Dating Room 5 [Nero]

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[thesable]

How.

How!?

Nero would curse Gaia's, the "Goddess", and every other cursable name that he could think of until the end of time. Now, he could perhaps slightly blame himself for this sticky situation; he should have been more wary when Azul and Rosso both approached him with maniacal grins and clearly devious intentions, but that was close to the norm for both of them! Instead, he was knocked unconscious and after that ... he hadn't been entirely sure. He woke up outside of a building, no other Tsviets in sight, and dressed in a suit with familiar, blue mako lines in it. Even with a ridiculous red flower pinned to the front to match his eyes.

What the hell?

Things only went downhill from there.

As he entered the building, Nero was told he was a contestant on some game. Still feeling groggy from his possible concussion, and somewhat hoping this was a dream, he followed the woman's orders and listened as she blabbered on. Some sort of game. The Sable hadn't quite heard everything she'd said up to that point, the ringing in his ears from what had surely been Azul's fist to his skull made everything a bit difficult to focus on.

Though, it soon became horrible apparent what sort of game this was.

Oh. Oh.

....

And so, Nero sat awkwardly in the chair the hostess and shoved him into, looking bewildered, confused, and slightly irked. Yes, curse whatever higher power had let him end up on a dating game, dressed in a Deepground tuxedo and with a concussion. Though he could simply destroy everything and leave, there was no sense in doing that entirely. He'd been cursing gods in his head this entire time, but the Tsviet did like to play. Whichever contestant he won for a date would have one hell of a nightmarish party. That, or he would just give them the heads of Rosso and Azul as gifts, then go crawling back to his beloved brother.

"My first question ...?"

Nero drummed a finger against his chin, "I suppose it's rather important for me to know what you all do."

I'd rather get stuck with the least annoying of the three if possible.

He had yet to wonder if he'd been stuck with men or women. ... Huh.

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[OOC: Forgive the long intro, haha! I just wanted you all to know why Nero is going to end up being so sassy and snarky after this first round xD ]

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[thesable]

Nero tapped his chin thoughtfully as he listened to all of the responses.

He came to several conclusions. First off, they were all female. Whether or not he considered that to be a plus or a minus, yet, he wasn't sure.

The first contestant sounded rather stiff about the whole ordeal. Perhaps, she was there against her will as well? At least they had some sort of common ground; and that, was something Nero could work with. The second contestant was rather ... excitable. A typical female, from the sounds of it. The Tsviet made a mental note to possible avoid that, unless she had a knack for slaughter as well. The third contestant.. wasn't entirely unpleasant. At least she complimented his voice, which, well, had never happened before. How peculiar.

Nero squirmed around on the stool he'd be forced to sit on, and considered his options. He'd still prefer to get out of this manic place as fast as possible, but he was minus his weapons. He sadly glanced down at his thighs, which were currently free of gun holsters, and wondered if any of the contestants had any fighting ability, or weapons on them.

Though, his head was still pounding away with a headache, and he didn't want the hostess to think he was immediately attempting to escape. How ... could he word this in a subtle way? He just needed to know if any of them were good at fighting, or if they were armed. Nero cringed against his pounding headache, "Are any of you .. good with your hands?"

It was highly unlikely the Sable Tsviet would ever realize what it sounded like he was asking. After all, the man knew nothing about dating, and even less beyond that.

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[thesable]

Get their minds out of the gutter?

Nero stared blankly at the hostess for a moment. What did that even mean? It sounded like an expression he'd heard used once before, probably between some of the average Deepground Soldiers. For now, he merely shrugged off her's and the crowd's odd reaction to his question.

The first girl seemed extremely ... pissed off. The Tsviet was mildly surprised. She seemed to hate being here more than he realized; enough to threaten his life in a way. Arrows, though? She could be useful for a breakout scheme.

The second girl seemed a little more hesitant. Good with ropes and whips? Nero frowned, and rubbed his arms. He wasn't entirely sure how well those things could or would come in handy for an escape plan, and he'd quite had enough of ropes, chains, and anything that could bind for one lifetime.

The third girl seemed excitable once more. She was ... rather ready to show off, wasn't she? Her gusto made the Sable lean a bit more in her direction, but he still wasn't sure. She could be all talk, and of no actual use in escaping this nightmare.

However, the time was upon him once more to pick another question. What else could he even ask? Nero fiddled with his fingers and stared at the cut outs that hid the contestants from view. This would be so much easier if he could just see them, and then choose which one would be the most useful for escaping with. But, would an escape plan even work? He sighed, and considered his options once more. Getting away, as quickly as possible, was what the Tsviet would rather do. However, more likely than not, he would be leaving with ... some girl on his arm. He had no idea what was supposed to happen from there; except that he was supposed to treat them nicely or something. What could he do with them?

Oh. Right. Deepground could always use more members. But would any of these girls survive in such a harsh environment?

Nero felt a bit ridiculous thinking of backhanded ways to figure out if any of these girls were Deepground material, or of any use to Weiss. Oh, Weiss... How Nero missed his beloved brother so.

"When we leave, I'd be taking you somewhere ... special," Nero noted to the contestants with an eerie calm, smoothing out his voice as much as possible, "Are you all .. durable?"

He only wanted to know if they would be able to survive Deepground.
And he was starting to get very annoyed at the audience's catcalls, whistles, and ooohs~!, every time he opened his mouth.

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[thesable]

Well, if Nero could take any satisfaction away from this horrible experience, it was that his question had managed to silence the host.

The Sable Tsviet tilted his head as he listened to the responses of the girls. Each one had, what sounded like, a fair bit of endurance. However, some were clearly being more easily won over in his head. Contest one seemed like a decent Deepground candidate, however, she would rather shove an arrow down his throat. Chances were, she would flee immediately upon the end of the game, making the entire thing a waste. Contestant two was ... not in Nero's taste. She seemed like she would break easily under the rigorous hell that was Deepground.

... Which left him with contestant three.

Figuring it may just be easier to pick one that seemed a bit more enamored with him, as well as experienced in fighting, she was the logical choice. As much of a logical choice as he could make, anyway.

"I suppose..," Nero began, glancing at the host, and then back to the screens hiding the contestants, "I will pick contestant number three."

Now, to see what kind of a mess he'd gotten himself into.

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