texts from "last night" or whenever

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Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. (You also don't have to use TFLN itself as a source for your messages, or you can modify them for your character.) This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

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[somethingrevolutionary]

Congratulations on your survival. It would be unfortunate for you to be brought to another world only to die there.

[ Mel takes it as both a warning and a threat. Silco can compliment her all he likes, but he has reason enough to hate her. If he deems it a good call to stab her in the back, then he'll do so. ]

Hextech hasn't done all we set out for it to do, but the recent reality check shows good reason to do more for the people of Zaun.

[conflictresolution]

Yet not unexpected. I suppose the place thought I deserved to be punished.

[As smart as she looks. Good.]

It is nice to see the threat of annihilation moves the needle in Piltover. Your fearless leader cuts the red tape better than expected.

[somethingrevolutionary]

It seems cruelty to save a man's life only to punish him further, unless there is promise of release on the far side.

It may be what moved many of my peers, but it's the injustice revealed that moved me. Yes, I admit I was blind to much of it before.

[conflictresolution]

You don't believe that such punishments are justified for certain individuals?

You know what could have also revealed the injustice? Coming to view us as we wallowed in filth and toxicity for your benefits. That is done now; you've seen the light so to speak.

[somethingrevolutionary]

I don't believe that justice comes from punishment. I would take a pound of curing the problems over a pound of flesh any day, though I know that is not how most people think.

It could have, yes. There's plenty of mistakes I've made over the years, ones that cannot be changed. Only the future.

[conflictresolution]

Such idealism. I didn't know you had it in you; aren't you just a fascinating woman? So I suppose you'll solve the problems of the undercity rather than bring to justice the one that shot the rocket into your window?

Hmmm, only the future indeed. It seems you have a second chance here. Let's see what you rouse yourself to do with it.

[somethingrevolutionary]

If I had a choice of one or the other, that'd be easy. I'd take solving the problems of the undercity in a heartbeat. Naturally, it's the harder choice, especially as so many people clamor loudly for blood to pay for blood. I may be an optimist, Mr. Silco, but I doubt everyone will survive that rocket. I will do the best I can to improve upon the conditions in the undercity and to protect both cities from outside threat, all while trying to prevent them from tearing each other to shreds. I will not be able to enact some perfect solution, only the best I can manage.

While I haven't gained much information about the state of things back home, the time to pause and to think is an advantage I will not have back there, so I must make the most of it.

[conflictresolution]

We of the undercity have learned to take care of ourselves; we don't require you for saving, just take the boot off of our throats. The cost will always be blood, and I have no issue paying with it.

And don't call me Mister. It's Silco. Most of us will never have a family name.

Duty calls, it seems.

[somethingrevolutionary]

Blood begets blood begets blood. It never ends. At some point, it needs to. The undercity has been robbed long enough. It's time it saw some of its resources return.

How do you show respect then?

That it does. It will, so long as I live.

[conflictresolution]

Such an advocate you are for my city. If I had known that was all it would take, I would have requested a meeting years ago.

We buy one another a drink. Otherwise, just knowing someone's name, for better or worse, carries some respect. No one wants to be in obscurity.

[He'll wait and see about how driven she actually is.]

[somethingrevolutionary]

I care about both cities, but of course you wouldn't know how simple it was back there. I had to play everything far closer to the chest.

There are plenty of establishments here in which to drink. People certainly know your name, Silco.

[conflictresolution]

We all have to play things closer to the chest if we want to make progress. Everyone has their dirty part to play.

Are you offering? Hopefully they know it for all the right reasons being the simple industrialist that I am.

[somethingrevolutionary]

I doubt I could have gotten that vote five years ago, even with the same amount of violence.

I am, though not for a simple industrialist.

[conflictresolution]

You didn't have hextech five years previous. The Council had more to lose by their prize being weaponized.

Then for whom?

[somethingrevolutionary]

I am against Hextech being weaponized, but that wasn't my commentary.

For the revolutionary who wants to see his people's lives improve.

[conflictresolution]

All technology is weaponized eventually. Best to have a handle on its creation otherwise it will be taken from you.

Appealing to my ego? The rumours about you do not lie.

[somethingrevolutionary]

I have considered that thought, but one does not change the world by accepting every maxim as true.

It's also what I respect most about you, so I thought it only best that should be the side of you I buy a drink for.

omg your mel is so goooooooooddddddd

[conflictresolution]

So you work against tradition yet remain an opportunist.

Alright, I'll bite. A drink then. Name the time and place.

eeeee thank you, love your silco

[somethingrevolutionary]

I am both an idealist and a realist. Pragmatism need not be the enemy of change.

Cutting Edge in Wintermute. Tomorrow at 8 pm.

<3 <3

[conflictresolution]

The most dangerous type of politician.

So eager to meet me. I'm flattered. I will see you then.

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[somethingrevolutionary]

Such a compliment.

I see no reason to delay. We never know how much time we have.

[ The next evening, Mel arrives at Cutting Edge five minutes til eight, dressed in her typical fashion despite the cold of Wintermute, with only a warm cloak added to her attire. She removes it immediately and offers it to the staff to hang up while they get drinks. ]

action

[conflictresolution]

[Still gathering his bearings with the new environment and unwilling to allow himself to be caught unaware in a new drinking establishment, Silco had arrived an hour early. He wanted to watch the patrons and know where all the exits were in case he had to slip away for a quick escape; it was such a common behaviour in the undercity that he thought nothing about it.

He was in a seat in one corner of the room, an empty tumbler with melting ice in front of him and casually smoking one of his few remaining cigars. The ambience was dark enough that his red eye provided a soft glow as he observed everyone coming and going from the watering hole. He wore his regular clothing including coat.

Of course, he had a description of everyone from the Council thanks to the late Sheriff. He would have known her based on her normal finery even if he never had a description, and he lifted a hand to advertise his presence. After all, he doubted anyone from Piltover knew who their 'friend from downtown' was, as he liked to keep it. The less on their radar he was, the easier to operate as he pleased.]

Would you prefer I call you Miss Medarda or some other title?

[somethingrevolutionary]

[ Mel's not surprised that Silco arrived before her. She's been here before and is familiar with the establishment and everything she wants to know about it. Further, in the unlikely and she believes out of character situation that Silco chooses to escalate their first meeting to violence (there's little he gains from that), her magic is a card he doesn't know about, one she's used against a version of him Thirteen created in a trial. Mel, Jayce, and Viktor defeated him together as a team then, but this Silco is Silco through and through, not some monstrous version from a trial.

Thanks to that trial, Mel knows what Silco looks like, and she recognizes him when he raises his hand. She comes over to his corner, his safe spot with no one behind him out of view, and sits at an angle from him, not directly across. They aren't enemies. They don't need to be. ]

Silco, good to meet you after all this time. Miss Medarda is fine.

[ It's the title both she and her mother use by default, warlord and politician. Titles can matter, but in this situation, it's about developing a relationship. ]

[conflictresolution]

[He eased back into the chair that he was occupying as she came over to the table, observing the way that she moved and the position that she took when she eventually seated herself. She was well put together, as one would expect given her station and what he assumed to be part of her upbringing.

That she sat at an angle to him allowed them both a view of the room. She didn't fight the position that he put her in where he had his back safe, and she also gave the appearance being comfortable doing so. He brought his cigar to his lips and took a long drag, tapping off ash into the tray near his elbow.]

Is it? That is not a welcome I am used to by any stretch.

[People, once they knew him and had a measure of what he was capable of, did not enjoy meetings with him generally. Business was business though. He blew smoke from his nostrils.]

It appears that we are here at the whimsy of a fox god. It is interesting how it always turns out to be someone or something claiming to be a god.

[somethingrevolutionary]

[ Mel and Jayce's first fight was over the fact that he went to Silco to make a deal behind her back. Jayce thought it was too dangerous for her to meet Silco. Mel thought it was foolish he went alone when she was the stronger negotiator. His deal was not the one Mel would have negotiated, were it up to her, but once it was on the table, it was the only viable option for peace. They worked it out, but it only demonstrates how seriously everyone takes meeting him. Mel takes it seriously, but she's truthful when she says it's good to meet. The connections need to be built between Piltover and Zaun. She must meet the leaders of Zaun as they are, not the leaders she wishes they would be or would choose. ]

Perhaps the people you meet need to gain more confidence in themselves.

[ And the ability to back it up. The follow through is important. It hardly hurts that they are outside Piltover and Zaun. If anything, being the one longer in Folkmore, Mel has the advantage, but it is not a strong enough advantage to set things terribly on edge. ]

Thirteen does not claim to be a god herself, though some of the spirits here worship her as one and many people have assigned the label. It's become common place to discuss her as a god, though I personally wouldn't use that term.