>>5187165Silver's clear unease has you on edge, and you can read in his body language and Jim's positioning that this stranger is trouble. But what's more important is the fact this joker <span class="mu-s">snuck onto your ship</span>! Your eyes narrow, glaring menacingly at the assassin.
“Why are you here?” you ask, stepping forward threateningly. “And more importantly: what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking aboard MY ship, without MY permission?”
“Sneaking? I came in through the entrance. It was wide open.” he says, sounding genuinely surprised. Then his eyes widen, as he realizes something. “Ohh, you mean this, don't you?”
Then his aura blazes up around him a moment before fading away, the assassin no longer concealing his energy signature. Once again his powerlevel stabilizes in the low millions perhaps, not a threat to you but still quite impressive nonetheless.
“This is just something we assassins do, force of habit.” he says dismissively, adopting an easy going manner. “Better?”
“You still haven't answered my question.” you say, not believing this new attitude he's put on. “Why are you here?”
“Right.” he says, expression turning completely neutral as his voice takes on a far more . “I am here to catch up with an old family friend. I haven't seen Silver for well over two decades now, not since he still worked for those frozen wannabes. Which is actually something I wanted to speak with you about.”
The Zoldyck assassin then turns back towards Silver, but not fully. He keeps you in sight in his peripheral while speaking to the former Lin Kuei assassin.
“We had thought they were finished, but it seems they have returned far worse than before.” Illumi continues. “They're not only back, but have mechanized.”
“You've seen them too?” you ask, Illumi immediately turning around fully towards you.
“They've been here? Where is the body?” he asks, suddenly intense. “If the head is still mostly intact, my little brother can access it's databanks and perhaps discover the locations of their hideouts.”
“I don't have it, not anymore.” you reply, the assassin visibly sagging. Yet something in his demenor doesn't strike you as wholly-authentic. Either he knows the fate of the assassin, or something else. So you try and test him. “Teleported it down deep into my planet, and tossed it straight down into the molten core.”
“So there's no chance of recovering it then?” he asks, trying to appear disappointed. But he just doesn't seem genuine to you. Either he's trying to appear more sociable than he feels or is overacting to hide his true feelings. You can't quite get a read on him.
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