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@aventurine
29 / male / bisexual / ace of hearts

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My Self-Summary

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.

My Future Plans

Meet new people, form new bonds, and have fun. Isn't that what everyone comes to casino-resort for?

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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?

My Ideal Partner

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!

Height 5'5 / 165cm Body Type slender Smokes flexible Drinks socially Drugs flexible Sign Taurus Education NONE Occupation non-performing asset liquidation specialist Income wealthy Children none Pets in what sense of the word? Hobbies gambling

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

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?

Personality Type
ESTJ-A

ENERGY61%
EXTRAVERTED
MIND57%
OBSERVANT
NATURE75%
THINKING
TACTICS65%
JUDGING
IDENTITY54%
ASSERTIVE

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[ from here... ]

( kirma is lucky he likes playing games, because in spite of the picture, aventurine still has no idea what rank he actually is, and what floor he should go to - but he'll make this a gamble in itself. would he waste his time, or guess correctly?

he spends enough time analyzing the blurry picture to make a bet with himself.

eights and nines; one or the other, because it doesn't seem quite fancy enough to be proper royalty. lo and behold, he spots one little puppy in the distance, in front of one of the rooms. the satisfaction of being correct is flimsy in the grand scheme of things, and aventurine walks closer, hand in pocket and all. )

A nine is quite good. Almost makes me miss the first time I've walked into a room just as luxurious. It's a satisfying and powerful feeling, isn't it? ( so easy to be drowned in it, too :) ) Will you show me around?

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[He receives the measurements in a very clinical fashion. Her frame is petite, she only reaches 159cm tall, and while her chest is modest it's clear from the numbers that her curves rest mostly at her hips, ass and thighs.]

I'm a night owl so I prefer my dinners later in the evening. How does 9pm sound?

It seems the house is slow in dispensing rewards. What do you want with this?

( read: an ic excuse for ooc backtagging time. technically those threads aren’t done yet but like, whatever, it can just be another ic wait. more importantly… though he waffles over whether to say anything, in the end there’s a second message: )

I also have a question for you.

ITS SUMMER 🌞 TIME ⏰ MY LITTLE 🍆 COCKATOOS!!😩😩😩 and you know 👌🏽 what that means 😉 its time to get hot 😩 and sweaty OWL 🦉 day long. 🌞😩 so pull out your peaCOCKS 🦚 and get ready for this sCUMmer 🍆 fun!!! 🏖️ From 6️⃣ in the morning 💯 to 9️⃣ at night 💯 you can 🎉 expect the sun to 😉FUCK😍 your skin up 👊🏾 DON'T GET DUCKED!!! 🦆 Put on your CUMblock 💦 and your SLUTTIEST 👒hat🎩 because the sun 🌞 rays will BLOW 🌪 you away 😗💨 Look out for STEAMING 💦😫 CUMMIES in the sun 🌞 DADDY'S 😩 day was yesterday, today is for you 😩😩 Go out and tan ur fat ass 🍑🍑🍑 while you peliCAN 🦢 and get ready to 🐦 SWALLOW not spit 😉!!! Send this to🖐🏾ten🖐🏾 of your HOTTEST 🙌 CHICKS AND COCKS 🐤 If you get 0️⃣ back then ur a cold ❄️🌨❄️ ass HAWKward 🐦 SNOWMAN ⛄️ If u get 5️⃣ back then u a WARM 😫 spring day but ☝🏽️ If u get 1️⃣0️⃣ back then u get 💦 ALL 💦 CUMMIES 💦 Enjoy ur summer HOTTIE ☺️🙏🏽

( he’s tried looking for aventurine by now, of course. the beach is a broad expanse, but where else is there to go? whenever kirma thinks he might have spotted him, that they might have seen each other, something in the moment keeps him from chasing that sight. by the time it passes, when he finally gets the chance to go— the man he’s looking for is gone, every time.

which is why, a few days in, he sends him a(nother) picture. IMG_112.PNG is a shot of the simulated sun rising over the waves, gentle rays shining across the sand. a few of the casino’s earliest birds can be distantly seen towards the water’s edge, playing in the surf, and there’s a sandy paw just barely caught in the corner of the frame. unlike his usual photography attempts, it’s mostly in focus? he… practiced. the outtakes are much blurrier. )

Does the place you’re from have sights like this? In our home the water was cold enough to kill you no matter the season.

( a pause. he considers explaining the r*mo connotations in sending this specific picture, but decides against it. (thank god.) )

Even if it isnt real it’s nice to think that. Something like this could exist.

( it's an unforgettable memory. )

Now.

[ There's no further explanation, just a location pin drop in Ugly Duckling University. When. He gets there, her choice will be more apparent: it's a music practice room, the kind that has padded walls to dampen sound. A perfect place to prevent eavesdropping.

It does, however, require wearing school attire, so she's got a schoolgirl uniform on. It's a small price to pay for privacy. ]

That is how tradition goes, seeing as I’ve failed to execute the perfect solution then yes, why wouldn’t I pass down these teachings? Not that I could even if I do manage to return. There’s no place else for me than the embrace of death, the one absolute atonement.

What would have been ideal is no longer feasible. Even so, the sweet dream will continue to bring joy and peace to those who visit, and even more so to the ones who stay.

I witnessed all your silly attempts. I don’t recommend you test the dreamscape scouting for death anymore if you decide to take a vacation. Your wish might just come true. If “attachment” is my crime, what would your demise bring to humanity?

The fate of your race runs solely in your veins. Your pride. Your family. You’re selfish.

( I know. So much for changing the subject. Somebody take his phone away. )

The doctor should have been scooped in here for the sake of his lying treachery. So I’m surprised also.

I’m glad Robin isn’t here.

[ She knows he's still on Bunny Boy duty, so she doesn't expect him to reply until much later, she's just trying to be proactive before he makes other plans. ]

Are you free tomorrow? Any time's good.

( not a gift buyer but definitely putting way too much thought into what he's cooking for someone he isn't even dating. lmao. (kain vc) everyone else please look away thank you )

( As always was the case, Kirma didn't have his guard up around him at all. It was so incredibly easy to steal this from him, to steal this from Aventurine, to rip out from both of them in an instant— and yet as he stands here over the bed, the sharp edge of a knife trailing down the dark skin of Kirma's chest and leaving a trail of slow dripping blood in its shallow wake, Esikko feels nothing.

He'd planned this. Aventurine had work. Kirma was home from his. It was easy to show up, to invite himself in, to mix idle bickering and casual friendliness together as they always did, to slip the powder he'd specially concocted into the dog's drink just before he crawled into bed and wait it out. A peaceful death, all things considered. There was no time for betrayal, no moment where Kirma could have realized he was poisoned, because first it was the sleep that set in. Heavy eyelids, exhaustion through every inch of his body, an insistence that he needed to sleep but that Esi could stay, if he wanted, that Aventurine wouldn't mind. Within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he fell asleep. And within minutes of that, his organs shut down, and he died.

He thought that a "nicer" death would change things, maybe. But Esikko caresses a cold cheek now, trying to drum up the feelings that had been so intense back home, and is only met with bitter loneliness. That's not the feeling he was searching for. There's no regret, there's no excitement, there's no relief— there's only emptiness.

Maybe he needed to see the blood? That's why he'd gotten up and retrieved the knife, why he'd trailed shallow little marks all over his chest, watched the pooling and dripping of blood from a body that no longer had a working heart. But even as he smeared his hand over it now, even as he trailed up his throat and clenched around it testingly, even as he released and drifted up further, over cold lips, there's just... nothing.

Esikko feels like he's trembling, but he doesn't know why. It doesn't feel good, doesn't feel like he's helped it, doesn't feel like any of this tension inside of him has released. He doesn't feel like he misses Kirma, because he feels like he'll come back no matter what, like he always does. He doesn't feel angry about that, or relieved— he just thinks for an idle moment that he looks peaceful. That maybe even when he comes back, he'll have far more happiness than Esikko could ever hope for.

And he's jealous of that. So why didn't this work? Why didn't it tell him anything? Why is he left wondering what he should do now?

In the end, he drops the knife to the floor carelessly, leaves Kirma on the bed, and wipes his bloody palm along the sheets on his way out of the room, and out of the suite. There, in his place in bed, Kirma's body will await Aventurine's return home. And even that knowledge isn't enough to stir anything inside of Esikko, this time. )

Have you ever lied to me?

( Aventurine gets a "present"... That is, a tiny little box of assorted pills. Their packaging seems to indicate that they're hardcore drugs like the ones they took in the red cardinal, but randomized. It's drug gacha.

He's lucky, right, so he'll probably somehow have a batch without any of the "piss yourself" drug that's the main risk here.

His note reads: Since you liked something like this so much last time. Happy holidays. - E )

( attendance is required. the house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord.

veritas ratio can recognize a threat when he sees one. few other things would motivate him to participate in such a party; he cannot deny the effectiveness of the message, in that regard. the suit he's procured qualifies for the dress code, but of a style understated compared to the average level of decadence present. the staff allow him in without direct criticism, mercifully enough. whispered comments follow, as he'd leaned towards expecting, but—

if he spent his efforts trying to glean value out of everything said behind his back, he'd hardly have time for anything else.

that leaves him adrift in the sea of noise that all social gatherings inevitably become. a drink is pressed into his hand at some point, and when his first attempt to leave it by the wayside only provides the space for a second one to be gifted, he accepts his fate. meaningless chatter slides past him as he moves, devoid of subject or substance. here, in the midst of the "best" the golden peacock has to offer, the gilded veneer of luxury painted thin over an empty heart— ratio cannot help but be reminded of someone, just a little bit.

neither would it be wholly implausible for that person to be here, he muses. it would surely be a great coincidence, of the lucky kind, but wouldn't that be fitting? perhaps such thoughts are what bring him over to the roulette wheel, still a silent observer rather than a participant.

a group to the side shrieks with laughter over their prize; ratio tunes them out as soon as he hears the word cucumber. a different partygoer steps up for her turn to spin. ooh, i hope i'm a lucky duck today! she squeals, as the wheel lurches into motion. though the implications of it coming true would speak to something dire indeed— he finds himself echoing that statement, too. )

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Happy birthday.

( sorry the beans got spilled. )

I'd ask if you have something ostentatious planned, but your broad silence on the matter has, for once, led me to doubt. ( <— extremely indirect way of checking whether or not your platonic coworker has plans for tonight. )

If you're wondering who mentioned your birthday to Doc, it was me.

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un: meltokiho

thank god someone else posted in here. (text, a lil forward dated, like tuesday maybe)

TDM 4, Evening

un: songbird / captcha escape also CW suicide and Sunday being unhinged sorry

Night Time (a few weeks before strings event)

🍲 kirma's mealtime corner 🥮

cws: murder, poison, very mild gore, affection towards a corpse, blood ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧