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TDM 05

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

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

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

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

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

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

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

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

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[OOC: hello I'm late but happy to be finally kicking these two off hehe]

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

Only to be told that some people like easy victories.

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

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

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

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

So long as he can stay away from the fire too, this is a great plan-]

[ooc: hey hey! me too, guh! think july was shit for many of us.]

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

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

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

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

[But even yelling that, another explosion wipes two arrows out, with Bakugo taking a place between the general audience and the other low rank.]

[Charlie's 'savior' looks at him with unbridled fury, and he can't even appreciate the sight. The backdrop of sudden, bright fire billowing much larger than the initial flickers he'd witnessed sends a visceral jolt of genuine fear through his body.

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

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

But while his voice quickly regained its confidence, his body hasn't quite caught up. As Bakugo moves, Charlie flinches back, wincing away from the potential of flames. The threat of a wayward arrow pales in comparison to the threat of fire. He tries to disguise it, gesturing widely at an arrow that is clearly meant for someone else.] Got any other tricks!?

[Gasps and chatter rush through the audience like a oscillating wave, some bitching about such impudence, others impressed with the show of power, and more just shocked something blew up in the field. Bastards. He hopes at least a few of them had a heart attack and died from the surprise! ~~Not really died but, you know, shut up.~~ Amid billowing smoke, Bakugo and Charlie have a few moments to avoid getting shot at. Hopefully. Some people like blind shooting.]

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

Keeping in front of the other guy at least makes it so Bakugo's explosions are on the "other side" of his body, blocking him from both arrows and the intensity of the blasts.] This place didn't bring my costume or support gear with me. I'll keep blowing these things up until they get fucking tired of missing!

[One boy's body is a better buffer than nothing, but Charlie still takes a step back from his protector with that declaration. While the guy's demeanor hasn't gotten any less bristled, Bakugo has more or less respected Charlie's demands.

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

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

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

[Don't you dare think he's beneath shoving your lanky ass in the way of an arrow! They don't kill, so he has no reason to be concerned about Charlie's safety. Even if he's mostly protecting him as a middle finger to the people wanting to shoot them.

Another massive explosion sends smoke pluming into the air, billowing around from the burning sand below their feet. It gives them a few seconds to back off and get some distance. Any arrow that comes from the smoke will be a lot easier or Bakugo to react to, considering the inky trail.]

Who the fuck's gonna continue to play a game you can't win?

[These top rank idiots are supposed to be royalty here. Stuck up and successful no matter what their actual skill is. If they keep missing, they're going to look like fools. And Bakugo's obviously not "obeying" the rules of the game either.

Wait-]

WHAT THE FUCK?! You want me to protect you and now you want me to take a hit for you?! Fuck off! I'll blast you into the stands myself!

[Poor choice of words, man.]

[Faced with such outrage, Charlie takes a step forward. Maybe not the best plan for a guy who is incredibly flammable, but the purity of this anger is just so enticing-]

I'm tellin you that the best way to protect me AND to get out of this situation is to get shot, yeah! [He doesn't actually believe in his plan quite so ardently, but it'd serve him well, so he sticks with it.] Or are you sayin you got a better plan? You wanna burn shit until those guys give up!?

Throwin me's not gonna-

[Thud.

A plume of green billows around Charlie, the color starkly splattered on his white shirt.]

Oh, fuckin' wonderful! That is YOUR fault! [The undead don't breathe, but Charlie's nostrils flare as the powder tickles the back of his throat. He coughs, elbow jerking upwards to cover his mouth.]

C'mere. [The demand is quieter this time, muffled by his sleeve, but no less impudent.]

[Poor choice of actions too. Getting even closer to Bakugo just means the blonde can snap his hand up and fist Charlie's shirt. Or whatever the fuck he's got going on his upper half. The blonde's been stuck in the same open button down shirt and tight black distressed jeans the entire time. Like a sexy bad boy out of school. Fucking perverts. Still gonna grab and yank like a bully!]

What kind of shit plan is that?! I know how to get OUT of this crap! But I'm not giving those fuckers the satisfaction of winning! [Of course he knows getting hit means "you're dead" or whatever and it's off to the bunkers under the arena. But that requires LOSING and he's not about to do that for these assholes.] Damn right I do! I'll make them so-

[A cloud of green dust spurts upward and Bakugo jerks backwards, slinging his arm to the side and arching his chest to avoid getting in the path of anything following. Shit, the smoke cloud's almost gone. Did these assholes really think he stopped paying attention? (Yeah, he kind of did.) Bakugo's hand sparks up again before a raging sweep of blasts rakes across the air in front of him, tearing up another crescent of smoke.]

MY FAULT?! You're the one who stopped moving! [Bakugo slings his hand up, an explosion knocking another arrow out of the air. Now he's even more pissed Charlie distracted him from protecting the bastard! WHICH HE ASKED HIM TO DO!! Why the hell would you argue with your shield to the detriment of his work!? This guy's a fucking moron.]

Touch me and you're dead. [Hell no he's not gonna "c'mere", dumbass. Even though he's still standing in front of him.]

[In palette, they're similarly dressed. Charlie's now green-splattered shirt was once a white button down fastened to the collar. Tucked into a pair of black slacks, he'd looked as much a casual businessman as Bakugo does a rebel.

A bully himself, Charlie recognizes the vitriol behind the way he's jostled - it'd normally make him smile in irrepressible satisfaction, but this situation has gotten out of hand.

He'll remember the feeling, though, to seek out again later.

Now, he ducks his eyes behind the crook of his elbow to avoid the sight of Bakugo's next explosion. The others have all been sputtered with at least plausible purpose, but this one looks like a temper tantrum.

Which only makes Charlie want him more. Want him how? He hasn't thought that far, all he knows is this is the tell-tale beginning of a true power struggle.] Of course I stopped moving, you GRABBED ME!

What kind of guy protects someone by usin 'em as a shield, huh!? You owe me - get over here!! [Fast, Charlie is not, but he is deft. He closes the distance with a long stride and reaches for the boy's wrist - if he manages to grab it, the grip is uncannily strong.]

[It's chalk. It'll wash out the moment he gets under the shower spray. Even though Bakugo's tempted to see just how much of it he can get out with a damn explosion to the chest! At the very least they're not running around in chain briefs or fur strips! Some people in the stands apparently think less is more when it comes to revealing. Or they have a businessman kink.

Gross.

But shaking Charlie around has to wait. These bastards in the stands are starting to fire again, ready to try and pick them off whenever the smoke begins to clear. As tempting as it is to pitch this dumbass their way, he's already been struck. Not the ideal target all of a sudden...

LIKE HELL HE HAS TEMPER TANTRUMS!! THAT WAS A TACTICAL EXPLOSION SWEEP TO PUT ANOTHER SMOKESCREEN UP! ~~Plus attitude problem.~~ No point in checking on Charlie, since these arrows aren't meant to kill. The guy's fine.]

THAT'S CAUSE YOU KEEP PISSING ME OFF!! [You want him to kill your ass from several feet away?! Because he can do that! And he's not grabbing him now, focusing instead on maintaining the cloud in front of them and dodging wayward arrows.]

YOU WANNA SEE ME USE YOU AS A SHIELD?! [He didn't do it intentionally the first time! Swinging one arm back, he charges up another blast. This one's going to rip the entire ground up in front of them. Enough of this crap. He'll make a damn fortress out of the floor itse-]

What the-?! [Charlie just grabbed his arm.] Let go! You wanna die?!

[This boy is catastrophically easy to piss off - Charlie's stomach churns when he feels his grip make true purchase on Bakugo's wrist. He'd be fucking delicious, but hunger and self-preservation are motivators in equal measure.

If he bites this guy, he's going to get a face full of fire.

It'll have to wait.]

No, I want YOU to stay with ME! You fucked up protecting me but you can at least give me come consolation, right!?

[Even as Charlie demands, it doesn't feel like enough. His eyes dart to the boy's palm and he grimaces.] You need this. I know you do.

Let me on your back, that'll be easier. [And, you know, way more physical touch than a little wrist grab. He releases his grasp and plants his hands on the other's shoulders, making to circle around Bakugo like he'd already agreed to the arrangement.]

[Are you trying to praise him or disparage him? Whatever it is, this bastard's not letting go! He can't use his Quirk as easily if someone's grabbing onto his wrist like that, dammit! He pulls at his arm, trying to tug it out of Charlie's grip.

Standing here like some goddamn tank isn't in his intent for this battle! Moving, countering, dodging, he needs his maneuverability to take on the arrows coming at them!]

HOW THE HELL WAS THAT MY FAULT?! [Yet he's still here, not yet throwing Charlie to the arrows as threatened. Bakugo grits his teeth as those demands about "consolation" nag at his mind. Shit, even if he wants to, abandoning this bastard isn't in his nature. He's already been hit. Doesn't that make him "out" or something?]

Haa?! [He's already figured out Bakugo's Quirk comes from his hands; it doesn't take an idiot to realize it. At least he's recognizing it. Shit... Giving this bastard a piggyback ride instead is a horrible idea, but ironically the best in the situation.

Bakugo snarls as Charlie starts maneuvering around him, but doesn't try to stop him. Rather, he's bending his knees slightly to give the guy an easier access to get on.] Hurry up, you shit! You wanna get shot again?

[Yes to both - as usual for Charlie. Complaining is a love language!

Everything Charlie says is met with vitriolic rejection. Getting anywhere with this guy could feel hopeless, but Bakugo is his favorite kind of asshole. He raises his eyebrows and stares, accusatory, when the guy asks how the hell this all was his fault-

As if the answer is obvious.

But it'll be easier to argue when they're not playing slap-hands as sitting targets. Charlie climbs onto Bakugo's back gracelessly. His arms wrap around the boy's neck, putting all of his weight on firm shoulders to wrap his legs around his waist. Much like his grip on his wrist, Charlie's hold is firm - more so than a guy of his stature should possess.

What he also possesses is basic foresight. Now that he's latched on, the fire is going to resume. Charlie tucks his head into the crook of Bakugo's neck, cold skin and hair thick with product smashed into warm, sweaty skin. He can't watch more explosions, he'll end up detaching and scrambling away.]

I'm on! Don't you fuckin dare let me get shot again. If you fuck up again, it's your turn! [Demands all muffled by yelling into the guy's neck.]

[Try complaining with a chunk of arena floor in your damn mouth!]

Stop looking at me like that! [This wasn't his damn fault! Charlie never had to come slinking over here trying to hide behind him! He accepted the risks the second he tried to use someone else as a damn shield! Bakugo had no intention of making it so other people in the arena weren't going to get hit. As awesome as that would be, he's not insane. That would require all the targets to work as a cohesive unit and be given time to coordinate. Not something that'll happen amid a hail of arrows.]

WATCH YOUR FOOT! [Don't step on his knee! And stop throttling his throat like a fucking horse harness! Bakugo grabs at Charlie's forearm and forcibly yanks-then-tucks it to make sure it's fitted more at his collarbone than crushing his windpipe. Those legs around his waist are just going to have to keep themselves situated without slamming his heels into his thighs.

Shit, this guy has a tight hold for some unknown reason. Maybe he's used to jumping on people's backs. He looks creepy enough. Gross. Once Charlie is secure, Bakugo positions his arms behind him, on either side of the man's hips, and detonates explosions from both hands. The sudden propulsion rushes them out of the smoke cloud and into the air again. The noise, jolt, heat, and light aren't going away any time soon. Arrows whiz by and he ducks, twists, flips, arches, contorting his body and limbs to make sure the projectiles miss both of them. It's a high-flying acrobatic pinball machine as the blonde carries them across the arena.

How many passes does he have to do before the damn audience is satisfied they're NOT going to hit him?!] Weren't you supposed to be OUT once you got hit, you damn koala?!

[Met with Bakugo's yanking, Charlie's arm tenses - nearly truly choking the boy for a moment before he realizes what he's trying to do. Reposition, not explode... tension fades only in small measure as Charlie adjusts as guided, his fingers coiling in Bakugo's shirt.

Dress shoes may not be the most comfortable with their rigid heels digging into Bakugo's hips, but unless he's physically redirected again, Charlie keeps his feet tangled where they are.

Not great for Bakugo's mobility, but he's not falling off!

Hell, he needs the uncanny grip to stay on with how Bakugo is flinging them both around. Were it not for the heat of the fire bursting behind him, he might notice how often they're upside down or changing direction - as he is, still tucked close, Charlie only registers that they're in motion.

And, of course, he can hear Bakugo's argument. Thanks for being loud, he loves to bicker!] I don't know where OUT is! And now you're stuck with me, because I can't go anywhere by myself! [Why is that? It doesn't occur to him to reflect... maybe his bad sense of direction? ~~Dude it's the powder.~~]

Gah! [Shit, he's really going to throttle him at this point! Bakugo grabs at the guy's arm and hauls on it, tugging the bony line away from his neck for a second. At least Charlie gets the picture and adjusts with the blonde's guidance. He was close to getting an elbow in the gut if he kept that up.

It's fine if he wants to grab his shirt, though the thin material's probably not going to offer that much anchoring. He'll have to deal with the heels of Charlie's shoes driving into his hips and thighs alternatively as he keeps cinching for support amid the explosion-powered flight. Bakugo has to keep a more distanced approach from the area where the archers are most packed.

Ducking and dodging, occasionally landing on the ground behind a smokescreen, Bakugo refuses to let either of them get struck. It ticks him off how the man's comment continues to play in his ear. Get shot and all of this stops. Or not, since Charlie's still in the damn field.]

OUT means leaving the fucking field! I don't care where that is! Go to the damn edge where you came in! [Though some people just got tossed in here without knowing where the entrance was. Bakugo slams another explosion down and bounds away from three arrows before taking to the sky again.]

You want me out, then take me there! [A simple demand, though one with fairly obvious risk. If the boy steps too far out-of-bounds, the House might retaliate against him for trying to leave the game.]

Unless you're worried about breakin' the rules. But if you don't want to get punished, you can still just GET SHOT! [With the commotion around them, Charlie's voice is likely to slip in and out of audible range. Clipped words, made more incomprehensible by the way he's brushing his lips against Bakugo's neck while he talks.

He rests his cheek in the crook of Bakugo's shoulder, not relaxed but firmly nestled.

Will he really let go if he's brought of bounds? Charlie isn't sure himself, but he does know that whatever this guy's suit or an arrow strike brings can't be as explosive as what he's dealing with right now. With an urgent shift of the hips, Charlie kicks clumsily at the boy's thigh. Go!]

[It's a simple demand and it's risky and yet Bakugo skids to a stop on the ground in a scraping of shoes across grass, head turning to scan the arena and find the boundaries of the field. If he'll get in trouble for attempting to leave the arena, that strangely doesn't seem to be weighing on his mind right now.

His shoulders tense and the muscles in his neck flex as he bristles under the comment about breaking rules, punishment, and taking a damn hit. Arrows fire from the archer box again and he pulls his arm back. Sparks crackle furiously around his charging hand and he swings a huge swath of explosions in front of him again, wiping the arrows out of the air amid a fury of light, smoke, and heat.

Did this bastard just kick his heels in like he's spurring a horse?! YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!!

Bakugo blitzes forward in a dash, half jumping with his legs, half powered by explosions to bound across the field in a zigzag with an obvious goal: the sidelines.] I'm not breaking any fucking rules, you cowardly prick! And I'm not getting a damn punishment! [There! The perimeter! Another explosion propels them forward, and he reaches back to crush his hand into Charlie's shirt behind his neck. Muscles in his shoulder and arm tense, ready to rip the man clean off his back for a vindictive throw out of bounds!] If you wanna be out so bad, then get the hell out of my-!!

[*thock!*]

Ngh!? [Impact. Right on the back of his shoulder, now that it's slightly arched above Charlie's own. Blue chalk paffs against his skin, a tiny cloud of dusk blooming around the mark. Wha-?! How the fuck-?! He was focused on dodging!! He paid attention to his surroundings!! HE WOULD'VE AVOIDED THAT!! ... But for some reason, he can't drag that intent back to memory over the past minute. Charlie's voice was what he remembered instead. Take me there... break the rules... get punished... get shot. Why the hell is he remembering that instead?!

Bakugo hits the ground in a roll, the hand that had been grabbing Charlie's shirt instinctively cupping around the back of the man's head, protecting it as they pitch along the ground, Bakugo's shoulder and side taking the brunt of the impact.]

[This bastard kicked his heels like he's spurring a horse, and you went, Bakugo. He'll certainly remember that the guy can be motivated if treated a bit like a work animal... but planning for the future is far from Charlie's mind as the pair rushes forward again. The scent of smoke catches in his throat and he coughs, clinging tighter as stale air constricts in inert lungs.

He hasn't breathed in days!

The hacking replaces any further argument about how dodging and blasting arrows is absolutely breaking the rules!!

When Bakugo's hand crashes into his back, Charlie's grip only tightens. His shirt's more likely to rip than his body is to become dislodged, but they're spared the pasty sight of his back with a thock.

It's disorienting. Charlie's still not used to flinging around the land and skies with this guy, but the sensation of rolling along the ground cradled is a new unfamiliar.

One he prefers.

Once they skid to a stop, he tentatively relaxes his grip. Not to depart the battlefield like he'd been shouting for, but to shift to the boy's side rather than his back. Chin now nestled against shoulder, Charlie splays an arm across Bakugo's chest and wraps their closest ankles together.]

You... Guess we're both out now, huh? [Nothing left to do but cuddle, apparently?]

[He's lucky he didn't blow his damn feet off at this rate! THAT'S THE WRONG FUCKING THING TO LEARN RIGHT NOW, YOU GODDAM LEECH! Bakugo's not thinking much about that right now, too wrapped up in the fight to dodge the arrows and continue to be a pain in the ass for those high ranks who thought he'd be a good target to go after. Screw the rules saying he can't fight back!

Charlie wanted to hitch a ride so he can deal with the heat, smoke, and noise made by Bakugo's explosions. If he's going to hack up a damn lung, at least face to the side and spit it out onto the ground rather than on the back of his neck, dammit!

But all of that fighting comes to a crashing halt when the arrow lands it mark. Less the impact and more the shock that sends the blonde twisting and hitting the ground. Charlie's shirt's spared the rip from Bakugo's hand, but who knows how it holds up to the skidding drag across the arena floor. At least the hero's able to keep the other man's head from enduring any blunt trauma.

As the impact comes to a stop, Bakugo pushes himself up, snarling against the slight ache on his skin where the arrow hit. Just because it's a chalk head doesn't mean the shaft itself isn't solid wood. He glares at the wooden line dropping from his upper back, twisting onto one knee. Only to find Charlie melting off his back and spilling onto his side instead. ]

What the hell?! Get off me, you damn koala!! [He's wrapping him up again! Bakugo struggles to his feet, fully intending to drag Charlie off with him if he has to. He doesn't know what this chalk does, but he knows some others acted strange after getting hit by it. So fuck staying on the field to get struck with more!

As he said, they're both out.]

[And here Charlie thought they'd just lay on the field, nestled in trodden grass, a light cloud of smoke, and the competition continuing outside of their care. It sounded like a nice conclusion to him, but Bakugo obviously doesn't agree.

He feels the boy's muscles tense and shift quickly enough to adjust. They stand together, Charlie using Bakugo's shoulders as an anchor to rise to his feet. Of course, his hands don't fall away once they've both found their footing.] Eh, didn't you want to make it out of bounds?

[As if touch is required for this result. Charlie moves closer; he slides his hand across one shoulder to the other, tucking Bakugo against himself. They're close to the line, but Charlie walks towards it as if his companion needs the guidance.] Here, we'll get out together!

[Enforced by an iron grip.]

[Hell no! They're prime targets for being shot! The bell hasn't gone off to stop the flurry of arrows and Charlie can bet his pasty ass people who haven't managed to shoot Bakugo are definitely attempting to capitalize on the jumpy target being brought down! If they're both down, then they can get the fuck out of here! He's already climbing to his feet.

Shaking Charlie off is apparently NOT as easy. Bakugo snarls when the guy points out the obvious and he stalks towards the perimeter, half attempting to keep the prying going, half focusing on getting free of the arena itself. Charlie's at least helping with the walking, so long as their legs don't get all tangled. An arrow whizzes by, barely missing them, and he slams an explosion behind them to rocket both himself and Charlie out of bounds.

That damn iron grip isn't letting go and his body is starting to heat up from the activity and... something else. Shit. He lands on his feet outside the perimeter, dodging another arrow and pulling Charlie out of the way of a second.] We're out, dammit! Are you gonna cling to me all day?

[Apparently. Can they at least stagger walk down to the locker rooms again? Charlie's clinging touches are starting to elicit more responses, like a growl, a flexing muscle, or a slight grunt of breath.]

[Hobbling off of the field, Charlie hadn't expected more arrows volleyed their way. He catches sight of the incoming projectile with enough time to recognize, but not react - the sudden pop of fireburst behind him propels them both to safety but does nothing to soothe his nerves.

He'd almost rather get hit again.

Firmly out of bounds with his grip bruising tight on Bakugo's shoulder, Charlie begins a complaint of his own,] You know you don't need to do- [Yanked out of another arrow's trajectory, his voice cracks with a graceless yell.]

I'm gonna cling to you until we're not gettin' fucking SHOT AT anymore! [This isn't a promise, it's an excuse to hold on longer. His hand flexes against Bakugo's shoulder, releasing its grasp to descend the boy's back and curl in fabric at the base of his shoulder blade.]

Wanna go inside? [A pretty damn demanding question, Charlie gestures towards the locker rooms impatiently.

The way Bakugo's body has begun to twinge beneath his touch hasn't escaped his notice. He's reacting to him, not the field hazards. Charlie's free hand splays fingers and palm over the base of his neck, rubbing a small circle into either side. An acute massage for sore muscles... or a ploy to see what else he can elicit from the boy's body.]

[Some people just don't know when to give up until the targets are completely out of bounds and illegal. Like beating someone up at the end of a match when they're obviously defeated. Bakugo's not about to give those bastards the satisfaction of kicking him while he's down. If it means Charlie gets another blast from behind, too fucking bad for him.]

I'm getting us out of the fucking field now, you idiot! [If he's not going to somehow help with that, shut the fuck up and let him do his work! That damn grip on his shoulder isn't helping matters either, almost bruising despite the strength of his muscle there.

Bakugo quickly ducks them down to avoid a few more and then heads towards the depression in the ground that ultimately drops them into the underground bunker that serves as the locker rooms. Other people are already there, some cleaning up, some preparing to go out, some dealing with the affects of the chalk... great.

At least Charlie's not crushing his shoulder anymore. Just trying to rip his shirt apart. And his slowly-clouding brain isn't exactly against that. Bakugo growls when the other man cups at his nape, rubbing his skin and sending a rush of sensation curling down the blonde's spine. Fuck... it feels good. His neck, shoulders, arms, and upper back are pretty good areas to massage him, considering those areas take the brunt of his Quirk's recoil.]

I'm gonna dump you in a fucking shower...

[Some people are above the concept of illegal. The royal and wild cards can enjoy their pawns however they wish - rules are for the thrill of the game, not to impede the powerful. To Charlie, the world is always like this, he doesn't have any illusion that the guy behind the proverbial gun is going to play fair.

The guy with the fire-hands, though?

He seems pretty earnest.

With a groan of protest, Charlie rises from the floor of the locker room. His 'hero' could have been more gentle! The complaint remains a silent one only because there are people to see down here; he scans the room with voyeuristic interest. Bakugo's shirt matches the stain across the chest of a guy getting plowed a few benches down.

Huh.]

No, no, don't do that. You just helped me! Let me help you too, eh? [Charlie's massage continues, widening from the small spot at the base of Bakugo's neck to weave fingers into his hair and rub the scalp.] It'll help you wind down... [The massage. And whatever else. Just so long as he can keep his hands on him.]

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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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