TDM 05

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【 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! ♥

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Comments

[afullmoon]

It must make for a really funny stabs off, what with their hands and now one ankle set locked together. It isn't comfortable, it's even a strain- but a good strain.

He'd been ready to go unhook and push Concord's leg out from under him when the older man made his move.

Over balanced, he had slammed his foot down and forward, making it perfect for Concord to make his move. With a breathless grunt, he went flying.

But as soon as he hit the dirt he started rolling to keep himself from getting pinned onto his back. He was quick- werewolf quick- but that may not have been enough.

[virtuesignal]

When throw, Concord feels a brief satisfaction, only for that to be cut short. The man manages to roll into a swift recovery, using the momentum as much as Concord had. Still, there's no hesitating from the unicorn on following after, not wanting to miss a window of unguarded opportunity.

But he's a horse, not a wolf. He mostly knows how to charge and to trample, which is just what he's doing, barreling towards Chika at speed to grapple him again. Chika's got a split second window to catch him with raw strength or try to get out of the way, depending on what suits his abilities and instincts best.

[afullmoon]

It was too bad that Chika couldn't make it easy for the fight. But it was fun, interesting, especially as Concord made to follow up with his attack.

Oh, he wanted to play that game? Great, fun!

Chika grinned, all wolf teeth, and his eyes glittered as he threw himself into catching Concord. If he stayed still, he'd clearly get bowled over. But he refused to let that happen. Instead, he made to grab Concord, twisting the human-shaped horse, and tried to throw them both to the ground.

It'd be enough to knock them both breathless, maybe. But now things could really get interesting.

[virtuesignal]

It is a good move by Chika, using a similar trick on Concord as he just did. His height and weight is a benefit as much as a weakness, getting twisted using his own momentum. The two will hit the dirt with a cloud of dust kicked up, much to the audiences hollering excitement. Concord fights back, hoping to recover some positioning while on the ground.

He doesn't really manage it, maybe that's his age showing. He's beneath Chika and when he cannot manage to wrangle a hold on the other man, tactics change. A wild left hook gets thrown at him, aiming for his jaw. Something to disorient him, if not blocked with a swifter motion than the unicorn can angle for.

[afullmoon]

It was a great fight, far as Chika was concerned. Twisting and tumbling on the ground, uncertain how its going to end? That was the height of the excitement.

Likely the crowd felt much the same.

Chika moves to get himself balanced and on top of Concord, and made to block the wild swing with a quick block with his forearm. It still hurt, from the indrawn breath, but it didn't stop him. The wolf was already moving to straddle and pin down his arms to the ground if he could.

Though he was careful to avoid the hair. He remembered that caveat.

[virtuesignal]

Concord is not used to losing fights. In fact, he's only ever lost one fight in his very long life. A key distinction, as he'd lost battles, as a general of the army, but never an all out war and never one-to-one fights. The stakes and scale are different here, the level of seriousness practically null, but he can't help feel a thrill of true challenge. A rarity, that. Few things are rare when you've lived a life long as Concord has.

To lose, though, that's not acceptable. He can read Chika well by now, his fighting style, his raw power and lack of form. That's where Concord perceives a weakness. He blocks a haymaker left, but will he think to guard a follow up? Concord jabs his other fist with much less strength, but far more precision. A short strike aimed just beneath Chika's jawline, that button that will knock a man out cold if hit just right and just hard enough.

Concord knows, at the rate Chika is fighting to pin him down, he won't win this if he doesn't land this final, close out hit. He'll rely on his well trained accuracy, hoping that is enough.

[afullmoon]

Chika was a brawler, pure and simple. Enthused with it, rather strong and clearly having a great time with what he was doing. Most of the time, he would end up making the other people fly away if he wasn't careful.

And that, along with his lack of technique and teaching, was how he was caught with his pants down, so to speak. He could see the other fist coming, but thought that he wouldn't have a problem with it.

Nope.

Chika, startled, went loose, and his eyes rolled back as he fell. He'd fall onto Concord if he wasn't careful. So much for thinking that he would win against this fighting expert.

[virtuesignal]

The knock out punch will do the trick and Concord will sigh in some relief. That is, before grunting to half catch the man falling on top of him. Chika is quite large, even for Concord to deal with! He hoists the man off him and to one side, laying him back gingerly. Fight is over. No beating a man while he's down.

The crowd cheer and hoot for a good fight, but with the other man knocked out disinterest quickly follows. Staff come out to collect Chika, but he's so heavy that Concord ends up helping take him back to the recovery room. Concord lays the man back on a nurses bed and the staff seem to just... leave Chika and Concord to deal with this, no longer their prerogative!

With a huff out his nose, Concord rummages around for a remedy and, given he's from a 1920's equivalent time period, finds some smelling salts. That should wake the other man up. He'll pop those open and wave them under the other man's nose... absolutely not realizing how extra sensitive to the scent a literal dog-man might be.

[afullmoon]

Chika was big and loose, making him annoying to deal with. Hard to carry, and better dealt with when he was awake when he could walk.

But he would be thankful that it was Concord was the one who carried him. Some people seemed to be a little too handsy in these parts and it was just rude!

Speaking of, Chika ended up with a rude Awakening. The smelling salts barely had to be open before he was jerking upwards, offering a retch as he turned the other way.

Coughing, he waved his hand at the smelling salts, his eyes tearing up from the smells.

"Put it away...!" He begged, still having no idea what was going on. Just hoping he wouldn't throw up.

[virtuesignal]

Huh.

That's kind of funny to see. How quick the man stirred with just the barest opening of the strong scent. Sure, the room is small and the salts are pungent, but that tells on Chika to a degree is sheer strength already hinted to Concord. He's definitely something not fully human.

"That did the job quick, I reckon," he chuckles lightly to close the smelling salts and set it back. Moving back towards Chika, handing the man a fresh water bottle provided by the nursing staff.

"You weren't out long, just a few minutes."

[afullmoon]

He was too obvious with his sense of smell and overt strength. But at least Concord didn't shove the smelling salts up his nose. Then he would have had a horrible time.

As it was, some of the water Concord offered went up his nose, making him cough further. Not exactly the picture of prowess here. But it got the smell out.

"Few minutes huh." He wheezed a little from his forced drowning.

"You got me good. Gotta say- haven't had someone who knocked me out in awhile." He offered a hand to clasp. "Great fight."

[virtuesignal]

With a nod, Concord sits himself down in a chair set beside the bed. Probably meant for some loved one to be waiting on their injured companion, but Concord will take it up in this situation. He's tired after that bout, rolling his own shoulders around casually. There's a bit of a grinding to his joints, that's just age and his withering health with the modern age back home. He'll live, he always does.

"It was well had," he agrees with respect weighing on in his tone, "I've been in that ring for days and not had a single challenge. Well, one I wasn't humoring. Couldn't hold back on you,"

Which leads him to believe,

"Are you some type of immortal? Not simply human, I can tell that much." He thinks he can, at least. He doesn't have a real concept of super-humans, just not of his time.

[afullmoon]

"Really?" That was flattering. He felt his lips twitch up in a grin, pleased with himself.

"To be fair- I couldn't hold back against you either. You were great." And he was all set to babble on more, like an excited puppy when the question came up. He pulled up short, and grimaced, rubbing his chin. Yeah, that cat was out of the bag.

"I ain't immortal." He said slowly. "I'm something known as a werewolf. That is- I'm a human and a wolf."

It was still hard to explain, and came out slowly. "I was born human, but ever since I was a teen, I've had to change between a wolf and a man. It comes with some perks." He looked up to Concord.

"What kind of immortal are you? You fae?"

[virtuesignal]

There is a solemn and confident nod to answer that really? Yes, he held up a good fight. Almost had Concord, even, the unicorn could tell he'd be overwhelmed if he couldn't land a finishing blow. Something was good at, fortunately. He listens to Chika's excited tone with some light bemusement, admiring a man who can get knocked out and react with joy for fight well had.

"Heard myths of werewolves, never met one myself," Concord answers with his own interest, brow raising at the explanation. He isn't sure if they exist back home. Immortals are always born that way, with a natural purpose in mind. Even dragons have their place, reputation set aside.

"Not fae, but I am of nature. A unicorn. This human shape is what I can turn into. For convenience sake." It's nice to have thumbs, for example. "You sound opposite of my kind. Man to beast, rather than beast to man."

[afullmoon]

That was a stroke to Chika's ego. He knew he was strong, and he loved a good brawl, but he didn't have the formal training that the immortal had. Which made the praise all the more flattering. Even if it made him all the more strange for having lost.

"I guess we are opposites." His words were thoughtful as he looked Concord over again. A unicorn...he never thought a silver fox like him and think of a unicorn.

"You don't have the impulse or need to cycle back and forth right? And you know...I haven't heard of unicorn shifters. Or unicorns in my world."

He folded his arms over his chest. "Doesn't mean they don't exist."

[virtuesignal]

"No impulse, no," Concord replies, scratching at his beard with his already healed up hands. They had been bruised and bloodied not long ago, but such things don't last on him. Already, it's like nothing at all happened, even Chika's solid hits wouldn't linger as damage. A shame he can't use that rapid healing on anybody else... something that had definitely been tried. Unicorn tears? Nothing special. His blood? A universal donor to man and animal, but that's as healing as it got.

Concord jokes,

"We're rare beasts, it's kind of our thing,"

[afullmoon]

Chika would not be surprised if he had some beautiful bruises forming rapidly. He didn't know if there was a moon cycle here either, and if he was stuck healing the normal human way. If he did, so be it. He'd just...have to learn to be cautious.

Chika laughed, though it was more quiet then usual. Mostly because they were in the hospital wing, more or less.

"Yeah, that's kinda the point ain't it. Unicorns being rare and all."

He shrugged, smiling, and felt over his own swelling knuckles.

"Werewolves- I guess they're the most common. But they're still pretty minor compared to the human race and all that. But...yeah. Guess we have some stuff in common."

But not everything. It made him weary as go how much he should say.

[virtuesignal]

"In my world, we make a distinction between those born immortal and those mortal," he explains, offering the information without much thought to holding back. That was Ali's thing. Concord not able to hide given his appearance and general demeanor. Nobody would buy he was just a normal guy, not a chance.

He's surprised so many people don't clock him until he admits to being what he is in the hotel. Goes to show how many absolute oddities are pulled into this place.

"Have you any Dragons back home-? Sphinx?"

[afullmoon]

"That makes sense." He agreed. The contrast between immortal and other was something. And maybe there were immortals in his world. Well...there were vampires and elves. But the latter was supposedly terrifying.

"Shifters are different. We were mostly underground but- there was an event that forced us out in the open. There's dragons, and dragon shifters. Sphinx..."

He considered. "Yeah? But artifical ones."

[virtuesignal]

"I wouldn't mean to force you into admitting what you are around here," Concord offers, because he would extend such respect to anybody, though Ali influences his opinions on the matter to that of fond understanding, "if you wish for me to keep quiet on the matter, your secret is safe with me."

He's an honest man, but he takes what people might confide in him very seriously. Honesty is not always a virtue. He'd chose to be loyal any day.

[afullmoon]

That is a relief. Chika can feel himself relaxing and he closes his eyes, exhaling a slow breath.

"I'd appreciate it." His words were slow. Grateful to the point where he almost felt pathetic.

"It's not that I'm ashamed or nothin. Just...humans can be awful."

[virtuesignal]

"There are many different beings here. I would not worry so much, but... take it in your own stride," Concord says with seriousness and empathy, balancing the two with casual ease. Humans have largely treated him well, given the respect unicorns hold in his realm, but not always. He's been taken for granted, seen as a stepping stone, or a tool, or beast of burden. Something to be used, rather than someone.

And he was the lucky on. Ali was a dragon, which humans saw far less favorably. He did not have the luxury to share what he was so freely as Concord did.

"If anybody gives you trouble, call on me. We'll rough 'em up." Now that would make for a dangerous duo.

[afullmoon]

"Oh, I bet. We're just the spice that makes the vanilla human encounters extra nice."

His voice was a mix of glum and bitter. If people knew he was a werewolf...would he be shamed for it? Or would he be asked to play the part in some sort of weird fetish or game? He didn't know. It made him nervous nonetheless.

But having a unicorn on his side made him feel a lot better. His smile was almost shy, but it was genuine.

"Thank you. Truly- I mean it. Bottom of my heart. You can call on me anytime for backup."

Dangerous duo indeed.