𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.


20s / male / any / 3♦️
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Am I really supposed to fill all this out? It's so long...
There's not much to tell. Name's Lighter. When I'm not too busy being kidnapped, you can find me in the Outer Ring. As the undefeated Champion, I defend the honor of the Sons of Calydon.
Here? Just playing the game.
Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.
Caesar's more of the reader between us, but she never lets me touch the books I pick up for her. Movies... disaster? Romance is alright too. Music is whatever's playing in Steeltusk. Though when boss and Lucy get on the piano, it's got a nice sound to it. As for food... anything convenient and edible. Taste is a bonus, I guess. On the go or in a Hollow, lollipops work fine for me.
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Beer, if there's no Nitro-Fuel around.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
...Clowns?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Shower, it's more convenient.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates. Hollow bandits are pretty similar.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Uhh. Either, I suppose...
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer. Not much winter to speak of at home.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. Easier to clean.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Hey, who's asking?
INFJ-T

𝐹𝐸𝐵𝑅𝑈𝐴𝑅𝑌 𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑇.
✧ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ (ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴀʟ)
[ For now, he thinks. Lighter doesn't really want to dispense hope against hope in this instance, but he keeps the slightly bitter taste of that thought to himself. ]
A wasteland. A place we wrestled back from the brink of destruction. [ Caesar always had more of a way with words about it, but he supposes that's always what made her the more compelling leader. ] You know what a Hollow is?
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[His voice gentles, a participatory whisper across the partition. He wants to know more — he doesn't want to interrupt for questions that would sideline this telling, even as it aches already to hear of destruction in some other faraway place.]
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✧ ᴍᴀʏᴏᴜ (ᴄᴀʟᴍᴏᴍɪʟᴇ)
[ Unwise to the presence of an easily won smile... tragique. ]
Oof. [ It comes more as a noise than a word, as if he'd felt a twinge of genuine pain. ] Not the type to take prisoners, are you? I'd choose the lightning.
[ No joke. ]
Warfare aside. You bake?
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Shifting gears does a decent job of jostling her out of gently bullying her coworkers into quiet contemplation, even if she's struggling a bit to put feelings and sensations into words. ]
Yeah, a lot. It's stress relief.
[ Hmm. But why is it calming to her—? ]
Turn your brain off, let your hands do the work, listen to music... even if it's too easy to get carried away and make way too much. [ Story of her life tbh. Stress is horrible for her, but great for anyone she dumps her hoard of pastries on. ] Why, do you have a sweet tooth?
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✧ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ (ᴡᴀɢᴇᴅ)
[ Lighter pauses to consider everything he knows, which is next to nothing — a laissez-faire sweetness like the honed edge of a precious jewel. But jewels don't come up out of the ground reflective like that, not with all the pressure and sediment. ]
No differently than when when we started this game. I don't know who you are, but not everyone gets to make the same choices for the same reasons.
So, let's backtrack. What's your name?
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Now now, my friend. A little unfair you're the one asking all the questions, don't you think? ( but also for all of aventurine's ability to deflate, there's only so many questions he wants to really answer. ) Why don't you give me your answer, instead? What's the worst thing you have done for money?
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✧ ᴀᴀᴋ (ᴍᴀʟᴘᴡᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ)
Ah, zombies? Like the undead guys from the movies? [ Fascinating. Boy he would probably hate to punch a zombie. Gross. ] ...What'd you even pocket? Not from them, right?
[ He has so many questions. ]
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✧ ᴡʀɪᴏᴛʜᴇsʟᴇʏ (ᴀʀᴍᴡʀɪᴏsᴛʟᴇ)
[ This is what happens when the Sons of Calydon are all daughters, actually. He remembers his manners real quick. His gaze cuts aside to the highlight of the button on his side of the partition, signaling that she's pressed it.
With a quiet sigh, he pushes to a stand and follows suit. ]
Alright, let's do it then. Just don't make it sound like you want me to eat out of your hands, maybe?
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✧ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇᴅᴇs (ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ)
You know what they say about idle hands... [ NOTHING NSFW ] But that's good to hear. If there's anywhere you want to go, just contact me.
As for me, it's fine. Seems like the lower floors mostly go unnoticed by our hosts, which suits me better than all the glamor. There's been a lot of complaints about the bathing arrangements, though.
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✧ ᴡᴇɪ ᴡᴜxɪᴀɴ (sᴜɪʙɪᴀɴ)
[ He barks a laugh in return. ]
Incredible. I would've given up. You must be pretty terrifying, actually, huh?
[ Though humor glints in his voice, it sounds like he means that. ]
It's Lighter. Yours?
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✧ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ (ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇssʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs)
Nope. [ Half a laugh. ] But I also had to wonder how often strangers actually take each other up on these things, given the circumstances. I played my hand and look where it got me.
[ Bet more, win more. Stupid games, stupid prizes, so on and so forth. But he'd also wager that these types of facilitation games put people face to face with their predicament and dares them to push the boundary (or the button) in the interest of pulling ahead.
Funny, then. That this doesn't feel like that, capitulation melted into the delicate slope of her shoulders.
Lighter follows as if lead along by an invisible tether at her fingertips, crossing the lower partition. He sits beside her in a measured drop of his weight, arm naturally slinging itself over the back of the couch. He cocks his head. ]
You're giving me a lot of grace.
✧ ᴋᴀʙʀᴜ (ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ)
[ A huff of laughter. ]
No? Well, it's fine to draw the line somewhere. Being naked too often under the sun where I'm from will get you into big trouble.
[ When he shifts, leather creases. ]
Got a lot of swimming spots to take advantage of? I've never been.
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✧ ʀᴏʙɪɴ (ʙɪʀᴅɪɴɢ)
[ Ah, he sees. The inverted beam just before a sunset, or the silent inhalation of a firework before its burst. Something that should make him hold his breath. ]
Just so happens, I do.
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✧ ʀᴏᴋᴜʀᴏᴜ (sᴡᴏʀᴅʜᴀʀᴅʏ)
A blacksmith? [ His tone lilts upwards from its typical depth, curiosity genuine. ] Can't say I've given it any thought before, uh... now, to be precise.
Earth, though. I'm guessing there weren't a lot of Ethereals weak to it back home. You don't see many people with an affinity for it.
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𝐴𝑃𝑅𝐼𝐿 𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑇 & 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺𝐿𝐸.
✧ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇᴅᴇs (ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ)
I mean it however you'd like to consider it
But with me also isn't bad to think about so
You know, anytime is good with me.
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✧ ᴡᴇɪ ᴡᴜxɪᴀɴ (sᴜɪʙɪᴀɴ)
Whoaaa now
This place doesn't exactly scream "Find a wife and settle down"
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✧ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ (ʀᴇʙᴇʟsᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ)
[ Somehow, the words he's left with as he eventually exits his suite clatter around in his head like the scratch and screech of metal — have some fun and "good boy". It's not like he's opposed to playing the game as intended, but he's still a guy with less chance hookups than one might imagine in a place that begs, bribes, and extorts them for unimaginable gains. For a low rank like him (and a mellow wallflower beyond that), he doesn't necessarily crave the thrill of wealth or prestige, but can't deny the creature comfort that comes from racking up cards. Not wanting for much doesn't mean there isn't a precipice he's aware of here, a line drawn between succor and suffering.
House Finch is as torrid as gossip says. Which checks out, for a strip club. Dark, perfumed, radiant with red-lit chrome. Lighter can almost taste it in the back of his throat on entry, winding his way around the dancefloor and stages to approach the bar. It doesn't take him long to zero in on his date, matching face to profile picture. ]
So. [ He approaches, dressed down in supple leather from his jacket to his gloves. And yes, the shades stay, even in the belly of the club. ] How's this place stack up to your dive bars?
[ His tone is low and gritty, lilted by curiosity. ]
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✧ ᴍᴀʏᴏᴜ (ᴄᴀʟᴍᴏᴍɪʟᴇ)
[ the c-word... ]
Hold on, that feels a little imbalanced
From what I can tell
You're capable of cooking up some really impressive stuff
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✧ sᴛᴇʟʟᴇ (sᴛᴇʟʟᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ)
Ahh well
You got me there
Or the resort did, I guess. I'm not out to lie about it
Can't persuade you to focus on the other stuff, can I?
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✧ ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ (ɢᴜʀɢᴇ)
Don't go swooning just yet
You a person with a lot of problems that need taking care of?
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✧ "ʟᴇsʟᴇʏ" (ᴀʀᴍᴡʀɪᴏsᴛʟᴇ)
Thanks for the offer but I'd like to earn it fair and square, preferably
And it's probably better that you don't, truth be told
Care to take a guess first?
[ none the wiser... literally none ]
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✧ ᴀsᴛʀᴀ (ᴀsᴛʀᴀɪsʙᴏʀɴ)
Like
In writing? Or photographic?
Or is seeing believing, Miss Yao?
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✧ ɴᴇʜᴀɴ (ᴡᴏʟғᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)
[ please the hoes deserve better ]
Oh, you think so?
Wanna take it from the top or just let it lie?
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