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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[[CONTENT WARNING: given the nature of Ashiya Douman's character, threads maaaaay contain reference to gore, dismemberment, beheading, cannibalism, among others i will warn for in advance if they do come up! Douman will be playing (more or less) nice for now but just a heads up that this clown monk is as evil as they come so please be aware of that 👍]
1 - getting a real clown car on the premises (arrival)
a. tight fit (open to nsfw)
[Apologies to whoever is in the car, waking up for the first time - because your fellow passenger is...taking a lot of space. Quite a lot. From his height that has to make them bend slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling, the long bi-colored hair that cascades over the seats, or the large muscular build that is clearly intruding into your personal bubble, this strange individual is not one to miss.]
[He smiles ever so pleasantly, a demure Cheshire Cat with glittering black eyes.]
Ufufu....and here I thought you'd go on sleeping and sleeping forever, there. Good morning. Now, one question right out the way, if you please. Are you my Master...?
[Well. Uh. Are you?]
b. rude awakening
[Now, Ashiya Douman is not to be stuck in a car if he can help it, so after leaving, he's peeking into the other car windows. If you jump out of fright from a clown in your view? Even better. Douman seems amused all the same, reaching down to...........well, just rip the whole car door off like its made of paper. Hi, there.]
Well, well, well! [He's letting out a little giggle, dropping the door with a loud crash and bang. Job well done!] These cars of the modern era are such fragile things, aren't they?
[Clown to...the rescue?]
2 - do they have balatro around here (casino hall, open to nsfw)
a. house of cards
[A different outfit now graces the body of this onmyouji as he makes his way through the games, smiling that ever placid smile as he flits between them.]
[In the cards game, he is more than happy to draw a card, clicking his tongue as he looks over it.]
Mmmmmm! Oh, this one should be one to whet the appetite. What do you not like in a partner? I should think....arrogance, yes? An all-encompassing certainty in everything you do. Over-confidence...
[And a bit of a pause, as if he's stopping himself from going further.]
My apologies. And you? Do tell.
b. sex toy roulette (open to nsfw)
[Here comes the man coming over from the roulette room, holding....a vibrator he just won. He's holding it out to you. Yes, you, a stranger!]
Do help this humble monk. I can't seem to understand what this is...some inventions of modern times do rather confuse me, you see...
[Is he serious? It's hard to tell, but...help a monk out? (He doesn't LOOK like a monk.)]
3 - hangover cure....or curse.... (open to nsfw)
[Have you ever been suffocated by a cat when you sleep? Like...the type who want to get all on top of you, watching your face as you sleep...maybe batting your face...]
[Well, no batting is happening here, but congrats! You have a six foot tall seven inch 110kg monk resting right on top of you, sleeping away ever so peacefully. Do you have the strength to push off this giant man? Or are you going to die right here, right now, from clown-induced asphyxiation?]
4 - wildcard
[Throw ANY prompt you want at me, I won't bite! This evil clown wizard might! A note that Douman is canonically unknown gender and I may use he/they pronouns intermittently, but they have a dick in case you. Need to know. For purposes.]
[Arrogance, certainty, over-confidence...man, that's Bradley to a T. This is going to be unfortunate.
This shameless wizard is dressed up nicely and up for messing around a bit with these games. As a king rank, he has appearances to keep up, and showing off at these games is just a part of the job.
(His suit in no way requires him to do anything. He's just like this.)]
Well that one's easy: I ain't too much of a fan of slobs. If I'm puttin' in the effort to get clean 'n look nice, they should too. I can see how arrogance would be annoyin' though.
[Another dual-haired gentleman like himself...Douman nods along, ever agreeable - for yes, he would abide by that principle as well. The Buddha would hold such things paramount, too.]
Cleanliness itself is a mark of a good soul. The body must not become as dirty as one's misdeeds, hm, hmm!
[A little hum.]
Now, now, it's your turn. Draw a card. Let's see what it says!
Brad draws a card and reads it off. Luckily it's easy words so he won't stumble over them this time.]
"How would you show your love for someone?" That one's easy: I'd keep 'em close and make sure they're happy. If they're not, then I'd get rid of whatever's making them unhappy.
[ Honestly, he doesn't even wanna play these dumb games. He's only sitting here because 'I really wanna go play some games' had been the only way to extricate himself from the buffet tables. And he'd been perfectly content to sit there, alone, scrolling through his Watch, until this ... guy sat down opposite him. Fuuta hasn't stopped staring since his 'game partner' joined him, frankly kind of overwhelmed trying to take in all of his, uh, everything. And even upon having the question turned back to him, there's a pause before he finally snaps to attention. ]
Uh. Th -- not like? Um. [ He is still staring at those hair curls, and he needs to tear his gaze away to focus anywhere near enough to conjure up an answer. ] Stupid. I can't stand stupid people. When you can't hold a conversation with'em, or they can't keep up.
[ A huffed exhale. Focus, focus. It's just a game, and this place is full of freakshows all the time, anyway. It's fine! It's fine. He scowls as he pushes his chair to stand, wanting that little extra stability to safely grab for the topmost cards of the house. ]
-- you better not shake the table or anything. That's against the rules. [ Probably. ]
[Douman is patient - but patient, perhaps, like a predator or a spider. He simply waits until the young man finally addresses him, and with that, he's calmly giving a little nod of agreement.]
So you do not wish to talk to those of limited intelligence? Mm, an interesting notion. It can be rather difficult, one thinks, to judge based on your own...because what if someone deems you an idiot as well? Alas...
[The man moves to stand - Douman's glittering black eyes follow him, but he's as still as a pond. Its only with his eyes that seems to suggest that a part of him wants to cause something terrible, but he's trying his best to be as obedient as anything.]
Oh, goodness, no! This humble monk will not move to make this game unfair in such a manner! Go ahead. Draw a card.
You're a monk? [ That incredulous question leaves him before he can think to stop it, accompanied by an eyebrow arched high. What kind of monk dresses like that? Actually, given how many freaks there are here -- ] -- ugh, never mind.
[ Fuuta gives a little huff before reaching forward to carefully extract a card. Only once the task is done and he's safely fetched his card does he settle back down in his seat, shooting Douman a dirty look across the table. ]
And if people wanna think I'm an idiot, whatever. I wouldn't wanna waste my time on them either. And they'd be wrong.
[ Said with all the bullheaded confidence signature of a hot-headed youth before he flips his card over to read out loud: ]
"What has been the best moment of your life so far?"
[A little bow of the head, though somehow this does NOT help his case in trying to appear monk-like.]
A most assured proclamation. Oh, youth, so certain in your sensibilities, mmhm.
[And......now. That's a question. Douman blinks, before his smile grows wide with obvious mirth - its like he just said something equivalent of an inside joke.]
Ufufufu. I am not technically alive, you know! I am a Servant of the Throne, a shadow of humanity...if I had to answer the question, since I have only been as "alive" as long as I've been in this place...why, right now!
[ That earns a flat stare for a moment, brow lowered. Followed by an equally flat: ]
That doesn't make any sense. If you're throwing the round that's fine by me, but just say it straight.
[ He says that, but a glimpse down at his Watch indicates it's now his turn, ergo that was a truthful answer. What the hell.
Fuuta shifts position, forearm resting against the tabletop as he leans back a little; his expression remains steeled and ornery, but his body language gives him away -- he's nervous. ]
The hell are you even talking about. Are you saying you're some sort of ghost.
(ah. he was wondering when or if he might see someone familiar, it seems that the gods chose to answer that. karna of course is more appalled that they're sharing the same space, that's his usual when dealing with ashiya douman of all people. he's dressed up in an equally nice suit like the other servant. this clown, of all people that he would avoid while in chaldea. perhaps he should consider leaving. on second thought, it might fall on him for responsibility in this building.
he's been here longer as a servant than the clown has, even if it's been three months almost. three months since his life returned to him in full. no longer a servant fully for his stay, but a man of flesh and blood. wonderful. he might as well make the most of this to ensure that the much larger man doesn't start to cause trouble within the walls of this debauched resort. the words seemed almost like barbs, barbs meant for something not karna.)
Arrogance is one, yes. I am more annoyed by liars, though, if it is constant.
(yes, that is indeed karna making a reference to his discernment. he will not hold punches were he to risk it.)
[sometimes you have to induce a man into eating the whole indian pantheon, gods forbid a monk have hobbies - ashiya douman]
[But ah, what a little thorn in his side. He smiles as pleasant as anything, more than happy to keep up the pretense that yes, of course, he is as innocent and pure as untrodden snow. Of course he doesn't know this man. He's a simple Servant thrust into new circumstances, with a flesh and bone body. That's all. Nothing more.]
[The barbs are not unnoticed, but he will happily roll with them for now.]
Yes, yes, to lie without shame is indeed a mark of evil in and of itself. As it is said, one who feels no shame at telling a deliberate lie, there is no evil, I tell you, that they will not do! Mm. I hope you abide by this understanding as well, yes...?
(if the hobbies involve his pantheon and brother, yes, it is in fact not a hobby karna enjoys. for now, he's keeping his eyes on ashiya. the monk always has been like this while keeping his arms crossed, this game was a simple one that karna was dragged into. admittedly, he doesn't have a lot of chips. he'll need to stay on his toes for these questions and to answer them properly. if he doesn't, that loss will hurt and knock him into debt.
not his ideal while he ponders the question presented to him. ashiya is right that there are times that others must lie, karna never outs them for it. the only time he ever did was whenever their lies were for ulterior motives. he's no fool to not answer that people must do these things for any reason; they have many things that must be done and karna almost surely has welcomed those that had their reasons into his arms as a comrade.)
If you meant the difference between lying from a desire to protect those around you, or lying because you intend wholeheartedly to be wicked. Yes. I know there are differences in the two.
(which is why he reaches next to grab another card, the card reads when he pulls it out carefully: what would you give up to be acknowledged? the question makes karna frown, briefly, odd thing to ask them. they're servants for a reason.)
I suppose for me it was my life, wasn't it? Although that was for the dreams of others who had gone unheard and unanswered. Unseen.
I would hope you would. I am not mistaken in that you, too, are a Servant of the Throne? All heroes must hold such truths in their heart, even truths regarding, well, untruths. The lies one tells oneself...
[And he drifts off, allowing Karna to take his card. The question is, indeed, an interesting one for Servants. And even a more interesting one for Douman. Ashiya Douman, a man in life desperate to be acknowledged comparing to the shining star that was-]
[Well. He doesn't want to sour his own mood.]
Are you speaking as to your life as a human, or your life as a Servant?
....obviously, I am still one. We both are, despite this place changing the rules, so to speak. If you have yet to eat also, Ashiya, be mindful of what you pick up. Some of the food is laced.
(not limbo, just ashiya. they can't exactly use their classifications here without sounding odd. which means that karna was considerate and slightly cordial with using the other man's name. they can't exactly lie about not knowing one another by circumstances, but that didn't mean that karna would enjoy his presence from the events of the fourth lostbelt onward.
anyway, he did pause and think. which life did he mean? his lips curl into a thoughtful frown (that's normal for him, he's a thinker more than a speaker still) while running over which sounds more plausible while they play together. if he has to pick one, then that would be....)
Human. Though we know that I am not above giving up my life whether I am human or not.
[ Baizhu tries to stretch, then stops when he feels the relatively large bulk of the other man.
It wouldn’t even be the first time he’d woken up next to someone built like a brick shithouse. He’s hardly even alarmed at waking up somewhere strange, clad in only a sheer resort robe that the staff had helpfully supplied him in his sleep.
It does take him a while to open his eyes, groggy as he is, but mercifully his glasses are tucked carefully inside his robe’s pocket, and soon enough he beholds the gaze of a man who somehow freezes the blood in his veins for just a brief moment.
He blinks at the question, before schooling his expression into a pleasant smile.
Honestly, an air of malevolence isn’t all that unusual to him, either. He sort of has more than a whiff of it himself given some of his lovers here. ]
Well, I haven’t had much experience, but I’d be pleased to try.
YES HELLO!!! lets start off fresh...mister snake doctor
Pleased to try? Nnn, I am quite happy! Nice to meet you. I am Ashiya Douman, a monk well versed in the onmyouji arts. At your service.
[Of course he knows this man isn't his true Master. But its fun to go along with things, isn't it! He's jubilant, dramatic, beaming with a fanged little smile as he continues.]
Now, then. I shall do what you tell me. I am at your behest. Feel free to use me as see fit, hm.
can't believe he got conscripted into being a clown's babysitter already--
How lovely to meet you. I’m Baizhu, but a humble doctor.
[ An onmyouji, is it? His eyes light up with interest, having recalled some bit of esoteric knowledge or the other from Inazuma. Oh, yes. He definitely doesn’t care about the alarm bells this one sets off right now. ]
But as to the matter at hand: I was under the impression that a master must adhere to his submissive’s tastes.
[ Baizhu in his innocence had assumed that he’d only been asked to be the master in a BDSM context, please forgive him. ]
[Nearly a whole foot and a half taller than her. A miracle she isn't already crushed. This isn't the first (nor does she expect it to be the last) time she wakes up with someone strange. At least she has enough strength in her to roll him off, but without enhancing her limbs with magecraft there's no way she's getting him out of the bed completely. Instead his weight simply thuds to the space next to her as she blearily attempts to sit up in the bed.]
What the hell is going on...?
[Her mouth feels dry, and her head is pounding. Perhaps if she wasn't so exhausted she'd be more concerned by the comparative giant in the bed next to her.]
[Well, that's a rude awakening. There's a brief glimmer of something akin to a frown as he blearily opens those dark eyes, but it eases into a mild smile as he rolls a little into a more comfortable position on his side. His hand pushes up to support his head as his other arm moves to drape over her upper body lazily.]
A very good morning to you. Was your night a rough one, mm?
[Ever polite, but a little overly familiar - the Ashiya Douman creed, it seems.]
[As Tohsaka repositions herself, she feels the weight of the world rest on her — much like Douman's weight had been doing so before hand. A groan sounds in her throat as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and looks to her side. Rin's vision isn't the best after waking up, but that's to be expected when the party is an all-out 168 hour bender. A sour frown tugs at her lips as she tries the parse whether she remembers getting in bed with him or not.
Admittedly, no. But that may be to her favor. The resort has pulled weirder tricks.]
That party lasted for days. I probably wouldn't be awake if I didn't need something to eat. You don't seem to have the same problem. Enjoy yourself?
[Tiredly her eyes peel away from him to look down at herself. Thankfully clothed, but the baby doll pajama set (thin strapped top, small shorts) with a cheeky cat pattern really just makes it feel like the resort is playing a prolonged prank.]
This humble monk does not usually grace himself to partake in such...festivities, but, mm...it was an experience to feed the senses.
[He closes his eyes thoughtfully, before they pry open, almost completely black just based on the sliver of them. He himself has the loosest bath robe on, but its lazily tied on, like its half ready to just slip off if he shifts in the wrong way.]
Ah, do you require food? [And...oh, there's a little growl from his stomach.] I admit, as a Servant of the Throne, my own hunger is...new to me. Thanks for the reminder. Fufu, though it is a nuisance of sorts as well...
[ what an imposing fellow. not just in stature, but also in magical energy -- shylock can practically feel waves of it coming off from this man here than a weaker man would be easily overwhelmed, like how most wizards would stand down when faced with someone like lords oz and figaro back home.
but shylock knows no fear, so he just smiles and tents his hands together over his folded knee. ]
And yet the enigma before me exudes nothing but overconfidence himself. But I suppose two people with that kind of personality would overshadow everyone in the room.
[ he would know. he once knew a guy like that. ]
As for me, I like an ever-curious person. But even that is rather vague, for I do try my best to like everyone I've ever met. Even -- no, especially the ones who think themselves as unpleasant.
Me? Overconfidence. Mmm, no, no, no, I ever humble, simply an onmyouji who would not put himself down so readily...though I may admit, there are those with talents outside of mine!
[fucking]
[seimei]
[But anyways! Clearing throat! And he's smiling as he looks over this handsome fellow, a little sharp. The magical energy is palpable. A powerful mage? What an opportunity.]
So you are, as they say, a "social butterfly"? Does nothing truly get on your nerves?
You'll find that I am an awfully patient person, good sir. But even I have limits, and normally most people would dare not cross those lines.
[ except for one person. fucking... murr hart.........
ahem. anyway! ]
And I may appear as a social butterfly, and I do find delight in serving people. But I would say that I prefer solitude if I can afford it. My kind is inherently lonely, and even I cannot help that side of myself.
[ Archer stares at the "monk" in question, as well as the sex toy he's holding up. It's difficult to read his expression, but he is definitely neither amused nor pleased.
As if he needed any more convincing, this resort is definitely some kind of hell. ]
It's a vibrator.
[ Why is he having to explain this. Why. ]
You can use it to pleasure yourself or someone else.
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Ashiya Douman | Fate/Grand Order
1 - getting a real clown car on the premises (arrival)
a. tight fit (open to nsfw)
[Apologies to whoever is in the car, waking up for the first time - because your fellow passenger is...taking a lot of space. Quite a lot. From his height that has to make them bend slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling, the long bi-colored hair that cascades over the seats, or the large muscular build that is clearly intruding into your personal bubble, this strange individual is not one to miss.]
[He smiles ever so pleasantly, a demure Cheshire Cat with glittering black eyes.]
Ufufu....and here I thought you'd go on sleeping and sleeping forever, there. Good morning. Now, one question right out the way, if you please. Are you my Master...?
[Well. Uh. Are you?]
b. rude awakening
[Now, Ashiya Douman is not to be stuck in a car if he can help it, so after leaving, he's peeking into the other car windows. If you jump out of fright from a clown in your view? Even better. Douman seems amused all the same, reaching down to...........well, just rip the whole car door off like its made of paper. Hi, there.]
Well, well, well! [He's letting out a little giggle, dropping the door with a loud crash and bang. Job well done!] These cars of the modern era are such fragile things, aren't they?
[Clown to...the rescue?]
2 - do they have balatro around here (casino hall, open to nsfw)
a. house of cards
[A different outfit now graces the body of this onmyouji as he makes his way through the games, smiling that ever placid smile as he flits between them.]
[In the cards game, he is more than happy to draw a card, clicking his tongue as he looks over it.]
Mmmmmm! Oh, this one should be one to whet the appetite. What do you not like in a partner? I should think....arrogance, yes? An all-encompassing certainty in everything you do. Over-confidence...
[And a bit of a pause, as if he's stopping himself from going further.]
My apologies. And you? Do tell.
b. sex toy roulette (open to nsfw)
[Here comes the man coming over from the roulette room, holding....a vibrator he just won. He's holding it out to you. Yes, you, a stranger!]
Do help this humble monk. I can't seem to understand what this is...some inventions of modern times do rather confuse me, you see...
[Is he serious? It's hard to tell, but...help a monk out? (He doesn't LOOK like a monk.)]
3 - hangover cure....or curse.... (open to nsfw)
[Have you ever been suffocated by a cat when you sleep? Like...the type who want to get all on top of you, watching your face as you sleep...maybe batting your face...]
[Well, no batting is happening here, but congrats! You have a six foot tall seven inch 110kg monk resting right on top of you, sleeping away ever so peacefully. Do you have the strength to push off this giant man? Or are you going to die right here, right now, from clown-induced asphyxiation?]
4 - wildcard
[Throw ANY prompt you want at me, I won't bite! This evil clown wizard might! A note that Douman is canonically unknown gender and I may use he/they pronouns intermittently, but they have a dick in case you. Need to know. For purposes.]
2a
This shameless wizard is dressed up nicely and up for messing around a bit with these games. As a king rank, he has appearances to keep up, and showing off at these games is just a part of the job.
(His suit in no way requires him to do anything. He's just like this.)]
Well that one's easy: I ain't too much of a fan of slobs. If I'm puttin' in the effort to get clean 'n look nice, they should too. I can see how arrogance would be annoyin' though.
[Says the arrogant one.]
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Cleanliness itself is a mark of a good soul. The body must not become as dirty as one's misdeeds, hm, hmm!
[A little hum.]
Now, now, it's your turn. Draw a card. Let's see what it says!
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Brad draws a card and reads it off. Luckily it's easy words so he won't stumble over them this time.]
"How would you show your love for someone?" That one's easy: I'd keep 'em close and make sure they're happy. If they're not, then I'd get rid of whatever's making them unhappy.
2A
Uh. Th -- not like? Um. [ He is still staring at those hair curls, and he needs to tear his gaze away to focus anywhere near enough to conjure up an answer. ] Stupid. I can't stand stupid people. When you can't hold a conversation with'em, or they can't keep up.
[ A huffed exhale. Focus, focus. It's just a game, and this place is full of freakshows all the time, anyway. It's fine! It's fine. He scowls as he pushes his chair to stand, wanting that little extra stability to safely grab for the topmost cards of the house. ]
-- you better not shake the table or anything. That's against the rules. [ Probably. ]
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So you do not wish to talk to those of limited intelligence? Mm, an interesting notion. It can be rather difficult, one thinks, to judge based on your own...because what if someone deems you an idiot as well? Alas...
[The man moves to stand - Douman's glittering black eyes follow him, but he's as still as a pond. Its only with his eyes that seems to suggest that a part of him wants to cause something terrible, but he's trying his best to be as obedient as anything.]
Oh, goodness, no! This humble monk will not move to make this game unfair in such a manner! Go ahead. Draw a card.
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[ Fuuta gives a little huff before reaching forward to carefully extract a card. Only once the task is done and he's safely fetched his card does he settle back down in his seat, shooting Douman a dirty look across the table. ]
And if people wanna think I'm an idiot, whatever. I wouldn't wanna waste my time on them either. And they'd be wrong.
[ Said with all the bullheaded confidence signature of a hot-headed youth before he flips his card over to read out loud: ]
"What has been the best moment of your life so far?"
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[A little bow of the head, though somehow this does NOT help his case in trying to appear monk-like.]
A most assured proclamation. Oh, youth, so certain in your sensibilities, mmhm.
[And......now. That's a question. Douman blinks, before his smile grows wide with obvious mirth - its like he just said something equivalent of an inside joke.]
Ufufufu. I am not technically alive, you know! I am a Servant of the Throne, a shadow of humanity...if I had to answer the question, since I have only been as "alive" as long as I've been in this place...why, right now!
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That doesn't make any sense. If you're throwing the round that's fine by me, but just say it straight.
[ He says that, but a glimpse down at his Watch indicates it's now his turn, ergo that was a truthful answer. What the hell.
Fuuta shifts position, forearm resting against the tabletop as he leans back a little; his expression remains steeled and ornery, but his body language gives him away -- he's nervous. ]
The hell are you even talking about. Are you saying you're some sort of ghost.
2a
he's been here longer as a servant than the clown has, even if it's been three months almost. three months since his life returned to him in full. no longer a servant fully for his stay, but a man of flesh and blood. wonderful. he might as well make the most of this to ensure that the much larger man doesn't start to cause trouble within the walls of this debauched resort. the words seemed almost like barbs, barbs meant for something not karna.)
Arrogance is one, yes. I am more annoyed by liars, though, if it is constant.
(yes, that is indeed karna making a reference to his discernment. he will not hold punches were he to risk it.)
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[But ah, what a little thorn in his side. He smiles as pleasant as anything, more than happy to keep up the pretense that yes, of course, he is as innocent and pure as untrodden snow. Of course he doesn't know this man. He's a simple Servant thrust into new circumstances, with a flesh and bone body. That's all. Nothing more.]
[The barbs are not unnoticed, but he will happily roll with them for now.]
Yes, yes, to lie without shame is indeed a mark of evil in and of itself. As it is said, one who feels no shame at telling a deliberate lie, there is no evil, I tell you, that they will not do! Mm. I hope you abide by this understanding as well, yes...?
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not his ideal while he ponders the question presented to him. ashiya is right that there are times that others must lie, karna never outs them for it. the only time he ever did was whenever their lies were for ulterior motives. he's no fool to not answer that people must do these things for any reason; they have many things that must be done and karna almost surely has welcomed those that had their reasons into his arms as a comrade.)
If you meant the difference between lying from a desire to protect those around you, or lying because you intend wholeheartedly to be wicked. Yes. I know there are differences in the two.
(which is why he reaches next to grab another card, the card reads when he pulls it out carefully: what would you give up to be acknowledged? the question makes karna frown, briefly, odd thing to ask them. they're servants for a reason.)
I suppose for me it was my life, wasn't it? Although that was for the dreams of others who had gone unheard and unanswered. Unseen.
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[And he drifts off, allowing Karna to take his card. The question is, indeed, an interesting one for Servants. And even a more interesting one for Douman. Ashiya Douman, a man in life desperate to be acknowledged comparing to the shining star that was-]
[Well. He doesn't want to sour his own mood.]
Are you speaking as to your life as a human, or your life as a Servant?
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(not limbo, just ashiya. they can't exactly use their classifications here without sounding odd. which means that karna was considerate and slightly cordial with using the other man's name. they can't exactly lie about not knowing one another by circumstances, but that didn't mean that karna would enjoy his presence from the events of the fourth lostbelt onward.
anyway, he did pause and think. which life did he mean? his lips curl into a thoughtful frown (that's normal for him, he's a thinker more than a speaker still) while running over which sounds more plausible while they play together. if he has to pick one, then that would be....)
Human. Though we know that I am not above giving up my life whether I am human or not.
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1a! also HI AGAIN, totally down with starting fresh or with no memories, up to you!
It wouldn’t even be the first time he’d woken up next to someone built like a brick shithouse. He’s hardly even alarmed at waking up somewhere strange, clad in only a sheer resort robe that the staff had helpfully supplied him in his sleep.
It does take him a while to open his eyes, groggy as he is, but mercifully his glasses are tucked carefully inside his robe’s pocket, and soon enough he beholds the gaze of a man who somehow freezes the blood in his veins for just a brief moment.
He blinks at the question, before schooling his expression into a pleasant smile.
Honestly, an air of malevolence isn’t all that unusual to him, either. He sort of has more than a whiff of it himself given some of his lovers here. ]
Well, I haven’t had much experience, but I’d be pleased to try.
YES HELLO!!! lets start off fresh...mister snake doctor
[Of course he knows this man isn't his true Master. But its fun to go along with things, isn't it! He's jubilant, dramatic, beaming with a fanged little smile as he continues.]
Now, then. I shall do what you tell me. I am at your behest. Feel free to use me as see fit, hm.
can't believe he got conscripted into being a clown's babysitter already--
[ An onmyouji, is it? His eyes light up with interest, having recalled some bit of esoteric knowledge or the other from Inazuma. Oh, yes. He definitely doesn’t care about the alarm bells this one sets off right now. ]
But as to the matter at hand: I was under the impression that a master must adhere to his submissive’s tastes.
[ Baizhu in his innocence had assumed that he’d only been asked to be the master in a BDSM context, please forgive him. ]
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What the hell is going on...?
[Her mouth feels dry, and her head is pounding. Perhaps if she wasn't so exhausted she'd be more concerned by the comparative giant in the bed next to her.]
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[Well, that's a rude awakening. There's a brief glimmer of something akin to a frown as he blearily opens those dark eyes, but it eases into a mild smile as he rolls a little into a more comfortable position on his side. His hand pushes up to support his head as his other arm moves to drape over her upper body lazily.]
A very good morning to you. Was your night a rough one, mm?
[Ever polite, but a little overly familiar - the Ashiya Douman creed, it seems.]
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Admittedly, no. But that may be to her favor. The resort has pulled weirder tricks.]
That party lasted for days. I probably wouldn't be awake if I didn't need something to eat. You don't seem to have the same problem. Enjoy yourself?
[Tiredly her eyes peel away from him to look down at herself. Thankfully clothed, but the baby doll pajama set (thin strapped top, small shorts) with a cheeky cat pattern really just makes it feel like the resort is playing a prolonged prank.]
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[He closes his eyes thoughtfully, before they pry open, almost completely black just based on the sliver of them. He himself has the loosest bath robe on, but its lazily tied on, like its half ready to just slip off if he shifts in the wrong way.]
Ah, do you require food? [And...oh, there's a little growl from his stomach.] I admit, as a Servant of the Throne, my own hunger is...new to me. Thanks for the reminder. Fufu, though it is a nuisance of sorts as well...
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2a........ hewwo
but shylock knows no fear, so he just smiles and tents his hands together over his folded knee. ]
And yet the enigma before me exudes nothing but overconfidence himself. But I suppose two people with that kind of personality would overshadow everyone in the room.
[ he would know. he once knew a guy like that. ]
As for me, I like an ever-curious person. But even that is rather vague, for I do try my best to like everyone I've ever met. Even -- no, especially the ones who think themselves as unpleasant.
[ bc he's a freak like that u_u ]
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[fucking]
[seimei]
[But anyways! Clearing throat! And he's smiling as he looks over this handsome fellow, a little sharp. The magical energy is palpable. A powerful mage? What an opportunity.]
So you are, as they say, a "social butterfly"? Does nothing truly get on your nerves?
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[ except for one person. fucking... murr hart.........
ahem. anyway! ]
And I may appear as a social butterfly, and I do find delight in serving people. But I would say that I prefer solitude if I can afford it. My kind is inherently lonely, and even I cannot help that side of myself.
2b ... hello owo
As if he needed any more convincing, this resort is definitely some kind of hell. ]
It's a vibrator.
[ Why is he having to explain this. Why. ]
You can use it to pleasure yourself or someone else.
[ There. He said it. Can he go now? ]