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August Catch-All - Glitching Event

Who: Silco + Open to All
Where: Around Aldrip
What: August Monthly Post – Includes glitching
Warnings: Violence, murder

i. Glitching Out
[The previous month and part of this month, Silco had been spared having alterations to his person. His businesses, his property and even the generalized environment had seemed to be on the fritz, and no one seemed to know if it was a result of the previous infection or if they had failed their ‘rehab’ enough that this place was destabilizing and required a reset.

Still, he had to continue business as usual while he investigated on his own. That was until he was stepping out from the Last Drop to head to another business for a daily check-in when he experienced a disturbing situation not unlike being struck by lightning. He dropped at the unexpectedness of it all, and it took him exactly one minute to realize the difference.

He could see normally from both eyes. The aches of his facial scarring and generalized age had disappeared. The air felt unbearably clean to his lungs. His hair fell forward into his face.

Silco pushed himself back to his feet slowly, and he looked down at this hands – youthful hands – and then reached up to feel his face. There was a puddle of water nearby which he stepped over to look into, sighting an appearance half of his previous age.

Yet, his mind remained intact. He was trapped in a 20 year old body, and he couldn’t deny how amazing it felt.]

ii. Around Town - Parkour
[He didn’t know how long he was going to be stuck like this, but it seemed prudent to take advantage of the spirit of youthfulness. While he didn’t have idle time per say in Aldrip, he certainly made time every time that he stepped out of one of his businesses to enjoy what age and reputation had slowly turned him from.

Fissurefolk were infamous for their abilities to scale buildings and get into places that few others would dare to. Silco had been the slimmest of their group, meaning he could slide into narrow alleys and scale buildings were Vander had trouble; getting down was Vander’s strength. So he was going to enjoy the freedom.

Silco could be seen around the residential and commercial spaces perform feats that were as easy as breathing for those of his people. Scaling buildings, run over rooftops and leap between buildings, flip over large open spaces, and even using random poles to perform. It was all about testing the limits of a body he had outgrown years ago, and he found he enjoyed himself.]

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[Staff of the Last Drop had wisely determined that Richard visiting was a common enough occurrence that they only waved the younger man through whenever he arrived. The bartender and serving staff shared knowing looks, but otherwise, they knew better than to say anything to anyone about the frequent visitations. It was easiest at the Last Drop to meet as it had the largest office with attached living space.

They had, perhaps, been seeing each other more than usual since he had been affected by the Glitch. He knew he had definitely been hanging around the younger man more often in the evenings, so the visitation during the late afternoon was not unusual and actually welcomed. A brief conversation before he had Richard sit on his big desk where he could crowd the younger man and press his nose into Richard’s dark hair to breathe in that familiar scent.

His hands rested on the desk, and he steadily began to press his weight against Richard when there was a sudden knock at the door to his office. He withdrew instantly, willing to maintain their ‘secrecy’ about their affair. His main barman stepped in, looking uncertain and concerned. "You got company, boss. Said they wouldn’t wait."

As if on cue, a familiar hand shoved the bartender aside and in walked Finn, the man flicking that annoying lighter with a sense of superiority. The equally familiar Renni followed, and the pair of them drew him a step over from Richard. He nodded his head and the door was closed behind the pair to provide him privacy with his very unwanted guests. They looked exactly as he recalled, except for the fact Finn was dead and Renni running scared.]

Finn. Renni. What unfortunate timing, as usual. Sevika is unfortunately not here to dust your seats today.

[The pair watched him, and it was obvious they didn’t see the young man that he was. In their reflects, he felt the age when he had arrived.]

We have business, Silco.

Do we? [He glanced at Richard then back at the pair.] Not with you, but with him, yes. Perhaps you should make an appointment.

[Finn made a point of easing into the chair on the other side of his desk, unperturbed by his coldness. This was their usual give and take after all. And just like usual, the young man’s fascination with that lighter was meant to be both a distraction and an annoyance.]

Who’s your companion? Looks nothing like the power Sevika has, so it seems to me you’re not in a position to send us away. Maybe send your little one back to the brothel.

[Richard had been one of the fortunate ones and had seemingly been spared from this newest affliction that plagued the city. There was no physical changes to his person nor any ghosts visiting him. Aside the usual ones, that is. Joan had started to act a little strange as she would only stay in the background and avoid confronting Richard. But the duke assumed it to be just one of her games.

But that didn't mean that Richard wasn't affected by the sudden changes in the environment, leaving him find himself rather out of sorts and anxious. And during those times he preferred to find support and grounding from the temporary warmth that Silco's company had began to represent. So, he made his way to the Last Drop and headed upstairs as usual. Growing more accustomed to this world culture and wanting to blend in more, Richard had decided to leave the sword behind and instead of the tight leather he wore black loose linen underneath his cloak.. Not really beating any goth allegations, there.

If he had any issues or doubts regarding Silco's new form he didn't show them. Brushing past any conflicting feelings Richard had decided to take most out of his companion's renewed vigor -- in form of exercise and sparring. Along with other activities, like right now.

It had become a sort of a dance that they knew too well. A brief conversation, a touch and a silent understanding. The steps followed each smoothly as always Richard dug his sharp gloved fingers in Silco's neck, playfully pulling on the man's now longer hair as he welcomed the contact.

But! The spell was broken before it even had chance to become reality. The knock on the door made Richard quickly slide down on the table, taking a step to the side so that it wasn't Too Obvious what they were up to just a moment ago. But before Richard had a chance to properly to fix his appearance a two beings that he could only describe as monsters waltzed right in.

Richard looked at the pair in disbelief, eyes wide as nervousness briefly visited his face. A golden sabertooth and a half-beast of a woman. He could recognize them as humans, sure, but at the same time they looked like demons who had popped right out of his nightmare. Luckily his shock dimmed out as he noticed that the pair barely saw him there and instead addressed Silco in a familiar manner.

Zaun truly was a city of monsters.

He listened the exchange between the parties in silence, sparing Silco a questioning look. Normally, he'd leave right away so that the man could have privacy with his dealings but something told him that this encounter could easily escalate and turn dangerous at any minute.

So, when the golden-jawed monster finally addressed his presence, in a rather degrading manner, Richard decided to play into the misconception. His lips curled into shy grin and as he turned around, walking past the table while dragging his sharp nails along the wooden surface.]

Come now. There's no need to be like that. We can all share, no? [He says, voice low and smooth like saccharine as he settles in front of the stranger, cocking his head to the side as he leaned on table behind him.]

[His blue eyes shifted from the Chem-Barons to Richard and back again, gauging the younger man's reaction to the invasion of their space. Silco had no body modification like most Chem-Barons, and previously his facial scarring had been his most defining feature. Renni and Finn leaned into the full atmosphere of Zaun, benefitting from the body modifications for their own pleasure and appearances. He doubted Richard had seen anything quite like it.

He narrowed his eyes, still getting used to the fact that he could, especially when paired with perfect vision. He set his hands on his desk so that he could lean over slightly; his frame wasn't as filled out as when they had known him, but it didn't seem to matter. He was keenly aware of his knife sitting on his desk. He knew Finn was aware of it as well, but he had not been much of a man of personal action. His ruthlessness came in making everyone else fall in line with the threat of him.

He would choke them out again, but that would put Richard in grave risk of death.

Instead, he was fascinated to watch Richard shift into a different gear, like the younger man was leaning into being a temptress. Finn didn't seem to notice or care much, focused on him as the real threat to the seat of power. Renni though was wise enough to eye Richard, never underestimating one who may be a sex worker.

He snorted in a degrading manner.] I wouldn't bother with Finn. He preferences only allow him to rise to the occasion when tears and whimpering are involved. You'd have better luck with Renni.

[Finn, unable to help himself, rose to the bait.] You owe us, Silco. You failed on your promise, on your so-called 'war' with Piltover. [Finn laughed, and it did sting just a touch to have his failure rubbed in his face.] I think we should have the Last Drop in compensation.

[Richard's eyes briefly move to glance at the Beast-Woman in the back. Truth to be told this 'Renni' actually intimidated him much more than the golden man with her appearance that just screams a witch. The man mostly looked bizarre more than anything, a monster that waited to be slayed like in children's story.]

Well if he wants to cry I don't mind. We do not discriminate here. [He sneers, echoing along with Silco's jab. But fair enough, he doesn't make a move from the spot yet. The man was not interested in him and the woman looked like she might strike him down if he were to overstep. But it was fine, the more he appeared non-threatening the more likely it was that the pair wouldn't bother with him.

When the man raises to an obvious bait, Richard listens keenly. So, the group had bad blood between them in form of unsatisfied business? Well he had thought as much. But when the fool makes a demand for compensation Richard has to actually resist the urge to laugh. This? A bar for failed war campaign? How foolish and petty can this man be?]

[Silco found that Richard's response irked the young Chem-Baron as much as his own would; he felt a stir of excitement to watch the younger man - wait, older man now, right? - work with the situation. Of course, this behaviour was not abnormal in the Lanes, but he was not known to have pleasurable company openly.]

A new pretty dog, huh? You don't normally let others speak for you. Losing your touch?

[Finn moved to rise again, using superior height to look down on Richard, sizing the younger man up. The Chem-Baron even went so far as to push Richard's hair in an attempt to reveal the heterochroma.]

I won't provide you any compensation. Our fight continues. [Silco remained where he was for the moment, but tension began between his shoulders.]

[Renni stepped forward.] No. We've supported you enough.

[He snorted, shaking his head. There was no way he was giving up the Last Drop. There was a reason that he had brought it here, and two sniveling ingrates.] You wouldn't know what do with the Drop. It doesn't bring in money like your other ventures...

Control the Last Drop, control the Lanes. [Finn was reaching behind himself for a knife.] You can leave with your whore, or I'll take pleasure in reminding you why you keep Sevika.

Closed - Richard

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