Two Truths and a Lie

[thechoiceisyours]

• Make a toplevel for your character
• ICly post two truths and a lie! Or four truths and two lies, or multiple sets of two truths and a lie, or whatever you want. Just make sure to make it clear how many lies there are for others to guess.
• Other characters reply and try to guess the lie
• Learn things/Discuss/Respond to other characters
• Make sure to put in a content warning if any of the truths/lies would warrant one
• Have fun!

Comments

[requiemshark]

Bullets. You win, I'll owe you...half a clip.

Makes sense. We'll have to do that sometime.

Right. The year I enlisted, I had nine foster siblings. I suck at chess. That cat we found in the pelican? We named him Killer.

[braveoff]

That's boring But okay.

....you're good at chess?

[requiemshark]

Then you pick something, smart guy.

......

Fuck. You win. I actually am good at chess.

[braveoff]

Just saying, I don't even have my own gun. If I win, I get to try on your armor.

Hah!

Okay. I dye my hair, I talk to my Ma at least three times a day, and I've got a baseball card collection.

[requiemshark]

Deal. And if I win, you owe me so many of those fancy drinks.

Nobody likes their mom that much, dude.

[braveoff]

Wrong. I didn't say I liked talking to her that much, just that I did.

There's no baseball card collection.

[requiemshark]

Wait, seriously? Talking talking or just sending messages.

[But either way....]

Goddamn.

[braveoff]

Talking talking, thank god she can't send texts, she'd never leave me alone.

[ He grins, a little wry. ]

My Ma's a real trip. You'd hate her.

[requiemshark]

Oh my God. You are way nicer than I would've been.

[Because. Goddamn.]

Maybe. I'd try not to.

[braveoff]

[ Drake laughs softly. ]

She's... very blunt. She flat out told Liv she was too pale and needed a makeover when they met. And then gave her one. It was awful.

[requiemshark]

Ouch. [Ephemera has to grin at that, a little.] Your girl's a trooper. But it's your mom. So it's different, I guess.

[Apparently it's different with your parents. He's heard that.]

[braveoff]

She was amazing. I said "she's beautiful, ma," and Ma said, "so's the sun but you can't look straight at it" and Liv just laughed. And let her put makeup on her while I fixed the sink.

[ He goes quiet... he doesn't miss the constant calls about nothing, but he does miss his mother. He's never not spoken to her for this long before. ]

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera hesitates. It's not something he knows, having a flesh and blood family. His was one he found and then lost.]

You miss her.

[braveoff]

Yeah. It's like something's missing, now.

[requiemshark]

I'm sorry.

[He says it quietly. Because he has lost family, even if it's not quite the same. It hurts - God, it hurts - but then, eventually, you learn to live with it.]

[braveoff]

It's okay. She's fine, so. [ He feels like he doesn't have much right to be upset, when Ephemera lost his whole family. ]

You wanna keep playing or did I win?

[requiemshark]

Yeah. Probably driving somebody crazy right this moment. [He says it lightly, trying to get Drake to smile.] I can see where you get it from.

Eh. Let's keep going. Who's turn is it?

[braveoff]

[ He does get a smile. It starts out a bit sad -- his mother is surely bothering someone else, probably because she's a wreck over him -- and then turns purely amused. ]

Asshole.

Your turn for "facts," my turn guessing.

[requiemshark]

[There, that's better. Ephemera just grins, shaking his head.]

You're stuck with me, unfortunately.

Okay. I got high off alien cough drops one time. I can write with both hands. And I hit on a bouncer because the stripper dared me to.

[braveoff]

I'll take it. [ Ephemera's been a good friend, so far. ]

...you can't write with both hands.

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera laughs, delighted.]

Nope! Took me forever, but I definitely can. It's even legible.

[braveoff]

Damnit. Tied again.

Okay. I once got arrested in Costa Rica, my middle name is Andrew, and I can juggle.

[requiemshark]

Can't have that, now can we?

Right, I have no idea where Costa Rica is. Your middle name isn't Andrew?

[braveoff]

...aaaand you're in the lead.

I'm not telling you what it is though.

[requiemshark]

Hell yeah I am.

[Barely. But still.]

Not even a hint?

Right, my turn. I....don't have a middle name, I beat one of those rubix cube puzzles, and I let Chica pierce my ears.