Tezcatlipoca are stable from their extremely dangerous scuffle, they’ve also been placed under a strict watch. Or, well. Tezcatlipoca has. Since MuramasaTasuke had seen the whole thing, it also meant the instigator was completely clear and of little surprise to anyone.
At least Tezcatlipoca is thoroughly unable to do much. Even the almighty god is limited by being down a leg without a prosthetic to replace it. Sure, he could just don his armor where he already has one, but… He doesn’t want to drain Daybit’s energy at the moment. He would never admit that this is why.
However, out of everyone that could get this task, Tezcatlipoca is perhaps unhappiest with his current assignment. He’s been scowling at Silco like he wants to say something, but no matter how he engages in conversation, it doesn’t go away. He has something on his mind, and he’s mulling it over the entire time.
...But he comes to the same conclusion as Daybit. No matter what he does, Silco is going to be pissed off about it and probably at him. So, sure. Fuck it. ]
I miss you when you were insane, man. This you is so fuckin’ boring.
And this "you" is causing so much trouble that I nearly had a heart attack.
[ So there. See? They both can play at this game, and suffer through these odd "versions" of one another. Silco was put on duty first, because, as someone had put it — he knows the both of them, so he might as well look after the dangerous one. Although... if Tezcatlipoca would do that to Daybit, perhaps he was more in danger than most.
He sighed, and took a chair, crossed one leg over the other. From the inside of his vest, he pulls out a flask. At least, at the very least, Silco was still a functioning alcoholic at heart. ]
So? Are you going to do the same thing to me that you did to Daybit?
[ It’s an exaggerated groan, but he really does feel the wrongness of Silco’s behavior down to his bones. Sure, he’d had the thought of letting them just be. He still does, a little, because if this Silco is less haunted by his (often self-inflicted) demons, then why interfere? He could find some peace that Tezcatlipoca feels like Silco would otherwise have to wait until his next life to experience.
It’s selfish, honestly. Luckily it’s so perfectly in his domains that he doesn’t have to worry about a kickback out of bias, but this just isn’t Silco. He might be happier, but he misses his curmudgeonly acolyte. ]
I wish you would have a heart attack. Maybe it’d wake your ass up.
[ He holds his hand out expectantly as he rudely “asks” for the flask. ]
But no, I’m not gonna shoot you. I want to just because I’m pissed off, but wouldn’t do anything. You’re not as tough as Daybit, so you’d probably actually die.
[ Said with all of the knowledge that only a... fatherly individual could have. Also one that did not know about the weird angels living in his body. See, he didn't know about them normally, so there was literally no reason for him to make up a reason for them to exist. ]
And here you are, shooting him.
[ He looks down at the leg, and then back up at him. Should he give him the flask? No. He really, really shouldn't. But... maybe there's a little of the old Silco somewhere in there, or probably there's a little bit of sympathy over the leg, because... he hands it over. ]
You could kill me as easily as you could kill him, and yet here you are. Persisting. Going on and on about this nonsense. Now I have to be here, watching over you.
And? I would shoot an actual kid. I don’t give a fuck.
[ That’s not Silco’s point, but this really does make his skin crawl. That tone in Silco’s voice has a certain implication, and if what Tezcatlipoca is reading between the lines here is accurate… Man, they’re both going to shoot each other again once this wears off out of embarrassment, frustration, or both.
So, before Silco can change his mind after that charming comment, he takes the flask. Silco might expect him to chug it with his temperament (and his reputation that he’s unaware of), but he just takes a simple sip. ]
…At least your taste is still the same. Sucks. [ (fond) ]
[ He passes it back to Silco with a frown and a roll of his eyes. ]
Yeah, yeah, keep lecturing me and I might change my mind. You usually know better than to lecture a god.
[ it really is a sign that Silco isn't himself, in that his lips purse.
Normally, would he care? Not at all. right now? He gives him a look as if to say that this whole proposition is ludicrous and Dangerous on top of that. ]
Oh yes, delusions of grandeur too. [ He reaches out for his flask of shitty whiskey, thank you very much. If you hate it, then give it back. ]
I know your parents were foolish for giving you such a grandiose name, but perhaps they could have instilled in you a sense of humility along with that for good measure?
[ no... ]
I'm looking forward to things going back to normal, so I won't have to listen to the lot of you going through these crises.
[ This is exactly why he had to go confront Daybit about all of this instead of Silco. He can feel his temper rising with the ridiculous ways that Silco dismisses him, but as tempting as it is to summon his gun to his side again… No. He can’t. Though he’d never want to accept it, Silco is just a guy, so his likelihood of surviving is way lower than his alien-infested Master. ]
You’re gonna eat those words, man. When you realize you’ve been all kissy with Verg especially, don’t come cryin’ to me.
[ At least in this case that’s truly not his fault or even his influence, but he’s sure that Silco can twist it somehow… ]
Yes, I'm sure I will be very upset to learn that I've been spending time with Vergilius. [ that's literally a normal thing. ] You would think with the way half of you are acting, that we haven't been dating for nearly a year.
[ because you haven't, you idiot. It's much weirder and worse than that. ]
[ He sighs, though, as if put upon that he has to explain something like this to Tezca of all people. ]
I knew Daybit's father, so when he passed... I took him in. It was the least I could do.
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Yet, as soon as he commits to it, he finds that the words come out easily. It’s definitely suspiciously so, but when it comes to honesty, he doesn’t mind that. Tezcatlipoca is many things, but dishonest isn’t one of them, even as a trickster god. The first few come out easily, since there’s some people he can earnestly give new years wishes towards. But whether it’s just him getting a bit more pensive or the sake pushing him towards that…
By the time Ereshkigal finds him, he’s spinning the pen in one hand and taking a drink of sake with the other. The card only has a name at the top, and it’s scrawled almost hurriedly. ]
Daybit—
[ …And that’s as far as he’s gotten in the past few minutes. Even just writing his name, he already feels like this is a stupid thing to do. ]
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But she came back to send the cards, and that's when she catches sight of Tezcatlipoca. T-They convinced him? He's really mellowed out, hasn't he? He should be careful, at this rate they'll select him to be the next Santa if he is ever summoned by Chaldea! Still, she approaches him and notices the name he appears to be stuck on. ]
... That's your Master, isn't it?
[ She remembers him mentioning the name a couple times. But she's fairly certain he's not here. Does that mean he's writing new year wishes for him even though there is no way he'll ever receive this card? That's...
That's so romantic! Not that Tezcatlipoca even realizes how adorable this is, she figures. Typical oblivious god. ]
What is he like...?
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Happy New Year, asshole. Don’t kick the bucket this time around either, since I’m dragging your ass to Mictlampa once you finally bite the dust.
…Which, granted. That’s certainly the brusquest of them, but still.
He glances up when Ereshkigal approaches and clicks his tongue in what seems like irritation. In reality, it’s closer to embarrassment… But there’s at least a smidgeon of an actual sourness, since he has a correction to make first. ]
Sure, technical term’s Master, but I don’t subscribe to that shit. He’s my priest, if anything.
[ This is definitely not the reason why she asks, but he feels the need to correct it anyways. He really does dislike the term, since the implication doesn’t apply to gods at all. In his opinion, anyways. Tezcatlipoca grumbles indistinctly, then takes another drink of his sake. He completely misunderstands why she’s asking, naturally, since her rosy interpretation doesn’t occur to him as a possibility at all. ]
If you’re lookin’ for weakness, don’t bother. Even besides my “no spoilers” policy here, guy doesn’t have any.
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You're not doing him any favor by not acknowledging the existence of his weaknesses, you know?
[ She's not going to argue if he insists this Daybit truly has no weaknesses - that's not why she's here - but that's quite simply a foolish statement. Perfection does not exist, therefore all who live have their own flaws and weaknesses. Even her beloved little grape does - why, especially her beloved little grape. And it's in part from those weaknesses she draws her strength and willpower. ]
But that's not why I'm asking. [A small smile.] You answered his call and stayed, even if that meant fighting against human order. It takes someone special to earn a god's favor like that - yours no less.
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However, even if he was inclined to explain that, her clarification stops the thought. He looks surprised for a moment, but it’s quick to shift to a wry smile. ]
Oh. Yeah. Guess that curiosity makes sense too.
[ Uniquely so, at least compared to someone like, say, Izou, because he and Ereshkigal are fundamentally different beings. Their divinity makes them fickle—or at least that’s how most mortals would see it. It truly does take something remarkable to catch their attention and heed a summoning, and it’s especially true in Tezcatlipoca’s case where he has the Authority to refuse the Counter Force outright.
He laughs again, but it’s not dismissive this time. It’s a little fonder and has humor in it, since the memory of his summoning is funny to him nowadays. ]
Well, answering the call itself, that was just curiosity, plain and simple. It’s crazy to summon me in the first place. Crazier that he actually figured out a way to do it. Figured the least I could do is see what kinda guy would have the balls to ask Yaotzin for help.
[ He starts to pour a bit more sake in the cup automatically, but after a moment’s consideration… He remembers Callisto’s birthday party and changes his mind for his intention there. He was going to offer it to her, but no. Never again. ]
Shot him in the gut for the trouble. [ He raises his now full cup to take a casual, punctuating drink. ] But he didn’t back down at all. Still wanted me for his plans. How could I not offer favor in the face of that?
[ It’s all true and definitely feels like Tezcatlipoca and his brutal whims, but it probably also doesn’t seem like it’s only that. Would that be enough favor for him to be pondering over a sentimental card like this? ]
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Sighs. She hates her kind so much. ]
No command spell?
[ When your Servant tries to kill you, that's kind of what it's there for. Now sure, she's not sure a single command spell could force temporary absolute obedience from divine spirits like them, let alone kill them... But using all three at once should do the trick.
She's not sure if not using them even in such a situation is stupidity or courage. Or maybe it's desperation. You'd need to be desperate to try and summon Tezcatlipoca to begin with. ]
I don't suppose that's all it took for you to take a liking to him.
[ Yet again, seeing how he likes Silco... His standards are abysmal, aren't they? ]
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[ His retort is sly and dangerous, and it’s easy to believe that Tezcatlipoca would not respond well to someone attempting to use Command Spells on him. Though in reality, it had been different logic entirely. They were simply a valuable resource that Daybit had to save.
Tezcatlipoca laughs with a little shrug as he sets the sake down. He’s got a pretty high tolerance, but he’ll still take it easy. He wouldn’t want to come off as nervous about the topic either. ]
So, yeah, easy as that for me to like the guy. [ In some ways, he’s simple, maybe? But he shakes his head as his shitty smile softens marginally. ] But to be thinking about this damn card? He impressed me plenty after, that’s for sure. What does Chaldea even think of him? I figure he’s got a rep, since he’s a weird guy.
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I don't know, I was waiting to be summoned when I got here.
[ Didn't she mention that before? She wasn't even aware of that whole Lostbelt business before talking to him. Well, she'd figured more Beasts would appear to try and destroy (challenge) humanity... After two Beasts had attacked back to back, it had been unavoidable. She hadn't had a clue that Lostbelts would end up involved. ]
But knowing her, Ritsuka has probably no preconceived ideas about him. That's the kind of person she is. No matter how evil or weird you appear to be, she'll treat you with the same respect and decency she would anyone else.
[ O-Oops, that's supposed to be his time to ramble about his Master, not hers! Speaking of which, after what he's said-- She smiles. ]
It sounds... You must like him a lot.
[ Maybe even... The forbidden word... The other l-word... Love! ]
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and it definitely wasn’t the player that forgot nope that would never happen,,,, but he’s more surprised that she and Izou hadn’t chatted about it. But, hey, works for him. He’s not going to encourage it, considering. Even if Ritsuka might be forgiving, that doesn’t mean her Servants would be.…Which is ironic, considering. He huffs out a laugh, because this is easier to speak to than her other statement. ]
Sweet idea. Can see why you like her if that’s the case. [ not the uno reverso… ] But I can guarantee it’s a waste of time for Daybit. Not because he’s a bad guy, but that just won’t mean anything to him.
[ He knows how Daybit’s mind works better than anyone else, after all. His expression softens in contemplation, because that touches on her assessment. He knows Daybit would discard such kindness, but it’s not because he’d want to. It’s just the silent tragedy of his situation. There would just be more important things to keep than that.
Tezcatlipoca looks back to the barely written card, then sighs as he taps the pen against it. He’s quiet for a few moments longer as he just looks at it, but when he ends up speaking again, it probably feels like he’s trying to change the topic. It’s just a context to better answer her question, though. ]
I told you this place wasn’t my first world-saving rodeo, right? Met Set and Silco there. But didn’t get into the stakes of it.
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1/2 also,
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FINALLY BRINGS IT UP, LMAO
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⁜ silco (crash out)
[ Silco has probably noticed that Tezcatlipoca has been more absent lately. It's not like he's hiding or less social, since it's still easy to catch him chatting easily in person or on the network, but he's just not around like he usually is. Since they're neighbors, his comings and goings are a little easier to track, and thus it's easy to guess that Tezcatlipoca has just picked up more shifts at work. It's what his patterns perfectly coincide with.
The usual assumption would be that Tezcatlipoca is trying to make more money, since he certainly knows how to spend it, but. His hard work very much coincides with something else of note. It's right after Ereshkigal's public "help" and thus Tezcatlipoca's very public rejection. Things hadn't exactly improved in subsequent days.
But he's fine. Really. He's a god, and a god of impartiality at that. Bad luck has always been his best friend, so he can't exactly say he's surprised by any of this.
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It's late enough at night that it counts as early in the morning that Silco gets a text. ]
silcoooooooooooo
u up
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He thinks Tezcatlipoca can handle himself, after all. He's a god.
It's not like he's going to need Silco to help. He might swing by the bar here and there, but that was it. Just to keep an eye on things. Also because he hasn't been around as much and Silco's grown... Used to his presence. (It's OK Silco, you can say he's a friend.)
He is up, though. Unsurprisingly. Tezcatlipoca knows he keeps late hours. ]
Of course I'm up. What is it?
[ He'd almost asked if he wanted more money but he's NOT opening up that door. ]
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if I go to bed now think I'd puke
so I’m commin over
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Fine, fine. Just don't puke in my quarters.
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[ Does Silco believe that... Luckily, it doesn't matter, because Tezcatlipoca is coming to visit anyways. It's a sign of their odd friendship.
It’s only ten minutes or so when there's a knock on Silco's door, but assuming that he already unlocked it
to keep the thread moving, Tezcatlipoca lets himself in before Silco can answer it. And, as if the texts themselves weren’t obvious, Tezcatlipoca is wasted. He stumbles in and looks generally disheveled.There’s reason to immediately doubt his story about a couple shots at closing, since Silco does know Tezcatlipoca. They’ve had drinks together many times, and he’s even seen the god buzzed once or twice, but that made it clear in turn. Not only does he have a high tolerance, but he the same as he usually is. This is a rather stark difference. ]
Silcooooo. I feel like shit!
[ But, you know. At least he’s pleasant and happy when he’s wasted, apparently. His speech is slurred, but there’s also a note of an accent in it that’s usually absent. It doesn’t ring as familiar, but when he’s this far gone the translation process from Nahuatl to their common tongue isn’t quite as easy. ]
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[ Truly, he's seen Tezca buzzed on both alcohol and shimmer, and neither one has ever left him looking like a true drunkard like this. Tezcatlipoca looks worse than he sounds, actually, and when he stumbles in, Silco will actually slide the bottle he'd had sitting on his cramped little couch (replacing the old desk and chairs) towards him. Just in case.
Clearly he doesn't need anything else tonight.
Silco might, though.]
Shots, was it? You look like you drank a few bottles.
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Ha, no way. S'long as I got this human vessel, that'd totally kill me. And that's be fuckin' lame. Imagine, a god, killed by booze... That's more Birdie's style...
[ The last part is murmured absently as Tezcatlipoca reaches up to his hair to put it up into a ponytail... Only to find that there's a hairtie there already. It's just so loose and messy that he'd forgotten. He chuckles again, then gets to work just re-securing that one. ]
Been workin' too much. So, one thing led to another, and bam, we're clearin' out inventory.
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He watched him for a long moment, curious. ]
Birdie's style is getting killed by me. [ Just a little bit put upon in tone, but he takes a sip, because this isn't really about Birdie, it's about Tezcatlipoca, who is clearly having a time right now.
He can guess. ]
I noticed you've been working more. You never really were the workaholic type like I was.
Surely you don't need funding that bad these days, do you? There are two of us now.
[ That's a hell of a way to broach the subject. ]
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cw: crude........ if you're tracking this melodie i'm so sorry
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you've missed set right silco well,
HELPSJBS
coin flipped
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cat behavior
PLEASE!!!!
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the tezcachella icon...
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⁜ silco (evil babysitter)
MuramasaTasuke had seen the whole thing, it also meant the instigator was completely clear and of little surprise to anyone.At least Tezcatlipoca is thoroughly unable to do much. Even the almighty god is limited by being down a leg without a prosthetic to replace it. Sure, he could just don his armor where he already has one, but… He doesn’t want to drain Daybit’s energy at the moment. He would never admit that this is why.
However, out of everyone that could get this task, Tezcatlipoca is perhaps unhappiest with his current assignment. He’s been scowling at Silco like he wants to say something, but no matter how he engages in conversation, it doesn’t go away. He has something on his mind, and he’s mulling it over the entire time.
...But he comes to the same conclusion as Daybit. No matter what he does, Silco is going to be pissed off about it and probably at him. So, sure. Fuck it. ]
I miss you when you were insane, man. This you is so fuckin’ boring.
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[ So there. See? They both can play at this game, and suffer through these odd "versions" of one another. Silco was put on duty first, because, as someone had put it — he knows the both of them, so he might as well look after the dangerous one. Although... if Tezcatlipoca would do that to Daybit, perhaps he was more in danger than most.
He sighed, and took a chair, crossed one leg over the other. From the inside of his vest, he pulls out a flask. At least, at the very least, Silco was still a functioning alcoholic at heart. ]
So? Are you going to do the same thing to me that you did to Daybit?
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[ It’s an exaggerated groan, but he really does feel the wrongness of Silco’s behavior down to his bones. Sure, he’d had the thought of letting them just be. He still does, a little, because if this Silco is less haunted by his (often self-inflicted) demons, then why interfere? He could find some peace that Tezcatlipoca feels like Silco would otherwise have to wait until his next life to experience.
It’s selfish, honestly. Luckily it’s so perfectly in his domains that he doesn’t have to worry about a kickback out of bias, but this just isn’t Silco. He might be happier, but he misses his curmudgeonly acolyte. ]
I wish you would have a heart attack. Maybe it’d wake your ass up.
[ He holds his hand out expectantly as he rudely “asks” for the flask. ]
But no, I’m not gonna shoot you. I want to just because I’m pissed off, but wouldn’t do anything. You’re not as tough as Daybit, so you’d probably actually die.
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[ Said with all of the knowledge that only a... fatherly individual could have. Also one that did not know about the weird angels living in his body. See, he didn't know about them normally, so there was literally no reason for him to make up a reason for them to exist. ]
And here you are, shooting him.
[ He looks down at the leg, and then back up at him. Should he give him the flask? No. He really, really shouldn't. But... maybe there's a little of the old Silco somewhere in there, or probably there's a little bit of sympathy over the leg, because... he hands it over. ]
You could kill me as easily as you could kill him, and yet here you are. Persisting. Going on and on about this nonsense. Now I have to be here, watching over you.
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[ That’s not Silco’s point, but this really does make his skin crawl. That tone in Silco’s voice has a certain implication, and if what Tezcatlipoca is reading between the lines here is accurate… Man, they’re both going to shoot each other again once this wears off out of embarrassment, frustration, or both.
So, before Silco can change his mind after that charming comment, he takes the flask. Silco might expect him to chug it with his temperament (and his reputation that he’s unaware of), but he just takes a simple sip. ]
…At least your taste is still the same. Sucks. [ (fond) ]
[ He passes it back to Silco with a frown and a roll of his eyes. ]
Yeah, yeah, keep lecturing me and I might change my mind. You usually know better than to lecture a god.
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Normally, would he care? Not at all. right now? He gives him a look as if to say that this whole proposition is ludicrous and Dangerous on top of that. ]
Oh yes, delusions of grandeur too. [ He reaches out for his flask of shitty whiskey, thank you very much. If you hate it, then give it back. ]
I know your parents were foolish for giving you such a grandiose name, but perhaps they could have instilled in you a sense of humility along with that for good measure?
[ no... ]
I'm looking forward to things going back to normal, so I won't have to listen to the lot of you going through these crises.
[ yeah..... it'll be them that get fixed. sure. ]
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You’re gonna eat those words, man. When you realize you’ve been all kissy with Verg especially, don’t come cryin’ to me.
[ At least in this case that’s truly not his fault or even his influence, but he’s sure that Silco can twist it somehow… ]
So, what. Is Daybit your kid or something?
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Yes, I'm sure I will be very upset to learn that I've been spending time with Vergilius. [ that's literally a normal thing. ] You would think with the way half of you are acting, that we haven't been dating for nearly a year.
[ because you haven't, you idiot. It's much weirder and worse than that. ]
[ He sighs, though, as if put upon that he has to explain something like this to Tezca of all people. ]
I knew Daybit's father, so when he passed... I took him in. It was the least I could do.
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