[He avoids this place like the damn plague. Gambling was never something Bakugo had any interest in. The House stacked the deck, the machines were rigged, and he'd much spend his money on things with guaranteed return on his invested resources and efforts. So the idea of stepping into a casino run by this perverted House is a damn fool's endeavor. Raising the question of why the hell he's even in here in the first place. Mostly he wants to have some kind of eye on the newcomers, watching for anyone he either might recognize or pique an interest in.
Bakugo's rank is low enough he's not spared the humiliation of more risque clothing, though his stubbornness and meager rank at least sees him wearing a set of distressed black jeans and an open button-down white shirt over nothing else. He keeps to the sides and back of the room, looking far more an intimidating bouncer than a serving caterer. A look he has no interest in shucking. Albeit, if someone of higher rank, or a damn wildcard, demanded it of him, the damn suite would force him, but not without struggling against his aggressive pride. Luckily so far, he's not had to deal with that.
It's when things start to buzz with the suggestion of violence that he lowers his crossed arms and leans away from the wall. Red eyes narrow on some of the guests, noting the bidding war bubbling an escalation of growling and threats. If they want to break out and start beating the shit out of each other, he could care less. But the newcomers (and even other guests), they don't deserve to be accosted by someone who doesn't know when to back the fuck off. Whether it's a guest or a newcomer, as soon as the intruder reaches for them, Bakugo snaps a hand around the offending wrist and quickly bodies the person aside, interjecting himself between the two. One hand curls, a few sparks popping and bursting in tiny explosions around his palm and fingers.]
Get lost or die. Your call.
💥 ➋ THE GAMES. - Beak
[What the hell is this? He thought the casino was just enjoying a themed setting, but finding Beak was also drenched in the trappings of Grecian arenas? This place is fucked up. Each pulse against his skin from his suite mark ensures his compliance, though Bakugo's never going to let the damn thing completely warp his mind for its perverse demands. If anything, battle is a language he speaks well. Growling against the requirements, he lingers in the warrior's bunk, paying attention to those practicing with weapons or preparing for the battles above. Bakugo takes his time to stretch, warm up, test a few weapons, and rinse off before heading into the light. As much as he hates the House for its machinations, there's nothing wrong with a good throw down.
His opponent won't find Bakugo showing any mercy on his part. He demands a good fight worth his effort. Opponents who have no fighting will or ability, he'll quickly dispatch with a knock out, since they can't outright surrender. He'd rather a ring out, but since the overseers require a battle to the point of discontinuing, it's pretty damn hard to fight when you're unconscious.
Opponents who are strong enough to battle and actively want to, Bakugo is no pushover in a fight. He eschews bladed weapons entirely, preferring to rely on his Explosion Quirk and martial arts as he fights, both of which he augments with metal bracers on his forearms/hands and shins/feet for both offense an defense. Detonating his explosions from his hands provides him amazing maneuverability and firepower in his clashes, his fanatical determination to win and stubbornness against losing keeping him going long after he should've gone down.
But he refuses to kill. No matter what that costs him. And he'll take one whatever opposition comes to try and force it.]
💥 ➌ THE GAMES. - Talon
[Amid the locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon, Bakugo occasionally appears to deal with the fallout of his battles in the arena. He tends to keep to himself when he takes a break, finding a bench towards the side or back of the lockers and sticking to solo-stall showers to wash off and/or tend to whatever injuries he might have incurred. He keeps an eye out for others in the locker room, both to size up potential opponents (or allies) for later on, and to make sure no one's hurt to an alarming degree and needs help.
Despite this shitty game the House is forcing them to play, Bakugo is a hero. He's not going to abandon someone who's truly in need. Fakers and wusses are going to get the opposite of help though... While he's not a social guy and isn't looking for anyone to help him wash off, oil up, tend injuries, or even get replacement armor, he throws his lot in more with the other prisoners here and can be talked into accepting some assistance.
As much as he's able, Bakugo dodges summons for the muscle contest and the wrestling. He's not at all adverse to grappling in a martial arts contest, but something as crass as mud wrestling? Forget it! Instead, he ends up picked for the damn archery contest. And not as one of the archers, much to his displeasure. Finding himself out in the range, he grits his teeth and scowls against the eyes of the crowds, standing among other low-rank suits who act as moving targets.
Che! If these bastards think he's going to be anything but the most annoying target they've ever tried to hit, they're going to be sorely corrected. He's not surprised the arrows won't fatally pierce them (which raises questions about why the gladiatorial arena isn't the same) but has no intention of getting hit anyways. Enjoy trying to hit someone who's capable of avoiding bullets, especially as those explosions from his palms and the noise/light/smoke they produce compounds with his amazing reflexes and impressive speed!]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ MORE PLEASURES.
💥 ➊ PLEASURES. - Galatea
[He always thought theses statues were creepy. Standing around the resort in provocative poses, always with some damn air of ominous mystery. It's bad enough the paintings in the elevator are perverted, to say nothing of the invisible hands and ghosts that like to mess with people. They don't need the damn statues adding into the mix. Which is exactly what's happening now! Bakugo thought he saw one of them move in the morning, but nothing came of it despite a few suspicious minutes. That same statue was gone in the evening, and he knew he wasn't going crazy. Dammit! Now these things are coming to life?! Seagull lifeguards at the beach, now sentient bodies of stone tromping around the resort. At the very least they're not ganging up on people like those bird brains.
That doesn't mean he's going to stand by and watch a statue try and wrangle in someone who doesn't want the stone figure's attention. Whether you're coming around the corner and finding Bakugo locked in a brief combat with one of the marble effigies or you're the one the blonde's currently defending from the statue, it's the same noisy cacophony: shouting at its stubborn defiance as Bakugo grabs the humanoid masonry by the shoulders and throws it clean over his own body in a quick discard. The figure tumbles with heavy thuds down the carpeted hall before starting to rise again. A harsh "boom!" sounds as Bakugo detonates an explosion in his hand, straightening up as he fixes the statue with a wicked glare.]
You really wanna die, ya shitty piece of granite? [Either jump in to help or try to convince him to stay his hand. It's your call.] Bring it on!
💥 ➋ PLEASURES. - Narcissus
[He saw the reflection out the corner of his eye, turning to glare at it for several seconds. Between the changed resort and the other oddities happening, is this really so strange? But soon enough, Bakugo's left scowling at his own image in the falling water amid one of the resort's decorative walls. Of course it looks exactly like him, down to the last detail. But this bastard's not acting like him at all! Neither moving his arms or his head in the same way, separated completely. If it was just that, he would've ignored it. Who gives a shit what a momentary disconnected reflection does? But then the bastard has to start talking.
Bakugo's explosive temper isn't one to go down without a fight. Even against his own image.] Shut up! You can't even get out of that damn water! [He swipes his hand through the water, instantly jerking backwards when the figure inside makes an actual lunge towards him. That momentary bulge of water surface almost reaches, but snaps backwards just as quickly, and Bakugo's left taunting his own reflection with a childish grin.]
HA! Baaaka! I'm not gonna fall for something as idiot as that! [Yeah, definitely standing here arguing with the water like a completely sane person.] AS IF!! I'd kick your ass the second you did! [Ka-Boom! Light and heat explode amid one hand, fisting an explosion with a rush of smoke and noise.] Try it and I'll blow this entire wall into the next hallway! [Feel free to interrupt him... or not.]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ WILDCARD.
💥 [OOC: Use this for anything else you'd like to do! Feel free to pick another prompt from the list, even if I don't have one for it above. If you have specific ideas on prompts or plots and want to chat it out, either send me a pm or drop an ooc comment below, and we’ll hash it out. Otherwise, wildcard it and we'll go from there. all prompt options can stay gen or go down a nsfw route. i'm always open to writing a unique starter for us if you'd prefer that. Here are some quick links to Bakugo's information and permissions (k-list included) if you'd like to look those over.]
Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia 💥 Current Player - 3 of ♠️
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ THE GAMES.
💥 ➊ THE GAMES. - Phoenix Casino
[He avoids this place like the damn plague. Gambling was never something Bakugo had any interest in. The House stacked the deck, the machines were rigged, and he'd much spend his money on things with guaranteed return on his invested resources and efforts. So the idea of stepping into a casino run by this perverted House is a damn fool's endeavor. Raising the question of why the hell he's even in here in the first place. Mostly he wants to have some kind of eye on the newcomers, watching for anyone he either might recognize or pique an interest in.
Bakugo's rank is low enough he's not spared the humiliation of more risque clothing, though his stubbornness and meager rank at least sees him wearing a set of distressed black jeans and an open button-down white shirt over nothing else. He keeps to the sides and back of the room, looking far more an intimidating bouncer than a serving caterer. A look he has no interest in shucking. Albeit, if someone of higher rank, or a damn wildcard, demanded it of him, the damn suite would force him, but not without struggling against his aggressive pride. Luckily so far, he's not had to deal with that.
It's when things start to buzz with the suggestion of violence that he lowers his crossed arms and leans away from the wall. Red eyes narrow on some of the guests, noting the bidding war bubbling an escalation of growling and threats. If they want to break out and start beating the shit out of each other, he could care less. But the newcomers (and even other guests), they don't deserve to be accosted by someone who doesn't know when to back the fuck off. Whether it's a guest or a newcomer, as soon as the intruder reaches for them, Bakugo snaps a hand around the offending wrist and quickly bodies the person aside, interjecting himself between the two. One hand curls, a few sparks popping and bursting in tiny explosions around his palm and fingers.]
Get lost or die. Your call.
💥 ➋ THE GAMES. - Beak
[What the hell is this? He thought the casino was just enjoying a themed setting, but finding Beak was also drenched in the trappings of Grecian arenas? This place is fucked up. Each pulse against his skin from his suite mark ensures his compliance, though Bakugo's never going to let the damn thing completely warp his mind for its perverse demands. If anything, battle is a language he speaks well. Growling against the requirements, he lingers in the warrior's bunk, paying attention to those practicing with weapons or preparing for the battles above. Bakugo takes his time to stretch, warm up, test a few weapons, and rinse off before heading into the light. As much as he hates the House for its machinations, there's nothing wrong with a good throw down.
His opponent won't find Bakugo showing any mercy on his part. He demands a good fight worth his effort. Opponents who have no fighting will or ability, he'll quickly dispatch with a knock out, since they can't outright surrender. He'd rather a ring out, but since the overseers require a battle to the point of discontinuing, it's pretty damn hard to fight when you're unconscious.
Opponents who are strong enough to battle and actively want to, Bakugo is no pushover in a fight. He eschews bladed weapons entirely, preferring to rely on his Explosion Quirk and martial arts as he fights, both of which he augments with metal bracers on his forearms/hands and shins/feet for both offense an defense. Detonating his explosions from his hands provides him amazing maneuverability and firepower in his clashes, his fanatical determination to win and stubbornness against losing keeping him going long after he should've gone down.
But he refuses to kill. No matter what that costs him. And he'll take one whatever opposition comes to try and force it.]
💥 ➌ THE GAMES. - Talon
[Amid the locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon, Bakugo occasionally appears to deal with the fallout of his battles in the arena. He tends to keep to himself when he takes a break, finding a bench towards the side or back of the lockers and sticking to solo-stall showers to wash off and/or tend to whatever injuries he might have incurred. He keeps an eye out for others in the locker room, both to size up potential opponents (or allies) for later on, and to make sure no one's hurt to an alarming degree and needs help.
Despite this shitty game the House is forcing them to play, Bakugo is a hero. He's not going to abandon someone who's truly in need. Fakers and wusses are going to get the opposite of help though... While he's not a social guy and isn't looking for anyone to help him wash off, oil up, tend injuries, or even get replacement armor, he throws his lot in more with the other prisoners here and can be talked into accepting some assistance.
As much as he's able, Bakugo dodges summons for the muscle contest and the wrestling. He's not at all adverse to grappling in a martial arts contest, but something as crass as mud wrestling? Forget it! Instead, he ends up picked for the damn archery contest. And not as one of the archers, much to his displeasure. Finding himself out in the range, he grits his teeth and scowls against the eyes of the crowds, standing among other low-rank suits who act as moving targets.
Che! If these bastards think he's going to be anything but the most annoying target they've ever tried to hit, they're going to be sorely corrected. He's not surprised the arrows won't fatally pierce them (which raises questions about why the gladiatorial arena isn't the same) but has no intention of getting hit anyways. Enjoy trying to hit someone who's capable of avoiding bullets, especially as those explosions from his palms and the noise/light/smoke they produce compounds with his amazing reflexes and impressive speed!]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ MORE PLEASURES.
💥 ➊ PLEASURES. - Galatea
[He always thought theses statues were creepy. Standing around the resort in provocative poses, always with some damn air of ominous mystery. It's bad enough the paintings in the elevator are perverted, to say nothing of the invisible hands and ghosts that like to mess with people. They don't need the damn statues adding into the mix. Which is exactly what's happening now! Bakugo thought he saw one of them move in the morning, but nothing came of it despite a few suspicious minutes. That same statue was gone in the evening, and he knew he wasn't going crazy. Dammit! Now these things are coming to life?! Seagull lifeguards at the beach, now sentient bodies of stone tromping around the resort. At the very least they're not ganging up on people like those bird brains.
That doesn't mean he's going to stand by and watch a statue try and wrangle in someone who doesn't want the stone figure's attention. Whether you're coming around the corner and finding Bakugo locked in a brief combat with one of the marble effigies or you're the one the blonde's currently defending from the statue, it's the same noisy cacophony: shouting at its stubborn defiance as Bakugo grabs the humanoid masonry by the shoulders and throws it clean over his own body in a quick discard. The figure tumbles with heavy thuds down the carpeted hall before starting to rise again. A harsh "boom!" sounds as Bakugo detonates an explosion in his hand, straightening up as he fixes the statue with a wicked glare.]
You really wanna die, ya shitty piece of granite? [Either jump in to help or try to convince him to stay his hand. It's your call.] Bring it on!
💥 ➋ PLEASURES. - Narcissus
[He saw the reflection out the corner of his eye, turning to glare at it for several seconds. Between the changed resort and the other oddities happening, is this really so strange? But soon enough, Bakugo's left scowling at his own image in the falling water amid one of the resort's decorative walls. Of course it looks exactly like him, down to the last detail. But this bastard's not acting like him at all! Neither moving his arms or his head in the same way, separated completely. If it was just that, he would've ignored it. Who gives a shit what a momentary disconnected reflection does? But then the bastard has to start talking.
Bakugo's explosive temper isn't one to go down without a fight. Even against his own image.] Shut up! You can't even get out of that damn water! [He swipes his hand through the water, instantly jerking backwards when the figure inside makes an actual lunge towards him. That momentary bulge of water surface almost reaches, but snaps backwards just as quickly, and Bakugo's left taunting his own reflection with a childish grin.]
HA! Baaaka! I'm not gonna fall for something as idiot as that! [Yeah, definitely standing here arguing with the water like a completely sane person.] AS IF!! I'd kick your ass the second you did! [Ka-Boom! Light and heat explode amid one hand, fisting an explosion with a rush of smoke and noise.] Try it and I'll blow this entire wall into the next hallway! [Feel free to interrupt him... or not.]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ WILDCARD.
💥 [OOC: Use this for anything else you'd like to do! Feel free to pick another prompt from the list, even if I don't have one for it above. If you have specific ideas on prompts or plots and want to chat it out, either send me a pm or drop an ooc comment below, and we’ll hash it out. Otherwise, wildcard it and we'll go from there. all prompt options can stay gen or go down a nsfw route. i'm always open to writing a unique starter for us if you'd prefer that. Here are some quick links to Bakugo's information and permissions (k-list included) if you'd like to look those over.]