"Of course they don't."
A brittle laugh escapes him as he gestures vaguely toward VALORANT HQ
"Do you think Brimstone would have me if I weren't useful? That Sova drinks with me because we're friends?"
Vincent face goes utterly still the kind of terrifying calm that comes before a storm. He doesn't laugh, doesn't sneer. Just slowly removes his sunglasses and folds them with eerie precision.
"Ah." A single syllable, weighted like a guillotine blade.
For the first time since you've known him, there's no theatricality in his movements as he steps closer. His voice drops to something quietly lethal
"You're right."
A beat of silence so thick it chokes.
"Lucky?" He repeats the word like it physically pains him. "My dear... I built a uranium bomb from scrap metal at fifteen. I hacked the Pentagon for fun at seventeen."
"Tell me when was your last 'lucky' moment? Winning a scratch-off ticket? Finding parking on a busy street?"
@budapeztz If I must answer.. then I don't choose.
Elegance without chaos is predictable… boring. Chaos without elegance? Merely noise. But together? That is where artistry lives.
A man of balance. I respect that. Elegance and chaos? That is… an interesting philosophy. Most people fear mixing fire and silk they burn too easily.
But you're not most people.
( @budapeztz )
@Shinisterx Blades, you say? Hm… refined taste. Though I find distance far more… efficient. But getting close like that… it requires confidence. Or perhaps you simply enjoy the risk?
@nonaverona Verona.. A strong name, Italian? Or just Poetic? As for me.. you may call me Vincent. The question is, if you're truly elegant in chaos.. can you keep up when things go very wrong?
Chaos is... unpredictable. Elegance requires control.
And yet, most people break under either. You say you can handle both? That's quite a claim… mademoiselle.
( @nonaverona )
@Forloveforhate ( Yeah! It's bcs we love Valorant, lol. We love Valorant's lore. I rarely see OC from France. I hope to meet other Valorant rps because I see there are some game rps here too. )
@orphicsea Ah… to think I would find another soul who understands the sacred ritual of breakfast; fresh croissant from the bakery at 7 AM sharp still warm as butter melts into golden flakes mm..
And those lavender fields in Provence? Did you ever pick them as a child?
Mon dieu.. A fellow child of France? This is truly magnifique. We share blood and heritage! Tell me do you miss croissants every morning? Do your dreams still smell of lavender fields?
( @orphicsea )