oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







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[demonicbeauty]

"So what do you find physically appealing, then?" she asked. "As a man?"

She reasoned, after all, that if physical attraction was the first step, one had to be physically attractive. But most humanoid races had very different ideas of what was beautiful. And Ariadne had more experience with Elves and Darucs than Humans. Daruc men seemed to favor powerful legs and broad shoulders. Elf men...it was a little harder to say. They seemed to either love everything about Elf women...or hate everything about Elf women.

Very little middle ground. And no discernable pattern.

But she had a living, breathing (only slightly snarly) male in front of her. She had to gather information.

[venatoris]

"Uh. Well. I guess I like darker hair? Though that doesn't really matter as much as the eyes. I like nice eyes, good lips, long legs..."

Dean, frankly, isn't all that picky.

"I guess it's a whole package. Like you, I think you're beautiful. And not cause you look kinda like Natalie Portman."

[demonicbeauty]

"Natalie Portman?" That was a new one. She'd been called Padmé Amidala plenty. And Jane Foster as well. Now she had to add a third name to the confusion? Or a fourth, if she included her own?

Somehow, a part of her began to wonder if this was a fitting punishment. She'd gone through so much of her life living a face that wasn't truly her own. Now, clearly, she was--pun intended--facing some consequences.

It was an elegant sort of punishment.

Ariadne shook her head. "Who is Natalie Portman?"

[venatoris]

Well damn. He hadn't meant to introduce another existential crisis, but here they are.

"She's an actress. Do you have plays and stuff where you're from? Entertainment kind of thing?"

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne nodded. She quite enjoyed theatre, actually. On those rare occasions when she could sit in on a story or two. They were becoming less frequent, mostly because it was too dangerous to travel. Players were very quickly becoming an endangered species.

But yes, she understood what an actress was.

"A famous actress?" she asked, the corners of her mouth twitching, threatening to break into a smile.

[venatoris]

He nods.

"Yeah, she's pretty famous. That's probably why people keep recognizing you. In...one way or another."

[demonicbeauty]

"Well," she said, "I suppose I should take that as a compliment, then." She giggled, striking a dramatic pose. "In another lifetime, I suppose I would have made a fine performer." She was certainly very good at lying. And that was only half a step away from performing, wasn't it?

That was a nice way of thinking about it.

She leaned back a little, resting her back against the legs of a chair. "I don't mean to completely change the subject, but I've noticed you're complimenting my appearance quite a lot today."