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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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    Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia 💥 Current Player - 3 of ♠️

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    ♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ 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.]
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    [personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2024-08-19 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [A harsh "boom" is bound to attract anyone's attention. Specially so if one of them happens to have sensitive hearings. Doesn't take long for him to find out where the cacophony of noises is coming from. Though Soundwave lacks a weapon when he arrives in the resort, even now he isn't armed with anything aside from having a natural metal body. So, he chooses to stake out the situation first before involving himself. He peers around the corner to first see a... living statue?

    Then the blond human. Doesn't take much for him to pin who's the "bad guy" here, between the grotesque and eerie statue and the human.

    Just as the marble statue has risen to its feet, Soundwave rushes out of his hiding and delivers a thrust kick against the sculpture's side, sending it flying towards a wall. However, that doesn't seem to be enough to keep the sculpture down and the collision against the wall has its arm snap away from the body. However, that doesn't seem to stop the stubborn marble sculpture from rising up again. ... Quite the stubborn statue they got here.

    Help has arrived in the form of a seemingly 10 feet tall mech, whether Bakugo asked for it or not.]
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    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-19 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [Yo! Long time no see! No apologies for breaking anyone's sensitive hearing. The hotel should've thought about that before siccing its stupid statues on unsuspecting people! Pitching that hunk of stone across his shoulder and down the hall should've been a task for a lot of people, but Bakugo looks as if he was used to throwing around that kind of weight. He twists around on his feet, cocking his hand back in preparation for igniting another explosion and chasing after the bodied boulder.

    Only to get interrupted and halt his advance when something shiny and humanoid rushes out from round the corner. Stone meets metal in a crash, knocking the statue across the way and embeds it into the wall with a crash and multitude of cracks spidering out from the figure's outline. Minus the arm that just broke off. What the hell? So it's not just stone figures coming to life, but now there's metal men on the prowl as well? Is this a fucking territory dispute?!

    At least until the figure turns around and Bakugo gets a look at his face and body. Angular definitions, a mask-like visage, even in a world running a massive superhero society, the idea of mechanized mobile suits and humanoid robots hasn't lost its appeal. Gundam is a thing in his world, though this doesn't seem quite like a mech he's used to... Something different? It's not the same as the statue, that's for sure.]


    On your left! [Expecting him to move, Bakugo cups one hand in front of his opposite palm, aims the charged burst, and fires-] AP SHOT! [-a concentrated beam of explosive force. Capable of punching through several slabs of concrete, the impact pierces clean through the statue's chest, knocking it right back into the outline it'd just peeled itself out of.]
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    [personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2024-08-19 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    [yo yo ;)

    Definitely different than your typical robot. For one, though he is a being made purely of metal, it may be immediately clear that his movement is anything but rigid and robot-like. It's human-like, almost, with seemingly flexible and supple metal. After their short wordless exchange, he strides towards the statue with intent to finish the job he jumped into.

    That is until he hears the warning from the human. Catching a glint of light from his peripheral, he dodge rolls out of the way, metal skids . Then, he catches sight of the beam blasting through the statue's chest. That's certainly new. A human just created a concentrated blast from. Curious, but there's an important matter to resolve first. The statue. It still rises. Still determines on accomplishing whatever it was it intends to do.]


    Stubborn...

    [He's not certain if it applies to a moving statue, but a good rule of thumb to make something stop moving is to get rid of the rid. If it was a living being instead, he would've been mercifully and find a way to knocked them out. Too bad he doesn't care much for moving statues.

    Flexing the joints of his fingers, he approaches the statue with intent, fingers curl into a fist before he delivers a devastating hook to its head, enough to smashed it off its body. Then, as the head and body begins to crumble, its regrets are then whispered into the wind.

    “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole.”

    That's another surprise; his hand comes up to the side of his head as if he suddenly caught a transmission from nowhere. Only to realize the voice is coming from the crumbling statue. Dropping his arm to his side, his head tilts down to the lifeless statue, watching what left behind of the statue crumbles to dust before turning towards the blonde human.]


    Did you hear that? [Please tell him he wasn't the only one.]
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    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-20 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Those joints move without the lock-and-bolt of mechanical connections. His eyes draw to the metal man's knees, noticing the way his stride lacks even Iida's robotic nature. Is this mecha some kind of liquid metal? Or is this a person who could transform into metal? No, it can't be the last one; there are far too many flat parts consistent with a robot. It has to be pure sophistication and a shit-load of intricate mechanics.

    Firing right past him doesn't do anything to the metal man, asides from glowing on his shoulder and arm. No burns or complaint. Figures, if he's made from that resistant substance. Bakugo glares at the statue as it rises. Even with a hole in its chest, there's no suggestion it's going down easily. They'll have to pulverize it into pieces. Easy.]


    Don't just gawk at it, Metal Face; take it out! [He's not doing the damn work for you! Mostly because the other's closer and can reach the statue first unless Bakugo wants to put in a race. He does not. Stalking forward, the young man approaches the statue even as his companion crashes a fist into the head, knocking it clean off the marble neck with a solid "chunk!" amid a sprinkling of stony shards and sliver. Cracks appear almost instantly, indicating decapitation is the weakness. Good to know.]

    Again? [He mutters the word under his breath, eyes narrowing on the statue as it breaks part. An inorganic thing brought to life would want to feel alive, whole, like a normal person. He's seen that shit before in works of fiction. But this thing said "again" and that bothers him. More than he wants to admit.] Aa. I heard that.

    [Bakugo's stormy expression lingers on the pile of breaking dust. Was it reanimated before? Or...]
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    [personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2024-08-21 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [Meh, Soundwave had been shot at throughout his life. He had close calls before and sometimes had his metal melted off. Some burn mark on his metal plating is hardly worth any attention at the moment.

    Good to know that the human heard the whisper. Otherwise, he would've believed that his hearings were capable of hearing spirits now, too. It wouldn't be too surprising in that case. After all, he had breached the barrier between life and death and made contact with spirits before his arrival in the resort. But at the same time, he's kinda relieved that he didn't just developed a new power. He doesn't need to hear spirits. It's already noisy enough as is with what he's able hear from chatters outside this hall, including emotions and thoughts.

    But that all aside, Soundwave shares Bakugo's discomfort. The regret weigh in his mind more than he wanted it to. He crosses his arms across his chest and the other hand cups his chin in thought. Vents exhaling a soft sigh, as he watches Bakugo.

    What did the statue meant by "again"? If not for that specific word used twice, he would've brushed it off as some inanimate thing wanting to know what it was like being alive. Alive. Feel like you. Whole. Maybe there's a chance it meant that it had found its soul and had been reanimated before, or perhaps, a more uncomfortable theory....]


    Is it possible that this was a living person before they were turned into a statue? Or, a soul trapped in a statue?

    [Though, from what he's able to glimpsed from it before it all turned into dust on the floor, it didn't seem like there was a fleshy part underneath the marble. It was all marble outside and inside.

    Another sigh out of his vents.]


    Regardless, the problem had been dealt with. May they be able to rest in the Afterspark. [...] Operation: conclusion.

    [That last bit is a strange habit of his.]

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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-08-19 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ ooc ; wheeze, last month really ended up beating the stuffing outta me, hope you don't mind that I'm sliding in here to catch you instead ... ! ]

    [ Bakugou is, indeed, interrupted! By a sharp hiss coming from behind him, a hoarse, bristly -- ]

    Would you fucking keep it down, you nutjob?!

    [ A glance back, and Bakugou might spot Fuuta where he is ... huddled on the ground, apparently hiding behind some huge, fancy potted plant. Glamorous!

    Though a quick look-over offers plenty of hints as to why he's in his current position, hunched over and scrunched into the shadows. He's currently dressed in the rags typical of those forced into a servant role, looking scuffed-up and exhausted, and he has one of the bridles from the horserace tangled up in his hair. The fact that he's dressed up like this, but here instead of back at the race track, probably answers a lot of questions; what he hisses next, keeping his voice a little hoarse and low, probably answers the rest. ]


    The last thing I need is those fucking guards coming looking here just 'cause you can't stop screaming and kicking up a fuss by yourself like some psycho! [ That last word is punctuated with a nervous huff before he cranes his neck to glance past the potted plants leaves, trying to peek out into the corridor. No sign of them just yet, which lets him return his attention to Bakugou with a scowl. ] I don't care if you wanna deal with that water bullshit, but at least do it quietly.
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    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-20 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ooc: no kidding, last month was shit for me too, as it was for a lot of people. join the july jerks and slide on in here! happy to get some cr with you! here's to fall being better for all of us~]

    [If it's not his reflection taunting him in the water, it's someone else sticking their damn nose where it doesn't belong! Apparently eager to get it blasted off his face!]

    You wanna say that again, you fucking idiot?! [Of course he spots him! You think he's dumb enough to fall for a talking plant in a damn pot?! At least it gives him reason to abandon his reflection, despite it calling out to him, and stomp over to the pot, one hand already cupping around a few small explosions bursting in his palm.

    Bakugo shoves aside a section of greenery to find the aggravation, eyes narrowing at the state Fuuta's in. One of the lower ranks, just like him, what with the way he's outfitted. Far less covering that the explosive blonde's distressed black jeans and open white button down, the former uncomfortably tight and the latter practically sheer for all its material. That bridle in his hair's a good indication of why he's hiding, and the implication of the slavery pisses him off more than Fuuta's comment.]


    Why the fuck are you hiding here then, shit face? [He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.] Beat it! You're sticking out like a sore thumb. [A bunch of plants are far worse a hiding spot than running down some halls and getting lost in the resort itself. Hell, make for an elevator and vanish into the infinite garage.] And take that shit off your head. You look fucking stupid.

    [Granted, someone focusing on Bakugo yelling at someone NOT Fuuta would've diverted attention away from the refugee, but apparently that backfired.]
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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-08-22 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He might have been the one to call over Bakugou's attention with his snippy little callouts, but that doesn't mean Fuuta's fully prepared to have that attention turned on him. So, of course, when Bakugou stomps over and yanks aside his little shelter of greenery, he recoils with a strangled little yelp, half-raised in startled reflex as he automatically tries to protect his head.

    -- what the fuck. Does this guy have, like, firecrackers in his hand or something? What the hell. -- god, whatever. He's so sick of every person in this place having some chuuni edgelord magic up their sleeve. Why is he the only normal-ish person here. He hates this place. ]


    Y-you think I'm hiding here 'cause I want to?!

    [ He might growl back that response as fiercely as he can, but his voice has definitely lost a little bit of his edge, now that he's not just throwing barbs from a distance. Having to look this asshole in the eye isn't helping either, and Fuuta averts his gaze -- ostensibly so he can awkwardly try and untangle the bridle from his hair (some of the buckles are really caught up in his hair), but mostly because he's a little cowed. ]

    I can't ... run any more, alright. [ This, at least, is true, even if he sounds extremely grudging about admitting it. His chest feels like it's going to explode if he tries to run again any time soon, his lungs aching horrifically. A sharp ear might be able to spot the breathless, tight edge to his words as Fuuta continues as a disgruntled mumble. ] You're just running your mouth 'cause it's easy. Not like you're helping at all here?!

    [ Says the little fucker who's never helped anyone with anything. ]
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    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-22 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Someone's jumpy. Bakugo glares down at the other boy behind the pot, obviously ticked this is Fuuta's plan. It's pathetic. He could pick a far better hiding spot around the resort. Hell, get lost in the garage or the forested area. Hide in your damn room! He furrows his brows when Fuuta covers his head, wondering if that's a reflexive reaction or someone had previously banged him on the skull. The reigns on his head and face give a bleak insinuation.

    Don't hate him cause he's awesome, Fuuta. Bakugo's glad as fuck he kept his Quirk, but obviously it's not going to do a lot of good to him here. There's little to fight. Which makes whatever this crap is actually interesting. Competing in the arena and blasting those damn statues around the resort is a great way to blow off steam, test his skills, and flex his power. If he can avoid the whole "do it under orders" aspect of being a low rank...]


    Haa? Someone put you here then?

    [Because unless that's the cause, Fuuta chose to hide here! Watching him mess with the bridle earns a disgusted click from the blonde and he reaches down to grab him by the shoulder. Yeah, a sharp ear might hear the winded strain in his voice, telling that's not just complaining, but actual labor in his breath. This kid's beat. And if people are looking for him, they're going to find him without a problem. A quick yank and he hauls Fuuta clean to his feet and over the pots.]

    You're fucking pathetic. Hold on, if you can.

    [Sure. He's "only" doing this as a middle finger to the resort and the high ranks. If (when) Fuuta at least gets one arm around him, Bakugo shoves backwards and an explosion erupts from his hand, the other arm hooked around the guy's waist. Enjoy a two-minute breakneck flight through the resort, powered by those amazing explosions and some killer reflexes. Around corners, close to the ceiling, over railings, and not stopping until they're halfway to the residential wing. Away from all that extra shit. Only then does Bakugo drop Fuuta.]
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    [personal profile] pyrolyzed 2024-08-23 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    Haa?! [ 'Pathetic,' Bakugou calls him, and of course Fuuta promptly bristles like a cat that's gotten a hose turned on it, teeth bared and gaze flashing sharp. ] The fuck's even your problem, huh?! Standing around talking to yourself like some sorta chuuni psycho, and now you're just giving me shit for a situation that's not even my fault? You're the one that's pathetic if you think you can act big just 'cause you're good at running your mouth!

    [ Bakugou might not know it, but this is extremely pot calling the kettle black, because truly, the only thing Fuuta is good for himself is running his mouth like his life depends on it. And he's not even very good at that right now, because he hasn't fully caught his breath from running here. His own bitching peters off with a wheeze as he briefly doubles over, clutching a hand into the front of his ragged clothes as he coughs for air. Okay, okay, he's got this, just give him a hot second, and he raises his head to resume. ]

    And you --

    [ Doesn't matter, though! Whatever else he was going to say deteriorates into a startled yelp the moment Bakugou hauls him to his feet. For a hot second he thinks the guy's about to punch him, and to be honest, that might have been better, actually? Because what happens instead -- suddenly getting hauled into the air is so out of the blue that Fuuta doesn't even know how to process it. At least Bakugou doesn't have to put up with any screaming; Fuuta can only give a breathless little yowl at first before he goes silent in his shock, simply clinging to him in terrified silence.

    Also, good luck on putting him down. Even once they touch back down on ground, Fuuta's shaking as he clings to Bakugou like his life depends on it, gasping for air in wheezing rasps. It's partly that the whip of wind was a little much for him in his current strained state, but also -- what the fuck. His words come wobbly, muttered blearily as he shakes his head. ]


    -- wh -- what the fuck. What the fuck is wrong with you. [ Wheeze, cough, gasp. Still not letting go, by the way. ] -- y-you can't just do that to someone.

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    [personal profile] ratratrat 2024-08-20 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [OOC: hello I'm late but happy to be finally kicking these two off hehe]

    [Charlie stands clean of arrow-powder only because he's just been escorted onto the range. He'd insisted to the casino staff guiding him that he's really not fast, he'd be too boring of a target-

    Only to be told that some people like easy victories.

    He's one of those people, and when he's abandoned with a pat to the shoulder, Charlie quickly looks around for a quick-fix of his own. The sound of fireworks crackles over the field; he recognizes it from a near bidding-war earlier in the week. A brusque boy with a loud mouth stepping in to help people without even being asked-

    So when he's asked, he'll certainly come to the rescue, right?]


    Hey! You!! [It's difficult to yell over the explosions, but Charlie manages (read: he's a loud guy too).] P-protect me, okay?

    There's no way I'm dodgin those things! [While this is true, Charlie is absolutely playing up how much like a wet, pathetic rat he looks. He gestures to his smaller frame, then demonstrates some pretty pathetic footwork in shuffling to one side away from an arrow passing several feet wide.

    So long as he can stay away from the fire too, this is a great plan-]
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    [ooc: hey hey! me too, guh! think july was shit for many of us.]

    [They told him that he's not supposed to evade forever. Even if the royals and wildcards are horrible shots, it's his "duty" as a low level servant to let someone hit him. Or else he'll be facing off against wild animals in the arena. Got it?

    FUCK YOU!! He's no one's toy! If these bastards can't hit him, they don't deserve to see a single damn chalk mark on his body! Not that he intends on letting them land a hit. Even when three of them apparently team up and send a trio of arrows flying towards him, Bakugo braces his feet, cocks a hand back, and swipes a swath of raging explosions in front of him like a combusting wall. Wood, metal, twine, and chalk disintegrate immediately, leaving their failures rising in the air amid the arc of smoke. Bastards. He'll take his chances with the fucking animals than allow himself to be struck even once!]


    Haa?! [Bakugo's eyes widen and his head twitches over his shoulder, incredulous rage warping his expression that someone would dare yell at him like that. What he sees is some black-haired brat scurrying for cover like a damn rat. Right behind him.] Protect you!? What the fuck, you don't know how to dodge?!

    [Immediately he's calling a damn bluff on the guy's pathetic display, both from the shambling steps being a demonstration and the look in his eyes. A smaller frame makes for a harder target. BOOM! Heat and light blast across the small space between them, taking an arrow out of the air.] Don't fuck with me. You wanna play the idiot, then take one in the face!

    [But even yelling that, another explosion wipes two arrows out, with Bakugo taking a place between the general audience and the other low rank.]
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    [personal profile] ratratrat 2024-08-21 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
    [Charlie's 'savior' looks at him with unbridled fury, and he can't even appreciate the sight. The backdrop of sudden, bright fire billowing much larger than the initial flickers he'd witnessed sends a visceral jolt of genuine fear through his body.

    As the next arrow goes up on smoke, he stares with eyes wide - terror brief but clear. When he speaks, its with a crack.]


    I'd rather fuckin' not! And I'd rather you not set me on fire while you help, either!! [First he demands protection, then he demands it be done with less firepower than this guy wants to use - Charlie makes up for his lack of speed with audacity.

    But while his voice quickly regained its confidence, his body hasn't quite caught up. As Bakugo moves, Charlie flinches back, wincing away from the potential of flames. The threat of a wayward arrow pales in comparison to the threat of fire. He tries to disguise it, gesturing widely at an arrow that is clearly meant for someone else.]
    Got any other tricks!?
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    [personal profile] blastedass 2024-08-21 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [Gasps and chatter rush through the audience like a oscillating wave, some bitching about such impudence, others impressed with the show of power, and more just shocked something blew up in the field. Bastards. He hopes at least a few of them had a heart attack and died from the surprise! Not really died but, you know, shut up. Amid billowing smoke, Bakugo and Charlie have a few moments to avoid getting shot at. Hopefully. Some people like blind shooting.]

    If I wanna set your ass on fire, it'd already be burning! [Sure, yelling at each other will definitely help you two keep a low profile. Bakugo glowers down at the complainer, incredulous this guy demands protection from him first, then bitches about the way he's protecting him! Temptation to blast this guy right out into the open ripples under his twitching eyebrows. Do it...

    Keeping in front of the other guy at least makes it so Bakugo's explosions are on the "other side" of his body, blocking him from both arrows and the intensity of the blasts.]
    This place didn't bring my costume or support gear with me. I'll keep blowing these things up until they get fucking tired of missing!
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    [personal profile] ratratrat 2024-08-26 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [One boy's body is a better buffer than nothing, but Charlie still takes a step back from his protector with that declaration. While the guy's demeanor hasn't gotten any less bristled, Bakugo has more or less respected Charlie's demands.

    So he hazards some trust that his safety will remain a priority even if he puts himself an awkward distance away from the other.]
    You think they're gonna get tired of it!?

    They'll stop when they hit you! [Ah.

    That's an idea.]
    Wh, why don't you do that? Instead of wastin all your firepower without your gear, just take the hit. They'll feel good about it, you're infuriatin them! [That last bit delivered with cloying affection, incongruous with the situation, Charlie gestures pointedly towards the audience.]

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    lmao i love this

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    best friends already

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    s'all good ~ rl happens~

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    [personal profile] demawn 2024-08-22 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The would-be archers trying to string bows and weakly letting off a few skewed shots are, in short, pathetic. Genya sighs as he's shoved into the lineup by some eager staff looking to include a few lower ranks. Make the rich feel better about their unfortunate shots! had been the whispered order; the young slayer had bristled against the command before telling the chattering staff-member to shut up. The sniveling little man's face had scrunched like he'd bitten into a lemon before stomping off to collect some other more pleasant servants.

    Plonk. The man beside him in the archer's row cheers after sending off a weak shot that barely manages to float to where a few of the closer targets are standing, let alone hitting one. The sharp lines of Genya's face furrow in annoyance. Shooting targets is his best skill; it's rare to miss one. How the hell is he supposed to do worse than this? He isn't sure he could even if forewent the bow and just threw a damned arrow manually.

    Forget it. Let them feel like shit. Genya fishes for an arrow and neatly draws the bow back, strong arms and back perfectly straight. It's a moment of judgment before he shoots it off, precisely hitting one of the moving targets square in the forehead. Another, and then another— clean shots drawn and sent within the same breath hit random targets in quick succession.

    His sharp gaze pins onto a young man that looks to be of a similar age to himself. Light hair, sturdy. Though he's never seen him before, Genya's spent enough time in the slayer corps to be able to judge when someone's strong. Strong enough that he probably won't faint after getting hit by a chalk arrow, anyway, which can't be said for a couple of the other servants he'd hit. Genya draws the arrow back, a small curve tugging up at the corner of his mouth as his angled eyes narrow. Alright, blondie. Yer next.

    The arrow flies, a blurred streak across the range headed directly dead center toward its target's chest. ]
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    [If he ever saw one of those high-ups in the stands throw a fucking arrow, it'd at least be funny! Not everyone in the stands is a shit shot. After all, there are royals and high ranks even among the prisoners here. To say nothing of the Wildcards that arrived this sweep. But a lot of them are shit shots regardless. Not surprising, given their luxury here is to indulge in life and have sex. Not the kind of lifestyle that encourages someone to brush up on their archery skills, or even simple aiming.

    Bakugo ignores the shots he has no business wasting his time on, taking a not-really-needed rest when it seems the skilled marksmen are either pausing to reload or having a hiatus for a moment. Someone gets off a lucky shot and he chucks a chunk of earth right into the arrow's path, intercepting it from hitting the other guy that'd been targeted. What? He's not here to protect people from arrows that can't hurt, and there's no damn point system to draw on, but pissing off the people telling him what to do? Sure, he'll make a stake for that. Bakugo's not going to let any of them hit him.

    Thock, thock, thock. One after another, sending his nerves hiking under his flesh. Staccato impacts, not from haphazard luck or even a mass hail of arrows, but from someone who knows how to shoot. Bakugo flicks his eyes to the side, noticing the strikes via the small puffs of chalk. Coming from the right. Encroaching on the area he's currently in. His attention swings towards the stands, red gaze narrowing at the crowd of people. Which one has the bow...

    Shit! He slams his hand down and an explosion erupts, launching him upward above a cloud of smoke. Another one immediately moves him to the side, dodging a follow up before he lands, already moving to make himself a harder target. Some bastard with skill finally showed up and took an interest in him?

    Bring it on, you bastard!]
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    [personal profile] demawn 2024-08-23 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
    Tch.

    [ Genya clicks his teeth, eyes narrowing when his target unexpectedly pulls some flying fire shit out of his ass. It makes sense that there would be a few guys worth their salt tossed in there; the slayer's grin stretches and his eyebrows screw. Alright, you wanna play hard to get? He don't mind a chase. He is swift to notch another arrow while watching the way his target moves carefully. It isn't the first time he's had to deal with a tricky opponent, and wasting arrows without observing his patterns is a novice move.

    His own disadvantage is that arrows aren't as fast as bullets. But at the end of the day, it's just a game—and he'd never willingly hurt a human anyway. The arrow remains steady and the string taut, waiting for what feels like the correct moment to fly; it's the breath in which the blond drops down to the earth and begins to move again to make it difficult to strike. It's an arrow shot not directly at him, but at where it seems he's going to go. Then another one quickly loaded to swiftly respond to however the guy pivots, if he does—Genya doesn't expect this guy to be a one-two hit anymore.

    Thankfully they've supplied a shit-load of arrows to the archers. Genya is quick to snatch a spare quiver his silly neighbor had been fumbling with it, his competitive streak ruffled now that his perfect hit streak has culled. I need these more than you, buddy, is his non-apology when the man whines about having his arrows borrowed.

    Thunk, thump, thud. Arrows continue to come in quick succession with furious intention. There is no effort on his part to hide or try to stay obscured in the crowd; he wants this guy to see the person who's about to put him flat on his back. ]
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    [Which one of those bastards is shooting at him? Bakugo lands on the ground, keeping further back from the smokescreen. While the archers can fire at him blindly, and he can't see them through the smoke yet, those damn arrows coming out of the smoke will leave trails. Much easier to follow. No one's able to make those things curve either, that he's seen... If he can get a lock onto the archer, he can focus on that person. Currently the only one with any kind of skill. Just how bad will he get punished for snapping off an AP Shot towards the person aiming for him? And is it worth it...

    The arrow doesn't come at his foot; no that fucking thing came at his shoulder! Bakugo barely dodges the strike, the faint wisp of blue chalk skimming the air beside him. Did it hit him? Hard to tell. It certainly wasn't a full strike, possibly a graze, but there's no chalk mark on his skin in the end. Shit. His hunter's not aiming at where Bakugo was, but trying to predict where he's going to be and firing there. With enough skill to snap off another on a predicted retreat. Trying to pin him in a proverbial corner, huh? Where the hell are you... He's got to be someone in the archer range that looks skilled.

    There's some argument, one guy's pulling the quiver away from another one, and an arrow notches. Is it him? Black hair, shorn sides, something purple on his clothes... Yep! That's the bastard!

    Boom! Bu-boom- BOOM! Explosions erupt in a flurry, bouncing Bakugo from one to the other in an erratic display of zigzags and dodges. He's not even keeping to left and right, adding depth by going back and forth, dropping and rising in rapid movement. Not only does that make him harder to hit, the smoke clouds he leaves behind are obscuring the area he's in. But on top of dodging, he has to keep an eye out not to run into an arrow this guy fires randomly. A lucky shot is still a shot...]
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    [ While the two boys who have now mutually clocked each other continue to be competitive, other guests in the stand begin to applaud. Not because of any skill the young men are showing; they cheer happily for the “fireworks” that the resort has so thoughtfully decided to include in the show! Though, a few guests do whine about the smoke, the ones closest to the target range wagging their hands and sneezing. Genya, on his side, ignores the misunderstanding of those around him while notching another arrow onto his bow.

    Side to side, up and down. Genya almost laughs. Weren’t the targets told to let the rich win? Though he himself doesn’t qualify, ranked at a lousy four and ignoring his own orders to be worse than the high ranks to make them feel good. The smoke makes it difficult; the position he’s in is no longer advantageous, so Genya hops down, hitting the lowest level where the smoke is thinner. This target is good, and smart—but Genya has his own pride and competitive streak. Hell if he’s going to give up because someone can blast smoke and knows how to move. There’s training there. Those weren’t lucky dodges.

    It would be easier to drop this target and focus on the slower ones, but now that he can’t get him, Genya wants him even more. He crouches low and slides a second arrow onto the bow alongside the first, raising both heads in the direction of that flashing figure. Shooting two arrows at once lowers accuracy, but with that smoke screen, accuracy is a stone in the water anyway. He’s quick to line up another two arrows and send them out following the first pair.

    Time on the clock is running down, with only a scant few minutes left before the round is over and the targets are allowed to swap out for a break. ]


    C’mon, blondie…

    [ His black eyes are set dead in the other boy’s direction, unblinking. Another arrow hits the bow as the clock ticks down; it goes free into the smoke when he thinks he spots movement. His fingertips burn from repeatedly drawing the string and a single bead of sweat drips down his temple. How many fucking arrows has he sent out already? Even if any of the last few manage to hit, he’s a bit salty. Gotta train more, then hunt this slippery guy down later and shoot him square in the ass. ]

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    [personal profile] tfy 2024-08-23 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [He already had one close call with a statue. He wasn't going to make the mistake of getting too close to one again.

    But that's easier said than done when the statues are off their pedestals, lugging their stone bodies up and down the halls. Trying to avoid them isn't doable when they're roaming freely around the resort, and he's in the process of getting chased by one when a certain someone makes his explosive entrance.

    Bakugo doesn't just blow up the statue, he bodily throws it over his shoulder like all that stone weighs absolutely nothing to him. Then he blows it up. It's a real case of déjà vu, even though there aren't any feathers floating through the air this time. Sadly, Hiyori doesn't feel as chipper as he did when Bakugo blasted those seagull heads sky high; people have said things about the statues here that make him think it might not be such a good thing for them to be destroyed.

    Still. He did help him out, and that deserves praise. The same praise he gave last time, in fact.
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    Thanks for your help! ♪

    [He calls out to Bakugo from a safe distance down the hall, managing a smile.]

    I just knew you'd be good for public service-type stuff. That's a hero for you!
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    [That's a good idea, until you remember the statues are all around the resort and can move on their own. Who the hell wants a stone figure to lumber out of the door and grab at them? Does this stupid place not realize how much damage a fucking arm made of stone can do when thrown at someone?! They want their prisoners to be good and "operational" for sex, but they're the ones actively threatening to damage their "guests" with this shitty prank.

    That anger and annoyance fuels another explosion, turning one statue into a pile of rubble, while the other one gets summarily pitched ass over teakettle hard enough to crack the floor (and its butt) upon impact. Before meeting its untimely demise. By now he ignores the longing sigh of the statue's lingering lament, opting not to think about its implications. In all honesty, he prefers these over the fucking seagulls. At least the statues weren't instantly perverted and didn't strike annoying poses like obsessed muscle models. But they're also not as resilient in some ways, breaking from force where the lifeguards would squawk off smoking.

    Urk! He knows that singsong voice instantly. The fucking green idol. Should've let the statue have him...]


    Urusei! You're noisy! Get over here and help me move this shit outta the way, Parrot!

    [Thanks for the compliment. He really does appreciate it, but hell if he's going to show that to Hiyori. Tough guy.]
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    [Hiyori, too, has noticed that much of what goes on around the resort seems to have the opposite effect of what the place is aiming for. "Make love, not war" they say, and yet the rank system fosters resentment between the haves and have-nots. "Have sex regularly, or you'll turn to stone," and yet they have things like monster attacks and "suit effects"—a category which includes hallucinations and nightmares—that would logically make it harder to achieve intimacy. It's impossible to get in the mood when you're suffering from some debilitating status effect, as he unfortunately now knows from experience.

    But he also knows that's by design. Their misery is the House's enjoyment. And no one's really meant to "win the game," are they?

    None of those bitter thoughts are at the forefront now, though. They're always somewhere in the back of his mind, but for now he focuses on his "hero." Who, in response to being thanked, proceeds to yell and call him a parrot.

    His eyebrows jump.
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    Parrot?

    [He had no clue this was how Bakugo saw him. When Bakugo referred to him as a gay little green parrot last time, that was in the metatext!]

    I'm more of a songbird! But I guess I can help you move debris, since you did help me. I don't have a shovel or a dustpan, though.
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    [Good to know someone else is picking out the oxymoronic elements in this place's logic. Then again, Bakugo would be even more pissed if the resort did away with all variety and just "orgy all the time" with no variation period. Even if their events all circled back to the same perversion. They want them to get along well enough to fuck, yet pit them against each other in a fucked up caste system, which makes the sex less "I want to" and more "I have to". Great job, turning the reason you brought them here into something they learn to hate rather than grow to like. Even fun hobbies turn sour when they become a job.

    But so long as the resort gets what it wants, why the hell should it care? The house must enjoy the action far more than the feelings or thoughts behind it. Like watching porn, where it's almost always fucking fake. Bakugo aims to win even if it's a pipe dream. Because losing that goal makes staying here an aimless waste of time.

    Bitterness aside, at least he's with someone he knows. Even if Hiyori's slotted into that "annoying" category of people. And that gay little green parrot reflected in his thoughts, culminating in Hiyori's nickname. Which are usually childish and insulting, because Bakugo's still a jerk even if he has matured a lot since chapter 1.

    Certainly not going to call Hiyori a bird of paradise.]


    You've got feet and hands. Get it out of the middle of the hall.

    [As much as he wants to leave it here like a big "fuck you" to the Hotel, if more of these statues are chasing people, he'd be pissed if someone else tripped and got caught over the mess he made. He's already using his instep to sweep some chunks of stone towards the gilded baseboards.]

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