Zaun | Rising from its Ashes

Silco | Leading the Rise of the Nation of Zaun

[industrialist-eye]

Hello there, I am Silco, leader of Zaun. At the harassment suggestion of my daughter Jinx, I have made…this to interact with the public and answer questions. Please do not bother with this. I do not want to waste time with this. I am only doing this to appease my daughter.

(This a roleplay blog for Silco from post-season 1 time-skip Arcane. There will likely be suggestive content on this blog, and canon-typical content warnings apply.)

(I also run @hextech-workaholic. I take that one more seriously…maybe go there.)

Some house rules/info under the cut.

-I am an adult, so please interact appropriately. I do sometimes post more mature content.

-Also, please do not send super serious vents into my asks box as I can not provide that level of emotional support right now. If you need some cheering up from Silco I will absolutely do what I can, but please be respectful about my own mental health.

-Also…it's Silco. He's kind of a feral cat of a man. Please don't expect him to always be nice he's got asshole privileges.

[industrialist-eye]

You have the most gorgeous hands that I've ever seen.

I would not do so without your consent.

But sometimes I feel that I would do almost anything, to spend a long time gently and carefully kissing your beautiful hands

You flirt like you're from Piltover. I suppose I appreciate the compliment. I wonder if you would feel differently if you knew I'd the sheer amount of dirt under my nails. Or what they've had to do to get Zaun to these heights.

[industrialist-eye]

HAPPY FATHERS DAY SILCO 🥳🥳🥳

I am a day late in answering this, but thank you. Jinx's celebration was...eventful. And...messy, but overall the day was nice, at least.

[industrialist-eye]

Hey, handsome. Surprising that I'll live long enough to age so well. Not surprising that I stay in this stupid pub. I- ...What happened to your face?

@revolution-cheri

Silco does a double-take, before tensing. Stares for a long moment, quietly, feeling a million miles away before he decides to brush this off as another simple nightmare or hallucination and stabilizes…a little bit.

The hound happened. Who else would ever be close enough to us to do such damage? You should run- get away from him before he ruins you.

He sighs.

But you won't, will you? Of course I wouldn't. Even if I'd told myself that then, there's no way I would believe Vander would ever turn on me, is there? We were so foolish, boy.

[revolution-cheri]

They walk closer, fingertips tracing the edge of your desk. Their hair hangs around their face, a swooping wave curling around symmetrical pale cheekbones. Her smart, clear eyes study your face. You notice that while xer expression is neutral, they aren't frowning like you're used to seeing in your reflection; it could be closer compared to a pout.

Yes, of course not. He could never, could he? It's almost unimaginable, such a betrayal.

He circles the desk and stop a step in front of you, leaning on her hip. They look down at you, in your chair, and they reach out, cold, gentle fingertips smoothing over your scar.

Does it hurt?

[industrialist-eye]

There's something worse than being haunted by a ghost- and perhaps it's this. Being haunted by what could have been. An unmarred face. The ability to have any expression beyond a frown. To be…unruined. Unrepressed. And as fingers trace his face…still so warm. Soft. Not completely tainted by pure bitterness and hate and…anger. Soft in ways his own hands can't convey anymore.

"It doesn't hurt like it used to. The eye is…manageable…compared to-"

He trails off. Compared to what? Compared to how it felt to look at everything that could have been? Compared to letting someone hold your very heart in their hands thinking it was safe with them- only to have them crush their fists around it?

He shakes his head sighing as he looks up at what he used to be.

"Compared to what it was, to lose that look for good. To lose everything. All our dreams. And to think- you were going to be his little wife, weren't you? I suppose it was insanity to ever think that was going to work, wasn't it? We always ran too hot. There was always going to be a fight that went too far, eventually."

[industrialist-eye]

can you cut hair? mine's getting long and deckard's too busy to cut it...

You- busy? That's the only reason you wouldn't...you would willingly let Deckard cut it? No wonder it looks like it does.

Fine. Sit. I'll find the scissors.

[industrialist-eye]

I’ve heard people say you’re cruel, Silco. Is it true? What would I have to do to be treated cruelly by you? What if I asked nicely?

I suppose it might be true. I do what I must, and sometimes that's not an idealistic, kind thing. For that though, I'm afraid you're asking at the wrong point in my life.

Though...hm. What type of cruelly are we talking about?

[industrialist-eye]

I would crawl over broken glass to suck bong water out of your jorts king

And here I thought I had heard all of the most unhinged pick-up lines in my youth. You've been down in the bar, I take it? Surely nobody sober would approach me like...that.

How about we reconsider this when you've got a different line to try.

[industrialist-eye]

crawls on the floor towards you

sir, please.... please kick me..... sir...

You know, it's actually almost endearing when you beg. If I was young and less jaded, I might have actually humored that wish without a second thought. But I'm past such-

He sighs.

Actually, things have been rather stressful. I suppose if you're willing to beg for it on the floor like that, it wouldn't hurt me, would it?

He stands and reels back his foot quickly, before bringing it up into your stomach. He sighs again as he goes right back to his chair.

Get out. Close the door on your way. And don't you dare cough up any blood onto my floor.

[industrialist-eye]

Ina rushes into Silco’s office without knocking and is out of breath, stopping a few feet away from his desk. Her voice sounds raspy and strained.

Boss… I know who it… i know who it is. They work for the…for the rabies thing. 

Ina was covered in dirt and her short hair was messier than usual. There was a large bruise forming on their throat in the shape of a hand. Her knuckles are red and bleeding. There is a little bit of blood smeared next to her mouth, almost like she tried to wipe it away as she ran. Ina was using Linus to brace herself as she favored her left foot, trying to keep pressure off her right ankle. Her dog had blood around his mouth and was panting, but looks uninjured. 

They are trying to kill you, Boss. They are trying to use inside help to do it. 

@piltivorcango2hell

Silco jumps, startled, when Ina barges into his office. Tenses and narrows his eyes, motioning with his head for Sevika to move a bit closer just for his own comfort as he takes in the sight- and the rush to her speech.

Ina…Ina. Slow down, girl. What you talking about? The rabies thi- Smeech?

He gives a sideways glance to Sevika, before looking back at Ina. Admittedly, he's not worried. Not about anyone that works for Smeech. But…it's better for Ina to be.

Well…you've done well, bringing this information to me. That is a rather serious and…grim plan to uncover. I don't suppose you were able to dig up what exact inside help they're planning on using?

He digs out a cloth and some bandages and slides them across the desk- and a small vial of shimmer. Wouldn't do to have her dripping blood all over his office.

[industrialist-eye]

Hey, handsome. Surprising that I'll live long enough to age so well. Not surprising that I stay in this stupid pub. I- ...What happened to your face?

@revolution-cheri

Silco does a double-take, before tensing. Stares for a long moment, quietly, feeling a million miles away before he decides to brush this off as another simple nightmare or hallucination and stabilizes…a little bit.

The hound happened. Who else would ever be close enough to us to do such damage? You should run- get away from him before he ruins you.

He sighs.

But you won't, will you? Of course I wouldn't. Even if I'd told myself that then, there's no way I would believe Vander would ever turn on me, is there? We were so foolish, boy.

[industrialist-eye]

Once Zaun reaches independence do you plan on creating a council like Piltover? Im curious how this new government will work

Like Piltover's? No. Their council has become a party of the elite- no more in touch with their citizens than the statues that adorn their buildings. That Talis boy may be an exception, but even he is passive and has no place in politics. He's never had to lead anything before, and he's out of his depth surrounded by the men and women of hubris.

But frankly, Zaun already has a Council, in a sense. Comprised of Chem-Barons who do understand how to lead. With genuine, differing opinions, which is crucial for understanding as much of your population as you can. Something Piltover seems to be lacking. You're asking how this new government will work, but Zaun has been functioning by itself for a long time, already. You need only imagine what the difference will be without Piltover over-reach. Without enforcers harassing us in our streets.

[piltivorcango2hell]

But Talis is a councilor, how can he be an... exception? What do you mean, boss? I'm confused... isn't he dangerous?

Sorry.

[industrialist-eye]

Of course he is- perhaps more so in his naivety, in fact. The other Councilor's have time under their belt. Experience. Not experience with Zaun- none of them would be caught dead in the Lanes. They see such filth as beneath them.

The Talis boy isn't much better- but he's not dangerous in the same way the other Councilor's are. He's dangerous in the way he's a simple boy who doesn't know what he's doing and has been given more power than he knows how to handle. He's more in touch, I imagine, with the average person in Piltover- he doesn't have the rich background that perhaps Councilor Medarda does- but that does not mean he is not incredibly dangerous to Zaun. He understands the average Piltover fear that Zaun is dangerous, and none of the political tact. The fear of the common man who's been told by his Council that Zaunite's are ravenous and feral and dirty little things. He has a background he'd probably call humble, as if his own partner hasn't scavenged for the right to live like the rest of us down here have.

So to clear up the confusion, Ina, he is perhaps more dangerous. His only exception is that he has a different background than the others- but that only makes him more unpredictable. Less reasonable. More...emotional. We all have reason to be wary, when power is wielded by someone so reactive.

[industrialist-eye]

You look like you'd be easy to bend over a pool table. You ever been bent over a pool table?

I wouldn't say easy. You would have to get past Sevika, and I wouldn't exactly be amicable to such, at this point. But I was rather…messy, in my youth, you could say. So of course I have. More times than I care to remember.

[industrialist-eye]

Once Zaun reaches independence do you plan on creating a council like Piltover? Im curious how this new government will work

Like Piltover's? No. Their council has become a party of the elite- no more in touch with their citizens than the statues that adorn their buildings. That Talis boy may be an exception, but even he is passive and has no place in politics. He's never had to lead anything before, and he's out of his depth surrounded by the men and women of hubris.

But frankly, Zaun already has a Council, in a sense. Comprised of Chem-Barons who do understand how to lead. With genuine, differing opinions, which is crucial for understanding as much of your population as you can. Something Piltover seems to be lacking. You're asking how this new government will work, but Zaun has been functioning by itself for a long time, already. You need only imagine what the difference will be without Piltover over-reach. Without enforcers harassing us in our streets.

[industrialist-eye]

Aaaw shuucks…! Don’t be so hard on yourself, Silcy boy! I. I think you’re a good person! A… A mighty fine person!

@skip-sells

Ah, you're the Vastayan that sells paint to my daughter, aren't you? You work for Smeech, I believe?

I…suppose I will accept the compliment. I am at least trying to do good for Zaun. I suppose there's that.

[industrialist-eye]

I heard the topsiders are getting ready for a raid, you might want to warn your crazy daughter.

I appreciate the warning, though I have already heard as much. Jinx has been warned, she will do with that information as she wishes. I trust her to handle herself.

[industrialist-eye]

Do you consider yourself as a good person?

No. And I will tell you something about life, here, because I've been told before that answering that way is surprising-

There's no such thing. Every single one of us has a monster inside of them. Some people are a little better at hiding it. They stay safe and kind in their houses and they try and ignore it while they raise their children and act like everything is fine- but when push comes to shove it is the first thing to show its head.

I've had plenty of chances to do just the same. I could hole up and act good and like all of this is fine. Maybe I would have been happier if I had, back when I had a real chance to leave all of this alone. But doing so would have been turning my back on the entirety of Zaun's suffering.

The people that most consider good- they don't change things like this. Change comes to those willing to do anything to achieve it. If that means dropping the illusion of good for actual change- so be it.

No, I don't consider myself a good person. I do consider myself someone that is willing to do the hard things for the greater good, though.

[industrialist-eye]

Wait wait wait HOLD UP

You wanted to marry Vander?

The sheer amount of you that are surprised I had a history with him never ceases to impress me.

Though...I suppose most that were around to know of that history are gone, aren't they? And the ones that aren't don't need to ask. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised.

The bigger confusion anyway is why you care. What would information about how I used to feel do for you? It's all irrelevant.

...that youthful naivety was killed a long time ago. I have not felt the way I felt in my youth in many many years. And frankly, you don't need to know what I wanted back then.