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!

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[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.

[braveoff]

You have never beat a rubix cube.

[ Though he's peering at Ephemera's ears now. ]

[requiemshark]

[Goddamn. Ephemera huffs.]

Dude, you are way too good at this. And those rubix cube things are the devil, I swear.

[braveoff]

I know, they're only good for fidgeting with. When I was a kid I just peeled all the stickers off mine out of spite.

So did the holes just heal over..?

[requiemshark]

Man, I can't believe that stuff is still floating around. Shit's ancient.

[He turns his head slightly, lifting his hair. The side without scars is indeed still pierced.]

Still got the one. Haven't worn anything in it for years, though.

[braveoff]

Shit's ancient to me, I'm surprised you even know what it is.

{ Drake grins, reaches out and touches the little dent there, feels the knot of tissue where the hole is. ]

We should find you an earring for it. It was the style for awhile back home, guys wearing just one. I wanted one myself.

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera goes still, watching Drake curiously.]

Huh. Maybe. Have to be careful, since you don't wear a helmet. People try and grab that shit.