[ He had been ignoring the pings of the phone, over and over, loud and rising. It was annoying, but Silco had found that after a while, they just...died off and gave up. Which was preferable for the acerbic man who didn't really want to talk to these people. Certainly, at some point, he may need to speak with them, but he has little want. They're so... soft, looking for soulmates, or help. He doesn't even notice the curl of his lip, and barely noticed the sour looking man, pointing at him. 'Are you going to fuckin' answer that?' he sneered, pointing at Silco.

He was tempted to just leave it, just to annoy him, but the pings were annoying him as well, so he pulled it out of his pocket, and opened it -- to the man screaming about woods, and Serene, and -- Silco snapped it shut. ]

See? It was nothing. [ He said, pointedly at the man, who looked like he was about to blow a gasket, but Silco quickly slipped into the crowd, before a fight happened, and he was the victim. ]

[ one ] [ He's quickly becoming a fixture in Mirth. Silco knows how to make coin, and then spread it about rather quickly, enough to survive easily. There's no bar here, no shimmer, and no industry to smuggle, but he'd grown up in the undercity, and lived there for his entire life. He could make two coins to four with a few words, observation, and from trading one item or another in the right way. He's quiet, and while his eye stands out -- always stands out -- Silco sticks to the shadows, and the darker spaces. It would not be the sort of thing to last, but... it would do for now. At least until he found something more appropriate.

That doesn't mean he over-indulges -- and Silco had never been one to drink to drunkenness, or to take shimmer to the point of addiction -- so he hardly looks for it. The raucous celebrations, between these bards telling stories, and this... Doran giving a speech... it's all so...hopeful. Silco feels his hackles rising, just from the sounds of it. He never gave such speeches in Zaun, of course -- although threatening the Chembarons was a tried and true activity -- but to see people react to it, despite the ever-encroaching shadows and supposed dangers was...something else. He wasn't sure if it was hopeful, or if it was delusion. He suspected the latter, rather than the former.

He's already sour, his face pulled into a myriad of annoyances -- he doesn't bother to school his expressions -- when he looked at the lot of them -- but he's more captured, more interested, when he comes to the food, and indulgences.

He'd seen some of them, of course, had been observing the effects of the liquors and other unusual foods, but when someone popped a candy into their mouth, and slumped over immediately, as if they were sleeping. His eyes tracked -- others did the same, while their friends (perhaps soulmates?) watched, a careful eye over them. At another spot, someone took a drink of what looked like whiskey -- he'd been tempted to get a glass themselves, but -- They started talking to air.

His eyes tracked, watched, breathing quickened, but he turned his head, and looked for something else, and didn't stay to watch that one for long, his hands in his pockets. ]

[ two] [ The parade started, and while Silco took a few curious glances at it, while the streets were crowded with other passers-by and individuals interested in watching, or participating, he's more interested in learning more. He'd gotten enough of the basic information, such as what the flicker of that spark deep in him meant, and he'd stopped being surprised by people with claws, feathers, or unusual features on the streets. (They clearly weren't like the non-humans from Runeterra, like yordles, but humans who'd had them naturally?) He'd learned enough to know what the soulmates were supposed to be -- still useless and insulting to consider, in his opinion -- and he'd started to hear more about the Hierarchy. Not enough for his taste, and he didn't like someone being in charge that he didn't know anything about.

So he was...snooping. Looking for information. Surreptitiously listening in on whispered conversations in an alley -- often just the sound of two people interacting and in an argument, but... eventually it might bear fruit -- and his fingers slipped against a shop-keeper's documents. He didn't hold onto them when he'd given them a once over -- and he's just as slick with returning them to their area. He's looking for...something. Information about the deeper consequences, or what the Hierarchy does. When everyone is distracted, it's the perfect time to slip in between the thinning crowds. Perhaps you caught him slipping a page free from a small shop? Or did you notice him in the alley when he was listening in on your conversation? He may be good, but he's not preternaturally good, and is easy to catch, being an old man with no magical powers. ]

[ one ][ A scream shattered the relative bliss of the Stygian street, the crowed milled about, a panic took hold. People started milling about, every which way, their bodies walking and moving about, trying to find the best way out, and created more chaos in the heart of it. Bodies pushed against one another, some Restless were hardly heroic, and would try to mow over others in an attempt to figure out what was going on or to get away. Silco found himself jostled, pushed and shoved -- his small frame wasn't one for intimidation, and while he could move through a crowd easily, moving through a frenzied pack of people was different -- and he struggled to get out of the throng of it. People were all about, milling and moving, and there was a thudding sound, and the sound of a horse somewhere down the street.

People started to move now, fast, but Silco was still trying to figure it out, before the sound was closer -- and the crowd started to thin. With the people moving freely, Silco is quick to wheel his head now towards the approaching sound, and his eyes go wide, before he starts to move, to try to get out of the way -- although he's certainly not really fast enough to beat the galloping horse.

He's going to need an assist, or else he might really be in trouble shortly. ]

[ two ][ But through some grace, he's made it. Silco's feet crunch in the garbage strewn about on the streets, and he didn't even look down at it. Sure, some people were cleaning up, and it was... kind of them to do so, but he wasn't the type to just do manual labor like this. He was more focused on figuring out the why of what was happening. Not for any one person's safety, of course, but there was an...implication, of what could make such a creature mow through the crowd like that. Was it an attack? An attempt to intimidate them? The Restless about seemed to be...just as surprised as they were about the event.

Which meant it lacked routine. It meant that there was something with significant power, to do this -- he'd heard whispers this early on -- that the Hierarchy had experienced permanent losses. His lips twitched, as he turned his attention down to the garbage, and he kicked a piece aside, only to find... What was that? A flyer? He bent down, to pluck it from the ground, ignoring the trash around it. ]

[ If you'd like something from me specifically, hit me up! I can write a starter, or you can just make something up and I'll roll with it! Silco is mostly hanging around the festivities and will not be participating with anything in the Oakwoods, though. ]