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 🖤

Comments

[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?

[haggle]

Sue me about it.

( harmless, she flicks the cap of her marker — thank you to koby for the makeshift weapon — with a nudge of her fingernail. sends it sailing to whack saber straight in the cheek, the way you'd aim the nozzle of a spray bottle at an unruly cat climbing the counters. down, boy. bad. )

Fucking lame. ( that would be a yes. worse, considering her board's stupid assigned pick for her, like a little cosmic laugh from the universe. ) Best 2 outta 3. Go.

[masticated]

[smack. no attempt at dodging the cap is made.] What the fuck–

[but the fuck is drawn out around a bark of laughter, half innocent and half victorious.]

Hell yeah, I'll get ya twice. Does yours, [fixing his board and pulling a new card,] wanna kill me?

[haggle]

( mood uplifted by a total of 5%. she smiles, satisfied, at the small victory. )

You're tellin' me some people don't?

( hex club group chat is proof enough saber just has something about him — mostly an attitude that inspires everyone to unite against him, stapler optional. still, through a snort and a dismissive wave of the hand: )

No, I'm fucking with you. Your ass is safe from 'em, probably. Does yours look like they'd be a bad fuck?

[masticated]

Not all the time. Not when I'm fuckin' them– ah, well, [making a face, lips downturned while he thinks. at least he's honest about this.] sometimes when I'm fuckin' them.

[he flashes her a wolfish grin like he has a shot with her. pretty ani sitting so nice across from him. talking to him. he'll take what he can get.]

Uh-uh. [something reminiscent (hungry) in his gaze might give a smidgen of information away.] Do they have blue eyes?