【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
click for obscure character infoAnubis, nee Sasaki Kujuro, is a 500+yr old Japanese militia fighter who died young and quickly on the battlefield. he was subsequently recruited by the Emperor of Hell to destroy humanity, but he died doing that too. his ineffective villainy is surpassed only by his inferiority complex, but he's got the bones of a loyal man in him. physically early 20s, ota, kinklist, full profile.
Arrival: Evens
[ Anubis wakes with a loud startle and a jerk upright, instantly alert, his heart racing - and the unsettling feeling of falling tingling in his limbs, yet fading so quickly that he hardly recognizes it. Indeed, he soon forgets that mystery entirely as a fresh source of alarm begins to smolder into a spark of panic:
This isn't Hell.
There is no reek of sulfur and incense in the air. The bedding is too soft - the sheets so silky that they don't even catch on the callouses of his palms as he smooths his hands over them, testing how real they are too the touch. The bed certainly feels real. So do the clothes on his body, though the fabric is heavier and the stitching more finely finished than anything he's ever worn before, but Anubis stops again with another shock as he takes stock of the sleeves of his formal haori jacket. Then his formal hakama. At last, his formal monstuki, marked with the crest of the Sasaki clan - a symbol he hasn't worn in many hundreds of years.
Anubis recognizes none of the modern trappings of a honeymoon resort suite, but he knows what wedding garb looks like. As if it's only just occurred to him to look, the General finally turns his head to see his bedmate. ]
Hah?!
[ With a roar of incredulity and surprise, Anubis leaps from the bed - falls, because he was expecting a futon on the floor, but this is a bed - but quickly rights himself so he can point a well-dressed yet accustory finger at his captor(?!). ]
I demand that you explain yourself, insect, or you won't live long enough to rue this day!
Elevators ( Open to any of the portraits! Pick your poison.)
[ Anubis doesn't know what an elevator is, either, but he's been shuffled into one with instructions on how to return to his floor. A truncated painting of glittering gold leaf, depicting a violent battle between samurai, has caught his rather puzzled attention. He's no connoiseur, and doesn't recognize it - perhaps it came after his time - but it's familiar enough to make him very uncomfortable. Was this painting put here to mock him?
He scowls as meanly as if that is the case. Unexpectedly (to him), the elevator door opens, and Anubis turns that scowl on the insignificant worm that has dared to interrupt his journey. ]
Begone! I was the first to lay claim to the use of this contraption.
Wedding Slot Machines: Easy
[ Anubis walks up to literally anyone, with a growl in his voice and not a single clue. He does not appear to be in a pleasant mood as he gestures to his watch. ]
This infernal device demands that I give someone new a piggy-back ride to the bridal suite for my prize.
[He rarely sleeps so deeply, especially after the events of New York, and yet Seiji's brain is very muddled, foggy and delayed as he awakens to the sound of movement and yelling. He's warm, perhaps too much, but everything feels soft and comfortable.
But the voice continues and he knows it. Recognizes it, and that is enough to make him turn, only to find it is harder than expected with the multiple layers of white silk wrapped around him. For a brief moment he feels trapped, an adrenaline burst dragging him from the rest of his half-sleep state and he twists himself out of the blankets and almost falls off the other side of the bed himself.
Then he sees who is standing there, glaring at him.]
An-Anubis? Why are you... [He trails off as he looks down and realizes what he is wearing while having no idea why he may be wearing it.]
What have you done?
[Of course the obvious choice is to blame Anubis for whatever is going on.]
[ With the force of his objection, Anubis all but spits the words. So it was Korin all along, was it! Hah, it figures, that is - not like him at all, actually. The Samurai Troopers, those relentlessly annoying paragons of virtue and heroism, must be getting desperate to have stooped this low.
Obviously, he doesn't pause to consider the fact that he may be missing two years of memory compared to Seiji of Korin. Nor does it occur to him that anything else - besides the conflict between the demon realm and the living world that they are (were) both embroiled in, that is - could be responsible for this... this outrageous and unbelievable kidnapping!
The General's lip curls into a mocking smirk. He's almost impressed with what's taken place here, but not quite. ]
You see?! Your innocent act never fooled me! Incapacitating your enemies, capturing them in their sleep... hah. [ That brief chuckle drips with derision. ] You Troopers have come far in this war, but you should have slit my throat while you still had the chance. What -
[He did not think he could be more confused and yet Seiji is here, feeling vaguely violated in a way he can't explain. He is in a room that looks like a very ornate and ostentatious hotel room, dress in a silk shiromuku that implies a very traditional and yet unbelievable event.]
It does not matter. [It does. It very much does, but Seiji does not want to think about what it means right now.] Kidnapping people for the sake of some scheme? Why would we? I do not know how we came to be here, but you are very mistaken if you believe I care to reignite the war between our worlds.
[ The shiromuku is quite stunning, just as skillfully and luxuriously crafted as the formalwear he has been thrust into. Even if it were torn into scraps, the silk alone would have fetched enough money on the markets of his home province to sustain a modestly-sized family for months -
but nevermind that. What is it doing on Korin? ]
You say it doesn't matter, yet I know that you have eyes that clearly see!
[ Anubis gestures to himself, to his own wedding-wear. Except for its shape, isn't anything traditional - slightly too ostentatious with traditional blacks replaced by a rich navy and gold thread decorating his hakama in a repeating wave print, though it is to Anubis's liking - but it obviously matches what Seiji wears. ]
Who do you suggest put us here, then, the gods? [ Anubis scoffs, and waves his hand in Seiji's direction. ] What have they to say about you, then, dressing you like that?
[He's trying not to react, to hold back the kneejerk anger and embarrassment, but the flush of his cheeks is too hard to hide. Still he pushed himself off the bed to stand tall--which may make the shift in their height difference more noticeable--and primly because he has no idea why someone would put him in wedding garb, but damaging such delicate finery would be even worse. His grandfather would be ashamed and distraught.]
I did not do this. I do not know what twisted game someone had sought to play with us, but this is not caused by the Samurai Troopers. Someone else has done this.
[And that's when the strange watch-like device he had not yet noticed on his wrist beeps and greets them.]
[ The slip in Seiji's composure represented by that embarrassment, no matter how brief or small, is all the opening Anubis needed. Alas, just as he lifts his chin and prepared to verbally pounce on the blushing bride - because nothing like reverting back to familiar habits to make onself feel better about a whole incomprehensible mess, and there's no activity more familiar to him than spitting fire at Dates - the watch begins to beep most unexpectedly.
Anubis does not stop to think, read the tiny screen, or listen - the thing is that foreign to him. His head whips around to identify the source of the sound, and once he does, he tears at the band with clawed hands and an indignant roar.
[Of course, Anubis would react so wildly and refuse to listen to reason. Seiji is attempting to remain calm, to better understand what is going on. The fact text scrolled across the screen reminded him of a computer...but it was so small. A tiny computer attached to their wrists that they couldn't remove. He had no doubt the technology was nefarious in nature and meant to do them harm, but how was the question.
Confusion, frustration, bewilderment and now...mortification. Seiji did not know what the device was, only what it looked like.]
Would you stop your flailing and listen to it? It says--It says we are in a resort suite and something about "wildcards." Someone is playing a game with us.
[It also said "wedding" and "honeymoon" but no. That is not even an amusing way to mock them. Who would think it so funny as to dress him in wedding garb and send him on a prank honeymoon? None of his friends would and none of his enemies either.
Perhaps Shu, but even his would not be so reckless as to involve on of the Masho in his pranks.]
[ Korin is speaking reasonably, of course, but Anubis is feeling ever further from reasonable the longer he struggles with his watch. He doesn't stop when ordered, no - of course not, as if he would take direction from a Trooper! - but it isn't long after Seiji tells him to calm down that even he must concede that this task is hopeless. If he carries on, he'll bloody up his wrist and ruin his fine clothes. And then what?
Even as a top warlord presiding over Emperor Arago's demon ranks, Anubis has never worn anything so obviously superior in quality. Anything that wasn't a cursed suit of armor, anyway. Irreverant he may be, but something deep at his core balks at the thought of carelessly ruining these new and clearly valuable possessions he now wears.
So he finally stops his flailing as asked, panting and frustrated, but more willing to accept that the device isn't an immediate threat if Date Seiji says so, and more importantly, behaves so. Anubis has no reason to trust a Trooper, but the Masho also knows well that Seiji has no reason to deceive him.
How strange it is, to rely on Korin's honesty like that... but he'll dwell on it no further.
Mimicking Seiji's actions, Anubis stares down at his watch and finally sees the words. All the way down to marital bliss. ]
Honeymoon?
[ The word is meaningless to him, but he understands one important thing immediately - ]
All of this [ he gestures in a wide circle at the entire ostentantious suite for emphasis, all of it glittering in gold! ] is for us to simply... enjoy?
...A honeymoon is something the recently married take part in. [His cheeks are even redder now, but acknowledging his own discomfort is even more mortifying than the situation they are currently in.]
They seem to think it would be amusing to pair people together for the sake of "playing along" with their game. Roles we are expected to fit into. Whatever their scheme may be is unclear.
[He looks around the suite again, even more bemused by its opulence.]
They encourage us to indulge in this...luxury.
[Which means it is obviously suspect.]
They are mistaken if they assume we shall comply with their coercion so easily.
[ Anubis snorts a laugh. Why invent a completely new, completely vague word like "honeymoon" for that? Are there not euphemisms enough.
Regardless - with an abrupt swish of those prizeworthy starched brocades, Anubis is already pacing the suite to inspect the amenities on offer in exchange for their erstwhile compliance. Indeed, even as Seiji speaks, the Masho is busily surveying their riches.
There are doorways to unseen rooms, more chairs and lights and tables and cushions than he's ever seen in his life... and sizeable glass bottles waiting invitingly beside crystal-cut glasses, resting in a bucket of melting ice. A bucket full of ice!
There must be a very prized drink of some kind in that silverleaf-topped bottle. Alcohol, Anubis hopes, reaching for a bottle immediately. He inspects the label and the seal and the cork in sequence, without a care in the world for the wet drips of cold water falling to the floor. ]
It is not, but what it is does not matter at this moment.
[This is already a stressful situation and the fact Anubis has shifted from upset and defiant to careless and dismissive is not, in fact, helping. To the point frustration is quickly taking over and the embarrassment is pushed to the side.]
Now is not the time for Champagne. Alcohol will not improve this situation. We must work together to discover who has done this to us and how to return to our worlds. Someone is mocking us by forcing us into this...this... And we do not even know what "this" is.
[ Anubis waves the champagne bottle at Seiji emphatically, whirling on him with a snarl. Yes, he can feel the frustration rolling off the younger man in waves, but it's too easy to mistake for his own.
Does he enjoy being jerked around helplessly from world to world, dressed up like a doll and thrust against his will into the bed of his enemy? No, of course not - but unlike the Samurai Troopers, Anubis is no idealistic fool. He's been in this exact position before, and he knows that resistance will be met with omnipotent fist of an angry god. ]
Foolish boy, think about your position! [ Now the bottle swings in the direction of the bed, the suite, the opulent decor - punctuating how unbelievable it all is. ] What sort of being conjured this? Can you even recall being transported here?
Whatever 'this' is, you, Date Seiji of Korin - YOU are nothing but a speck in its eye.
[It's like a feedback loop of them feeding into each other and yet through all of the annoyance, there is something that Seiji cannot deny.
Anubis is not wrong. They do not know who brought them here, only they must be powerful enough to do so with such ease. This is not like New York, he was not tricked into position and overpowered through treachery. This is something else.
Getting angry will not solve this. He needs to control himself. Losing control will do him no favors. So he breathes. Centers himself as best he can. Meditation would be wonderful right now and yet there is no time for it.]
Them being more powerful than we are does not mean we must bow to their whims. Would you truly be so quick as to allow another to control you in that way? Did you really stand with us against Arago just to let another take his place?
[ Arago. Anubis's jaw clenches with fierce indignation at the name, but nevertheless: ]
Why shouldn't I?
[ His answer is sharp-edged and reflexive, as if Anubis has already made his decision. Perhaps he has. He lifts his chin, somehow staring down his nose at Seiji despite the difference in their heights when he approaches. There's an impetuous desire burning in his gut to spit no one controls me in the younger man's face, but it has taken Anubis very little self-reflection across his life to understand deeply that - despite how badly he wants to say it - that's never been true.
He and his ilk have always been miserable crabs clawing their way to the top of a bucket, and this bucket is nicer than most. For one thing - it doesn't stink of rotten eggs and brimstone, or of horse's ass.
Someone like Seiji - anyone who can remember a single place he longs to return to - wouldn't understand. ]
Play whatever futile and meaningless child's games you must to satisfy your sense of duty to your world, Trooper. I will not stop you.
[ The Masho's grimace tips into a smirk, as he reaches out to stroke Seiji's delicately-boned cheek. ]
His thoughts stall, everything comes to a jagged, stuttering halt at that hand caressing his cheek. Looking down at him in disbelief makes Seiji realize how much taller than Anubis he is now, when it was the other way around just two years ago. He remembers looking up at him with swords clashing between them, that familiar vicious smirk on his face.
The same one he's wearing now.
There is a feeling inside of him that he cannot explain. It is hot and confusing and it feels similar to anger and shame--and interest--all at the same time. He does not enjoy how muddled it is.
Seiji realize how long he let it go on and finally pulls back, turning his head.]
Stop. The joke is not amusing. Indulge in your luxuries and farces if you want, but I cannot.
[ If he knew of the empathic connection facilitated by their rings, Anubis would happily explain that so-called unidentifiable feeling to Seiji, for he feels it now: a coal of want flaring to life in the pit of his stomach, growing hotter the longer Seiji's fair cheek rests against the Masho's palm. They face off like that for mere seconds, but the seconds are long enough.
Seiji pulls away. Impulsively, Anubis seizes the collar of his bride's shiromuku on one side, his grip tight. ]
And if I am not joking...?
[ It's oddly enticing, seeing Korin so unsettled. Nostalgic in a way that he's certain Korin doesn't appreciate, but which only deepens in the Masho's personal amusement. Anubis's dark eyes linger a moment on the young man's defiant profile, then all but rake over the layers upon layers of silk Seiji wears from head to toe, immaculately white...
Abandoning his champagne bottle for now, the General of the Dark begins to crowd Seiji back towards the bed they just left while he takes hold of the other side of that cascading white robe. ]
You see your attire, and mine. It's obvious that you were put here for me to... enjoy.
[ This grand pronouncement is met with a single slow blink before Kai cocks his head slightly to the side to consider it. ]
...okay.
[ Honestly he is pretty lanky. Maybe he looks like he'd be pretty easy to lift. Good thing some things don't carry over when your true form is actually a stone statue.
But hey, this is something he can do pretty easily. Maybe it'll even be helpful. Kai can be helpful. ]
[ The Demon General's glower deepens the longer he's made to wait by the conscripted's oddly... languid? demeanor. Here they have all the time in the world to accomplish whatever mission "the watch" foists upon them, and yet Anubis still feels as if his is being wasted.
He only stays because he thinks he detects something familiar about the stranger's energy - something supernatural. Yokai, perchance...? Hm.
But Anubis doesn't ask. Yokai are beneath his curiosity. ]
Get on my back.
[ His still-growling voice rings out like a command. After a cursory assessment of Kai's stature and seeming compliance, Anubis has determined that this will be an easy payout, indeed: his favorite kind.
After untucking his hands from the sleeves of his haori - which he wears over a luxe Golden Peacock resort-branded velvet lounging robe (tied as closely as he could manage to a yukata) - Anubis crouches to allow Kai to follow his orders. He is very confident for a man who is about to unwittingly lift a statue. ]
[ The orders are starting to get a bit annoying, but it's nothing that Kai can't do so he lets it be for the moment. It has the feeling of a dare anyway, and dares can be pretty funny when you're not the target. So he watches easily if unblinkingly as Anubis settles down.
And then gingerly steps forward to wrap his arms around the man's shoulders. Part of him is sort of tempted to shift forms and see how his new friend handles hauling a six-foot cat around, but he helpfully remains in his gangly human shape to let Anubis left him off the ground. ]
What kind of prize are we going for, anyway? [ Yes it's we now, that's what you get for involving youkai. ]
He perhaps wouldn't have handled a six-foot cat as well as he manages to haul the lanky man onto his back into classic onbu position, struggling very little despite the General's own shorter size. If Kai is paying much attention, it will become immediately apparent that he's very strongly built under that robe - supernaturally so. ]
We? [ He scoffs audibly, hoisting Kai a little higher and securing each of those long legs into the loop of his arms. ] I have no intention of splitting my pot with you.
The spot machines are free for anyone to use. Pull it yourself.
[ He means the lever. Of the slot machines...... 😭 ]
[ Well alright, if he's going to be manhandled. Kai lets himself go lax, not quite enough to fall out of the surprisingly strong hold Anubis has on him, but not exactly making things easy either. ]
But you're only getting paid because of me.
[ Not that he actually has much interest in whatever the prize is, but it's a matter of principle now.
There's a brief pause while he just hangs there. ]
[ - but that sounds right, so he says it with an almost snide amount of confidence. (Must this man carry his weight like a sack of buckwheat?)
Still: Kai has a point. Anubis may have very few hard scruples, but he doesn't like to think of himself as the kind of man who would cheat another out of the money he needs to live. ]
... you may call on me if you need a similar favor fulfilled.
[ That's...fair, actually. Enough that Kai resettles himself to be somewhat less deadweight, though he does drape himself a bit more fully over Anubis' shoulders. He seems strong enough to handle it. And it means Kai is comfortable enough that he can hang there for as long as they need.
Still, he can't help but push just a little. ]
That's a pretty open-ended offer. [ Who knows what he might be asked to do?
Kai is already taking it as a promise, unfortunately. ]
[ Seimei isn’t expecting that harsh greeting when the elevator gives him access, pairing him with what appears to be a very grumpy man. He ignores the command, slipping around him to stand inside the cabinet as comfortably as any normal passenger entering the space. He settles across from the stranger calmly despite the warning as the painting overhead begins whispering that now there is two of them, gossiping together over their new addition. This means they can see some flirting!
The painting doesn’t seem to notice or care that one of the passengers is already displeased. Seimei smiles calmly when the trio start to call down to them.
Hey! Show us some flirting! Yes, you! Give us a show. If you really want to leave, then show us something good first.
Seimei raises his eyes to the other guest, tilting his head curiously. ]
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Anubis, Demon General of Darkness | Yoroiden Samurai Troopers | new!
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Anubis, nee Sasaki Kujuro, is a 500+yr old Japanese militia fighter who died young and quickly on the battlefield. he was subsequently recruited by the Emperor of Hell to destroy humanity, but he died doing that too. his ineffective villainy is surpassed only by his inferiority complex, but he's got the bones of a loyal man in him. physically early 20s, ota, kinklist, full profile.Arrival: Evens
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But the voice continues and he knows it. Recognizes it, and that is enough to make him turn, only to find it is harder than expected with the multiple layers of white silk wrapped around him. For a brief moment he feels trapped, an adrenaline burst dragging him from the rest of his half-sleep state and he twists himself out of the blankets and almost falls off the other side of the bed himself.
Then he sees who is standing there, glaring at him.]
An-Anubis? Why are you... [He trails off as he looks down and realizes what he is wearing while having no idea why he may be wearing it.]
What have you done?
[Of course the obvious choice is to blame Anubis for whatever is going on.]
rip seiji's hope for a peaceful existence
[ With the force of his objection, Anubis all but spits the words. So it was Korin all along, was it! Hah, it figures, that is - not like him at all, actually. The Samurai Troopers, those relentlessly annoying paragons of virtue and heroism, must be getting desperate to have stooped this low.
Obviously, he doesn't pause to consider the fact that he may be missing two years of memory compared to Seiji of Korin. Nor does it occur to him that anything else - besides the conflict between the demon realm and the living world that they are (were) both embroiled in, that is - could be responsible for this... this outrageous and unbelievable kidnapping!
The General's lip curls into a mocking smirk. He's almost impressed with what's taken place here, but not quite. ]
You see?! Your innocent act never fooled me! Incapacitating your enemies, capturing them in their sleep... hah. [ That brief chuckle drips with derision. ] You Troopers have come far in this war, but you should have slit my throat while you still had the chance. What -
[ He stops abruptly, mid-monologue. ]
What are you wearing, Korin.
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It does not matter. [It does. It very much does, but Seiji does not want to think about what it means right now.] Kidnapping people for the sake of some scheme? Why would we? I do not know how we came to be here, but you are very mistaken if you believe I care to reignite the war between our worlds.
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but nevermind that. What is it doing on Korin? ]
You say it doesn't matter, yet I know that you have eyes that clearly see!
[ Anubis gestures to himself, to his own wedding-wear. Except for its shape, isn't anything traditional - slightly too ostentatious with traditional blacks replaced by a rich navy and gold thread decorating his hakama in a repeating wave print, though it is to Anubis's liking - but it obviously matches what Seiji wears. ]
Who do you suggest put us here, then, the gods? [ Anubis scoffs, and waves his hand in Seiji's direction. ] What have they to say about you, then, dressing you like that?
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I did not do this. I do not know what twisted game someone had sought to play with us, but this is not caused by the Samurai Troopers. Someone else has done this.
[And that's when the strange watch-like device he had not yet noticed on his wrist beeps and greets them.]
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Anubis does not stop to think, read the tiny screen, or listen - the thing is that foreign to him. His head whips around to identify the source of the sound, and once he does, he tears at the band with clawed hands and an indignant roar.
To no avail! It won't come off! ]
What manner of restraint is this!!!
[ (He isn't restrained whatsoever...) ]
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Confusion, frustration, bewilderment and now...mortification. Seiji did not know what the device was, only what it looked like.]
Would you stop your flailing and listen to it? It says--It says we are in a resort suite and something about "wildcards." Someone is playing a game with us.
[It also said "wedding" and "honeymoon" but no. That is not even an amusing way to mock them. Who would think it so funny as to dress him in wedding garb and send him on a prank honeymoon? None of his friends would and none of his enemies either.
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Even as a top warlord presiding over Emperor Arago's demon ranks, Anubis has never worn anything so obviously superior in quality. Anything that wasn't a cursed suit of armor, anyway. Irreverant he may be, but something deep at his core balks at the thought of carelessly ruining these new and clearly valuable possessions he now wears.
So he finally stops his flailing as asked, panting and frustrated, but more willing to accept that the device isn't an immediate threat if Date Seiji says so, and more importantly, behaves so. Anubis has no reason to trust a Trooper, but the Masho also knows well that Seiji has no reason to deceive him.
How strange it is, to rely on Korin's honesty like that... but he'll dwell on it no further.
Mimicking Seiji's actions, Anubis stares down at his watch and finally sees the words. All the way down to marital bliss. ]
Honeymoon?
[ The word is meaningless to him, but he understands one important thing immediately - ]
All of this [ he gestures in a wide circle at the entire ostentantious suite for emphasis, all of it glittering in gold! ] is for us to simply... enjoy?
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They seem to think it would be amusing to pair people together for the sake of "playing along" with their game. Roles we are expected to fit into. Whatever their scheme may be is unclear.
[He looks around the suite again, even more bemused by its opulence.]
They encourage us to indulge in this...luxury.
[Which means it is obviously suspect.]
They are mistaken if they assume we shall comply with their coercion so easily.
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[ Anubis snorts a laugh. Why invent a completely new, completely vague word like "honeymoon" for that? Are there not euphemisms enough.
Regardless - with an abrupt swish of those prizeworthy starched brocades, Anubis is already pacing the suite to inspect the amenities on offer in exchange for their erstwhile compliance. Indeed, even as Seiji speaks, the Masho is busily surveying their riches.
There are doorways to unseen rooms, more chairs and lights and tables and cushions than he's ever seen in his life... and sizeable glass bottles waiting invitingly beside crystal-cut glasses, resting in a bucket of melting ice. A bucket full of ice!
There must be a very prized drink of some kind in that silverleaf-topped bottle. Alcohol, Anubis hopes, reaching for a bottle immediately. He inspects the label and the seal and the cork in sequence, without a care in the world for the wet drips of cold water falling to the floor. ]
Korin. How is this opened?
[ He hasn't been listening. ]
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[This is already a stressful situation and the fact Anubis has shifted from upset and defiant to careless and dismissive is not, in fact, helping. To the point frustration is quickly taking over and the embarrassment is pushed to the side.]
Now is not the time for Champagne. Alcohol will not improve this situation. We must work together to discover who has done this to us and how to return to our worlds. Someone is mocking us by forcing us into this...this... And we do not even know what "this" is.
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[ Anubis waves the champagne bottle at Seiji emphatically, whirling on him with a snarl. Yes, he can feel the frustration rolling off the younger man in waves, but it's too easy to mistake for his own.
Does he enjoy being jerked around helplessly from world to world, dressed up like a doll and thrust against his will into the bed of his enemy? No, of course not - but unlike the Samurai Troopers, Anubis is no idealistic fool. He's been in this exact position before, and he knows that resistance will be met with omnipotent fist of an angry god. ]
Foolish boy, think about your position! [ Now the bottle swings in the direction of the bed, the suite, the opulent decor - punctuating how unbelievable it all is. ] What sort of being conjured this? Can you even recall being transported here?
Whatever 'this' is, you, Date Seiji of Korin - YOU are nothing but a speck in its eye.
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Anubis is not wrong. They do not know who brought them here, only they must be powerful enough to do so with such ease. This is not like New York, he was not tricked into position and overpowered through treachery. This is something else.
Getting angry will not solve this. He needs to control himself. Losing control will do him no favors. So he breathes. Centers himself as best he can. Meditation would be wonderful right now and yet there is no time for it.]
Them being more powerful than we are does not mean we must bow to their whims. Would you truly be so quick as to allow another to control you in that way? Did you really stand with us against Arago just to let another take his place?
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Why shouldn't I?
[ His answer is sharp-edged and reflexive, as if Anubis has already made his decision. Perhaps he has. He lifts his chin, somehow staring down his nose at Seiji despite the difference in their heights when he approaches. There's an impetuous desire burning in his gut to spit no one controls me in the younger man's face, but it has taken Anubis very little self-reflection across his life to understand deeply that - despite how badly he wants to say it - that's never been true.
He and his ilk have always been miserable crabs clawing their way to the top of a bucket, and this bucket is nicer than most. For one thing - it doesn't stink of rotten eggs and brimstone, or of horse's ass.
Someone like Seiji - anyone who can remember a single place he longs to return to - wouldn't understand. ]
Play whatever futile and meaningless child's games you must to satisfy your sense of duty to your world, Trooper. I will not stop you.
[ The Masho's grimace tips into a smirk, as he reaches out to stroke Seiji's delicately-boned cheek. ]
But neither will I starve, my beautiful bride.
[ Heh. ]
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His thoughts stall, everything comes to a jagged, stuttering halt at that hand caressing his cheek. Looking down at him in disbelief makes Seiji realize how much taller than Anubis he is now, when it was the other way around just two years ago. He remembers looking up at him with swords clashing between them, that familiar vicious smirk on his face.
The same one he's wearing now.
There is a feeling inside of him that he cannot explain. It is hot and confusing and it feels similar to anger and shame--and interest--all at the same time. He does not enjoy how muddled it is.
Seiji realize how long he let it go on and finally pulls back, turning his head.]
Stop. The joke is not amusing. Indulge in your luxuries and farces if you want, but I cannot.
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Seiji pulls away. Impulsively, Anubis seizes the collar of his bride's shiromuku on one side, his grip tight. ]
And if I am not joking...?
[ It's oddly enticing, seeing Korin so unsettled. Nostalgic in a way that he's certain Korin doesn't appreciate, but which only deepens in the Masho's personal amusement. Anubis's dark eyes linger a moment on the young man's defiant profile, then all but rake over the layers upon layers of silk Seiji wears from head to toe, immaculately white...
Abandoning his champagne bottle for now, the General of the Dark begins to crowd Seiji back towards the bed they just left while he takes hold of the other side of that cascading white robe. ]
You see your attire, and mine. It's obvious that you were put here for me to... enjoy.
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slot machines
...okay.
[ Honestly he is pretty lanky. Maybe he looks like he'd be pretty easy to lift. Good thing some things don't carry over when your true form is actually a stone statue.
But hey, this is something he can do pretty easily. Maybe it'll even be helpful. Kai can be helpful. ]
What do you need me to do?
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He only stays because he thinks he detects something familiar about the stranger's energy - something supernatural. Yokai, perchance...? Hm.
But Anubis doesn't ask. Yokai are beneath his curiosity. ]
Get on my back.
[ His still-growling voice rings out like a command. After a cursory assessment of Kai's stature and seeming compliance, Anubis has determined that this will be an easy payout, indeed: his favorite kind.
After untucking his hands from the sleeves of his haori - which he wears over a luxe Golden Peacock resort-branded velvet lounging robe (tied as closely as he could manage to a yukata) - Anubis crouches to allow Kai to follow his orders. He is very confident for a man who is about to unwittingly lift a statue. ]
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And then gingerly steps forward to wrap his arms around the man's shoulders. Part of him is sort of tempted to shift forms and see how his new friend handles hauling a six-foot cat around, but he helpfully remains in his gangly human shape to let Anubis left him off the ground. ]
What kind of prize are we going for, anyway? [ Yes it's we now, that's what you get for involving youkai. ]
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He perhaps wouldn't have handled a six-foot cat as well as he manages to haul the lanky man onto his back into classic onbu position, struggling very little despite the General's own shorter size. If Kai is paying much attention, it will become immediately apparent that he's very strongly built under that robe - supernaturally so. ]
We? [ He scoffs audibly, hoisting Kai a little higher and securing each of those long legs into the loop of his arms. ] I have no intention of splitting my pot with you.
The spot machines are free for anyone to use. Pull it yourself.
[ He means the lever. Of the slot machines...... 😭 ]
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But you're only getting paid because of me.
[ Not that he actually has much interest in whatever the prize is, but it's a matter of principle now.
There's a brief pause while he just hangs there. ]
...how long do we have to do this, exactly?
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Until we get there.
[ - but that sounds right, so he says it with an almost snide amount of confidence. (Must this man carry his weight like a sack of buckwheat?)
Still: Kai has a point. Anubis may have very few hard scruples, but he doesn't like to think of himself as the kind of man who would cheat another out of the money he needs to live. ]
... you may call on me if you need a similar favor fulfilled.
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Still, he can't help but push just a little. ]
That's a pretty open-ended offer. [ Who knows what he might be asked to do?
Kai is already taking it as a promise, unfortunately. ]
Elevator, Teasing Trio
The painting doesn’t seem to notice or care that one of the passengers is already displeased. Seimei smiles calmly when the trio start to call down to them.
Hey! Show us some flirting! Yes, you! Give us a show. If you really want to leave, then show us something good first.
Seimei raises his eyes to the other guest, tilting his head curiously. ]
Well? It seems like we’re hostages now.
[ What’s he going to do? ]