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A layer of tarnish smothered what was once a lively (as well as lucrative) establishment, the life in its lights stripped by what Roman would assume was an unpaid electric bill. And yet, the reality amounted to far more than that– for the assumption might easily be made that the venomous and venerable overseer of the Casino Versailles was regrettably away from home at present.

Yet, it appeared that no amount of pessimism would deter the redhead’s advance upon her stoop. Shoulders rolled back in an attempt to shrug off the weight of aching bones pending the sweeping assessment of lights eyes. As if casing the joint for the purpose of his own profits, Roman was eager to take in every displaced coating of dust, perceiving the pad of recent footsteps across the threshold he now occupied. And, distantly, a dim and flickering light availed him through the grime of a far-off pane of glass, the likes of which managed to likewise alight terse features with a discerning smirk.

A gloved hand arose absent of intent to sound an insistent rap upon a door otherwise barred to him. Instead, it was with the faintest pressure that the barricade who’s lock had long-since been removed gave way. What lay within would stir not the least bit of surprise to Roman’s features as he surveyed the overwhelming attestation to the looters who had thrashed what finery remained.

Careless steps across broken glass took the man further into the casino’s confines, familiar paces carrying him along a path tread what felt like a lifetime ago. Yet even given its underwhelming and shabby interior, the casino bore a sliver of familiarity which set the criminal at ease in these uncertain times. So towards the former traces of occupancy were his steps geared, until across the threshold spilled out the glow of a flickering fire which inevitably betrayed the illusion of an abandoned home.

“Well, would you look what the cat dragged in.” This observation was accompanied by a telltale note of condescension as Roman took up residence in the doorframe. One shoulder bore his weight as he scrutinized the scene beyond, seemingly basking in the faint warmth of the open fire which exposed his addressee.

“I must say, this hellhole is well overdue for a dusting. Don’t tell me you’ve been so stripped of pride to embrace such neglect.”

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        ♠ THOUGH A QUEEN in title she was not fond of living in the ignorance of an ivory tower. One could say her physical tower had quite literal collapsed leaving the ruins of something once great, something with so much unrealized potential. Yet in the ashes embers remained lying in wait to rekindle and with a single breath from rouged lips they would and the flame would burn far hotter than before.

        Crimson eyes reflected the modest blaze as the fire had already torn through whatever debris remained when the initial match was thrown into the hearth. Pale digits ran across the dust lined mantle. The marble was cool to the touch, exceptionally so, compared to the heat of flames below. As the gambler paced glass shards cracked and fractured under heeled feet the sound of which became melodic as the motions continued. There much work to be done but just this once Celestia allowed herself a moment of respite. This was not an acceptance of defeat rather it was a grace period. Borrowed time, for there, was no greater defeat than death and no coffin would be enough to hold her not then and certainly not now. 

        The liar queen was no stranger to solitude. Her many faces made perfectly adequate company as more often than not there was an internal squabble occurring between the contrasting personas that were, Celestia Ludenberg. She was not one but all and those who believed otherwise would soon pay dearly for such a dire misjudgment. There were few who truly understood her and even less that wished to fathom the reasons behind her ever-changing facade. If she was an honest woman she might admit to not fully understanding it herself but she was anything but. 

         Guests had been the least of her worries as she assumed most of her associates had up and left. As a veteran to Hive City’s charming wiles, she knew how fickle the scientist choices could be. Though they tried to convince their citizens that their stay would be permanent they could not be more wrong. The Hive was a revolving door rather than a prison and if people believed it to be the latter then what a pretty cage they had found themselves in. The footsteps came first, a confident swagger one she had committed to memory quite some time ago. While her pacing ceased the raven-haired woman never turned away from the dying blaze. ❝Roman.❞ Name was simply stated with mild intrigue. 

         ❝If I knew I was going to be entertaining tonight I would have spruced up the place.❞ The quip is quick and light and if the mobster’s jab was meant to sting there was no indication of such. Finally turning away from the fireplace she meets his gaze and there is a sharp smile pulling at the corners her lips. ❝Was Rome built in a night, my dear? You insult me by thinking I would rush such a delicate task.❞ Normally she would approach following her initiation of banter but there was no need. He had come this far he may as well finish what he began. 

          With only a small amount of flourish is a sheet removed from the couch in the center of the room which she wastes no time lounging upon. ❝And offering me your pity instead of your services is simply salt in the wound, hm.❞ There is some venom there, a reminder that her ambition still holds true despite the circumstances at hand.

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        ♠ ❝A DANCE? WELL, I suppose it’s charming in quaint sort of way. Perhaps I would join the festivities if I did not mind losing a few of my toes to the clumsy footwork I have seen thus far.❞

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{ HELLO LOVES! }

I’m going to be easing back into the swing of things with a quick rp ad. Just a little warning that Celes isn’t the nicest person around so she’s prone to saying...unkind things even to those she does not know very well. But if you don’t mind a little banter then this is the ad for you! Cap is set a 5 LIKES for now.

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CELESTIA LUDENBERG from DANGAN RONPA!

SHSL Gambler but it should be noted she is 20 now in citta canon

Height wise she’s around 5′4″ but she’s always in heels so just keep that in mind.

As of 2017 she has been in the Hive for around 4 years so she has seen...a lot (some shit that’s what)

She’s a Hive City veteran both in status and reputation so this girl has connections ya know 

A big fat Liar Liar Pants on fire

Will legit scam you out of your money and rob you blind over a game of checkers-- Do not engage! 

Essentially she is one of the messiest people you’ll ever meet. Don’t trust her with anything unless you want to get dragged at a later date.

Legit only cares about getting ahead and not much else. It’s very difficult to form a meaningful relationship with her because well people are pawns to her...and occasionally they’re bishops/knights/etc.

She is the proud owner of this little swanky place called Casino Versailles though currently it is closed for renovations and the like but not for long. 

It should also be noted that the casino was a hub for a good deal of crime and just general shady dealings so yes, she is one to hang with that crowd. 

So here’s a kind warning that this rose has thorns but don’t let that stop you Celes always loves a good challenge and she isn’t incapable of playing nice (though I can’t say she enjoys it)

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「ロンパづめ」_「おも」のイラスト [pixiv]

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       ❝ her heart is decorated by warning signs. ❞

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♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

         ❝Intriguing.❞

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♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

         ❝Adequate.❞

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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

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𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮

         ♠ IT WAS A quiet, quaint place. A cafe with lace-lined tablecloths and a tinge of nutmeg in the air. A decadent atmosphere but far more subdued compared to her usual accommodations. Entering the premises the Gambler’s frame was stark against the ivory decor given her manner of dress. Although, attention was never something Celes shied away from if her appearance did not make that evident enough. 

         Across the tearoom a woman with kind features sat with a book before her. A man approached her table with the intention of offering a cup of tea. Alas, due to his nervous energy the porcelain saucer fell to the ground below and soon the tea along with it. The sight was enough to earn a chuckle from her as she approached the unfolding predicament. 

        As the man in question was scrambling to pick up fallen pieces of tableware she easily slid into the seat across from the lavender-haired woman.  ❝Shoo, you’ve done quite enough.❞  A pale hand rose to dismiss the crouched stranger. For a moment he looked as if he were about to protest but then thought better of it. 

        ❝Usually I’d find such a scene comical but it is far too early for such antics, don’t you agree?❞  The Queen leaned forward gingerly resting her chin upon entwined digits. ❝Would you allow me to buy you something to drink? I have a feeling you are more fond of coffee than tea, but please, correct me if i’m wrong.❞ 

♦ @gluttonx

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       Since I'm planning on reopening Celestia’s casino later this week I thought it would be a good time to start plotting some more in-depth relationships with her. That being said this is a plotter ad with no cap! Under the cut are some examples of relationships I’m looking for Celes to make. I’ll be contacting people through the IM system mostly but I’m also willing to plot via askbox as well!

Allies: Now, I’m using this term lightly. Celes doesn’t trust easily and it probably would be best for your muse not to trust her too much either. Despite that, she does need people who are willing to put up with her cryptic nature in order to do business. What do I mean by business? Well, I can assure you that there is a lot more to her casino than just slot machines and poker tables. Although I’ll divulge those details during the plotting process. Also she always needs more muscle around since she’s prone to getting on the bad side of some very powerful people. So, acting as some form of protection or support to her is always welcomed! 

Enemies: If you’re a criminal who’s likely to be on your heels? That’s right, the Law. Heroes and any other kind of law enforcers are probably just itching to bust Celestia for something and I’m gladly inviting this possibility. She’s good at playing innocent so it won’t be easy but the challenge is the fun part anyway, isn’t it?

Rivals: Those who are also on the wrong side of the law are welcome to try and run Celes out of business. You know there can only be one big cheese in this town so eliminating the competition is part of the job description. This kind of relationship is likely to get very...messy but hey no one ever said living life in the fast lane was safe.

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Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love (not quite but she’s getting there)

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𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮

         ♠ MOVEMENT WITHOUT DETECTION was difficult for someone of her status. Although wandering the streets was not quite as dangerous as it once was, precautionary measures were still taken. Death may be a temporary condition within the city limits but the Gambler was far too busy for the whole ordeal. There was much to do and too little time to do so. 

          The shopping district was always an epicenter for hustle and bustle and general chatter. The Gambler did not travel to the shop-lined streets for humdrum conversation though, rather she had some business in the area. Flanked by security it was not uncommon for her men to get particularly rowdy with those in her vicinity. Today she had made it quite clear that no further attention be drawn to her than needed but it seemed the order had not been made clear enough to one of her more rambunctious guards. 

         A horned gentleman was the subject of his aggression. A slur had been thrown and a physical altercation was soon to follow but she would not allow any more fuel to be added to the flames. Celestia was not a peacemaker in any sense of the word but she also had no tolerance zero disobedience. ❝Step down this instant.❞ Defiantly she placed herself between the two men, blocking whatever may occur next. Turning to her hired security the Queen’s expression immediately soured. 

          ❝I don’t care about any of your worthless prejudices. You have just lost your position due to your inability to follow orders.❞ Motioning to two of her strongest men the pair restrained her now former employee. ❝If you do not wish to lose more than simply your job then I suggest you never cross paths with me again, understood?❞ 

♦ @diaboliprinceps

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            i’m nothing but broken glass,               built to make you b l e e d. 

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𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮.

          ♠ A LETTER HAD arrived with gilded edges and neat penmanship. The Queen had not even begun to settle into her worn abode when the message had been had delivered to her. It would seem her arrival had not gone unnoticed. Of course, it should be noted that the man who had taken the time to request her company was more attuned to her actions than most. 

         Normally she would have declined such a meeting but much had changed in the city since her last stay. In a sense, the Gambler was feeling a tinge out of sorts. That notion alone was more than enough to get her to bow her head, just this once. More time than needed was taken to attend to her appearance. Although there was little she needed to do to impress her company tonight, her presence alone would be enough, as it always was. 

         Arriving with a flurry of henchmen the mob of suited gentlemen left her side when dismissed by a wave of her wrist. The restaurant was empty, not to her surprise. The ghoul knew how much she hated the unwanted company of onlookers during her more...delicate exchanges. Her approach was swift and graceful as she glided passed vacant tables and flickering candles. 

        The Gambler halted before her seated companion. For a moment there was a glint of amusement in crimson hues. ❝My, it really has been too long.❞ She made no movement towards the cushioned chair before her, rather she took this time to scrutinize him fully. ❝You’ve grown...How charming.❞ Painted lips quirked upwards into a cold smile. 

         ❝Well, are you going to greet me properly or must I escort myself out so soon.❞ A challenge, it was minuscule at best but still her preferred method of issuing endearments. 

♡ @gourmion

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And the Liar Queen makes her triumphant return! I’m super excited to get things going over here. So, feel free to like this post for a starter from yours truly. Cap is set at 4 LIKES. Also, for those interested there will be a grand reopening of Casino Versailles later this week so keep your eyes peeled for that!