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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




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.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST




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.

PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST




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.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS




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.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH




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.

INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID




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