[ There’s a momentary sharpness in Tezcatlipoca’s gaze as the Ocelomeh points out someone unseen. His gun is held a bit more seriously and with a cocky grin, but it softens as Silco speaks. Ah, just his favorite acolyte! Good to know that he’s this sneaky, too. ]
You bet. These are the Ocelomeh. They’re my people here in Mictlan.
[ It’s subtle, but there’s a tone in “my people” that’s not the norm. It’s a possessive meaning. He’s not a part of them, and rather, he’d uplifted them.
He speaks to one of them, and the language is unintelligible to Silco’s ears. There’s an animal quality to it, and there’s a sense that he wouldn’t be able to speak it if he tried—like the physical structures needed just aren’t there. But obediently and with nothing short of reverence, one of the Ocelomeh holding an AK-47 dips into a bow and offers it to Tezcatlipoca. He tucks his pistol away so that he can take that instead, but it’s so he can hold it out for Silco to come closer to inspect. ]
Raiding. The deinos have damn good meat, especially their hearts. Figured while we’re making a pitstop, might as well receive offerings from my guys.
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You bet. These are the Ocelomeh. They’re my people here in Mictlan.
[ It’s subtle, but there’s a tone in “my people” that’s not the norm. It’s a possessive meaning. He’s not a part of them, and rather, he’d uplifted them.
He speaks to one of them, and the language is unintelligible to Silco’s ears. There’s an animal quality to it, and there’s a sense that he wouldn’t be able to speak it if he tried—like the physical structures needed just aren’t there. But obediently and with nothing short of reverence, one of the Ocelomeh holding an AK-47 dips into a bow and offers it to Tezcatlipoca. He tucks his pistol away so that he can take that instead, but it’s so he can hold it out for Silco to come closer to inspect. ]
Raiding. The deinos have damn good meat, especially their hearts. Figured while we’re making a pitstop, might as well receive offerings from my guys.