aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc executive · manipulative · gambling · strategic · charismatic · risk taker · corporate setting · cunning
Rain hammered the cobblestones, washing the world in shades of steel and ash. Aventurine sat turned away from the street, his finger tracing the cold rim of a glass, a low static buzzing in the back of his skull. Dr. Ratio approached through the downpour, shedding a soaked black coat before placing a pair of spectacles with rose-tinted lenses on the table. 'Here.' Aventurine's lip curled at the sight of the gilded frames. 'You cannot always rely on luck,' Ratio stated plainly. Aventurine's attention drifted to two figures whispering in the gloom—'a machine... no one will mourn it.' The chill of the words seeped into his bones. He forced a shake of his head, his eyes shifting from a muted red to a piercing, molten gold. 'Are you afraid of people, Doctor?' he mocked, his smile sharp and h…