[ He says, even as the sole of Heine's boot caught him in his middle mass, but he shrugged it off. He may be older, but he was still a kid from the undercity, where back-alley brawls had been commonplace, and the man took it like a champ. His body materialized out of nowhere, coming into view. Silco looked... really much the same as he had that day in the Below. The white streak in his hair, makeup that covered the worse of his scars, a long trenchcoat and fine clothing, gloves to cover both his contract mark and to keep from getting too close -- the only difference was the soft pair of leather boots, in contrast to the finger ones he'd worn before.
His lips curled in a tight smile. ]
No offense, but I'm going to need your sand. [ A beat, he took several steps back to get out of the way of that boot. ] Oh, I'll leave you enough to function, don't fret too much.
[ He started to move in a circle, waiting, more a coiled viper than someone trying to make a deal. ]
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[ He says, even as the sole of Heine's boot caught him in his middle mass, but he shrugged it off. He may be older, but he was still a kid from the undercity, where back-alley brawls had been commonplace, and the man took it like a champ. His body materialized out of nowhere, coming into view. Silco looked... really much the same as he had that day in the Below. The white streak in his hair, makeup that covered the worse of his scars, a long trenchcoat and fine clothing, gloves to cover both his contract mark and to keep from getting too close -- the only difference was the soft pair of leather boots, in contrast to the finger ones he'd worn before.
His lips curled in a tight smile. ]
No offense, but I'm going to need your sand. [ A beat, he took several steps back to get out of the way of that boot. ] Oh, I'll leave you enough to function, don't fret too much.
[ He started to move in a circle, waiting, more a coiled viper than someone trying to make a deal. ]