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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.]
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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Who are you? How do you know my name, and what have you done with Silco? — You've got thirty seconds, Bonehead, or I'll start popping.
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I told you there was an issue.
[He stepped off the branch, toe touching on the next one down to bounce his way down the tree before landing with a crouch on the lowest branch available. His clothing was not anything she would be familiar with as styles had changed, and folded his fingers together as they rested on his crouched knees.
Maybe, just maybe, he was having a little fun with this.]
You wouldn't shoot me at a time like this, would you?
cw: light voices and hallucinations
and his daughter manages to discover a few recognizable features, but she doesn't trust her mind too well, either. her eyes briefly twitch again and not wanting to evade her stare, she nudges her head the other way as to signal someone (except there is no one else present) to move. ]
Get a closer look. [ ... ] — Ugh, just do it!
[ anyway, back to the person at hand, and answering his question with a short foxy smirk. ]
Heh, that depends. If I like the answer to why you have your grubby hands on my dad's phone.
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Jinx's reaction was expected, which was one of the reasons he wanted to meet with her away from other people. Despite the fact that she was aiming a pistol at his face, he still felt in control of the situations where he could manage external stimulus that might heighten her voices.]
That would be because I am your father.
[He leaned forward on the branch, putting his face closer to her own for inspection.]
I've been stuck like this for the better part of the day, and who knows how long it will last for. The corruption seems quick for some and long-lasting for others.
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her arm becomes slightly rickety as her eyes dance between her supposedly father and the ghost of her brother. she still doesn't seem fully convinced, until he closes the gap between them, her pupils large and round while she quibbles at each little characteristics of his face. he is speaking to her, but jinx is far too mesmerized at this young man before, as her arm falls dead weight at her side — the pistol plummeting by her feet. his daughter gazes deeply in his blues, then delicately lifts a hand to shield where his bad eye would be. it's when she does this, that everything makes sense and her entire posture and face softens — the kind of gentle that is only reserved for him. ]
I've always known you were beautiful when you were young, too.
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The corner of his lips twitched in a smirk at her reaction, pleased with himself and her for eventually recognizing him. He remained still as she raised a hand to cover his left eye, but her words caused him to abort lifting a hand towards his own face and stopping before actually making contact.
He was not used to people calling him beautiful, not even his daughter.]
That isn't... a common reaction, not even when I was this age.
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I don't get it. Why is this an issue again?
[ she asks with genuine honesty while crouching down to pick up her forgotten pistol, fastening it back on her hip in place. ]
Old people are always complaining about being old, and would always say — [ using a mocking old man voice: ] "When I was young, things were soooooo much better!"
[ she drops the accent and dialect with her head cocking to one side again. ]
Now you can move around and do whatever!! [ realizing how that sounded, she quickly corrects herself. ] — Uh, without the... creaky bones.
[that seems less offensive, right? ]
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We're basically the same age physically. I assumed that might make things strange between us.
[He was so used to her running her mouth about subjects that he barely even raised an eyebrow, even as he crossed his arms over his chest to watch her. She was taking this better than expected, so that was relief. She also hadn't shot him, so that was a bonus; the enforcers had enjoyed shooting at them as the scrambled back down to the Lanes or deeper into the Undercity.]
No, things were far worse when I was this age. Of course, we contributed to that...
[He did not, as a rule, talk very much about the Undercity of his day. His life seemed to start and stop when Vander tried to kill him in the Pilt, but being this whole did allow him moments to reminisce of the united Undercity he had once lived in, oppressed with their back against the wall and loyalty to each other when resources ran thin.]
Are you saying that because I climbed your tree without your assistance?
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[ and just for play, jinx activates her shimmer speed to skate around him in a circle, before halting back in front of him again with a wide grin on her face. ]
This means you can quit working all the time...! We can do all the stuff we couldn't do together. — Like climb my tree, which next time you'll ask before you do, or I'll hit you.
[ in despite of her "threat", it's in a cheery tone, and she clasps her fingers behind her back as she sways from side to side. ]
Sooooo! What should we do first? Play a game? Have lunch? Drink 'till we're stupid? Not me, I don't get stupid. Or race? I'll play nice and won't use Shimmer.
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He tilted his head in curiosity to her assumption that he would stop working all the time. What had he done to give that impression?] Why would I quit working all the time? If anything, I can work more. [He turned his head to look up the way to the treehouse.] Is that so? What are you hiding up there that I should know about?
[He sighed from his nose as she took his youth as a sign to get shit-faced or just plain run around like a couple of careless teenagers. So that's what it was like, hmm?]
Don't you think I carry you home from being drunk too often already? All of that sounds like 'fun', and you've told me I'm allergic to fun on more than one occasion.
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You're not going to work more, you're not going near my treehouse, and we're going to unallergic you once and for all...!
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He followed, keeping to his feet and tugging on his arm an attempt to have it returned to him.]
That's not how allergies work, Jinx. And just what's in that treehouse?
[He, of course, would not enter it without her permission; he respected her space. The only time he would go there would be in the case of an emergency, which this clearly was not.]
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[ and since he is attempting to retrieve his arm, she allows him, but only to spin around to face silco with her hands on her hips. ]
It's not important, why do you care so much anyway? I don't ask about your room, and I don't wanna know 'cause I know what happens in there is gross.
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My room? You mean sleeping? And housing my clothing?
[He did not have people over to the house. Ever. His offices on the other hand, well, they may have seen a little more company lately than usual.]
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Yeah, sleeping.
[ jinx is definitely expressing the word in an entirely different meaning, and that is the point. but she is also trying to be clever by playing with the term to mean his way too. ]
Something I don't really do.
[ spinning on her heels (and her braids flying around behind), she returns to march them both down the path with her arms extending out like she's balancing herself on a tight rope. ]
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Yes, sleeping in my room. I don't have sex in the house, unlike someone in this conversation.
[He rolled his eyes behind her back, shaking his head. They weren't going to discuss their sexual relationships here in the forest, were they?]
Where have you decided to force me to go tonight to work on this allergy you claim I have?
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Whoa, hold on there! I've never had sex in the house. Quentin snuck over once, we made out, and we fell asleep. Nothing happened. Just because he gave me hickies all the time, doesn't mean it was because we did it, okay?
[ huffing, she folds her arms over her chest with her cheeks reddening over her freckles. ]
You're on thin ice, Mister. If you keep this up, I'm going to ask for a piggyback ride.
cw: sex talk
Haven't you? Oral sex is still sex. [He had no proof of course. He resented the fact that the boy had been over, invading the safe space he had with Jinx back then.] Hickies might have been the second smartest thing he ever did with that fat mouth of his.
[He made a noise as he slipped by her on the path, reaching up and tug his messy bun tighter at the top of his head.]
Oh really? I thought this evening was about having fun? I'm enjoying myself.
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it wasn't that he was right, more like... half-right. she and quentin might have behaved themselves the one time he snuck her in her room, but her brief one-sided escapades with the locals was a different story. jinx resists the urge to stick her tongue at her father's back at his "I'm enjoying myself" remark, but she does grumble something underneath her breath whether he can pick up on it or not. because no matter what, she gets the last word any discussion with anyone.]
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He heard her grumbling and pretended not to as he walked down the path towards the city. He felt no need to edge her in the conversation, knowing he had won the verbal spar regardless of her having the last word. If anything, his silence was his triumph. Instead, he decided to change the subject.]
We're almost at the city edge. Where are you going to drag me, hmm?
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[ she reports, now darting to get ahead of him again once their surroundings become less timberland, and more metropolis. not too far from where they stood, is a local (astoundingly not malfunctioning and frozen in place) sitting idly with a wagon and horse.
jinx instantly advances to the stranger while fishing in her pockets for some coins to pay the citizen for his service. she tells him to take her and silco to the entertainment district, and he inspects the coins by teething it for its quality insurance. wordlessly, he nods to her and straightens his spine to prep for the drive as she scurries off to hop on the wagon, extending her hand out to her father to climb on board with her. ]
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[He sounded a touch dubious to her idea of a pit stop, but he followed anyway. He generally traveled by vehicle or by foot within the city, preferring to slip away into alleys more often than not. However, he eyed the horse with a remembrance of Emet-Sulch saving him in the fields.
He would not deny Jinx at this point, and he followed her around to the back of the wagon. He took her hand and allowed her to help him in, where he could sit on the edge of the wagon as it lurched into motion.]
You've eaten today, have you?
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her attention lands to silco than their unbalance atmosphere, then mutely shakes her head. fully aware it's an answer he wouldn't favor for, jinx casts her gaze somewhere else as her thumb slithers underneath the rubber band as stealthy as she can. ]
Haven't been in the mood to eat.
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He noted her shake of the head and nodded in return. Their eating habits were not anyone's choice. Of course, he was actually hungry; he expected that was a twenty-year old metabolism at work.]
Do you think you'd be willing to try tonight? I'm going to eat.
[Which was something that shouldn't be an odd admittance but probably was. He reached out to take her wrist lightly to examine the rubber band.] The corruption is affecting you?
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but when he takes a hold of her wrist, her pinks gleam with embarrassment. so much for pretending her sanity's been leveled. still though, she chuckles sheepishly and tries to evade the question with a tease. ]
Eh heh heh, not as bad as you, Silly! You're the corrupted one here, not me.
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cw: old school discipline methods
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cw: slight paranoia
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cw: descriptions of facial/eye injury
cw: partial nudity + maybe drugs. — a party but not that kind of party
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