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TDM 05



【 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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】



ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
MARK OF THE GODS None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.
MADDENING HUNGER Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
ROYALSRoyal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.
SERVANTSServant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.
WILDCARDS ► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.


PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
WILDCARD AUCTION ► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.
CASTING LOTS ► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

  • ONE: Without using hands.
  • TWO: Using only mouth.
  • THREE: While blindfolded.
  • FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.
  • FIVE: Using only legs.
  • SIX: While remaining on knees.

  • ► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!
    HEADS OR TAILS

    ► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

    ► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

    ► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

    BEAK
    ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
    A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

    Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

    A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
    BATTLE ROYALE ► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

    ► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

    Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.
    SUBDUE THE BEASTAny numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

    ► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

    ► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.
    RACE TRACK ► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

    Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

    Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

    Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.
    TALON
    SHOW OF STRENGTH
    Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

    Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

    The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
    MUSCLE CONTEST ► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

    Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

    Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

    ► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.
    WRESTLING MATCHES ► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

    ► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

    ► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

    Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.
    WAYWARD ARROWS ► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

    Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

    During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

  • RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.
  • BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.
  • GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.
  • PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

  • ► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!




    INDULGENCE
    DESIRES FROM THE VOID
    The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

    Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

    And they’re coming out.
    GALATEA ► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

    Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

    There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

    ► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.
    NARCISSUS ► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

    ► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

    Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

    Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

    Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"
    PANDORA’S BOX ► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

    ► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

    ► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

    This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

    ► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!


    OOC NOTES

    INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS
    BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

    ▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

    ▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

    ▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

    ▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

    ▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

    ▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

    ▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-11-14 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    I really don't recommend wandering into basements. Generally speaking, based on many of the novels I had read, bad things always happen in basements. Honestly, I feel like this place hasn't proved that wrong.

    [At least this time he jokes a little bit in return.

    The elevator reaches his floor and he merely carries her down the hallway towards his room. Wriothesley was someone who strove to be as independent as possible. He was one of the worst when it comes to relying on others. Still, he knows that people are not infallible creatures able to maintain that, especially in the wake of what must have been an incredibly traumatic moment.

    His mouth does quirk into a smile, shifting so he can press his watch to the door and unlock it.
    ] The bed is certainly big enough for the both of us. I do hold some pretty odd hours at times though, so you don't have to worry too much either. Sometimes I get caught up in some tinkering and I don't realize how much time has passed. It's harder here than it is underwater somehow.

    [He pushes the door open to carry her in.] You might have to drag me to bed more likely. [A small chuckle.]
    lieabilities: (Everything that gets in the way.)

    [personal profile] lieabilities 2024-11-15 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ If he could, he'd take a multitude of photographs of this moment, of the indecent display below him that Minos makes and spread those photos far and wide in Umbraton. So that all could see the absolute feral state he'd reduced the infamous butler to. ]

    [ At the same time, he wants lock Minos away and gloat with the knowledge that only he has seen the man make such a debauched display. Ensure no one else ever would even have the chance to make him make these same reactions. ]

    [ Normal reactions to having a hateboner for an acquaintance are tough when you're a slightly (read: very) dysfunctional Umbraton citizen. ]


    Gladly.

    [ The words are near hissed, in part because someone is being extremely indelicate with delicate parts of him. So of course he returns the favor, reaching out to bury his fingers into Minos' hair again and yank him hard and forward so he can shove himself into that mouth again. Much less politely than the last time, but no less hard even through the pain of his hand wrapped around him. ]

    [ If Minos was going to present him with such a sight of debauchery, he might as well lean fully into it and properly fuck the man's face- ]
    expereiment: (🦉 70)

    [personal profile] expereiment 2024-11-15 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [he will gladly use his status to protect her from the staff being absolute creeps anytime. no one should have to put up with things they don't want to do, least of all my wife cute pink women who've charmed this rude asshole with their bubbly personality!

    he really thinks about her reasoning, though, really gives it some thought. being under the influence... really doesn't allow for consent, huh? wow. as a man who comes from a yaoi game, he's never stopped to really think about it that way before. for such a smart man he can be surprisingly clueless about things sometimes.]


    Huh. You know, I can see how that would present an issue. I'm glad you're not a diamond, at least. A while back they put a lot of the diamonds in heat, and it was quite the mess.

    [he smirks back at her, though, her glee contagious. this sort of harmless banter and gossip with someone he's actually fond of is nice. wow. he should enjoy people's company more often.]

    A guy named Sylvain. Don't know his last name, though. Don't know much about him, actually. Just that he insists on slow ass sex every single time and it pisses me off.
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    [personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-15 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Stop you're going to make her blush! But it's okay, bestie/maybe some day platonic husband. The best smart men usually are also clueless and or plain Dumb sometimes. Fortunately, those sorts tend to be the type that she gravitates towards so long as they have a good heart. And Rei, by all accounts so far, is proving to be just that.

    First the beach, and now this. At this rate he's not just going to be #1 on her contacts in her Watch but also #1 in her heart. ...Even if she does give him a look that very loud and clear says, "Really?"

    The side-eyed glance quickly morphs into that of glimmering familiarity and glee. ]


    Sylvain? I guess that doesn't surprise me. You're handsome and he's handsome too - which means that it would only make sense that you'd gravitate towards one another. I'm surprised to hear about the slow sex though. I tried not to think about him sleeping with anyone back home lest the Goddess strike me down.

    [ Is that a lie? Hard to say when she says it with such goofy gusto that it could easily be genuine. ]

    Do you want to know more? It sounds like you've spent enough time around him to warrant it.
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    [personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-15 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [ What he says isn't meant to be funny in the slightest but she can't help but laugh at it all the same. The sad quality still lingers there, weighing it down like an anchor, but there's something brighter to it too. Bright enough that she babbles like speaking more will somehow put more space between herself and what had just transpired. ]

    You know what, you may be onto something. We don't have basements in Fódlan but we have crypts and after what happened there I really don't think I'm going to take any dares to go down there again.

    [ The gentle click of his room unlocking and the new surroundings makes her realize how her eighteen year old self would have soaked all of this comfort up like a sponge. No matter how awful she felt she would have clung to him without so much of a protest. It's difficult for her to pinpoint when and where she had become the sort of person that tried to put on a brave face and offer comfort when in the past she would have selfishly demanded it before crocodile tears and all.

    Maybe it had been when the person she would and had turned to comfort to the most needed it more than she did.

    What Wriothesley says brings a rueful smile to her lips, dimming the light from before. ]


    It wouldn't be the first time I've had to do that. [ Realizing the heaviness in her voice however she sighs with feigned annoyance. ] I've become a bit of an expert actually - even if it has been at the expense of very important beauty sleep. So you better not do that to me either, mister.
    lieabilities: (Never had a plan set here.)

    [personal profile] lieabilities 2024-11-15 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The obvious truth here is that Bakugo has a fairly normal sense of human decency and Kleken, well. He very clearly does not, for all that he pretends or lies that he does. ]

    [ The neat removal of his clothing pulls another amused smile onto Kleken's lips, his mental assessment of the man needing to be adjusted once more. It's interesting, how Bakugo seems to be a walking pile of contradictions to the conman's admittedly small experience with 'heroes.' But it's just the type of contradiction to catch his interest the most. ]


    Right.

    [ It's an almost abnormally simple and direct answer for the man, almost suspiciously so. ]

    Oh, I'd prefer not to be a fighter at all, but circumstances rarely allow one to do as they please.
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    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-11-15 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Human decency in the presence of someone who's probably not very human. That's a clash. At least he's had a few interactions with Kleken enough to feel comfortable with it. Other more unknown people would've been dumped and left.

    Then again, he did kind of blast this guy around the arena, so responsibility takes a big swath of his presence. Despite looking at Kleken to check out his tentacular abilities, he's also occasionally making sure the guy's scrapes and burns aren't hurting too bad. If he has to take him to the medical wing, he will, but would prefer to let him be. Maybe get some over-the-counter medication from the convenience stores. He owes him that much.]


    You can always avoid a fight if you stay the fuck out of it. [People who keep their head down, down enter combative vocations, and try to talk their way out or stay away from the situation altogether rarely have to fight... Kleken's malleable personality and shadowy abilities suggests he could easily keep from combat if he wanted.]
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    [personal profile] loosestrifes 2024-11-18 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
    ( Uncomfortable is one thing. Degrading is another. Esikko takes a long moment to stare down at the crate, pinching his lips together a little as he thinks. Ngh. In the end, if it means a way out, he could use the break. Even if it risks them getting caught and having the punishment of suit flare ups, like he's already had the pleasure of dealing with once, that's not so bad, is it?

    So, though a bit hesitant, he steps one foot into the crate first, leaning over to touch Genya's cheek with a delicate hand. )


    I want you to open it when it's safe, though. I'll just wait in there forever if you abandon me.

    ( Then, he allows his hand to trail down and drop away, shifting to climb into the crate properly. From there, it's not too hard to sit and then wiggle down, knees to his chest, eyes pointed more upwards to the ceiling once he's fit in. He's tall enough to have to slouch like this, but that's fine... )

    Okay. Try not to get in trouble yourself.
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    [personal profile] snakelace 2024-11-18 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    I’m honored that you would make such an exception for me.

    [ Hey, now, he can kid around a little, too! Even if he isn’t smiling at all, his brows creased with worry now that she’s given him a closer look, lifting her arm to examine the wounds there, touching them in places to see where they might still hurt, assessing just what sorts of battle wounds would create scars like these. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much experience with battle, so… ]

    Could you tell me more about these wounds? Or even just the battle, in general terms.
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    [personal profile] flaminghot 2024-11-18 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Unaware of how rudely Rei has flipped their animal motifs, Dante can only look on with a mixture of irritation and lust as Rei makes another attempt to back him into the wall, those hands burning against the bare skin exposed by the sheer fabrics of his garment, and… ]

    Oh? Then impress me.

    [ …Yeah, he’s not falling for that again. In fact, if Rei doesn’t pull away in time, Dante’s grabbing him by the wrist and slamming him against the wall, Rei’s arm twisted firmly behind him, his back to Dante, whose decidedly hot breaths are now brushing against his shoulder. ]

    Or are you only capable of tormenting the weak?

    [ Yes, the statue counts as weak to him!!! ]
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    [personal profile] flaminghot 2024-11-18 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    “Me?” It comes out confused, before he quickly clears his throat as the answer comes to him. Yes, he should use this opportunity to the fullest.

    “I order you not to hold back.”

    Dante’s not exactly sure that anything he does will actually hurt this man, but…he gets the feeling that he should challenge Olivine, should see what he’s truly capable of in here. Because this is how he must learn and adapt, and he’s never been one to shy away from educating himself—especially if the teacher is blindfolded and can’t see his embarrassed reactions.

    There’s no saving him from the intent gazes of a few other people in this room, though.

    But, gingerly, Dante lowers his lips to the crook between Olivine’s neck and shoulder, where thick muscles that rival even his are bunched up, rippling, tantalizingly exposed…

    …Here goes nothing.

    He leans forward, breath washing over Olivine’s skin, and…bites Olivine’s shoulder as hard as he can.
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    [personal profile] bullistics 2024-11-18 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ It’s not like Kleken’s the only one getting a really twisted view of what’s going on in here, and Minos certainly isn’t helped by those silver tattoos of his, constantly urging him to indulge in his baser desires.

    The fact that he wants to specifically indulge in those with Kleken should’ve been alarming enough, but he only meets that look Kleken’s giving him with one of challenge—

    —At least until he’s shoved back into Kleken’s cock with a grunt, him reacting just in time to let go of that member before his mouth closes over it, deliberately grazing teeth over the sensitive flesh of it.

    Some part of him wants to simply devour Kleken whole and leave no trace behind, to drag him away into the shadows where he can toy with him as he pleases, because he, too, is a perfectly normal Umbraton man.

    And as with any self-respecting member of that fine, dimly-lit city, he doesn’t stay down for long—only giving Kleken one last, teasing lick before he pulls free of that mouth once again, this time to reach for Kleken’s thighs to pretty much lift his scrawny frame up with the full intent of tossing him onto the bed and reverse their positions—

    That is, unless Kleken’s tentacles manage to stop him in time. ]

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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-11-18 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    Baptiste's jaw trembles. First his teeth clench, a flash of desperation on his face that is robbed of any of his usual rogue-ish charm. This, instead, is a far more carnal desire. His mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as he realizes he... doesn't know this man's name. It's just been a myriad of pet names between them - yet he finds himself wanting to call the other by name.

    A shudder follows. The thought is lost, as his voice instead lets out a soft whine of 'oh, darling-' to make up for it. One of his hands now rests at his own shoulder, his head lulling and pressing against it as if he could somehow collect himself.

    Granted, it's far too late to not be messy now. The crowd would love it... not that Baptiste is thinking about them right now. With that hard cock pounding into his prostate, reasonable thought is fleeting.

    Baptiste's release is a violent shot. Baptiste's head wrenches backward as he lets out a sharp cry. His hips tremble under the other's palm - his insides clamping down on the man inside him as if desperate to milk him of that promised fill. The other hand at Chika's forearm shifts from a gentle caress to grasping desperately. Fingernails quickly leave crescents in the other's flesh as Baptiste fights to keep himself upright.

    His own cum splatters onto Chika's abdomen in a heated wash before it leaks onto his fingers.

    "Please... please-" the word that had been so difficult to get Baptiste to commit to flows easy from his mouth now - a whine of a man begging to be praised, to be rewarded.
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    [personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-18 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Hilda's eyes crinkle, all too pleased that he's playing along. ]

    An act of kindness should be rewarded in some way, right?

    [ And though she's playing along as playfully as ever it is in some ways a means to cover up the nervousness that dances along her skin. She wonders if he can hear the way her heart leaps in her chest when his hands make contact with her skin. Even if he can't, it would be impossible to hide the way her skin pebbles at his touch as he traces the scars that she hadn't been able to treat herself in time. ]

    I think those ones are older.

    [ She peers at the faded scars hating that she can tell from looking at them what the cause probably had been. ]

    They were probably from a sword that got through my armour. The one here [ And then she motions to another one, her voice somewhat detached as if reciting something from a book. ] is a spear from the looks of things.
    lieabilities: (As if we were to become fire.)

    [personal profile] lieabilities 2024-11-19 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The rough pounding of skin on skin doesn't break, doesn't stutter or weaken as Kleken takes his pleasure from Natsume's body without restraint. He can feel the heat boiling under his skin again, and the burning desire for relief drives him in his mindless efforts, burying his low moans against Natsume's back as he ruts into them in a desperate effort to burn the heat away. ]

    [ His tentacles, however, aren't nearly so affected after an orgasm. As if they're the first to come back to sensibility. So their own actions are more calculated- still instinct in comparison to the level of control Kleken normally has- and their focus is purely on Natsume. ]

    [ Tentacles move in, begin teasing once more at the younger man's nipples and cock with stroking touches and suckers kissing over sensitive skin. Others move to fill his hands, giving him something to cling onto while one more thicker one moves to press against his lips, offering something to... occupy his mouth with, should he be so inclined. ]

    [ None of them do anything to ease the harsh rhythm of Kleken's hips, nor fully distract away from it. Everything only adds to the growing pile of sensations, meant to satiate Kleken and absolutely wreck Natsume in the process. ]
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    [personal profile] asixthsense 2024-11-19 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [The difference in what Natsume was feeling from Kleken and that from the tentacles had slid in to do to him was enough to stall the thoughts in Natsume's mind. Gentle touches and sucking sensations paired with the deliciously rough way his ass was being claimed... It was beyond anything Natsume had experienced before. This whole encounter had been like that. He'd been forced to admit things to himself that he never would have breathed a word to anyone before. He liked it.

    There was one thing he'd not gotten the chance to do for Kleken, that perhaps he could reward the tentacle hovering patiently in front of him with. Releasing the tight grip he'd had on the tentacle in hand, he reached for the other to draw it into his mouth mid-moan from what Kleken was doing to him.

    Natsume had already come to the realization a long time ago that he enjoyed using his mouth to give someone else pleasure. It gave him a measure of control over what happened to him, but it also hit his own buttons to know he could make the other person feel so good with just his lips, tongue and the heat of his mouth.

    The heat in his gut was building once more as his own cock twitched with pleasure, the gentle suck and slide of cool tentacles around it, and of those against his hot skin- on top of Kleken's relentless thrusts and everything else was making it hard for Natsume to think again. He was close to losing himself to it all when he felt the tip of a tentacle playing with the tip of his cock, just as another found a place to suck behind his balls. It made him suck on the one in his mouth harder.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-11-19 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
    Dante... actually, it's a reasonable assumption to make that he would possibly control himself here. The other doesn't know just how much he can be.

    "Of course." Is his only response at first, heartbeat skipping as lips find their place against taut muscle and hot flesh. Breath ghosts over that skin and it allows him a little bit of anticipation... though not nearly enough for how hard Dante bites.

    That's not a complaint, of course. It makes him jolt and cry out, weight pressing into the taller man's body to keep himself steady. His cock throbs in turn, fingers trailing up to thread into hair in encouragement. The others finally slip down to find the Sun Lord's length, tracing over it first to get a feel for what he'll be handling.

    "Nngh... stings... so good..." he won't shy away until there's real risk of actual harm, both because he's curious what Dante thinks he'll like to do and because, well... the priest enjoys it like this, after all.
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    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-11-19 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Kleken definitely deserves to be crated once in awhile...

    Wriothesley laughs though, watching the way the one he puts down, acting quite silly and moving on to try and clean the other ones now throwing their little fits. How bratty. Somehow, he finds this so very fitting of the man. Is Kleken not also a man who wants his attention when they're together?

    Look, he'll eventually give each tentacle a kiss.
    ] Aren't they already as greedy as you are? Should I worry about you throwing a tantrum because I haven't given you a kiss yet?
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    [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-11-20 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [There's a snort from the man in response.] I think if I was going to choose between a crypt or a basement, I'll take the basement. I think the idea of being down in a crypt for whatever reason sounds astronomically worse.

    [He nudges the door closed with his foot before carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom. Wriothesley's suite is more dim than others. He keeps the light lower and the windows are swapped to aquatic scenes instead of the boundless skies. It washes the space in blue. It gives him some familiarity to home, even if doesn't feel the same. He takes what he can get.

    He lays her down in bed so she can get comfortable.
    ] I wouldn't want your beauty sleep to suffer. What kind of host would I be? [A chuckle as he runs fingers through her hair before straightening up.]

    So, tea. Do you need anything to eat or do you not think you can stomach anything right now?
    snakelace: (It's terminal)

    [personal profile] snakelace 2024-11-20 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Yes, he can definitely feel how nervous she is, and he has to wonder if it’s more than merely due to the fact that she’s letting a man she’d just met touch her in this way.

    There are more to these scars than she’s telling him, he suspects. How much further must he pry? ]


    There is…rather a lot…

    [ It’s as though he’s talking to himself at this point, stating the obvious like that, in a faint whisper that barely disguises his increasing concern over the state of her wellbeing.

    He glances up at her, frowning now, eyes devoid of humor, something clenching in his gut as he speaks— ]


    You’re very lucky to even be alive.
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    [personal profile] flaminghot 2024-11-20 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    He sucks at the wound, lapping at it like a leoger in an oasis, egged on by Olivine’s encouraging noises, if not the encouraging twitch of that cock.

    Pain…Pain can be its own pleasure, can’t it? It’s like that pleasant burn he gets after a particularly rigorous workout.

    “Rrgh, this body of yours…”

    So juicy, so tempting, so rich. Normally Dante would be more curious about Olivine’s own training regimen, because he’s clearly far too powerful a man in both build and essence, but the only answers he can glean right now are the ones that come from sex, from likewise letting his hands roam over Olivine’s bulk, breath catching at the hand fondling his own cock.

    And like a cat, his eyes can’t help but gravitate toward the jewelry on Olivine’s chest, to his gemstone found still lower. But his mouth finds its way to a nipple first, his breath raspy with anticipation as he recalls Olivine’s reaction from earlier, and starts sucking on that dusky nib, tasting metal and the way it melds into a flavor that’s uniquely Olivine’s.
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    [personal profile] abit_ofboth 2024-11-20 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    One thing is becoming quite obvious as Loki watches his cock, now fully hard, disappear further and further into Alan’s mouth, and that’s that this man had not lied to him. He is very good with his mouth.

    A low hum of approval escapes him as he runs his fingers through Alan’s unkempt hair and holds on. His grip isn’t tight, but it is encouraging, gently urging him to take him in deeper, needing to know just how much he can take.

    “You are so beautiful like this.” Loki’s voice comes out in hushed tones as he tries to keep steady. It’s hard though, with such a lovely sight before him. “Could you take it all? Could I use your mouth like I wish to use the rest of you?”
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    [personal profile] the_roman 2024-11-20 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    The encouragement of Loki's hands is well taken: Alan squeezes Loki's hip, adjusts how he's kneeling, and takes his cock as deep as he can, nudging into his throat. That's where he is when Loki speaks.

    Use your mouth. Alan feels his own prick jump, and he has to pull back hastily so that he doesn't choke thanks to his own sudden need. He falls back on his heels, lips shining with spit and eyes shining with desire.

    "Yes," he rasps. "Yes. God, use me."

    The look he directs up to Loki now, flushed and breathing hard as he is, is all desire, the sarcasm temporarily quieted. What a relief it'll be to lose himself in this. However this magician wants to make use of him, he finds himself ready to give over to -- with that "red" tucked in the back of his mind.
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    [personal profile] astrolabium 2024-11-21 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She has to stifle the shiver elicited from Hilda's hand exploring her back, those slender fingers traveling along the grooves of her spine before lightly caressing her plump behind. Mona is entirely exposed like this, but it isn't unpleasant in the slightest. She is positively preening from the attention. Could that be why she can feel herself wetting? When her hips shift against the thigh beneath her, she can feel an acute warmth—a heat that is undoubtedly kindling from all of the praise and affirmations. Mona is nothing but weak to this sort of thing; the promise of Hilda one day pleasuring her with her mouth is not lost on her, either.

    Flustered, she lowers her chin and tilts her head away just slightly, peering at Hilda from the side. Her already striking green eyes compliment the pink in her cheeks.
    ]

    I am used to high expectations. I won't disappoint you. So... please keep your eyes on me.

    [ Her hands move down from Hilda's cheek to grasp her shoulders. Then, using the other woman for a bit of balance, Mona begins leisurely grinding herself downwards. And of course, the reaction is instinct—a sharp pang of arousal flooding her core, her cunt fluttering with the sensation. She ends up releasing a quivering breath. ]

    Hilda...

    [ Mona's grip tightens as she curves her spine. ]
    lieabilities: (Just empty talking.)

    [personal profile] lieabilities 2024-11-21 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
    Volunteering for that particular position came with some benefits that I was inclined to take.

    [ More specifically, volunteering to be the monster in the pit meant that he couldn't be tossed into the random match ups that were also happening. As a 'monster' he was left mostly undisturbed, if awkwardly themed dressed, but the match ups left him extremely underdressed, oiled, and feeling disgusting in a way he would much rather avoid if and whenever possible. There may not have been much of a difference between the two options to most, he was still being shoved into a pit to fight after all, but those little details were just enough for Kleken to prefer one scenario over another. ]

    [ As injuries are wiped clean, it's clear that some light medical aid would be needed, unless the water magically healed the injuries on his skin (spoilers: they do not). A fact Kleken seems to be ignoring for now, suspiciously enough. ]

    [ But when he sees the opportunity... ]