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[bornofthedarkness]

Passengers: Silco & Malekith
Location: The Chaple
Date: No clue, my dudes. Late Feb?
Summary: Wheelin' & Dealin'?
Warnings: Two assholes meet at a chaple, how bad can it be?


The man intrigued Malekith enough to actually show and he was surprisingly punctual. Precise, in fact--the doors opening to his overly tall frame at the exact minute requested. He'd give enough respect, but no more time than what was requested.

Those strange eyes swept the area as feet padded their way in toward the other man with slow footfalls--light, but sharp and purposeful. Distance kept, gloved hands folded before his body.

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[kaijuice]

Silco lounges in a pew, legs thrown over the edge in cheap approximation of some chaise. The little room's recovered from Theo's assault, however untidily: Boxes righted, and once again rifled through. A thin layer of dust coats chairs and table alike.

"We ought to pool our information,"

Pronounced without turning - Malekith's been kind enough to announce himself.