(open) catch-all

[zauneyete]

WHO: Silco & others!
WHERE: Focused on Stygia -- particularly Mirth and the Markets
WHEN: Throughout November!
WHAT: Catch-all for the month! There are some open prompts within!
WARNINGS: Drug references, probably also references to multiple criminal activities. I'll add anything particular if it comes up!

[ If none of the below prompts tickle your fancy, and you'd like one, feel free to hit me up on my plotting post or on plurk at hundreds, or of course, just wildcard it! ]

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[zauneyete]

[ Silco's lips curled in a half-smile. He certainly wasn't this man's friend -- just because he was dead didn't mean that he had lost everything that he was -- but he didn't correct him, either. He only tipped his head, in acknowledgement. Because he said something that Silco felt deep in him -- something that was a part of the man as much as the scar, the eye, and everything else about him. ]

I can assure you, it would have been quite the war.

[ He'd dreamed of it plenty of times. Of razing Piltover from below in the fissures, letting his men drink shimmer until they'd had their fill, and then march across that damnable bridge, and across the river, to the gleaming towers and high spires. To burn the academy, their precious knowledge, their seat of power. He wanted to watch them cry, scream, and run the other direction. He wanted to watch them fall for their folly, and he wanted them to know that it had been their overreach that had done it.

Of course, that wouldn't happen, and Silco had no way to tell if it would, given... well.

His untimely death. ]

If I have the opportunity, I can assure you, I'll make plenty of...disruption. I intend to do so, when I have the resources.

[ Upset the hierarchy, mostly. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you. [ He said, with a tip of his glass. ]

[criesofhavoc]

Ah, it is always sad to hear that war did not take place.

[ He can't help but click his tongue. The sound not necessarily directed at the man to his side, since it seems the two of them are of like minds. Both of them desire to see blood run in the streets -- just the reasons for why differ between them. ]

I have had to, unfortunately, back down from time to time. It is never an experience that I find particularly enjoyable. [ Indeed, he takes a moment to sympathize with his companion's plight. His head bows slightly; he attempts to share a look of dismay. ] There are some things that can only be changed with piles of bodies, but what do I know? [ He opens his hands in surrender at his rhetorical question.

And then he pauses. ]

Resources. Meaning tools and power, yes?

[ The greeting -- comment of being a pleasure to meet him -- is met with a smile, but then he has been smiling for most of the conversation save just that moment before. ]

[zauneyete]

[ This Ares of War is astute enough, that he understands how such things happen. That Silco's war didn't happen is not something he wants to speak on, of course. That he would never see the war that Zaun had been prepped to take on is even worse, but... he hoped that it wouldn't matter -- but since Jinx was here, who knew? ]

Yes, precisely. Such things take time, of course. I do not think I'll have a lifetime to acquire the sort of power and influence I once had, but I do not doubt that I will get as much as I need, with time.

[ He had his sights, after all, on becoming a thorn in the Hierarchy's side. ]

It's a process.

[criesofhavoc]

So it is.

[ Yet another nod follows before he holds out his hand, palm up. ]

I do enjoy helping these sort of processes along. [ His fingers curl as he muses on this point to himself. Silco does not seem to be a demigod so will only be able to accept one boon from him -- pity. He would have liked to see what he did with it all.

There is so much potential just in the way the man speaks. He has heard many a general, a king, and so forth speak; they all gave such good promises buried deep within what they said and how they acted.

Ah, well. A little is better than none at all. ]

So, to that end, I shall bestow upon you some of my power -- with the only promise you must give to me being that I shall see you make your enemies bleed with it.

[zauneyete]

[ It's almost a surprise.

Silco hadn't been expecting it, and his head tipped, almost in curiosity. It's the sort of thing that would have happened in books with flights of fancy, or something unattainable by "dirty little things" like them in Zaun. He almost thought it a joke -- perhaps a hurtful sort of thing -- something that would leave him feelings like he was promised something, only to tug it away. Not unlike the promise of a free Zaun, before they asked for him to give up that which he could not -- would not. The nebulous thought skittered across his mind, but for the life of him, the fact that he could not remember the face of his daughter in that moment was like sand through his fingers -- like it wasn't unusual that he couldn't in that moment.

He instead focused on the here, and the now. This unusual creature -- god? -- and the offer of power.

And oh, Silco had never once said no to power. After all, if he is given the opportunity, how could he do anything but take it? Especially in a place like this, with such power necessary? ]

I make my enemies bleed regardless. It's not a steep request. [ He said, but there's a note of amusement, there. ] Is it really just enjoyment, of the fight, that you get?

[criesofhavoc]

Ah--

[ His hand lifts as he appears that he is about to spout of what exactly is the reason for why he enjoys blood so much, but he abruptly stops.

Instead, his expression hardens as he sneers and loses the pleased expression that he has been sporting through most of the conversation that he has had with Silco. The warm appreciation that he has had toward the man's ambition and desire for bloodshed are gone. ]

-- no. There will be no more bloodshed.

[ There is a firmness in his voice as he seems to not be talking to the man in front of him -- not quite. ]

War has lost its power in coming here. Peace has a chance to exist without anything disrupting it. To bring about such malice and wanton destruction, it would besmirch the name of the gods that I call my kin.

[ He shakes his head once; his hair whipping back and forth in denial. ]

I do not care for blood and death. I will not see anymore spilled and sorry for have gotten your hopes up.

[zauneyete]

[ Silco blinked a single eye -- his mouth open.

Hm.

Well, he would say that was weird, but hadn't he been dealing with his own...out of control statements, things that he never would have said? His own admittance, secrets, and little nuances that he kept hidden -- suddenly out in the open? He'd been seeking a resolution, although it seemed as if the only option were the soul mates that the Hierarchy had promised, but Silco still didn't believe in.

His lip twitched. ]

Right, well, I was going to do it anyway, so...

[ He shrugged. ]

You change your mind, I'm sure I'll be around plenty.

[ Just in case it was the shadow. Silco was used to having the rug pulled out from under him, though. ]

[criesofhavoc]

What -- what?

[ He blinks a few times, finding his senses his own once more. Irritation is still on his face. What happened? What was that? It was as though he was possessed and whatever had him stole his own voice and body.

His voice and body. Ares, God of War, talking of peace? Of what would bring shame to his family? ]

Such nonsense... I will not accept it.

[ Reaching a hand out, he grabs hold of Silco's hand. ] Take whatever power that you want, mortal. [ He cannot be certain if he was going to be so magnanimous with his offering; he feels like he intended to be, anyway. In any case, he offers all his power to the man, furious still that something dared to talk of peace with his mouth. ]