[ Silco is so careful, and it's the only thing that kept his hand from running right into this person standing next to David, with her elegant white and multicolored hair, the cigarette pursed between her lips. He took a silent step back, when she neared, to keep from getting too close. He could try again in a moment, once they spread out.
He had to rely on Sevika to lead, but she knew what he wanted, didn't she? And she'd always did just the job he asked of her. Without question, without bother. Unless Jinx was involved, but Silco's memories of her were too precious, and too carefully guarded to ever be put into danger like this.
Something that Silco was both grateful for and wished he had, the moment the shortest of David's illusions opened fire. If anyone could have dealt with her, Jinx would have delighted in blowing all of them up.
In contrast, Sevika grunted, and the Shimmered goons howled, the one who the girl shot at bent backwards -- and let it fly past him -- his body contorted in a way that was entirely inhuman before he flung himself back to rightness, and started moving, his shifts erratic and quick. The others followed and they spread out, their bodies moving too fast, trails of electric green and neon violet followed their wake as they closed in -- knives shuddering with that sickly green light as they pushed inward.
Sevika, from behind, cracked her knuckles, and pulled the cloak back, pulling two vials of shimmer out of her bandolier, and her arm hissed as she popped them in, the joints loosening, and then working back to socket back in, the exhale of neon violet powering it matched the scars on her face, and she smirked, and spit her cigar out.
If she eyed Dorio, how could she not? That was a match made in hell. ]
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He had to rely on Sevika to lead, but she knew what he wanted, didn't she? And she'd always did just the job he asked of her. Without question, without bother. Unless Jinx was involved, but Silco's memories of her were too precious, and too carefully guarded to ever be put into danger like this.
Something that Silco was both grateful for and wished he had, the moment the shortest of David's illusions opened fire. If anyone could have dealt with her, Jinx would have delighted in blowing all of them up.
In contrast, Sevika grunted, and the Shimmered goons howled, the one who the girl shot at bent backwards -- and let it fly past him -- his body contorted in a way that was entirely inhuman before he flung himself back to rightness, and started moving, his shifts erratic and quick. The others followed and they spread out, their bodies moving too fast, trails of electric green and neon violet followed their wake as they closed in -- knives shuddering with that sickly green light as they pushed inward.
Sevika, from behind, cracked her knuckles, and pulled the cloak back, pulling two vials of shimmer out of her bandolier, and her arm hissed as she popped them in, the joints loosening, and then working back to socket back in, the exhale of neon violet powering it matched the scars on her face, and she smirked, and spit her cigar out.
If she eyed Dorio, how could she not? That was a match made in hell. ]