guess who!

[bronze]

what's this? it seems like there's a board game for you and a friend to play — one guess who, featuring all the guests currently in saltburnt! post a blank top-level with your character and play the game in the comments, keeping your assigned character in mind (you'll want a different character for each thread, fyi!).

for ease's sake, all threads will be outside of the au event 🖤

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[masticated]

[why is he here. why did he get stuck playing this stupid game.

hello anora. henry saber is here to brighten your day!]

Is your person someone who looks like they refold their napkin at the dinner table when they're done?

[haggle]

( unexpectedly, she barks out a laugh. a reward, bonus points, for creativity. none of that do they have a beard? shit. )

Christ, no. I hope not. Is yours your type?

( even if she's categorized that as somewhere in the vague realm of alive and breathing and within five feet of saber. )

[masticated]

[her laugh gets him grinning, but he lacks a certain salaciousness that comes with his territory.]

Fuck yeah, they are. Could your person take me in a fight?

[haggle]

( she leans back, like she's making an assessment — weighing the odds of a bet between two cage-fighters. a twist of her head for a better angle. a squint of her eyes flickering over him. )

Yeah, probably. ( her smile is less bared, mean teeth. more the amused glint of something conspiratorial. ) Do we work with 'em?

[masticated]

No shit? Okay, okay. Hold on, I gotta look at these guys.

[quick glance up. he says guys on purpose, wondering if he'll get a hint from her face without a question and double up on answers.]

Sure do work with them last time I checked. Are they taller than me?

[haggle]

( ani's used to guys who hunt her for freebies, guys who make their own decisions based on their translations of her body language. his only clue: a widening twitch of her smile. could mean warmer, could mean colder. could mean she's bloodthirsty in competition, and has the sense she's on the right trail. )

No. Shorter. Is she blonde?

[masticated]

Shorter and could take me in a fight? Bullshit, unless–

[ani what the fuck. now he has to think of every single person shorter than him in saltburnt which is enough to make him pause. but he doesn't want her to win.]

Fuck. Yes, Ani, she's blonde. [stalling. he knows she knows his 'type' are women, any kind of woman, so he gave himself away there.] Do they have short hair?

[haggle]

( buffy, freya. freya, buffy. a coin flip to victory. she grins, ear to ear, horizon or horizon. )

Nah, they could definitely give you a fucking run for your money, babe.

( a free enough hint. how's that for charity? )

Hair's nowhere close to short. ( then, with a stretching smile, ready to pounce: ) Is it Buffy?

[masticated]

[is now an appropriate time to start crashing out because he lost a dumb little game

no. he runs his hand over his face, next words muffled by his palm.]

Yeah, it's Buffy. She could give me a run for my money, I bet. Actually, she already has thanks to you.

[puffing out his cheeks and squinting down at her board.]

Was it Shadowheart?

[haggle]

Fuck yeah. Reigning champion, babe. Undefeated record. You can call me Your Majesty from now on.

( local man on the verge of crashing out over party game. local woman celebrating like she won the fucking lotto over dumb little game, bouncing girlishly in her seat. a dark curtain of hair swishes over her shoulder, flicked like confetti, for good measure. she settles down with a fading twinkle of a laugh. )

Warmer. You really wanna know the answer, detective? ( she winks, playful. ) It was me.

[masticated]

Uh-uh, no way, we're goin' again.

[excuse to keep hanging out with her or his competitive streak? probably both, especially at her little confession.]

Of course it was you. I should've guessed when you said they could take me in a fight. Humans can't take me in a fight. [he waves at her board impatiently.] C'mon, go. I'm winnin' the next one.

[haggle]

Uh, I'm not human. I'm a fucking goddess.

( get that sorted, saber. thanks. )

Yeah, sure. ( yeah, sure she'll play. yeah, sure he'll win. ) Is yours an ugly motherfucker?

[masticated]

Fine, whatever you want. Goddess suits you better than 'Your Majesty'.

[he is entirely too focused on the game now!!]

Nah. Is yours someone you'd go on a date with?

[haggle]

I love it when you say that.

( whatever you want. magic to her ears. she lets the smugness inch away just long enough for: )

Yeah. ( a flick down to her pieces, nails clicking against each in consideration. ) Do you like yours?

[masticated]

[he'd usually have a line for that, worked up and over so he sounds smooth and somehow classless at the same time. but he doesn't have anything for her, only a twitch of his lips like he's forgotten himself.]

I don't like people, Ani. And I definitely don't like people I don't know. [has she met him? get with the program!] Does yours have full lips? The kind you wanna kiss all day.

[haggle]

Damn, okay. Chill.

( her palms splay up, the universal sign of — well. never surrender, in ani's case, but pacification. helpfully, she does not add explosives onto the powder keg by sprinkling on: and go listen to some linkin park or something, even if she is very much thinking it. )

So, you don't know them. ( a helpful hint can be still scavenged from all of that. she squints at her little pictures, mentally knocks out anyone from the hex club and its buzzing group chat. snorts out a laugh, privately amused, when she answers, ) You wouldn't think so. Trust. Is yours someone important?

[masticated]

This is me more chill than you've ever seen me in your damn life.

[it's true. he's focused on something other than trying to get in her pants or get a reaction out of her. well, mostly.]

Not like yours then, huh? [snarky, playful. she's got some of the best around.] Currently important? Uh, maybe. They got that look about 'em you know? I bet you do, you're a smart girl. Have they been here a while? Longer than you and me.

[haggle]

( a meaningful flash of a look, the non-verbal equivalent of: sure, jan. last she checked, saber was manufactured without the chill button in his settings. )

Please. No one's got a mouth like mine. ( physically speaking. spiritually speaking, too. ) Nah. Shorter than you and me. You think I could take yours in a fight?

[masticated]

Damn right they don't. [some life is returning to him, clearly, when he flashes her a grin.] Thin lips and no clue what's really goin' on, got it.

[poking absentmindedly at the faces on his board, squinting, like they hold a secret.]

Ah-huh, I think so. Bet they'd make it hot. Are they military?

[haggle]

( that's more like it. she rasps out a laugh — could be the side commentary, could be the bet they'd make it hot. trademark fucking saber. )

Okay, you little fuckin' perv. ( she slaps down, theatrically, another few tile cards. ) Military, yeah. Is she wearing her hair up in her pic?

[masticated]

[he stretches one leg out so he can tap her shoe with his. getting a little too confident, probably.]

You love me.

[tick tick tick goes all the cards he can rule out.]

No, they are not. [nice try, ani!] You can't get me with that shit. Do we work with this mystery guy?

[haggle]

( yeah, there he is. her favorite mangy mutt of a nuisance. she thwacks down a handful of cards, deliberately ignoring one accusation for the other. )

You can't blame a girl for trying, right? ( a flutter of her eyelashes, beating against her cheeks. speaking of traps: ) Yeah, we work with them. Is yours older than me?

[masticated]

A girl's always gotta try. [a scoff:] I think they're older than me.

[which is a trick of an answer. nobody knows how old saber really is (even saber) except for cellar- potentially. neon might know better than her. now he's doing exactly what she did, narrowing the choices down to two...jake or riley.]

You text them a lot?

[haggle]

Baby, I text everyone in our little chat a fuckton. You've seen me.

( hex club groupchat nuisance, thy name is anora mikheeva. it's not not a loophole of an answer. throwing her hands up through squinting tunnels of her eyes: )

Katherine? ( a shrug. ) She's goin' around calling herself an evil slut vampire, so.

[masticated]

[he exaggerates a groan with the very much needed accompanied roll of his eyes, but he's quick to turn the tables back to an extension of flirtation.]

That's a crap answer and you know it. [a slow once-over, deliberate.] But yeah, I sure do see you. I see you all over that chat, too.

[he's determined not to let her win.]

Brrr, wrong. Is yours Jake?