[After finding himself pulled into the game world as a spectator - Ren had a team in the event, but it was a team of Prismal representatives from his shop, because he's a bit picky about the tournament legwork he does himself - Ren had quickly figured that it was time to start working by the game rules. The options at the Adventurer's Guild were quite thin on the ground, so Ren picked the option he'd actually be able to do well at regardless of physical attributes, and he's really probably just dragged along whoever happened to be in the vicinity at the time to be his partner.
So now he's outside the bordello with whichever lucky Moonblessed he dragged into this (or who came along with him willingly, because hey, it's money), the purple dancer's outfit suiting him oddly well. He's even pulled his hair up into a pretty little twist that looks a bit more suited to the setting, and he's checking his outfit in the reflection of a nearby window.]
Think we should've asked for lipstick too, or is it fine like this?
(ii. banquet)
[Ren shows up to the banquet in much better shape than he came to this world in - what's he been doing for the past week? Who knows, but someone probably lost their money in a way they're not entirely satisfied with, and it also probably involved card-based gambling. Either way, he turns up dressed appropriately, and is happy enough to mingle around the party while they figure out what exactly the root of all this is, striking up conversation with whoever happens to be near him at the table.]
So did they tell you much about this banquet, or was everyone you met as weirdly quiet about it as all the ones I met?
--
[b: rouge angles of satin]
[Ren is not unused to suddenly being booted from one world to another, so he's less disoriented than some might be when he returns to the amphitheater. Shielding his eyes from the blinding halo, he lets out a discontented hiss and starts moving through the seats, watching the winged carnage break out around him with an unimpressed air.]
What a boring show...
[Nonetheless, since he seems to be unaffected, he figures he's best off figuring out how to do something about this wings business, and the first person he comes across happens to be a Prismal. It's enough to tell him that touch is the solution - which doesn't really surprise him in this place anymore - and so he moves out to deal with things from there.
He approaches any madness-affected Moonblessed with a more cautious air and a wide berth, making sure that if they want to lash out at him, they're not going to be the one with the advantage going in.]
What is it you want? Come, tell me. [Mostly so he's in touching range. That's his priority here.
As for those who aren't maddened and are visibly just suffering with the wings, he offers a hand out to them, possibly leaning across rows or otherwise awkward positions to do so. A stadium isn't the most helpful place for this sort of thing to happen in.]
Take my hand and it'll be over.
--
[c: wildcard]
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Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard | Cordis
[a: untitled simulator game]
(i. bordello)
[After finding himself pulled into the game world as a spectator - Ren had a team in the event, but it was a team of Prismal representatives from his shop, because he's a bit picky about the tournament legwork he does himself - Ren had quickly figured that it was time to start working by the game rules. The options at the Adventurer's Guild were quite thin on the ground, so Ren picked the option he'd actually be able to do well at regardless of physical attributes, and he's really probably just dragged along whoever happened to be in the vicinity at the time to be his partner.
So now he's outside the bordello with whichever lucky Moonblessed he dragged into this (or who came along with him willingly, because hey, it's money), the purple dancer's outfit suiting him oddly well. He's even pulled his hair up into a pretty little twist that looks a bit more suited to the setting, and he's checking his outfit in the reflection of a nearby window.]
Think we should've asked for lipstick too, or is it fine like this?
(ii. banquet)
[Ren shows up to the banquet in much better shape than he came to this world in - what's he been doing for the past week? Who knows, but someone probably lost their money in a way they're not entirely satisfied with, and it also probably involved card-based gambling. Either way, he turns up dressed appropriately, and is happy enough to mingle around the party while they figure out what exactly the root of all this is, striking up conversation with whoever happens to be near him at the table.]
So did they tell you much about this banquet, or was everyone you met as weirdly quiet about it as all the ones I met?
--
[b: rouge angles of satin]
[Ren is not unused to suddenly being booted from one world to another, so he's less disoriented than some might be when he returns to the amphitheater. Shielding his eyes from the blinding halo, he lets out a discontented hiss and starts moving through the seats, watching the winged carnage break out around him with an unimpressed air.]
What a boring show...
[Nonetheless, since he seems to be unaffected, he figures he's best off figuring out how to do something about this wings business, and the first person he comes across happens to be a Prismal. It's enough to tell him that touch is the solution - which doesn't really surprise him in this place anymore - and so he moves out to deal with things from there.
He approaches any madness-affected Moonblessed with a more cautious air and a wide berth, making sure that if they want to lash out at him, they're not going to be the one with the advantage going in.]
What is it you want? Come, tell me. [Mostly so he's in touching range. That's his priority here.
As for those who aren't maddened and are visibly just suffering with the wings, he offers a hand out to them, possibly leaning across rows or otherwise awkward positions to do so. A stadium isn't the most helpful place for this sort of thing to happen in.]
Take my hand and it'll be over.
--
[c: wildcard]
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