Post by mystifyingoracle on Mar 30, 2021 14:01:44 GMT -5
OOC: To ssri
Silvio Leon: Jon’s recovering.
Dressed in his usual jeans, button-down, waistcoat and red Converse, Silvio is seated in a high-backed chair, leaning against the backrest, forearms settled on the armrests while his fingers curl a bit tightly against the black leather. Done in the formline style of Pacific Northwest First Nations people, a mural of wings spreads out to either side behind him, making the Oracle look almost like an Indigenous angel.
Silvio Leon: We still don’t know who did this, but we have a pretty good idea as to why.
His eyes spark, betraying a fury burning hotter than his measured expression would suggest.
Silvio Leon: Hatred has no place at Carnage. Not for reasons of race, creed, gender, orientation, or any other aspects of who a person is. Whoever did this to Jon?
His fingers tighten slightly against the arm rests, the leather creaking. His voice seethes like flashes of bright orange and red roiling within a column of black smoke rising from a forest fire.
Silvio Leon: You had better pray I don’t find you first. I am not by rule an angry person. But not only did you commit a hate crime against a fellow member of the queer community, you did it to a member of the Carnage roster. One who happens to be close to me and mine. So on all counts...you didn’t just do it to Jon. You did it to all of us.
His words lower into a growl.
Silvio Leon: You did it to me.
A tremor moves through him that he quickly quells.
Silvio Leon: And I am going to show you precisely why that is the most egregious mistake you've ever made.
He leans back in his chair, body still tense, glowering at the camera.
Silvio Leon: I loathe cults, and I have had a hand in getting rid of two that have darkened Carnage’s doorstep, so it only makes sense to step in a third time. What Incubus and Succubus did to Jon and Axton after their match at Act of Defiance? That’s the last straw. You do not hurt the people I love with impunity.
When he continues, each word’s edge is jagged as a broken promise.
Silvio Leon: I’m challenging you to a match. And if you’re wondering which one of you is going to step into the ring?
He smirks.
Silvio Leon: Don’t get into a tizzy about it, babies. Daddy’ll make that decision for you.
The sound of heavy footsteps is heard, a shadow falling over the floor as the Ultraviolent Champion steps into frame dressed in his ring gear, belt draped over one shoulder, amber eyes fiery as he lays one gnarled hand on the back of Silvio’s chair.
Silvio’s eyelids lower and he turns his hands so his palms are facing upward as he makes a beckoning motion with his fingers.
Silvio Leon: We want you both.
His smirk melts into a smile.
Silvio Leon: I’m sure that this seems…enticing. The Gentleman Demon and the Lab Rat King; Team Hellbent together again. What a way to make a name for yourselves, right? But, Pandaemonium? Don’t get excited.
His expression flattens, face impassive, eyes bright.
Silvio Leon: Worry.
Silvio Leon: Jon’s recovering.
Dressed in his usual jeans, button-down, waistcoat and red Converse, Silvio is seated in a high-backed chair, leaning against the backrest, forearms settled on the armrests while his fingers curl a bit tightly against the black leather. Done in the formline style of Pacific Northwest First Nations people, a mural of wings spreads out to either side behind him, making the Oracle look almost like an Indigenous angel.
Silvio Leon: We still don’t know who did this, but we have a pretty good idea as to why.
His eyes spark, betraying a fury burning hotter than his measured expression would suggest.
Silvio Leon: Hatred has no place at Carnage. Not for reasons of race, creed, gender, orientation, or any other aspects of who a person is. Whoever did this to Jon?
His fingers tighten slightly against the arm rests, the leather creaking. His voice seethes like flashes of bright orange and red roiling within a column of black smoke rising from a forest fire.
Silvio Leon: You had better pray I don’t find you first. I am not by rule an angry person. But not only did you commit a hate crime against a fellow member of the queer community, you did it to a member of the Carnage roster. One who happens to be close to me and mine. So on all counts...you didn’t just do it to Jon. You did it to all of us.
His words lower into a growl.
Silvio Leon: You did it to me.
A tremor moves through him that he quickly quells.
Silvio Leon: And I am going to show you precisely why that is the most egregious mistake you've ever made.
He leans back in his chair, body still tense, glowering at the camera.
Silvio Leon: I loathe cults, and I have had a hand in getting rid of two that have darkened Carnage’s doorstep, so it only makes sense to step in a third time. What Incubus and Succubus did to Jon and Axton after their match at Act of Defiance? That’s the last straw. You do not hurt the people I love with impunity.
When he continues, each word’s edge is jagged as a broken promise.
Silvio Leon: I’m challenging you to a match. And if you’re wondering which one of you is going to step into the ring?
He smirks.
Silvio Leon: Don’t get into a tizzy about it, babies. Daddy’ll make that decision for you.
The sound of heavy footsteps is heard, a shadow falling over the floor as the Ultraviolent Champion steps into frame dressed in his ring gear, belt draped over one shoulder, amber eyes fiery as he lays one gnarled hand on the back of Silvio’s chair.
Silvio’s eyelids lower and he turns his hands so his palms are facing upward as he makes a beckoning motion with his fingers.
Silvio Leon: We want you both.
His smirk melts into a smile.
Silvio Leon: I’m sure that this seems…enticing. The Gentleman Demon and the Lab Rat King; Team Hellbent together again. What a way to make a name for yourselves, right? But, Pandaemonium? Don’t get excited.
His expression flattens, face impassive, eyes bright.
Silvio Leon: Worry.