【 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.
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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. 💕
ARRIVAL: EVENS a. [ when seth comes awake, it's very suddenly and with a gasp, grunting as he forces the heavy comforter off and sits up. where the fuck is he? he was just with that idiot, wasn't he? and horus--
he falls back once more with a whumph into the luxurious mattress, staring up at the canopy unseeingly. isis is unwell. hathor has seized control. isis is unwell.
and where the fuck is he? he blinks, finally taking in the bed beneath him, the ridiculous jeweled bedclothes, the.. what is he wearing? what are all these straps? what is this fabric? .. did that useless god actually break his contract and take seth to his homeland? those questions have to wait, though, as he turns and sees another figure in the bed. ] What the fuck? [ he shoves himself upright again, anger and confusion boiling through him as he grabs the stranger's shoulder. ] Hey! Wake up! Who are you?
b. [ later in the lounge, he can be found trying to find clothing that remotely resembles a shendyt (probably nude while he's doing so.. why should he care about nudity?), or scowling at the decorations, or this close to fighting a member of the staff. basically this is the wildcard option. ]
CRANE'S RESPITE a. [ of course he wound up in some weird fucking place, as if this massive inn wasn't already bizarre enough. what are the things in the water? how does he leave?
then something--a..tentacle?--starts to curl around his thigh, and seth yelps in shock, claws popping out of his fingertips as he takes a swipe at it. ] Just what do you think you're touching!
b. [ he's out of danger of frisky tentacles and strange creatures, but he's also panting and flushed all the way down his throat and upper chest, humiliatingly turned on. he clings to the wall as he struggles to ignore it, to make it go away-- of all the times for horus and that fool god to be gone.
not that.. he wants their help. what is he thinking? ]
WELCOME: ELEVATOR a. [ in an elevator, one of the paintings starts getting uppity and demanding, and seth's lips draw back from his teeth in a snarl. ] What if I just rip you off the wall and tear you to shreds? [ he lifts a clawed hand threateningly. .. maybe someone should, uh, not let him do that. ]
b. [ if someone manages to stop him, he still doesn't look thrilled about complying with any of this shit. but confessing his worst crime..? no one knows who he is here. no one knows what he's done. how is he supposed to just--
does it matter, though? maybe this is part of his punishment. and why does he care what these strangers think? his entire nation, all of kemet, knows his sins. so.. fine. ]
I abandoned my duties as guardian god and ruled my nation as king, and then killed my own people in droves like animals. [ he scrapes nails over what looks like black gems embedded in his wrist, mouth twisting into a brittle smile. ] My name is cursed now.
c. [ the maiden's request makes his face flush, eyes widening in his face. ] Absolutely fucking not! I don't even know-- [ a vague, irritated gesture to the poor fool trapped here with him. ]
CASINO CHAPEL [ look, he hates all of this and most of it makes no sense to his ancient sensibilities, but he knows that for humans, money is an important consideration. money gets things done. so if he wants to leave, money is probably the answer.
hence the damned machines. ] .. Trade clothes with someone new on the altar? [ he's scowling, of course, because this is stupid.. but more importantly, he doesn't want to wear all the stupid layers these people wear.
or... his prompt is: ] Ride.. face.. [ his face is starting to match his hair and eyes. ] .. on the altar.. [ a brief, embarrassed pause. ] What the fuck?
WILDCARD [ generally, encounter him places. feel free to prompt with whatever, or pm to plan a thread. i have some info + warnings for seth in his journal! anything that leads to full smut will be m/m only, but in the off-chance that anyone is playing nephthys or isis, we can discuss things! ]
[Did the dumb hotel whisk Jin Guangyao out of his sad basement room for a mysterious reason? They certainly did! He mostly reacted in confusion as he was woken up.]
Wh-What? [He asked blearily, before jolting awake at a stranger.]
I am Jin Guangyao, who are you?
[He looked around at the lovely room and the soft decor.]
Did the hotel do one of those matchmaking attempts again?
Who am I? [ the question stuns him into silence for several confused, angry moments. this stranger isn't someone the foreign god knows? this isn't that god's home or bed? what's a hotel? what kind of name is that?
without answering, he throws the comforter off entirely and slides his feet to the floor, standing as he shoves open the canopy to reveal the rest of the room. he's briefly annoyed all over again by the odd dress he's wearing--too many straps, too short, odd slick fabric--but that's a secondary concern to understanding the trick here.
.. matchmaking?
he turns to glance back at the stranger again, kohl-lined eyes narrowing. ] You haven't seen an obnoxious bearded god? He would have insisted that I'm his slave.
[Seth certainly looked very different than anyone he had met. If he was going to guess, then perhaps he was somewhere from the far-western people he had read about in his world. He sat up and moved to fix his hair, he seemed rather nonchalant about the black lingerie they had dressed him in. This sort of strangeness was to be expected, he supposed.]
No. While I have met a few gods, none had a beard.
A slave? [He knew a lot about the sort of indentured servitude his mother had gone through as a prostitute, and knew historically of slaves, but the whole idea was personally abhorrent to him as someone who had to walk a fine line in society.]
Do you need assistance? There is no one like the person you describe here.
Assistance? Me? [ he stares for several disbelieving moments, then clicks his tongue. it's a valid question, he supposes, for a stranger to ask another stranger. this person, this.. human..? knows nothing of seth, or what he's done. ] Don't be ridiculous. That fool can't own another god.
[ he steps closer to the unfamiliar furniture in the room, poking a floating thing (balloon), then plucking a candied red berry off a platter, turning it between his fingers. .. what is all of this? ]
You called this a.. hotel. [ he drops the berry again with distaste, rubbing juice-sticky fingers together. ] You're familiar with it?
First a god and a King, then a mass murderer. What an astonishing list of titles you have under your belt.
Well, provided that all of what you're saying is the truth. [ At over seven feet, J doesn't merely lean against the opposing end of the elevator's interior, he engulfs it in full. But despite his imposing height in such a cramped interior, with his arms crossed across a broad chest and head tilted slightly to one side in thought, he appears entirely at ease with his present entrapment. ]
Did being cursed drag you down so low that you now react to a retelling of your crimes like a victim of them, rather than the villain of this story? [ The question J casts out between them lands with the air of speaking on the weather, his demeanor unruffled even in the face of a supposed immortal who ruled a people that suffered only death and catastrophe at his hand.
As if fearless of offending this genocidal being or encroaching on his personal space, pale wings idly spread out in a lazy stretch, barely concerned if they happen to brush against the other occupant trapped in here. But the look in J's eyes isn't so relaxed. Hawkish in their fixed gaze, they stare upon Seth's wrist with near fascination. The way nails scrape against the gems there initially draws his curiosity, but it's what he senses the stones to be that draws his interest like blood in the water.
The painting doesn't immediately pose any further demands for the demon to contribute. The portrait within gives him a moment as its unsettling eyes swivel from J then back again to the one clawing at his hand, sensing that the demon has picked up on a wound it would love to see torn into until it's left raw and weeping. ]
[ the creature--god or monster or some other thing--is both like and unlike anything seth has seen before. there are many gods that wear shapes that aren't quite human, both in his own lands and in foreign places, but the wings.. those are unfortunate. they're not the right size or color, they don't smell the same, their feathers don't feel right where they brush against him, but still.. he can't help but think of horus. it's that very thought, in fact, that has him lashing out, shoving the appendage away with a flash of annoyed fangs. ]
I don't give a shit whether you believe me, or how you think I should act. I want to get out of this fucking box.
[ he knows what he did. he's begun to feel the full breadth of the horror of it, and it's.. the least of what he deserves, he knows. once he undoes the curse, once he's righted every wrong he can manage, an eternity of punishment on ra's sun-barge seems.. appropriate. and at least there, osiris can never touch him again.
the eyes on his wrist make him stiffen, skin prickling, eyes narrowing with warning. he slips his hand behind his back to break the stare, chin lifting in challenge. ] Well? I don't want to be here all day.
[ The violence breaks J's impassivity with that first bare of teeth, brilliantly sharp and meant to rend skin, assisted all the more by hands battering feathers away until some unlucky few wind up at their feet. As a result of Seth's sudden outburst, J shatters the atmosphere that was quickly teetering towards bleak disinterest with a bit of laughter that bubbles out behind the back of a hand. It holds fast there for a moment, coyly obscuring his growing smile. ]
What a temper! For a former god-king, you're surprisingly— [ Erratic, uninhibited, honest to the point of being an open book, and made terribly vulnerable in return for all of it. ] Human.
[ His companion's challenge jars the voyeuristic painting out of its reverie, releasing a non-existent breath held to see if more secrets would come from J's prodding. Seeing that his brief attempt at patience fails to produce any results, Judgmental John wheels on them in retaliation and declares, "That's right! Don't delude yourselves into thinking one confession is enough. Both must pay their dues and lay bare their crimes before I'll consider a punishment befitting the worst offense!
The laughter on J's side has died down; his amusement bled dry once their captor's monologue took center stage. The demon doesn't have any particular interest in a mouthy work of art or any proclivities it might possess. Be that as it may, as their painterly friend prattles on with a long-winded way of telling him to get on with it, J only continues to smile. His eyes haven't left Seth and his all-too-telling melodramatics the entire time. ] Personally, I wouldn't mind staying a while. It's rather cozy, don't you think?
[ J taunts the rash little creature he's been caged with, just to see if it'll make him hiss and spit in his direction again. Underneath all that bearing and poise, to the demon across from him, Seth more resembles a wild cat than anything regal—untrusting and quick to lash out, forever leery of any hand or body that draws too close. A truly pitiable thing. ]
Buuuut. [ Oh, he's planning something. If the way J levels a gaze at Seth is any indication, he's not making a bid for knowing the name of whoever might be in the painting. ] If my friend here will do me the honor of giving me his name, I'll change my mind.
I'd feel more comfortable bearing my soul if I knew who I was sharing my secrets with. [ On the off-chance his request ends up being denied, that's fine with him. If it'll provide an ounce of entertainment, he'll gladly condemn himself to this dual confinement for ages just to watch with intrigue what it's like for an ex-god to have a fit. ]
[ it's rare for feng xin to come across another god here, at least not one he hadn't already known from his world. but whatever sense of camaraderie he might have felt flare in his chest at the knowledge quickly sputters out into nothing upon hearing the rest of the redheaded man's words. briefly, he feels anger curdle in his gut, the thought of a god abandoning his people — the ones gods are sworn to protect and serve — and speaking so callously of it as if they felt no remorse. he nearly snaps at the man, to call him a coward and a bastard—
when the portrait turns sharp eyes on him, and feng xin realizes he doesn't necessarily have any room to talk, here. ]
...I abandoned the people I cared most for in the world, right when they'd needed me most. My oldest friend, as he experienced the greatest horrors of his life alone. And the woman I promised the rest of my life to, to carry and deliver our child herself.
[ well. that isn't quite the entire truth. xie lian had ordered him to leave and he'd agreed as a dutiful subordinate, and jian lan had broken up with him, hiding the pregnancy, always too proud and selfless for her own good. it doesn't make him feel any less responsible for both. ]
[ really, it doesn't even compare to the awful things seth has done, driven by his pride, by his terror, by his trauma. his entire nation had suffered because of him-- and not only his nation, but his family. his wife and son hadn't deserved what they'd suffered, especially his son. anubis had been innocent, and now-- now look at what seth's selfishness had done to him. if he'd simply given osiris what he wanted, if he'd spoken to his wife, perhaps to the rest of the ennead..
well, it's all far too late for that now, and all he can do is repent, accept his punishment, and try to make some of it right.
still, despite all that, hearing someone else confess to wrongdoing makes him laugh-- once, short and sharp and a little hysterical. ] Fuck! You're a piece of shit, too. [ he whips his head toward the painting, lips drawing back from his teeth in a smile that's more of a sneer, fanged like an animal. ] Still, we all know who wins this ugly little competition, don't we? [ scarlet eyes flick back toward the stranger as the painting seems to deliberate with itself, and seth tilts his chin up challengingly. ]
[ it's that challenging tilt that draws an arched brow from feng xin (incredulous, almost, that the other man would find this a challenge worth winning) though that sharp laugh and taunt were definitely warranting of their own disapproving response. still, somehow, feng xin remains silent, lips pressed tight into a severe frown, as the painting rubs at his chin in deep deliberation.
eventually — Well, says john, he seems a lot more remorseful, doesn't he?
the "he" in question being feng xin, whom john gestures towards before turning his attention back to seth.
Doesn't sound like your sins weigh that heavy on you. In which case—
oh. would seth like to add to his closing argument? ]
( first things first: he fucking hates this place.
in fact, he's so damn tired of this place and it's little stupid whims he feels like maybe joining in some painting carnage. he rubs a hand over his face, ready to argue with a painting about not having to share anything, but this guy he's trapped with speaks up and zoro just kind of stares at him blankly for a few silent moments.
great. just great. another guy claiming to be a god. he's just gotten used to the idea of knowing one, now he's come across another. is this some kind of sick, cosmic joke?
he leans against the side of the elevator, arms crossed low over his chest and looks at the other man. doesn't look like any god he's ever seen ( but, again, he's only seen the one ). one brow arches slightly in question, )
So. ( he's not answering the painting question just yet, ) What's your name, then?
[ his eyes flick toward the painting. it doesn't seem inclined to open this box up anytime soon, at least not without the stranger cooperating, so after a moment, seth heaves the most annoyed sigh of his life. ]
Seth. What the fuck does it matter? [ he jerks his thumb toward the doors, brows knitting. ] I want to leave. [ he's never been particularly claustrophobic, even when imprisoned, but he doesn't like being trapped in one place with a strange man. even with most of his power sealed away, he's still stronger than the average human, but he's been captured and overcome by them before-- he'd rather not repeat those experiences.
he twists to kick a bare foot out at the doors, grunting with annoyance as they barely even dent, then gestures to it again. ] Either admit to some horrible shit you've done or help me break this thing.
( rumors run throughout the resort, as thick and fast as blood through veins. the cadence of new arrivals is something the longer-staying guests are familiar with—the timbre of the topic of conversation is warm and familiar on their tongues, humming with interest and possibility. who is it that the resort might have brought to the festivities this time? would there be anyone there that might catch their interest? there isn’t necessarily a “hook” of interest in newcomers arriving for makoto. J is already here, and as for others that he might actually want to see… perhaps fjord? it would be nice to see his first friend again, and he feels as though the other young demon might rather enjoy himself here.
so makoto ends up spending some of his time in the lounge out of vague interest, even though he doesn’t really have his hopes up for seeing anyone familiar. he’s been poked and prodded to speak with some of the newcomers once or twice by staff, and he’s tried to be as cordial and compliant as possible.
truth be told, there is no love lost between makoto and the staff. their pushiness is irritating to him, and he’s thought more than once about lashing them with a barbed tongue or ineffectually clawing into them for their part in the scenarios he’s forced into in this place… but he gets the sense that they are a symptom, not a cause. it would be pointless to rage at someone who couldn’t effect any change, right?
this thought sticks in his mind as his attention is steadily drawn toward a stranger—one of the newcomers, he thinks—arguing with steadily-increasing volume and potential threat for violence with one of the employees in question. for a moment, makoto considers just watching the show… but, in an odd twist of capriciousness, he stands and approaches, going so far as to put a hand on seth’s elbow once close enough to do so. he smiles smoothly at the staff member. )
It would probably be better if I helped get him acquainted here, right? I’ll handle it.
( after they depart, makoto turns his attention up to seth, slick geniality melting away like overheated wax—this reveals that beneath it is an acerbic expression, odd on his youthful face. ) Yelling at them isn’t going to do anything. You’re wasting your breath trying.
( slowly, his gaze tracks over seth—a physique that one might term “heroic” (unless they knew more about him, perhaps), long red hair. presumably still nude, which doesn’t seem to faze the young demon at all (which, given the track the last few months of his life has taken, no, it wouldn’t). )
…Is there not anything here to your liking? ( the room is basically full of different kinds of clothes… do you know how hard it was to find decent clothes after arrival last month? )
[ seth's anger toward the attendant had less to do with the clothing itself--apparent, given the few things he seems to have settled on, already laid out to try--and more to do with the staff member's insistence on helping. he's already discomforted enough, distrusting and anxious-- and while not helpless by any means, he's more human than ever here. at home, even with most of his power sealed, if he's desperate enough, he can still draw on the desert. but here? his connection to his home is entirely gone. there is no desert. and while he's trapped here, anubis might be-- might be--
the voice at his elbow is unfamiliar, and the hand presumptuous. seth's had enough of being touched by people, both familiar and strangers, and his head whips around, teeth already bared.. only to freeze, eyes going huge in his face, expression smoothing to stunned blankness. white noise whines through his head. he can't breathe or think or speak.
that small size, the dark hair and eyes, it's like: ] .. Anubis? [ his fingers lift, almost touching, craving it. he wants so, so badly for it to be true, for his baby, his son, to be here and to be safe and to be.. not that. but the illusion shatters, and he drags in a breath that's just shy of a gasp, heart shattering all over again as he's forced to remember just where anubis is and what he's being forced to endure. all because of seth, and because of osiris's obsession with him.
he blinks once, then jerks back, caught between anger, bewilderment, and pain. fuck. what is he doing? ]
( the cornerstone of any proper demon’s education is perception. the game that the upper-ranking nobility of hell play with one another is one of masks, misdirection, and mind games—anyone who wants to reach their lofty heights and play competently among them (as to not fall prey to them and their own ambitions) needs to be able to read between the lines, discern through context, cut through lies, read infinitesimal tells, and avoid allowing anyone else to do the same to them. makoto has seen and heard masters of this at play, speaking with such surreptitious circuitousness that it was almost impossible to follow.
having only been in hell for a few months, rather than stretches of decades or even centuries, he knows precious little. his education had been rather rudely interrupted by his being brought here, but even then, he would’ve needed to have had his senses muffled and his mind in a completely other place to miss the stranger’s reaction to him. it actually wasn’t the bit where he whirled on him, teeth bared in a feral snarl—that is the type of thing that makoto would foolishly bristle at and push back against, despite his physical inability to back it up. no, it’s the part right after, where he looks as though he’s seen a ghost. surprise leaps into his throat, making him feel suddenly uncertain; his hand falls from seth’s arm with the immediacy of having been scorched, stung, or shocked.
anubis?)
I-I’m sorry, I… ( he stammers, confidence from a moment ago thoroughly broken—he hadn’t intended to mislead him. he wouldn’t have approached if he knew that he might’ve reminded him of someone which clearly upset him. and—that name. he recognizes it, though many from earth might as well. makoto had once dug through a dozen or so different mythologies, both current and antiquated, searching for how different religions and cultures might have dealt with a person like him. anubis—the ancient egyptian god of the dead. ironically enough, he’d been the one makoto had been most curious about, as he passed judgment on mortal souls. he had weighed their hearts on a scale, against a feather…
makoto hadn’t looked much further after that, certain that the weight of sin in his heart would far outstrip that of a feather.
determinedly, he attempts to regain his composure, mouth pressing into a thin line. if it’s a matter of being mistaken, then— ) …My name is Makoto. I, didn’t mean to startle you.
[ Reign isn't much for gambling. But the prospect of earning chips without resorting to carnal activities is too good to pass up.
And so here he is, having joined the redhead in his little game. From what Reign has noticed of others playing with the "slot machine", this particular machine's prompt is fairly easy to accomplish.
As the prompt is read out, Reign can't help but grimace as he looks towards his companion and the state he's dressed in. ]
Well, this is going to take a bit of work.
[ Especially when Reign's current attire consists of buckles and straps. Doesn't help that he also has a vest under the harness, and a jacket to complete his look. Sorry Seth, it'll be a lot of layers. ]
[ for a few moments, seth just stares at reign, dread and annoyance flickering through his expression. he's not unaccustomed to a certain amount of layering, of course, given the clothing styles of his homeland, but.. this stranger is wearing so much.
clicking his tongue in obvious displeasure, he reaches out, flicking the frilly bit over reign's chest with a scowl. ] What is this? Is this decorative? [ fuck's sake. even in the market, he doesn't remember being draped in this much extraneous shit.
but then, that seems to be the style of this place: many layers, often frilly or lacy. the leather isn't so bad, but it serves no purpose that he can see. it certainly isn't any sort of armor, at least. and what are those on his feet? ]
[ While Reign often wear as many layers as he current does, it's one of his many firsts to put on something with frills and ruffles. It's the current trend being marketed by the resort, and of course he's always going to be abreast with the fashionable.
So he's a little offended when the redhead flicks the front of his dress shirt with a dismissive gesture. No one has thus far dare touch him like that. He can't help but lightly slap Seth's hand away, and if the redhead hasn't catch it yet, that movement causes a soft and subtle scent to drift closer to Seth. ]
They're called "ruffles", and yes it's decorative as much as it's a fashion trend. Now, do you want to trade clothes?
[ He narrow his eyes at Seth, pretty much judging his attire. And those on his feet? Sleek Oxford shoes, he's told. At least Reign has on a simple dark slacks? ]
Mm? [Shalem's long ears lend themselves to sharp hearing, and the serpent looks up from reaching for a lever. He just heard someone swear-- his black-scaled tail flicks as he turns around, forgetting the slot machine for now.]
What seems to be the matter?
[Polite, gentle-- quite the customer service smile and tone to him, right now.]
[ the tail earns a wary glance--god, monster, or something else?--but seth is quickly distracted from his caution by the question. ... ah. right. his face heats all over again as he remembers why he'd been cursing in the first place. ]
Nothing, [ he snaps, embarrassed, before forcing himself to take a breath and try again. ] This.. thing. I wasn't expecting-- [ a vague wave of the prompt visible on the small bracelet. ('watch', they call it.) then he scowls. ] I don't know why I wasn't expecting it. Everything else has been like this so far.
[ not for the first time since his arrival, he's grateful that neither horus nor the foreigner are here. .. or, fucking help him, osiris. ]
[ He raises a hand in salute, completely unperturbed by their precarious situation and the maiden’s demands. It isn’t the first time he’s been stuck somewhere with a stranger in this resort, making this an overall easier pill to swallow. The daemon smiles and drops his salute, satisfied that his introduction covers the not knowing part of their issue. Which is, admittedly, such a small sliver that it barely even counts.
Hello! This is the poor fool trapped inside with him. ]
Maybe we can reach a compromise? Lady, how about something less intense? [ “No, I shan’t take anything less than hardcore sex.” ] Haha… really? [ “Really.” ]
[ He turns his mismatched gaze onto the other man with a small shrug: ]
for a few moments, seth is stunned into silence by the nonchalant response from the stranger. it reminds him of the foreigner, actually: the introduction, the easy acceptance, even that stupid smile. and because it reminds him of the foreigner, it kind of pisses him off. ]
Stubborn?! [ his face flares with heat, and before he's even given it conscious thought, he slams his fist into the wall of the elevator next to the painting. it makes the maiden stumble away to the other side, clearly flustered, and leaves a small dent behind as seth uses that same hand to wave wildly toward her. ] It's a painting! I'm not.. going to.. [ damnit.
he wants to get out of this stupid box. this fucking painting isn't going to let him out of this box unless she gets her way. what she wants is.. well, humiliating. but it could be worse, couldn't it? this weirdo isn't an obsessed creep that thinks he owns him (weird that there are two of those in his life now), or horus. or fucking forbid, anubis. that's.. something. and once seth manages to leave this place, he'll never have to see any of these people again. ]
Fuck, [ he sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
[ Rokurou whistles, admiring the dent his companion has impressively punched into the elevator wall. It doesn't solve the problem whatsoever, no, but it shows that he's strong. One thing the daemon loves is someone strong; it's a shame that he can't challenge him to a fight in this enclosed space. Too small. There's absolutely no room to battle. ]
I hope they don't end up charging you for that, haha.
[ The elevator remains in place. Even if the girl had been startled by such violence she remains steadfast, refusing to move it until they agree to her demands. She huffs, crossing her arms once she collects herself. Rokurou, on his end, is scratching his head trying to figure out a way to please all parties.
Not an easy feat. He bounces between the two others—a very irritated red haired man and a very irritated painting—before trying again. ]
Well... I'm Rokurou Rangetsu, like I said. [ he even offers half a bow, remaining genial. he said it before BUT this is a proper introduction, hello. ] I agree that it's a painting. Most paintings I know don't do this ... but women don't change their minds easily. [ "He's right!" ] Anyway. So let's get to know each other. [ because this is clearly the answer to someone cursing about a possessed painting wanting them to do some fuck, ] Let's see... I'm a yaksha and war daemon. I love battle and fights, and I'm a swordsman. I love swords. I also like sweet potatoes. [ there. perfect. ] How about you?
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seth ( ennead )
a.
[ when seth comes awake, it's very suddenly and with a gasp, grunting as he forces the heavy comforter off and sits up. where the fuck is he? he was just with that idiot, wasn't he? and horus--
he falls back once more with a whumph into the luxurious mattress, staring up at the canopy unseeingly. isis is unwell. hathor has seized control. isis is unwell.
and where the fuck is he? he blinks, finally taking in the bed beneath him, the ridiculous jeweled bedclothes, the.. what is he wearing? what are all these straps? what is this fabric? .. did that useless god actually break his contract and take seth to his homeland? those questions have to wait, though, as he turns and sees another figure in the bed. ] What the fuck? [ he shoves himself upright again, anger and confusion boiling through him as he grabs the stranger's shoulder. ] Hey! Wake up! Who are you?
b.
[ later in the lounge, he can be found trying to find clothing that remotely resembles a shendyt (probably nude while he's doing so.. why should he care about nudity?), or scowling at the decorations, or this close to fighting a member of the staff. basically this is the wildcard option. ]
CRANE'S RESPITE
a.
[ of course he wound up in some weird fucking place, as if this massive inn wasn't already bizarre enough. what are the things in the water? how does he leave?
then something--a..tentacle?--starts to curl around his thigh, and seth yelps in shock, claws popping out of his fingertips as he takes a swipe at it. ] Just what do you think you're touching!
b.
[ he's out of danger of frisky tentacles and strange creatures, but he's also panting and flushed all the way down his throat and upper chest, humiliatingly turned on. he clings to the wall as he struggles to ignore it, to make it go away-- of all the times for horus and that fool god to be gone.
not that.. he wants their help. what is he thinking? ]
WELCOME: ELEVATOR
a.
[ in an elevator, one of the paintings starts getting uppity and demanding, and seth's lips draw back from his teeth in a snarl. ] What if I just rip you off the wall and tear you to shreds? [ he lifts a clawed hand threateningly. .. maybe someone should, uh, not let him do that. ]
b.
[ if someone manages to stop him, he still doesn't look thrilled about complying with any of this shit. but confessing his worst crime..? no one knows who he is here. no one knows what he's done. how is he supposed to just--
does it matter, though? maybe this is part of his punishment. and why does he care what these strangers think? his entire nation, all of kemet, knows his sins. so.. fine. ]
I abandoned my duties as guardian god and ruled my nation as king, and then killed my own people in droves like animals. [ he scrapes nails over what looks like black gems embedded in his wrist, mouth twisting into a brittle smile. ] My name is cursed now.
c.
[ the maiden's request makes his face flush, eyes widening in his face. ] Absolutely fucking not! I don't even know-- [ a vague, irritated gesture to the poor fool trapped here with him. ]
CASINO CHAPEL
[ look, he hates all of this and most of it makes no sense to his ancient sensibilities, but he knows that for humans, money is an important consideration. money gets things done. so if he wants to leave, money is probably the answer.
hence the damned machines. ] .. Trade clothes with someone new on the altar? [ he's scowling, of course, because this is stupid.. but more importantly, he doesn't want to wear all the stupid layers these people wear.
or... his prompt is: ] Ride.. face.. [ his face is starting to match his hair and eyes. ] .. on the altar.. [ a brief, embarrassed pause. ] What the fuck?
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[ generally, encounter him places. feel free to prompt with whatever, or pm to plan a thread. i have some info + warnings for seth in his journal! anything that leads to full smut will be m/m only, but in the off-chance that anyone is playing nephthys or isis, we can discuss things! ]
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Wh-What? [He asked blearily, before jolting awake at a stranger.]
I am Jin Guangyao, who are you?
[He looked around at the lovely room and the soft decor.]
Did the hotel do one of those matchmaking attempts again?
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without answering, he throws the comforter off entirely and slides his feet to the floor, standing as he shoves open the canopy to reveal the rest of the room. he's briefly annoyed all over again by the odd dress he's wearing--too many straps, too short, odd slick fabric--but that's a secondary concern to understanding the trick here.
.. matchmaking?
he turns to glance back at the stranger again, kohl-lined eyes narrowing. ] You haven't seen an obnoxious bearded god? He would have insisted that I'm his slave.
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No. While I have met a few gods, none had a beard.
A slave? [He knew a lot about the sort of indentured servitude his mother had gone through as a prostitute, and knew historically of slaves, but the whole idea was personally abhorrent to him as someone who had to walk a fine line in society.]
Do you need assistance? There is no one like the person you describe here.
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[ he steps closer to the unfamiliar furniture in the room, poking a floating thing (balloon), then plucking a candied red berry off a platter, turning it between his fingers. .. what is all of this? ]
You called this a.. hotel. [ he drops the berry again with distaste, rubbing juice-sticky fingers together. ] You're familiar with it?
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Elevator: B ( cw: mentions of genocide, death. )
Well, provided that all of what you're saying is the truth. [ At over seven feet, J doesn't merely lean against the opposing end of the elevator's interior, he engulfs it in full. But despite his imposing height in such a cramped interior, with his arms crossed across a broad chest and head tilted slightly to one side in thought, he appears entirely at ease with his present entrapment. ]
Did being cursed drag you down so low that you now react to a retelling of your crimes like a victim of them, rather than the villain of this story? [ The question J casts out between them lands with the air of speaking on the weather, his demeanor unruffled even in the face of a supposed immortal who ruled a people that suffered only death and catastrophe at his hand.
As if fearless of offending this genocidal being or encroaching on his personal space, pale wings idly spread out in a lazy stretch, barely concerned if they happen to brush against the other occupant trapped in here. But the look in J's eyes isn't so relaxed. Hawkish in their fixed gaze, they stare upon Seth's wrist with near fascination. The way nails scrape against the gems there initially draws his curiosity, but it's what he senses the stones to be that draws his interest like blood in the water.
The painting doesn't immediately pose any further demands for the demon to contribute. The portrait within gives him a moment as its unsettling eyes swivel from J then back again to the one clawing at his hand, sensing that the demon has picked up on a wound it would love to see torn into until it's left raw and weeping. ]
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I don't give a shit whether you believe me, or how you think I should act. I want to get out of this fucking box.
[ he knows what he did. he's begun to feel the full breadth of the horror of it, and it's.. the least of what he deserves, he knows. once he undoes the curse, once he's righted every wrong he can manage, an eternity of punishment on ra's sun-barge seems.. appropriate. and at least there, osiris can never touch him again.
the eyes on his wrist make him stiffen, skin prickling, eyes narrowing with warning. he slips his hand behind his back to break the stare, chin lifting in challenge. ] Well? I don't want to be here all day.
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What a temper! For a former god-king, you're surprisingly— [ Erratic, uninhibited, honest to the point of being an open book, and made terribly vulnerable in return for all of it. ] Human.
[ His companion's challenge jars the voyeuristic painting out of its reverie, releasing a non-existent breath held to see if more secrets would come from J's prodding. Seeing that his brief attempt at patience fails to produce any results, Judgmental John wheels on them in retaliation and declares, "That's right! Don't delude yourselves into thinking one confession is enough. Both must pay their dues and lay bare their crimes before I'll consider a punishment befitting the worst offense!
The laughter on J's side has died down; his amusement bled dry once their captor's monologue took center stage. The demon doesn't have any particular interest in a mouthy work of art or any proclivities it might possess. Be that as it may, as their painterly friend prattles on with a long-winded way of telling him to get on with it, J only continues to smile. His eyes haven't left Seth and his all-too-telling melodramatics the entire time. ] Personally, I wouldn't mind staying a while. It's rather cozy, don't you think?
[ J taunts the rash little creature he's been caged with, just to see if it'll make him hiss and spit in his direction again. Underneath all that bearing and poise, to the demon across from him, Seth more resembles a wild cat than anything regal—untrusting and quick to lash out, forever leery of any hand or body that draws too close. A truly pitiable thing. ]
Buuuut. [ Oh, he's planning something. If the way J levels a gaze at Seth is any indication, he's not making a bid for knowing the name of whoever might be in the painting. ] If my friend here will do me the honor of giving me his name, I'll change my mind.
I'd feel more comfortable bearing my soul if I knew who I was sharing my secrets with. [ On the off-chance his request ends up being denied, that's fine with him. If it'll provide an ounce of entertainment, he'll gladly condemn himself to this dual confinement for ages just to watch with intrigue what it's like for an ex-god to have a fit. ]
cw: violent thoughts i guess
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elevator b (seth!! have a god for a god 😊)
when the portrait turns sharp eyes on him, and feng xin realizes he doesn't necessarily have any room to talk, here. ]
...I abandoned the people I cared most for in the world, right when they'd needed me most. My oldest friend, as he experienced the greatest horrors of his life alone. And the woman I promised the rest of my life to, to carry and deliver our child herself.
[ well. that isn't quite the entire truth. xie lian had ordered him to leave and he'd agreed as a dutiful subordinate, and jian lan had broken up with him, hiding the pregnancy, always too proud and selfless for her own good. it doesn't make him feel any less responsible for both. ]
here we go
well, it's all far too late for that now, and all he can do is repent, accept his punishment, and try to make some of it right.
still, despite all that, hearing someone else confess to wrongdoing makes him laugh-- once, short and sharp and a little hysterical. ] Fuck! You're a piece of shit, too. [ he whips his head toward the painting, lips drawing back from his teeth in a smile that's more of a sneer, fanged like an animal. ] Still, we all know who wins this ugly little competition, don't we? [ scarlet eyes flick back toward the stranger as the painting seems to deliberate with itself, and seth tilts his chin up challengingly. ]
rubs hands
eventually — Well, says john, he seems a lot more remorseful, doesn't he?
the "he" in question being feng xin, whom john gestures towards before turning his attention back to seth.
Doesn't sound like your sins weigh that heavy on you. In which case—
oh. would seth like to add to his closing argument? ]
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nbd nbd just my heart aching for seth for the nth time nbd
it's fine, it's all fine!!! (nothing is fine) also just to be safe, cw: sa mentions
cw: gestures at all of ennead, tbh
sighs in osiris
all my homies hate osiris!!!
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elevator b
in fact, he's so damn tired of this place and it's little stupid whims he feels like maybe joining in some painting carnage. he rubs a hand over his face, ready to argue with a painting about not having to share anything, but this guy he's trapped with speaks up and zoro just kind of stares at him blankly for a few silent moments.
great. just great. another guy claiming to be a god. he's just gotten used to the idea of knowing one, now he's come across another. is this some kind of sick, cosmic joke?
he leans against the side of the elevator, arms crossed low over his chest and looks at the other man. doesn't look like any god he's ever seen ( but, again, he's only seen the one ). one brow arches slightly in question, )
So. ( he's not answering the painting question just yet, ) What's your name, then?
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Seth. What the fuck does it matter? [ he jerks his thumb toward the doors, brows knitting. ] I want to leave. [ he's never been particularly claustrophobic, even when imprisoned, but he doesn't like being trapped in one place with a strange man. even with most of his power sealed away, he's still stronger than the average human, but he's been captured and overcome by them before-- he'd rather not repeat those experiences.
he twists to kick a bare foot out at the doors, grunting with annoyance as they barely even dent, then gestures to it again. ] Either admit to some horrible shit you've done or help me break this thing.
arrival b
so makoto ends up spending some of his time in the lounge out of vague interest, even though he doesn’t really have his hopes up for seeing anyone familiar. he’s been poked and prodded to speak with some of the newcomers once or twice by staff, and he’s tried to be as cordial and compliant as possible.
truth be told, there is no love lost between makoto and the staff. their pushiness is irritating to him, and he’s thought more than once about lashing them with a barbed tongue or ineffectually clawing into them for their part in the scenarios he’s forced into in this place… but he gets the sense that they are a symptom, not a cause. it would be pointless to rage at someone who couldn’t effect any change, right?
this thought sticks in his mind as his attention is steadily drawn toward a stranger—one of the newcomers, he thinks—arguing with steadily-increasing volume and potential threat for violence with one of the employees in question. for a moment, makoto considers just watching the show… but, in an odd twist of capriciousness, he stands and approaches, going so far as to put a hand on seth’s elbow once close enough to do so. he smiles smoothly at the staff member. )
It would probably be better if I helped get him acquainted here, right? I’ll handle it.
( after they depart, makoto turns his attention up to seth, slick geniality melting away like overheated wax—this reveals that beneath it is an acerbic expression, odd on his youthful face. ) Yelling at them isn’t going to do anything. You’re wasting your breath trying.
( slowly, his gaze tracks over seth—a physique that one might term “heroic” (unless they knew more about him, perhaps), long red hair. presumably still nude, which doesn’t seem to faze the young demon at all (which, given the track the last few months of his life has taken, no, it wouldn’t). )
…Is there not anything here to your liking? ( the room is basically full of different kinds of clothes… do you know how hard it was to find decent clothes after arrival last month? )
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the voice at his elbow is unfamiliar, and the hand presumptuous. seth's had enough of being touched by people, both familiar and strangers, and his head whips around, teeth already bared.. only to freeze, eyes going huge in his face, expression smoothing to stunned blankness. white noise whines through his head. he can't breathe or think or speak.
that small size, the dark hair and eyes, it's like: ] .. Anubis? [ his fingers lift, almost touching, craving it. he wants so, so badly for it to be true, for his baby, his son, to be here and to be safe and to be.. not that. but the illusion shatters, and he drags in a breath that's just shy of a gasp, heart shattering all over again as he's forced to remember just where anubis is and what he's being forced to endure. all because of seth, and because of osiris's obsession with him.
he blinks once, then jerks back, caught between anger, bewilderment, and pain. fuck. what is he doing? ]
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having only been in hell for a few months, rather than stretches of decades or even centuries, he knows precious little. his education had been rather rudely interrupted by his being brought here, but even then, he would’ve needed to have had his senses muffled and his mind in a completely other place to miss the stranger’s reaction to him. it actually wasn’t the bit where he whirled on him, teeth bared in a feral snarl—that is the type of thing that makoto would foolishly bristle at and push back against, despite his physical inability to back it up. no, it’s the part right after, where he looks as though he’s seen a ghost. surprise leaps into his throat, making him feel suddenly uncertain; his hand falls from seth’s arm with the immediacy of having been scorched, stung, or shocked.
anubis? )
I-I’m sorry, I… ( he stammers, confidence from a moment ago thoroughly broken—he hadn’t intended to mislead him. he wouldn’t have approached if he knew that he might’ve reminded him of someone which clearly upset him. and—that name. he recognizes it, though many from earth might as well. makoto had once dug through a dozen or so different mythologies, both current and antiquated, searching for how different religions and cultures might have dealt with a person like him. anubis—the ancient egyptian god of the dead. ironically enough, he’d been the one makoto had been most curious about, as he passed judgment on mortal souls. he had weighed their hearts on a scale, against a feather…
makoto hadn’t looked much further after that, certain that the weight of sin in his heart would far outstrip that of a feather.
determinedly, he attempts to regain his composure, mouth pressing into a thin line. if it’s a matter of being mistaken, then— ) …My name is Makoto. I, didn’t mean to startle you.
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casino chapel
And so here he is, having joined the redhead in his little game. From what Reign has noticed of others playing with the "slot machine", this particular machine's prompt is fairly easy to accomplish.
As the prompt is read out, Reign can't help but grimace as he looks towards his companion and the state he's dressed in. ]
Well, this is going to take a bit of work.
[ Especially when Reign's current attire consists of buckles and straps. Doesn't help that he also has a vest under the harness, and a jacket to complete his look. Sorry Seth, it'll be a lot of layers. ]
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clicking his tongue in obvious displeasure, he reaches out, flicking the frilly bit over reign's chest with a scowl. ] What is this? Is this decorative? [ fuck's sake. even in the market, he doesn't remember being draped in this much extraneous shit.
but then, that seems to be the style of this place: many layers, often frilly or lacy. the leather isn't so bad, but it serves no purpose that he can see. it certainly isn't any sort of armor, at least. and what are those on his feet? ]
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So he's a little offended when the redhead flicks the front of his dress shirt with a dismissive gesture. No one has thus far dare touch him like that. He can't help but lightly slap Seth's hand away, and if the redhead hasn't catch it yet, that movement causes a soft and subtle scent to drift closer to Seth. ]
They're called "ruffles", and yes it's decorative as much as it's a fashion trend. Now, do you want to trade clothes?
[ He narrow his eyes at Seth, pretty much judging his attire. And those on his feet? Sleek Oxford shoes, he's told. At least Reign has on a simple dark slacks? ]
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What seems to be the matter?
[Polite, gentle-- quite the customer service smile and tone to him, right now.]
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Nothing, [ he snaps, embarrassed, before forcing himself to take a breath and try again. ] This.. thing. I wasn't expecting-- [ a vague wave of the prompt visible on the small bracelet. ('watch', they call it.) then he scowls. ] I don't know why I wasn't expecting it. Everything else has been like this so far.
[ not for the first time since his arrival, he's grateful that neither horus nor the foreigner are here. .. or, fucking help him, osiris. ]
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Shalem holds out a hand, asking for something to be put in it-- the wrist with the watch, really, given how the man angrily gestured towards it.]
May I see? I've heard these machines request something of you through the watches, but I've yet to see one myself.
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Elevator C, because this image is so funny to me I’m sorry
[ He raises a hand in salute, completely unperturbed by their precarious situation and the maiden’s demands. It isn’t the first time he’s been stuck somewhere with a stranger in this resort, making this an overall easier pill to swallow. The daemon smiles and drops his salute, satisfied that his introduction covers the not knowing part of their issue. Which is, admittedly, such a small sliver that it barely even counts.
Hello! This is the poor fool trapped inside with him. ]
Maybe we can reach a compromise? Lady, how about something less intense? [ “No, I shan’t take anything less than hardcore sex.” ] Haha… really? [ “Really.” ]
[ He turns his mismatched gaze onto the other man with a small shrug: ]
She’s stubborn.
omfg
for a few moments, seth is stunned into silence by the nonchalant response from the stranger. it reminds him of the foreigner, actually: the introduction, the easy acceptance, even that stupid smile. and because it reminds him of the foreigner, it kind of pisses him off. ]
Stubborn?! [ his face flares with heat, and before he's even given it conscious thought, he slams his fist into the wall of the elevator next to the painting. it makes the maiden stumble away to the other side, clearly flustered, and leaves a small dent behind as seth uses that same hand to wave wildly toward her. ] It's a painting! I'm not.. going to.. [ damnit.
he wants to get out of this stupid box. this fucking painting isn't going to let him out of this box unless she gets her way. what she wants is.. well, humiliating. but it could be worse, couldn't it? this weirdo isn't an obsessed creep that thinks he owns him (weird that there are two of those in his life now), or horus. or fucking forbid, anubis. that's.. something. and once seth manages to leave this place, he'll never have to see any of these people again. ]
Fuck, [ he sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
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I hope they don't end up charging you for that, haha.
[ The elevator remains in place. Even if the girl had been startled by such violence she remains steadfast, refusing to move it until they agree to her demands. She huffs, crossing her arms once she collects herself. Rokurou, on his end, is scratching his head trying to figure out a way to please all parties.
Not an easy feat. He bounces between the two others—a very irritated red haired man and a very irritated painting—before trying again. ]
Well... I'm Rokurou Rangetsu, like I said. [ he even offers half a bow, remaining genial. he said it before BUT this is a proper introduction, hello. ] I agree that it's a painting. Most paintings I know don't do this ... but women don't change their minds easily. [ "He's right!" ] Anyway. So let's get to know each other. [ because this is clearly the answer to someone cursing about a possessed painting wanting them to do some fuck, ] Let's see... I'm a yaksha and war daemon. I love battle and fights, and I'm a swordsman. I love swords. I also like sweet potatoes. [ there. perfect. ] How about you?