[ It’s about a week after the Repose has ended that Tezcatlipoca comes to call.
It’s off-hours, so the place isn’t busy at all at this time of day, so he stands out easily. As he steps inside, it’s with a turn as he passes someone by on his way out and looks around with interest. He lets out a low whistle and adjusts the paper-wrapped package under his arm. He looks towards the stairs that lead up to Silco’s office, but he grins as he sees the man leering from the balcony. ]
How’d I know I’d find you here, nice and easy?
[ He raises his voice lightly to call up to him, but he shifts past the people in the way towards the stairs. The bouncer that’s keeping the VIP section closed starts to put up a token effort, but with a few words from the god and them seeing to notice something about him, they give a glance to Silco, then let him pass.
It’s at least immediately obvious what they’d noticed as Tezcatlipoca approaches. His face is clean, but blood clings to the ends of his golden hair, and though it’s hard to see on the dark clothing, there are deep stains in his coat, and just enough leeches off onto the white undershirt below. It goes completely without comment, and he just sets the round, wrapped package on the table nearest to Silco. ]
I bet your Resting Room was here, yeah? So, gotta ask, what kinda god they’d make you into, bossman?
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It’s off-hours, so the place isn’t busy at all at this time of day, so he stands out easily. As he steps inside, it’s with a turn as he passes someone by on his way out and looks around with interest. He lets out a low whistle and adjusts the paper-wrapped package under his arm. He looks towards the stairs that lead up to Silco’s office, but he grins as he sees the man leering from the balcony. ]
How’d I know I’d find you here, nice and easy?
[ He raises his voice lightly to call up to him, but he shifts past the people in the way towards the stairs. The bouncer that’s keeping the VIP section closed starts to put up a token effort, but with a few words from the god and them seeing to notice something about him, they give a glance to Silco, then let him pass.
It’s at least immediately obvious what they’d noticed as Tezcatlipoca approaches. His face is clean, but blood clings to the ends of his golden hair, and though it’s hard to see on the dark clothing, there are deep stains in his coat, and just enough leeches off onto the white undershirt below. It goes completely without comment, and he just sets the round, wrapped package on the table nearest to Silco. ]
I bet your Resting Room was here, yeah? So, gotta ask, what kinda god they’d make you into, bossman?