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?

         

   

THE ADVOCATE
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ENERGY

63%

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?

✧ 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?

✧ 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?

✧ 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. ]

✧ ᴡʀɪᴏᴛʜᴇsʟᴇʏ (ᴀʀᴍᴡʀɪᴏsᴛʟᴇ)

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( 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?

✧ 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.

✧ ᴡᴇɪ ᴡᴜxɪᴀɴ (sᴜɪʙɪᴀɴ)

[flagrant]

( 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?

✧ 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)

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( 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.

✧ 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.

[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?

[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]

[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.

[flagrant]

[ Well. At least he's honest. ]

You've got a point. [ Looting the new area for supplies... that's legit. ] I'd say if we start out at a disadvantage, there's nothing wrong with using everything available to you.

I just didn't take this to be the sort of place beat 'em hoards would appear in, you know?

[calmomile]

[ It wouldn't be Mayou if she doesn't jump to making some sly implications here tbh: ]

Very clever. Citrus and sugar would taste a lot better than nicotine.

[ All the same, that innocuous detail gets filed away in her brain for later; both his preference for lemon candy and the possibility of ding-dong-ditching a whole-ass box of pastry dongs on his doorstep the first chance she gets.
Since she's preeeeeeeeeetty sure it's her party pal lounging around on the other side of the wall, why not poke some fun at him with more intent behind it? ]

By the way...did you ever get around to wearing that prize you won?

[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.

[malpwactice]

Exactly. [Which was why he was fitting all the snacks into his pockets that he could. He sees no problem in enforcing the scavenger mindset in new guests.]

Well, [as for how likely a beat 'em hoardes would be,]

They've got an arcade and everything so they know people like that sort of stuff. Or, sometimes it's someone else throwing a wrench in things. They always want people to be swapping cards, but,

[a pause to bite a snack stick,]

It's pretty good for people who get bored easily.

[flagrant]

[ A noise of distress wheezes out of him, painting a pretty clear picture of how he's deflated in his seat, head lolled back so he can stare ruefully at the ceiling.

He goes upright to take a drink anyway in spite of the rules. ]

Man. Don't remind me. [ in a word: no. ] I never did quite manage to find the right occasion, so I started the game in debt because of it. You think that's why I got basement level?

[flagrant]

Oh, an arcade. I recently got into those. Honestly, I'd probably prefer that over real zombies... but I'd suppose it's pretty hard to predict just what you'll have to deal with coming your way here.

[ A pause, very indicative of a nose scrunch. ]

Besides trying to stay out of debt. How good are they at calling on those, by the way?

[flagrant]

It's actually a pretty big space. It's the sharing that seems to be the issue. That's actually pretty standard in the Outer Ring, though...

[ bbbbbbbbut also ]

I don't mind the trek. Are you sure?

[pliant]

Mm, we did the same back home, too. There were separate bath houses for women and men, but we all shared the space.

[ nothing like taking a dip with your classmates to really raise morale during wartime. anyway, amusement colors her tone, fondness slipping through. ]

I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't.

[calmomile]

[ To her credit, Mayou only laughs a little at his defeated balloon noise; a titter at most that's politely muffled with a hand so as not to rub it in any more than she already has. ]

Sorry, sorry. Couldn't help sating my curiosity. [ Snicker. ] Did they seriously bust you all the way down to the bottom rank? That seems a little extreme.

[ The mirth doesn't completely leave her voice, but she'll let him off the hook just this once. ]

That makes us neighbors, huh? What rank are you?

[flagrant]

It's alright. It was a pretty curious thing, to be fair...

[ Not that it helps the fact that it's haunting his meager clothing drawer because he can't quite bring himself to toss it, but that's his problem for another day.

Knowing he's being shown a little mercy, he obliges, low and easy. ]

Anyway, it's not the very bottom, I think. One above? For all the difference that makes. I'm a three. [ A pause. ] A three of diamonds. How neighborly does that make us?

[flagrant]

See, I knew it couldn't be that uncommon.

[ Then again, he knows that for all the places their life experiences diverge, they share several similar viewpoints and predilections for things that seem to skew far from the luxury of this place.

He sits with the warmth of it a moment. ]

Since it comes with the perk of visiting you, I'll take you up on that.