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TDM 04



【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.
Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】


BEACHFRONT PROPERTY
A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT



As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.
A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!
A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!
FUN IN THE SUN
DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP



What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”
Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
NOTES
▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.
▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.
▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!
▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.
▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.
▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!
▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.


TWINKLING CURRENTS
THE PARTY NEVER STOPS



As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.
Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
SANDY SCAVENGING
A GAME OF BEACHES



It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!
NOTES
▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.


INTO THE DEPTHS
IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE



Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!
Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
NOTES
▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.
▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.
▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality
▶ All 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 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!
▶ 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 regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.
▶ All 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 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!
▶ 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 regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.
Rufus Shinra | FF7R | NEW
THOSE WHO POUND S[A]ND. (SFW)
— THE PARTY NEVER STOPS;
SWIM UP TO THE [B]AR. (SFW)
— FUN IN THE SUN;
DAYDREAM [C]HAIRS AND PARASOLS. (POSSIBLE NSFW)
— MISCELLANEOUS;
WIL[D]CARD AND OOC NOTES.
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It might all be simulated and it isn't real, but there is still something dazzling and new about it that has Wriothesley's attention.
Rufus' words pulls his gaze away from the sky and he turns to look at the other with a smile. Wonder still shines in steel blue eyes as he speaks.] Quite. While it is not real, it is my first time seeing fireworks, so perhaps I can't help but be taken by the sight.
wrio my fave 🖤
...Really.
[He sips his drink, absently, letting the remark hang in the air almost like he's expecting the other man to just know to keep talking and fill the silence — only then the discomfort starts to rise again, and no, he's got to keep talking, got to find something else to say to make him respond again.]
Why is that? A lack of things to celebrate?
Oh no. I bloosh!!!
Mm, it's nothing like that. We had plenty of things to celebrate. [Hell, with Furina as your Archon, she'd definitely have a fireworks show at least once in her honour.] I just never had a chance to see them, I guess. Never quite around when it happened. [You can't see fireworks in a metal fortress under the ocean.]
They're quite beautiful though. I guess I've been missing out.
love me a good rowdy punchguy
Who doesn't. Give him a kith.
smooches his face
Rufus and Wrio must smooch at some point.
jots that down on my itinerary
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Still, that gives him the advantage here.
One of the lifeguards circling Rufus suddenly cries out before collapsing bonelessly onto the sand, the others quickly following suit, the wall of feathery musclebrains falling away to reveal…
…a scrawny mage who’d gone and temporarily paralyzed them with some elemental magic, Baizhu pulling his hand away from his final victim with a sigh. ]
Are you all right?
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But it seems he'd endured long enough for a rescue, at least. With a final look to the gulls groaning in the sand, just to make sure they intend to stay down, Rufus's attention shifts to the newcomer in his midst.]
Better now than a minute ago.
[He flicks a significant glance toward the musclehead nearest him, resisting the urge to nudge one that beefy torso with his foot for good measure. No sense in adding insult to injury at this point.]
Quite the advantage you have there. One on five isn't what I'd call ideal odds, but you made it look easy.
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[ So, good on him for not kicking these guys while they’re down, actually.
But his gaze softens as he gives Rufus a quick once over. ]
You’re not injured?
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A.
So, it is not surprising to find their attention turned to another. Sasuke does not recognize the man, but a presence cannot be denied, and rather than intervene, he finds himself hanging back. He hears a few squawks from the gulls — criticizing, evidently, this man's clothes. That he should be in a swimsuit, not wearing a linen coverup.]
They'll want you to change into one of their outfits. [Sasuke's voice is low and even, but loud enough to reach the stranger past his current adversaries.] It seems you have it handled, though.
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He could almost laugh. It's not that it's funny, and this isn't a good time to break character, but still.]
Pity. They're not my color.
[One of the gulls circles again; Rufus resists the urge to follow him, trusting spatial awareness to keep track of the hovering one while his attention rests on the others.]
Seems we could resolve this a different way, amicably. I have clothing vouchers, and I'm not opposed to using them.
[The implication being, he'd have to be permitted to actually go and utilize them, however.]
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Is it cruel not to step in and assist? Yet it appears this man needs no aid, as the threat sends a ruffling of disquiet through the gathered gulls. Clicks and squawks of orange beaks almost humorously absurd to watch.]
I'll accompany him, [Sasuke finds himself saying, earning several beady-eyed stares.] Perhaps it will allow me to find something more suitable to wear as well. [Yeah right. Still, it seems to persuade them — and they begin to back off.]
... They weren't happy when I chose to keep my shirt. [Explanatory, as he approaches the man once the lifeguards are gone.] I don't care if you use the vouchers, but we should at least visit a few stores, or they'll just return.
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sorry for the delay!
sits here. :)
he isn't surprised to see the desk, and he isn't surprised to see rufus seated atop it, either. the attire is different, of course—tseng has never known rufus to put so much skin on display—but somehow, in the context of a beach dream, tseng can't question it too hard. it suits the scenery, at least.
it's been a long time since tseng dreamed, and even longer since he dreamed of rufus. ]
Yes, Mr. President. [ tseng stops a foot or so away, feeling his toes curl into the cooler layer of sand underneath the surface. there's heat clawing its way up from deep inside him, a flush that starts in the pit of his belly and works out to his extremities. ] It's yours to use as you see fit.
[ just like tseng. his fingers curl at the small of his back, an instinctive gesture, trying to suppress the desire to reach out and run his hands possessively up the soft insides of rufus' thighs. ]
opens my arms and his legs
It is surprising that Tseng turns up like this — dressed for the beach, barefoot, and looking at him like the sun's got him parched and Rufus is one of those frosty drinks from the swim-up bar. He likes that, he finds. Likes to be looked at like this. Everyone looks at him in one way or another, but no one, no one gets to look at him like this.
Not unless he wants it, and oh, does he want it.]
That's right.
[He can tell, on some level, that this isn't...right. That office desks don't just turn up on beaches, that the mood he's in is a lot more libertine than he would normally allow himself. There's a hazy element of it all that doesn't quite feel real, and yet he finds he's not eager to dwell too much on it. It's enough to feel as though what's unfolding here doesn't matter, and if he's being given no choice in the respite, then he might as well relish what he's got while it lasts.
He flicks his gaze over Tseng, from his toes to his eyes, slow and appraising. There are few people in the world more controlled than Tseng is; all of his tells are subtle when they're even there at all. But Rufus knows where to look, knows what it means that he's even seeing as much as he's able to see. There's a tension in Tseng that's fit to burst, and that — now that's interesting.]
I wonder what you'd do with it, if you could.
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still, tseng doesn't look away. he holds rufus' gaze, steady, and tilts his head slightly to the side in consideration of the question. what would he do with the desk, if he could? nothing. that seat is not for him, not for anyone save rufus shinra himself—tseng could no more sit behind it than he could pluck meteor from the heavens with his bare fingers. surely rufus knows that, though, and so there must be another question within the question, the heart of what he's really asking.
synechdoche, tseng thinks. not what he would do with the desk, but what he would do with rufus, the boy-king whose empire the desk represents. ]
As much as you'll allow.
[ the heat in him is terrible. it swells up like storm surge, makes his throat tight with the desire to swallow rufus whole. he wants to put his hands in rufus' hair, wants to shove his face into the desk and find out what rufus sounds like when he comes. he wants to peel back the layers of rufus' skin and find out what makes his heart beat, his muscles twitch, what makes him tick. he wants, and the want burns a hole straight through him. ]
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[A]nother rescuer
They scatter. Only once they've attained a safe distance do they turn back to shriek at him angrily, but Enji shrugs. He has absolutely no tolerance for that kind of behavior.]
Then don't harass people! I don't have time for your games.
[They don't like him, and he doesn't like them; this is somehow a well-established fact already. The lifeguards continue to disperse further, and Enji glances at Rufus, inclining his head in acknowledgement. He's still (slowly) getting used to the fact that he must look ridiculous in his robe and his unsuitable swimsuit, and he's sympathetic to Rufus' own current garb.]
They shouldn't bother you again.
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It's a good act, and helps to sell the bit. Once the guards start to scatter, he's free again to uncoil and do a quick check of his absurd linen robe, making sure he's still got reasonable coverage of everything common decency might want covered before turning his attention to his rescuer.
It's an older man, quite tall and quite well-built — the sort of person who'd honestly stand a chance of looking good in the beach dress code being enforced, or at the very least looking like he'd knock a few of your teeth out if you suggested he didn't. Very different from Rufus's more polished, more fluid way of carrying himself. Still interesting, despite it.]
That was quite the trick. Fire magic?
[He nods a little in return, in that sort of "we've just formed an understanding that we're mutually not talking about what the hell we're wearing" kind of way.]
I appreciate the intervention, regardless. And you are?
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Enji may have appreciated Rufus' observant reaction to his "attack", but he raises his eyebrows slightly when his Quirk is referred to a a "trick". He doesn't believe in magic. However, he has been informed that the people here apparently are abducted from a staggering range of places. Different worlds. He's not sure what to believe about what he's been told, but he's willing to entertain the possibility that that's true. People in his own world once would have considered Quirks a kind of magic.
In spite of his disgust with this place, he hasn't forgotten his overall resolution to be more personable. Or more precisely, to be a better person, no matter the circumstances he finds himself in. He replies politely, if somewhat tersely.]
It's an ability I was born with.
[Whether that can be considered "magic" can remain a matter of perspective.]
I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. I'm Enji Todoroki.
[It's rare that he's called upon to identify himself. Once, he would have given his hero name, but he doesn't see the point in that now. He returns Rufus' nod. He is more than willing to be part of the understanding that discussion of their clothes is best avoided. What dignity they have remaining should be preserved. Rufus does seem to have a certain dignity, even in this place, a quality Enji appreciates.]
And you?
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the party never stops
Hmm? Oh.
[ It's... that guy. She's met him before, hasn't she? Didn't they cross paths the last time she was here, however briefly? Navia is almost certain of it. Some people just leave an impression on you, and the impression she feels is that she cannot stand him. It's a little jarring, honestly.
Wait. This was the man in the elevator, right? The memory of her stint here is a little hazy, but ugh, he'd been insufferable, so high and mighty, like she was beneath him somehow.
And yet, here he comes, trotting up to her now with all the eagerness of a puppy hoping to be scratched behind the ears. The urge to rebuff him immediately is strong, but there's something so sincere in his expression that she doesn't have the heart to turn him away.
Huffing a little chuckle, Navia looks back up in time to see a splash of glittering lights erupting in the sky, taking the shape of a firm pair of buttocks before fizzling out again. Classy. ]
They sure are something. A bit more colorful than the ones we have back home.
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[There's an immediate relief to being acknowledged, which he knows is strange and uncomfortable and unlike him, but where most of the time his loneliness is something he's able to rationalize or suppress, this time it's incessant and only the promise of human contact seems to do. He's not about to squander it now that he's got it, however fleetingly, and he sips his drink again to keep his throat wet in the hopes of an extended conversation.]
Well. Maybe "festive" is stretching it.
[And "colorful" is a nice way of putting it, but still. It's not as though it couldn't be a lot worse.]
I'd still take it over being chased around the beach by bird-headed lifeguards, though.
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The mention of the seagull lifeguards earns another laugh, especially when that comment is followed up by a firework that bursts into a shimmering erection, complete with a dazzling shower of ejaculate. Truly magnificent. ]
Those gulls are the worst, aren't they? The first one I tried to talk to about getting a swimsuit pecked at me with his beak. I thought I was going to lose an eye.
[ A slight exaggeration, but gossiping about the literal bird-brained lifeguards seems just as good of a way to pass the time as any. ]
How long have you been here?
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b.
And topical, [ he agrees. Caleb's voice is low and gently accented--Zemnian to him, but quite a few people here have called it German. ] No one has ever accused this place of subtlety, but at least dick-shaped fireworks are entertaining.
[ Timely, the sky above them erupts with green light in a distinctly phallic outline. ]
You are welcome to have a seat. Especially if you wouldn't mind a conversation.
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But notably, he is pretty sauced on the loneliness juice right now, and so the smooth, gentle extension of comfort feels like a balm on frazzled nerves.]
...That's fine.
[He says, and swallows against a throat that feels like it's gone dry, which he briskly remedies with another sip of his drink. Yes, a seat and conversation sounds like the best idea in the world right now, frankly, and he'll have to dissect precisely why that is at a later time.]
You're alone, then? Or...?
[He motions to the bonfire, by way of implication. Such things are usually social affairs...aren't they?]
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C! because clearly they have unfinished business ;)
Sylvain is eyeing it a bit dubiously even before Rufus speaks and then he gives a quiet snort of laughter as he glances from the very out-of-place piece of furniture and the man perched atop it. ]
I suppose so? Why do I get the feeling that your opinion of your father is complicated enough that offering to set the thing on fire probably isn't gonna cut it?
[ Or maybe that's his own daddy issues talking. ]
opens my arms hello again
Regardless, the mention of his father makes him smile a little, the emotions interwoven through that particular remark blunted by the effects of the dream and of his suit being in full force both. Maybe another time he might've bristled; now, the assessment is just amusing because it's hardly wrong.]
Mm. Clever you.
[Nothing but daddy issues the whole way around, here.]
He'd hate seeing it go up in ashes. But he'd hate a lot of things we might do to it, in general.
flings myself at you happily!
team daddy issues let's goooooooooo
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C
the heavy, dizzy feeling is his first sign of a problem, diamond mark on his chest aching beneath his clothes. the second is a moment after, the abrupt realisation that he's no longer seated comfortably in the lounge chairs, but standing and in a familiar outfit he doesn't have here in front of—a desk. a desk? in the middle of the sands? and on it, perched comfortably, a silhouette he'd only seen briefly around during the day.]
... is it?
[he doesn't have the context here by any means, but with such a complex expression, he can get some kind of vague idea. and, with a fresh wave of heat coursing through him, it doesn't really matter. honestly, he's still glad he's kind of used to this feeling. at least enough to speak clearly.]
That does seem like a reasonable inference, if you've inherited it.
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[Strictly speaking, it's probably the most apt word for it, too, given that Rufus was somewhat less personally involved in his father's untimely death than he might otherwise have preferred. Still, there's a passivity to inherited that compels him to want to say otherwise. It's not as though it was easy, getting to where he is now. It's not as though it was a sure thing.
He's never been one to sit back and just let things come to him; he wants them and he takes them. It's an apt consideration, for the way he's looking at the newcomer in his midst right now.]
Either way, it's got his fingerprints on it. So I've got some cleaning to do.
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