#darkbets

[aelirus]

where are your clothes

cyrus looks down and back up and realises hes always in fact been naked

[spikemuthtoothfairy]

I never thought it would come to this but I find myself too disgusted by what I have seen to stay silent. This is a callout post on Ray / @darkbets.

Attached are the appropriate pieces of evidence for why they should be ran out of the RPC instantly.

[predvestnik]

@darkbets ─ .✦. ─ diluc is giving childe the most contemptuous look ever, no drinks are free :/

❛ Oh, nothing's on the house today? In this case, I will personally cover the tab of anyone who asks Master Diluc for the secret menu. ❜

[coiledqueen]

@darkbets (continued from here)

I can’t help but miss this though.

lucy smiles, wordlessly waving a gloved hand for the dealer to start the proceedings. the beginning of every poker game feels almost ceremonial down here, like riding a roller coaster slowly uphill...before the adrenaline. before the rush.

two cards snap to each player. the pike queen barely looks at her hand before dismissing it with a flick across the burgundy felt--she's folding this one, if only for more time to talk with her surprise guest.

"...well, consider those chips a homecoming gift--just try not to lose them too quickly," lucy turns to grin at her old vagabond-friend. "I'd like to keep chatting while you're here, if you can stand it. I've barely gotten a chance to sink my fangs back into you yet."

the freewheeling frontier brain turns a chip deftly between her fingers--each coin emblazoned with the luck symbol, a personal touch--as she studies grimsley with that intense, gleaming gaze. a bemused scoff leaves her lips.

"...believe it or not, I've been trying my own hand at mantine surfing. it's going about as well as you'd think," lucy lowers her voice in playful confession. "it's refreshing, though. you know how crazy I can get when things are boring."

she glances back towards the well-stocked, smoky bar. "ah. how rude of me--would you like a drink while I take your chips back?"

[40layered]

( ✱ @darkbets: continued. )

ㅤ there's a shift in the air between their exchange. one that flickers the butterflies at the ends of her hair, one that surprises caitlin none. be it far from a psychic to meddle in every vision they seek⸻ only the pious, the heroic with too much energy to exhaust who would attest their abilities to any mass who begs for answers. some premonitions cling like a downpour: heavy, cold.

ㅤ there's no shortage of proximity. despite the luxury of solitude, caitlin spends frequent time in the league. energies mix & mingle, their lives intertwine with prediction. only rarely does caitlin interfere with the web their life will lead. by far, grimsley's possibilities were the most worrisome out of the bunch. no one needs psychic abilities to see it⸻ insight into what could bordered invasive, but there's plenty suggestion that spell worse than broken privacy.

ㅤ "have you been noticing circles?" his league room was full of them: spirals, arches, arena. all of these shapes familiar & far from the atypical. it's the latter that's key⸻ the signals that stand out before a choice is made. before explanation, another hint in curious— er words. head tilts to eye the shadow between his fist & cheek. "do you cheat? you never ask me to accompany you."

ㅤ should boredom find her easier, she'd gaud an invitation out of him another way. casinos felt easy; she's never been to one. to perch like a chatot on his shoulder, watch a hand of poker, gauge hands through energy & fuzzy foresight, calitlin's sure she'd land with the highest number of chips without knowing the rules. pride alludes even the sharpest psychics...

ㅤ she's not here for cards.

[soardived]

riley vc :

❝ RILEY !!! ❞

[vindictes]

how tall are you ?? ( panics in 4’10 )

6'1 IT'S NOT THAT TALL ITS NOT GUYS!!!!! 😪😔🤧

[mxlevolence]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Come out of the shadows if you are here." / meme lost to time

From the darkness he seeps. Cobbled together by shadow, painted with fine brushstrokes. The ivory mask penetrates first, punctuated by the rest of him. All cloaked darkness, poised like the threatening tip of a blade. Except Ghostface does not strike. There is little to gain from malevolence out here, between trials.

"You wander far from the safety of your own kind," he remarks. It's less of a question and more of a simple observation. Captain Obvious pointing out what's clear to all. But it's not out of superiority or even concern for @darkbets's safety. It's a silent inquiry. Curiosity into her reasons, her motivations.

The Grave Walker steps further into the dim light of their surroundings. Some light source in a starless sky meant to mimic something they're all familiar with. He pauses just shy of eight feet away from Sable. A space allotted to maintain her comfort. ( And how strange he should care. )

"Do you seek something out here?" He asks. "Or is the campfire really so suffocating?"