𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.

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My Self-Summary

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.

    My Future Plans

Here? Just playing the game.

    My Talents

Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.

    Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

      My Ideal Partner

[ he left this blank like a coward. ]

   

Height 6'1"/185cm   Body Type boxer   Smokes not anymore   Drinks occasionally   Drugs no   Sign capricorn, says lucy     Education street smart     Occupation biker gang champion     Income pretty good     Children none     Pets do little boars count?     Hobbies joyrides, sometimes

             

   

 

 

       

    01. WINE OR BEER

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?

         

   

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ENERGY

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introverted

 

MIND

51%

intuitive

 

NATURE

76%

feeling

 

TACTICS

58%

judging

 

IDENTITY

61%

turbulent

 

 

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𝐹𝐸𝐵𝑅𝑈𝐴𝑅𝑌 𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑇.

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✧ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ (ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴀʟ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

[ 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?

[harmonial]

I don't. Will you tell me?

[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.]

[flagrant]

[ Elusive and difficult to pin down, Lighter realizes he's cast quite the spotlight on himself. But he finds the cadence and the simplicity of the question soothing, unmoored from its context by their circumstances. ]

Alright. Let me tell you a story. [ A breath in which he might offer a smile, however unseen it might go. ] They're disasters. Spacial fluctuations that swallow up whatever they appear near — whole quarters, towns. Cities. Everything inside is eventually lost to Ether corruption. After the old capital fell to Hollow Zero, the new one figured out how to industrialize the Hollows and harvest Ether as an energy resource. With the right technology and the right firepower, you can go on in to recover some of what was lost. It's risky work, but lucrative.

✧ ᴍᴀʏᴏᴜ (ᴄᴀʟᴍᴏᴍɪʟᴇ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

[ 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?

[calmomile]

[ Like two ships passing in the night, alas.
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?

[flagrant]

I bet the people who get 'em are thankful, though. Besides the guy who gets the tiny one. If that were me, I'd rethink my whole life.

[ He twists his glass in his hand, watching the dim light refract off its facets, the melting ice. ]

But yeah, I do. Candy is an easier choice when I'm on the road, but I won't argue with pastries.

[ And, knowing the name the game, he presses on: ]

Lemon candies helped me quit smoking.

✧ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ (ᴡᴀɢᴇᴅ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

[ 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?

[waged]

( a good answer, but something deep in aventurine doesn't quite like it. maybe he had expected to be ostracized for it. maybe he wanted to be. as though that alone would justify his own self-deprecating feelings. )

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?

[flagrant]

[ There's only so much room on this self-flagellation boat and Lighter's in it to win it... ]

Ah, alright. My bad. [ Damn, not even a name. He supposes he can live with the glance aside from his curiosity, a hum rasping shallowly in his throat. ] For me... actually. Let me ask you one more question.

Do you think it's possible to sell your soul?

✧ ᴀᴀᴋ (ᴍᴀʟᴘᴡᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

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. ]

[malpwactice]

Oh, nah, nah, I got tired of checking their pockets super fast.

[... so, like, he wasn't opposed on a moral level.]

I just happened to grab some medications that were lying around, bandages, [an entire centrifuge,] you know. Like video game pick-ups. In life or death situations ownership is less important!

[life or death, fuck or die, one of those comparative statments]

✧ ᴡʀɪᴏᴛʜᴇsʟᴇʏ (ᴀʀᴍᴡʀɪᴏsᴛʟᴇ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

[ 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?

[armwriostle]

That sounds too messy, really. I might consider it if you let me feed you with a fork though. [She giggles sweetly.

Lesley isn't a petite woman by any means. The cuff might give him the form of a woman, but it didn't change the fact that he was normally six feet tall and fit as a fiddle. It translates to...well Lesley being six feet tall and fit as a fiddle.

Lighter meets a lady with wavy, dark hair, peppered with locks of white hair and instead of steel blue, they're hidden under deep emerald contacts. Make-up hides away the scars, but the callouses on her fingers give away a life of hardship either way. She's dressed in weathered, black jeans and a low cut blouse, showing off cleavage of a rather impressive chest. A few simple necklaces adorn her neck.] Oh! I didn't expect such a handsome man to apparently have such butterfingers.

✧ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇᴅᴇs (ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

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.

[pliant]

Oh? [ hm... ] Is it the space?

[ given that it's the basement, she doesn't think they would have the luxury of their own bathrooms. ]

You know, if you don't mind the trek, you're more than welcome to use mine.

✧ ᴡᴇɪ ᴡᴜxɪᴀɴ (sᴜɪʙɪᴀɴ)

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( from here. )

[ 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?

[suibian]

[ Oh, what a compliment. Wei Wuxian can't help the sharpness of his grin as he hears it, though he's a little glad Lighter can't see it either. ]

Ah, maybe so, maybe so! I'm not gonna let a bunch of old fogeys knock me down, that's for sure.

[ But right, Lighter is his name! A good name, he thinks. ]

Wei Wuxian! It's a pleasure, Lighter-gongzi. You been here a while or just arrived like me?

✧ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ (ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇssʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

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)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

[ 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.

[peoplewatch]

We would usually jump into a lake. [ Not many designated swimming pools where he comes from. ] There seem to be nice places to take a dive here. It's rare that I see such opulence.

Are you from somewhere hot?

✧ ʀᴏʙɪɴ (ʙɪʀᴅɪɴɢ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

[ 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.

[birding]

Oh, then what a happy coincidence.

( a little peal of humored laughter, pearling just beyond the partition.)

But on second thought, I won't be so unkind as to swipe from your coveted stockpile in exchange for a no-name autograph.

Please name a fair price, sir.

✧ ʀᴏᴋᴜʀᴏᴜ (sᴡᴏʀᴅʜᴀʀᴅʏ)

[flagrant]

( from here. )

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.

[swordhardy]

It’s usually in combination with a sword form, either breaking the earth or using it as cover. Wind is a close second and better for offensive strikes.

[ He hums, thoughtfully. ]

Ethereals… are those like Malakhim?