[Silco’s anger is an old, familiar thing by now. There’s a certain barely-restrained intensity to it when it creeps into something personal—and when it comes to the two of them, it almost always was personal—that Vander can recognize in those twitches of his expression. He was bound to be furious after their last confrontation, that was expected and… hell, even understandable, even if he had brought that fate upon himself by taunting him. But there’s another layer to it here that sets a feeling of unease in Vander’s chest.
If this is about the girl, he can venture a guess. His old enemy couldn’t tolerate any common ground between them, not anymore. And for something so personal as a shared connection with a daughter? No wonder he’s so damn furious. He’s always been unbelievably childish; if he couldn’t have something all to himself, he would throw a fit until he got his way. It’s no wonder Jinx had looked and Vander with such fury in her eyes the last time they stood face-to-face. He can only imagine what insipid stories Silco had been filling her head with.
He doesn’t doubt Silco has more tricks up his sleeve than Vander could possibly guess. He’s picked up all manner of tricks on his own as time marched on here in this new world, so of course someone as industrious and opportunistic as Silco would have found ways to even the playing field. He isn’t like to reveal them, whatever they may be, until the right moment. He could try to bait him to tip his hand, but… no, he’s far too careful for that.]
Try me, then, if you’re so confident.
[So he’ll just have to play it by ear, put his money on being quick enough to react. And maybe if he’s lucky, that barely restrained anger pushing Silco forward will push him towards being sloppy.
Vander’s moving forward the moment Silco begins closing that distance in earnest, feet quick on the cold stone floor and lowering himself slightly for a head-on charge. There’s no swing of a metal fist just yet, but his unarmed hand does go swinging toward him as he flies forth in an attempt to tackle.]
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If this is about the girl, he can venture a guess. His old enemy couldn’t tolerate any common ground between them, not anymore. And for something so personal as a shared connection with a daughter? No wonder he’s so damn furious. He’s always been unbelievably childish; if he couldn’t have something all to himself, he would throw a fit until he got his way. It’s no wonder Jinx had looked and Vander with such fury in her eyes the last time they stood face-to-face. He can only imagine what insipid stories Silco had been filling her head with.
He doesn’t doubt Silco has more tricks up his sleeve than Vander could possibly guess. He’s picked up all manner of tricks on his own as time marched on here in this new world, so of course someone as industrious and opportunistic as Silco would have found ways to even the playing field. He isn’t like to reveal them, whatever they may be, until the right moment. He could try to bait him to tip his hand, but… no, he’s far too careful for that.]
Try me, then, if you’re so confident.
[So he’ll just have to play it by ear, put his money on being quick enough to react. And maybe if he’s lucky, that barely restrained anger pushing Silco forward will push him towards being sloppy.
Vander’s moving forward the moment Silco begins closing that distance in earnest, feet quick on the cold stone floor and lowering himself slightly for a head-on charge. There’s no swing of a metal fist just yet, but his unarmed hand does go swinging toward him as he flies forth in an attempt to tackle.]