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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 PlansIs 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?
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 FoodUnfortunately 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!
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.
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
ISTP-T
★★★☆☆
Kind of vanilla, but fun to tease. Would like exploring more of what can make him squirm, and hear him beg.
★★★★☆
Exciting and experimental. I guess I do like girls too, huh? Maybe we can incorporate magic next time.
★★★☆☆
Interesting. Curious about his body. Am I... a furry? Is that what you call it?
★★☆☆☆
Annoying, but workable. Mediocre, but because she's too vanilla and not entirely on technique.
★☆☆☆☆
Absolutely atrocious. Wish I could give negative stars. No more to say.
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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?
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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?
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[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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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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? ]
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[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.
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eventually, he wagers, ]
You trust them.
[ their captors. their puppeteers. at least, in this one thing, rin seems to trust them. ]
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[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.]
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[ 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?
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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.]
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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?
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["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?
cw: suicidal ideation
If it were up to me, Miss Rin, I wouldn't exist at all.
[ it's a very plain tone for a statement that would otherwise hold some weight. but he had already told her his circumstances the other day; dead, with all he had to live for either gone along with him, or better off without his presence pulling in more bad luck. ]
But I've been told the house doesn't like to follow rules, and they'd just bring me back again.
[ he thumbs at a crumb he feels lingering at the corner of his lips. ]
So here I am.
[ existing, as it were. for what reason? more atoning? but there are no twilights here. he'd had plenty of quiet nights to think it all through, and all he isn't any closer to an answer. ]
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[Mostly because she cannot imagine it herself. Not having a goal or ambition seems so alien to her. Tohsaka is a driven person. Perhaps it's to avoid dwelling on the past. If she's always looking to the future then she doesn't have time to lament her failings or wallow in "what might have been".
She takes a bite of her scone while waiting for him to reply. Perhaps "content" was the wrong word originally. It seems he is more in a state of resignation. Before he has a chance to answer the server comes by with the tiered sandwich plate. It looks much like a tiered cupcake display: fanciful gold plated structuring holds decoratively floral porcelain. Atop which set little sandwiches that have the crust delicately removed and portioned into small rectangles that may only take a bite or too. The way everything is piled and stacked is generous, but each portion individually being dainty fits the style of the shop.
Only when the server leaves does she follow up — making sure her question isn't avoided:]
It's fine if you haven't thought that far ahead. I simply wish to know since a life without a goal is beyond what I can relate to.
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eventually, he sighs, seeming to come to some kind of decision. ]
I have no plans to go home, and no wish that couldn't potentially ruin what I've left behind. So there's be no point in completing my deck. I'll play the game if I'm made to, to avoid any repercusions I wouldn't be able to walk back from, but as far as I'm concerned, this isn't some vacation, or a sorry excuse for a third chance.
[ third? ]
So, yes. I guess I am just taking it day by day.
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I see. Then you wouldn't mind just becoming an asset to someone else? As long as it doesn't deepen the well of your sins, you're content with people drawing from you?
[This is not an accusation, but instead an "interview". An unspoken, "Can I call upon your services?" After all, sometimes it's a boon to work with someone who stands as total opposite to yourself. Hell — sometimes it's great just to have a person around who's tall enough to reach the top shelf without a step-stool.]
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Do you have use for someone like me, Miss Rin?
[ well, they may as well cut to the chase. she finds him now in an odd juncture of his life, his non-life. he both knows who he is and what he's good for, but set adrift by the circumstances of this new situation and the very complicated one that he'd left behind. an unanchored ship, that'd once had only one direction to ever sail towards... or perhaps, more accurately, a weapon without any hand to wield it.
there is very little else he could do that would affect the depth of his sins. but she's right in assuming he would rather not cause more hurt, if he could. ]
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[Is... is she calling "dibs"? Tohsaka reaches out to grab an egg-salad sandwich. When she bites down into the morsel the look on her face seems to show she thinks it's the most delightful snack before following up.]
The real question is this: if I were to call on you, would you answer?
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he ducks his head, reaching out to help himself to one of the same type of sandwich she'd just indulged in. it's far smaller in his hands, possibly easily consumed in just one bite if he wanted. but he takes a small nibbling along a sharp corner all the same, as if just to test it out.
his expression isn't nearly as emphatic as hers, but she'd been right; it is a most delightful snack. ]
If you need me, I'll find a way to get to you.
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I look forward to working with you.
[Yet a part of Rin cannot help but feel somewhat gutted. Stomach turning at the fact that her heart longs to hear those words again from another mouth. It's absurd, really. She only knew her familiar for the better part of a month. Yet their pact made it feel so much longer than that. At this point? She's been at the Golden Peacock longer than the days she spent enduring the Holy Grail War ten times over. Perhaps it's simply that she feels lonely with no one who truly knows her. Isolation of her own making.
After finishing her sandwich, Tohsaka washes it away with the last of her tea and stands. Carefully the young woman sidles out of the booth — leaving Marco with the majority of the tea sandwiches, the rest of the tea, and two more scones.]
Consider the extra here an advance. Everything is already charged to my watch, so stay as long as you like and make sure to have them bag the rest. You lie to them and say I requested to have any leftovers brought to my suite.
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he sets the cup down just as she turns to him one last time, leaving room for a faint smile on his lips. ]
Thank you, Miss Rin.
[ for the food, for the consideration. for giving him the space to think about all this. perhaps a wiser man would have thought twice about signing himself away again but — this time had been entirely his choice. that alone feels like it makes all the difference he needs. ]
I hope to hear from you soon.