[ Whenever Tezca talks about god stuff, Silco does really feel out of his element. In contrast to Set, whom was a creature of free chaos and impulse, Tezca was more controlled, and when he described things like this, Silco often realized just how different the god was from him. Set's divinity to Silco had always seemed... attainable. Understandable. He knew there was a reason for that, but Set had never really explained the parts of him that was godlike in the same way Tezca did.
And thus, the... easy acceptance of a fate that Silco had (yet again) shiked.
Tezca often felt... alien (hah) in a way that he couldn't describe well. So different and unknowable, and when Tezca said stuff like "I could cause a cataclysm", it really didn't do much to change that.
Unfortunately, it always served to stroke his ego, when Tezca called him bossman, on top of that. ]
Hm. Quite a bit better if we avoid that, or you may be the Kaiju that we all have to fight.
[ It's said in jest, but there's the implied "unless...?" that's unmistakable in his voice.
Silco, though, is just as distracted by the sight of the city before them, even though they're on a balcony looking down, he can't help but feel... odd looking out a city like this. After spending so much of his time in Zaun, and then Kowloon... this is so different to him. It is not a dank pit, but even so...
Something about the city feels like desperation, or need. People here are hungry, they're desperate. Silco sniffed, half as if he could smell it, and half just to get a feel for the smell of this place. It wasn't as foul, but, the open air never was. He followed Tezca, a touch slower as his eyes wound around, drinking everything in. ]
I had a club.
[ His tone was dour, but his lips curled into slight smile. ] The one thing I had before that Kenos sought to grant me. [ You killed someone for it. ]
Imagine me desperate before, and you will understand that starting from nothing is a place I have been in before. Time, and time, and time again. It is almost as if the universe cannot stand the idea of me with something.
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And thus, the... easy acceptance of a fate that Silco had (yet again) shiked.
Tezca often felt... alien (hah) in a way that he couldn't describe well. So different and unknowable, and when Tezca said stuff like "I could cause a cataclysm", it really didn't do much to change that.
Unfortunately, it always served to stroke his ego, when Tezca called him bossman, on top of that. ]
Hm. Quite a bit better if we avoid that, or you may be the Kaiju that we all have to fight.
[ It's said in jest, but there's the implied "unless...?" that's unmistakable in his voice.
Silco, though, is just as distracted by the sight of the city before them, even though they're on a balcony looking down, he can't help but feel... odd looking out a city like this. After spending so much of his time in Zaun, and then Kowloon... this is so different to him. It is not a dank pit, but even so...
Something about the city feels like desperation, or need. People here are hungry, they're desperate. Silco sniffed, half as if he could smell it, and half just to get a feel for the smell of this place. It wasn't as foul, but, the open air never was. He followed Tezca, a touch slower as his eyes wound around, drinking everything in. ]
I had a club.
[ His tone was dour, but his lips curled into slight smile. ] The one thing I had before that Kenos sought to grant me. [ You killed someone for it. ]
Imagine me desperate before, and you will understand that starting from nothing is a place I have been in before. Time, and time, and time again. It is almost as if the universe cannot stand the idea of me with something.
Or, perhaps, it fears me with it.