WHO: Tezcatlipoca & Others WHAT: 2025 catch-all time baby WHERE: all over WHEN: all times WARNINGS: threads will include content warnings where appropriate!
[ Silco feels a bit like he is under a microscope. There's something about his gaze that does make him shirk slightly, though it's not quite that bad. He just... he is different. A little bit more than the influencer he had always been. Silco doesn't know what to make of it, this version of this man that is...
Something.
He shifts, slightly. }
I think the me that you know sounds miserable.
[ Surely, SURELY this won't come back to bite him.
He doesn't like the sound of it, as it is. He has many things in his life, and yes, some failures. Powder's parents, leaving the bar and... everyone there just to come join LILITH. There were successes too, like Powder. Like the deals he was making. Like everything with — ]
Don't you think? Someone who doesn't recognize even taking a chance? [ A beat. ] Misery loves company, too. So are you the same as he is, then? This "me" you've concocted?
[ Tezcatlipoca sighs at Silco’s assessment, but it sounds like he’s agreeing. He doesn’t say anything directly in response, since he does worry that if Silco remembers this, his honest thoughts wouldn’t be taken well. It’s surprisingly delicate work to push Silco towards something better.
So, he doesn’t answer that. He allows the conversation to turn towards himself. ]
Nah. Misery is a human experience. Doesn’t work that way for me.
[ He says it so simply, like it’s something factual. Even if he were talking to his Silco, he imagines he wouldn’t get it. He’d just gloss past it, dismissing it as something about being a god. It’s not like Tezcatlipoca ever asks him to consider that point of view. ]
But I’m a god of death, since I imagine you don’t remember that. [ JERK!!! ] Makes ya naturally pessimistic, and that's shared for sure.
[ A God of Death? Really? If it's the Kaiju putting thoughts into their heads, then Silco thinks that they should aim a little lower if they want people to believe them. That's just ludicrous. ]
Close enough, I suppose.
Well, I'm surprised you keep me around, regardless, if I'm so miserable. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be around me, if I'm as miserable as you say.
[ A soft sigh, he shakes his head, reaching out for his flask. ]
People like that tend to burn up everything in their paths.
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Something.
He shifts, slightly. }
I think the me that you know sounds miserable.
[ Surely, SURELY this won't come back to bite him.
He doesn't like the sound of it, as it is. He has many things in his life, and yes, some failures. Powder's parents, leaving the bar and... everyone there just to come join LILITH. There were successes too, like Powder. Like the deals he was making. Like everything with — ]
Don't you think? Someone who doesn't recognize even taking a chance? [ A beat. ] Misery loves company, too. So are you the same as he is, then? This "me" you've concocted?
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So, he doesn’t answer that. He allows the conversation to turn towards himself. ]
Nah. Misery is a human experience. Doesn’t work that way for me.
[ He says it so simply, like it’s something factual. Even if he were talking to his Silco, he imagines he wouldn’t get it. He’d just gloss past it, dismissing it as something about being a god. It’s not like Tezcatlipoca ever asks him to consider that point of view. ]
But I’m a god of death, since I imagine you don’t remember that. [ JERK!!! ] Makes ya naturally pessimistic, and that's shared for sure.
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Close enough, I suppose.
Well, I'm surprised you keep me around, regardless, if I'm so miserable. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be around me, if I'm as miserable as you say.
[ A soft sigh, he shakes his head, reaching out for his flask. ]
People like that tend to burn up everything in their paths.