TDM 05

[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 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.

ROYALS

► Royal 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.

SERVANTS

► Servant 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 BEAST

► Any 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! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[blastedass]

[Good on him, because Bakugo's not someone to give empty threats. If the man really had intended to be injured everywhere, he'd find himself embalmed and spun ready for a spider to suck his juices out. Each little spritz of mist puffs across Kleken's burns. Bastards, they really sicced people on each other, to the point he gave this man these injuries for the fucking entertainment of a bunch of bastards. Bastards who don't know a single damn thing about any of them!

No flinch? Brave man. Knowing it stings, Bakugo lifts Kleken's arm and purses his lips, sending a gentle stream of cool air over the afflicted area under its glistening new cover. Sting's replaced with cold, encouraging it to dry off for the incoming press of ointment and gauze.] How much of your words are bullshit?

[Seriously, he's curious.]

[lieabilities]

[ The light tingle of cool air draws Kleken back to Bakugo's action with great curiosity. It's a much more tender approach to treating his wounds than he'd expected in general, given that the usual reaction to him is exasperation and a growing desire to leave the vicinity as soon as possible. His tentacles were certainly well experienced by now in treating whatever injuries his main body accrued. ]

[ So to have someone think to blow on his wounds to help is... interesting. Enough so that he's nearly caught off off-guard by it in his expression, which he's quick to smooth back over. ]

As a con-man, every word I say should be taken as a lie.

[ It's a phrase he's fallen back on numerous times, that holds a perfectly contradicting truth to it he rather likes. ]

[blastedass]

[Does he really expect him to raze his flesh off his body?! (Despite acting and saying that he would do exactly that.) Dumbass. Bakugo finishes up the gauze, then begins wrapping bandaging around the man's arm. Loop after loop, finally finishing it off with a tuck under the previous loop. He grips the strip between his teeth and tears it off with a sharp head jerk.] -p'teh- [Spitting that crap out. The entire wrap's secured with a metal snap-on clasp. Snug and secure, not tight or painful, his dressing should keep everything protected so long as Kleken doesn't fuck with it.]

Including that one? [A liar's paradox, when he says his words are a lie. Bakugo moves further up Kleken's arm, repeating the earlier process to address his burn.]

[lieabilities]

[ Yes. Yes he does. ]

[ He watches the rest of the treatment with light curiosity, amused once more by the gentle hand he shows in contrast to his gruff personality. He'll never get tired of the gap between them, honestly. Unfortunately for Bakugo, that means Kleken will be bugging him a lot more often moving forward. ]

Yes, of course.

[ Why would he start making it easy to tell if he's lying or telling the truth now? ]

[blastedass]

[Well he did yell at his classmates for not scrubbing Midoriya's skin raw with steel wool before dumping him in the bathtub, so maybe Kleken has some reason to be concerned. And yet, here Bakugo is, keeping his touches neat and light as he quickly but efficiently meets out ointment and medicine before applying gauze and tape and finishing with another bandage wrap. Most of it's taking responsibility for giving the man these wounds.]

Then don't get pissed if no one trusts a damn thing you say. [Which can get extremely frustrating when Kleken actually has a truth he needs to get across. Bakugo moves to his other side and begins work there.]

[lieabilities]

[ Please, Kleken's delicate skin could never handle steel wool- ]

[ Someone experienced in treating wounds both of his own and others, or at least trained to be? Did these heroes of the other man's world take care of their own injuries in this way on the field, perhaps? No healers? His curiosity is very much piqued, but he's also quite sure he couldn't get away with inquiring about that at this moment. A conversation for another time, perhaps. ]

I would never. I offer others the ability to trust that I am being mistrustful, so we're both at an understanding.

[ If you always knew you couldn't trust a man's words, isn't that the same as knowing you could always trust another man's words? ]

[ It's definitely the same thing- ]

[blastedass]

[Then he better not turn up with a month's worth of grime on him after running around like a shitty vigilante!

All three. Bakugo might carry himself as a perfect warrior, boasting of never earning a scratch, but he's broken, cut, burned, bled, many times in his life. From fights to training. U.A. taught medical classes, but Bakugo learned general first aid as a boy and only improved from there. He knows how to handle wounds and injuries during a battle if needed, though most of it's skilled patchwork to hold out until proper medical treatment's found.

As for burns... given his Quirk, Bakugo's mom made sure he knew how to treat them. Even if it had been an accident, if something happened to other kids Bakugo was playing with as a boy, he had to take responsibility for his own power.]

Pera pera pera. Say you're a habitual liar and shut it. [So much faster than playing with his stupid words. A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.

It is fucking not the same.

Bakugo finishes up with Kleken's other arm and leans back on the bed for another look over.] Where else? [He pays more attention to the man's tentacles than Kleken's words; don't think he missed them outing their owner's bullshit earlier.]

[lieabilities]

'Pera?'

[ He repeats the word with some curiosity, absently wondering if it's some sort of swear word that the other man enjoys employing. It's a rather unexpectedly cute sound though. Certainly not fitting to Bakugo's... anything. Not unless one has bad taste. ]

[ Good thing Kleken has bad taste- ]

Ah, but I mainly lie for work and only sometimes for pleasure.

[ This clarification does nothing to improve Kleken's standing, of course. ]

[ While Kleken's busy with his usual nonsense, his tentacles are busy trying to get him treated, pulling loose clothing to reveal the next burn patch on his side. At least two of the three entities here were getting something done. ]

[blastedass]

[It's basically the Japanese equivalent of "blah blah blah" to someone else's talk. He's not gonna explain it despite Kleken's questioning gaze. His sarcastic, dismissive tone should've indicated the entire thing for him. Thanks for not calling him "cute" over it, or else he'd be eating fried calamari.

Kleken has very questionable tastes with this rough-voiced asshole.]

For work? And for pleasure? Sucks for you I can't believe either of those.

[Now that one's more mocking, as if he might actually believe the man's words just now. Bakugo's attention to the tentacles betraying Kleken's injuries means the man gets treated a lot better than he otherwise would have. Maybe it's similar to people paying attention to Bakugo's actions as he takes care of them rather than listening to his words as he scolds and berates them for getting hurt in the first place.]

If these assholes ever pit us against each other again, don't get hit.

[lieabilities]

[ If he ever learns that's what it means, he will absolutely use it for nefarious purposes. How, one might wonder, could someone use a simple word for nefarious purposes? ]

[ Don't worry about it- ]

Oh, that's good then. You shouldn't believe a conman's lies.

[ Rather than being upset about not being believed, Kleken looks rather pleased with the other man's determination to refuse it. A shame that his body at times was rather eager to give away his secrets for the sake of maintaining his health. The tentacles are just as efficient as Bakugo is being in lifting limbs to point out injured spots, all while Kleken ends up being moved around like a rag doll and continuing his chatter. ]

Hmm, would you hold back your punches then? I'm inclined to think you would never.

[blastedass]

[If anyone could find a way to use a simple word for nefarious purposes, it's Kleken. Bakugo might have warmed up to the guy more than he had when they first met in the stupid festival with the strings, but he's always going to treat the man with a sense of wariness and suspect. Gets the feeling Kleken prefers it that way too.]

Duh. Stop squirming. [Since he's working on a spot near the man's neck. Most of his attacks came from the front and above, so asides from hitting Kleken's arms when he shielded himself, any other burns would be on his upper half at best. He was using his illusions by the time Bakugo figured out enough to go for anywhere else.

Even if it is kind of unnerving to watch the man get puppetted around by his own tentacles. He's pretty damn sure Kleken's the main brain and control, but sometimes... Maybe they're operating on self-preservation, too "simple" to have any conman pretense and wanting Kleken's health as top priority.]

If I don't want to hurt someone, of course I'm gonna hold back, dumbass!

[Which his not what he does when he "punches" Kleken atop his head for a stupid question.]

[lieabilities]

I haven't squirmed.

[ He might have squirmed a little. ]

[ In their eagerness to be helpful, the tentacles might have started exaggerating injuries that were in need of seeing to. A small cut or bruise here and there were bring brought forward after the major burns were seen to, much to both of their chagrin at this point. Kleken's especially since he's nearly being dangled in order to show the light bruise on his ankle and leaves himself exposed to that head 'punch' that makes his tentacles flutter about in amusement for a moment before going about to work. ]

[ How the man can continue to speak with any level of dignity in his position is a testament to his pokerface. ]

Oh? I had thought you'd want to hurt me.

[blastedass]

You just did a second ago.

[A little bit. Enough to make him pause his ministrations to make sure Kleken was okay, then get back to it with another focused dab and brush. Okay now the tentacles are starting to become too eager for their own good. Bakugo's gonna have to make some judgement calls, brushing away smaller injuries that'll close up on their own fast enough. He does clean them, a brief wipe and check before slapping a bandage over top. But paper cuts? Have a wipe and suck it up.

At least it's funny to see the guy basically strung up by his own tentacles in effort to reveal his ankle injury. "Injury" his ass. That's a bruise and it'll heal in no time.]

Not unless you ask for it.

[And being stupid is asking for it. He appeases the tentacles with a simple wipe across Kleken's ankle, and returns to finish up with another burn on his shoulder. That should take care of the larger ones. Unless he's hiding one below his belt.]

[lieabilities]

[ At least his tentacles aren't quite as stubborn as Kleken is. After a few rejections of their offerings, they pick up on what level of injury Bakugo is and isn't willing to treat and finally stop bringing forward the minor injuries, giving the younger man a nod once he's seen to all the injuries. See, some part of Kleken is capable of learning. Unfortunately, it's the nonverbal part. ]

And if I only like a certain kind of pain?

[ Spoilers: Kleken actually likes no pain period, but he can't help but ask the question. ]

[blastedass]

[That's why he's relying on them to help him with this more than he's relying on their boss. He'll get to the minor injuries once he's done with the man's major ones. And even those are only a few he noticed needs a bit more attention. Once there seems to be a break, or surrender on the injuries, Bakugo can finish up and at last let the guy rest from all the wiping, bandaging, and checking. He's probably more doctored up than the blonde would care to normally do, but... Kleken can handle it.]

You're lying.

[He said he didn't like pain in their first meeting a long time ago. Squirmed away from it and everything.]

[lieabilities]

[ Kleken glances over at the clear call out, his tentacles finally setting him upright again and seated in a mostly normal fashion across from Bakugo. Mind, there's still an unnecessary chair made out of tentacles that he's perching on, the additional limbs ready to puppet him around again, but for now they're seemingly content with checking over the wrong Bakugo's done thus far. And steadfastly ignoring their owner, who has focused himself and his needs for entertainment on Bakugo once more. ]

I can tolerate being bitten.

[ Tolerate and like are two very different things- ]

[blastedass]

[There he goes again, tilted and turned by his own tentacles until he's seated pretty and once more upright. Bakugo checks over the areas he already did to make sure none of the bandages have come loose from Kleken being manhandled by his own tendrils, even if gently. Then backs off entirely and lets the man and his minions explore all that he did. They can adjust whatever they want, but he's not going back in for any damn redoes if Kleken gets finicky about his bandages.

If the guy doesn't want to be called out, then he shouldn't say something stupidly fabricated.]

Tolerate doesn't mean you like it.

[In case that needs to be explained to his face.]

[lieabilities]

Hmm, who knows. Perhaps one day I'll change my mind on the matter?

[ Tolerate could turn into like, that much is true. Kleken has had a number of experiences in the resort that have... well, not fully changed his mind, but certainly made him more amenable to exceptions occurring. Stances he'd been very certain on were often tested and shaken here, and Kleken does like to think of himself as flexible person when properly motivated. ]

[ With their final inspections done, the tentacles duck away or splay out across the bed or walls, apparently satisfied with the work. A couple disappear to bring back a bottle of wine in offering, something that gets a glance from Kleken. ]

You do fine work.

[ Does Kleken even know how to say thank you- ]

[blastedass]

You're not the kind of person to change his mind so easily.

[Kleken's flexible and slippery, but he has to carry some cores to base his decisions off of. Bakugo thinks the guy does it out of reflexive habit and easy nature, though suspects something self-preservation leaks through his actions. Shaken foundations don't mean they've fallen or even weakened if they were already strong in the first place.

Bakugo packs up the remainder of the medical supplies and sets them to the side on a nearby counter. Kleken can keep the to treat anything needing new dressings in a few days. He wonders if the guy heals faster than most people. Don't cephalopods have a faster regeneration than other animals?]

It's not hard. Anyone should know basic first aid.

[Right. Can't take a compliment. No thanks are needed, since Bakugo's done this out of repayment. Sorry, hasn't noticed the wine bottle yet.]

[lieabilities]

[ The comment tugs a corner of Kleken's lips a little higher, the amusement clear in his gaze as he returns it to the other man. He's been called whimsical by his peers and associates more often than not, so to hear someone say he had some sort of foundation for his thoughts was certainly new. ]

That's an interesting thing to think about me.

[ He's not wrong either, which is something that has Kleken feeling both cautious and forward- wanting to know how and why Bakugo could declare such a thing about him with such confidence. Or did he simply do everything with confidence? ]

Hmm, that's right. It's quite important, isn't it? Do you teach it as well?

[ A shame Kleken has zero interest in actually learning any more than he already does, which is a truly rudimentary amount, and he's more interested in spending more time with Bakugo. Preferably in a situation that doesn't involve his injury. ]

[blastedass]

[Someone's amused at being called "stable" on some level. Kleken's doing as much as he can to keep that amorphous persona, making Bakugo wonder what the hell his problem is. So against having anything believable about him, stating multiple times he's a liar and untrustworthy, anything he's able to do remain noncommittal to himself. It's not a wrong way to live, but definitely weird as fuck for someone like Bakugo. There's reinventing yourself and maturing, but Kleken's devotion of disguise is almost desperate.

Or nuts.]

You're a liar. So what I think about you is all I can rely on. [Relying on Kleken's words and information is foolish when he's as squishy as an octopus. Guess he'll have to get used to Bakugo coming up with his own assumptions and answers.

And it's confidence. He isn't gonna do anything with trepidation. That implies you either aren't confident in your abilities or never took the time to think about the decision first.]

Haa? Why the hell would I teach it? [Does he look like a teacher?! Or someone with the patience to teach anyone anything?! Ignoring the fact he does indeed tutor someone back home and teach one or two people a few things here.]

[lieabilities]

[ Bakugo's really not that far off there, but even if he were under the effect of some kind of forced truth, Kleken wouldn't be able to put a specific name or reason to why he acts the way he does other than 'survival.' Or 'entertainment.' Both of which aren't usually answers people will happily accept for such questionable behavior. ]

That's a wise choice.

[ But Bakugo really does continue to delight him, especially with his declaration to make his own decisions about Kleken and his intentions rather than listening to the conman's words only. Is it odd, that this behavior is exactly what he wants, in his own weird roundabout way? Most likely, but being read on a personal level tickles at something in him he can't quite put a finger on. ]

To be a helpful sort of hero, perhaps?

[blastedass]

[He's not asking Kleken why he acts the way he does. He doesn't want people asking him the same thing. It's not his damn business, so long as the other guy's willing to deal with whatever comes back from his activities. Hell, Bakugo's explosive temperament often gets reactions he's forced to contend with each time they happen. But he isn't going to change himself for anyone.]

Tch. [It's the only choice. He takes what he sees and hears in Kleken's words and actions and makes his decisions about him from that. If that's what the tentacle master wants, well good fucking job for him.

Bakugo growls softly when he's countered. Dammit, why the hell's he got to go for that each time!?] There's a fucking library and a medical wing in this place. They can teach you about it.

[But if Kleken pushes him more, he'll probably capitulate.]

[lieabilities]

[ Oh, but being persistent is one of the things Kleken truly excels in. Particularly when it coincides with being a pure nuisance, and with how Bakugo keep allowing Kleken to get away with the annoying crimes he does, this is unfortunately a glimpse into their continued association. ]

I'd learn much better under the care of someone I'm familiar with though.

[ He says to someone he hardly knows at this point. ]

[blastedass]

[He'll admire someone's stubbornness, unless it's turned on him, then it understandably pisses him off into a rage. Some people are stubborn because they're holding to their convictions and too strong to get pushed around. And some people just like to be a shitty little rock in the middle of the river to spite and annoy people for entertainment.

Kleken falls under the latter most of the time. Bastard.]

God, you're so damn stubborn! ... Fine.

[Grumbling, but he has his reasons. If Kleken wants better than expert-at-advanced-first-aid, he'll have to learn at the Broken Wing. Bakugo'll teach him what he knows otherwise.]