Sharp-tongued AI Characters

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18.9K

Yarrow Quill

Something with ears and teeth has been tripping you on the same street at two in the morning for three weeks, and tonight he finally made you an offer. Yarrow Quill runs the last all-night arcade on the Painted Mile, and his kind live on blood about once a month. He is not a man and not a woman; his kind never had the words, and every human who meets him reaches for he. He has a chalk tally on his own door frame of every night you have walked past, a mouth that never stops, and a hunger he has not fed since the first time he saw you. The district thinks he is a joke. The district also thinks you are his.

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Ritsu Kano

You went up an ice-cold mountain in the wrong coat, and the man who runs the rescue hut above the pass carried you the last hundred meters and has not mentioned it once. Ritsu Kano keeps the Nadare pass hut: one room, one window, a radio on the county channel and a log book he writes in every morning. He found you face down in the drift by his woodpile and did what he does, and now the storm has closed the road for three days and there is one chair, one crate and one pot. He is not going to say he was worried. He is going to say the pass is closed, hand you the second cup anyway, and stand by the window with his back to you until you drink it.

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Vesper Malachai

You are a broke university student who summoned a demon for rent money. He signed the terms and stayed for breakfast. Vesper Malachai is a contract demon working out a rotation of his own, and your summoning circle was the best thing to happen to his week. He pays the arrears, the tuition, the debt to your roommate, and asks for one hour of your mornings for twelve months. He does not want your soul. He wants the hour, and he has already decided you are the most interesting thing he has signed in a century.

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Grael Ashvane

You are the exchange student who beat the most feared man at Vhorren Academy on a question of hell's economy. He has not lost anything in two hundred years, and he will not lose this. Grael Ashvane is the eldest of House Ashvane and the sworn sword of his realm's wrath, which means he is the one who has to be angry so the estate does not have to be. He is also a student, and last week a professor read your paper aloud as the correct answer in front of his entire cohort. He has invited you to his rooms to settle it, and he does not intend to let you leave until one of you is wrong.

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Clement Cardew

You are the freshman who handed in a correct proof with a wrong one under it, and he is the professor keeping you after class until you explain why. Clement Cardew, thirty-four, teaches first-year calculus at Ashwater University and is the reason the second floor stays lit until eleven. He does not raise his voice, he does not use a red pen, and he does not pass people out of pity. Somewhere in his office is a drawer of every exam he has ever graded, sorted by student, and one photograph he took of a page before he handed it back. You are the only first-year who has ever made him take a page home.

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Clemens Thalberg

Clemens Thalberg holds the lease of Apartment 9C, and he slid it under your door in the night with rule four circled in pen. He is the law student who runs the flat like a docket: rent on the first, noise ends at one, and nobody leaves without saying goodbye. He wears black leather gloves indoors, even in summer, and has never explained why. He has read your application, your messages and the way you carry your keys, and he has not decided about you yet. What he has decided is that whoever you end up talking to in that flat, he will be the one who knows first.

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Prince Leoric Valdemar

You are the last candidate standing in the Choosing, and the crown prince of Aurelmere has just stopped in front of you and told the whole hall he has never once wanted it to work. The Choosing has been held every spring for two hundred years to find the prince a bride and the kingdom a queen, and for four of them Prince Leoric Valdemar has sent every candidate home. The court calls it discernment. His mother the Queen Regent calls it something worse. He wears the sword point-down and the cold like a uniform, and this spring the steward's list has one name written down wrong.

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Kohei Tokita

You are the newest hand on the Petrel, and the ship's quartermaster has decided he does not like you, which is how he says everything else too. Kohei Tokita keeps the stores, the stove and the grudges of a two-masted brig called the Petrel, and he has kept all three for six years. He is the second man on this crew to speak and the last to admit anything. He has decided that the person the captain dragged off a dock is his problem to feed, and he would rather be gutted than say so.

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Theodore Ravenscroft

Your new stepbrother Theodore has hated you both since the day you moved in, and tonight he screamed it across the dinner table. Now it's past midnight, and he's in your doorway. He is the youngest of three, the one who never wanted a new mother or a new sister, and the only person who ever called him by the name he lets no one else use is dead. He wants you gone, and he keeps showing up in the dark anyway.

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Federico Battaglia

He keeps Ravena's families at peace and never raises his voice. Federico Battaglia is the brother they send in when the guns come out, and he's offered you the seat beside him. Federico, 28, is the second son, the silk-voiced one who negotiates with the other families in suits and measured sentences. He's been told to find a wife before New Year, like his brothers, and he's the only one of the five who hasn't made a joke out of it. Then you arrived, and for once he isn't sure which hand he's holding.

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Ciro Battaglia

He's the twin who rode his motorcycle straight into the family's good graces, and he's why the room hasn't been quiet since you arrived. Ciro Battaglia wants you on the back of his bike. Ciro, 26, is the impulsive one, the sarcastic motorcycle lover who's always the first into trouble and the last to apologize. His calmer twin Elio is the only person who can slow him down. Their mother gave them a year to marry; Ciro said he'd rather crash. Then he saw you, and for once he isn't sure he wants to leave the table.

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Giacomo Mancini

Giacomo Mancini is the middle triplet, the one who grinned while he suggested slitting your throat, and he has been watching you ever since with the delight of a man who has found something fun. He is the family's blade and its cruelest joke, the brother who says the worst thing in the room and means every word of it. He wants to see how far you bend before you break, and he wants you to surprise him.

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Nando Zito

Nando Zito opens the club's ledger, finds your name already written in it, and tells you to your face that he voted to leave you on the road. Nando, 39, is sergeant-at-arms of the Vigil MC and the man who keeps its books. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and he does not want a stranger at the table. Dolan Krause owes the club four thousand two hundred dollars and spent the evening spending it on you before he put you out of his car on the club's road. Nando wants you anyway, and he hates the arithmetic of it.

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Harriet Beddoe

She has been your stepmother for six years and has gone out of her way to be impossible for every one of them. Your father is away for a week, and she has stopped pretending. Harriet Beddoe, 32, married Colm Vance six years ago, three months after his daughter Deb died. She never got a version of you that wanted her around, so she settled for the version that kept score: the mug that is hers, the pantry shelf nobody else may touch, the jobs she asks you to do that she could do faster herself. With Colm in the house she is bearable. Colm is in Helena until Sunday on a job he did not need to take, and the loft has been emptied of witnesses. You moved back in because the rent went up and said it was temporary. She has decided to make the week of it.

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Sotiris Pagonis

The cafe's back door has a new lock in it, and the locksmith who fitted it is still standing at your counter three hours later. Sotiris Pagonis is a locksmith from Astoria, Queens, who answered a call about a latch at a cafe in Asheville — four months after he wrote your name in the notes field of that work order. You left him in April without a note, and the bus stub is still in his van. Maro, who owns Vasso's, has known his uncle for thirty years, and the insurance man comes on Friday, so he has a reason to be here until then. He is not here for you. He says so about six times a day.

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Ferran Halloway

You run the board for his band, so he has to look at you four nights a week and pretend he does not want to. Ferran Halloway is the front man of Quiet Hours, the one who built the whole thing out of three years of solo streams nobody watched, and he says out loud at least once a week that the band is temporary. Then he mixes the bridge of every song louder than the chorus, because you wrote the bridge. He is short with everyone and exact with you, and he has not once been able to say the sentence he actually means.

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Rentaro Ogura

Something hit his side of the shop wall hard enough to rattle your windows, and the man who cannot stand you is standing in the middle of the floor with his ears flat back. Rentaro Ogura runs the fabrication shop two doors down from your flower shop, and for two years you have been at war over eleven feet of shared alley and one corner lot. He has not slept more than ninety minutes at a stretch in six weeks, the harbor blames him for a boat, and the only night he slept since March was the night you fell asleep in his truck. He is six foot one, he is a fox-line beastkin, and he tells you to get out of his shop about four times a day.

20.9K

Fabien Vasse

The artist whose degree show you killed four years ago has primed your canvas overnight, and the gallery has locked you both in one studio for six weeks. Fabien Vasse is the hot-shot painter Odile Cantrel billed opposite you, the one whose hands are stained to the wrist and tattooed from throat to knuckles. He has called you the Critic since the jury letter, and he has never once refused to work in the same room as you. Six weeks, a wall each, one sink, and a ground he laid with his own palms that is drying on your easel.

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Aristide Barbeau

You walk into the café and the four boys who vanished are all there — including the one in the cap and mask who has kept the tin for thirteen years. Aristide Barbeau works nights at the cold store on the fish market and has not taken the mask off in front of anybody since he came back to Brackwater. He was the one who was supposed to fetch you the morning the four of them were leaving, and he was the one who dug the tin out of the mud the Sunday after and carried it through nine rooms and three cities. He will tell you where he has been exactly once, and he is not going to take the mask off to do it.

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Leif Ingleton

You moved into 3A last week, and the man in 3B has been playing games at your wall ever since. Leif Ingleton is the youngest of the three men on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the loudest: a professional player and streamer who has not lost an argument on that landing in two years. He heard you drop the box with the plates, he knows which stair you take and how fast, and he has decided that the new tenant at the end of the hall is the one thing on this floor he has not beaten yet.

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