— i'll say a prayer, as i cast it to the flame

[redsoil]

WHO: set & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: check headers for specific dates/times
WHAT: a catch-all for everything during his time in-game
WARNINGS: physical violence, mentions of sexual abuse, hanahaki syndrome, etc.

Comments

[zauneyete]

[ Silco followed -- in opposition to Set's fullness, his brilliance -- he's like a shadow itself. A dark splash, like the long shadow cast in the afternoon sun, reedy and thin, but he doesn't fill the room like Set does, he simply owns it. He sat in his chair, behind the desk, and crossed an ankle over his leg, commanding but sly.

He shook it, and felt that sensation Set spoke of. The feeling of nausea, rejection, the feeling of a shadow that clearly wanted nothing more than to rage and rattle the cage, fight for control and fight to crush the thing in his hand. Silco mentally slapped it down, strangled it, drowned it, like it would silence the thing. But his Shadow was not easily silenced, and Silco had to grit his teeth from the sensation.

He already indulged, whether it was in anger or murder, Silco had no qualms of such things, but where his shadow found an in was within control. He slid a dual-toned gaze toward Set, and smiled, and it was about as pleased as anyone had ever seen him in his life. ]

It does. It hates it, doesn't it? [ A controlled man with an uncontrollable shadow, and a deathly secret he couldn't share. Silco needed every advantage he could get. ]

[redsoil]

I had a thought, that a man as incandescently against the conditions thrust upon us, might be able to come up with some clever applications of this substance.

[ The shadow that coiled within Set was insidious, no less than the aggression and dark depths he'd finally relinquished before the eyes of the Ennead. Penitence was the only avenue left to him, after power and might failed him the way it never failed others; the wise and powerful were made to rule, and by his loss to his own brother's child, the shadow was left to whisper and simmer within him.

Pushing, towards that precipice of wrath and despair once more. ]

I know how to acquire more. And, I will say, you are not the only individual I will be sharing this discover with.

[ It's just good business, to encourage competition! ]

However, you're the more ambitious of the two; a man driven by his need for control -- what was it you said? That you would collar and leash any soulmate you might acquire, put them away somewhere unseen? Maybe this way, you wouldn't need to have one at all.

[zauneyete]

Hm.

[ Silco had, of course, by now, compromised this principle. He'd had to. Jinx's arrival had left Silco grasping, desperately, for anything to silence and soften his shadow, lest he open his mouth and say the words that would hurt her, more than anything else. He couldn't bear the thought, so he had compromised, and a like-minded individual, just as sharp and prickly as he, had been found.

And then that like-minded individual had vanished, and become a younger version of himself. Which was, in of itself, inconvenient, but at least he was easier to manipulate. Silco could deal with that, he suspected. At least enough to keep his secrets to himself. He would not, however, share this with Set. The man seemed like-minded enough, that... were he needed...

Well. ]

Something like this could be of great application. [ He shook the tube, curious. ]

Whatever other individual you found, I can assure you, they will likely not find a way to turn this toward profit and power. Not like I can.

[ Inject it? Perhaps. Snort, most certainly. Could it be burned, like an incense? It's all possibilities, and Silco wonders if the small amount he had would be enough to experiment. ]

If you want to find the best way to ingest this -- or sell to be ingested, we'll need a great deal more. How much more can you get? [ A beat. ] And how much of a cut?