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Has anyone been experiencing occasional instances of apparitions in this fog that has rolled in everywhere? I've found little evidence that this is a common occurrence, but I remain a new addition to this place.

[Silco had seen fog and plenty of smog. He knew the difference between thugs lurking in the obscurity and the phantoms out of the corner of one's eye. Time to see who was useful.]

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Hmmmm.

[Silco eased away from the small kitchen area to circle their little one-bedroom house. It was nicer than where he had grown up but basically the size of his office in The Last Drop.

He kept his eyes down on the floor as he walked slowly as if in no hurry. He wasn't, but his thoughts were considering Jinx's words. Surely she knew that they were a lie, but was it worth a discussion into the depths of her self-destructive tendencies that had only increased dramatically with the return of the sister.]

Perhaps this place is trying to force us all to be more introspective of our own actions rather than repentant.

[opheliac]

( his daughter trots right on behind him, but when they reach the bedroom, jinx immediately makes her way to it first. without a care, she plops herself on the mattress, happily bouncing up and down by using her tushie as he speaks of another possibility of why they are truly here. )

My actions are my actions. All of 'em were in good intentions. If they knew everythin' about us to sentence our crime, then they oughta know our thought process and our perspective of whatever situation we've done.

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[Silco followed her in the bedroom. He crossed his arms over his chest carefully and moved to the window to peer out. He enjoyed gazing out windows despite the vulnerability that they created.]

Good people take bad actions for the right reason and bad people take good actions for the wrong reasons. Everyone has their own agenda. We both know that. Every decision has a kernel of selfishness.

i knew i had another tag from you somewhere

[opheliac]

( she hums after her bouncing comes into a stop, now flipping her left braid over her shoulder to start the undoing process. but something about her flipping that lock of hair over brings the sudden sensation of needing to itch. strange, but the teen drags her nails quickly over her neck then back to her braid. )

Well, whatever. I just hope they're not stuck up stuffies like the Topsider counselors. If I meet another one, I'm swallowing gun powder.

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[He missed the subtle gesture of scratching hidden in the act of her undoing her hair, but he was certain that the effects that he had seen at dinner would compound. He moved to stand at the window and stared into the fog that was churning outside. The natives here appeared to have built solid structures as there was no fog creeping inside, but he still had a feeling of unease looking into it.]

You mistake the Council. They care little about their population unless it brings them status or profits. They are far more like the Chem-Barons than we would like to admit, but that means that they can be brought to heel.

[A part of him wondered what that great Council of Piltover would do choking on the air from the mines. He had no doubt they would squirm and become righteous about such a rebellious act.]

No need for such dramatics, Jinx. On their own, we simply bring them to heel.

[opheliac]

( halfway through her braid, she peeks over at her father -- taking in his words and his stern stance. jinx doesn't say it much but she hopes to one day strike such a powerful stand someday. when many see her, they only see a five-two girl with long blue hair whose off her rocker. and while that's true with the capital t, his daughter hope to be just a little more fearful and powerful towards not just the locals, but to the rest of the chosen too. )

They're still a pain in the ass. I just don't want any of 'em here to spoil my fun. And that goes for the Aldrip folks, too. If I want something, I should be able to have it without any trouble.

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[For the moment, it seemed that neither of them had any intention of returning back to where they had come from even if the opportunity arose for them. He couldn't return, of course, for obvious reasons, and he would respect if Jinx changed her mind and returned back to their world.

However, until that decision was made, he had every intention of continuing with all the lessons he had doing before his untimely death. Some understood the implications of his continual reliance on Jinx for activities, but others thought he was insane to trust her with any responsibility. He would continue to set her on the path to being his successor, and he would hear no argument otherwise.]

You simply need to make part of the fun overcoming them. [He scoffed slightly.] You need to be challenged, Jinx. It's boring otherwise, and I've seen you bored before.

[opheliac]

( she hums quietly while puckering her lips simply because she can, thinking. )

I have been a lil' bored. I miss having dummies chase me down. OH! Like when I robbed the seafood shack sometime back. That was pretty fun.

( and of course, the reason she robbed their goods was to teach a kid how to cook -- in which, it's somewhat for the greater good and out of the kindness of her heart?)

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[The Undercity was a massive and busy place, and there was always something to do no matter the time of day or night. No one could ever claim that there was boredom to be found there, and this place was practically drab in comparison. It would be worse trapped inside.

For her. Not him. He busied himself with all manner of scheming and reading.]

It's beneficial that you're testing the hospitality of this place. We will get to the bottom of what the term chosen will mean to the locals.

[He had no doubt that she would act out as she always did. He didn't mind in the least; it was no different here as it was back in Zaun.]