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@meow_wow
28 / male / bisexual / 8♢

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My Self-Summary

Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.

My Future Plans

Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.

My Talents

I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.

As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.

My Ideal Partner

I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.

Height 5'9" Body Type Lean, muscular Smokes Occasionally. Drinks Always a fan of an old-fashioned. Drugs No Sign Someone clarify this for me. Education I was personally mentored. Occupation Doctor Income Well right now that's questionable, isn't it. Children None Pets None Hobbies Mixing cocktails is pretty relaxing.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Mimes, because at least they don't talk.

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates, I guess.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Both.

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Both.

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

83%

introverted

MIND

87%

observant

NATURE

71%

feeling

TACTICS

72%

judging

IDENTITY

68%

turbulent

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[sleepyone]

[Marina watches him with a gentle gaze, just enjoying the little show. Something is very attractive about a man mixing drinks. The careful attention to detail, the focus, the motion of his arms to shake and then pour the cocktail into a delicate glass. She smiles softly to be served, waiting for him to sit before sipping.

Be honest. What a way to start. She hums to sip the drink. Her eyebrow shoot up in a "oh, that's very good" way before she needs to regroup herself and respond.]

I was honest. I think I'm more honest than I get credit for. [a bit of a dodge as she takes a second, larger sip, pushing the drink over to him to share, if he doesn't have his own.]

That is very good, just to my taste. Thank you.

[...]

I have mixed feelings. That's the truth.

[limbical]

You're more honest than most people I've known. Myself included.

[He means that in general but he also knows the difficulty of being forthcoming about one's... difficult history, especially where they're from. Daan takes the glass, having a sip before sliding it back to Marina.]

Good. Glad you like it.

[Daan offers his hand to Marina, which comes more easily to him now to be affectionate.]

Understandable. ...I guess it never really occurred to me to ask each other why, exactly, we were all going to Prehevil. I mean, I know why Olivia went now, but... I haven't asked you yet.

[sleepyone]

You lie through omission. I just lie for fun.

[call that a read on them both, she picks up on people pretty easily.

This, however, isn't very fun to discuss so. She's not lying. There's just no reason to... she'd rather Daan know, the mask of her control she held in Prehevil isn't so necessary for survival.

(What did she just get told? To never be unguarded? Tch, she'll do what she wants. Nobody tells Marina Domek how or who to be.)]

Oh, you can ask if I can ask. Fair?

[limbical]

Mm, you got me there.

[He isn't going to shrug it off. Marina's got his number on that front.]

Of course. I prefer an even relationship between us, Marina.

[sleepyone]

Make yourself a drink also. [She pats his hand, encouraging him to also relax with her.]

I already started so... I'll go first.

[after one more sip of her drink. It is nice to have something to focus on. The unfamiliar taste reminding her she's far away from everything back there now.]

I. [oh, she's already stumbling over where to actually start, this is tougher than expected.] ... I really loved my mother.

She knew when I was born that I'd be miserable if I had to become a Dark Priest. That's what first born boys in my family are supposed to do. She's who decided to raised me as a girl. I knew that was best for me later on my own, but... I only got that chance because of her.

[limbical]

[Well, it's not like Daan needs much convincing. He arranges an old-fashioned for himself before he sits back down across from Marina. As he has a sip, he listens to Marina patiently.]

...Your mother must have loved you a lot, too. She protected you.

[Which, to him, seems all too rare. But it's already clear to him that she loved sincerely to give Marina a chance at freedom. Not enough parents would do so much to protect their children.

He's glad for Marina, but he's also mournful for her; losing her mother must be painful.]

[sleepyone]

She did. We had tough times, but she always made sure I was safe. Saw me off to the Ministry of Darkness when I was able to study away from that awful town. Took the first chance I could to get away from there.

[Which, of course, brings her to her father. Another sip of her drink, tentative.]

You saw what was left of my father, nothing but dead meat fused into the wall in that horrific church. I think I only muttered this then. He was an awful man. Hated the world and everybody in it. Had nothing but cruelty to give and then wondered why nobody loved him back. I don't know why my mother would be with him, would stay when I left. [mixed feelings: anger, resentment (how could her mother be so stupid? Did she love a man like that? Was she just comfortable?) but also guilt (why didn't Marina convince her to leave? Was there anything her daughter could have- should have- done to save her?)]

Dark Priests are just like that. They sell out their humanity, compassion, everything worth living for just for power. Leaves them empty and rotting.

[And Marina's mother saved her from that same fate. Her gratitude is immense, despite any critical feelings she harbors towards her mother, that thankfulness cannot be overstated.]

[limbical]

There's the old saying, I suppose -- love is blind. Whatever she saw in him might have been enough for her. Not that I'm saying she was right.

[Perhaps one day, Daan will see the irony of his own statement. For today, all he thinks of is how his parents supposedly loved him and each other. But like all things tainted by Sylvian, it means nothing.

But he remembers, that mass of flesh fused into the wall. How much Daan sympathized, but he didn't have good words then, lacking proper context. Now, he has it a bit more, and it isn't the loss of her father worth his empathy. Her mother, on the other hand...]

Was it your mother that brought you back to Prehevil, then? I can't imagine you'd have returned to you father.

[sleepyone]

I did return for him. To confront my father. The only letter I ever got from him in all my time away. "Your mother is dead." Cold and crass as ever.

[delicious as it is, Marina wants the alcohol at this point, so she's knocking back the rest of her drink. Maybe it's better if they put the booze at the table and Daan doesn't need to get up and serve her if this keeps happening-]

You know much about blood magic, Daan? Not really in the medical sphere. Quite the opposite. [Gro'goroth to the Sylvian he knows regrettably well, opposite sides of the coin]

[limbical]

Well, that'd be hell of a way to get you to do a homecoming.

[He has another sip, then slides his old-fashioned over. Look, he gets it. It's probably not quite to her taste, but he isn't going to refuse her.]

Mm, maybe more than the average person. Which isn't saying a lot. I'm sure you could tell me more.

[sleepyone]

I don't know. Maybe he didn't want me back. That only reason to return was gone, but... [Marina doesn't mean to seem like a lush, like someone who can't get through a tough conversation without boozing, but... Daan made the drinks. They are a comfort. A pleasing balm to mind and emotion. She sips his when offered.]

Oh, that's very nice, too. [whiskey has a lot of flavor compared to vodka, but the burn of it is appealing to Marina. That really clears the mind.]

It made me suspicious, that letter. He was practicing blood magic in that church. So many of those rituals... They require the blood sacrifice of someone who loves you. If he had anybody like that, it was my mother.

[limbical]

[Sometimes, a solid drink helps if nothing else. Besides, of the two of them, Daan is most certainly the lush anyway. No judgment here.]

It's called an old-fashioned. Surprised you care for it, but maybe I'm just very good at mixing. [He says it a tad wryly, but lets her go back to explaining.

It would make sense, if that is indeed how blood magic works. From Daan's very brief understanding of it, all he knows is that it contains some manner of sacrifice, but beyond that he admittedly has no idea. Marina is more educated to know.]

I'm sorry, Marina. [Daan is voice is a bit softer.] Not really about your father specifically, of course. I'm... all too familiar with shitty parents. But your mother... well. I can only imagine losing someone who really loved you...

[Daan trails off for a moment before he continues.] I can see why you made that conclusion. I can't see a reason to particularly argue it.

[sleepyone]

Oh, just about anything tastes better than cheap beer from a trashcan. [she shakes her head briefly, catching herself]

Not to diminish you. Sorry. You made it with care. It would be good no matter what.

[A swirl of the drink before she passes it back to him, not wanting to rob him of what he made for himself. She puts an elbow on the table and leans into her hand, looking to the "window". It is convincing, having real depth to it. Can fool her sometimes, if she lets it. Nice to think they aren't in a gilded cage, that there is a world beyond the resort. She can suspend her disbelief.]

Won't ever know now. Whatever ritual he did must have failed- or killed him long before I got there. Judging from that flesh pillar. I just... have to grant my own closure, huh?

[limbical]

You're fine. I'm glad you like it, and I kinda deserved that potshot for denying you before.

[No harm done, and he means that.

Daan considers a moment. Once again, he is quietly impressed by Marina's strength, her resilience; to just be willing to let go of the questions she may never have answers to. As for him, Daan can't, he just can't. It kills him not knowing the truth about Elise, especially after the things they experienced in Prehevil.

If only he could have half of Marina's strength.]

...If it helps you move on. You deserve happiness, Marina. Here, if that's what you want, or wherever. You're your own woman.

[sleepyone]

Telling you helps. Thank you for listening. Takes some weigh off my shoulders... [which she literally shakes out, straightening up and standing from her seat. She spins to his little bar, eyeballing what booze he has stocked. She plucks the whiskey she saw him use for his drink and brings it over, sets it on the table.

Before she can sit, Marina jolts slightly in place from a surprise knock at the door. R, right. Room service.]

Let me get it! You sit tight. [She's already up! Marina twirls again and scampers over to the door to field the staffer pushing a tray in. He's shooed away and she'll close the door, pushing the food cart the rest of the way to their little table, throwing herself back into the seat]

I just realized how hungry I am. What is a beef welltown? [she can't remember quite what he called it]

[limbical]

Of course. I'm grateful for your trust, and that I can be here for you. [what else is a bestie for

Daan definitely has an assortment of liquor at their disposal, a nice gift that Cloud had helped purchase for him when he promised to make him cocktails. So, really, he can make a number of things for her, but another time. Maybe when they have something to celebrate, for a nice change of pace.

The knock earns his attention, but he stays seated at Marina's insistence. He's eyeing the cart with a hint of excitement; he's been looking forward to this all night.]

Beef wellington. It's a tender cut of beef that's been seared and slowly roasted, wrapped in minced mushroom, prosciutto, and pastry. This should also come with a gravy and roasted potatoes. I probably should have gotten us some kind of vegetable as a balanced meal but... fuck it, honestly.

[Daan removes the lid, revealing their plates with a curl of a smile. Fuck, that smells good. He puts one plate down before Marina, and the other to himself.]

We'll see how you like the taste of the rich bastards of Rondon, hm?

[sleepyone]

[Marina does take a deep breath in of that smell. Mmmm, yeah, that is very nice. Seeing meat with a pastry around it is definitely interesting. Who would come up with something like that? It's so.... extra!]

Oh, how posh, indeed! [but her eyes are bright to be served a plate for herself, not sure what to even pluck up with her fork first.

While she considers that, she pours some straight whiskey into her... martini glass. It looks funny, but a glass is a glass! It does it's job no matter what is most proper.]

Prehevil had awful food, even when it wasn't wartime hell. Vatican City was much better for cuisine, at least, when we weren't on rations. [she takes of sip of that pure whiskey and it sends a shiver through her and back up. Oh, without the ice, sugar syrup, bitters, and cherry on that it is definitely not so enjoyable to her! She coughs lightly away from the food.]

[limbical]

Vatican City food's excellent when it's not during a war. They have something similar here, I noticed.

[He can't help but crack a little smile at the reaction she has to just plain, straight whiskey.]

Here now. You eat a bit, and I'll make us both an old-fashioned, hm? [Daan tops off his own glass, then takes the whiskey she's poured for herself so he can step away to do some mixing. It's his favored drink, and frankly he's glad to make it again for himself, and to share with Marina.

He returns, even if it feels like a sin to present it in a martini glass for Marina, but he's put in a garnish of a maraschino cherry.]

See if that's more to your liking.

[sleepyone]

Oh, I've been eating lots of pasta. Maybe my ribs won't show soon. [she chuckles along, happy to again watch Daan go mix a drink for her. Her eyes follow his hands at work; pouring, measuring, stirring. Men and their nice hands... she might have a thing about it. Hmm.

She does as he says, cutting a piece of meat for herself, sure to get the pastry along with it. No gravy to start off, she'll try it with that later. The meat is so tender! Juicy and red! Not stodgy or tough like it would so often get cooked at home.

It goes in her mouth and practically melts. Her eyes are wide at it, oh...]

Mmm!! Mm, mm, mm..! Daahn- [oops, her mouth is full- she chews and swallows behind a hand. Her feet kick beneath the table. The picture of a contented girl,] -that's so good..!

[limbical]

Anything's a step up from all the garbage we found in Prehevil. And war rations. Running water's pretty nice as a luxury, too.

[Years of training and being molded prepares Daan as he delicately cuts into his, but he watches Marina fondly as she digs in. Honestly, he doesn't really care about her lack of manners, and he's more just honestly glad she's enjoying herself.]

You can see why this ended up as one of my favorite meals, then. There's nothing quite like it. Most other meats are like tough old fucking boots in how they're prepared. [or they were just insanely unlucky, but y'know]

[sleepyone]

[Marina is devouring her food, though it's clear she's also trying to slow down and enjoy it. There's effort to it, warring against how much she's enjoying the moment. Her legs swing beneath her seat, her shoulders and head bob back and forth lightly. She's in her own little world of enjoyment!

Right, Daan made her a new drink. She sips the old fashion and that's get an approving nods.]

That's better, more sweet! [-Oh, hmm... there's a moment of realization that seems to wash over her. An uncommon self consciousness for the confident Marina Domek. Her face flushes, like she's been caught out by herself. She eyes Daan like she fully expects him to make fun of her, tease her for seeming childish again. Like most people in Europa, she had to grow up too fast. It does embarrass her when it shows.]

[limbical]

[Instead of teasing, he just has a fond smile as he cuts into his beef wellington, calmly taking his bites. He remembers the first time he had a proper meal at the von Dutch estate; it wasn't this, but it was still more than anything he'd ever had. The baron, with amusement, would remark he ate like a starving alley cat; Daan hated the comparison, but kept his mouth shut because he couldn't risk being thrown out.

Let her enjoy herself to her fullest.]

So you prefer sweet things. Noted. [That's as far as he gets to teasing her, and his smile is fond.] There are a number of cocktails that are incredibly sweet. I made one for Cloud that can taste like chocolate cake, so we'll have to try that with you sometime.

...Personally, I find sweet things a bit overwhelming, but I assume that's because I didn't have any of that until I tried it when I was-- what, 18? Something like that. It was too much for me. So I need to pair it with something else, usually.

[sleepyone]

[Ah.

He's sweet. He's sweet to her. She recognizes and appreciates that, letting her suddenly manifested guard back down. It comes and goes, a moment a vulnerability where she braces herself for hurt. Yet, here, it doesn't happen.

Marina just listens to him talk, passing through the moment with his odd, yet caring grace. What a cool guy.]

Oh, that sounds like a dessert. Something for after dinner. [Cloud, though,]

Are things still good with him? He likes you. [emphasized with the weight only a teenage girl can imbue that word with] You should have seen the look on his face when I called you for breakfast.

[limbical]

Then I'll make it for you. See how you like it.

[Right. Daan can't blame her for asking, he brought up Cloud first. There's a pause, and he sets down his silverware.]

...We caught up later in the evening. He took me out.

Trust me, I've picked up pretty strongly how he feels. That is not a subtle man. [And, really, Daan wants to let himself like him back, but...]

I should cure him of that.

[sleepyone]

Oh? [there's something distant in her expression to hear that, a cold surprise. Maybe she's misunderstanding the implication there, she asks frankly,]

Are you sick of him?

[Daan sounded so smitten last time. Then brought him up unprompted. There's something sad about that to Marina, she hopes he'll say no.]