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Your humble servant Aventurine at your service.
A senior manager of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, though I suppose that might as well be on pause. Right now, I'm a senior manager at Phoenix Casino, instead - why don't you stop by sometime during the evening, and you might as well be met with a bunny surprise.
Meet new people, form new bonds, and have fun. Isn't that what everyone comes to casino-resort for?
Glad you asked! Though I'm not sure how much it counts for a talent, I have quite the impressive luck. No matter the gamble, the danger, the puzzle ahead of me - if I bet it all on my "luck", then I know I'll come out of it the winner.
Though if you want actual talents, then you will have to get to know me and find out yourself.
I haven't yet read all the books in the universe, or watched all the movies, or listened to all the songs, or eaten all the food... So it's hard to say I have a proper favorite, isn't it?
Are we finally addressing the elephant in the room? Let's see...
Someone kind, interesting, intelligent, who enjoys a good conversation. Is that too broad? Then perhaps I'm just that easy to charm, haha!
I find wine suits my palate better, but I won't turn down the offer for beer if you'd like.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No real preference. If they're both meant to entertain, isn't the one who makes me laugh the better one?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
A friend of mine would stand by a quality bath time, and after spending so much time with him, I've got to say the same!
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Between a group of people known for freedom and rule-breaking, and those bound to loyalty... Is this a question about which I find more interesting, which I would want to be, or which of these sentiments I relate to the most?
.05 TITS OR ASS
Does it really matter, if both have their own appeal? Or rather, perhaps I should say it truly depends on the person.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
A proper morning starts with a good cup of coffee. It's essential to any corporation worker like me.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Though both have their appeals, sweets are easier on my tongue. Perhaps it's hard to let go of my inner child? Haha!
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Most of my childhood was spent under the scalding hot sun of the desert, and though I'm quite used to it, I can't help but enjoy the comforting cold of winter nights the most. Besides, sharing a warm blanket with someone isn't so bad of a way to spend a winter day, is it?
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Each kind of fabric has a time and a place to belong. Leather for something more formal, perhaps even casual. Lace, for a more intimate encounter. But both do suit me, don't you think?
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Am I on top, am I on the bottom? Those things are necessary to know for a proper answer. Whether you want me to be nice or not, whether you want to be nice or not... Knowing your partner's preferences is what matters the most, isn't it?
ESTJ-A
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That is a lot. [ there’s a warmth to his voice, honey rasp spoken with patience. ] I didn’t expect that we would have so much in common. A united clan, huh… we were like that too, in most ways. We were servile and I grew up obeying a master—that was the fate of my bloodline, to pay off an endless ancestral debt. [ he hums, ] Our family motto is as much: a Rangetsu always pays their debts.
[ Where he can’t be seen and where it can’t be seen, he idly rubs his fingers over the black marring that scars the right half of his face beneath a fringe of bang. One thing he neglects to mention such a candid discussion. ]
How old are you? Funny, we’re both younger brothers.
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and so, his own past cannot be attached to his name, as though it doesn't exist. wouldn't that be much better? )
Older than you, ( spoken with an attempt at a light-hearted tone, as though aventurine is willing to play a guessing game. yet he sighs a moment after, discarding the idea altogether. ) Twenty-nine. I guess that still makes you the younger brother.
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[ The fact that this man hasn't shared his name and has been reluctant to delve too deeply into himself isn't missed. Rokurou is a patient man—he doesn't mind, merely taking another swig of wine and and closing his eyes to try and memorize the tone and texture of his partner's voice for later. ]
We can talk about something else, if you'd like. [ he crosses his ankles, making himself comfortable. ] When I was in prison, I spent a lot of time like this talking to other inmates between our cells. It's quite familiar to me. Much nicer here, though. The guards didn't allow us wine or blankets back in Titania.
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Prison? So other than a stalker, you're also a criminal. Color me surprised. ( aventurine doesn't mean it, of course - it shows on his tone, as he tries to pick himself back up from the moment of vulnerability.
in retrospect, he should have started drinking far earlier, if he knew this would have happened; but as he makes his way to the array of options and pours himself a glass - that he downs in one go, the alcohol a pleasant burn down his throat -, he finds that maybe, just maybe, it's better like this. a small step forward, in trying to form a meaningful connection. the thought itself still terrifies him. )
Indulge me for a moment, then. I wasn't aware I had signed up for an interview. ( a tease, as aventurine finds his seat again - bottle and glass in hands, of course. this is a gamble that he's setting up for failure, he knows, and maybe that's - a good thing. funny, he thinks, that rokurou had mentioned thinking aventurine is part of a different branch of his clan.
he had thought the same, too, with the avgin. that maybe, just maybe, an off-chance that he's not in fact the very last one in the universe... ) Just one question. ( ... ) What color are your eyes?
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He laughs, nodding though the other man can’t see it, the sound a bit raspy and rich in good humor. ]
And that’s not even why I got arrested.
[ He perks up when the other man finally asks something of him, eager like a young dog looking to satisfy a new master and earn some praise. ]
My eyes? [ of all the things to ask… ] They’re different colors, actually. Red and… amber, gold?
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more questions to ask another day, another time, if the curiosity strikes. maybe there's something there, telling an employee of a mega-corporation who doubles a bit as an inter-galactic police about your crimes and reasons why you'd ever end up in prison. not that aventurine cares so much, either way - even he almost did, himself.
instead, his attention is better turned towards the answer he received, and there's no surprises in it. an amusing coincidence, for he thinks of a certain doctor with similar colored eyes, but not what he had been looking for. and that's - ) Unfortunate, ( truly and well, but not for the reasons aventurine would ever truly voice, ) I'm afraid that's not quite my type. Not so lucky, are you?
( a jest and a tease, that shows in his tone. )
But why don't we play a game? Magenta on the outside, blue on the inside, with diamond-like pupils. Look in the entire universe, and you won't find eyes like mine. ( for reasons he's sure rokurou can connect the dots on ) I won't tell you my name, nor will I press that button. So if you want to meet me again, that's all the hint you have. I wonder how good of a stalker you really are.
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A game, hm? Sounds fun. I like a challenge.
[ Magenta on the outside, blue on the inside, with diamond-like pupils. He commits it to memory. Though that's the only hint he's actively given, he's not without other cards. The sound of this man's voice, the faintest trail of a scent, puzzle pieces of a story. He opens his eyes and smiles, feeling restlessness burn beneath the surface already. As a daemon and a yaksha-type on top of it, a hunt is always thrilling. ]
What happens when I find you?
[ When, not if. ]
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Make that a prize in itself, my friend. Hard to dodge your questions or escape from you if you can see me in person, isn't it?
( because what else can a prey do, once it's caged underneath a predator that has successfully caught it? aventurine crosses his legs, leans back into the chair, thinks on the scenario. he doesn't mind playing the part in this, doesn't mind being the poor lamb that will be sacrificed. it might just bring some enjoyment to his poor, miserable life. )
I believe in making one's own fun, and I'm quite fond of surprises. So, why don't you impress me with what you make of it?
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You promise? You can’t take it back later, you know. I won’t allow it. [ he crosses his ankles, looking back up at the ceiling, mouth crooked with amusement, ] I’m an awful person and a monster. You won’t find many worse than me.
[ Self-deprecation cheerily said, with a wry edge. As a man from a notorious clan, made to serve a master, sent to prison, turned into a daemon, and stained with a literal mark of his sins? You kind of learn to laugh about being trash. ]
You’re not even a little scared?
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as a man from a notorious clan, with the blood of eleven thousand avgin on his hands, made to serve a master, forced to add another thirty-four to that long list, and then one more, when he had freed himself only from tangible manacles. when aventurine, too, thinks so low of himself, maybe this is a respite. finding someone who might just understand how he feels, or someone about as bad, if not worse, than him.
in truth, what is there to be scared about? when aventurine seeks out punishment for his own sins, when the path he walks always leads to self-destruction, the downpour he seeks with the call of their goddess, so that he may finally join his sister in whatever afterlife exists - isn't that just a siren call? )
Have you given me reason to be scared? I have met many different people in my life, and been in positions far less safe than this. And yet I stand here, with stories to tell. Who do you think this speaks more of? The people who threatened me, or the one who sits across from you?
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[ All guesses, all reasonable assumptions. But with how little the man has actually said about himself, Rokurou is disinclined toward making any solid judgments. It gives him an idea of where he may catch this man’s scent again—someone who seems to relish uncomfortable positions, either knowingly or not, might be drawn to the casino or even that risky gambling den where they bet life and limb instead of chips. ]
You’ll have to tell me those stories when I find you. They sound fun.
[ For now, their thirty minutes together is reaching its end. Neither of them will press their partition buttons; the point of the game is to find him later, so Rokurou won’t try to spoil it prematurely. ]
Any last hints for me?