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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

[erbe]

[Well, he doesn't shrug her off. So instead of righting herself, Tohsaka simply makes herself comfortable. Her head resting on Fuuta's shoulder while she watches him eat.]

Yet you don't cook. Do you know how to do your own laundry? What about manage finances? What about growing your own herbs, or making your own medicines? You remember when Clubs showed us the underlying state of this resort, right? Have you considered what your back ups are if that konbini food wasn't available anymore?

[pyrolyzed]

[ This conversation feels patently unfair??? Fuuta's expression, predictably, lights up with indignity before he snaps, ]

I can do my own fucking laundry. You think I've been buying new clothes every time something gets dirty this whole time? And I can manage finances just fine. You think surviving this long as a 2 was easy? Give me a break. I was prepared to live by myself after graduation. [ But that very specific answer means, no, he doesn't know how to do any of the other things. 😔 ] And that other stuff doesn't count. I told you, I'm just a normal person -- I was prepared to be a wage slave, not get stuck in a magical sex resort. Why the hell would I know how to make medicines. You're just making up scenarios now. It's not like being able to cook is even that important.

[erbe]

[Tohsaka pulls off him at this point — eating as he rattles off his answer like she just insulted his dog or something.]

You really suck at this, you know that?

[Granted, she sucks at being direct. But she thought maybe someone smart enough to get into a college would be bright enough to follow bread crumbs!? Not only did Rin have to live on her own, she had to take care of someone too. Of course she could teach him any of these skills... but now they're "not important"?!]

I suppose you're incredibly lucky we ended up in a resort and not a campground.

December Log | Cloaca & Dagger (open)

[iconalts]

✧ 1. The Prince

(cw: identity trickery/possible dubious consent)

[Tohsaka has a few theories and she's eager to test them out. Cloaca & Dagger seems like a great place for it, so excitedly she dons on a new look and "gets to work". Rin's new appearance is about a foot/30cm taller than her (189cm) original appearance, but she keeps her hair and eye color. After all, she still has some pride in her looks. A decorated prince suits her just fine — gilded with a tailored silhouette.

Rin approaches her target with casual ease. If she doesn't know them her hand will rest on their shoulder, and she'll lean in with a smooth, "hello". If she does? Well, that calls some dramatics. Gently "the prince" takes their hand and presses a kiss to their knuckles. Rin stares at them through dark lashes while her lips press softly against skin.]

✧ 2. Dreamweaver

(cw: altered dream state/religious themes)

Forgive me father, for I have sinned — and planned to do so again.

[A voice low and smooth comes through the latticed divider that obstructs your character's view of the young man on the other side. One may make out some key features and the silhouette, but otherwise "his" details are obscured. The man leans his side against the center box where your character rests. Forced to sit and endure the confession.]

Which crime should I be condemned for the most? Deceit, plans of fratricide, debauchery of the flesh, or perhaps dismissing the Lord and his word in mockery? Is there any sin to great to be forgiven? Strike me down for Pride, Wrath, and Avarice. Hold me in contempt for seeking the Truth of all things. I will expose him, Father, and when I do... will you punish me and hold me accountable? Or can I tempt you to defy Divine Authority?

[It may feel odd to listen to all that. To sit through such rambling and know in one's bones that somehow this is in some facet real. Perhaps not the confessional, perhaps not the visage of either party, but something is real. Perhaps it's Tohsaka's confession? Or maybe the truth is in her offer? Something is honest, something isn't fake, but it's hard to tell what piece is comes from the depths of the heart.]

[pyrolyzed]

Haa?

[ Unfortunately, that standard, indignant noise is all Rin gets at first. Because yes, while Fuuta is moderately book-smart enough to get his ass into university, that says nothing about his acuity when it comes to social situation. It does not help, either, that his default setting is to react to everything defensively.

So it's only after his brain's ticked for an extra second or two before he gets what Rin means. (Or does he???) ]

... what, you trying to get me to agree to those cooking lessons?

[ Yes, he does get there in the end. Please clap.

Fuuta gives a little huff before shoving his mouth full of meat. (😳) Still chewing, he mumbles, ]

S'not like I mind if you really want. But it's not a big deal, is it. I haven't eaten home-cooked stuff in like ... years before this.

[erbe]

Listen, I was trying not to be direct so you could come about it in your own way. This isn't even just about me, or what I can offer. I'm saying you know plenty of people with various skills. We could all contribute to expanding your abilities. And some people even like sharing what they know with other people. So what if you never had an opportunity before this? Your opportunity could be now.

—Anyway, while most of this suite is just an upgrade of what I already had... the kitchen is completely new. Consider it yours. I'll make more meals for you so my own skills won't get rusty. Got that? It'll give me a reason to stay polished.

[After all... if she only is ever "taking care of herself" she's very likely to neglect any technical skill in cooking and will just make sure to cover cheap necessity because she's either bleeding money or dutifully saving up for another set of jewels.]

[pyrolyzed]

... why are you talking about me like I'm some sort of group project. There's no professor that's gonna give you an A just because I learned to cook, you know.

[ Ever ungrateful, of course Fuuta has to snip that little retort. But it's pretty mild as far as pushback goes. There's not much he can complain about when it comes to that arrangement, after all. Fuuta sighs, then shovels his mouth full of rice, chewing and swallowing before mumbling, ]

Fine. Just give me a heads up first when you wanna do something so I don't have to say I can't come after you bought a bunch of stuff, or whatever. [ A pause before he adds, slightly stiffly: ] I'm gonna get a little more meat.

[ He doesn't usually eat this much. His appetite's been pretty come-and-go since being injured, the stress of it all probably making his stomach unwilling to handle too much heavy stuff. But -- this stuff is good. It's not just the fact that it's freshly made and piping hot. Something about it just hits right. Fuuta gets up and steps around the counter to top his bowl up with a bit more of the pork, trying to shoo away the vaguely embarrassment fluttering in his stomach as he does so. ]

But don't go thinking I'm, like, going to hold this kitchen over your head or anything, alright. I'm not that sort of slimy asshole. I'm still mad at this place for fucking with me, but ... it's not like you did it on purpose. You don't owe me anything. Just so we're clear.

[erbe]

[As he piles more meat into his bowl, Rin gestures with her chopsticks. She uses them to point at Fuuta. Rude - direct.]

That's not how this works. "Slimy asshole" has nothing to do with the simple fact that even through coincidence I am in your debt. There's no morality attached to fact, Fuuta. If you think of it like a scale of convenience and cost, then occasionally giving you cooking lessons while I enjoy the kitchen full-time still doesn't make us even. I don't ever do anything I don't want to do, so why are you trying to slap guilt and reluctance where it doesn't exist? You'd never be capable of holding anything over my head. Even if it is deserved. That's just the truth.

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[pyrolyzed]

[ It's not like he comes here often, and it's definitely not like he comes here for sex. Honestly, just coming here at all is enough of a guilty indulgence for Fuuta, but, like -- it's not like he's doing anything wrong. He's allowed to take advantages of the facilities here once in a while, isn't he? Especially if he's not harming anyone.

It's not like he's causing any trouble by going to Cloaca & Dagger just to have a little fun with those illusions now and again.

Access to those self-cast glamors is truly the only reason Fuuta bothers to visit the place, though Rin can't be blamed for recognizing him in an instant, and approaching him where he'd been lurking alone at the perimeters of the facility. His transformation isn't that drastic, after all -- he's just a little taller, his shoulders and chest just a little broader, the lines of his face just a little sharper. When Rin looks up at him, lips still pressed against his knuckles, she might note that the usual dark bags under his eyes are gone, and his teeth also seem straighter when he opens his mouth to bark, ]

-- what the fuck?! [ Said as he jerks his hand back out of that grip and backs off a step. Some things truly never change though; despite the physical changes applied by that illusion, Fuuta still blushes the same as he bristles at the bold 'stranger' standing before him. ] The hell kind of creep are you, just doing that shit to people you don't even know?!

[iconalts]

[Hah!!! Look at him! His cheeks going red... It's a shame he doesn't have his normal, rounder face. It lends better to the boyish look that would certainly make him cuter than he is now. Even with the sharper features and the Hollywood pearly whites, Rin knows who she's dealing with. The eye-patch and hair tells her all she needs to know.]

Oh? It's a standard greeting where I'm from, and you're dressed in familiar attire. Are your knuckles somehow culturally significant?

[pyrolyzed]

[ The eyepatch, the hair, and also the expression -- good teeth or not, Fuuta still furrows his brow and curls a lip in the same way he always does when he's eyeing someone he thinks said a stupid thing. ]

What, and you just go doing that to any stranger you see? Give me a break.

[ A little huff before he settles back to lean against the wall behind him, arms crossed over his chest. It takes him a second of adjusting to do so, actually; he'd chosen a pared-down version of the armor he was used to wearing in his favorite MMO back home, but it still features gauntlets that are a bit bulkier than he'd thought they'd be. ]

I dunno about where you're from, but as far as I know, that's the sort of stuff a guy does to, like ... a woman they're trying to win over. [ Ugh. His cheeks still feel a little hot when he has to say that out loud. ] So watch who you do it to. Some people would really take that shit the wrong way, you know. You should consider yourself lucky I'll let it slide.

[iconalts]

—Are you saying it's wrong to treat men and women the same way?

[Tohsaka's chosen "princely" attire is a bit stiff, but still allows her to cross those arms of hers in front of her chest. Those blue eyes look beyond the soft waves of bangs she has in this look, and her weight leans to one foot a she more properly looks Fuuta over now that she's not making sure to surprise him with a kiss to the back of his hand.]

Perhaps where you come from is a bit barbaric.

[She wonders how long she can keep this up. Then again - she played a "prim and proper school idol" for well over a decade. This should be a walk in the park.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ And she sure does know how to push his buttons. Fuuta, of course, promptly sputters and raises his metaphorical hackles like a startled, cornered animal. ]

Haa?! Don't go putting words in my mouth, that's not what I said! Don't go treating my like some asshole bigot, I'm all for equality! [ It might be illuminating for Rin, learning that Fuuta does not discriminate when it comes to who he runs his mouth at. Tiny younger-than-him Rin and big tall stranger-man get the same degree of yapping. ] And besides, it's not even a matter of gender! Even if you were to do the same thing to a guy, it'd be ... suggestive!

[ He's not insane for thinking that, right? That was definitely some sort of suggestive gesture, right? It is, perhaps ironically, even less intimidating than usual when he bares his teeth in an insufferable little smirk in challenge. Maybe those jaggy teeth of his had some use. ]

Or, what. You still gonna pretend that's what you were aiming for? Just admit you made a mistake already.

[iconalts]

—Why shouldn't it be suggestive? You caught my eye, so I wanted to greet you properly. Does being treated with a bit of reverence make you uncomfortable?

[Tohsaka flashes a smile right back at him, but hers is lightly playful rather than his attempt at being smug. It's fine, though. It's actually nice to see him with a bit of confidence rather than a dog backing itself into a corner and yipping about its displeasure.]

Why don't I make up for it by getting a drink? We can sit down and I can learn to treat you properly.

[pyrolyzed]

[ 'You caught my eye,' the guy says, and Fuuta does stiffen slightly, a touch of heat reaching his cheeks in usual fashion. Though -- whatever flutter of emotion he feels is also edged with a bitter aftertaste.

Fucking figures that he'd catch someone's eye when he's in this state, huh. Of course someone taller, with a better-looking face and a stronger build, would garner this sort of attention. Not that he ever doubted it, but having it proven so blatantly feels pretty shit, as it turns out. (Nothing's been proven???) ]

Hmph. [ Fuuta's expression remains guarded as a result, and he looks the 'stranger' over once more before turning towards the bar. ] Fine. You're not gonna learn anything, but if you're gonna buy me a drink as apology for bothering me, I'll take it.

[pyrolyzed]

[ The pointing with the chopsticks doesn't even register as rude in his mind. Direct is fine. Fuuta has more pressing matters to think about address, anyway.

It's not that Rin's explanation is wrong, as is evident from the way Fuuta clams up for a second. But he can't just accept what she's saying either, judging by the way his face scrunches up in grim consideration, and he earns some time by shoving a piping-hot piece of meat in his mouth -- huffing his way through the hot morsel, tongue singed, swallowing -- before mumbling: ]

It's not like I think you owing me is bad, or anything. Debts and whatever -- I get it. [ A pause before he continues even more reluctantly: ] S'just. You better get that it's not something I did on purpose. It's not like I'm doing anything just to get stuff out of you. I'm not that kind of scumbag.

[ Even after everything, he can't let go of that insistence. Wanting to be accepted as a good person. So long as he didn't orchestrate this situation on purpose, and made it clear that he's not squeezing benefits out of Rin, he hasn't done anything bad, right. Right? ]

[erbe]

—Look at me.

[Tohsaka isn't asking. She puts down her bowl and chopsticks to grab his face and force him to do as he's told. Hand on his jaw, she holds him in place. Blue eyes stare directly into the muddled green-grey of Fuuta's.]

Don't you think I already know that? You may not share a lot about your life, but you wear yourself pretty plainly on your sleeve. I like that, but you don't seem to understand that about yourself. If you were that type of scumbag I'd know. If you were that type of person we'd not be...

[Well. What are they? She can't exactly say they're partners or colleagues or anything else. But he's — he's something. He's... Rin's throat closes up. A knot forms, and makes it hard to speak. Her hand lets go of his face. Rin's expression twists as Dabi's stupid voice sounds off in her head.]

We wouldn't be friends if you were that type of person.

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[schmisse]

[ Weiss' own glamours aren't all that drastic. After all, she already finds herself to be close to perfection, so there's no need to change much about her appearance. Long, knee-length white hair is tied into a high ponytail and the scar that runs down her eye is no longer there. A pair of clear-framed glasses also changes the look! More or less. She does have more mature features though, as if she's aged a few more years. And while she isn't dressed up in a fancy gown, she does still command presence in a crop top and wide-legged pants.

As for what she's doing in the Cloaca & Dagger? Her good mood's made her spontaneous and eager to try new things. She accidentally bites the straw she has between her lips when a voice oh so close to her greets her "hello", but at least she doesn't drop her drink! ]

Oh! Hello! [ She perks up, smile widening despite the initial surprise. ] Can I help you?

[ An anonymous club in this resort likely just has one objective in mind for its guests, but Weiss wouldn't want to assume anything. ]

[iconalts]

Of course, of course!

[With a flourish the 'prince' waves down the bartender before gesturing Fuuta to make his way toward the line of stools that sit in a row before it. They can settle in more comfortable seating after they grab there drinks, before for now they need to get close enough to order.]

My, my. I never thought a strapping young man would be more defensive and stubborn than a nun! You learn something new every day.

[iconalts]

[Goodness gracious. So much for anonymous encounters when people hardly ever seek to change their appearance! Ah, but it works out for Rin. In fact she rather likes how her targets so far have kept stubbornly to something resembling their original visages. Well, Tohsaka has too, in a sense. She's quite certain this is what she'd look like as a young man just two months from turning 20.

In any case, the princely figure brushes a few strands away from her eyes in a dramatic flourish before smiling down at Weiss with pearly whites flashing.]

You sure can. I was hoping a lovely lady such as yourself wouldn't mind keeping me company. This is my first time in a place like this, and so my nerves are a bit fried. Do you mind just sparing me a few minutes of your night for a chat? Perhaps then I'll have the courage to be a social butterfly rather than a wallflower.

[pyrolyzed]

[ She's lucky that Fuuta already swallowed, so his cheeks aren't full of food when she grabs at his face; instead of looking gross and maximally uncute, he just looks regular uncute and kind of dumbfounded for a moment. At first, because he's not sure if he should be defensive or annoyed or offended. And then because --

she said it. She said the F-word. She said it first. ]

... well. As long as you get it. [ To his very meager credit, Fuuta doesn't kick up a fuss about it. Doesn't even bitch about the grab at his face. He just looks a little flustered and awkward as he bats her hands away, rubbing at his cheeks. ] Too many people go getting the wrong impression of me, y'know, and I'm sick of it.

[ Friends. Yeah, they're friends. It's okay for him to think it too, isn't it. Since she's the one who said it first. It's not that he's assuming too much here.

He's still a little too burnt by the word to say it back himself, but it's probably telling enough that Fuuta's defensive bristling's promptly calmed down, his gaze lingering over her for a moment before he continues eating. ]

So. I'll show up when you wanna do this stuff. Just let me know beforehand so I don't gotta cancel on you last minute. Hate people who pull that shit, it's rude.

[erbe]

[—Oh! Oh, this is. Nice? He didn't make a big deal out of her using that word. He didn't tease her, or even point it out. Suddenly she sighs, exhaling a breath she didn't know she was holding, and returns to her bowl. After eating a few bites she follows up:]

Would you be able to do me a favor? Getting used to a new place is unsettling. Since you're already washed and changed, maybe you can stay over.

[Is she actually worried? No. Does she want to see him leave right after dinner when she just confessed friendship? Also no. Hell no. If he were to leave she'd probably agonize alone all night.]

You won't have to like... spend all that time with me. You're welcome to just rest on the couch and play on your watch and then just join me in bed when you want to sleep.

[Just enjoy the space. The quiet. A private bathroom and the presence of another person just existing in the same vicinity.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ 'Strapping young man' earns a huffed exhale through his nose. It's the sort of thing he knows would be said sarcastically were he in his normal state, but -- whatever. He'll let it slide here. ]

I'm not defensive about anything. It's normal to be weirded out by any guy who thinks it's fine to start a conversation by just grabbing someone's hand, let alone kissing it. You ever heard about a thing called personal space?

[ Fuuta looks away only so he can glance over the little menu displayed on the bartop, placing an order of a cocktail -- the most expensive one on the menu, Rin might note -- before looking back to 'him.' ]

What's your deal, anyway. Even if you're some sort of knight or something, shouldn't you still know to be proper around people?

[pyrolyzed]

[ The fact that she's even framing it as a 'favor' feels unusual. No haughty talk about how it's actually the smarter thing to do, no browbeating about how it'd be a waste of time to go back, nothing like that? Fuuta does raise an eyebrow at that, but still mulling over the (guilty, small, warm, fuzzy) feeling of the fact that she was the one who used the F-word first, he doesn't make any smart remarks.

Just finishes chewing on the big chunk of pork he'd shoved into his mouth, swallows, licks the sauce off his lips, then responds mildly: ]

I don't mind. As long as your room has the extra amenities I can use. I didn't bring a toothbrush or anything, so I'd have to run to the convenience store otherwise.

[ But this room's fresh and new, so he assumes she has everything in stock. A sleepover it is. ]

I stay up kinda late, though. Just so you know.

[schmisse]

[ It is unfortunate that Weiss can't quite figure out the resemblance, because she'd be so embarrassed looking and being so pleased at a stranger suddenly approaching her if she knew it was Rin who did.

Being complimented and liking it? Yes, definitely something that would embarrass her if someone pointed it out. Fortunately, no one is. ]

Sure, I certainly don't mind at all.

[ It's not quite a grin she flashes back, but it is a sweet and inviting smile. Gesturing to the seat next to her with a hand, she makes her invitation formal. ]

Please have a seat. Should we order you a drink, too? I'll ask for the menu.