[ an au with no roxana to channel him is a scary world, but it's a world that sylus somehow blends right into. perhaps, in the same vein, dion is now the persephone to his hades. regardless, that doesn't cease him from attempting to win this extremely overdone game of cat and mouse. if the speed between either of their responses isn't indication enough, he presumes dion has had these plans laying dormant in his mind for a while...
interesting. all the more when he only gets sporadic updates. ] When it all crumbles youre more than welcome to stay with me. [ no, it wouldn't be a choice at that point. tethering someone to you is easier in practice than it even is in words. except, when that person was dion apparently. ]
Theres no need for that. Ill see you soon.
[ blowing up one estate is quick work for him. if that doesn't match up his his location, then he simply had to move on to the next. the man's lack of attachments, his seeming lack of greed for anything tangible— it makes it hard for even a devil to strike a deal.
crying as now you're making me move this to action... ]
which is to say, slotting dion in as anyone's persephone may be the most cursed thing i've ever read, even if sylus would be one of the few capable of keeping up with him, beat for beat. but, it really isn't a compliment, catching the eye of someone who has nothing to lose but his life—especially when he'd never valued that highly to begin with outside of a base instinct just to survive.
… nothing like embodying the saying that there's nothing more frightening than a man who has nothing to lose. and all for the wrong reasons, from an emptiness that'd been forced upon him from childhood, to finally finding something perhaps worth pursuing. ]
You'll see me soon?
[ they'll see each other now—thanks.
if he were the type to laugh, perhaps he would. but no, there's only his voice echoing from behind as he leans on his sword planted firmly in the ground. gaze as intense as it is bored, he's watching. ]
simply because one had nothing to lose, didn't mean they had absolutely nothing to gain. or, in this case, something they desired. no matter how tiny and seemingly inconsequential the want, as long as someone had that deep within them... sylus could consider it an untapped opportunity.
he's lived his entire existence peering into the desires of others, enough of him to have grown both weary and exhausted. ... and yet, he doesn't feel that way about dion. if he could truly take a peek inside of his head, and metaphorically pick apart the pieces of his brain apart—
he would. he disliked boring things on principle, and dion agriche was not boring. webtoon trademark. putting that aside, there's no additional text to alert dion of his presence. instead, he can likely see the strands of red energy flowing through the air before he appears right before him.
the first thing he says is: ] Is that your best sword? If you were hurting for something better, you could have easily infiltrated one of my armories. [ he does have twelve for absolutely no reason, after all. but, it's mostly a joke. anything dion brandished as a weapon was likely no less deadly. ]
[ in worlds where everyone's greed and desires are on full display, can you blame him and the rest of his webtoon predecessors and successors for being captivated by those whose thoughts they can't read? as he observes sylus carefully, his mouth quirks in thought.
in sylus's case, the most basic hypothesis to was that it was some means to an end. if it were simply a matter of wealth and power, it would've been more conventional for him to go through any means necessary to rid himself of dion, or, at least, put him on his heel. after the first "incident" that'd capped one of onychinus' subsidaries to its knees, he'd expected something of retaliation; in absence of that, perhaps he'd gotten carried away, seeing what else he'd get away with, leading to their sordid affair of cat and mouse.
it's too bad that he's learned the taste of a change in status quo. ]
Does the tool matter?
[ he lifts the sword, lazily, as if making a show of inspecting it. its edge gleams, as do the dark stones embedded at the ends of its hilt. attributing one of the agriche's prized family heirlooms as trash compared to mass-produced metal is as paltry as a threat as any, and all it gets by way of acknowledgement is an aloof scoff. ]
Ah. In your case, I suppose it does. [ implying sylus is nothing without his evol. as dion throws the sword aside, he spreads his arms and lays his palms open. ] Give me something you'd approve of, then. Or, would you prefer me to use my hands?
[ the sword by any means is nowhere near lacking, yet his tone doesn't suggest that his words are a mere bluff, or a method of searing a bit deeper into him. as if to test the boundaries of his loyalty to the agriche name, and by extension their honor in the form of their weaponry. it's a petty play, and it's one he feels dion sees through all too readily. hence, he gives a quirk of his lips, his chin tipping upwards just a bit, as if to display his own sense of ease with the situation. it would be defiant if he believed he could be— but, he behaves as if his attitude is perfectly normal and expected. that his steady confidence was the way things should be.
he uses his evol once more to pick up a suitcase he kept relatively close to him. obviously, he makes a show of utilizing where he can. as if using it as a method to display his strength, and exert his dominance over the situation. if dion was languid and relaxed, then he'd match (his freak) him.
it looks like bombs aren't the only weaponry he brought. he opens it up and tosses him a gun. it's clearly won from an auction. it's more rare than it is potent by any means, but it's a piece a lot of collectors would readily clamor over. not that he expects dion to.
walking closer, his own steps even, and his gaze fixed on him. ] Why not consider using both? [ if dion is holding it already, he leans in, letting his hand wrap around the barrel of the gun. his eyes flicker upwards, an eerie sort of glow to one of them. ] So? What's your answer?
[ he quirks his head slightly, as if silently ask why he hasn't pressed the trigger yet. ]
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interesting. all the more when he only gets sporadic updates. ] When it all crumbles youre more than welcome to stay with me. [ no, it wouldn't be a choice at that point. tethering someone to you is easier in practice than it even is in words. except, when that person was dion apparently. ]
Theres no need for that. Ill see you soon.
[ blowing up one estate is quick work for him. if that doesn't match up his his location, then he simply had to move on to the next. the man's lack of attachments, his seeming lack of greed for anything tangible— it makes it hard for even a devil to strike a deal.
crying as now you're making me move this to action... ]
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which is to say, slotting dion in as anyone's persephone may be the most cursed thing i've ever read, even if sylus would be one of the few capable of keeping up with him, beat for beat. but, it really isn't a compliment, catching the eye of someone who has nothing to lose but his life—especially when he'd never valued that highly to begin with outside of a base instinct just to survive.
… nothing like embodying the saying that there's nothing more frightening than a man who has nothing to lose. and all for the wrong reasons, from an emptiness that'd been forced upon him from childhood, to finally finding something perhaps worth pursuing. ]
You'll see me soon?
[ they'll see each other now—thanks.
if he were the type to laugh, perhaps he would. but no, there's only his voice echoing from behind as he leans on his sword planted firmly in the ground. gaze as intense as it is bored, he's watching. ]
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simply because one had nothing to lose, didn't mean they had absolutely nothing to gain. or, in this case, something they desired. no matter how tiny and seemingly inconsequential the want, as long as someone had that deep within them... sylus could consider it an untapped opportunity.
he's lived his entire existence peering into the desires of others, enough of him to have grown both weary and exhausted. ... and yet, he doesn't feel that way about dion. if he could truly take a peek inside of his head, and metaphorically pick apart the pieces of his brain apart—
he would. he disliked boring things on principle, and dion agriche was not boring. webtoon trademark. putting that aside, there's no additional text to alert dion of his presence. instead, he can likely see the strands of red energy flowing through the air before he appears right before him.
the first thing he says is: ] Is that your best sword? If you were hurting for something better, you could have easily infiltrated one of my armories. [ he does have twelve for absolutely no reason, after all. but, it's mostly a joke. anything dion brandished as a weapon was likely no less deadly. ]
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in sylus's case, the most basic hypothesis to was that it was some means to an end. if it were simply a matter of wealth and power, it would've been more conventional for him to go through any means necessary to rid himself of dion, or, at least, put him on his heel. after the first "incident" that'd capped one of onychinus' subsidaries to its knees, he'd expected something of retaliation; in absence of that, perhaps he'd gotten carried away, seeing what else he'd get away with, leading to their sordid affair of cat and mouse.
it's too bad that he's learned the taste of a change in status quo. ]
Does the tool matter?
[ he lifts the sword, lazily, as if making a show of inspecting it. its edge gleams, as do the dark stones embedded at the ends of its hilt. attributing one of the agriche's prized family heirlooms as trash compared to mass-produced metal is as paltry as a threat as any, and all it gets by way of acknowledgement is an aloof scoff. ]
Ah. In your case, I suppose it does. [ implying sylus is nothing without his evol. as dion throws the sword aside, he spreads his arms and lays his palms open. ] Give me something you'd approve of, then. Or, would you prefer me to use my hands?
[ that's an option. ]
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he uses his evol once more to pick up a suitcase he kept relatively close to him. obviously, he makes a show of utilizing where he can. as if using it as a method to display his strength, and exert his dominance over the situation. if dion was languid and relaxed, then he'd match (his freak) him.
it looks like bombs aren't the only weaponry he brought. he opens it up and tosses him a gun. it's clearly won from an auction. it's more rare than it is potent by any means, but it's a piece a lot of collectors would readily clamor over. not that he expects dion to.
walking closer, his own steps even, and his gaze fixed on him. ] Why not consider using both? [ if dion is holding it already, he leans in, letting his hand wrap around the barrel of the gun. his eyes flicker upwards, an eerie sort of glow to one of them. ] So? What's your answer?
[ he quirks his head slightly, as if silently ask why he hasn't pressed the trigger yet. ]