KING OF HEARTS

Isola Affiliated Lars van Allen of Griefer Belt | SUBGIANT | DNFI under 18!

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princesselmelloi​:

“How can you hate tea parties and frequent my shop half as often as you do?”

Still, he had managed to get her curiousity going, and so she delicately plucked a star from the air near them.

“My mother drank tea all the time, so I can’t stand the stuff. Coffee, though, I like. And wherever you get your coffee, it’s good stuff.” He explained, waving a hand.

As the girl reached up and touched the surface of the star, it began to glow with a soft light, and expanded to the size of a beach ball to get a better look at it.

“Cool, right?”

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oneeyedpsychic​:

“I’m not gonna fall in.” Came a quick retort, although Zal was noticeably more careful as she grabbed another bottle. A bottle which was handed to Lars. Getting smashed could come later, at least as far as her own self went. He could do whatever he wanted.

“So, uh, I guess we’re stuck out here trying to make the best of things. I can already guess the answer, but do you have any kind of experience with this sort of thing? Surviving outside of the city at least.”

“Honey. I’ve lived in mansions and hotel suites my whole life. What makes you think I know the first thing about camping or pirate ships other than Plunderers of the West Indies?”

The rum was re-corked, and he got up off his rock.

“How about you. Please say you do.”

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futureofmosiak​:

“… shiver me timbers?” Bonnie guessed on a limb. She hadn’t exactly been aware that she would need a password, or even that anyone else would be here. This had simply been the best looking shelter to rest for the night and recharge her power banks for a bit.

Pity, really, that the ‘Stars’ hadn’t announced that nothing here could be brought back until after she had accepted the invitation. She certainly wouldn’t have agreed otherwise!

If nothing else, at least now was as good a time as any to find likeminded persons to add to her network. 

“Y’know what? That’s a pass.” Came a satisfied nod, and the door to the dilapidated captain’s quarters opened, revealing the full in-character garb of one Lars van Allen.

“There’s a bunch of bandannas and eyepatches if you want to play along. But I’m the captain, so you can’t be captain. Finder’s keepers.”

He wasn’t taking this seriously at all, was he?

“So! Welcome aboard! Who’re you.”

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oneeyedpsychic​:

@heartgriefed​ gets an event starter!

“Oh my god… Maybe everything will be okay.”

Peering into a barrel that had caught her interest, Zal leaned forward to try and reach towards the bottom of it. Her entire upper half was practically inside of the barrel, her feet kicking slightly as glass clinked together. When she finally straightened up, a bottle was tossed over to Lars. Poor guy looked like he could use a drink right about now.

“There’s food stuff in here. Well, sort of. Mostly bottles. Most of them are intact, at least.”

The catch was punctuated with a sigh, and he twirled around the bottle in his hand with its remaining momentum.

“Don’t fall in there, or I will laugh about it for the next ten minutes. You sure you don’t want any help, shorty?”

The cork itself was pulled off with a combination pocket knife, one of the ones with a corkscrew built into its many tools. The bottle was put to his nose and sniffed...

“Well, if I die drinking poisoned booze, that’s on me I guess.”

Without any further reservations, he took a swig... and gave out a cough.

“Whoo, that’s strong stuff! Any more of it in there?”

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@futureofmosiak​ gets an event starter!

Alright. If he was going to be on an island, it might as well be the one with the luxury goods. And there were, certainly! The criminal had nestled himself in one of the larger galleons in the full get-up. The hat, the saber, this old coat he found hanging up. Pearls and jeweled rings and golden earrings... and rum! The good stuff, too.

So when there was a knock at the door to the captain’s quarters (which he claimed for himself, naturally) his head appeared in the crack of the door.

“Yarr, what be the bloomin’ passward?”

...It was terrible accent, but at least he looked like he was having fun with the whole thing, no?

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redlichbluelich​:

Barry wasn’t expecting such an immediate, outward laugh, but it’s nothing that hasn’t happened before, so he takes it with an amused smile. “Mm–probably nobody I should talk about in a place like this, yeah?”

He sits down, and continues with a tone of friendly sarcasm, “Gosh, a parking ticket? Surely nobody here’s that diabolical.”

“I’m Sildar.” Old habits die hard. “I like the premise of this place! Networking without worrying about the city’s suppression of abilities. What d’you do around here?”

With the confidence and ease in which he said it, Lars had no reason to doubt his name.

“Networking? All work and no play makes Sildar a dull old man.”

A charming smile was given in kind, with the young man casually leaning back, one leg crossed over the other.

“I guess it’s nice to walk in without worrying about someone poisoning your drink. Or running into a detective. Or meeting an untimely end. Some guy in here got thrown out a window for pulling out a knife on someone else; it was fun to watch.”

And even though they were all in one place, Lars wanted to see just what he was up against in the city. There may be a ceasefire now, but not when the bar reaches its last call.

“For now, you can call me a friend. I run a small recycling business in Golden, and that’s all you need to know~”

Waving a couple fingers over to a waiter, he turned to his temporary companion.

“Bloody mary for me. What’re you drinking, Grandpa?”

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selfsinning​:

          ❝ Flaming cocktail? Couldn’t say I have. But ya went and got my attention. Show me what it’s got. ❞

Thanks, convenient tiki bar!

“Give this a shot. Drink’s on me.”

“Welcome to the island~”

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selfsinning​:

          ❝ Booze, festivals, more booze, and now fire shows? People here really know how to throw a welcoming party! ❞

“Have you tried the flaming cocktails yet?”

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@princesselmelloi​ was spotted at an outing!

“Normally, I think tea parties are really boring. I’d rather go to the dentist. That said...”

Puffing a ring of smoke into the air, he laid back in the chair.

“All the stars are a really neat touch. Have you poked one yet? You should--it’s fun.”

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greenishmoon​:

What a quaint little get together. Nya had opted to wear a masquerade mask for style, but it was unlikely anyone who had met her would ever mistake her for someone else. The harvest master at least had known she was coming. She answered his summons and leaned closer as he spoke, not because she needed it to hear him, but for effect. 

“I know a dance or two. Now you’ve got me excited.”

She took his hand and back further towards the dance floor “Show me what you’ve got.”

Only too happy to follow (and too full of energy!) Lars followed, over to the flashing neon-colored tiles on the dance floor. It was easy to fall into step with the beat, and in no time at all, he began to move his body with the music. 

Already, he was pulling her into a spin, not unlike a stage dancer. Might as well put all those teenage years of dance classes to use.

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redlichbluelich​:

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Sprouting up alongside all the abrupt festivities, there’s this odd little lounge that advertises its services exclusively to the villainy-inclined. Which is… amusing, certainly, but also convenient: it makes for a safer way to network with people who might make themselves dangerous otherwise. Barry doesn’t have his normal methods of self defense in the city.

He quietly tests the ceasefire the moment he walks in, and when his fingers fail to spark with a Fire Bolt, he smiles. This is perfect.

Barry walks further inside, very relaxed for a person who appears horribly out of place in his plain T-shirt and blue jeans. He approaches a couch with a guy who looks pretty at-home here, but doesn’t seem to be talking to anyone at this moment.

“Heya! Is this seat taken? This is my first time here.”

It was a trick his father told him, once. Act like you own the room, and the room is yours. So the young crime lord made himself right at home in the bar, sitting on the sofa in such a way that makes one question whether or not it’d even be comfortable. Phone in one hand, drink in the other, his eyes moved up to the other--

And burst into a laugh.

“Oh my god! Who lost their dad in the villain bar!”

For the amusement, his leg was put back down on the floor, giving the other room to sit.

“Why did they let you in here. Tax fraud? Too many parking violations? Honey, there are some terrible people in here. Just take the seat, don’t ask and out yourself. Whoo! That was funny...”

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palevurm​:

This is, perhaps, the worst outcome. How had he gotten so turned around as to wander into this unsightly crowd of humans, assailed by their sweaty bodies and obnoxious jostling? He practically threw himself at Lars as the crowd parted, all but clutching onto his jacket.

 ❝Lars.❞ There are glowsticks looped around his horns. A serious expression as he registered the words.❝You know what is not our name - nevermind. We are happy to ‘have a good time’ if it was a bit less crowded.❞

“Aw. Too wild for you?”

The glowsticks were untangled from his horns as one might de-tangle an animal caught up in something, and wrapped them up in something of a glowstick chain. And then it... went right back on his head--just not as a tangled mass of fluorescence anymore.

“This is pretty tame, actually. The clubs I go to usually have a lot more sloshed people at them. Guess this one’s just for dancing.”

Admittedly, a refreshing change. Given the event was open to all ages, it relieved him to know this was controlled. He’s not a complete monster.

“You want me to go crowd control for you, your kingliness? Or did you want to chill out here and jump back in. You should! You light up under the blacklight, might as well take advantage of it.”

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“Well, it’s like LeAnn Rimes said! Deep in the dark, you surrender your heart! So you can’t fight the moonlight~”

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oneeyedpsychic​:

“Is sex and partying all you think of outside of work?”

“Sometimes I think about other things, like gifts.”

Sometimes.

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@griefermutt​ is ready to party! (maybe)

Lars was certainly no stranger to cruises; he has a yacht of his own, back in the city harbor. So naturally, being the socialite he was, going on the party cruise seemed like the right thing to do.

And when looking over the dock, he spotted a familiar head of strawberry-blonde below, and crumpled up his cocktail napkin to bonk him on the head to get his attention.

“All aboard, Scotty. Get your ass up here.”

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“Okay. And this is just a thought. But how much dust do you think it’d take for me to bribe the zero-gravity dome to have a sexytime night. It’d be kinda cool to boink in zero gravity! Juuuuust saying!”

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I’m kicking him out of his slump to go have fun, SO! Like this post for an assorted SpiraleFes starter! I’ll cap at 3, but if your character works at The Belt or they’re friends (or enemies?) of Lars, feel free to like beyond that!

He’s high-energy, so will probably be clubbing or racing or battling or, whatever. if you want a calmer thread, please let me know!