[ The cigar isn't enough to soothe the quiet, unspoken agitation from the man. Oh, he could lash out about everything. The Oracle, the sleeping in the dirt, the fight for survival, or perhaps -- Silco kept his mind on survival. Perhaps that was the coward's way out of thinking about everything else in this world that infuriated him, but it didn't matter. He was pacing.
Back, and forth. Back, and forth. It's a pattern that probably needed some measure of variation if he were to consider potential enemies, but by now, it seemed that most knew that Sebastian tended to linger close, Hayame's exclamations of his deal aside -- and he found that few tended to lash out. Or perhaps, they merely found him someone to dismiss. One made Silco rather pleased with himself, the other thought to darken his mood.
He had tipped his head up, to blow another ring of the smoke, when something practically flew out of the shadows, directly for -- him?
Silco couldn't dodge the body coming for him, but his eyes did see a flash of metal, and as soon as he hit the ground, he rolled. Quick to move, quick to keep the thing from hitting anything vital -- though it still met flesh, and he hissed. ]
One of you so soon? I haven't even gotten anything exciting yet.
[ He can't help but talk -- but it's mostly to distract. The one thing he'd brought with him was a small dagger of his own, that his fingers were inching toward in his pocket, even as he tried to roll himself out and away from his attacker. ]
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Back, and forth. Back, and forth. It's a pattern that probably needed some measure of variation if he were to consider potential enemies, but by now, it seemed that most knew that Sebastian tended to linger close, Hayame's exclamations of his deal aside -- and he found that few tended to lash out. Or perhaps, they merely found him someone to dismiss. One made Silco rather pleased with himself, the other thought to darken his mood.
He had tipped his head up, to blow another ring of the smoke, when something practically flew out of the shadows, directly for -- him?
Silco couldn't dodge the body coming for him, but his eyes did see a flash of metal, and as soon as he hit the ground, he rolled. Quick to move, quick to keep the thing from hitting anything vital -- though it still met flesh, and he hissed. ]
One of you so soon? I haven't even gotten anything exciting yet.
[ He can't help but talk -- but it's mostly to distract. The one thing he'd brought with him was a small dagger of his own, that his fingers were inching toward in his pocket, even as he tried to roll himself out and away from his attacker. ]