TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

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

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

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

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

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

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

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

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

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

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

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

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

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

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

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

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

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

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

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

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

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

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

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

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

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

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

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

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

HEADS OR TAILS

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

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

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

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

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

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

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

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

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

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

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

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

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

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

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

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

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

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

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

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

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

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

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

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

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

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

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

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

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

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

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

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

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

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

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

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

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

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

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

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

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

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

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

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[fleshcursed]

( it’s a sort of look lycas is quick to pick up on because he’s thoroughly familiar with it. werefolk tend to engender that sort of apprehension. even those who are hasty to employ them, grateful for if not outright desirous of their myriad unique talents, tend to be mistrustful and even fearful of them in the same breath, wary that they might frenzy and run wild. it’s not exactly a baseless fear; it does happen. lycas himself has spent a lot of time and energy on methods to keep a better handle on his more feral side (not that it ever seems to actually help, half the time). regardless, he’s run up against that sort of thing often enough to know there’s not much he can do about it besides not give any more reason to be nervous.

of course, that’s not really all that’s going on here, is it? lycas does have a really good sense of smell, and though it’s done him good in his past of bodyguarding and treasure hunting, it’s been a right albatross around his neck since he arrived in this place. it’s an absolute riot of scents, a total mess—if he’s not getting a headache from overwhelming waves of perfume or cologne or whatever scenting this place is doing to try to seem fancy, he’s being treated to a scentscape which can range anywhere from “hotel room after a hasty fuck” to “back alley whorehouse.” putting it delicately, he could already say that these little private rooms aren’t half as clean as whoever works here is trying to make folks believe, but even apart from that, he can tell…

his perpetual frown deepens. still, part of him doesn’t feel surprised. lycas has also found being werefolk and looking the stereotypical part has also saddled him with expectations of how he’s supposed to act, or rather how folks want him to act. depending on how he gets on with someone, he can be willing to oblige, but—no, no, that’s not what’s happening here.

really, he’s so distracted with this part of her scent profile that he’s not even honing in on the part that registers as odd to him. but it remains embedded within the wall of his mind, like a thorn in the proverbial lion’s paw. what is it that seems off? is it the wings? no… he’s got his own, so he knows what those smell like…

he inflates the bellows of his chest with a deep breath in, immediately afterward exhaling it as a long, rumbling sigh as he rests his chin on a rough palm, elbow resting on one of the arms of the chair. ) That’s a whole different topic of conversation, ( he grumbles, not answering. he makes a vague gesture with his other hand toward the door. ) There’s a whole mess a’ folks out there you can… play this “game” with in order to work towards gettin’ out of here. Getting “bought” by someone doesn’t have to be part of the equation.

( though, as he says this last bit, his brow knits and draws together; a very slight added emphasis on the words seems to imply an unspoken, ‘right?’ is all this just youthful apprehension or is she actually pushing him on this? )

[tattooism]

[As far as Kiritsubo is concerned, it was an extraordinary stroke of luck that she had woken in this place as a “Wilcard”. Servants and staff in this place, even some of the game players, practically threw themselves at her feet eager to please, that little topsy turvy auction aside, and that meant she had been able to all too easily gain all the information she required…

About the surface of this place, anyway. About the things everyone else knew. … But Kiritsubo had never been a woman who existed in that shallow realm.]

But I was bought…

[And that look, intent and curious, serves to remind him that it was him who had done it. It had happened, there was no changing it. But after-]

And then I was released, without you forcing me to do anything…

[Her heels click on the floor as she takes a step closer, and then another, the next sound her bare knees hitting the floor in front of the chair. From there, doesn’t she present a pretty picture? She thinks this form probably looks best like this, considering how petite it was, the way it provided a full glimpse of black wings fluttering, doe eyes wide and tipped just so upwards so that vibrant irises might be framed by lush black lashes.]

Doesn’t that mean… you’re a good man? You said I could stay here…

[If he doesn’t stop her, that pale, soft hand might just alight on his knee.]

So what are we supposed to do if it’s not conversation… ?

[fleshcursed]

( “luck” ain’t the word lycas would use. well, maybe he’d use it for himself—it was just his luck to end up separated, discombobulated, and confused in some inexplicable plane like this when he had plenty of pressing matters to attend to back in zonoria. the lavish treatment they as “wildcards” had been given was just an extension of that. he’s the type of man that would live happily in blissful obscurity if he were allowed, but that’s never really been an allowance he’s been given. as a young man coming into his own, he had felt both scorned and used for the unique talents he’d inherited from his fucked-up genes, all because they had been valuable to the person in charge. he’d had a few good years in the middle there where he’d felt almost normal, drifting through the veins and arteries of ebonfall as hired muscle keeping guard of a caravan, but hindsight had made him realize it had all just been a lovely sort of dream. a guy like him doesn’t get to live an easy, uncomplicated life like that—not when the unfortunate circumstances of his birth made him a ticking time bomb to any innocents around him.

speaking of.

his eyes narrow, but he neither moves nor replies at first, the stolidness of this lack of response perhaps creating one in the space of its absence; it assents, but it also challenges her on that assertion. he remains similarly unmoving and impassive as she approaches to fall to her knees right in front of him, wide-eyed and dainty. he’s certain that there’s folks out there who’d find this sort’a thing alluring, but lycas’ tastes have never really aligned with the whole “innocent and fragile” routine—the former tends to only elicit a vague feeling of guilt in him, and the latter just seems like an unnecessary hazard.

this sorta routine, though? acting all relieved and uncertain, but then pressing the issue, going so far as to put a hand on him when he hadn’t made any invitation? lycas has dealt with enough illusions, two-timers, and turncoats to start to get the sense that he’s being played, even if he doesn’t consciously piece it together in the moment. what it is is enough to put him on edge and act decisively, body moving quicker than his thoughts can process. his eeyes don’t budge from hers as he moves, his hand luching forward to catch her arm at the wrist—he holds it there gently, but it’s clear that’s careful control over steely strength. a low, rumbling growl of warning sounds from the hollow of his throat.

he doesn’t want to talk about how “good” a man he is. that kinda shit is up for debate, and he feels like it’s not really applicable to the here and now. instead, he replies in a low, steady tone, ) If this turn of events is a disappointment to you, I’d be happy to cut you loose and toss you back. I doubt you’d have any trouble findin’ someone who’d wanna play this kind’a game with you.

( but not him. and my fuckin’ mistake for landing us into all this in the first place. )

[tattooism]

[My, how touchy.

A little furrow appears between her sculpted brows, like she’s genuinely confused as to why he’s stopping her, or what she could have done wrong. Cute lips turn downwards in what threatened to be a pout. Wings pull in tight to her back, like a short little feathered cape rather than something that should be capable of flight.

But she doesn’t say anything at first. Her eyes move down to his hand where it (admittedly, mindfully, gently) clasps her wrist, warning more than actual punishment or prevention against moving forward with her touch, even though it would be so easy and so natural just to slide up his trousers along the sem until she could slip up inner thigh and let her thumb rub over-

… Hmm. It suddenly occurs to Kiritsubo that she would be interested in seeing this man and Murakumo duke it out. The growl was hot, any member of canidae could attest. She can smell the wolf on him, like she did on that man, and that sort tensed to be a bit territorial in her experience… it could be a good match… except oh, all worked up as she’d gotten herself she can’t help thinking it, but it would just be hotter if she could fuck the both of them rather than watch a fight. Fights she’s seen, and sure they could be rousing in some contexts, but-]

I’m sure our esteemed hoteliers are disappointed. After all, they went to all that trouble to set up the whole “dark, sexy auction of innocent virgins in the rich and decadent underworld” scenario…

[She suddenly… sighs, carelessly propping an elbow on his other knee so that she might then prop her face on her braced hand, gesturing with a flick of eyes and purse of lips toward her trapped wrist.]

Mind letting me go? I get it, I’m not your type~

[Not like this, at least. She was everyone’s type sometime.]

[fleshcursed]

( yeah, yeah. he contains multitudes, or whatever. though, really, it seems like it was either just his own mistaken read on the situation or just the whole contrivance of this damn auction to begin with—he certainly wouldn’t be leveraging any of the blame on her, not for how she’s acted or how she’s communicated. if he’s just developing an over-active sense of chivalry… well, that’s just something he’s going to have to internally investigate. it’s not something that’s much been on his mind historically. but ever since he started training with ser elijah to become a marrowknight, learning more of the oath that they swear and the duty that they undertake, he’s had to think a lot about the ones that he’s going to undertake. unique to each knight, it’s put him in a position of thinking deeply on what he thinks so important that he would swear to it for his whole life.

he’s got an idea. but it doesn’t really relate to this place or their current situation.

he huffs a breath, releasing her and sitting back into his chair. though still a little tense, he reclines similarly, one elbow propped up on the arm of the chair as he rests the side of his face in his palm. his expression is still stormy. )

I’m sure. ( his scarred lip curls for a moment in distaste before he continues. ) They’ll just have to take it up with me, then.

( based on everything he’s seen and experienced so far, he can imagine what sort of “punishment” they might decree. but that would be a problem for later lycas. )

I already got “sold off” myself. Wasn’t the best time. Maybe they should think up something better. ( i actually didn’t thread this out anywhere, but this is just on the assumption that lycas hates being forced to do what someone wants when he hasn’t already agreed to do so himself.

as he lapses into silence, his green eyes stay on her, brow furrowed—he looks at her like a puzzle he can’t quite figure out how to solve. something here doesn’t feel right, but he can’t put his finger on it. it’s something about the scent, buried inside of it… it just doesn’t feel like it matches, not what he sees.

it’s got him on edge enough to actually just ask. ) …Was this some game you were playing?

( his insight isn’t perfect, but it’s usually good enough that his gut doesn’t steer him wrong. he’d felt pretty certain he’d smelled fear on her. well. before he smelled the other stuff, but, uh… )

[tattooism]

[The moment he releases her and leans back in the chair, Kiritsubo makes herself all the more comfortable between and before his knees, their propped little poses in mirror. Just to make it clear that she felt she could, or perhaps, if one was thinking charitably, just because she was genuinely that casual about touch or boundaries... She pouts, idly using the finger on her freed hand to trace nonsense patterns on his knee. (At least it wasn't overtly sexual?)

If she is aware that she is being examined, and oh, she is, she doesn't give much indication of it, instead letting out a second, quieter sigh. Of course he got to play out the whole scenario... How unlucky she was in that regard. It's been so long since she had a creative roleplay, too...

As if distracted, it takes her a moment to respond to his actual question, belatedly looking back up at his face with a little blink as she clears out the fantasies of a threesome or being the virgin she hasn't been in nearly a thousand years. Was it a game? The smile she gives him this time... isn't all that cute or innocent at all. The scent of fear, that had been incredibly believable when she had been putting effortless effort into making it seem so was gone into the air with the rustle of black feathers.]

I mean... If you're going to be auctioned off, you might as well have some fun with it.

[Like it was just common knowledge, a sensible choice... that Mr. Wasn't the Best Time definitely didn't take, did he?]

Especially if it would also count for that game. That "52" so many of the guests here seem to be playing.

[She's heard enough about it. She's investigated a little, but she wouldn't begin to think she has discovered nearly enough in a matter of two days. She was good... She wasn't that good (when it didn't involve the motivation of a certain oni).]

Not curious enough, hero?