TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 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!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

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.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

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.

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.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

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!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

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.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

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.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ 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.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

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Ragna the Bloodedge | BlazBlue | 3 of ♦️ (Current)

[belialedge]

Sun's Out Guns Out

Those Who Pound Sand • SFW

[ To say that the lifeguards creep one particular beachgoer the hell out would be the grossest understatement. Declining them off the jump to get changed into swimwear was already enough of a chore that grates on his nerves. He's fine! If anything, he's better equipped for the beach than most guests may be off the jump, having already long since purchased an appropriate ensemble for the crystalline sands and pristine ocean blues that await everyone. If there's one saving grace of being forced out of his own suite and into a bungalow, it's that he's closer to the royal floors from here; at least he still has access to his spare bedroom in Weiss' newly anointed manor of a suite.

That didn't just erase all of the Grim Reaper's problems, however, as he is still just a step above that Diamond in the Rough he'd come to be called upon arriving. Anybody who was low rank? Was a target. ]



Would you all just PISS OFF ALREADY?!? [ He's only just gotten here proper, tugged and pulled at by hands and monstrosity of beaks as the gulls yell and scream at him for his waffle coned ice cream. ] Goddamn beefy ass, big-titted gull faced FREAKS I'm about to defeather your sorry asses—

[ And don't think he won't do it, either. The crowd of gulls have about five seconds before Ragna starts throwing fists. Fists that are a miracle for that they haven't started flying already. But they very well may start about now. Because his cone gets slapped out of his hand by one of the bullying seagull lifeguards, the cookies & cream splatting into the sand, unrecoverable. The tension in Ragna's shoulders builds, hands balling into fists and the vein on his forehead about to pop. ]

Oh you motherf—

Strip Volleyball • SFW

[ We now interrupt your regularly scheduled BlazBlue for...Dead or Alive? You and Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge over here have now been challenged by the resort's staff. In other words, on the other side of the volleyball net, are a pair of oiled up, muscly and curvy lifeguards with Seagull heads. It's time for a ~SPECIAL CHALLENGE~! Welcome to Strip Volleyball! The rules are simple. You and your partner must defeat the talented duo that is the gulls in a game of beach volleyball! For every rally lost, one player must strip themselves of one article of clothing, or forfeit the game! The first team to strip the other of all their clothes is the winner!

If you win, each of you will receive a MEDIUM PAYOUT!

Good luck and work up a sweat, everyone! ]

[ The muscular gull flexes their muscles, striking a pose that causes their oiled up pecs to bounce. The gull wearing a two piece bikini blinks back at Ragna and his partner with its beady little eyes, purposefully stretching their arms behind their freakish bird noggin which only accentuates their juicy breasts. ]



[ As Ragna mouths "what the fuuu..." ]

Daydream Parasols • NSFW

[ Between impromptu rounds of volleyball, trying to smash his ass over a watermelon blindfolded and the chaotic scramble from the first time he came up here and got harassed by the freaky lifeguards with gulls for heads, to say that Ragna was getting tired would be a gross understatement. Before the hidden nature of the lounge chairs even has a chance spread their influence unto him, fatigue causes his shoulders to droop as he threads his hand through wild spikes of white hair. With a wide yawn, they're looking increasingly tempting, especially since the large umbrella overcasting them keeps the "sun" off those who would be reclining. ]

The hell's come over me? [ YAWN. ] Damn, I'm sleepy.....

[ Well? It doesn't look like these were occupied by anyone. He doesn't see leftover drinks or signs that they've been used. No one else is around...so maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some proper alone time for himself as he crawls onto one of the chairs. Rolling onto his back, he gazes up at the clear blue skies as the sound of seagulls, waves rolling along the pure sandy shoreline, and guests partying and laughing become faded afterthoughts in his mind. Already, his eyelids feel about as heavy as the rest of his limbs do as he deliberates whether he was more exhausted than he thought. Was he giving himself enough time to rest these days?? ]



Haa...

[ One slow blink. Two...and upon the third— ]
☁️☁️☁️
?!

[ Suddenly, Ragna is "wide awake", unaware that he's in a dream initially as all fatigue has now left his body. Damn. Did he really just need to lie down for a minute? Not even? Either way, he somehow finds himself questioning it less and less as he sits upright in his lounge chair, heaving a sigh that comes off a lot more heated than he wanted it to. And the sky is so...ethereal. Pastel clouds and sparkles across the sky. Is this what the resort's supposed to look like as the "sun" starts to go down? Either way, he doesn't appear to question it in the moment as he turns to look one way...then another way.

Until his mismatched gaze falls upon the person next to him on their own lounge chair. Whether he recognizes them or not, the question remains the same, ignoring the wild thrumming sensation in the centre of his chest— his diamond tattoo a deep and vivid shade of red. More vivid than it's ever been in his entire stay here at this resort. ]

Hey. [ A beat. ] How long was I out for?

Starlight on the Water

Across The Night Sky • SFW

[ Aaand after getting mortified AGAIN by goddamn fish heads on a pair of tits or beefy abs, he's since taken his Seaberry Floradora away from the swim-up bar to finish it off in the comfort of his own isolation. Isolation that may not be the best idea for Mr. Grim Reaper who finds himself seated on a large beach towel in the sand. Having already drank half of his admittedly tasty cocktail, the pensive look in his eyes slowly begins to shift. Except as he peruses the stars that kiss the sky whilst a warm sea breeze washes over him, his expression doesn't lift as he seeks out anything closer to home. No...the exact opposite. From pensive to morose, his tongue clicks when he realizes this wave of feelings coming over him. ]



Tch— What the hell's gotten into you? You've been just fine up to now, [ And he does have others here that he's come to count on. A lot has changed over the course of five months— so, so much. More than he may truly admit. ] So why do I suddenly feel so goddamn...

[ Memories of old stardust days wash through his conscience; days where simpler times meant taking care of his little sister or playing with his brother so he didn't get too jealous. Of waking up with flecks of sunlight through the foliage stirring him, all while Saya watches over him with a weak smile. Even more recent...putting up with Taokaka's antics and bottomless stomach. "Good Guy" this, "Rawrgna" that. The tears that dotted Noel's eyes after he gave up his left arm the first time for her. Everything that he grew soft over... ]

...alone?

[ Huh? When did Ragna have his gloved right hand up, reaching out for a sky that was so fake it should have been sickening? A frown mars his lips, drink half consumed but working its magic swimmingly. The feeling of loneliness clutches his chest tighter than before, heaving sighs on his own as if in an unspoken, pathetic excuse of calling for help without actually saying it. Although that may soon change the moment he lays eyes upon someone else. ]

Wildcard & Notes

( OOC; Hi there! Prefs & Kinks here! Ragna is 23, OTA with an m/f pref, and 17+ for smut. I'm also open for any other prompts and scenarios not listed above! He's also available for scavenger hunt requirements if your character needs/you'd like a thread around those. I'd also be interested in Gen & Spicy versions of The Beach Bunny Barbecue Bonanza!

For Daydream Parasols, Ragna is a Diamond suit, which means that various spicy content may include: Excess Precum/Cum, Multiple Orgasms, Little to No Refractory Period, Minor Physical Changes (larger cock), Aphrodisiac in Bodily Fluids, Lust, Touch Sensitive. A refresher on suit traits can be found here. If there are any traits you do NOT want to play with, let me know! I can play fast and loose with a lot of these and include/exclude any "nope"s if there are any. Otherwise, have fun. It's a dream. 💦

If there are prompts that you'd like to take a NSFW turn despite being marked as gen, ping me and let me know. I'm open with some discussion and planning! )

Daydream Parasols

[factoring]

[ She did spot Ragna asleep in one of the chairs, and figured why not join him? It probably wouldn't take him too long to wake up from a nap on the beach... What she wasn't expecting was the way she drifted off so quickly.

Food and drink, she's prepared for, but chairs and umbrellas? That's a different story.

The outfit she's in does display the small black clubs marking on her right hip in its full darkness.

With the combination of aphro and impulsiveness from suit activation, she's already sliding into his lap. ]

Not too long. Does it really matter?

[belialedge]

[ With Kyoko donning such an enticing number, if this weren't a dream? Ragna may have very well found himself flabbergasted at the prospect of it all. If his Diamond Suit wasn't at full activation, his own impulses and downright lust not suddenly cranked past 11 until the dial was torn clean off the base... Ragna may have had an entirely different reaction. But now? His eyes don't know where to look. The curve of her hip where the black Club tattoo is practically pitch black, the way the strings of her bikini hug those hips so deliciously high— like guiding his hands to where they should be when he started fucking into her.

He's going to be here all day on this beach, rattling off every part of her he couldn't stop thinking of in this dreamscape. He wasn't anticipating running into her here, but just as she suggests, already sliding into his lap and inviting those hands of his to not only find purchase on her hips, but comfortably spread his legs in his own lounge chair.

Did it really matter?

As his arousal stirs and already begins filling out in his swimming trunks, it's only one layer on both ends. What was going on? Why was he so hot all of a sudden? So rapidly? Like any longer without someone's touch — without Kyoko's touch — he was going to succumb to mind-numbing pain? Clarity was hard right now, but he keeps enough of it for her sake as his hands grab a handful of her ass, wasting little time already in this heavily escalating dream to grind her down against the growing weight of his cock beneath his shorts. ]

Nope. [ She's a fucking killer, straddling him and punching every button to flip his drive and run him wild in record time. It's concerning, yet as he looses a hot exhale and his full suit beckons him to follow his more bestial instincts...

The location. Shit. The location was all wrong. Who could see them like this? Everyone? Not entirely aware that any faces that happen by will be ethereal blurs, or just not present at all, the risk only stirs his excitement all the more. It wouldn't be the first time he'd fucked right under the noses of others unsuspecting. His hands knead her backside, coaxing her to rub and roll along his clothed dick as he groans through his words. ] What the hell...is happening to me...?

[ He's not denying it. Doesn't want to. ]

[factoring]

[ The heat in her body feels like it's piercing down to her very soul. A kind of desperate need she didn't think would very truly exist. Touch might not be the cure to all her ailments, but it's certainly helping with the heat that's overtaking her and overwhelming her ability to properly think.

His hands on her hips, his erection under her, when it should be in her.

To hell with the location, she wants what she wants, and she's going to get it now. If somebody else sees them, that's their problem.]

Haaa... [Pressing their lips together, biting and bruising, while she's rubbing her crotch against his.] How can you even... think about that...?

[belialedge]

[ He can barely think to begin with right now. But that's becoming less and less of a problem with every passing second as Kyoko crushes their lips together, the sensation of her crotch rubbing over that bulge urging him to moan into her mouth. To part his lips and delve his tongue to roll with hers as he drinks the taste of her down. Dizzying. Everything is so fucking dizzying right now as he gets a chance to fleetingly breath to answer her. ]

Hell if I knew...

[ But gods he wasn't going to get anywhere this way if they just kept rubbing and dry grinding on the other between trunks and skimpy bikini bottoms. A large hand possessively claps Kyoko's ass. Not quite a spank, if the way he keeps his hand there after and squeezes was telling, forcing her to rub and grind on his dick even harder than before. Usually it'd take a couple more moments to work him up. To get him good and ready and hard for her. But this was a dream.

Dreams didn't need to make sense, for how long it was going to take to rile him to no end. For Kyoko to get her prize as his other hand shoves itself between their bodies to snap the waistband of his shorts up so he can at least push the front of them down. Kyoko's body rubs further up his body just for a moment. Long enough for when his cock does finally spring free, that when she grinds back down, she'd be able to feel it, hot and throbbing when it slaps against her ass, already dripping wet with glistening precum. ]

STRIP VOLLEYBALL.

[izanagis]

[There's something to be said for the logic of having a strip game at the beach. But they're here now, so -- better work on strategy. Hands on his hips, Yu surveys the four of them, counting two pieces of clothing each: shirt and swim trunks for three of them, and one...gull guard...wearing a two-piece bikini. Okay. That's roughly fair. Roughly. Right??

... anyway.

He hasn't exactly played a ton of volleyball. But never let it be said that Yu Narukami isn't up for a challenge, and while he's feeling just as much "what the fuuu--" as Ragna, he somehow looks completely unbothered. Not just like he was expecting this, but as if he knows they're going to come out on top.

So here they are, two well-cut silver-haired dudes versus two muscle-bound birdbrains. He gives Ragna a nod.]

We've got this. Ready?

y'all ready for this

[belialedge]

[ Frankly, Ragna might have been a little bit worried if it wasn't some kind of strip game. ... HEAR THIS NARRATOR OUT. When things don't take a sexual turn, they usually take on a more creepy, haunted and supernatural twist. And if this beach was hiding some dark secret beneath the surface of the water or more sinister? One Grim Reaper in particular was not in the mood to handle that right about now. Even unwinding on the beach was an ask for someone like him, but if the months have done one thing? It's tempered his formerly brick wall of a personality that vehemently refused to do anything. Here's here, dressed for the part, and now in a sticky predicament alongside a familiar face.

The number of times that Ragna has played volleyball can be counted on zero hands. Luckily, however, he's heard of it. Seen it played at Talon a couple of times. You get three hits before it has to go to the other side of the net, right? Simple enough. In concept. Once he's done his best to dispel how freaked out he was at the unreasonably buff birds, Ragna shares a look and nod with Yu, cool as a cucumber in comparison. ]

[ "AAAND WE HAVE OURSELVES A SCRAMBLE ON THE BEACH, LADIES AND GENTLEBIRDS!!" ]

[ Suddenly, various NPCs and guests alike are now standing on the sidelines to watch, along with a couple more Seagull Lifeguards who screech and holler. Except for one. The one that's calling the game seemingly out of thin air from a commentary table! It's a seagull-headed announcer! And they speak fluently and coherently which defies all logic! ]



Where the hell did that table come from?? [ A beat. ] Whose playing this freakin music—?!

[ "Who is going to walk away with all the glory?? And who is going to wind up...STRIPPED...of all of it?? It's the Golden Peacock's finest of the flock, versus the SS-Class Duo of Yu Narukami and Ragna the Bloodedge!!" ]

God. Just...

[ "We've got this. Ready?" ]

Whatever. No falling behind to these feathered freaks. Got it?

[izanagis]

[In moments like this, it's almost kind of a shame that Yu isn't from a later canon point, because right now, he's absolutely not used to having an audience like this. They're cheering, they're whistling, they're practically foaming at the mouth, and they're all clearly hyped up to see whatever show these four are about to put on.

It's... Look, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't intimidating. But you can't let them see you're afraid, either. Isn't that how you're supposed to deal with bears?*

(*advice not recommended when dealing with bears)

As much as Yu is neither an expert camper nor a Bear Whisperer, he can recognize a setup when he sees it, and putting the spotlight on them like this? Definitely a setup.] Ignore them, [said as an aside to his partner.] They're trying to rattle us with all the attention. Not like it'll work, right? [... Whether he's feeling that confident or just bluffing, it's not unconvincing.

(Boy, does he hope he doesn't screw this up by not knowing what he's doing.)

Oh. He's got the ball. When the hell did he get the ball? ... Doesn't matter, looks like he's up.] Leave it to me. [And just like that--

BA-BA-BA-BOWWWW!!! goes the DJ airhorn as the music pumps louder, bass thrumming, and for some reason there's party strobe lights going off too, which isn't distracting at all in the slightest, now is it? Only marginally less distracting is the announcer, who --I guess this is appropriate-- announces:

"LLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEE--"

Which sounds fine and good, until one of the other lifeguards sidles over and goes, "Dude, really? What is this, the 1980s? Can we even SAY that? I thought it was, like, SUPER trademarked--"

--Which is all just an aside and not at all important to the main action, which is that Yu serves the ball. What, that's it? Really? Yeah that's it, what, do you think I know anything about volleyball? Boy hit ball, ball go whoosh. Their opponents may look like they'd get distracted by something as simple as an errant french fry (in fact, one of them has to tear their eyes away from someone rather distractingly eating a hot dog) but they both snap to attention as the ball flies in their direction. Looks like the game is on!]

[belialedge]

Like hell it'll work. Now then...

[ Ragna's locking tf in right now, regardless of just how zany the game was about to become. It's a game where a maximum of three strikes per side are allowed before it has to pass over to the other side. Simple enough in concept. One catches the oncoming onslaught, the other sets it up, and the final one is spiked down for a point. Or in this case, what they can hope is the articles of clothing on the seagull lifeguards. For the one that conventionally looks(?) like a man, he's dressed similarly to Ragna; the "tank" of the team, as it were, with a tropical and open-hanging shirt, shorts, sandals that somehow manage to stay on despite the chaotic scramble that's about to ensue.

The "female" gull lifeguard? Matching bikini top and bottom. She's the glass cannon of the pair. This means that Ragna and Yu have an advantage by default! ...Right? ]

Let's go!

[ When Yu serves, Ragna is already bracing himself in the back as the seagulls get distracted for a fleeting second by someone cramming a hot dog in their face. ]

Hah! Dumbasses! [ Aaand they're snapping to attention instantly. ] Aw crap.

[ One...two...three! The beefier of the two lifeguards spikes it between the two of them with considerate force. ]

Got it!!

[ Just don't knock it out of bounds. Send it UP, Ragna! He dives for it through the sand, successfully popping it up. ]

Yu!

[ Time to call for the assist! Ragna's already shoving himself to his feet, kicking sand up beneath him as he rushes towards the front of the net. ]

strip volleyball;

[laserguy]

[Maybe he should've worn something more than blue swim trunks and an open white shirt, huh? But guess that means they just have to play their best and defeat their opponents with absolute zero mercy. Look, maybe these oversized birds shouldn't have challenged the Grim Reaper himself and a mutant that's always looking to let out some steam, despite how calm he may appear.

He's totally on board to utterly destroy their competition and humiliate the staff, if only because they've been pestering some of the guests. Karma and whatnot.

Scott's at least definitely comfortable working with Ragna on this, standing next to him and... arching an eyebrow at him when he notices the expression he's making. Granted, given that one of the birds is practically flashing him with her breasts, he doesn't fully blame him. He tries to keep a straight face about that, although Scott is failing just a little, as amusement leaks into his voice.]

You do realize that we have to win before I'm forced to take off my shades. [Scott pauses for a moment.] And that you're taking your shorts off before I take off these glasses.

[belialedge]

[ Ragna, on the other hand, had a little extra "armour" before he was shed bare. Red hoodie, swimming trunks, a pair of sandals...so that's four chances. Five if they counted his right arm being sleeved up all the way to the shoulder. However, at that point, he might as well consider himself naked and forfeit. THAT was not coming off. Much in the same vein that Scott's shades were going to be the last ones off. Chancing the bare Azure Grimoire reaching out to sap away someone's life force or a birdbrain getting Optic Blasted was probably not the best outcome for how one of them gets kicked off the beach.

At the very least, he's glad that it's Scott that he rolled up with on this impromptu showdown. Tightening his glove on his right hand, he at least manages to shake his own nerves off whilst the gull lifeguard breasts boobily at him. Whilst amusement leaks into the mutant's voice, the Grim Reaper doesn't sound so amused.

Or rather, as the duo on the other side of the net continue to pose for the growing crowd while SCREE-ing>, he sounds dead serious on taking them down now that they've been set up. There's money on the line! That and he doesn't want to think of the punishment that'll come alongside getting nude if they wound up losing to these feathered freaks. There's only a couple short moments left before the volleyball was gonna get scooped up. When the time comes, it's going to be the lifeguards that have the first serve. ]

Right. Just like we gotta win before I'M forced to take off the restraint on my Grimoire. [ As for whose taking off what first... ] I'll be the buffer. I got some flipflops to sacrifice if they pull some horseshit on us.

[ But then... ]

We just won't let them get the chance!

[laserguy]

I'll being trying extra hard for you, Ragna.

[Does it sound flirty? Well, probably not from Scott, because he is being pretty serious about this now. The prior amusement he had before has almost fully vanished from his face, because controlling powers and having restraints are important things to him. He understands it better than most. As he looks at the lifeguards, sizing them up in a way that isn't discreet at all, Scott rolls his shoulder and nods.]

We'll win... and not only will we win, we won't have to take off a single article of clothing.

[Scott's words draws some gasps and cheers from the crowd, although it only seems to incentivize their opponents. Their screeching and squawking reaches new heights as they get in position, just a few seconds away from starting the first volley. Scott braces himself as well and while volleyball isn't something that he's played often in the past, he'll just treat it as another training exercise.

He's working with a teammate and hitting something while defending their side, the basic principles are there.]

[belialedge]

[ GASP! What kind of development is this! Scott is exuding such confidence, that not a single article of clothing is going to be lost on their watch. Now the pressure is on. Not just for the gullheaded freaks across the net, but for Ragna as well. He's only watched volleyball! But...he at least knows the basics. That, and he can at least bank on a couple factors. He's tall. He knows he's strong. And if it boils down to it, he can pour on the juice when it comes to bursts of speed when need. Scott's a terrific hand-to-hand fighter; he should know, he bested him the first time! But as for everything else that follows? Whose to say?

Whilst the gulls prepare their serves while the NPC crowd bicker amongst themselves if the King really was going to live up to his word, or get dragged down into the abyss by his lowly 3 of a subject partner... ]

Shit. With confidence like that, who am I to pump the brakes.

[ Ragna stomps forward, taking the receiving side of the future server. The one with the big titties. ...but which one? The beefy ass pecs on the "male" bird, or the ones straining in their bikini top? They're both hauntingly distracting. And yes, it's ALL the goddamn fault of their heads. He can't be rattled. Can't fall behind. Cracking his knuckles, his brow knits and body is ready. ]

Bring it on, you beaky sonsabitches!

[ If Ragna can just properly defend and get it up for Scott (heh), he can deal a wicked spike. One can only hope as the bird delivers a wicked serve.

WAY TOO FAST— ]

!!!

[ It's going for the far right corner, in bounds! And Ragna has to quite literally take a dive into the sand with an outstretched hand to tap it up into the air. ]

Scott!!

Those Who Pound Sand

[blastedass]

[Hearing that yell amid a raucous squawking drags his attention from his half-melted Popsicle to the scene beneath the boardwalk. Bakugo rests his elbows on the sun-warmed wood and looks over his shoulder towards the muscle-bound pests flocking about another beachgoer. What the fuck are those gull-headed freaks after this time? Probably some damn food, like most shitty seagulls. He twitches his hand to prop his dripping frozen treat upward, then turns it slowly in his hand to keep the droplets from falling onto the ground.

That guy in the middle of the group is really getting harassed. Fucking pathetic, just yelling at them isn't gonna help! Bakugo growls at the stupid scene before shoving the rest of his popsicle into his mouth and stripping it off the stick with a jerk of his head. Just in time to watch as the gull knocks the white-haired guy's ice cream off his cone. Fucking hell-

Hiking a leg and bracing his foot on the railing's all he needs to shove off and into the air. Maybe he hasn't gotten the adrenaline (or revenge) out of his system from the time those gulls were pissing him off. But Bakugo's already twisting in the sky, one hand cocked as tiny explosions pops and spark around his palm like so many firecrackers. He swallows down the ice in his mouth before plummeting straight down towards the flock of gullguards.]

FUCKING DIE!! [He slings his hand forward, palm glowing white-hot, and- KA-BOOM!! Smoke, light, heat, concussive force, it's like a grenade goes off right against the gulls. Yells and screeches trail after smoking lifeguards fly all over the place, blasted away from the guy in their midst. Bakugo lands on his feet in the sand, back facing the pissed-off Ragna.] You gonna just stand there or you gonna beat their fucking faces in, ya lame wuss?

oh. my god. like looking into a violent mirror.

[belialedge]

[ Oh things were about to get ugly real quick. Had it not been for Bakugo's timely intervention, the group of gullheaded lifeguards would have been fleeing from how assertive the low rank could really get. And by "assertive", it's more than likely they would be the next victims of the Grim Reaper. One can only get harassed for so long whilst having such a short fuse and NOT want to bend their beaks backwards and make them eat it down their own throats. Of course, he can perceive that something was coming. He just didn't expect it to come in the form of a metric fuckton of firecracker bursts from above and suddenly—

"FUCKING DIE!!" ]

[ Of course that's not where the hero was aiming, but being so damn close to the concussive KA-BOOMs of it all, Ragna can't help but hop back and forth between his feet as if preemptively preparing to dodge whatever the hell was coming. All that he knew, as he made a startled yell, fists cinched tight and his teeth grit harder, was that all the smoking lifeguards were sent soaring to and fro. Charred white feathers smoulder and many of them are screeching and hightailfeathering it out of there. That was assertive. There's only maybe one or two seagull lifeguards remaining that have stuck around. Though they don't appear keen on picking on either of them anymore as they creepily tilt their heads with those beady little eyes of theirs.

Besides... ]

What was that, you bomb blastin' punk?!

[ Barked over his shoulder without actually going straight around to butt heads with the guy. Yet. ]

one of the best kind of mirrors

[blastedass]

[Maybe he didn't roast enough chickens back there when they assaulted him the first time. Does he know that he saved these assholes from getting scythed? Nope! Doesn't even care either. Whether they're roasting their guts on the inside and getting reamed up the backside by a curved blade, a seagull's a fucking seagull! Damn bastards don't have anything better to do than harass other people for food that isn't even theirs. It'd be a lie to say it didn't feel good to land a massive explosion right in their midst, sending the group flying all over the place. Too bad he had no warning for the innocent target also getting blasted.

The recoil sends him backwards from the detonation blast, flipping once over end because landing on his feet in the sand. He raises a smoking hand and wipes at his chin with a smug slasher grin across his face. Bakugo's been pretty high strung (even more than usual) since getting to this damn place. Being kidnapped and forced into a perverted prison masquerading as a hotel will do that to you. Between one or two people irritating him with information he didn't want to know, and the shit this place already pulled, he's ready to throw down hard. And these bastards are just the noisy targets to do it on.

He instantly twists his head around to rage right back over his own shoulder at Ragna.] GETTING THEM OFF YOUR LAME ASS, YOU FUCKING WUSS!! NEXT TIME, YOU PUNCH EM!!

[Totally your fault for not striking first...]

mirror match

[belialedge]

[ Oh good! Someone whose reaction to this world was equally violent! ...Almost. Bakugo is squeaking him out with that bombastic entrance alone. It's been a few months for this particular SS-Class Criminal— a time that's done a fair job in tempering his own short fuse. Little does the House consider, however, is that they couldn't get rid of it. Especially when he gets a full dose of ragery spat back in his face without the actual spittle. ]

WHO YOU CALLING LAME ASS, YOU CARPET BOMBING DIPSHIT!?

[ Technically that wasn't a carpet bomb, but go off? Bakugo is gonna be the one he punches next in about five seconds. ...Or, rather, he would have been if it hadn't been for the sudden arrival of a trio of even beefier seagull-headed individuals. Flanked by one freaky ass fishheaded person. Like the polar opposite of a sexy mermaid/merman depending on who you ask. They're all wearing blank tank tops. They all look like this beach's security. One of them even cracks their neck while giving them both a glare. With those beady little eyes.

Oh. Sounds like they're both in trouble now. Ragna's fury at the punk is pacified, if only temporarily as he has his attentions on the newcomers that are simply here to detain the raucous duo.

Shit... He ain't going to jail here for the first time over something as stupid as dropped ice cream. ]

Tch, [ He clicks his tongue. ] I guess it can't be helped.

[ He pulls on his right glove, fixing the group approaching them with a glare. ]

After I've settled things with these freaks, you're next.

Across the Night Sky

[massochism]

[he's always found himself attracted to these manufactured skies, truthfully. a starscape he couldn't truly recognise even if they had all been his own stars, they represent a vast and open landscape that he still feels like he's stumbling through at best. ... which really is just to say that he's quite familiar with that feeling of loneliness even without the influence of a glass of Seaberry Floradora.

the beach at night also has a certain handful of memories attached to it, good and bad and embarrassing alike, so it feels... kind of nice to experience another side of it. there are no letters with their furious handwriting, no monsters to be seen, and honestly? not a lot of people out on this particular night. it makes Ragna stand out all the more, alone amid the soft waves and artificial breeze, drawing his gaze to the familiar shock of white hair as he peers up into that vast, impossible sky. too far to make out his words, the way he's moving calls to Olivine, his steps picking up as that hand reaches out.

he doesn't like how familiar that movement is, bringing him back to his own past.]

... Ragna? Are you alright?

[he's dressed much more lightly today compared to their last meeting.]

[belialedge]

[ The voice that calls to him is like a shock to the system. And while the man wouldn't show it so readily on the surface with an outburst of emotions, his shoulders visibly shoot upright at the arrival of the new presence. A familiar presence. One that at least does something for this inconsolable loneliness that's crept up on him out of the blue. At least...he may know where it's from, but to think that he'd actually let it impact him here of all places? Peering up from over his shoulder, he recognizes the green-haired priest straightaway. Then again, he left enough of an impression the first time they met; he's the type that's hard to forget.

Not that he ever did. Or wanted to. This would normally be the part where he would brush it off, be brusque and stand upright like he could shoulder anything and everything. And for many, many years, he has. He had no choice but to if this was his pathway of hell that he must walk upon. But now, mismatched hues catching the man's own gaze, as if he were losing himself in his own reminisce... ]

About as alright as I can be here. [ There's no fight. No bite. Not even vulgarity comes so easily to him in this moment as his body language relaxes, if only just a little bit as he stops hugging his knees to his chest where he sits on the beach. ] I didn't want anyone coming up on my lonely ass.

[ Oh! There's a swear! Ragna's still in there. Somewhere. He doesn't even question the confession in his current state, the Seaberry Floradora working its proverbial magic. ]

[massochism]

[Olivine comes to a stop a polite distance away, at first. it's plain that Ragna is dealing with his own emotions, and he wouldn't want to interrupt that—much less to give him the impression that they're unwanted or... unimportant or something. pathways of hell or not, being alone is rarely a permanent need.

at least, Olivine has come to believe that, over his past few years.]

... If I were lonely, I think I would prefer if someone did find me. [Ragna's grasp on his knees loosens and Olivine allows himself the indulgence of coming to sit next to him, placing a warm hand on one knee.] Do you want to talk about it? I know there's not much that we can do here, but sometimes... sometimes, I find getting my guilt and loneliness off my chest helps to alleviate it. Just anything that you feel comfortable sharing, of course.

At the very least, I'm happy to spend time with you, so you don't need to be alone.

[belialedge]

[ Without the drink, this would be the part where the Grim Reaper would be launching himself to his feet and brushing it off like it was nothing. Whilst he could have had an honest response, nonetheless, it would have been far more emotionally guarded. Instead, when Olivine allows himself to come sit next to him, the towel on the beach spacious enough that there would be enough room without needing to go butt-first into the sand, the look in the man's eyes is that of surprise. Surprise and acceptance when the warmer hand upon his knee doesn't stir excitement or arousal as was wont of the Golden Peacock to urge from its guests. But...contentment. Companionship.

The drink was less about shifting his nature, and bringing out that honesty within him... Honesty unbridled. Honesty that's been hardened by years of loneliness and fighting. So finally, whether he'd kick himself after when the cocktail runs its course or not, Olivine gets it. A tremble of an exhale. Weakness. Weakness that he hates to show. This is just like when he shared everything with Weiss. How despite telling her the hows and the whys behind his right arm, his past, his family...it still didn't make sense to him. He was confused. He didn't even know who the hell he was supposed to be to anyone sometimes. It wasn't until she told him that right now, he was Ragna, and that was what mattered...that he found some solid ground to stand on.

He still does. This drink just fucking sucks. An impulse urges him to seek that remedy to his loneliness. And perhaps in a once-in-a-lifetime moment, the Father would receive it. For beneath this faux sea of stars, as Ragna wars with what to say and feel, he finds fleeting sanctuary upon scooching in just a little closer to the green-haired man. ]

Thanks, Olivine. It's...complicated. I know I'm not lonely out here. But back home... [ This isn't exactly a sin, but as his mismatched gaze finds Olivine's at his side, he confesses against his better will anyway. ] It feels like if I haven't lost my family already, I'm going to.

those who buttfloss sand

[holeinwall]

[ Monika's already testy enough. All she wanted to do was explore the beach! Do something normal! But noooo. Of course the resort has to be the way it is and insist that her cute and flowy sundress wasn't good enough beach attire. It's not skimpy swimwear! It can't show off her ~assets~! She can't breast boobily down the beach unless everything's flying free like dicks for Harambe! Blah blah blah blah blah blahhhh!!!

So. When she sees Ragna getting pestered by lifeguards? It's fucking on.

Now, she's been described as athletic in her game, and she does what she can to maintain her vague sportsball skills at the gym. In some instances, that innate skill has been a real help at the resort. This will be another instance. The cackling shrieks of the lifeguards are abruptly cut off, not by Ragna's fists of fury, but by a volleyball flying at one of the stupid gulls's heads, hitting with a magnificent spray of feathers. No one ever said volleyballs can't double as a projectile, especially when one's been kicked like it's the head of one of her enemies. ]

Get your feathery butts away from him!

[ She's stomping forward, kicking up sand, another volleyball tucked under her arm and ready to go. While she is wearing a skimpy yellow bikini, she used her rank (read: bullied other birdbrains) to get some other things to cover it up. If she's got to be mostly naked in public, it's going to be on her terms!

Also? She protects what's hers. When she's close enough, her other volleyball is launched at another lifeguard. They dodge it, but the message is becoming quite clear as Hurricane Monika, Category 9, prepares to sweep through and wreak havoc on the local bird population. ]

The only one that can bully him is me! [ She points towards an ice cream stall, glaring at one of the lady birds that isn't helping the others tend to their fallen feath-ren. ] Get him a fresh ice cream cone! And the rest of you? Go the fuck away!

[ She'd normally be more dignified with such a request, but she's beyond caring about fake niceties. That, and her Spade's probably acting up while she's been making another attempt at being "good" for the Player.

With another round of shouting, plus a threat to chop heads off that she sounds very serious about, the flock scatters. The fallen one's left abandoned in the sand. She gives their ribs a small kick, grumbling to herself. ]

Ugh. This place is so annoying sometimes. [ Crossing her arms, she tilts her head at Ragna while idly shoving the gull's head with the tip of her shoe. ] Is your first answer to everything always violence? Use your words sometimes.

[belialedge]

[ He's fired up. Fist cocked. Ready to pull the trigger and ignite this little scrum. He was in a decent mood before, not in any need of letting off any steam to begin with. But the seagull lifeguards have since done a damn good job in ruining that notion. And just when the low ranking diamond, formerly in the deeper rough, was about to make a decision he wasn't so sure he'd regret by the time he was thrown into this smuthole's slammer, a volleyball goes whizzing by his head, eyes snapping wide from the sheer break of wind that it causes. Followed by the cut off cry of a seagull as its feathers erupt in a glorious display of white feathers. If there were scavengers looking for a free box to check off, now would have been the opportune time as the other birdbrains are rattled by the appearance of not just a very volatile Spade, but a higher ranking one at that. One they would have shown great respect towards had it not been for her taking matters into her own hands and stomping forward. ]

Holy shit what a shot! [ Perhaps thanks to Monika's perseverance to pursue a modicum of modesty, her current getup of a summer outfit doesn't cause him to stare so unabashedly yet. Not when he's more concerned about getting out of a hairy situation than what she's currently decked out in. ] Thanks for the assist, but I totally had that—

[ BOOM! There goes the second volleyball as another lifeguard receives a feather-busting headshot. By this point, the lifeguards were raising their hands up in surrender, gesturing amidst screeches and cries to calm down because they clearly want none of that smoke. He knew that when riled up both the right and wrong ways, the poet could be a real firecracker, with a temper that remains tucked so neatly away beneath her surface poise and bubblier nature. But: ]



Jesus that was a snipe.

[ He's not even worried about these assholes! He's...literally play-by-play commentary for now. He would have gotten out of this sticky wicket of his own accord eventually. Hell, there's a part of him that wants to make an example out of the lifeguards that have been far more aggressive than even NPC staff members have been to him for his rank. If anything? They would have had it coming. Which is exactly why he steps up by Monika's side, fist clenched and his confidence brimming as he stands in agreeance with her!

"The only one that can bully him is me!" ]

You're damn righ— —hey wait a minute!!

[ The rest, as they say? Is history. Monika blows her top (hot), the impact her Spade has on her darkening her actions as the gulls are practically powerless beneath her own anger. His own assertive nature would have eventually kept them at bay too, but now that she was effectively establishing her dominance on this beach, he couldn't help but feel upstaged. Like there was no need to be so angry anymore now that the problem had been solved. But moreso, now that she was stepping on a seagull lifeguard's head as they protest weakly, he's forgotten all about his ice cream she barked at the vendor to prepare for him. Whether it gets to him in time or not, he makes a face when she calls him out for his own penchant for violence. ]



Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. You went nuts on them before I could!

[holeinwall]

[ She holds up a hand to silence Ragna. She's enjoyed his commentary--very nice, it felt like a let's play!--and he's been a great wingman to her violence, but she needs some time to properly be awful to someone who can't fight back. It's been too long since she's been able to do that. She missed it. ]

Do that again? The volleyball's going to be on fire and full of knives next time!

[ She's protective! It's okay to grievously harm anyone that tries to hurt someone that's important to her! Someone that continually holds the yandere at bay too, by some miracle.

But! She's lacking in knives and fire for the moment, so she settles for bending down and dumping the mess of sand and melted ice cream onto the lifeguard's chest. Take that, you menace. Now all the oiling they'd done to perfectly display their pecs is ruined! ]

It wasn't "going nuts". [ Her eyes roll. ] It was helping you out! Maybe don't be so bully-able, because like you agreed, that's my job!

[ She's speaking to you now, Ragna. Huffing, she straightens back up, flipping her ponytail and tipping her head back to shake the strands into their proper places. If they were in her game, this would be one of those moments where the camera pans up her body in slow motion, sparkles dancing around her, her pose just the slightest bit lewd to tantalize the player. Then, after noticing she's being stared at, she'd raise an eyebrow and ask what he's looking at, sassy as ever.

Too bad! He's instead getting: ]

It's not my fault you were too slow. [ She grins. There's the sass! ] I might be from a visual novel, but that doesn't mean I can't kick butt better than you~

[belialedge]

[ Don't you hush him??! Their relationship may have stepped beyond that initial stage of doubt and uncertainty in this friendship, but he's still not free game for bullying! ...teasing, yes. Maybe that's what this is supposed to be. Though truth be told, he's not actually hard done by her little stunt. Impressed? A little bit! ]

How're you gonna serve one full of knives?? It's gonna be pre-popped.

[ Yeah at this stage, Ragna is also no longer caring about the treatment of the seagull lifeguards. Not anymore. Not after the way he'd been treated. Luckily, the abuse ends on both sides soon enough now that Monika has had her own fill of staking her claim and ruining their beefy routine.

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Monika tipping her head back when she does though? It doesn't go unnoticed by him. Even if he wasn't the type to stare longingly, his mismatched hues do comb her from top to bottom before she has the chance to start sassing him back. Hand on his hip, and closing the distance between them so he can attempt to usher her away from the gulls and faculty now that this skirmish has all but wrapped up. His anger was curbed because she swooped in and gobbled the whole damn scene up. And...he can be grateful enough for that. Because neither one of them needed to go to this place's slammer over getting too rowdy with the gulls and not stopping. ]

YOU kick butt better than ME? Fancy aim, Lil Moni, but please. I literally kick ass for a living.

[ He's grinning as he says this too! ]