#tni: silas rune

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(dichloro approaches lune slowly, though still keeping outside the circle.) you seem really protective of this kid.. what makes you care about him so much? especially since you seem so hostile to everyone else.

"I don't care about the kid okay..." He said quite bluntly. "I just..." Silas seemed suddenly lost for words, his ears drooped further as he searched for an explanation. "It's just..."

"When Lune says something... he's just being honest with me. Sure it might really hurt in the moment... but at least I know he's not judging me without a good fuckin' reason." "But everyone else? Everyone else always assumes the worst of me. What else am I supposed to do...? I already proved that they should, there ain't no going back now. " He sighed before turning away. "I- ...Look it doesn't matter alright? Right now I have other shit I should be doing."

"I'm tired of it and his life matters more right now... that kids familiar can only do so much. If he was a human... he would have healed by now. But... that's my fault too. Just like everything around this fuckin' place." He huffed, he didn't have time to linger on this any longer. "I gotta go." As it did a moment ago Silas' illusion began to appear, this time with an intention. His familiar features were quick to shift into something more basic and feral.

And just as it appeared the illusion flashed a grin.

"Do me a favour alright~? Don't touch Lune."

-> Seems Silas has wandered off to somewhere unknown... -> "Chapter 1: The Introduction" has ended.

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Silas pulled his hand away in response, he wasn't expecting rebellion towards his threats, especially one he said with such confidence. The sudden physical contact made him cringe, despite his face being hidden his body language made it obvious he felt discomfort at being touched. He didn't like that, not one bit, her lack of fear was unnerving and the sinister grin she gave made his skin crawl. It felt like the power and advantage he had over her was suddenly pulled out from underneath him. He didn't have control over the situation anymore and that terrified him.

As she leered back everything in his body was screaming at him to run, yet just as before when faced with something much scarier than himself he froze like a deer in headlights. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to do and he was so confused by the situation he didn't even realize the unexpected stinging pain that was quickly starting to dig into his fur. It was only when he felt his mask finally beginning to slip that his panic and self-preservation finally kicked in.

"Please stop-!" Silas yelped out in fear, his claws were franticly clawing at the vines but he did little damage to them. It was like all his efforts to escape meant nothing to her, he felt so helpless and scared. Of course, he would die this way, a victim to his own stupidity. His breathing quickly spiralled out of control as he felt the vines begin to tighten, he didn't like this. It all felt so sickeningly familiar to him, the pressure around his neck, the way he gasped for air and panicked, it was all much too close to something from his past. This had happened before? Hadn't it? This was something he was acquainted with, something he knew well. She always did this to him, just another punishment on the long list.

And for some reason, everything in his mind couldn't stop him from melting back into those moments. She was here again, wasn't she? Back from the grave to torment him? Despite everything he knew, every logical thought denying her existence in the present he couldn't shake the thought. In one last ditch effort to ease his anxiety, he opened his eyes... But that only gave him a passing glance of a face he knew well.

Lady Ombre was truly gone, her words falling on deaf ears as she lectured the fox. All that replaced her was the terrifying memory of a ghost here to hurt him once more.

Silas franticly kicked and squirmed in the air, his tiny paws were desperately attempting to tear at the magical energy around his neck. Seance merely looked on in annoyance.

"What are you good for if not? You really don't know how to do anything, do you?" Seance scoffed, her magic was slowly tightening around the fox's neck more. Her grip easily constricted his airway. "I asked you to kill... one person." She held a singular claw up as the tiny Giratina spirit drifted around her, "But you couldn't even do that little fox, could you?" "Why do I even ask you to do things, what are you worried they're going to hurt you?" She laughed as Silas struggled. "You should be more scared of me than some stranger, did you not learn what happens when you don't listen? Was the tail not enough? Do you need another reminder?" "What's next, Hm..." The ghost hummed, pacing around the fox in thought. "How about an ear, or maybe." She suddenly grinned as her eyes darted back to him. "An eye? Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Every time you'd open your little eyes and realize you can't quite see the whole picture, you'll remember me and think about how much you should have listened... How does that sound, hm? Or I could finally just kill you?" Silas frantically shook his head in reply, the air he was able to breathe in was getting more scarce by the second. "You're right. That'd be too merciful, someone as horrible as you doesn't deserve mercy." With the last bits of air he could get the fox gave a broken plead. 

"Ugh, Seriously?" She groaned.

Silas hit the ground with a loud thud, the sudden allowance of air instantly threw him into a coughing fit. Seance however just stared down in irritation, her ears twitching with every sharp cough. "Are you fucking done now?"She asked in irritation, she obviously felt no remorse for her actions. "Stop the dramatic coughing fit, you're not getting any sympathy from me. You want sympathy then why don't you crawl your way back to your human, hm?" "I'm sure she's stupid enough to reward your misbehaviour with pets and kisses. You always did like being a little pampered pet, didn't you? Having a soft bed and food in your bowl~" She mocked. "Disgusting really, you pets are all the same." Silas only continued to cough before he made a weak effort to stand.

He only looked down in shame, despite her scolding, tears quickly began to fill his eyes. But there was no sadness, no emotion to go along with them all he felt was a disconnect from his surroundings as he drifted back into reality. [ . . . ] It seemed Lady had let go of him long ago, but he was too stuck in his head to have noticed. He only sat there in silence as his hand cautiously wandered to the place where the vines were. The presence of pressure still lingered even if the vines were no longer there. He seemed confused, unsure why Lady Ombre didn't simply kill him when she had the chance.

Just as she left the fox made a frantic scramble for his mask. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, all he could mutter out was faint repetitive apologies as he shakily took the kitsune mask in hand.

Once he felt it in his hands a faint calmness washed over him... He took a long moment to stare at it in silence. His claw was gently scratching at the smooth surface of the mask, a feeble attempt to help ground himself in the present day. He still seemed extremely shaken up from the interaction with her. His hands were unintentionally trembling, and he couldn't stop his tears from worsening as moments passed. He was so tired of this, he was so tired of showing weakness and letting strangers have power over him. He was getting so tired of people treating him badly, pushing him around, finding new ways to get under his skin and bring him to the pathetic tears he struggled to hide. "Everything is fine..." He muttered before he finally flipped the mask, completely set on using it to conceal any leftover tears.

"Why do I always do such stupid things…"

-> Oh? What's this? Seems Silas will remember this interaction. Lady Ombre has been added to the relationships page. -> Silas has been... slightly injured and will have minor scratches going forward.

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Calamity@Lady Ombre: The florges approached the trio as she looked voer the small giratina "Greetings all mighty," she greeted her politley "I havent seen any gods or goddesses from my universe so im not sure how its suppose to be..." she thought out slightly before looking towards Silas "This prison...." she said lightly in thought patting her chin with hand "Why was he imprisoned? It has something to do with the young zorua...?" her gaze wondered to the collapsed zorua who still haven't moved "Right...?"

Silas's shouting had quickly melted into silence, I suppose this was a job for Calamity then! She happily approached Lady, ready to answer her question.

Her reply was interrupted as Calamity seemed to zone off in confusion, that couldn't be right. She didn't say he could use that. There were no spirits of Giratina around beside her. A look of horror began to bleed into her expression. There was only one person who could do that. Someone much more important than a lowly spirit, someone divine.

Reality quickly hit the spirit as she began to squirm in a panic, everything was going wrong and so quickly. "W-wait!! No! I-"

The fox raised his arm, bringing the spirit much higher. Though his face was covered it was clear he was upset, the tone of his voice was harsh and unforgiving. "I am not your Nym." "I gave you no permission to address me as such." He growled, "Call me that again, Next time I'm going to do more than just kill you. I don't want your stupid nicknames. We are not friends and we will never be friends. I don't want to be anyone's stupid fuckin' friend, Okay? So just, fuck off. Alright!" Instead of fighting Silas, Calamity quickly began to accept her fate, she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. As much as she wanted to live she didn't have the heart to fight back. Tears quickly began to fill her eyes and as she shook in terror.

The impact was rough, dust-filled but the results were clear. Silas gave a huff, he felt nothing towards that thing's death. No sadness, no guilt, he had no connection with it. Why would he care about the death of a thing that couldn't even feel true emotions or pain? Everything she did was just an act to earn trust, a facade to seem like she was real. Something to make him care about her. He wasn't going to fall for it.

The silence was eerie, all that could be heard was the occasional small sniffle from Silas as he stared off. It seemed the fox's thoughts were wandering again.

"I hope you didn't want to talk to that thing, I think you should have asked a little quicker. It's much too late now." His tone was mocking, and demeaning as he leaned towards the Florges.

"I've taken down much worse than a poor little lost ghost. Just ask anyone~ I'm sure they'll tell you how much I love killing small, little helpless ghosts like you. They always like to squirm and scream." "So, This is what's going to happen. You're going to turn around, you're going to walk away and then you're going to leave this place, alright? How does that sound, hm?" Though he phrased it as a question, it's clear it wasn't. This was a threat, but something in his tone wasn't quite right. Something was off… there was almost a slight tremble to his voice? It was quickly covered as the fox gave a soft hum, "Well, Unless you want to find out why I was stuck in that stupid little prison, and I both think we know you don't." "If not, I'm sure we can arrange otherwise." He grinned, even with his face covered it echoed in his voice. "We can see how quickly you can die if you'd like~" "Maybe you can beat the bug's record? But, I doubt that, you seem like a stubborn one having stuck around this long."

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(@breed-station ) Magby grew a little frustrated how Silas treated the others around just asking to help him. "Look buddy, this is none of our business obviously, but wouldnt it be easier to accept help from strangers? Refusing and then lamenting about your past mistakes doesnt bring you any further as well, ya know. And btw, i think ya got a visitor you should pay attention too."

Silas quickly shifted into his illusion as he approached Magby. Though his intention was not to attack them, he made his aggression towards the tiny Pokemon was made clear.

"You should really watch what you say, and who you say it to. I don't need your fuckin' sass right now." The illusion leaned in, it was lingering much too close for comfort, and its teeth were barely inches away from them. Silas had no interest in killing them even if the illusion suggested otherwise. It only gave a tiny huff before it fully backed off.

"I already got bullied once today, and I ain't about to let it happen again. I'm not going to be everyone's punching bag." He sighed before his gaze fell away. "I already have had enough of that in my life."

"Strangers are called 'strangers' for a REASON. I don't know who the fuck I can trust anymore after everyone's always taken advantage of me." His words seemed suddenly sad, he was finally being honest for once. "How the hell am I supposed to know who I can accept help from without them roping me into being their personal servant huh? Would you blindly trust everyone you meet if everyone's always tried to use you to get what they want? Hm? I fuckin' doubt it."

→ Silas doesn't seem too happy with Magby's words. → The lurking presence will be addressed soon.

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Angela@Silas: "Do you just like to spend your little time torturing and murdering ghosts? How dare you do that to literal spirits of children? They can't hurt you, they've already suffered enough pain from passing and you just spend time killing them again? What do you have to gain from it other than some sort of sadistic satisfaction?"

Angela's comment quickly broke the fox out of whatever sad stupor he was previously in. Did she just say what he thought she said...? He didn't imagine that did he?

How dare someone reduce him to THAT kind of person. Silas gave a sinister grin as he leaned back, he clearly was not in the mood to be judged and so wrongly accused.

He finally let out a sigh as his illusion dissipated. "If you think I'm the type of person to hurt a child. You're fuckin' mistaken. I'm not someone who hurts children," He spat out his words, there was clearly hurt behind them. "I would never stoop so low to use them for my own personal gain, that's disgusting." "I-..." His voice shook as he glanced back to Angela, he looked as if he wanted to retreat away from such horrid accusations, but he stood his ground. "I know what it's like being a helpless child at the mercy of a sick and twisted adult. I know far too fucking well what it's like for an adult to take advantage of my innocence for their own personal desires. I would never do that to a child. I would never even dream of hurting a child." He began a low growl as he threw her a glare.

"That spirit wasn't a child moron." He huffed out in a fit of rage, he didn't enjoy being accused of such horrible things and he certainly wasn't going to be nice to the person who just did so. "That spirit's older than me, than even you and that's saying something cause you look ancient." He laughed giving a sneer.

"What if I do get some sadistic little gain from hurting ghost-types hm~?" She wanted to assume the worst about him, he might as well lean into it. "And killing them?"

"Little ghosts don't really put up much of a fight you know?" he laughed as he circled around the dragon.

Silas was quick to stop in his tracks. That sounded really weird, Ew. There had to be a better-sounding word than that. "Ummm..." He tapped his claw in thought, "How about..."

[ . . . ]

"I don't know the fuckin' right word alright?!" He shouted, "I just like killing stupid little ghosts, Isn't that pretty obvious? Huh?" "Maybe I do get some 'sadistic satisfaction' out of it, maybe I don't. Does it really look like I know the reason why I did that? Hm?!" Silas was really starting to get tired of people poking at him. "Look dumbfuck. I don't know why I do the shit I do okay. I ain't some all-knowing, self-aware deity. I'm a dumb fox. Get used to it or pack your shit and leave. Cause it ain't changing anytime soon."

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[ Reply to this from @guardians-of-dreams ]

→ Silas has been healed by Malachi! He will no longer appear to be injured in future posts.

→  Silas has also received a wish from Malachi! It will now take the form of a yellow Star Piece and be displayed on his profile.

[ . . . ]

It would be an understatement to say Silas wasn't sure how to react, he took a long moment to stare at the gift. This was the second time someone had given him something. His expression shifted from confusion to worry before settling into something more neutral as Malachi explained. He didn't say anything at first, he was almost completely lost for words. Only being able to give a small puzzled sound before he hushed up again. It was after a long and awkward silence that he finally spoke up. Unlike his previous loud and over-the-top persona his voice was low and quiet. Barely loud enough to be heard, he seemed to be his genuine self in this moment.

It was obvious he wanted to ease their worry, possibly reassure them. But he couldn't, he couldn't possibly say it, not with all the people he let down. Those he ultimately left betrayed by his impulsive and self-destructive actions. Now that another person was willingly putting trust in him after all these years he wasn't about to make a false promise and ruin their hopes. With a final sad glance at them, the Zoroark nervously put the item into his bag. Rather than closing it and moving on, he began to carefully go over everything. He shifted things to the side every so often as he appeared to be looking for something, something he could give them. After a while of searching, he finally pulled something small out of his bag.

"It was mine before I was forced to evolve." He quickly cringed at the thought before he continued, his voice still quiet, "My mo- I mean. My trainer gave it to me a long time ago... All it does is remind me of something I never wanted." He sighed holding it out, "Just don't break it, Please. If you don't want it. Just give it to someone who needs it more. I don't care. It's probably worthless to you anyway." Despite claiming to not care, It was clear it pained him to give up one of his sentimental items to them, but he was too dead set on paying Malachi back to care for his own feelings at the moment. Begrudgingly he gave the Jirachi the strange stone before he turned away, his usual rude tone quickly returning to cover up any vulnerability that might have slipped out. Silas threw them the best glare he could muster up. "Don't say I owe you anything. Alright? I don't want you knocking on my fuckin' door like a debt collector." "I don't owe you shit, so don't say I do."

→  What's this? You received an item from Silas! He refuses to take it back. You have been gifted a [Everstone] by Silas, it appears to be roughly carved into the shape of a Zorua.

-> Malachi has been added to the relationships page.

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@guardians-of-dreams Malachi@Silas The Jirachi looked at the Zorvul a slight concern on his face, “You look a bit hurt, I don’t mind giving you a bit of a heal pulse, but I’m not going to do it without permission,” he offered, “I don’t want to overstep any boundaries…” while he definitely seemed nice, but he also seemed a bit cautious

Silas quietly stared at the blood, he seemed... almost Indifferent to the fact he was injured, as if he didn't notice it in the first place. He showed no surprise, only taking a moment to recompose himself before he began his act once again.

The Zoroark grumbled dramatically, shaking the blood away. "Well, at least someone respects me around here. Congrats on being the only person on this stupid planet to care about "boundaries" with me. So, you want some kind of fuckin' reward? Brownie points perhaps? My undying gratitude? What will it be? Hm?" He scoffed. "Besides."

Silas's tone was uncaring, however, his gaze was nervously trained on the Jirachi, almost if he was scared they were going to be put off by his remarks. His words clearly did not match his wants at the moment. He gave some unintelligible spiel about pitying him before he let out an annoyed huff.

Silas sure as hell wasn't the type of person to openly admit when he wanted help, and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon. The best he could do was make a backhanded remark about it and hope the person he was talking to took his vague hint. Though this was likely the vaguest hint known to man sprinkled in with a side of unwanted attitude.

For a moment a sort of sadness return to his expression once he realized the position he was potentially putting himself in.

Though it didn't last long as his attitude came back in full force. Of course he had to bring in the dramatics eventually, this was Silas after all. It wouldn't be him without a side of drama.

"Put myself in a hole! Might as well make it my home at this point!" His tone was cheerful and fake. "Oh, Just wait yet, this is my redemption arc now! I repent for my unforgivable sins. All that murder? All those deaths? It was just a ruse for my pain and heartache. Obviously." For some reason there was a disgusting truth to his word. "Why don't I just do it in full force? Hm? Spill my guts."

"Oh, I can't wait to be loved and adored by the masses. Maybe North will finally fulfil her life goals and save me from my dark ways! Return me to that disgusting loving and stupid little fox I was!" "Always ready to please at a whim. Trying to make everyone love him in hopes of just a measly scrap of positive attention!"

"I'm not a fuckin' moron anymore." He huffed, "I actually grew a spine and decided to stop being everyone's cute little lapdog." His rant seemed to finally end as he gave a sigh, "As if you'd actually want to help me of your own free will. Doubt it. People ain't nice in this life. They just want something from me every single fuckin' time. You're probably that type of deity that's thinks I'm indebted to them for a merciful glance my way. Hm?"

→ Silas seems skeptical about Malachi's offer, though he's not denying it by any means. It's best to be careful with your words if your determined to continue.

[ Ask from @guardians-of-dreams ]

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(@ask-diane) Sammy @Silas: "North.. and a ghost... Peculiar... So who are you exactly? I mean- Are you a thief of the sorts? You did say something about stealing from a North, person and a ghost??"

Silas's laughing and amusement however quickly melted away, it seemed the little zorua was quite serious. He looked almost offended by their comment when he realized it wasn't a joke.

"Am I really supposed to believe a GHOST TYPE in EAST MOUTH doesn't know me?" "Look. Every ghost knows who the fuck I am. Every ghost runs in the other direction when they see me."

"I'm the Zoroark everyone fears so greatly. THE SPECTER that haunts this town's past. You wanna know what I did to earn that fear?" He gave a smug look.

"And you know what? She fuckin' deserved it. 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 was a massive bitch that stole everything from me. She stole 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬 love, she stole my life." He huffed in anger. "So I just returned the favour. She was a dumb ghost."

"Ugh. I didn't realize that thing would come back after a while." "If I knew that I would have destroyed her soul completely. I was hoping... I don't fuckin' know 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 would just fucking eat her or something. Of course, my own Deity would spite me." "So, no, I'm not just some fuckin' petty thief that steals things, I did much more than some childs pastime crime. Single handily,"

"She made it painfully clear she didn't want a zorua son when she ditched me in another universe with a batshit crazy Braixen."

"Maybe she'll actually do it this time. She never learns, Peace isn't always an option. I'm not going to make it an option." "It's not like she's a pacifist. I've seen her kill in cold blood before. She should have no problem with it, she's just stalling."

-> Relationships page has been added and updated.

[Ask from @ask-diane]

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[Reaction to this post] - [Yako belongs to @askoinari]

Despite the dramatic fit of rage, Silas was quick to return to his frozen state when Yako neared. He was obviously going to be no threat to the Thievul anytime soon. His fear towards them greatly outwayed any anger. He could only hold his breath in the hope they wouldn't decide to retaliate and attack him back. Considering how disrespectful the Zoroark had been, they would be more than justified to do so and in this state, he was nothing more than a sitting duck ready to be killed at a whim.

With those final words, the threat dissipated, and the moment he felt their overwhelming presence lessen, his real reaction began to seep through the cracks of his facade. No longer able to contain his emotions Silas let out a loud gasp, quickly followed by an onslaught of panicky breathing. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe, almost like a weight was crushing down on him. The fox couldn't help but spiral into a panic, though he didn't seem to register that was what was happening.

He couldn't bring himself to do much but desperately claw at his ears and face for some type of relief from his mental anguish. After a long moment of him clawing at himself, he finally fell silent, though his frantic breathing did not.

His rage and frustration quickly began to return, and all the anger he felt towards their verbal assault finally hit him, though, it didn't last very long. Silas was just as easily overtaken by sorrow and depression. [Not this again.] Just as someone once told him long ago... He was always too emotional.

He silently sank to the ground, pulling himself close. He seemed defeated, tired even. Just truly done with everything at the moment.

"What is the fucking point anymore..."

→  Silas seems to have calmed down from his fit. →  The Ask Hints page has been added.

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Mirio Blinked. Is... that a possessed stuffed Zorua?-.. Actually no, judging a situation like this might as well be tossing a rock at a glass house. It'd probably be best if he didn't use any illusions talking to the pair, though. "Oof... You all need a sewing kit? I keep one on hand incase I gotta patch up my tent."

Silas didn't seem very amused by Mirio, he gave them a quick glance before circling around and grabbing at their bag confused.

"What's your fuckin' trainer using you as a pack mule? Yeesh, Blink twice if you need help. They must be a real prick."

"I was a fancy pet too you know. Though I was much fancier than you." Silas said almost mockingly, "Did your trainer throw you away for someone better as well?" He gave a laugh. "You know one day your gifted to a trainer, next you're their fuckin' pack mule carryin' all their shit. Isn't that how it works for us Zoroarks?" Silas gave an annoyed huff before walking away.

"I don't need your pitiful charity attempt, I'll probably just go steal some shit from 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 and her stupid ghost." "She's always had a weird saviour complex anyway, I'm sure this would fulfil some of her stupid little 'I need to help everyone I meet' needs for the day…" "… As if I would even give that bitch the satisfaction. She doesn't fucking deserve it."

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{ @askoinari } So, your one true wish in this whole entire universe is to die, hm? Tragic, pitiful really. All this fuss and a temper tantrum because you couldn’t win mommy’s love? Even your own god does not grant you the peace you so desperately long for, stringing you along like a puppet. Do you honestly think your death will solve all your problems? Knowing your god, they’d probably spite you back to life in the form of a ghost for a laugh, wouldn’t that be ironic? I suppose nobody else would care about your death considering your track record for violence, but what of your No-so-apparent companion here? Wouldn’t they mourn you, at the very least? Judging from your charming nature, probably not! Good luck on your fools’ errand. - Yako

Silas's ears flattened as he backed away from Yako, for the first time it seemed he was fearful of someone. Though you couldn't place why... But, Silas knew, he knew exactly why, it was that damn mask, the posture, the aura, the way their tail seemed to become a wisp. It was like looking at a ghost. Once he realized why Yako scared him Silas couldn't do much but freeze in place and squeeze his eyes shut, hoping they would just leave. His fear response became painfully apparent as the moments passed. All he could muster up was a feeble anxious whimper, maybe that would magically make them spare him from the incoming verbal assault. Then they spoke. It sounded just like her. In his terror it WAS her.

Seance's tone was mocking, something Silas was guilty of doing... or maybe he was just copying her the whole time. Even so, she just quietly hummed in thought, looking over him as she ever so slightly inched closer and closer.

"Even after all these years, you're still chasing after her love? Desperately hoping one day she'll forgive you for all the pain you caused her?" Though Seance's voice was soft, her words were not. "I told you, She doesn't love you and she never will. Why can't you get that through your head?" She paused, giving her words a moment to sink in before she spoke up again. "Silas." She sounded upset. "What did I tell you about not looking at me while I'm talking to you?" He cringed at that but didn't reply.

When he didn't do what she said, she just gave a soft, "Tsk." Well, He always was a coward, of course he didn't have the guts to even look at her. She gently brushed a claw over his face before finally letting go with an annoyed sigh. Despite Seance's words, Yako's voice was still loud and clear, mocking him along with her. Her voice seemed to compliment theirs perfectly.

Seance quickly broke into laughter at the thought of that herself.

"Isn't that right, Little fox?" Truth always hurt. Silas couldn't deny it, Yako was right. Seance was right, every word every insult was right. When tears finally began to well up and Seance's voice faded, Silas found the courage to speak. His voice was soft and faint. A mere whisper compared to the onslaught of words from Yako. "Please..."

Silas's words obviously went unheard. His claws just dug further into his skin, blood beginning to trail down his arm, the moment it finally seemed like Yako was going to stop talking, Silas broke from his fearful trance. In one quick sweeping motion, Silas threw out a Night Slash.

"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY." He shouted. "You have NO right to TALK DOWN to me like I'm beneath you! I AM NOT BENEATH YOU." He sounded unsure. "You don't know who the fuck I am, and I don't think you want to find out. So, Shut the fuck up or I'll make you! I have no fucking problem with killing you right here. Unless you want to be gutted I suggest you FUCK OFF." Silas lowly growled, his teeth bared, a blatant attempt at aggression, though his behaviour portrayed more fear than anything. Yako obviously touched a nerve with his words.

He didn't care. Finally, after everything the tears began to flow, all he could do was sniff and wipe them away. "...Fucking pathetic." He grumbled, his words seemed to be addressed to Yako but it quickly became clear it was for himself.

→ Yako has been added to the relationships page. → Seance has been added to the characters page. → Silas is now injured and will stay that way until he addresses it.

[ Ask from @askoinari ]

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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Noelle @ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬: "Oh, hey, we met before many years ago, haven't we?" she approaches him with a teary look at her face. "Anyways, what is that damned place anyway?"

"I don't know who you are, but, you better fuckin' explain yourself right now, Houndoom." The Zoroark angrily pointed at Noelle, the familiarity of them didn't seem to instill any trust in the slightest, in fact, it might have taken some away. "And I SWEAR if your that stupid Leafeon messing with me for some shits n' giggles I ain't gonna be nice either. So, beat it 𝐑𝐨𝐭, I ain't dealing with you right now." "I had enough of your shit back when we worked for 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞."

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Zantzu@Silas:

*After hearing about her flat out murdering them, his heart dropped hard and it was even harder as the Zeraora he talked to before was killed. He walked to her in anger and sadness, mixed together and looked at Silas with slight tears*

"You r-really did it just to ruin one person's life. By taking anyone who was even close to them...y-you...there is no telling how far you will go but remember this you f***er...you will enter a part of the depths of the shadows and you will never emerge nor wake up again. And if so...I will put an end to you if that comes to that."

"I don't want empty threats, I want promises." He snickered before giving Zantzu a disappointed look over. "And well, Let's just say. You're about as scary as an Igglybuff with a plastic toy knife." "Get one thing clear, I don't give a shit about your deity status you're not fooling no one with the 'scary' act. Are you trying to threaten me or soothe your little hurt feelings?" "What'd you care about someone in my dumb story? or are you just a self-righteous asshole who wants to play the hero? Hm~? So, What is it Suicune? Be honest. Are you playing Hero or are you just a whimpering coward who got his feelings hurt?"

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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Noelle approaches Silas as she remembers that he might give something in return, however...something terrifying happened recently. "SILAS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOING???" she says with an anger and starts to cry.

"Don't get me wrong. Killin' folks is a really bad idea… Please, just think of a moment when we met each other. You saw me as a friend… But now… I saw you murdered someone. It’s…it’s…JUST UNFAIR!"

At this moment, she is upset at him.

For once the fox's ears seemed to perk up at the sound of something familiar, Someone he knew? He seemed almost hopeful for a moment, but his ears quickly flattened at the Houndoom's upset words. Of course, there it was, the hate he so expected would come from her eventually. If there was one thing he could do right, it was disappoint people. Though his expression was unreadable his behaviour instantly became guarded and tense, his fear of further conflict was obvious. The previous interaction seemed to have done a number on his confidence and persona. He didn't look too keen on talking to Noelle... yet he forced the words out nonetheless, they were broken, quiet and almost inaudible.

He sat in silence for a long moment before he spoke up once more. "…You want it back, don't you? Is that why you're here again? You finally realized the mistake you've made?" He asked, his voice much louder than it previously was. Of course, how could he have been so dumb to not realize? Though he seemed crushed at the idea of giving the gift back, he spoke with confidence in her decision. "I understand."

"I'm one of those people." Silas turned away, leaving the previous gift with Noelle. "You can leave now, you have your gift back... And- We're not friends." He sighed as he waved a hand attempting to shoo her. "We never were, even if I did know who you were..." "You never know I might murder you too, I seem to like doing that to people who are close to me. I'm pretty fuckin' impulsive and honestly... you're just another thing to kill."

-> Silas doesn't seem to remember Noelle… Yet. But he can't fight the feeling of familiarity haunting him. Maybe something from the past will help? A name? Something that happened?

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Amelia: So, you're basically out on a quest for vengeance? Wouldn't it make more sense to, I dunno, establish a better life for yourself *before* trying to throw yourself to the wolves? Call me clichéd, but there's not much left after reaching the culmination of vengeance.

"As happy and as loved as I felt of course I fucking ruined it the first chance I got. Typical me move. Nice job Silas." "I'll give her this, as much as I hated the bitch, 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 was right for once in her life. There's no hope for me and I'll never amount to much else than this. So why even try?" He loudly scoffed, The thought of being a good person. Absolutely ridiculous.

"Ugh... I better stop talking about her before she decides to crawl out of the dirt and start haunting me. Knowing my shitty knowledge of ghost types that's more likely than I want."

"So yeah, There's no fuckin point in trying anymore. I might as well fuckin' embrace it. I can't be a good person, and I'll never be able to be a good person."

"And, well, he just wants something from me that I'm NOT going to give him," He grumbled, "... Probably." "Look." He sighed, "The only thing he needs right now is what you loudmouths won't let me go do 'cause you keep talking to me. Now, fuck off before 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 decides to bleed out and die." "I'd really rather not see children suffer, Even scum of the earth like me have some morals and, well, yeah, I'd rather keep those few morals intact."