week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[reverso]

That it does.

[Though maybe that pick is somewhat ironic and bittersweet, knowing what he does of Aventurine's past.]

Why did you join, then? [He is circling around the question of "do you enjoy your job, actually" like a shark, sorry.] The success? The thrill?

Surely not the paperwork.

[gamboler]

[ Ironic certainly fits the bill. It was the first real name he had been given since he left his own buried in the sands of Sigonia-IV, and it belonged to his lies. Even the numbers branded into his neck belonged more to him than his Cornerstone. ]

The thrill is a part of it. The cosmos is ripe with opportunities to gamble on a scale unlike any other...but that's not why I took the job initially.

[ A pause, his gaze drifting off into the distance. ]

Truthfully, I...was seeking my own freedom. After what happened to my people, I was...sold, by the men who found me. So you can understand why joining the IPC wasn't an opportunity I could pass up.

[ Ironic, then, that this opportunity only landed him in chains of a different sort. ]

[reverso]

[This information is going to hit a lot differently when Secret Lore Drop 2: Electric Boogaloo happens.

For now, though, it's already a bit of a solemn revelation, isn't it? That Aventurine was not seen as a person, but rather something that could easily be sold off like an object. He hesitates to ask what that might have entailed. Verso is smart enough to know it couldn't have been anything good, not when a person lacks their freedom, no matter how that manifests.]

...No doubt the IPC was a step up from your previous circumstances. You've plenty more freedoms, I assume.

[Right...???]

Though I suppose having that many responsibilities on your plate is also its own kind of cage.

[right????]

[gamboler]

[ WAGGLES HAND... ]

Well, I traded chains and a death sentence for bureaucracy and red tape, so it depends on how you look at it. [ A little put-upon sigh, once again saying so much with the expectations he's set up, and what goes unsaid. ] I've certainly seen my fair share of the universe since I joined the Strategic Investment Department, at the very least.

[ People who see the stars aren't imprisoned, right? Neither are those who wear fine clothes and gold watches, who have more wealth than they know what to do with. He's no slave anymore...

At least, in the literal sense. ]