the_rebel_son | Truth or Dare: Nexus Edition

Lucifer isn't quite sure how this madness started. The angels had opened up the council chamber for visitors and of course Beelzebub had started them drinking, then they got rowdy and people started joining them. Who had brought up the idea of Truth or Dare was unknown but it rippled through the amassing group to a uniform good idea, despite the objective nature of it being a disaster.

Then there was some vote that Lucifer missed where Galahad, Prometheus, and Belial were made judges to keep things in line. That might have been the most reasonable and sane thing since this conversation started. Chairs were rearranged to a big circle.. and all the chairs from the villa had been taken. It was crowded, specially when they decided the judges should have chaises to lounge on. This was some true ancient Greek style madness with the drinking and the topics that were sure to come up. Still, it was all fun and games, right?

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7. When in doubt ask?

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She's kind of pretty, actually, although Deet is naturally still wary. She continues to smile, anyway, putting her best foot forward. "Oh! Oh, I should have said first. I'm Deet, of the Grottan clan. I'd like to know your name too, but that's not the Truth."

She's a little oddly dressed for a Grottan, with the cloak of Thnisko's feathers on her shoulders. That, and the violet tinge to her eyes.

After a second's consideration, she asks, "If you were in danger, or trapped somewhere you couldn't leave from, who in this room would you pick to rescue you, and why? If you don't know anyone well you can just pick who you think looks strongest or smartest or whatever."

The Skeksis bows her head slightly in greeting, offering Deet a smile. "Hello, Deet. I am skekSa the Mariner, though you may call me Captain."

A Grottan. Not one of the clans she dealt with more often, but one she knows. skekSa notes the unusual feathered cloak and the violet tinge in Deet's eyes, though she doesn't know their significance or where they came from.

"Hm. That's a tricky question, lass." skekSa's a natural loner - she values her independence and proudly sails alone - but what if there was a situation where she needed help? She looks over the room. Plenty of people with fighting experience here. Practically, she would choose one of the angels, since they're the most powerful, but she doesn't really know which is which or what their personalities are like. "I would choose Harley Quinn. She seems practical and well-prepared for a fight."

"Captain," she repeats, perfectly content with the title, and bows slightly in return. "I can do that. I've never really seen the ocean on Thra. I hope I'll get to some day. Maudra Argot has stories she sometimes tells."

The more she talks, the less Deet thinks she has cause to fear this skeksis. She'll be cautious still, but the potential for a new friend from Thra is a wonderful find.

"Harley Quinn..." She looks around the room until she sees who the Captain is looking at, and smiles. "I haven't spoken to her much but I've seen her around. She does seem strong, doesn't she? She can dance, too!"

"Do you want to ask me one now?"

"I can't say it was an easy choice, Deet. There are many people here I would be honored to fight alongside, looking at them." The Mariner tips her hat to the assembled guests. There are more than a few people she'd like by her side in a scrape, even aside from the angels.

She's quickly taking a liking to this Gelfling's curiosity. Deet deserves something in return for such a good question, so skekSa quickly nods and accepts Deet's proposal.

"Don't mind if I take you up on that offer. You seem like a brave lass, Deet. Truth or dare?"

Deet looks serious for a moment, the bright cheer of her expression softening into something far more sober. "It's important to fight beside your friends," she says softly. "But it's hard, too, isn't it? To know they might get hurt, no matter how strong they are."

Pause. "At least, I think so."

But back to the game. "Umm..." Truth could be dangerous here, especially if they come from different times in their world. "Dare, please!"

What does a skeksis dare a gelfling to do? We shall see!

"You speak wisely, lass. Fighting is hard, 'specially for things you believe in."

skekSa sails alone - in part for her image and to preserve her independence, but also so her Sifa won't be involved in her battles. She has few friends, especially not among the Skeksis, but the more time she spends here the more the idea of friends appeals to her.

She wants to get to know the Nexus and its people better.

"A dare, then! Well, let me think." The Mariner considers what to ask. "Aha! Show us your wings, Deet."

Deet nods slightly, worrying her lip at little at the thought of the last fight she saw, the anger and fear that gripped her, the power of the Darkening. Her fingers stray to the edge of the cloak she's wearing and run through the soft feathers, and that makes her feel better at once.

A slow smile grows on her face once again at the dare, and she giggles quietly, once. "That almost sounds like flirting, Captain," she teases, but nods agreeably.

The cloak has to be adjusted slightly, but then she flares her wings and flutters, hopping into the air and hovering for a few seconds before landing again. She leaves her wings spread then, content to show them off despite her laughter. "I got bit by a nurloc on this one," she points. "Not that long ago, but it's almost all healed up. I don't think there's going to be a scar at all in the long run."

"Between the two of us," says the Captain, voice low, "I think you have an admirer already. I don't flirt with a lass who's taken."

skekSa has noticed the black feathers, as dark as her own mane. She wonders what the source of those feathers is, but that'll be a question for later. Perhaps it's a gift, since she can't think of a Thra creature that could give material for a cloak like that.

The Mariner's own body has some scars from old adventures and old battles, so she nods in respect. Some are faded marks on her snout, others are hidden under feathers. Clearly Deet has seen some adventures of her own.

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