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TDM 06
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】
HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
OOC NOTES
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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.
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▶ 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!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!
▶ 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.
▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
Sylvain Gautier | FE3H | 7♦️ | Current
+ A. Watch Your Step (tentacle monsters, ghosts)
[ Sylvain's never been a fan of ghosts. Not that he was a superstitious sort - he wasn't, at all, even though Faerghus was a country rife with tall tales of all flavors. But something about the dead still moving about, watching and wailing from the shadows, all of it gave him the creeps. He didn't want to have to think about the possibility of still being stuck here after death - not that he was really sure he believed in alternate destinations, either. That was all far too philosophical for him and he had way too many other things to obsess over, thanks.
He'd had more than one encounter with the lonely ghost in the halls now, and despite the fact that he'd been okay to roll with most things presented to him here in the resort, kissing that mouth? Was not going to be one of them. Which the lonely ghost seems to have taken personally (because of course) and now made a point of hunting Sylvain down anytime he had to pass through or traverse what they saw as "their" territory.
Which meant Sylvain was taking a lot of meandering detours and occasionally getting lost in his efforts to avoid a literal face-sucking. Unfortunately that ended up herding him into a far different sort of corridor, one that was slick and damp and dripping and he doesn't get very far into it when tentacles dart out of the shadows from above, wrapping around his limbs and torso and yanking him off his feet to dangle in the air. His yelp is loud and startled, likely heard in nearby corridors, should anyone be wandering nearby. And he's at a distinct disadvantage from the start, considering the monster above is quick and determined, pinning his limbs and rendering him immobile in a matter of a moments.
Perhaps you're one to wander by during this ordeal - to help, in whatever way you deem most appropriate, or perhaps lured into the same trap. Or perhaps you're there in the aftermath when the House decides to have it's own little fun and Sylvain is pushed out of his own exhausted body to wander these halls as a ghost himself. Something he likes a little better than being chased by one, at least. And since he seems to be stuck like this for the moment - at least until the tentacle monster releases his body - he might as well have a little fun with it, right?
So his ghostly self will be wandering the halls, looking for familiar faces and unsuspecting strangers alike. Always one for a bit of playful mischief, he might lurk in the vicinity of his target, popping out to surprise at an opportune moment, or perhaps haunting objects nearby. He'll reveal himself if caught, of course, but until then, he probably has a little too much fun adding to the spooky atmosphere of the resort at present. ]
+ B. Going Bump in the Night (monster transformations, monster hunting)
[ It was almost impossible to avoid the main lobby on a good day, but Sylvain finds himself drawn back more than once by the bright serenity of the full moon there, caught up in a kind of dazed rapture by it, despite the itch it stirs under his skin. He manages to drag himself away each time, but he does find his feet guiding him there more often then not to gaze up at it. Even if it's not real (he thinks? there's no real sky, so it can't be. right?), its still mesmerizing in its own way, and there's no harm in a bit of moongazing, right?
At least, there isn't, until the effects of the moon kick in, and his time under that gentle moonlight starts to take effect. It seems to go in waves, and none of them the same. There might be a monster transformation taking hold for a while - his body seems to cycle through several of them, he realizes, as time passes. A werewolf, huge and hulking and covered in thick reddish-brown fur. A dragon, scales as red as his hair and warmed by his affinity for fire, though he wanders about on two legs instead of four - a scattering of bright red scales still give him away, as do the serpentine golden eyes that are ever-watchful of those around him, assessing his prey. A fox shifter, halfway caught between man and beast with vibrant red fur and a full tail and ears atop his head, quick and clever and graceful. A demon, perhaps an incubus or succubus version of the creature, hungry and hunting for its next meal, luring unsuspecting targets in with their own desires turned against them.
When he's not held in the sway of the moonlight, caught up in the feral nature of one of the monsters, he's hunting other monsters down, doing his best to capture or herd them towards the Vale. He knows just how dangerous some of them can be - is one of them for some of the time, after all. And while he tries to get himself to the Vale anytime he feels that itch under his skin pick up once more, he's not always successful. Assuming it might be the same for many of the others, he lends a hand to try and keep the resort as safe as possible right now. And hey, he happens to make great bait when needed, even if he's not nearly so easy to catch as some monsters might assume. But if he can lure them into a false sense of superiority? He knows how to use that against them, too. ]
+ C. Take a Bite (vampires)
[ He's no stranger to the Smoked Egg, having visited the Lounge now on many occasions - especially because it's the portal down to the Naked Yolk, but also just for the relaxation of the place itself. He should have known there would be predators lurking here, as well. The change in appearance is enough of a surprise upon stepping in, but the smoke - and what lurks within it - are sure to snare his senses in quick order.
Rarely one to resist invitations to hedonism and pleasure, Sylvain won't take much coaxing to join in the fun - even without the extra "help" of the smoke affecting him. And there's little fear of vampires in him anyway, not after his previous encounters with both Reign and Midnight in his time here. And should one seek to "Sire" him, he might be open to the idea, with a little coaxing.
And if he does, he takes to the nature of being a vampire easily and swiftly. Slipping into the role of charming and confident predator isn't exactly an unfamiliar one to him, and he'll more than happily turn those charms on unsuspecting prey who wander into the lounge, or perhaps just too close to his general vicinity. He knows exactly how thrilling it can be to flirt with danger. ]
+ D. Wildcard and Other Options
take a bite
As he meanders around, the vampire spots a familiar red head. He practically glides towards the bar, slotting himself comfortably beside Sylvain as he links their arms and grins up at him. ]
Master~ What are you doing here? Did you get turned into a vampire? Is that why you're ordering a blood cocktail? Careful though, some aren't mere namesake and does contain blood itself. [ Just in case Sylvain still remains a human. ]
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Still, he turns at the sound of Reign’s voice with a grin, bringing his drink with him. ]
I didn’t, no. But I was tired of hunting monsters - or being hunted for that matter - and I thought this would be a good place to hide.
[ This is definitely a very different sort of hunting ground but oddly enough, one he feels more comfortable in. ]
What about you?
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At least his Master appears to be in a good mood, judging by the grin. No fangs, just as Sylvain confirm with his words. ] Here? In a place full of vampires? I'll need to watch over my Master less some unscrupulous vampire decides to sink their fangs into you. [ Is that a hint of possessiveness? Maaaaaaaaaaaybe. No one gets to feed on Sylvain except him. Hmph. Not that he's going to stop Sylvain if the redhead decides to partake in the ritual with another vampire... ]
Me? [ There's a long weary sigh. ] Being hunted. Twice. Even after I managed to escape, and despite telling them that I'm not transformed. [ He tilts his head at Sylvain, wry smile on his lips. ] I wouldn't have minded being hunted by you. What did you turn into?
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Gonna protect me from all the other predators, are you?
[ But at the news that Reign had been hunted, just for being himself, has Sylvain frowning, hands winding around his waist possessively. ] Idiots. I would have known better, first of all. If I were hunting you, it would have been for far different ends.
[ As for the question about his transformation, though, he rolls his eyes in amused exasperation. ] Let's just say I had fur and fangs that made yours look dainty. Oh, and a very strong desire to howl at the moon.
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[ He's outright pouting, being quite clingy as well, though seeing the look on Sylvain's face has his expression softening. ] Don't worry. I managed to escape, didn't I? But for you, Master, I'm not going to make it easy for you either. [ This might as well be an invitation for Sylvain to hunt him later, judging by the cheeky grin Reign has on now. ]
Oh! A werewolf! [ His excited exclamation draws the ire of a few vampires, displeased at the mention of it. For what reason, he hasn't an idea. It's as if vampires and werewolves have some sort of animosity in another world. Regardless, the grin remains on Reign's face as he reaches his hands up to lightly ruffle Sylvain's hair. ] Awww~ I missed getting to touch Master's wolf ears.
B fox teasing a fox?
Eventually, Seimei has to resort to his own tricks, revealing more of his magic to keep the other monsters busy. Fighting fire with fire, so to speak, even if he feels awkward about it. He's even more surprised when he turns a corner and sees a familiar redhead with unfamiliar new features. He should probably be more alarmed, but there's something attractive about Sylvain's new look that he can't quite brush off. ]
Ah, Sylvain. You shouldn't be- [ Out? They aren't outside. The moon has somehow made its way inside, if anything. ] Are you all right? You look different.
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No, tonight, the features he’s sporting look far more familiar to Seimei - thick red tail with a pale white tip, black-tipped ears atop his head. Oddly the red of his hair seems to match his fur, and there are markings across his cheeks. His eyes gleam golden, reflecting the light and while the rest of his face looks mostly human, there are tiny fangs that peek out between his lips, and black-tipped claws at the end of his fingers.
He pauses at the sound of his name, spinning about and catching sight of Seimei approaching. His gaze narrows speculatively for a moment before he gives the other man a sharp grin. ]
I do. Like it?
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Ah, the drawbacks of his own decisions. ]
I always like you in every form, Sylvain. But yes, I think that fangs suit you. If I were home, I might try to catch you and keep you as a shikigami.
[ Collared and tamed, even if that was never how his previous relationships worked. All of the powerful kami he had employed before were opinionated and set their own rules. But he doesn't have to tell Sylvain that... ]
take a bite;
He's wearing black tonight, instead of his usual white — a black shirt with arm garters and sleeves rolled to the elbow, paired with black trousers and boots with a black silk vest over. It makes the rest of him stand out rather dramatically — the ice-blond hair, the pale skin, the gleaming fangs.
He doesn't call out to try to draw in his entertainment. He simply waits, and lets one of two things happen: either for Sylvain to spot him first — and notice the silent invitation in his unwavering gaze — or to grow impatient enough that he flags down one of the passing help and sends them over to deliver his invitation by proxy.]
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He’s already at the bar and ordering himself a drink when he feels eyes on him. Not that that’s odd - he actually feels a lot of eyes on him right now, but this one in particular seems intent enough that it’s like a tease against the edge of his awareness. His drink is slid across the bar - thankfully lacking any blood content - even as he turns to let his amber gaze peruse the room.
Ahh, there’s the source, he realizes, catching sight of Rufus lounging in a quiet booth like some indolent sort of god. Or a mafia boss, if Sylvain had any idea what that was. His lips quirk in amusement as he catches and holds that gaze.
And then deliberately lifts his glass to take a sip, hiding his smirk behind his glass as he does so. Arching an eyebrow that seems to ask an insolent what of the man watching him so expectantly. ]
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Because what Rufus can see from his vantage, and Sylvain yet can't from his angle, is that another partygoer is making his way over toward the bar, lips and teeth red with blood, eyes glittering with interest. The slight rise of Rufus's eyebrows seems to pass a cautionary warning — incoming, of sorts — before the incline of his head indicates the empty space next to him at his own table.
The implication, then, is subtle but clear: there's protection from unasked-for attention, if he wants it.
And if, maybe, he's willing to play along to get it.]
C.
He's in the Smoked Egg merely out of convenience. He doesn't enjoy this place, never cared for it. His only experiences had been walking through it to get to the Naked Yolk. He watches with disinterest at all the debauchery around him, his attention settled on any humans that had ended up there. He's looking for familiar faces mostly, so when Sylvain shows up, his eyes are already trained on the man. He watches carefully, eyeing the way that other vampires seem to have their eyes on him. It burns something awful in his chest; makes him gnash his teeth. Something dark grabs at his psyche and he finds that he can't stand the idea of anyone else touching him.
So when a vampire tries to get into Sylvain's space, Wriothesley gets up from where he's seated. He closes in, his voice icy.] You better scram somewhere else. He's with me. [That was definitely a tone that should not be crossed.]
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Still, he’s not expecting that sudden possessive growl from just behind him, scaring away the unknown man who’d been sauntering towards him. He’d looked very certain of himself and Sylvain had still been debating on whether to fuck with him or not.
Amber eyes widen slightly as he glances over his shoulder, though, takin in Wriothesley - and the obvious changes in his friend. And, continuing his trend of making poor life choices, he adopts a smirk as he turns to face him, stepping into his personal space as if in challenge. ]
Oh, am I?
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He growls as the other seems intent in messing with him, grabbing his chin with an impressive strength.]
Are you saying you rather let these strangers touch you? Do you prefer their inferior touch to mine? [As he takes, the more his voice lowers. Knowing Sylvain, he only continues to want to rile him up despite that being an absolutely bad idea.] Do you prefer them to me?
Going Bump in the Night, dragon :sip:
that's enough to get his tail started, flicking lightly behind him and brushing his thighs—uncovered, of course, because he's still using the outfit he'd received earlier this month whenever he's like this. Sylvain might realise both that he's been noticed and that he's being enticed, assuming he's paying enough attention to realise who he's following (which really... who else has hair as green as Olivine's?)—it's almost painfully easy to slip into something a little more flirty once he's realised who that scent belongs to.
and sure, he wouldn't have been that concerned with anyone even if they were a Goddamn Dragon, but with Sylvain? there's no doubt in his mind that it'll be fun.]
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Olivine was shiny, and it was more than just his gemstone. There was something in him that called to an insatiable appetite for magic, for other, and Olivine teased his senses with it. Something that only grew more potent and powerful when the priest realized he was being followed.
And then a dark, purring chuckle rumbles from out of the shadows as Sylvain steps into the light. He’s much changed, too, looking… bigger, somehow, thicker - and he wasn’t small normally by any means, but there’s a looming presence about him now, as if hinting at something far bigger than his current physical form. There are scales patterned along his skin - over his cheekbones, down his throat and across his shoulders. It trails down the line of his spine and then shifts into a thick, swishing tail completely covered in those same scales. At first glance they look black as night, but when the light shines on them just right, there’s a reddish gleam to them, as if an ember lurks in the depth of that darkness, waiting to flicker and flare. There are horns twisting back atop his head, the same ebony sheen as his scales, and black-tipped claws at the end of his fingertips.
And when he prowls towards Olivine, it’s with an air of sinuous, catlike grace, those golden eyes unblinking as they stay locked on his prey. ]
Playing the tease again, sweet?
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the redhead steps—prowls—toward him and that breath finally escapes, his prey looking far too eager.]
You were keeping your distance for so long, how could I not? [should he be stepping toward the obvious dragon-man? maybe not, but he is.] I almost couldn't even smell you for so long... it wasn't fair, you know? It's even worse than the last time in the Vale.
going bump in the night
There's no hint of worry about that here. In fact she seems content as can be even away from the Smoked Egg and the rest of her coven. In some ways it's because she's used to marching to the beat of her own drum. But the other? She was innately curious to see if others she knew had turned into any creatures of note.
And lucky her, she'd happened to find someone she knows. Even if he's covered in fur and is a fair bit larger than he usually is, she'd recognize the scent of him anywhere. In the stories she had read growing up lines of rivalry are usually drawn between vampires and werewolves and there's no doubt in her mind that her coven would say similar things. Then again, she cares little for what they have to say and more about what she wants. Without a care for her rank or status she strides up to him in the short, lacy black dress that is really more like lingerie that she dons with a sweet, innocent eyed expression. ]
My, what big teeth you have. Are you doing okay, puppy?
C Take a bite
Ashe walked around as he looked for any nearby ghosts. He could handle creatures and other creatures that he's read about, but he could not deal with ghosts. He quickly ran into a lounge and took a seat at a nearby table.]
There I should be able to avoid the ghosts for awhile.
[Would he stay here all night? Who knows, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. Once he settled some more he looked around when he saw a familiar figure.]
Sylvain?
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Sylvain!
[He yells his name, stunned by the sight for only a moment. There's a monster he's never seen before. Too high up to reach its main body. But he can reach Sylvain's legs at least, and the tentacles wrapped around them.]
I'll pull you down!
[He yanks at a tentacle, trying to pry it off of his leg, but the grip seems shockingly strong. He then grabs Sylvain's leg instead, leaning back with his weight and pulling, trying to yank him away from the monster's hold.]
If only I had a damned sword...
dragon or fox take your pick!
the vale is full of life - moreso than usual, and perhaps far more eerie than it usually is. eiden's been stuck here on and off, managing sometimes to slip out of his resort-mandated vale jailtime. however, he's here once again, draped over a low-hanging bough draped with thick foliage. sylvain might notice a spotted tail curling low from that branch, maybe even a leg just swinging carelessly down as well.
eiden is... humanoid, that much is true. but his limbs are long, graceful and feline. fur centralizes on his body - richly-colored leopard rosettes covering his torso from the back and shoulders, soft creamy fur lush at his chest and tapering down his belly. there's short, dense fur that slowly fades along his contours - thighs, calves, shoulders. he's sprawled luxuriously out on that low branch, and when he might hear a noise - person or creature, claws or paws, one eye opens and a noise leaves him.
ducking his head low, ears pricked forward, he peers through the leaves, one eye open with a slitted cat-like pupil as he makes a soft growling noise of curiosity, interest. ]
Mmh? Who's there now, hm?
vampires
but not to just any of them. really, it's astounding how resistant he is to the effect of predator after predator, not even realizing how many heads he's turning, drawn to his odd impermeability.
but it isn't complete. his eyes still dilate oddly. yearning seizes his lace-clad chest, and his eyes constantly scan for...something. he has no idea how long he's been here, but he isn't leaving until that longing is sated, until the piece of him that feels cut out and missing is replaced. or at least stemmed.
he intakes sharply, time slowing down as his eyes finally catch. a group of figures emerges from one of the other rooms, talking, laughing, flush with what is probably sexual pleasure. he doesn't care, doesn't even notice. he only has eyes for one of them. a cutting figure with fiery hair.
his entire body feels electric and heavy all at once. his drink is abandoned and he's halfway across the room in an instant. he doesn't even properly greet the other, just takes his hand as he falls to his knees, kissing the back of it with is head bowed. it takes all his self-control not to nuzzle into those massive thighs, but such closeness wouldn't be befitting his beloved, his precious, his lord and master. and, perhaps, he's selfish enough not to want to give the others any ideas. ]