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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.

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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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GAME 52

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Comments

[limbical]

I suppose it wouldn't be very equal in that case, would it?

[The feeling is mutual, Daan thinks, because he's never had a friend before her. Or a best friend, even. But he has found himself a strong bond with her, through both their sufferings in Prehevil and adapting to this strange resort.

Daan wants her to thrive. He really does.]

You'd have to do some seriously heinous shit to make me stop liking you, Marina. And you aren't that kind of person.

...I'm here. I promise.

[sleepyone]

Thank you... for saying that. [Marina echoes back to him, something she remembers him saying to her in all sincerity, before she melted down. She sits up in bed and pulls her legs up close to her chest, folding her hands over her knees...]

I reacted like that because... I can be that kind of person. Usually, I'm so sure sure of who I am. Then I'll slip up. [she sighs, closes her eyes, rests her head on her hands. She's very tired, Daan. Not from one bad night, but from so, so many. Not as many as him, but again, not a competition of suffering.]

Do something he would do. Reminds me that that blood is my blood... [it stops with her, she thinks. The world would be better with fewer Dark Priests in it. The Domek's end with her. Last stop on the train.]

[limbical]

Marina.

[There's a sigh as Daan pushes himself up to sit next to her, a deep frown on his face. He shakes his head and looks down at his hands.]

...We're not bound to behave in ways because of our blood. We're bound by what we learned by those who were supposed to love and teach us. [He pauses, scowling, biting hard on his lower lip before he shakes his head.]

I wanted... to do anything but be anything like my parents. When I escaped that life, I was so grateful. I didn't bother with using a Sylvian circle for myself because I wanted to do anything that would keep me from having to crawl back to her.

...But I wasn't gonna leave you hurt like that when we encountered that cat. And we didn't have a choice but to rely on magic when there were so little actual medical supplies. That doesn't... make me like them. And you aren't your father. You reacted in a way because it's what you learned.

[Daan looks at her now.] I respect you so much because you don't let people tell you who you are. Questioning yourself is... natural, I think. [he does it all the damned time] But you are Marina, you don't let anyone tell you what to do, and you are compassionate when someone needs it. And you're also a troublemaker when it suits you.

[sleepyone]

[When Daan sits besides her, she doesn't take her hands from her knees, but she will scoot to tuck herself beneath his arm. She lays her head on his collar, taking to the affection like a dried out plant to fresh rainfall.

Hearing out everything he has to say, she also tries to absorb that. Up through the roots of her, really taking it all in. Daan's so smart and being called compassionate by someone like him feels like a real compliment. If she could learn more of that from him, she'd proudly say she was taught by the best.]

I just... really thought I knew better. I'm disappointed in myself. [she'll work through it, but it feels like a open wound. Or maybe it's just tender as a bruise...]

The first night here, I met Artemy at dinner. We were talking and I explained... that Dark Priests have to sell out their humanity for their studies. He asked me if I gave anything of myself away like that, for what I learned. Didn't really answer him. Didn't think I really had. [a shaky breath falls out of her. Is she going to admit this to him?]

... imagining you becoming the Pocketcat... that broke my heart. A, and I couldn't even cry for you. I didn't cry for my mother, either. [Doctor, I think something is wrong with me]

Feeling like I lost some part of myself. I don't know when or where. Or how to get it back, Daan.

[limbical]

[Idly, he brushes his fingers through Marina's hair, away from her face and to tuck behind an ear.]

...We've had to deal with a lot. All of us. You, Olivia, and me. I don't know that we know how to react to things like the average person anymore, to be honest.

I wish I could advise you better than that. But talking to each other... maybe that's the first step for us.

Just don't beat yourself up about it too much. We just have to try harder to be better, I guess.

[sleepyone]

[Her arms finally fall away from herself, reaching to hug him beneath both arms. Snaking up his back and pressing her fingertips into him. It feels so safe to hold him close and be held by him.]

I want to be that free, [she admits, voice aspirational with such a strange ambition as this one] I want to sob and scream and make a fuss... anything but that horrible, rotted out numbness.

[a squeeze for him, saying with a return to her usual confidence]

You deserve someone who will cry for you, Daan. You're worth crying over.

[limbical]

[With some more ease over the course of time, Daan returns the embrace, gently placing his hand to her back.]

...Healing from that will be hard.

But I have complete confidence in you, Marina. You're so damned strong. Don't underestimate yourself.

[Daan frowns faintly.] I struggle to see that the way you do, if I'm gonna be honest.

[sleepyone]

I want to get better, doctor.

[she says in that "teasing, but the truth is there" way of hers.

She doesn't want to be the kind of hollow person her father was, the person he would have had her be. A cocoon with nothing of Marina left inside, everything worthwhile eaten away. That isn't her fate.

Daan's fate shouldn't be to become such a monster, either. She'll cherish him and keep him safe so that doesn't happen, she's dedicated. No convincing her otherwise, stubborn girl.]

Take it as a compliment. Sheesh.

[limbical]

You will. You're one of the strongest people I know.

[At this point, Marina knows a decent gist of Daan's history, why he went to Prehevil, and still she is dedicated to being his friend. He struggles to see that worth, but he can't argue right now. He's too damned tired.]

That you'd let your makeup run if you could for me? Hmm, I see your point.

[sleepyone]

[She's tired, too, but holding him like this is all she wants to do about now.]

Oh, no. Real ugly crying. Mascara stained tears and wailing and messy, ragged hiccups. Whole nine yards. [she chuckles lightly, knowing just how odd it must sound that she wants that for herself. Marina wants that kind of heights of emotion. Something about it seems respectful,]

That would do justice to my feelings about losing you. Nothing short.

[limbical]

I'd be utterly honored for such a display of mourning. [His tone is wry, but he does understand, a little. Most of the time, he's been focusing hard on his own survival, unable to bother with mourning much else except when he found Elise.

Though he'd certainly gotten close during his outing with Cloud in the Smoked Egg.]

Mm. Well... if nothing else, I seem to have some time here.

[Time enough to make peace with.]

[sleepyone]

You'd better be.

[Honored, that is. She butts her head in him before relaxing again, nuzzling his collar and chest, fitting neatly into the spot. Funny that she finds such comfort in him as this.

They really did go through hell and emerge from the other side forever changed... but at least it's together.]

Let's never go back. We can stay here and play... and if you do need answers, maybe your wish can go towards that. Or something even better, if it's really true we get one. [What would Marina wish for, if she could get every card? She hadn't actually thought it through. Definitely not go back to Europa.]

I will wish for you to make it through everything and find happiness, Daan. You deserve it. [not I would, but I will, it's a promise and a threat!]

[limbical]

[Truthfully, he didn't foresee himself as being a source of decent comfort, but he can't question the way Marina holds onto him. He won't argue that -- not that arguing would get anywhere with Marina in the first place.]

...Cloud wants to take me back to where he's from. [There's a hint of amusement to go with his fondness.] I don't know how I feel about staying here. It's not completely awful, but... [Daan shrugs helplessly.] It's certainly a step up from anywhere we've been to.

[He doesn't have anything waiting for him anyway.]

Marina... [Daan grimaces.] Well, I'd tell you not to waste your wish, but I don't think you'd listen to me.

[sleepyone]

It wouldn't be a waste. You are not a waste. [she reaffirms, because Daan does have that right, arguing with Marina is a hassle. He might have gotten his way in the Bop, but she's more stubborn than ever towards him.]

But talk about selfish, that man you like. [she says dryly, more clearly teasing after] Claiming you all for himself!

I'd just have to follow along and spoil your fun. [it's too needy of her to speak so plain, but don't leave her, Daan. Not before she can mourn properly.]

[limbical]

[Yeah, that's what he thought. Arguing is going to be a pointless venture right now, and Daan doesn't have it in him to try at the moment. Instead, he sighs, combing his fingers gently through her hair.]

Heh. ...He has a crush. He'll get over it. [Gently, he ruffles Marina's hair before going back to combing it through.]

I wouldn't tell you "no", though.

[sleepyone]

Tell me "no" when it really matters. [Daan should feel every right to deny her, to not just bend and compromise and sacrifice himself.]

Always getting my way is a real bore.

[limbical]

Oh, don't worry. I'll refuse you when it counts for sure.

Like if I think you're going to do something exceptionally foolish.

[sleepyone]

You know, you could stand to give a warning. Not just wait and watch until the last minute scramble to stop me. [Daan really will just let people cook a while before saying anything. Maybe he shouldn't let Henryk do that at his bar-]

But that's not as fun, huh? Pssh... being responsible.

[limbical]

You're a smart girl, aren't you? You really need me to hold your hand like that?

Being responsible isn't so fun, you know.

[sleepyone]

It's nice, sometimes. Having your hand held. [she reaches for his, wanting to lace their fingers together, pull the collective jumble of their hands and arms to his chest and give his knuckles a kiss]

Keep an eye on me and I'll keep an eye on you.

[limbical]

Mm. [His expression softens, glancing down at their hands, as if he could see where she'd left her kiss.]

I can agree to that.

[sleepyone]

Deal. [She says, leaning to seal that with a kiss, but...

God, their breath is not good. She shakes her head, chuckles lightly, squeezes his hand in hers.]

Can I shower here with you? We're all gross. [Marina knows her room is only a few doors down, but listen... it's not about that. Her urge to run off has completely collapsed in on itself and now she doesn't want to leave his side for a long while longer.]

[limbical]

Ugh, I know. But it was worth laying down with you.

[instead of sharing a kiss, he pecks her forehead.]

Come on. I've got room for two. I'll even be nice and scrub your back.

[sleepyone]

[Marina tilts into him with one last nuzzle before the part. A silent "thank you for staying" because it does really mean a lot to her that he had. If she'd run off or he'd left her in his room, not wanting to deal with her breakdown, it would have really hardened her heart.

She doesn't need to get any tougher, she's had enough.

Finally peeling herself away from him, Marina stretches out as she gets her feet beneath her. Sore muscles will really be helped by some hot water and steam, she thinks, a back rub, too.]

Only if I get to wash your hair. [she's not actually calling him greasy, she just thinks that's a nice thing to do for someone. Who wouldn't like fingers massaging their scalp and tending to their hair for them? It's such a nice feeling...

Marina will be following him into the bathroom if he goes along.]

[limbical]

[Daan reaches for her hand, gently squeezing it.]

It's a deal.

[And thus does Daan indeed lead the way, and fortunately he has a whole assortment of hygienic products at their disposal. After turning on the shower, he quickly gets undressed and slides into the shower.]