[ There is someone there. Lurking in the shadows of Springstar, holding close to the darkest edges, even as his invisibility spurts and starts, then fades away. Silco has accumulated a great deal of Blight at this stage. Though he continues to offload it onto other bearers, and onto whom he can assume are high-ranking individuals at the Seat of the Tribune, it does little to offset much, when Silco goes straight back to Kowloon, and accumulates more from his clients.
Over and over again, he does it, because while Yima told them not to take risks, Silco cannot help but use the misery that the Blight promotes to bring it down upon his enemies. There is a power in having the Blight, power in using it, and he'd never once turned down using his power to get a leg-up on the competition. (Yet.)
The communion was uncontrolled, and Gray's request for help is met with cold. As cold as the Blight, like chill, polluted water, the sensations are similar enough that it's difficult to differentiate, even though Silco's communion has always felt like that. Sharp, cold, and painful. Even so, he does not recognize this person reaching out, which means it is either someone very desperate from Zenith, or given the location...well. ]
Where are you?
[ He thinks back, careful to control his intent, his thoughts. It's only a return question, even as he starts to peel away from the shadows, his invisibility like a cloak, though he does not trust that it will hold, given how high his Blight is, how stiff his limbs and feet feel, how cold it is. ]
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Over and over again, he does it, because while Yima told them not to take risks, Silco cannot help but use the misery that the Blight promotes to bring it down upon his enemies. There is a power in having the Blight, power in using it, and he'd never once turned down using his power to get a leg-up on the competition. (Yet.)
The communion was uncontrolled, and Gray's request for help is met with cold. As cold as the Blight, like chill, polluted water, the sensations are similar enough that it's difficult to differentiate, even though Silco's communion has always felt like that. Sharp, cold, and painful. Even so, he does not recognize this person reaching out, which means it is either someone very desperate from Zenith, or given the location...well. ]
Where are you?
[ He thinks back, careful to control his intent, his thoughts. It's only a return question, even as he starts to peel away from the shadows, his invisibility like a cloak, though he does not trust that it will hold, given how high his Blight is, how stiff his limbs and feet feel, how cold it is. ]