No, place doesn't really matter. I like beds and baths, but I'd fuck you right here on the table if it's what you wanted. I had to be more careful back home, but I might as well enjoy the extra freedom.
[The fidgeting is getting worse, steadily. Dodger ends up picking up his spoon just to bend it into shapes, as easily as if it were made of paper.]
You're from pretty far in the future, compared to everyone here. Why don't my scars bother you?
[She could tell him what she told Dabi, and what she told Chobe. That scars were evidence of hardship and survival against adversity. That she admired people who kept marching on despite how the world tried to break or burn them. However she liked Dabi, and felt Chobe would have little reason to pit such admiration back against her. So instead...]
[Dodger tips his head, wondering at the fact that this is the line she's drawing. He sort of expected the usual reassurances - it's a sign of survival, battles overcome, proof that whoever did that to his face didn't get to finish the job. He's spoiled, maybe, hanging around so many people from times where scars were more common. Back home, everyone just them as a sign of how dangerous he was. They're clearly not from a work accident, after all.]
In my world, people can be born 'normal' - humans - or their DNA can mutate. Mutants take all shapes, but they're treated the same. Like ticking time bombs. Public power usage is enough to lose your housing or your job, or get the police called on you if you're making enough of a scene. You can't imagine how freeing it is that no one gives a shit about it here.
[The spoon in his hands starts to heat up enough to glow, and he starts molding it more like clay. Into something fully unrecognizable.]
In my specific case, I've got super-strength and heat manipulation, and a couple other tricks. You can ask more questions if you want, I'll just match them after.
[Another 'fire' user... no wonder Chobe was so desperate for a rememdy for his weakness to fire aligned people. Other tricks certainly has Rin curious, but she refuses to chew on the same bone for long. Dodger may not be bright, but that just means she should be able to get away with simple cautions, not discard them.]
Haven't been in there yet. I never went to school so the trappings aren't that interesting.
[Says the man who would absolutely be into age-play if someone introduced the concept to him.]
Two questions for you, then. What's the craziest sexual thing you've done? And is there anyone in the resort you don't think is worth the effort of getting their card?
Hm... the first answer is probably somewhere between getting fucked by a were-tiger trying to breed me, and getting pumped with eggs by the tentacle creature that lives in the caves by the spa. For the second? There were a bunch of guys that used to be here that touted themselves as idols. A group of all-style-no-substance idiots that couldn't interest me. I don't know if any of them are still left, though.
[His answer is a relief, though. She would loath to suffer under him playing as an instructor, and having to endure him as one of her students also sounds like a pain...]
[His answer comes swift with her holding out her glass for him to pour a shot she can take. That's a pass. The burn of the alcohol doesn't bother her, but with her dinner drink and her starting to get more than just the one pass... Well, her cheeks are a bit warm and colorful, but for now she still seems mostly put together.]
[No surprise that she's only got a few passes in her. Dodger lets out a quiet huff of laughter, but he's decent enough not to comment on it. He just pours himself another glass to sip while he thinks.]
I don't have any specific prospects. I've got about half of Clubs, so I might as well keep looking for those. I've met a few Diamonds that seem interesting and they'd help me finish a set. But mostly, I've been collecting duplicates and helping other people get the cards they need.
[He couldn't care less about actually beating the game, even if he seems to be the best-equipped for it. He just wants to rank himself up and maybe get his phone back at some point.]
If you got the chance to leave and go home, would you take it?
[At least her eyes are still clear, and her gaze turns hard with focus and determination as she finishes off what is left of the spicy chicken dish on her plate.]
Not yet. I still have something left I need to do before I leave here. And you?
[He honestly finds that more interesting than 'yes' or 'no'. But he figures the details are not his business.]
No. I had some unfinished business back home, but it isn't worth living the rest of my life in that shithole of a world.
[A pause.]
Doesn't matter anyway. I'm destined to die and my clock's pretty much run out.
[He's kept fidgeting with that spoon-turned-molten-mess this whole time, and ended up actually molding something out of it. He sets it down on the table, now a slowly cooling metal cat figurine.]
Have you ever seen anyone here with a suit that acts different from everyone else's? I mean, past the first month or so?
No. I think I've seen people who sometimes have a minor secondary suit, or The House is playing a game that has you suffer the effects of suits not your own. Otherwise I think suits tend to be pretty consistent when simplified to a core aspect, and the people who fall within a certain suit's category all seem to share certain traits.
[Tohsaka shrugs with that. Despite the way the alcohol has warmed her to flush, she still seems pretty lucid and confident about the game. Perhaps it's because she has convinced herself that there's little he could ask about that she'd be determined to hide?]
[Interesting. He'd gotten the same answer from a few other people - no one has heard of suits deviating, not unless there's an arrival prank or a game going on. Which just adds to the idle wonder of why his own suit acts so goddamn weird.]
Not sure. Someone who's boring, I guess. No interests, no hobbies, no kinks. Most people are worth giving a shot, but I can't imagine wanting to make time for a complacent pencil-pusher.
[It's probably telling, just how boring someone has to actually be before Dodger stops digging for possible reasons to care.]
What's something that would turn you on, even if you were pissed off at the person doing it?
[This time she doesn't wait for him to pour. Rin takes the bottle herself, fills the shot, and knocks it back.]
Are there certain kinks you find too "weird" or funny to indulge in? For example, ones that require roles like ponyplay, mommy-daddy kink, and the like.
[Interesting. She's not even fully tipsy, so his response gets dissected immediately. How he seems to favor and respect men more. How he claims he could go for a daddy, but no mention of wanting to play one. His refusal to touch on any other role-playing types of scenarios outside of "anything goes". It's all catalogued and tucked away in her mind.]
I don't mind any of it at all. In fact I enjoy acting. I suppose the leather pony and puppy masks might not be my thing, so I might have a difficult time enjoying that, but I could stomach my way through it for someone else. What kind of job did you have before you got here?
[He thinks he saw some in the room, the one and only time he and Esikko did actual puppy play... but it was brief, not something he focused on, because he knew what to do with collars and leashes already.
The question about his job, though, distracts him immediately. He briefly considers passing, just because he'd have to drink a few more bottles before it started really hitting him, so he pretty much has infinite passes at this rate. But no, the answer is simple enough. And he's sure she's guessed the general shape of it.]
Information broker, mostly. But 'Victor Augustine's dog' is probably a more accurate answer in practice. I did whatever he asked me to do, no questions asked, and that usually meant keeping tabs on other people.
[He's still learning what sort of information is useful here, and he feels like he's hamstrung by the fact that so many other people already know each other and know more about the resort than he does. But at least the few times he's given advice about putting together card hands, that's been appreciated.]
Was 'mage' your whole job back home, or did you do something else?
That's right. Technically I was still pursuing my education. I had intended to study abroad in London for furthering my studies while making money off patents like my father had.
[No need for him to hear about Clock Tower's institution, the Mages Association, or anything else.]
[All interesting information, that he files away for later. Even if he has no idea how it could possibly be useful to him - he just likes to know things.
And that question makes his face turn pink. For all of his 'dog' talk, he almost never actually gets called either, and he has to put some active effort into suppressing his excitement.]
Whichever you want. But I like talking back, and I like to get forced into behaving, so I guess 'bad boy' is better.
[Oh how he craves to be petted and called a good boy, though.]
How are you feeling about bringing me back to your place after this?
Much better than before, but not particularly ecstatic, I suppose?
[With a shrug Tohsaka reaches to finish off her shochu. A sigh escapes her lips as she begins circling the cup's rim with her index finger again. Rin's restraint is loosening. Her perfect posture becoming softer, and her gaze not as sharp.]
I like this better. It's like a dance. Kind of how I like arguments... it lets my brain work on something. I want to win, but you haven't even challenged me. C'mon, be a better opponent.
[Her finger lifts from the glass so that she may instead tap it on table twice. A demand. Urging him to continue. Though the way she gives that information a little more freely may mean he's already on his way to winning.]
[It's an improvement over before. And she hasn't stormed off, and she's starting to get drunk long before he feels anything at all. So everything is going in his favor, even if it isn't quite where he wants it yet.]
If I got you drunk immediately, I wouldn't get to learn about you. But if you want a challenge, sure.
[He does have to think for a bit, because he hasn't actually been playing with any sort of strategy. Just asking whatever's on his mind, knowing full well he can drink her under the table several times over.]
Have you ever killed someone? Do you have any kinks other people here would call 'unethical' or 'amoral'? How hard are you willing to push someone to do something only you're interested in, sexual or not?
Yes, I have killed someone. Yes, in fact one of those idol boys tried implying sleeping with non-human shaped people was immoral. How hard I push depends on my reaction. Is the person reluctant, or actually refusing? I can tease and push and cajole, but doing something someone absolutely hates? Mm, sounds too much like that shitty priest to me.
[With a smile on her face she nods while folding her arms across her chest. Self congratulatory for not passing on any of them.]
[All noted down - he's actually a little surprised at the idea of non-human-shaped people being a red line for someone. In Dodger's mind, they're exactly the same as himself. He even knows a mutant who pretty much looks like Aak.
There's a telling pause after her question, and Dodger picks up his little metal cat to start turning it idly in his fingers. He could pass, that would likely be even more telling. But either lying or being too honest feel like mistakes. Finally, he settles on:]
No. I talk a big game, but... I come from a world where it's more normal to take what you want. And that isn't what it's like here. I'd rather stick around people that want me near them, and that means playing fair.
[He hesitates.]
Tell me more about that kill. How long ago was it, who did you kill and why?
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[But he's going to move on, regardless.]
No, place doesn't really matter. I like beds and baths, but I'd fuck you right here on the table if it's what you wanted. I had to be more careful back home, but I might as well enjoy the extra freedom.
[The fidgeting is getting worse, steadily. Dodger ends up picking up his spoon just to bend it into shapes, as easily as if it were made of paper.]
You're from pretty far in the future, compared to everyone here. Why don't my scars bother you?
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Pass.
[Rin puts back her first shot.]
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Sure. Ask your next question, then.
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[Let's hear it from the horse's mouth.]
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[He shrugs.]
In my world, people can be born 'normal' - humans - or their DNA can mutate. Mutants take all shapes, but they're treated the same. Like ticking time bombs. Public power usage is enough to lose your housing or your job, or get the police called on you if you're making enough of a scene. You can't imagine how freeing it is that no one gives a shit about it here.
[The spoon in his hands starts to heat up enough to glow, and he starts molding it more like clay. Into something fully unrecognizable.]
In my specific case, I've got super-strength and heat manipulation, and a couple other tricks. You can ask more questions if you want, I'll just match them after.
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Do you visit the Ugly Duckling often?
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Haven't been in there yet. I never went to school so the trappings aren't that interesting.
[Says the man who would absolutely be into age-play if someone introduced the concept to him.]
Two questions for you, then. What's the craziest sexual thing you've done? And is there anyone in the resort you don't think is worth the effort of getting their card?
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[His answer is a relief, though. She would loath to suffer under him playing as an instructor, and having to endure him as one of her students also sounds like a pain...]
Do you have any normal hobbies?
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[But he's finishing his glass, just because that's pretty much a pass anyway.]
What did those eggs feel like?
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Who else is on your list of cards to collect?
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I don't have any specific prospects. I've got about half of Clubs, so I might as well keep looking for those. I've met a few Diamonds that seem interesting and they'd help me finish a set. But mostly, I've been collecting duplicates and helping other people get the cards they need.
[He couldn't care less about actually beating the game, even if he seems to be the best-equipped for it. He just wants to rank himself up and maybe get his phone back at some point.]
If you got the chance to leave and go home, would you take it?
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Not yet. I still have something left I need to do before I leave here. And you?
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No. I had some unfinished business back home, but it isn't worth living the rest of my life in that shithole of a world.
[A pause.]
Doesn't matter anyway. I'm destined to die and my clock's pretty much run out.
[He's kept fidgeting with that spoon-turned-molten-mess this whole time, and ended up actually molding something out of it. He sets it down on the table, now a slowly cooling metal cat figurine.]
Have you ever seen anyone here with a suit that acts different from everyone else's? I mean, past the first month or so?
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[Tohsaka shrugs with that. Despite the way the alcohol has warmed her to flush, she still seems pretty lucid and confident about the game. Perhaps it's because she has convinced herself that there's little he could ask about that she'd be determined to hide?]
What type of person turns you off?
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Not sure. Someone who's boring, I guess. No interests, no hobbies, no kinks. Most people are worth giving a shot, but I can't imagine wanting to make time for a complacent pencil-pusher.
[It's probably telling, just how boring someone has to actually be before Dodger stops digging for possible reasons to care.]
What's something that would turn you on, even if you were pissed off at the person doing it?
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Are there certain kinks you find too "weird" or funny to indulge in? For example, ones that require roles like ponyplay, mommy-daddy kink, and the like.
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Wouldn't want to have a 'mommy'. But a daddy, I could go for.
[He's downplaying it severely, but she doesn't need to listen to him be weird about his actual adoptive father.]
Usually, though, anything goes. What about you?
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I don't mind any of it at all. In fact I enjoy acting. I suppose the leather pony and puppy masks might not be my thing, so I might have a difficult time enjoying that, but I could stomach my way through it for someone else. What kind of job did you have before you got here?
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[He thinks he saw some in the room, the one and only time he and Esikko did actual puppy play... but it was brief, not something he focused on, because he knew what to do with collars and leashes already.
The question about his job, though, distracts him immediately. He briefly considers passing, just because he'd have to drink a few more bottles before it started really hitting him, so he pretty much has infinite passes at this rate. But no, the answer is simple enough. And he's sure she's guessed the general shape of it.]
Information broker, mostly. But 'Victor Augustine's dog' is probably a more accurate answer in practice. I did whatever he asked me to do, no questions asked, and that usually meant keeping tabs on other people.
[He's still learning what sort of information is useful here, and he feels like he's hamstrung by the fact that so many other people already know each other and know more about the resort than he does. But at least the few times he's given advice about putting together card hands, that's been appreciated.]
Was 'mage' your whole job back home, or did you do something else?
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[No need for him to hear about Clock Tower's institution, the Mages Association, or anything else.]
Do you want to be a good boy, or a bad boy?
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And that question makes his face turn pink. For all of his 'dog' talk, he almost never actually gets called either, and he has to put some active effort into suppressing his excitement.]
Whichever you want. But I like talking back, and I like to get forced into behaving, so I guess 'bad boy' is better.
[Oh how he craves to be petted and called a good boy, though.]
How are you feeling about bringing me back to your place after this?
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[With a shrug Tohsaka reaches to finish off her shochu. A sigh escapes her lips as she begins circling the cup's rim with her index finger again. Rin's restraint is loosening. Her perfect posture becoming softer, and her gaze not as sharp.]
I like this better. It's like a dance. Kind of how I like arguments... it lets my brain work on something. I want to win, but you haven't even challenged me. C'mon, be a better opponent.
[Her finger lifts from the glass so that she may instead tap it on table twice. A demand. Urging him to continue. Though the way she gives that information a little more freely may mean he's already on his way to winning.]
I'll let you ask three questions in a row.
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If I got you drunk immediately, I wouldn't get to learn about you. But if you want a challenge, sure.
[He does have to think for a bit, because he hasn't actually been playing with any sort of strategy. Just asking whatever's on his mind, knowing full well he can drink her under the table several times over.]
Have you ever killed someone? Do you have any kinks other people here would call 'unethical' or 'amoral'? How hard are you willing to push someone to do something only you're interested in, sexual or not?
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[With a smile on her face she nods while folding her arms across her chest. Self congratulatory for not passing on any of them.]
Do you think you'd eve push me?
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There's a telling pause after her question, and Dodger picks up his little metal cat to start turning it idly in his fingers. He could pass, that would likely be even more telling. But either lying or being too honest feel like mistakes. Finally, he settles on:]
No. I talk a big game, but... I come from a world where it's more normal to take what you want. And that isn't what it's like here. I'd rather stick around people that want me near them, and that means playing fair.
[He hesitates.]
Tell me more about that kill. How long ago was it, who did you kill and why?
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