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( ten minutes passes and still no reply back. is it concerning? maybe she is dealing with the intruder and that takes some time. or maybe she's simply distracted again. )

[He isn't concerned. She comes and goes as she pleases. If it's more than twenty-four hours, then he will fill her inbox with words.]

( luckily, he wouldn't need to do that because she'll reply back in given time. within an hour, he'll get: )

so ghosts huh?

Edited 2023-09-04 19:51 (UTC)

Is that what you saw in your hideout?

yeah. i cant tell if its this place messing with me or... the other thing.

What did you see?

mom.

[Ah. That was not a subject that came up often, not around him anyway.]

What was your mother doing or saying?

she just called out for powder and went away.

An illusion meant to upset you, nothing more.

right. i got my stuff. so im heading home.

[Nothing they could do about the dead, even when they decided to haunt them in the fog.]

Very well. I will see you when you arrive.

ok.

( it's a shame their home is small. now would be the time to barricade herself for the remainder of the day. but at least their new home has some rafters in their ceiling. jinx will just use that as her little camping ground. )

[Their place was a small, a one bedroom. However, the rafters were left open at request, so it would at least give her space away from him for her usual contemplations. The place kept the fog out - mostly, and that's where much of his attention was turning to until Jinx takes to the rafters.

Every day the fog was thickening. Each hour actually. Building almost like the nightly smog that clogged the undercity streets.

Silco tipped his head to stare up into the rafters, arms folded behind his back as he picked out her form in the dim evening light.]

You should eat something.

[Read: Do you want to talk about what happened?]

( she's been quiet since she's been home which is dangerously abnormal for someone like her. jinx is always a chatterbox and causes a lot of noise, whether towards someone or towards "the others". but this evening, she is pretty silent with an casual creak of her shifting around.

her mind's been so full and the voices hadn't been too helpful, replaying her mother's voice in her head and attempting to recall her long buried younger years. jinx doesn't remember too much of her real parents, sometimes forgotten they existed in the first place. should she be ashamed of that? vi tried to get her to remember them during that horrible night and it just goes to show she thought of them more than her. jinx cranks her neck a little to peer down at silco briefly only to turn to her attention back to the ceiling. )

I'm not hungry.

( ... except her stomach growls pretty loudly in protest. slightly embarrassed, jinx sets her hand over her midriff to simmer it down and hoped he didn't hear it. )

Edited 2023-09-05 01:19 (UTC)

[He respected her need for time away from people; it was why her workshop was away from the Last Drop and he tried to keep its location away from others. This place and this small house didn't afford them much in the way of privacy, so he busied himself studying the network and putting together a small meal (fish fry).

Cooking was something he had persisted on a long time ago, but since he had gained power as a Chem-Baron and even a crime lord, others had performed such duties for him. Now he was forced to relearn - slowly - that old survival skill.

He peered up into the rafters still, raising his brow at the rumbling of her stomach.]

Your stomach says otherwise. You can either come down and eat, or I can pass you a plate to eat in the rafters.

( she peeks down to the man again, feeling slightly guilty suddenly for behaving maybe a little coldish. it's not like it's his fault the illusion screwed with her head and is now feeling so off.

and given what she had done to him, she should be nice enough to at least come down and eat what he prepared for them. it's the least she can do. so his daughter hops on down from the rafters, toeing off her boots too since she had decided she'll be staying in tonight. plucking up her boots, jinx scurries off quickly to set them by the door then back to him -- reminding herself she should put something more comfortable on after she eats dinner. )

[When it seemed that she had decided to come down, Silco moved away to allow her to slip to the floor at her own leisure. He returned to their small kitchen to put food on plates and set them on the small table. It was already set of course because he pre-planned more than he let on.

He seated himself, leaning back in the chair and waiting for Jinx. It was obvious she was upset, and she was normally fairly open with him so figured he would wait her out. Clearly, the encounter with her mother in the fog had bothered her. Perhaps...]

( jinx maneuvers her way over to their kitchen, pull out the chair and then taking her seat. her gaze is down at the fish fry before her -- now letting it sink in that she never had silco's cooking before. they always had their food brought to them or it had been made by others or the famous jericho. the meal itself doesn't look astonishing but it doesn't look poorly either.

it has the appearance of home. that could be her imagination, of course. for all she knows, silco just whipped something up with very little love and care being put into it. but... there's something about the dish that makes it seem homely to her. and that's when she realizes a second thing -- this is also the first time the two of them are really sitting together at a dinner table... about to eat dinner. her cheeks flush at the awareness of it, ducking her head a little to hide it (but her pink eyes gleaming is betraying her). slowly, she raises up her fork and knife and begins to cut -- for once not using her bare hands to rip it apart. for some reason, it feels inappropriate to do when this moment feels way more meaningful than it probably should. )

... Did it take you long to make this?

Edited 2023-09-05 04:11 (UTC)

[Their schedules didn't often allow for a sit-down meal. She was off and about with her own business, and he was constantly busy with expanding and solidifying his empire while also making moves against Piltover. The rare occasion they did have a meal together, it was a brief affair mostly due to the fact that neither of them was patient enough to eat a full meal.

Seafood was one of the few dishes he had worked with. Other protein groups not so much given their rarity in the Undercity as well as their expense. It wasn't pretty, but he considered it edible and at this point, that's all they could expect of him. He watched her settle in the seat across from him, and it was only when she took the lead on eating that he also picked up his utensils and began to cut.]

No. It's been some time since I cooked, but it isn't a complicated recipe. [Make sure it was cooked was the only notation from memory.]

For me, there's a large dog in the fog. It is fleeting, but I know it is stalking me.
[House of the Undercity.] This unusual weather is playing with our senses and our emotions.

( ah, so they're getting right into this topic, huh? she frowns over it, but she won't protest about the subject. jinx readjusts in her seating just a smidge to hunch a little over with both of her elbows onto the table -- getting ready to take the first bite.

and when she does, her taste buds dances in enjoyment of its lovely flavor. a small yet warm smile creeps on her face, chewing and already slicing another piece when she hadn't finished the first bite yet. gazing up to him finally, the smile is more noticeable which may look odd considering the conversation they're currently having. these two things definitely don't go together. but it's her way of showing she really enjoys this meal he prepared. )

What do ya think is gonna happened next? This gotta be leadin' up to something.

Edited 2023-09-05 15:47 (UTC)

[He had no expectation that she would reveal more than she already had about her experience in the fog, but he was hedging his bets that she would if he was open and honest with her about his. It was easier to ply her in the quiet moments if he gave first, and show of the trust that he had for her to keep his secrets.

Her enjoyment of the food was interesting, and it forced him to actually try it to confirm that it wasn't terrible. No, it was edible if a little on the soggy side. It would win no awards, but it would fill their bellies and the time between whatever subject they were talking about.]

I couldn't say. We will see if the fog continues to thicken over the next few days, and perhaps these apparitions will haunt us more tangibly.

[Was he prepared to face off against Vander? Yes. Though, his opinion on his old brother's weakness had changed over the years.]

We know there are always monsters in the fog. Often times those monsters are us.

( her mood soon twists somber, musing over her father's words and thoughts as she forks her next bite. )

I... I dunno if I can handle seeing her again. ( jinx quietly admits while anxiously wiggling her toes behind her socks underneath the table. )

It's just, I haven't thought of her in so long and it's... weird to now. ( ... ) She'd probably hate me if she was still around.

( chewing on her lower lip for a brief moment, she raises up the fork to take her bite -- trying her best to have her mind focus on the flavor of the food than thoughts of an alternate reality where her real parents would be disappointed in her. ... like vi was in the beginning. they'd probably love how wonderful vi turned out. strong, seem to have everything put together, a gross girlfriend, would probably take in mizuki as a replacement daughter too. )

You may not get a choice. However, your mother died on that bridge a long time ago. Whatever this apparition has to say is unlikely to be what your actual mother would.

[He made a point of eating slowly between the conversation now that it had turned to the subject that he expected she needed to talk about. He still regarded over from across their tiny little table, setting his fork down on the edge of his plate a moment later.]

If you don't remember much of her, why would you assume she would hate you? You survived; you thrived; you brought about the revolution she gave her life for.

I dunno. 'Cuz I didn't grow up like Vi? ( she throws up a hand with a slight eyeroll to follow. ) That I'm different and didn't turn out the way everyone wanted me to.

... Not that I care. ( jinx mumbles those words which holds some truth. she doesn't care if strangers, known as the chosen, think of her as a disgusting human being or a monster. a good chuck of them are just insects she has to walk over every day. but when it comes to her real parents, her former adopted family before silco, and even vi sometimes... those opinions jab at her heart in a way it shouldn't. )

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