[ The room is full when Tyki makes his way in, plenty clutching their little keys, looking for a match, some of them have trembling fingers, even others try to look and see what they can find. Their eyes draw to the belts so obvious on some, first. Others seemed to have them beneath their clothing, where others could not see. Some do not hold keys at all, but seem to be merely idling in the red and gold room. Perhaps they have one, or the other — it seems nobody makes it in without something — but some are certainly less obvious about it than others.

One such guest is lounging in a seat by the firelight, his eyes appraise those who come by, though too many try to offer him a shaking key, before he turns them away. They don't even get the opportunity to try it. Perhaps he is uninterested in trying with any who could possibly match? (Does he want to lose the game? Or perhaps he simply wants to see others locked into misery with him?) His lips curl, when approached by Tyki though, and his head tipped back slightly, the look up and down of appraisal. ]

Oh? Have you indication that yours will work with mine? Thus far, none have.

[ Raphael you haven't even tried. This is because he is difficult and enjoys making it so for everyone involved. ]

Will you be the lucky victor? Or shall you waste your time like so many [ none ] have?