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[powerhungry]

HEX CLUB/PINK SLIP GROUP CHAT. SILCO HAS ADDED YOU TO THIS CHAT. 42 people: Silco, Gwen, Faith, Hawk, Neon, Buffy, Cassian, Devon, Koby, Shadowheart, Stephen, Yeko, Zephir, Dean, Tara, Wanda, Jake, Saber, Sanji, Adrian; Ani, Peony, Bob, Yelena, Valentina, Sam, Max, Tristan, Parisa, Qimir, Thresher, Armand, Shauna, Cellar, Roza, Iggy, Isolde, Peter, Wally, Danny, Eddie, Teddie.

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[rehandle]

[ Right. No clues as to content, but he didn't ask. There's a brief twitch of his brow at the response - treat it like you would another guest is risky advice he will not be following quite to the letter - but he nods. Taps his fingers on the desk to close out his interaction with the pages of the book he's been allowed to view, sliding it back toward its owner. ] Thank you.

[ And he turns to leave Silco to his business. Except... A tilt of his chin as thoughts coalesce into something worth saying. He stops. Half turns back. ]

Ashcroft died a human death by human hands. But whatever he was the last time I saw him on these grounds, it wasn't human.

It'll be back.

[powerhungry]

[ When Silco meets Stephen's gaze, there's nothing like surprise in the sharp lines of his face. Just— resignation, like either he knows it or he expects it.

He could let Stephen go, and offer nothing more. Should, really, when they're still not square in his view. ]

They're different things.

[ It and Ashcroft, though he doesn't bother to elaborate further. ]

And yes, one remains.

[rehandle]

[ A held quiet. Stephen watchful, considering the confirmation dropped onto his plate - how much it sounds like fact rather than theory. ]

We don't know what this thing wants with the House. We do know that this place can call us in by its own will - from anywhere. Everywhere.

If it takes this place, it has access to all places. That can't happen.

[powerhungry]

[ For a moment, Silco just— regards the man across from him, the faint crease in his brow suggesting a moving tally. He doesn't disagree — can't, with the knowledge that has already been furnished to him — but he isn't inclined to play second fiddle again, not considering how it'd gone the first time.

So, a test— ]

Bring back what you find.

[ —to see if Stephen is willing to play ball, to take any sort of direction. ]

We'll speak further, then.

[rehandle]

[ Easily done. He needs him. They all need each other now that they have to become what they've been told they are whether or not it was true from the start, but Silco has proven himself a linchpin here. So Stephen can pay for his time if he won't give it freely. That's fine.

A nod of his head, deal agreed. ]

See you when I have something.

[ And he turns to finally actually leave. ]