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@edelstein
19 / F / Bi / 8♣

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My Self-Summary

Miss Tohsaka is a complicated young woman who finds it difficult to open up to others. Beyond that prickly (or impish) exterior is a young woman of versatility. While Miss Tohsaka can be both your devil and your angel, she can also be much more. A wealth of curiosity, willingness to try new things, and her own taste for variety means that she may just be able to scratch an itch or fill a niche that you just haven't been able to yet.

My Future Plans

Is ambition Miss Tohsaka's middle name? It just might be. She intends to become well known in the community of Mages — hoping to live up to not only her father's legacy, but the legacy of her family's name. However, before that...

It seems like Miss Tohsaka is "in it to win it"! Our lovely bachelorette is determined to win the Game of our local resort. It seems she has a specific wish she wants granted, an ideal prize in mind, but so far she's been secretive as to what it is. Are you able to pry it from her plump little lips?

My Talents

Rumor has it that Miss Tohsaka comes from a long pedigree of Mages, and was born with a rare ability. Aside from being a veritable super-battery of magical energy, she also has been raised as a mage for over ten years. How studious. Do you think any of that might have... other uses?

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Unfortunately Miss Tohsaka doesn't indulge in most hobbies that don't have a practical purpose. The tomes she reads are informational texts about magic, her gardening is for crafting potions, and her workouts are... you guessed it! To keep her combat ability up.

Perhaps you're the right person to intervene. Teach her to live a little! Let her hair down, and loosen up. How can an uptight girl like her actually win the Game if she's so closed off and guarded? Take her out for some fun, teach her a new hobby, or have her engage with yours!

My Ideal Partner

Oh, dear. Miss Tohsaka's tastes are so varied that it's hard to pinpoint just one type of ideal! Big, muscly men — soft, curvy women — or even someone in that sweet androgynous spot... What really catches her eye is a challenge, or an easy win. Put her to the test or roll over for her.

Do be kind and make sure to praise her. As someone who lost her father early, poor Miss Tohsaka has been starved for validation. Or, perhaps... you could indulge her on the opposite end of the spectrum? Such an arrogant girl deserves a little punishment, and as much as she punishes herself some help might be appreciated. If not, she may just end up punishing you, and making you her prey.

Height 5'2" (159cm) Body Type Athletic, Petite Smokes No (Enjoys smell of cigars) Drinks Yes (Cocktails or Nightcaps) Drugs No (Maybe) Sign Aquarius ♒︎ Occupation Mage Income Will do anything for chips Children None Pets Do you want the leash or to wear the collar? Hobbies Magecraft, Gardening, Working out

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

BOTH

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH

Virtuoso
ISTP-T

ENERGY

83%

Introverted

MIND

74%

Observant

NATURE

86%

Thinking

TACTICS

53%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

56%

Turbulent

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Fuuta

★★★☆☆
Kind of vanilla, but fun to tease. Would like exploring more of what can make him squirm, and hear him beg.

Marina

★★★★☆
Exciting and experimental. I guess I do like girls too, huh? Maybe we can incorporate magic next time.

Aak

★★★☆☆
Interesting. Curious about his body. Am I... a furry? Is that what you call it?

Weiss

★★☆☆☆
Annoying, but workable. Mediocre, but because she's too vanilla and not entirely on technique.

Narumi

★☆☆☆☆
Absolutely atrocious. Wish I could give negative stars. No more to say.

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Comments

[malpwactice]

man it's like working with the triad all over again




just for reference don't mix lube v1 with anything that's got sulfides in it or it'll turn into expanding black goop

[so, like, he is clearly getting them for her]

[erbe]

A black goop that does WHAT exactly?

[malpwactice]

one sec

[After a minute or so, a video message is sent. Aak is setting down a small petri dish with a clear gel in it. He tilts a red solo cup to splash a little bit of another liquid on top of it. A reaction starts immediately with a huge amount of bubbling and blackening. The bubbles rise, solidifying into more of a foamy sludge as Aak starts back-stepping to get away from it as it expands.]

[Also as he expands, she can tell he's subjected a random set of doors in the lower hallway to this experiment.]

It does that. [he says, popping in to selfie-frame as the black goop expands out in a perfect, hideous circle behind him]

[erbe]

[Considering her likelihood to have an accident...]

I don't want that.

[malpwactice]

ok taking it out of the box

[erbe]

The box?

[malpwactice]

of all the products you're getting
not everyone gets a full sampler you know!
go ahead and feel special

[erbe]

I suppose the best way to make sure your product is worth anything is to have it peer reviewed.

Make sure your selection is good. I'll be putting it to the test.

[Action | After the November "Would You Rather"]

[erbe]

[Within the next couple days mister Marco will get a message. No preamble or outro. Just an address from the same "edelstein", time she expects him to be there, and "I'll be wearing red". It's a fancy little restaurant with plenty of frills for posh society, but since an English teatime experience isn't all that salacious, it's not a very crowded or expensive place.

Rin waits for him patiently. Her outfit of choice is a crimson collared and long-sleeved blouse accompanied by a pencil skirt and boots. Rather than her iconic twintails, Rin sports a more subdued look. With the exception of her bangs, Rin has brushed the hair above her ears into a "half-up braid" with each side plaited until the two meet at the back of her head, and combine to where a black ribbon keeps them taught. From there the rest of the locks hang loose like the end of a ponytail.

She may not represent a face card, but her rank still high enough she feels she should show off a little. That, and she's secretly eager to meet him. Tohsaka wasn't lying when she said this was an indulgence for her. Marco's behavior reminds her a little of someone.]

[garrottes]

[ call, and marco will answer. or, in this case, leave you on read but that's okay because he shows up dutifully in the designated restaurant at the designated time. rin may not be of the highest ranks, but she is higher enough from him that the very thought of indulging in this particular restaurant would not have even crossed his mind. just a few days fresh, but he has come to understand the hierarchies of this space fairly quickly... truthfully, it's not all that different from back home; some people are simply just handed a better hand than others. the others will always just have to deal.

he's been managing just fine. it helps he'd never been one for indulgences anyway, though admittedly he misses the fine suits afforded to him by the cristiano's unending generosities. but since arriving, he's done some work here and there, and the kind staff at laundromat were happy to let him parse through their backlog of forgotten garments if he did a few deliveries for them. it's the only reason he's able to show up in the outfit that he does: a pair of dark slacks, a sturdy belt that fortunately matches the black leather of his dress shoes, and a simple white button-up that manages not to wrinkle every time he moves. ]

Miss Rin?

[ he spots her easily enough. in red, like she said, though it does take him a moment to reconcile the fact the person he was speaking to over the network would be so young to begin with.

he approaches, bending slightly at the waist in greeting. not quite a bow, but it might as well be. on his lips is a pleasant smile, unfortunately offset by the gnarly scar cutting right across his face. ]

Thank you for having me.

[erbe]

[Tohsaka knows that her petite stature will continue to make her look young for some time. Especially since her arrival at the resort sped things up for her as far as birthdays are concerned — putting at her approaching 20 come February. Even so, she pays no mind. With immortal beings and people who had their time frozen due to circumstances beyond their control, she herself stopped putting weight on such things.

Besides, it's just tea. So Tohsaka inclines her head gently as an acknowledging gesture without giving too much respect to a lower Rank in public. Perhaps the garish scar across his face would have taken her by surprise, but after spending plenty of time with another person who has an incredibly similar injury... she almost looks at it with a bit of fondness.]

Of course. We'll both be benefiting either way.

[Tohsaka guides them both into the establishment, brandishes her watch for confirmation, and the two are seated in a quiet booth in the back corner. The teas come individually or in pots, and Rin decides that a pot of Earl Grey will suit them just fine. Their server places menus for them before leaving them to look over the selection.]

Have any preferences?

[garrottes]

[ it's just tea, and so he has to wonder what "benefits" she might be getting from this. if it were merely a matter of gathering more cards for her deck, he could easily understand that. she certainly seemed the pragmatic sort, after all.

he supposes, too, it could just be the company. but he has to imagine he didn't come off as particularly endearing during their brief conversation. interesting, maybe, but is that worth a whole outing?

whatever her reasons, it seems rude to press her for then. besides, he's the one being treated here, so it's not like he has any room to fuss. seated, overlooking the menu, marco realizes with a pang (and an embarrassingly loud grumble of his stomach) that it really has been some time since he's had a good meal. that free voucher from miss jin mingming has yet to be used, squirreled away for a rainy day. ]

...It all looks good. Have you been here before? [ he'd noted the way the staff greeted her kindly upon seeing her watch. just as much as he'd noted how they ignored him entirely, without having to see his own. ] Do you have a favorite?

[erbe]

I have been here a couple times. If you're looking for something to hold you over, I'd suggest the tea sandwiches. If we order the tiered plate you'll get a variety with protein and vegetable options. I'll be making sure to get clotted cream and jam as a sweet option, so I'll leave savory to your discretion.

[Must even snacks become a pragmatic choice? Yes! Absolutely! Were she in his position that's exactly what she'd be looking out for. Rin has never known hardships of homelessness or even having a less than ideal living space... but she has cut corners on herself to save for certain things. Lofty goals and sky high ambitions worth making sure that every little yen counted.

The similarities are minimal. Perhaps if he hadn't seemed so self-loathing from the start she wouldn't have even given him a second thought. But now that she knows Rin cannot look away. Though she thinks to herself this might just be a one time indulgence. Tea and sandwiches as payment for the memory of someone else. Perhaps not fair to him, but at least he suffers no burden of expectation - and what he has to gain from this she hopes is worth the selfish indulgence of her memories.

A tall man in red. His skin altered and changed from the way he lived his life. His white hair slicked back and his brow heavy with the weight of the sins he committed. A man of regret who lost to the reality of his ideals long ago.]

[garrottes]

[ he looks over the options once more. now that he's been more or less given a directive, it seems a touch less daunting. (he probably should not be so comforted to have orders to default to, but it's not as if a different setting will suddenly change who he is — who he's always been — as a person.)

very well. when it comes to pragmatism, marco can relate. and he's done enough work with galahad regarding the bastard's menu that he feels confident enough he can at least choose enough of a variety that even a picky eater might find something within the tier to enjoy.

orders given and menus returned, marco waits until the server has left them to their little corner booth before he returns his attention full to the outing's benefactor. ]

Could I ask how long it's been that you've been here? I'm still so new... If you have any insights to give, I'd appreciate them.

[erbe]

[Tohsaka doesn't speak immediately. Her eyes flit about the crowd in the little restaurant as others chat cheerfully along with the clink and clatter of porcelain and silverware as others eat and drink.

Very well. She takes a slow breath and exhales before:]

December will mark a full year for me. If you're here long enough you'll start noticing a difference in the types of guests here. I consider them "lucid" and not. The non-lucid guests are those who stay here the longest. Over time many guests give up on their pursuit of finishing their decks and making their wish. Whether that be influence from the house, or because plenty of people are confirmed to be pulled here that have died remains uncertain. Those guests who fall into the House's promise of luxury and opulence are who I consider not to be lucid — rather I separate them as if they were in a dream rather than held outside of time and space without their consent.

I have a theory on how this place runs, but I'm reconsidering my stance on sharing it in public.

["J" had been so kind as to point her in the right direction over the watches made her bold, but Jin Mingming's implication that she should be more careful with her words in public has her cursing her previous arrogance.]

[garrottes]

[ he senses the shift in atmosphere before she even speaks, sitting up a little straighter and becoming far more alert as a result. he doesn't go so far as to lean in, that would perhaps be too obvious and draw unwanted attention, but he watches her intently all the time.

a whole year... marco can barely even fathom it. and to think he hasn't got anything to return to — how must others who do feel, to be stuck here for so long when the rest of their lives are waiting for them back home?

he has, at least, come to notice what she brings up regarding the people of the resort. the dazed sort of expressions, the seemingly permanent states of late-stage euphoria — that feeling you get just around the end of a long night, when the adrenaline is beginning to wear off and reality starts to set in. he doesn't interact much with those, but part of him wonders now what would happen if one were to try and interrogate them. he doubts it would actually procure answers — but he has to wonder if whoever is in charge, whoever put these people in that state, would not take kindly to their things being messed with. sort of like when a child gets upset you've rearranged their favorite dollhouse. ]

I see. [ truthfully, she's given far more than he could ever hope for. ] Thank you for sharing what you have.

[ he glances off to the side, briefly. takes a quick stock of the other customers in the restaurant, the placement of each server on shift. it's meant to be a relaxing time, but he can't seem to turn off the part of his brain that maps out possible threats and exits. ]

Not everyone here is a player, are they?

[erbe]

[It will be some time before their tea and snacks arrive. With a lot of the staff still on vacation from all of what happened in October, the place runs on a skeleton crew. Perhaps the best time to be open about such things, but Rin doesn't want to get cocky about it.]

Correct. The staff seem complicit, and uninvolved in the game. Guests and players are discouraged from working as staff. Only as punishment or as a dalliance are people like us allowed to hold a job. Even so, it's usually only temporary. I tried once as a way to pass the time with hopes of earning more currency.

[Tohsaka begins unraveling the napkin that contains the utensils. She places the silverware aside and drapes the napkin over her lap. Each movement seemingly done out of muscle memory. Practiced motions. Elegance that she hammered into herself at a young age so that she wouldn't be an embarrassment when entertaining a professor or peer when she studied abroad at Clock Tower.]

[garrottes]

[ marco quiets, thinking it best not to admit he has been doing some delivery work for the laundromat down by the basement. it hasn't given him many chips, but certainly more than he would have had otherwise. it's not a permanent solution, though he admits it's nice to have something to do other than sit around waiting for the next tomfoolery via house whimsy. he knows, eventually, he will have to start playing the actual house games (casino or otherwise) to make enough ends meet.

for now he bides his time. stalls. ]

Your Holy Grail, [ he says, after a poignant pause. not hers, specifically, of course, but that of her world's. ] You said it was another wish-granting mechanism. There's proof of its capabilities?

[ perhaps she'll see where he means to go with this line of thinking. if she is going to such lengths to play one game for a wish, will she another? is she convinced, then, that the house's promise bears the same weight? ]

[erbe]

Yes! If it wasn't legitimate, then there wouldn't have been five competitions for it. The Holy Grail takes roughly sixty years to regenerate after its use, slowly building mana over time and filling its cup. Once it's near completion, seven mages summon familiars that reflect heroes from across all ages to compete for a chance to win the wish. The magical energy used in summoning and giving form to those familiars then fills the rest of the Grail once they're eliminated. That incredible mass of power is what gives life to the wish.

[And the way the Holy Grail works is exactly what lead her to making assumptions about how the House works. She's quite sure that it feeds off the magical energy getting swapped around throughout, since said energy settles in the fluids connected to life (saliva and hair oils, blood, arousal fluids).]

Which is why I have no reason to doubt the wish at the bottom of are decks is real. It's getting to the bottom that's the challenge.

[garrottes]

[ marco watches her in silence for a few moments, his expression unreadable. there is a faint furrow in his brow, but who can say if that's not merely a symptom of working his mind around something so fantastical?

eventually, he wagers, ]

You trust them.

[ their captors. their puppeteers. at least, in this one thing, rin seems to trust them. ]

[erbe]

I trust that the carrot dangling from the stick is actually a carrot. Whether or not we're designed to be able to reach the carrot is another matter.

[Sitting against the backrest of her seat she contemplates Marco's words. Does she trust the House? Tohsaka would say no, but perhaps it looks different from where he sits. She anticipates ulterior motives. She expects that the House won't let them get close to the prize. But does she think the prize is a fake? No. It would be too easy to write off if it were truly falsehood, she thinks.

Their pot of tea arrives, along with scones, clotted cream, and jam. The tiered plate with the tea sandwiches will be out momentarily, the server insists. They're being assembled fresh.]

[garrottes]

Or whether the carrot is already rotting from the inside.

[ marco thinks of rin's holy grail. a powerful artifact powered by the magic of those who'd fallen in their attempts to reach it. a cup of blood, all to replenish the victor. if the house's wish is anything like that, then he wouldn't be surprised at all it wouldn't be without its complications.

it's a grim way to view things, but to be honest he's never been one for optimism. that was connie's thing, though sometimes he wonders if it was truly a positive outlook or a stubborn refusal to let herself ever get sad again. maybe there's not really a difference.

he inclines his head, a rueful smile on his lips. the scones look good, and the cream promises they won't leave his mouth feeling dry, but he's enough of a gentleman to wait until she helps herself first. that's galahad's teaching, hammering itself into his head as he stumbled his way into figuring out how to function in society. ]

Were you close to winning, before you found yourself here?

[erbe]

[With Marco's hesitation comes Rin's bold behavior. Carefully she takes a scone, slices it in half, and makes sure to spread the clotted cream evenly. Her eyes followed his gaze, and so she prepares his first. The scone halves are placed on his dining plate before him, and she pushes the jam forward to indicate that he may dig into it while she prepares her own.

In turn Marco's smile is reflected back. A bit of sorrow, a twinge of regret. A fate none of them could avoid.]

Not exactly. I had lost my familiar, and was on my way to kill the last mage who had one. A previous competition had tainted the Grail, and the entity inside it was using her as a means to bring itself back into the world. As the competition was happening on my family's land, it was my responsibility to dispose of it — and her — before its "birth" revealed the secrets of the world that's kept hidden from common people.

[As her sister it was my responsibility.]

[garrottes]

[ his lips part, body tensing as if ready to refuse — but something (maybe common sense) stops him partway when he considers it might actually be more insulting if he did, and so he swallows down the fresh heat of embarrassment instead. there is a soft, murmured thank you that he floats along just before she begins her answer, one half of the scone already lifting to his mouth by the time her first words are out. it's all but obliterated once she's finished.

he's glad for the substance in his belly. helps it feel a little less odd as it turns at her words. he knows a thing or two about facing a dangerous responsibility. it was the last foolish thing he'd done in his life, and still even now he has to hope it might have accounted for something.

he has, at the very, very least, removed himself from the equation. striker would have no reason to seek anyone else close to him, now that he's no longer there to torment. ]

That last mage... That's the same one you spoke about, in your question?

[ some things aren't adding up. ]

Are you hoping to use your wish here to keep the Grail from being tainted?

[erbe]

—My wish isn't something that I want to talk about.

["I just want to win," had been her little phrase for a majority of the Grail War. No wish, no regrets, no thoughts about anything other than victory. Because if she has to wish something into existence, that means she's unable to do it with her own power. And admittance of defeat in its own way. No — it wasn't until she learned the truth about her sister, and the horrors that adoptive family put her through, that Rin had decided there was something worth changing.

Tohsaka makes sure both of their teacups are well filled before grabbing her own and bringing it to her mouth. A gently exhale blown upon the surface of the liquid to cool it before she takes a sip.]

Are you truly content just existing, Marco?