[ 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?
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.
[ His interest is piqued. Is this what catches a man like Silco's interest? Quite possibly. You can't blame a guy for finding shows of violence interesting, can you? (Yes)]
A whole crew? [ And yet he did the jobs himself? That's more involved in the wetworks than Silco had ever been, a knife in Vander's back notwithstanding — a marvel, even when he thinks on the thought, a memory that had once been missing — but to be so involved was...
Foolish, he supposed. Also admirable, in its own way. There was a merit to being willing to get ones hands dirty. He did in his own way, of course, but there was only so much he could do compared to Sevika or Jinx. ]
But you kept your hands in it. I suppose I understand. My work necessitated violence, but it was... only one part of it. There was a network, an entire operation, you see.
[ Vergilius already knew he owned a club (because i just wrote it) but there had been so much more to that. Not that he thought Verg didn't realize that, after the murder of a man in the bakery. Silco had all the markings of something more than just a club owner. ] But what is it they say...? Delegation is the sign of a strong leader? Something like that.
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[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?
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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?
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[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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[ His interest is piqued. Is this what catches a man like Silco's interest? Quite possibly. You can't blame a guy for finding shows of violence interesting, can you? (Yes)]
A whole crew? [ And yet he did the jobs himself? That's more involved in the wetworks than Silco had ever been, a knife in Vander's back notwithstanding — a marvel, even when he thinks on the thought, a memory that had once been missing — but to be so involved was...
Foolish, he supposed. Also admirable, in its own way. There was a merit to being willing to get ones hands dirty. He did in his own way, of course, but there was only so much he could do compared to Sevika or Jinx. ]
But you kept your hands in it. I suppose I understand. My work necessitated violence, but it was... only one part of it. There was a network, an entire operation, you see.
[ Vergilius already knew he owned a club (
because i just wrote it) but there had been so much more to that. Not that he thought Verg didn't realize that, after the murder of a man in the bakery. Silco had all the markings of something more than just a club owner. ] But what is it they say...? Delegation is the sign of a strong leader? Something like that.