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[ one of vergilius's bodyguard contracts come in with the client being an "elijah weiss", requiring services on september 10th in the evening. formal wear is required, as well as a mask; there is no need to match. expected duties is simply to remain within the area until the client is ready to depart.
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all this because she can't ask him herself, and now she's paying out of pocket for it. it's fine. she'll be able to steel herself, and she'll know what to say. this is just an excuse. ]
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all this because she can't ask him herself, and now she's paying out of pocket for it. it's fine. she'll be able to steel herself, and she'll know what to say. this is just an excuse. ]
[.........]
[Yeah, that name is a dead giveaway. He thinks about texting her, a little vaguely exasperated by the format of the request, but....decides against it.]
[If he sees her at this evening event, he'll talk. Maybe.]
[(He, of course, will take the contract, no questions asked. He's got a soft spot that way.)]
[Yeah, that name is a dead giveaway. He thinks about texting her, a little vaguely exasperated by the format of the request, but....decides against it.]
[If he sees her at this evening event, he'll talk. Maybe.]
[(He, of course, will take the contract, no questions asked. He's got a soft spot that way.)]
[Oh. This is unexpected.]
[Is there any indication to who sent this...thank you anonymous sender who is son-vibed........he Will wear the leather gloves for sure.]
[Is there any indication to who sent this...thank you anonymous sender who is son-vibed........he Will wear the leather gloves for sure.]
[ That's right this is happening. will a maid outfit be involved? we'll see if he opens his mouth (inevitable) but rest assured that he did request a style upgrade for reasons and if it happened to coincide with the date Planned Activity then that's just a coincidence.
Mostly.
So at the previously determined time, and at Vergilius's selection of a place, he'll be waiting. Cigar in hand, back in his usual threads, which definitely at least makes him look slightly larger, and he stands out a little bit more than he did before. (Somehow??) But the addition of the cloud of cigar smoke over his head probably would have made him easy to find, even if his clothes weren't clearly out of style for the area now. (To be fair, they're probably out of style for where he's from, too.)
Right as he takes a puff on a cigar, someone with a comically large package passes by, whacking him on the shoulder, sending him forward a bit, and his cigar falls to the ground, into a puddle of what he presumes is rainwater, but could honestly also be a vile puddle of chemicals. Who knew?
He opened his mouth to say something nasty to the passerby who has clearly not even noticed that they hit him with their comically large box. The question is: does he get stopped before or after he speaks up? ]
Mostly.
So at the previously determined time, and at Vergilius's selection of a place, he'll be waiting. Cigar in hand, back in his usual threads, which definitely at least makes him look slightly larger, and he stands out a little bit more than he did before. (Somehow??) But the addition of the cloud of cigar smoke over his head probably would have made him easy to find, even if his clothes weren't clearly out of style for the area now. (To be fair, they're probably out of style for where he's from, too.)
Right as he takes a puff on a cigar, someone with a comically large package passes by, whacking him on the shoulder, sending him forward a bit, and his cigar falls to the ground, into a puddle of what he presumes is rainwater, but could honestly also be a vile puddle of chemicals. Who knew?
He opened his mouth to say something nasty to the passerby who has clearly not even noticed that they hit him with their comically large box. The question is: does he get stopped before or after he speaks up? ]
Silco.
[For an imposing man, it must always be a shock that Vergilius moves as quietly as he does sometimes, appearing like a wayward ghost in someone's vision. He saw the affair, too late to stop it, but (based on ooc coin flip) here to interrupt whatever nasty tirade Silco had to give.]
[He bends to fish out the cigar from its puddle, a sad little thing.]
...Surprised they didn't see you. You're not hurt, I suppose. [And then musing to himself.] No, you're made of hardy things.
[The place they're at is a little hole in the wall restaurant of sorts. It seems he is intent on actual wining and dining....possibly.]
[For an imposing man, it must always be a shock that Vergilius moves as quietly as he does sometimes, appearing like a wayward ghost in someone's vision. He saw the affair, too late to stop it, but (based on ooc coin flip) here to interrupt whatever nasty tirade Silco had to give.]
[He bends to fish out the cigar from its puddle, a sad little thing.]
...Surprised they didn't see you. You're not hurt, I suppose. [And then musing to himself.] No, you're made of hardy things.
[The place they're at is a little hole in the wall restaurant of sorts. It seems he is intent on actual wining and dining....possibly.]
[ Saved but by the flip of a coin — for the moment — he starts when Vergilius almost seems to manifest out of nowhere, his hackles raised, but he coughs and clears his throat instead of saying what he'd thought about saying. The individual keeps going, not even realizing that they very nearly caused a clothing malfunction. They'll get to go about their day, blissfully unaware. ]
No, I'm not hurt. [ He confirms. He may be small, lean, and unimposing, but Vergilius is right. He's made of hardier stuff than at least that. If a man can survive asphyxiation and drowning, a box is a trifle.
That doesn't mean it isn't annoying. His eyes dart back their way, but they've already disappeared into the crowd. He tips his gaze back to him, instead. ]
So. [ So. ]
How is the patient? [ He points at the cigar, who looks sad, soppy, and probably non-recoverable. ]
Maybe we should abandon it for more interesting things.
No, I'm not hurt. [ He confirms. He may be small, lean, and unimposing, but Vergilius is right. He's made of hardier stuff than at least that. If a man can survive asphyxiation and drowning, a box is a trifle.
That doesn't mean it isn't annoying. His eyes dart back their way, but they've already disappeared into the crowd. He tips his gaze back to him, instead. ]
So. [ So. ]
How is the patient? [ He points at the cigar, who looks sad, soppy, and probably non-recoverable. ]
Maybe we should abandon it for more interesting things.
Alas, doctor. I don't think he'll make it.
[He tosses it back to the ground with a little huff of a sigh, before turning his attention, always heavy as ever, to the man of the hour.]
Let's do so, then. [But first, he will ask, curious.] Are you hungry? Or would you rather we get a drink alone?
[He tosses it back to the ground with a little huff of a sigh, before turning his attention, always heavy as ever, to the man of the hour.]
Let's do so, then. [But first, he will ask, curious.] Are you hungry? Or would you rather we get a drink alone?
[ He turned only a half-disappointed gaze to the cigar, before he shrugged it off. It was a shame, but. Well. How many cigars had he lit and then immediately stamped out over the years? Plenty more than that one, though these days he struggles a bit more for funds. ]
Hm.
[ He responded, a brief moment of consideration. ] I think I promised you only a drink, yes? Are we altering the terms and conditions?
[ His head tipped, a touch of a sarcastic smile on his face. Silco, normally, didn't tend to eat around others, but he'd had to get used to it here. The food was difficult to squirrel away back to his rooms, and he didn't have the advantage of what he'd had back in Kenos.Yet... ]
I will tell you what... [ He continued, hand itching to fish into his pocket for another cigar, but not quite yet. ] If you have an idea that's better than the food on base, I'll say yes to both.
Hm.
[ He responded, a brief moment of consideration. ] I think I promised you only a drink, yes? Are we altering the terms and conditions?
[ His head tipped, a touch of a sarcastic smile on his face. Silco, normally, didn't tend to eat around others, but he'd had to get used to it here. The food was difficult to squirrel away back to his rooms, and he didn't have the advantage of what he'd had back in Kenos.
I will tell you what... [ He continued, hand itching to fish into his pocket for another cigar, but not quite yet. ] If you have an idea that's better than the food on base, I'll say yes to both.
You did. Though I would buy you a dinner.
[He's nice that way. A mild little smile plays on his lips - an offer for the crooked businessman, if you will.]
It could be dinner and a show, if that...might suit your fancy. Depends on what happens.
[He's nice that way. A mild little smile plays on his lips - an offer for the crooked businessman, if you will.]
It could be dinner and a show, if that...might suit your fancy. Depends on what happens.
Oh?
[ His eyebrows — eyebrow — lifted in question, and he considered for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against the back of his other hand, folded in front of him. ]
Dinner and a show? [ He's curious, and his tone says as much. ] Be careful, I might start to expect the best treatment next time, too.
[ Was there actually going to be a next time? Well. Who knew, but this was technically a second outing. If they weren't careful, there might be a third. ]
[ His eyebrows — eyebrow — lifted in question, and he considered for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against the back of his other hand, folded in front of him. ]
Dinner and a show? [ He's curious, and his tone says as much. ] Be careful, I might start to expect the best treatment next time, too.
[ Was there actually going to be a next time? Well. Who knew, but this was technically a second outing. If they weren't careful, there might be a third. ]
Next time? I must be a soft spot for you, if you're treating me this nicely.
[It might be delivered dryly, but he's obviously a little amused, turning around.]
Follow me. It's not too far away. And we'll see how things pan out.
[A little pause as he goes, before he speaks again.]
Do you ever like to get your hands personally dirty? Or are you always the type to let someone else do it for you?
[It might be delivered dryly, but he's obviously a little amused, turning around.]
Follow me. It's not too far away. And we'll see how things pan out.
[A little pause as he goes, before he speaks again.]
Do you ever like to get your hands personally dirty? Or are you always the type to let someone else do it for you?
[ Man Verg you just can't call him out like that!! ]
I can't say no to someone who decapitates someone for me, it's true.
[ He says, with a put upon sigh. Truly, he is long suffering. As they walk though, he considers the question. ]
For a long time, I had people to take care of such things, and really, I don't exactly catch as much attention as someone like my second. [ To be fair... Sevika... ]
From time to time, though... [ A laugh. ] There is something satisfying about doing it yourself, hm?
I can't say no to someone who decapitates someone for me, it's true.
[ He says, with a put upon sigh. Truly, he is long suffering. As they walk though, he considers the question. ]
For a long time, I had people to take care of such things, and really, I don't exactly catch as much attention as someone like my second. [ To be fair... Sevika... ]
From time to time, though... [ A laugh. ] There is something satisfying about doing it yourself, hm?
where
( ugh. fuck their poor reception. )
you seen malkuth?
( ugh. fuck their poor reception. )
you seen malkuth?
shit
i figured
( if anywhere, maybe—... but this is a dead end too. )
SHIT
( his brain is just, sending things. sorry. paul rudd computer gif, he's fine. )
i figured
( if anywhere, maybe—... but this is a dead end too. )
SHIT
( his brain is just, sending things. sorry. paul rudd computer gif, he's fine. )
i'm
going to tear those villagers apart if they
did this
going to tear those villagers apart if they
did this
... they don't know a damn thing
least, far as i can tell
( no mention of stopping him if it came to that. it's cool. )
least, far as i can tell
( no mention of stopping him if it came to that. it's cool. )
they're too complacent about this
their damn
god
as if that's a god
their damn
god
as if that's a god
you believe in it?
this god stuff of theirs?
i mean, ... not like they ain't real
this god stuff of theirs?
i mean, ... not like they ain't real
no i don't that's what i'm saying
if anything its just
a big damn monster
if anything its just
a big damn monster
one we got to kill
( they'll have to kill regardless, he thinks. knows it. )
maybe that, ... beacon shit was a trap
( they'll have to kill regardless, he thinks. knows it. )
maybe that, ... beacon shit was a trap
as we have always killed
and maybe it was
maybe it wanted us to come
new meat
and maybe it was
maybe it wanted us to come
new meat
Ah, well. Maybe I'll do something more exciting next time.
[What could be more exciting than a decapitation, he wonders...ah, well.]
[The man goes on. It makes sense - what he felt back there in that "job" of his was just that - a man used to pulling the strings. His body may be fair and lacking strength, but his skills laid elsewhere.]
[He wonders how many people fell in line for him.]
There is. I've never wanted anyone to do my jobs. [...] I had an Office once. A Crew. But my jobs were my own.
[What could be more exciting than a decapitation, he wonders...ah, well.]
[The man goes on. It makes sense - what he felt back there in that "job" of his was just that - a man used to pulling the strings. His body may be fair and lacking strength, but his skills laid elsewhere.]
[He wonders how many people fell in line for him.]
There is. I've never wanted anyone to do my jobs. [...] I had an Office once. A Crew. But my jobs were my own.
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