Yes. The mixture includes licorice and chasteberry.
[So: medicinal while also minty, peppery, spice-like and lemony. Includes white waterlily and common rue as well. Each ingredient handled carefully because many can be poisonous (cause gastrointestinal distress) in the wrong doses.]
[ fortunately for... both of them, probably, he'll swallow anything, and isn't deterred by the possibility of getting poisoned. he'll be fiiiiine. when the elevator dings on the eighth floor, he steps out with the intention of following the room numbers... but once the doors open, the smell that comes through is strong. how's she not getting security or at least housekeeping called on her? ]
[The reason he wasn't called until mid afternoon is because she was dealing with house keeping. Having to play up the part of a well-ranked guest that just happens to have ~eccentricity~. Being weird is okay if you have enough status, after all. And while Rank 8 may not be nice enough to have a kitchen, she sure is high enough for a little hamming it up to pass.
By the time he arrives all the "cooking" will have been done anyway. The herbal medicine of anaphrodisiacs mixed with other ingredients in an attempt to make it potent but tolerable. People don't need it to taste like candy, but they at least need the tradeoff to be worth it. She'll wait for his knock at the door. Or text. She's done fiddling with her watch (she hates it) until he arrives.]
[ He arrives soon after that message. In front of her room the smell is definitely the strongest, a pungent odor that isn't really stomach-churning, just a bitterly herbal aroma of the sort that hangs in the air in any traditional medicine store. It's nothing that elicits even a pang of dread or regret as he knocks on her door, which she'll open to find him just as dressed down as in their first meeting. The man seemingly owns nothing but simple black shirts and athletic pants of slight variation.
Having been to the eighth floor already, he'll scan the room's set-up with slight interest. The most curious part of this is the difference in interior design; granted, Twice had a great deal more mess going on in general, but his decoration and furniture were nowhere near as elaborate. Is each room on the upper floors tailored to the inhabitant's taste? Well—maybe, maybe not. He can't imagine what Dabi wants out of his straight-up decadent Tens room.
Brief study concluded, he returns his gaze to Tohsaka and whatever she's concocted. He remains standing, or at most wanders over to whatever ingredients she's left out in the open, hands in his pockets, relaxed and casual. ]
[He'll find that while not in use her cauldron is tucked away in a corner in an attempt to have it take up less space. There is a set of seating furniture — a coffee table, a couch, and some chairs on the opposite side. Laid out on the table is one of the erotic pastries from Great Tit. A cock-shaped donut covered in delicate pink icing filled with vanilla-bourbon fluff which leaks a bit from the tip.
Beside that is a glass of water and a dose of powder. The color is a sickly green with unwelcoming flecks of indigo.]
You'll eat the aphrodisiac donut, and once you start feeling its influence you'll mix the powder with the drink and ingest that. You shouldn't take it right away, because we'll want to mimic the scenario of not being aware that you've been dosed before you take the medicine.
[Today Tohsaka is dressed plainly as well. A simple miniskirt, a buttoned blouse, and an apron. The apron is actually longer than her skirt, so sometimes it may look like she just has the apron and top on. Oh, and her signature thigh highs. Those are a must. Rin takes a seat near the coffee table. She'll want to monitor any side effects and determine whether the dose should be stronger or weaker.]
[ However she'd made the concoction, it seems she's already cleaned up from it. A bit of a shame, if only for his curiosity, but nevermind. He'll lean over the coffee table to see what she's prepared then, studying the gimmicky pastry and what he presumes is meant to be the dose of medicine. He doesn't have to wait long to have his suspicions confirmed on how this will go. Makes sense. ]
Got it.
[ Without waiting for further instructions, he leans down and takes the donut. While there's a quiet sigh, huffed through his nose, at the unfortunate shape (this place really has nothing else going for it, does it?), he doesn't complain; instead, he shoves it into his mouth without hesitation. It's rather... accurate to life, as much as a baked good can be, so the pastry is lengthy enough to squish up against his throat and cheeks in an explosion of cream and sugar. It's sweet, overly so all at once, but his expression is bland as he barely chews and rather swallows most of it intact.
He doesn't know nor really care if Tohsaka had chosen that particular confection for her own amusement, but she'd gotten some kind of show out of it, crude as it may have been. Well, Tomura doesn't really care about table manners either, as he licks the rest of the cream from around his lips. He's not sure he catches all of it—his mouth mostly feels like a sticky mess of sugar and dough, so although it isn't its intended purpose, he reaches for the glass of water to wash it down. Surely getting more water, out of all elements here, wouldn't be a problem. ]
So, now we wait, [ he says, once his tongue is less of a syrupy-sweet wasteland. His eyes turn to Tohsaka, finger jutted at the dish of powder. ] Should I put someone on standby? In case that doesn't work.
[Tohsaka is plenty caught off guard when Tomura downs that donut in one go. Making his cheeks puff out, smearing a mess of creamy white fluff against his lips, and... well... her eyes certainly are drawn to the way his neck muscles stretch and flex to accommodate swallowing the treat. A little color rises to her cheeks as she watches his tongue drag across his lips to clean them. A bit remains at the corner, and — well, the fact that she's a Clubs is of no surprise when a little daydream of him being covered in something less sweet than donut filling briefly pops into her head. Even without the suit, Rin has an overactive imagination.]
[—Ah. He speaks up, and she's pulled out of her thoughts. Thankfully (hopefully) before he notices anything. Rin stands, and swipes the glass so that she may fill it with water again. What's left isn't enough to dissolve the powder.]
Unless you have a problem with me taking care of it, then no. It's my work, so it should be my responsibility.
[Though Tohsaka is acutely aware she doesn't meet a variety of preferences simply by trying her luck around the resort, so she won't be offended if he accesses his watch and needs to call another.]
[ He's sharp in some ways, not so much in others. When the intent isn't downright hostile, he has a way of missing it, as he does with Tohsaka's momentary distraction. If she seems to take a split second to focus, it's quickly written off as she stands to refill the glass with water. In the meantime, he sets the pastry dish back on the coffee table and drops onto her couch, uninvited and making himself comfortable anyway.
Her answer, however—he can't say he had any specific expectations, one way or another, so it's not exactly a surprise. From their exchanges, it had been made clear to him that she isn't wholly opposed to working with the mechanics of the hotel, despite that honors student look and way of acting. Taking the "responsibility" of banging him, huh? That's a funny way of putting it. His own answer to her is an easy one: they're both opportunists, in this regard. ]
I don't. Guess I'll be in your care.
[ His tone is easy and unconcerned. If he would sleep with someone he hates, then he doesn't see why not with someone who has, from his perspective, been comparatively inoffensive. It's not like Tohsaka is hard on the eyes either, though his tastes aren't particularly reliant on looks. No, he's simply curious about her. His eyelids droop, narrowing his gaze as the corners of his mouth tug into a slight grin. ]
Even if it works, would you still want it? My card.
[Now that's an interesting question. Either way, she'd want the payout. After her little kerfuffle of trying scam people and it backfiring on herself... she's in desperate need of the money, and not willing to take chances gambling it at the casino. Tohsaka assumes that as far as the more lucid guests go, she only appeals to a small niche. Even if she wasn't an opportunist, she's not quite able to be picky. Yet there is something she'll want to know before agreeing.]
I suppose that depends, [she replies in a measured voice. Softer than her regular tone as Rin places the now-full glass of water upon returning.]
What's your rank and suit?
[While waiting for his reply she doesn't sit. Instead she stays leaned into his space after putting the glass down, and uses her thumb to swipe up the last bit of cream on his face. Rin brings it to her mouth, and sticks out her tongue to openly taste it while watching his eyes the entire time.
After all, if it works she can have some herself. If it doesn't? The little kick-start of arousal won't be unwelcome if she is to "take care of him".]
[ She'd offered to take responsibility if the anaphrodisiac went wrong, so it isn't his first instinct to assume appearances factor into her "depends." The tone she adopts, however, is calculating, and that makes him inquisitive. He waits—waits for her to divulge what she wants, or what she expects from a tryst between them. For starters, his card, as he offered— ]
Three of hearts.
[ He says it drily, wry grin not at all reaching his eyes. He doesn't even know if the suit designations mean anything at all, and yet he can't help but feel like it's some kind of bad, tasteless joke. A "heart" is the furthest thing he could be—any of the others would've been more appropriate, if only for their lack of common symbology. At least the designation has had no impact, as far as he can tell, and so it simply remains, a thoughtless symbol imprinted on his tongue.
His eyes flicker to follow Tohsaka's movement as she leans in. A diversion to the side that doesn't let him see anyway when her thumb presses against the skin just beneath his lips. She would find him rough, uncared for, but that's how it's always been with him; it doesn't even cross his mind to worry about it as his eyes follow that finger back to her mouth. He hadn't even noticed he'd missed a spot.
It's hard to say if it's just him or if it's the aphrodisiac when some warmth leaks back into his grin. He can't say he's found an opinion of Tohsaka that he's held steady: she seems talented, knowledgeable in the ways of magic (or at least she can talk like it—what does a normie know?), but definitely sometimes foolish and hotheaded in her dealings with her fellow guests at large. Is it something he can really criticize? Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter right now anyway, because all of that aside, here is something of hers Tomura can appreciate.
The daring. The certainty of knowing what she wants and the conviction to take it. Perhaps Tohsaka will turn out to be one of those people who's fun to challenge—but whether or not she wants it is all in her hands now. ]
[Boldly she drops herself down into the seat next to him. Close enough that their legs and arms brush. Especially so when she starts squirming about to undo her apron and toss it over the back of the couch.]
I wouldn't mind adding that to my deck, so consider yourself blessed to add this eight of clubs to yours.
[He's right on all accounts. No matter how careful she is, she's still more reckless than she'd like to admit. Most of her failings actually line up quite nicely with the Clubs suit, so unless it's especially heavy in its implimentation... she'd probably not recognize its influence as foreign. Self aware of her own faults but too proud to do much about them. Continually the subject of her own demise.
Either way, she reaches over into his space again. This time grabbing the powder and a stirring spoon so that she may show him how to create the medicine. She mixes it in two spoonfuls at a time. Careful not to add too much should the power clump and form a hydrophobic surface tension that would make it hard to properly mix.]
[ When she drops in, she comes in close. Despite everything that's happened in this place, from the sex to the rare moments of affection, having someone simply sit down next to him, close enough to touch, is still unusual. Before this resort, he may have found it weird and off-putting from someone he barely knows, but now it's perhaps more of a peculiarity. Not that he particularly prefers it even now, but at least he doesn't edge away from Tohsaka—or rather, only slightly as she wriggles the apron off of herself. ]
"Blessed," huh? [ he repeats back to her, eying her with a wry grin. ] I didn't think you were so selective.
[ Maybe he's teasing her... In the end, it's not like he thinks opportunism is a bad thing. It's the practical way to be, when dealing with this kind of game, and from the way she's talked he assumes she intends to win it.
Maybe he'll ask about that later. It could be beneficial to both of them if their goals aligned in that arena. For now, however, he watches as she reaches over him for medicine and begins to prepare it, a process which he mostly only half-registers. It definitely doesn't occur to him that paying attention is important, and that she's taking it slow for a reason; turns out he's the type who rarely takes medicine and more commonly has it forced down his throat by someone else. ]
[Tohsaka views the idea of personal space just another thing to be controlled. When she was still in school she had created this air about her — a notion of being untouchable. People gave her space, and that's exactly what she needed from them. If any common folk were to learn about magecraft it would be her responsibility to eliminate the threat that someone might reveal the truth. And so when someone takes the initiative and invades her space first, she views herself on the backfoot. However when she initiates, Rin finds herself bolder and more confident.
When the mixture is completely dissolved into the water she relaxes into the seat. Her shoulders and head resting against the back of the sofa and sinking into its cushion.]
Well, that's all done. When you start to feel it, take a drink. If your arousal doesn't dissipate I'll handle it.
Around fifteen minutes, right? I don't feel anything yet.
[ Even if there's any hint of heat, it's too subtle to pick up. Looks like they'll be in for a wait, so he might as well settle in. As comfortable as if the place were his own, he slouches into the couch, crossing an ankle over his knee, and throwing an arm casually over the back. While they might have to wait, there's no shortage of things to discuss, and he speaks to the first point on his mind: ]
And if it works, how long will the medicine effect take to go away?
[ Seems like he should know, if "trading cards" is on the table. ]
[Nothing yet? Hm, maybe he needs a kick-start? No, she can't risk ruining the test. So instead of reaching between his legs, like she had a brief inclination to, Rin simply stretches out like a cat getting comfortable before settling in to rest.]
Five minutes. I've added a bit of caffeine to the mix to encourage its circulation throughout the system so it could be as fast-acting as possible.
[This time she settles in more purposefully to be flush against him - side-to-side. Just short of leaning on him. Casually making herself more comfortable with his body as she may need to become intimately familiar with it later.]
Maybe if I had a more dedicated workshop I could test what specifically they're using as an aphrodisiac to create a neutralizing solution you take prior to a meal, or a more targeted anaphrodisiac. Though The House would probably find me in contempt.
[ If the caffeine is present only in the medicine, the aphrodisiac itself will take a bit longer to circulate. In that case, all they can do is wait, especially if they're not meant to interfere with its effects. ]
So it can kill the aphro effect and let someone get it up again within five? Naturally, I mean.
[ Not that he knows why anyone would take this just to deliberately get themselves horny again. The only reason he considers it at all is in the event they try perform the card swap soon after; most other customers probably wouldn't care at all unless the anaphrodisiac effect lasted some ridiculous length of time. And while he questions on the specifics of snuffing out libido, Tohsaka scoots in close and presses flush against him.
Even being here for several months, this is still territory he finds unfamiliar. Scratch even the idea of high school experimentation and cozying up against a crush; he's pretty sure the amount of non-negative physical contact he's had here vastly exceeds what he's had in his entire life before this. Against a girl he knows (barely), without sex factoring into the equation (yet)? Yeah, he doesn't really know how to respond to that, doesn't wrap an arm around her to invite her in, or settle a hand on her knee as a forward expression of interest. It would defeat the purpose anyway if it'll be interrupted when he takes the medicine, wouldn't it?
It's a logical train of thought in these types of situations that don't always welcome logic. As much as he doesn't push her away nor tense up against her, the vacillation, the questioning can probably be felt in the tilt of his head, the acknowledgment of her presence, but which isn't followed with any significant gesture. Though at least verbally, he replies. ]
If it does, it'd really be backing out of the gambling spirit, wouldn't it? Then again, the House doesn't always take action on the usual things you'd expect.
Well, I suppose that's true. I did hear ab— Oh! Oh, that reminds me!
[Perking up from her relaxed state, Rin animatedly pats his thigh a few times. Not to initiate anything. More as a gesture to get his attention. It seems like the more time she spends with him the more comfortable she is breaking away from her strict image of perfection.]
Next time we chat ask me about what powers this resort. I think I'm getting closer to the answer. After what J said to me and seeing those pods in the maintenance levels I am pretty sure I'm right!
[And look at her now. Puffing out her chest a bit like a proud bird who just finished preening and now looks their absolute best. It seems Tohsaka is quite confident in her hunch, and the level of boasting seems to imply that she didn't have to deviate far from her original assumption.]
[ The excited little pat to his thigh is unexpected, coming from someone who seems so often to favor detachment (or at least feigns at it). With the aphrodisiac making its way into his system, it's inevitable that his body reacts, an ember of arousal simmering away in the pit of his stomach. It doesn't seem like Tohsaka had intended it—really, in the moment she resembles nothing more than a girl excited to share her discoveries. That too is a bit unexpected, in a way that amuses him. She'd turned him down so firmly when he'd offered his company initially, but it seems at least part of that decision has flipped now. He doesn't intend to let the opportunity slip. ]
Why wait? [ Even with the inklings of it making itself known, the aphrodisiac isn't going to kick in sooner no matter the topic of conversation. So, wrily, he adds, ] We can talk business and see if that gets me horny any faster.
[ He has his own share of information as well, and he wouldn't be against trading it up if she decides to play. ]
[The idea that business talk could get someone aroused seems silly, but the thought of making things move along fast does spark a small bit of excitement in her. The hand that had patted his thigh gives a brief squeeze before she shifts in place. Tohsaka will place her hands on his shoulders before swinging her leg around. Properly straddling his lap like mounting the back of a horse.]
Because I don't have confirmation yet, but I'm fairly sure I'll get proof soon. You see... it has a lot to do with the things I was talking about with J when you first reached out to me. There were pods in the maintenance levels, and maybe before our time people were kept in them like batteries. Like that one movie about a simulated universe created so robots could harvest humans.
[She won't actually name drop "The Matrix," but she comes from 2004. Even if she hadn't seen the movie herself she heard about it.]
[ She surprises him again when she takes that half-facetious suggestion to heart. Given their whole experiment, he would've thought they'd let the aphrodisiac do all of the work, but he's not exactly going to complain about it when she throws a leg over his thighs. Especially not when the aphrodisiac is too doing its work. And since this is as clear an invitation as any, short of verbal permission, he follows his inclinations, raising his right hand to the edge of her stockings, a couple of his fingers resting on skin, the rest pressing into silky cloth. For now, his other arm remains draped over the back of the couch, and his eyes on her. They only briefly swing away as he tries to recall any such movie. ]
Maybe I know a movie like that. It's old though.
[ Says a guy who comes from at least a couple hundred years past the 2000s. Then, back on topic, his gaze finds her face again. ]
You said magic is... like an energy or a life force. So the resort uses that to power itself? It takes energy and turns it into... all the stuff that sustains this place?
[ The water, the electricity, the shit that's holding back his Quirk, and the shit that makes repairs whenever he feels like putting a hole through the wall. ]
[With Rin raised up on her knees she gently towers over him. A few locks of her hair falling forward over her shoulder as a hand lifts from Tomura to push away a few locks of messy hair from his face. He's not exactly pretty, but it makes him more acceptable in Rin's eyes. She doesn't deserve anything soft or lovely. No, he's fine just the way he is.]
That energy is probably being funneled first to whatever gathered us here, and only a portion allotted to our "cage". There must be some gain that our captors get out of it. Otherwise there would be no point to keeping us here.
[A thumb is brushed gently over Tomura's lip. Any normal girl might develop callouses and rough hands from the way she devours books or flies through pages of notebooks to keep focus. Not Rin, though. She allows no evidence of her toiling or hobbies to leave their mark on her body (well, aside from the rune she placed on herself). He'll find her in steep contrast to himself: soft and unblemished. By design.]
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you haven't given your room number though
[ he could just Search her... but he prefers not to involve it/answer questions about it for something so mundane. ]
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[She includes her number for him.]
It won't be terribly pleasant, but I assure you it could be worse.
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[ while he's on the way. ]
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[So: medicinal while also minty, peppery, spice-like and lemony. Includes white waterlily and common rue as well. Each ingredient handled carefully because many can be poisonous (cause gastrointestinal distress) in the wrong doses.]
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or drink it
[ fortunately for... both of them, probably, he'll swallow anything, and isn't deterred by the possibility of getting poisoned. he'll be fiiiiine. when the elevator dings on the eighth floor, he steps out with the intention of following the room numbers... but once the doors open, the smell that comes through is strong. how's she not getting security or at least housekeeping called on her? ]
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By the time he arrives all the "cooking" will have been done anyway. The herbal medicine of anaphrodisiacs mixed with other ingredients in an attempt to make it potent but tolerable. People don't need it to taste like candy, but they at least need the tradeoff to be worth it. She'll wait for his knock at the door. Or text. She's done fiddling with her watch (she hates it) until he arrives.]
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Having been to the eighth floor already, he'll scan the room's set-up with slight interest. The most curious part of this is the difference in interior design; granted, Twice had a great deal more mess going on in general, but his decoration and furniture were nowhere near as elaborate. Is each room on the upper floors tailored to the inhabitant's taste? Well—maybe, maybe not. He can't imagine what Dabi wants out of his straight-up decadent Tens room.
Brief study concluded, he returns his gaze to Tohsaka and whatever she's concocted. He remains standing, or at most wanders over to whatever ingredients she's left out in the open, hands in his pockets, relaxed and casual. ]
So, how's this gonna be done?
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Beside that is a glass of water and a dose of powder. The color is a sickly green with unwelcoming flecks of indigo.]
You'll eat the aphrodisiac donut, and once you start feeling its influence you'll mix the powder with the drink and ingest that. You shouldn't take it right away, because we'll want to mimic the scenario of not being aware that you've been dosed before you take the medicine.
[Today Tohsaka is dressed plainly as well. A simple miniskirt, a buttoned blouse, and an apron. The apron is actually longer than her skirt, so sometimes it may look like she just has the apron and top on. Oh, and her signature thigh highs. Those are a must. Rin takes a seat near the coffee table. She'll want to monitor any side effects and determine whether the dose should be stronger or weaker.]
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Got it.
[ Without waiting for further instructions, he leans down and takes the donut. While there's a quiet sigh, huffed through his nose, at the unfortunate shape (this place really has nothing else going for it, does it?), he doesn't complain; instead, he shoves it into his mouth without hesitation. It's rather... accurate to life, as much as a baked good can be, so the pastry is lengthy enough to squish up against his throat and cheeks in an explosion of cream and sugar. It's sweet, overly so all at once, but his expression is bland as he barely chews and rather swallows most of it intact.
He doesn't know nor really care if Tohsaka had chosen that particular confection for her own amusement, but she'd gotten some kind of show out of it, crude as it may have been. Well, Tomura doesn't really care about table manners either, as he licks the rest of the cream from around his lips. He's not sure he catches all of it—his mouth mostly feels like a sticky mess of sugar and dough, so although it isn't its intended purpose, he reaches for the glass of water to wash it down. Surely getting more water, out of all elements here, wouldn't be a problem. ]
So, now we wait, [ he says, once his tongue is less of a syrupy-sweet wasteland. His eyes turn to Tohsaka, finger jutted at the dish of powder. ] Should I put someone on standby? In case that doesn't work.
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Unless you have a problem with me taking care of it, then no. It's my work, so it should be my responsibility.
[Though Tohsaka is acutely aware she doesn't meet a variety of preferences simply by trying her luck around the resort, so she won't be offended if he accesses his watch and needs to call another.]
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Her answer, however—he can't say he had any specific expectations, one way or another, so it's not exactly a surprise. From their exchanges, it had been made clear to him that she isn't wholly opposed to working with the mechanics of the hotel, despite that honors student look and way of acting. Taking the "responsibility" of banging him, huh? That's a funny way of putting it. His own answer to her is an easy one: they're both opportunists, in this regard. ]
I don't. Guess I'll be in your care.
[ His tone is easy and unconcerned. If he would sleep with someone he hates, then he doesn't see why not with someone who has, from his perspective, been comparatively inoffensive. It's not like Tohsaka is hard on the eyes either, though his tastes aren't particularly reliant on looks. No, he's simply curious about her. His eyelids droop, narrowing his gaze as the corners of his mouth tug into a slight grin. ]
Even if it works, would you still want it? My card.
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I suppose that depends, [she replies in a measured voice. Softer than her regular tone as Rin places the now-full glass of water upon returning.]
What's your rank and suit?
[While waiting for his reply she doesn't sit. Instead she stays leaned into his space after putting the glass down, and uses her thumb to swipe up the last bit of cream on his face. Rin brings it to her mouth, and sticks out her tongue to openly taste it while watching his eyes the entire time.
After all, if it works she can have some herself. If it doesn't? The little kick-start of arousal won't be unwelcome if she is to "take care of him".]
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Three of hearts.
[ He says it drily, wry grin not at all reaching his eyes. He doesn't even know if the suit designations mean anything at all, and yet he can't help but feel like it's some kind of bad, tasteless joke. A "heart" is the furthest thing he could be—any of the others would've been more appropriate, if only for their lack of common symbology. At least the designation has had no impact, as far as he can tell, and so it simply remains, a thoughtless symbol imprinted on his tongue.
His eyes flicker to follow Tohsaka's movement as she leans in. A diversion to the side that doesn't let him see anyway when her thumb presses against the skin just beneath his lips. She would find him rough, uncared for, but that's how it's always been with him; it doesn't even cross his mind to worry about it as his eyes follow that finger back to her mouth. He hadn't even noticed he'd missed a spot.
It's hard to say if it's just him or if it's the aphrodisiac when some warmth leaks back into his grin. He can't say he's found an opinion of Tohsaka that he's held steady: she seems talented, knowledgeable in the ways of magic (or at least she can talk like it—what does a normie know?), but definitely sometimes foolish and hotheaded in her dealings with her fellow guests at large. Is it something he can really criticize? Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter right now anyway, because all of that aside, here is something of hers Tomura can appreciate.
The daring. The certainty of knowing what she wants and the conviction to take it. Perhaps Tohsaka will turn out to be one of those people who's fun to challenge—but whether or not she wants it is all in her hands now. ]
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[Boldly she drops herself down into the seat next to him. Close enough that their legs and arms brush. Especially so when she starts squirming about to undo her apron and toss it over the back of the couch.]
I wouldn't mind adding that to my deck, so consider yourself blessed to add this eight of clubs to yours.
[He's right on all accounts. No matter how careful she is, she's still more reckless than she'd like to admit. Most of her failings actually line up quite nicely with the Clubs suit, so unless it's especially heavy in its implimentation... she'd probably not recognize its influence as foreign. Self aware of her own faults but too proud to do much about them. Continually the subject of her own demise.
Either way, she reaches over into his space again. This time grabbing the powder and a stirring spoon so that she may show him how to create the medicine. She mixes it in two spoonfuls at a time. Careful not to add too much should the power clump and form a hydrophobic surface tension that would make it hard to properly mix.]
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"Blessed," huh? [ he repeats back to her, eying her with a wry grin. ] I didn't think you were so selective.
[ Maybe he's teasing her... In the end, it's not like he thinks opportunism is a bad thing. It's the practical way to be, when dealing with this kind of game, and from the way she's talked he assumes she intends to win it.
Maybe he'll ask about that later. It could be beneficial to both of them if their goals aligned in that arena. For now, however, he watches as she reaches over him for medicine and begins to prepare it, a process which he mostly only half-registers. It definitely doesn't occur to him that paying attention is important, and that she's taking it slow for a reason; turns out he's the type who rarely takes medicine and more commonly has it forced down his throat by someone else. ]
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When the mixture is completely dissolved into the water she relaxes into the seat. Her shoulders and head resting against the back of the sofa and sinking into its cushion.]
Well, that's all done. When you start to feel it, take a drink. If your arousal doesn't dissipate I'll handle it.
sorry for the delay, rl kicked my ass
[ Even if there's any hint of heat, it's too subtle to pick up. Looks like they'll be in for a wait, so he might as well settle in. As comfortable as if the place were his own, he slouches into the couch, crossing an ankle over his knee, and throwing an arm casually over the back. While they might have to wait, there's no shortage of things to discuss, and he speaks to the first point on his mind: ]
And if it works, how long will the medicine effect take to go away?
[ Seems like he should know, if "trading cards" is on the table. ]
it's ok, happens to us all u_u
Five minutes. I've added a bit of caffeine to the mix to encourage its circulation throughout the system so it could be as fast-acting as possible.
[This time she settles in more purposefully to be flush against him - side-to-side. Just short of leaning on him. Casually making herself more comfortable with his body as she may need to become intimately familiar with it later.]
Maybe if I had a more dedicated workshop I could test what specifically they're using as an aphrodisiac to create a neutralizing solution you take prior to a meal, or a more targeted anaphrodisiac. Though The House would probably find me in contempt.
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So it can kill the aphro effect and let someone get it up again within five? Naturally, I mean.
[ Not that he knows why anyone would take this just to deliberately get themselves horny again. The only reason he considers it at all is in the event they try perform the card swap soon after; most other customers probably wouldn't care at all unless the anaphrodisiac effect lasted some ridiculous length of time. And while he questions on the specifics of snuffing out libido, Tohsaka scoots in close and presses flush against him.
Even being here for several months, this is still territory he finds unfamiliar. Scratch even the idea of high school experimentation and cozying up against a crush; he's pretty sure the amount of non-negative physical contact he's had here vastly exceeds what he's had in his entire life before this. Against a girl he knows (barely), without sex factoring into the equation (yet)? Yeah, he doesn't really know how to respond to that, doesn't wrap an arm around her to invite her in, or settle a hand on her knee as a forward expression of interest. It would defeat the purpose anyway if it'll be interrupted when he takes the medicine, wouldn't it?
It's a logical train of thought in these types of situations that don't always welcome logic. As much as he doesn't push her away nor tense up against her, the vacillation, the questioning can probably be felt in the tilt of his head, the acknowledgment of her presence, but which isn't followed with any significant gesture. Though at least verbally, he replies. ]
If it does, it'd really be backing out of the gambling spirit, wouldn't it? Then again, the House doesn't always take action on the usual things you'd expect.
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[Perking up from her relaxed state, Rin animatedly pats his thigh a few times. Not to initiate anything. More as a gesture to get his attention. It seems like the more time she spends with him the more comfortable she is breaking away from her strict image of perfection.]
Next time we chat ask me about what powers this resort. I think I'm getting closer to the answer. After what J said to me and seeing those pods in the maintenance levels I am pretty sure I'm right!
[And look at her now. Puffing out her chest a bit like a proud bird who just finished preening and now looks their absolute best. It seems Tohsaka is quite confident in her hunch, and the level of boasting seems to imply that she didn't have to deviate far from her original assumption.]
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Why wait? [ Even with the inklings of it making itself known, the aphrodisiac isn't going to kick in sooner no matter the topic of conversation. So, wrily, he adds, ] We can talk business and see if that gets me horny any faster.
[ He has his own share of information as well, and he wouldn't be against trading it up if she decides to play. ]
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Because I don't have confirmation yet, but I'm fairly sure I'll get proof soon. You see... it has a lot to do with the things I was talking about with J when you first reached out to me. There were pods in the maintenance levels, and maybe before our time people were kept in them like batteries. Like that one movie about a simulated universe created so robots could harvest humans.
[She won't actually name drop "The Matrix," but she comes from 2004. Even if she hadn't seen the movie herself she heard about it.]
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Maybe I know a movie like that. It's old though.
[ Says a guy who comes from at least a couple hundred years past the 2000s. Then, back on topic, his gaze finds her face again. ]
You said magic is... like an energy or a life force. So the resort uses that to power itself? It takes energy and turns it into... all the stuff that sustains this place?
[ The water, the electricity, the shit that's holding back his Quirk, and the shit that makes repairs whenever he feels like putting a hole through the wall. ]
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[With Rin raised up on her knees she gently towers over him. A few locks of her hair falling forward over her shoulder as a hand lifts from Tomura to push away a few locks of messy hair from his face. He's not exactly pretty, but it makes him more acceptable in Rin's eyes. She doesn't deserve anything soft or lovely. No, he's fine just the way he is.]
That energy is probably being funneled first to whatever gathered us here, and only a portion allotted to our "cage". There must be some gain that our captors get out of it. Otherwise there would be no point to keeping us here.
[A thumb is brushed gently over Tomura's lip. Any normal girl might develop callouses and rough hands from the way she devours books or flies through pages of notebooks to keep focus. Not Rin, though. She allows no evidence of her toiling or hobbies to leave their mark on her body (well, aside from the rune she placed on herself). He'll find her in steep contrast to himself: soft and unblemished. By design.]
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