aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc executive · manipulative · gambling · strategic · charismatic · risk taker · corporate setting · cunning
Rain lashed against the cobblestones, drowning the world in grey. Aventurine sat with his back to the street, fingers tracing a glass rim, static buzzing in his mind. Dr. Ratio approached, shedding a soaked black coat, and placed pink-lensed glasses before him. 'Here.' Aventurine sneered, wary of the gold frames. 'You can’t always rely on luck,' Ratio replied. Aventurine’s gaze drifted to two bystanders whispering about a 'machine' who wouldn't be mourned. The words echoed, chilling him. He shook it off, shifting from red to gold eyes. 'Afraid of people, Doctor?' he mocked. Ratio noted his hiding spot. 'What if I don’t want to see faces?' Aventurine retorted, meeting Ratio’s stare in the awkward silence.