(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! ]

Comments

[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. ]