[ to begin with, it isn't like his face is well-known even within the n109 zone, or its city-equivalent. while his name itself is notorious as well as the organization in which he's established, the details remain murky, furtive, and difficult to trace at best. it's why he doesn't often encounter a meeting like this one.
if one could truly label it an encounter, that is. in all his attempts at reaching some invisible, unforeseen objective in the distant future, it seems like there is but one individual in which all these roads lead to— ishmael. hence, sylus had erected the proper plans to be within her proximity for some time. perhaps, even poising under the guise as someone who could assist her on her missions. unfortunately, fate has other plans. while he had attempted to appear before her at a more opportune time, perhaps one in which he could have actually invoked his own abilities, and appeared far more convincing—
instead, he ends up passing by her a bit earlier than planned, and while he asked mephisto to watch over her, it appears things have gone horribly awry. so just by passing one another in the streets, he realizes... they've somehow been handcuffed by an energy link between the two of them.
this really is inconvenient. it isn't often his plans don't pan out the way he intends and it likely shows in the way he eyes their attached wrists. ] I suppose this is one way to capture a kitten. [ sighs so deeply already... as in me personally sighs. ]
from what i can remember the last time i played lnd (crying), she was busy gathering as much intel as she could in order to track down the eponymous organization that was presumably responsible for the terrorists attacks in the city, particularly the one that killed her peers with a well-hidden bomb. she'd been obsessed with the case ever since, practically begged her superiors to be allowed to investigate despite her mental state, and had barely slept and ate since. it'll all be worth it, though. she will find whoever is responsible and crush them with her own bare hands, and then...
well, she hasn't figured out what'll happen after that. but it's because of her restlessness that she didn't notice her intended target to walk past her, and she's slightly yanked backwards when an energy cuff links their wrists together. ]
Wh-- Kitten? [ bro that's so cringe... ] I don't have time for this. What are you even arresting me for?
[ because that's clearly what's happening here. totally. ]
[ sylus has to wonder if she intended for that question to be asked out loud, if just because of how outlandish it was in the grander scheme of things. hence, he can barely hold back an almost dark noise from the back his throat; not exactly a laugh, but not exactly a simple exhalation in breath either. despite her initial confusion, he looks at her with a deeper intensity, almost as if he were trying to peer into something deeper than she was permitting him to on the surface.
but, he decides now was too early to use his eye.
hence, he purposely tears his gaze away, instead finally opting to answer her question. ] Can you really call it that when you've walked directly into this trap? Or does it not count as one as long as you don't acknowledge it? [ he gives the handcuffs a tight tug, letting it drag her towards him.
his own eyes seem to scan over her body, as if trying to determine what her next step would be. would she pull out her weapon? would she raise her voice? attempt to push him away, despite the impossibility of it all, considering they were both literally attached to one another? almost as if attempting to encourage some sort of retaliation response from her, his other hand comes behind her, firmly pressing against the small of her back. ]
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if one could truly label it an encounter, that is. in all his attempts at reaching some invisible, unforeseen objective in the distant future, it seems like there is but one individual in which all these roads lead to— ishmael. hence, sylus had erected the proper plans to be within her proximity for some time. perhaps, even poising under the guise as someone who could assist her on her missions. unfortunately, fate has other plans. while he had attempted to appear before her at a more opportune time, perhaps one in which he could have actually invoked his own abilities, and appeared far more convincing—
instead, he ends up passing by her a bit earlier than planned, and while he asked mephisto to watch over her, it appears things have gone horribly awry. so just by passing one another in the streets, he realizes... they've somehow been handcuffed by an energy link between the two of them.
this really is inconvenient. it isn't often his plans don't pan out the way he intends and it likely shows in the way he eyes their attached wrists. ] I suppose this is one way to capture a kitten. [ sighs so deeply already... as in me personally sighs. ]
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from what i can remember the last time i played lnd (crying), she was busy gathering as much intel as she could in order to track down the eponymous organization that was presumably responsible for the terrorists attacks in the city, particularly the one that killed her peers with a well-hidden bomb. she'd been obsessed with the case ever since, practically begged her superiors to be allowed to investigate despite her mental state, and had barely slept and ate since. it'll all be worth it, though. she will find whoever is responsible and crush them with her own bare hands, and then...
well, she hasn't figured out what'll happen after that. but it's because of her restlessness that she didn't notice her intended target to walk past her, and she's slightly yanked backwards when an energy cuff links their wrists together. ]
Wh-- Kitten? [ bro that's so cringe... ] I don't have time for this. What are you even arresting me for?
[ because that's clearly what's happening here. totally. ]
no subject
but, he decides now was too early to use his eye.
hence, he purposely tears his gaze away, instead finally opting to answer her question. ] Can you really call it that when you've walked directly into this trap? Or does it not count as one as long as you don't acknowledge it? [ he gives the handcuffs a tight tug, letting it drag her towards him.
his own eyes seem to scan over her body, as if trying to determine what her next step would be. would she pull out her weapon? would she raise her voice? attempt to push him away, despite the impossibility of it all, considering they were both literally attached to one another? almost as if attempting to encourage some sort of retaliation response from her, his other hand comes behind her, firmly pressing against the small of her back. ]