[OPEN] you're on your own, kid

[ghostmoder]

WHO: Yusuke and... you?!
WHAT: May Catchall
WHEN: anytime and all times
WHERE: Highstorm, Old Springstar, elsewhere?!
WARNINGS: shitty teen behavior




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[zauneyete]

[ A touch of a mean, slightly sarcastic laugh. ]

Does it?

[ Yusuke probably doesn't see the irony, but Silco knows who the blowhard is in Zenith. Mostly because never shuts up during the information gathering posts, and nobody ever listens.

(Silco. It's actually Silco.)

However, it does cause him to keep his approach a touch more... restrained, which really, one could say is remarkable for one of the more fervent Zenites. Especially one that rarely stilled his tongue from proclaiming the sins of their foes. ]

That's what being part of a cause comes with, I'm afraid. Every single one has them, just as much as they have their own weakly associated types, that would leave as soon as things became inconvenient. [ Not that. He's ever Encountered Something Like That. ]

We all must find our own reasons for belief, in the end, don't we? Clearly the past's light was not so blinding that you looked only at that, yes? There must be more reason than simply "less blowhards", I gather.

[ghostmoder]

'Course there is. I told you, I'm not stupid. If somebody wants me on their side, they better be able to pony up for it.

[It's a bold presumption to have this early in, that he's that valuable a piece to have on the board. But he's got the resume to back it up, as far as he's concerned.]

But why should you care? Last I heard you guys needed numbers. That not good enough?

[The truth is, he has a lot of reasons: some logical, some philosophical, and one buried deep, deep down in the little metaphorical bottle where he's keeping all his feelings about what happened before he woke up with a mouth full of dirt, locked up tight even from himself.

Silco doesn't need all of them. Yusuke wants to know which ones he wants.]

[zauneyete]

Some may be interested in any that come, the numbers you speak of. I am not.

[ He shrugged, and it looked... bitchy, in some way. Like the thought of that being the primary objective was foolish. ]

Numbers are fair-weather, and if you have ever been involved with a cause before, you would understand. Those "numbers" are readily diminished. I do not trust them, and have no interest in simply bolstering our field with those that would readily leave once their fortune has passed.

[ It's frank, but perhaps there's a logic to it. This was world-shattering, after all. Important. A cause worth fighting meant that those who signed on should believe in it, not simply just be there to fill a slot. Though, Silco was probably one of the few that had been burned by such fair-weather loyalty to a cause. ]

That being said, few of us are here to pay for your loyalty either. [ A single eye blinked. ] Did you join on thinking we would... "pony up" for it?

[ghostmoder]

[Quality over quantity, huh? Yusuke doesn't even disagree necessarily, it's just interesting; he thought a guy like this would be more bought-in to the idea of number-crunching, even if just as cannon fodder.]

I don't care about money. But I'm not an attack dog for you to sic on whoever you want. I'm saying I better be getting something out of it, too.

[And he is. In more ways than just the one, but the little shard he's doing his best to keep sequestered and safe feels especially like payment for early loyalty. To pretend otherwise seems delusional.]

What, you want me to be bought-in on day one? Be a "champion" for your "cause"? Loyalty doesn't work like that, old man.

[He's used to being a weapon, but he's always insisted on being the one aiming the barrel, whether his "handlers" liked it or not.]