WHO: Silco & Others WHAT: 2025 Catch-all π WHERE: the world is our oyster WHEN: Day or night WARNINGS: blanket warning for drug references, other subjects will be warned for in threads
[ The small building that the ChΕ«kyΕ-ikka Kai gang had taken as their own was fairly easy to break into. Since the owner was off schmoozing out of town, it left the grunts to act as they would accordingly. It wasn't that they were necessarily lax without the boss here, but that they weren't quite as attentive as they could be, especially around the holidays. It meant that the person who was supposed to be looking at the camera was busy sharing a drink with their buddy, who'd received at the beginning of his shift a rather nice bottle of something delivered into his locker. How timely.
The door? Easy. They're with a quick swipe of a keycard at the door. Immediate.
Silco lets Vergilius lead, hanging back like a dark little ghost, dwarfed by the other man, and happy to stay behind him in the shadow. He's not without defense of course, but he didn't spend 100,000 kryptos just to do the work for him. (Or maybe, it was the fact that he wanted to watch the man work.) The entrance opens to a small foyer, with the door leading into the rest of the building opening up to a... large open floor, where much of the staff sat at long tables working. Some were counting pills, other sorting kaiju parts, and even others were working in that way that people did wiht implants. Sitting in a chair and staring straight forward with their implants flashing. Just a touch of the eerie.
The fellas in security stormed out when the door opened, stumbling into the main floor just as the two of them entered, and Silco smiled from behind Vergilius, happy to stay near the door. Just in case. ]
Good evening, did you both enjoy the gift I sent?
[ He'll let Vergilius do what he does best here, though, given that not only the security, but several of the workers all start pulling out guns, knives, whatever.
[ Once the Imugi is gone, destroyed, there is the aftermath. Yes, the base is destroyed. Yes, of course, there will be cleanup. Silco isn't really all that interested in that part, beyond his own few belongings β he carries all the important ones with him because he knows better than to leave something of great import behind, he has already nearly lost something once, he knows better β but that means there are other duties to tend to.
Not that Silco does, of course. Perform for LILITH like a yapping poro whose been trained to entertain? Absolutely not. Although, perhaps one could easily mistake him for... "helping", with the way he was hunched over a part of the creature that's been blown off from a wayward attack. It's a long spine with fin still attached. Silco's fingers are tapping at it, as if he's trying to assess it for edibility, or perhaps for its use. He is no expert, but that doesn't mean that he hasn't started to develop a sense for these things. It's fairly large, though given that it's about the length of Silco's arm, that's not surprising. The Imugi was large, and Silco was relatively small. Really, this was large enough that he thinks the muscle could do well.
He's holding it up, considering. ]
Hm.
[ He says, thoughtful.
It sure would be a shame if someone were to... ruin his day. ]
β₯ Vergilius [cw: violence, blood]
The door? Easy. They're with a quick swipe of a keycard at the door. Immediate.
Silco lets Vergilius lead, hanging back like a dark little ghost, dwarfed by the other man, and happy to stay behind him in the shadow. He's not without defense of course, but he didn't spend 100,000 kryptos just to do the work for him. (Or maybe, it was the fact that he wanted to watch the man work.) The entrance opens to a small foyer, with the door leading into the rest of the building opening up to a... large open floor, where much of the staff sat at long tables working. Some were counting pills, other sorting kaiju parts, and even others were working in that way that people did wiht implants. Sitting in a chair and staring straight forward with their implants flashing. Just a touch of the eerie.
The fellas in security stormed out when the door opened, stumbling into the main floor just as the two of them entered, and Silco smiled from behind Vergilius, happy to stay near the door. Just in case. ]
Good evening, did you both enjoy the gift I sent?
[ He'll let Vergilius do what he does best here, though, given that not only the security, but several of the workers all start pulling out guns, knives, whatever.
Hey, at least they're all career criminals. ]
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cw: some gore 8)
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π nsfw...............
hate them
RATTLES THEM!!!
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i close my eyes
crying
why in the FUCk are they
me exploding silco and verg with my mind.gif
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π
β₯ Hunter [ KAIJU FIGHT #6 AFTERMATH ]
Not that Silco does, of course. Perform for LILITH like a yapping poro whose been trained to entertain? Absolutely not. Although, perhaps one could easily mistake him for... "helping", with the way he was hunched over a part of the creature that's been blown off from a wayward attack. It's a long spine with fin still attached. Silco's fingers are tapping at it, as if he's trying to assess it for edibility, or perhaps for its use. He is no expert, but that doesn't mean that he hasn't started to develop a sense for these things. It's fairly large, though given that it's about the length of Silco's arm, that's not surprising. The Imugi was large, and Silco was relatively small. Really, this was large enough that he thinks the muscle could do well.
He's holding it up, considering. ]
Hm.
[ He says, thoughtful.
It sure would be a shame if someone were to... ruin his day. ]
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