TDM 06

[goldmods]

【 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

BASEMENT SUITES

SQUEEZING IN

► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to the rooms that have the most overall vacancies — the basement suites. Despite their small size and narrow twin beds, characters are stuffed up to three in a room. Don’t worry, that’s why the staff have thoughtfully removed the doors of every new arrival's room. It's easier to stuff inside that way, isn't it? More space for everyone!

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are warm autumnal plaids made of thick flannel to help keep warm through the supernatural chill. Some of these robes are more elaborate than others, with seasonal patterns like apples or pumpkins.

► Existing characters currently living in a basement suite may find one or two new arrivals taking up residence in their room. The staff appreciate your understanding and willingness to share during this influx of new guests and spike of supernatural activity! There's safety in numbers. It's to everyone's benefit, really.

ICY HALLWAYS

► The normally dirty and forgotten hallways of the basement suites are in even worse shape than usual. Yellow stains ripple down the walls, the floor is coated in dust, and there are suspicious globs of something in the corners. Their standard chilly temperature has taken a sharp plunge to freezing. Guests without any resistance to cold will find it challenging to walk around the hallways without bundling up. For those that don't have the proper clothing, the staff suggest sharing some body heat and fucking to make do. They probably shouldn't have removed all those room doors, huh...

► Don't even talk about going out and about without shoes! Stepping in one of those gloopy puddles may unexpectedly trigger a fever or other similar illness. As time passes and the supernatural grows stronger, these goopy masses will crawl the walls and drip from the ceiling. As they grow stronger, so will the physical reaction to touching them. Guests may experience any of the CLUBS effects when the sludge is especially potent.

► When walking in any of the basement suite hallways, characters may hear the ghostly whispers from the maintenance levels. They are stronger than usual and can be heard on even the rank 3 and rank 4 floors. What's more, these whispers, if directed at a particular guest, can be heard by everyone in the vicinity. Whispers may provoke, accuse, and guilt characters by targeting their insecurities or regrets. These whispers will slowly turn to screams the closer the date creeps toward October 31st.

COMMUNAL BATHROOM GHOULS

► The ghouls in particular start becoming audacious as supernatural influence strengthens. A pesky group of water ghouls have marked the basement communal bathroom as their territory. Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or aren't paying attention to their surroundings may find themselves cornered by water ghouls in the showers. The ghouls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair for shits and giggles. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards and 2s.

► Some especially raunchy water ghouls have taken to haunting the toilets, showers, and baths. The toilet ghouls have especially long tongues, which they stick out to get a lick of some unsuspecting ass. The bath ghouls, the most attractive of the lot, pretend to be guests and try to lure new arrivals and low ranks into a clandestine affair. The shower ghouls hide and outstretch their arms to shamelessly grab and squeeze whatever their grubby claws can touch.

► Despite the bravado, these water ghouls are not very strong and can be easily dealt with. They will run if someone overpowers them. They will flinch and hide if someone screams too loudly. And, most importantly, they're absolutely terrified of dry towels. They're supposed to be wet, damn it! Don't threaten them with being dry. Aiming a hair dryer at them is enough to get them curled on the ground in agony.

TAILS

BROKEN WING CLINIC

THE MORGUE

► Did we mention that we had some overbooking? Some unfortunate new arrivals won't be waking up in the basement suites with their peers. These guests, with a stroke of bad luck, will find themselves waking up in the morgue of the Broken Wing clinic. The morgue has never seen a real dead body before — so when waking up on morgue tray sliders, they thankfully won't be assaulted by any rancid smells.

► New arrivals waking up in the morgue will be covered with a white sheet. They will also be dressed in a standard white hospital gown, each of their big toes tagged with a cause of death. These causes of death, however, all seem to be a bit unusual. They range from 【 DIED AFTER SIX CONSECUTIVE ORGASMS, ABSOLUTE KING 】 to 【 DIED OF LITERAL EMBARRASSMENT, WHAT A DORK 】... it's not like the doctor expected you to see them!

► Some especially unlucky guests will find that the door to their tray slider is locked. The keys to all of the tray sliders, as well as several mortuary tools, are available around the room for those that are kind enough to lend these poor souls a helping hand! It's just a matter of finding them. The desk and tool areas of the morgue are shockingly messy, as if the doctors and nurses left in a rush. Wonder why that is?

ABANDONED CLINIC

► Exploration of the clinic will yield some interesting results. Despite reception advising that those affected by the veil thinning should report to the clinic for observation, Broken Wing is completely void of any medical staff. The hallways are in ruin. Cabinets with medical files are empty. The beds have no patients. Even the air is musty. Broken Wing appears to have been abandoned for a long time.

► A small stroke of good luck — even if the doctors are gone, medical and general supplies can still be found scattered throughout the clinic. Guests can utilize staff clothing if they don't want to run around in those open-back hospital gowns. Over the counter medicines and bandages are available. Guests that may have had their eye on the harder prescription stuff can take this opportunity to scrounge through the clinic's pharmacy, now that there is no pharmacist to guard the goods.

► As exciting as a clinic free for all is, guests should be careful...

WALKING UNDEAD

Loud noises echo from the clinic's basement. Thud, thud, thud — heavy footsteps resound through the otherwise eerie silence. Muffled voices come in strange breaks, as if the speakers are having difficulty moving their mouths. Slowly, from around the corners and up the stairs, a group of long-standing guests drag their bodies awkwardly toward the sounds and warmth of any "living" guests in the clinic. Blue lips gape. Their skin is waxy and strange. They stare with red and yellow eyes. Then, slowly, they begin to drag their bodies forward...

► Zombified long-standing guests have been lurking in the clinic. These zombies are hungry for flesh in all meanings of the word. Some want one, some want the other, and some want both. Though they move slowly and have little control over their dead appendages, they are relentless, and will chase any non-zombie guests through the clinic.

► However, these zombies will not leave Broken Wing. Leaving the clinic is akin to a safe getaway. Those that want to fight will find that these zombies are fairly traditional: destroying their heads will kill them.

► A bite or scratch from a zombie is a potent aphrodisiac. The guest that is bitten or scratched will similarly begin to hunger for flesh... mostly in the horny way, but if you want to play it in the hungry way, we support you. Guests will not transform into zombies from a bite or scratch. The aphrodisiac will continue to burn through their system until sexual satisfaction is achieved. Going without "the cure" with result in fever, hallucinations, chills, muscle pain, and other extremely uncomfortable symptoms.

MAIN LOBBY

THE VEIL THINS

A STRANGE MOON & ENDLESS NIGHT

► Darkness pervades the main lobby despite clocks claiming that morning hours have come. The grand chandeliers and fixtures are not working, so staff hurry to light lanterns around the central hub and connecting hallways. A strange full moon floats in the center of the lobby. This moon hovers silently, always staying close to the high ceiling, and never changes its phase even when passing days begin accumulating.

► Those that bask in the pale light of the moon for too long may begin to feel an itch of strangeness... this itch will go away once farther from the moon. Once a guest basks in the moonlight, they might feel the overwhelming urge to continue doing so. It's inexplicable how this gentle moonlight feels like it can help them become their true self.

► An endless night will continue to accompany the moon. This night covers the entire main lobby, front reception, the elevator bank, and several hallways that deposit into the lobby. While the endless night is in play, all affected areas will feel the cool breeze and unique weight of a genuine deep night. Unlike the weather and time simulations offered in the garden and vale, this night is poignantly real despite happening indoors.

THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN

The Rookery, the elusive wandering night market, settles down beneath the moon in the main lobby. Construction of wooden stalls takes no time at all, offering a proper shopping experience compared to their usual tents and makeshift sheets. The sellers of the Rookery are more lively than usual, their ghostly faces illuminated by the light of the moon. They aggressively boast about their wares and try to hook customers over to their booths.

► Worthwhile treasures to be found in the Rookery. Truly useful items worth haggling for.

WOODEN MASKS: Charmed wooden masks that allow the wearer to blend in seamlessly with the supernatural. Come in fox, wolf, and tanuki styles.

MAGIC TALISMANS: An assortment of talismans with elemental capabilities. A snap of fire, a dash of light, a flash of ice, and so on. Useful in a pinch.

WARDING INCENSE: A lovely scent of Jasmine that keeps the ghosts and annoying exes away. Calms even the ghosts in the basement and maintenance levels.

ZOMBIE PILLS: Another cure for the symptoms to the above Zombie bite, found under our TAILS prompt above. Will completely cure the bitten party. Unfortunately, these pills must be administered rectally.

GHOST BELL: Helps the living find a wayward ghost. Particularly useful for finding those that have been separated from their bodies when getting mixed in to the ghosts crossing.

HOLY WATER: Burns the flesh of demonic and monstrous entities. Also clears the skin of any blemishes.

► Cursed treasures to be found in the Rookery. Scam artists boldly lie about how these items are blessed despite knowing full well that they're not.

BLACK CANDLE: Burn this candle and make a wish, it will come true. In actuality, the wish will be fulfilled but in the worst way possible, a la the classic monkey's paw. It also smells bad, like cheeto feet.

BLESSED TUNIC: A tunic that will ward off any attacks from the living or the dead. In actuality, this tunic does keep people away ... but only because it makes the wearer smell pungently of body odor.

VIAL OF POWER: A draught guaranteed to improve your strength and make you more appealing, sexually. In actuality, all this liquid does is make the drinker gassy. Best guarantee is that you'll fart every three steps.

LUCKY PENNY: A significant increase in luck! Technically true... but in actuality, the luck is bad luck. Small things, like stubbing your toe or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

A REAL SOLID GOLD RING: An exquisite piece from the ancient ages, made of pure gold that holy virgin priestesses wore when bathing in celestial light. Fake ass ring made of tinfoil. Makes your finger green.

1000 YEAR OLD WINE: The most delicious wine to ever exist! Coveted by emperors and gods alike! Tastes okay, and the alcohol content is high, but changes the drinker's voice into an embarrassing high pitch that cracks often. Also, can potentially make your ass hair grow long. Like, really long.

► Plenty of junk, knickknacks, and used clothing can also be found for reasonable prices. The sellers in the Rookery prefer to trade but will take chips since they're in such a good mood thanks to the influx of yin energy.

BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS

OUT OF SERVICE

A LONELY GHOST (EASY MODE)

► While the moon is full in the main lobby, the elevators are out of order. Staff will ask guests to kindly use the stairs and, due to the urgency of the situation, allow them to use the special back hallways usually exclusive to staff. Back hallways have the ability to traverse great distances in the stretch of an average hallway. The downside is that these back hallways and all the stairs around the main lobby are plunged into the darkness of the moon's endless night. While there are candles, their light doesn't travel very far.

Well. That isn't the only downside.

► Though there are numerous wayward spirits passing through, one stubborn ghost sticks around to haunt the hallways and stairs. The lonely ghost takes on the appearance of a charming young man or woman before approaching guests to ask, "Am I pretty? Will you kiss me?" A negative response will result in continued persistence and sobbing while a positive result will result in frenzied joy.

► No matter the form the lonely ghost is taking, when it steps forward to try and initiate a kiss, its mouth will trisect open and unfurl several slimy tubes. Even with this hideous transformation its eyes will glitter with adoration and hope as it leans in for a passionate smooch... it can't help that it was born this way! It just wants love too!

► The ghost will chase would-be lovers through the hallways, a la Scooby Doo. However, escaping the lonely ghost isn't difficult, and it will change targets when it spots someone else to pursue.

A LONELY MONSTER (INTENSE MODE)

...drip... drip... drip...
► In the deepest corridors and the darkest corners lurks another creature. It scuttles across the ceiling, dripping slime from its maw and curled tentacles, waiting for unsuspecting guests to pass by with delightful anticipation. This tentacled monster is more aggressive than the lonely ghost, looking to snatch up anyone it can find and steal them away to its sticky nest. This monster is greedy and willing to snatch up as many guests as it possibly can.

► This tentacle creature is extremely fast and aggressive. It will chase its prey through the hallways with incredible speed. Its flesh is difficult to pierce, though not impossible. Bloody it up enough and it'll scuttle away to tend to its wounds before heading back out again looking for prey.

► However, this monster isn't looking to eat its captured victims. No, no, no. Stop crying, beloved captured prey. It just so happens to be this monster's breeding season. The lonely monster will use its tentacles to pleasure its captured prey and, potentially, lay its eggs inside particularly suitable guests. Don't worry — if you like tentacles but not so much the eggs, this monster is particular about the mother(s) of its monster cubs. It won't take anyone. Only those that especially catch its eye.

► Not that there will be any monster cubs. Unfortunately, this tentacle monster really needs another tentacle monster to properly raise a family. Any guests imbued with eggs will be left to shit them out. Thankfully, they're on the small side.

THE ELEVATORS

Wait... weren't the elevators out of order?

► Throughout the next few weeks there will be clear signs and posts around the elevator bank that the elevators are not currently in service and that guests should use the back hallways and stairs. However, at random times, the elevators will appear to be fully functional. Their doors will slide open in front of guests, emitting an inviting glow out into the darkness. The door will remain open until someone steps inside.

► Any guests brave enough to ignore all of the classic horror movie signs that these elevators are possessed as hell will be locked inside once the door closes. A childish giggle rings inside before the elevator plunges into darkness and everything jerks wildly. Elevators will play the classic tower of terror prank of plunging for several floors before spitting guests out in a random location. If the ghost is feeling particularly cheeky, it may spit its prisoners out somewhere they would really hate to be.

MONSTER MASH

ITCH BENEATH THE SKIN

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE

► Guests that spend too much time amongst the wandering spirits or who end up swept along with a group of them hurrying into a wall may find themselves knocked out of their bodies and forced into ghost form. Their bodies will collapse while their spirit is swept away into the resort.

► While in spirit form, guests can do everything a ghost can! They can walk through walls, possess or haunt their friends, and even infiltrate the dreams of other guests. Whatever ghostly tropes you would like to lean into, including the Patrick Swayze love experience, are at your disposal.

► The longer they're away from their body, however, the harder it will be to readjust to the flesh. There's also the small issue of staff picking up any "dead" bodies and shipping them over to the morgue. If they spend too long playing outside, wayward spirit guests may have to head over to the morgue to find their body (please see TDM prompt Arrival, Tails for details on why this sucks for them).

MOONFLUENCE

► The moon grows stronger after several days of gathering strength in the main lobby. Those that have basked in its light, even if it was only for a short while, may begin to feel that itch again... only this time it does not abate. The sensation becomes maddening, rippling beneath the flesh without restraint. Then — suddenly — it breaks free.

► Guests are transforming into monsters of all kinds under the influence of the moon. There is no limit on the type of monster that guests can transform into. Some guests may transform into vampires and weres while others may turn into dragonkin and tentacle monsters. The moon does not discriminate. Players are welcome to turn their characters into any kind of creature or monster they would like.

► Transformations do not need to be complete. Guests may have half or partial transformations. Transformations also vary in duration; a guest could potentially turn into several monsters over the course of the moon's rise in the main lobby. A guest could be a werewolf for an hour and shift into a vampire the next. Of course, a guest could also remain a werewolf for the entire duration of the moon's influence. This moon really loves some chaos.

► Any guests undergoing monster transformation may also utilize any of the DIAMONDS effects. In typical Golden Peacock fashion, transformations can also automatically come with intense arousal to get these guests into the freaky monster fuckin' spirit.

THE VALE

OVERGROWN WILDS

INFLUX

► In an effort to keep the monster situation under control, and to avoid mass destruction of the Golden Peacock, staff are attempting to corral any transformed guests into the vale. Of course, there's no way for them to get nearly half of the transformed guests in there, but some of the monsters seem to enjoy the more natural ambiance the vale provides.

► As more and more guests transform into monsters, the staff have little choice but to place advertisements for monster hunters. The job is easy enough: anyone who has not been transformed qualifies and the job description is to drag monsters into the vale for containment. Monster hunters will earn a medium payout for every transformed guest they toss into the vale. Monster hunters that fuck the monster before tossing them into the vale will receive an additional large payment.

► Transformed guests that turn back to their normal form will be allowed to leave the vale. Not that the staff can actually do much to stop them from leaving when they're monsterized, to begin with...

TERRAIN

► The vale has been shifted into night mode for the next few weeks to accommodate the newly turned monster guests. A full moon hangs overhead, though unlike the monster moon in the main lobby, this moon is digitized on the overhead panels for the sake of ambiance.

► A thick fog perpetually runs through the forest and weather simulations such as rain and snow rotate on a timer to provide a realistic experience. Every type of weather common during autumn/winter rotates through the vale.

► Caverns, caves, alcoves, and other earthy terrain stretches across the base of the vale. Tall trees with giant gnarled roots provide shelter. Bioluminescent mushrooms light the way in the darkness of simulated night. A long river runs through the vale. There are also several small ponds where these rivers lead to, as well as a couple of small waterfalls.

PACK MENTALITY

► Monsters of the same type may experience a resonance, or pack mentality, triggering any of the HEARTS effects between them. For example, canine-based monsters may feel unexpected fondness toward each other and be inclined to create a pack or share a den. Feline-based monsters may feel affectionate and groom one another. Aquatic-based creatures may feel that lightning shock of love at first sight. You get the idea!

► Resonance that triggers a Hearts effect can occur between monsters of different types but it's less common. Like calls to like, and monsters of the same or similar types will be naturally drawn toward one another.

SMOKED EGG

DEN OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY

THE COVEN

► Some of the civilized monsters refuse to be caught in the vale. Particularly, a coven a vampires has flooded into the Smoked Egg and transformed it into a den of debauchery. Gone are the gauzy curtains and pillows, replaced with stark red and black upholstery that lends itself to the vampiric aesthetic. The smoke, however, remains a haze over the lounge. This smoke is imbued with a relaxant to help loosen up any "prey" that wanders into their den.

► As far as prey goes — any creature that isn't a vampire applies. Prey will be doted upon and coaxed with the hopes of being fed upon. All those who come to the Smoked Egg will be encouraged to dip into hedonism with the coven and join in the sensual vampire orgy. Clothing in the lounge is optional, with many couples making love right in the open where other guests can watch.

► Guests that have turned into vampires, or were vampires to begin with, will be warmly welcomed by the coven. All vampires are capable of turning other guests into vampires through siring — this ritual involves exchanging blood between the master and sire, and will create an empathic bond between them. Vampires of the coven are happy to teach newly turned vampires how to do this trick if they don't already know. While guests can still shift from a vampire into another monster under the moon's influence, or return to a normal human, this empathic bond with their "creator" could potentially remain indefinitely.

VAMPIRIC LUXURIES

► The bar is stocked with numerous blood-based cocktails. Some blood has been collected in bottles, while other drinks are made from the blood of live and willing donors. The cocktails run the gambit of accompanying effects — players may select any SPADES effects for drinks at the vampiric bar.

► Though the core coven that have taken up residence in the Smoked Egg seem to be exhibitionists, there are numerous back rooms for those that prefer some privacy. Rather than traditional beds, however, guests will find luxurious coffins. There's nothing quite like fucking in a coffin, is there? Especially an upright one!

► We can't forget the vampire's pride and joy: the blood pool. This pool is filled with 100% bona fide blood, perfect for a round of fucking or just some relaxation. This pool is kept at a warm temperature because cold blood just isn't as good. Non-vampire guests will be encouraged to add some blood to the pool. It's the least you can do after being waited on hand and foot, after all.

BALANCE RETURNS

TIME TO TAKE THAT PTO

THE HOUSE TAKES A VACATION

► Between getting pummeled by guest shenanigans earlier in the month and then managing an invasive monster moon, the house is exhausted. Even near-omnipotent manifestations have a bottom line. Since the house isn't really going anywhere it's more accurate to call this a staycation, but either way, it's not taking any calls for a while.

► A general notice will flash on the electronic bulletin boards that due to overwork, the usual staff have also been granted paid time off by the house. Given how haggard the receptionists, bellhops, and cleaners all look after cleaning the Peacock from head to toe after overwhelming monster mischief, it's a much needed break. The Golden Peacock, after great efforts, is restored to semi-normal from most monster-caused damage. Some reminders remain, like those scuff marks that won't come out no matter how hard the cleaners scrub.

► During this time, the house will not be causing any mischief and harassing guests. It's a time of decompression for everyone. Right about now it's sitting back with a glass of whiskey and wondering why these recent guests have been such a handful compared to years past. It's almost like they don't want to lose themselves in hedonism and debauchery!

THE B-TEAM

► Of course, the house won't leave the Golden Peacock totally unmanned. The guests still need tending to! During this rest period, temps and back of house staff that don't typically work front of house are filling customer service roles. You know what that means: minor inconveniences abound.

► The B-team is nowhere near as good as the usual staff. Simple mistakes are more common during this time. Deliveries are sent to the wrong suites, the wrong dining service arrives, the towels aren't washed, and the front desk knows literally nothing outside of the basic function of checking guests in. It's not even worth asking when the house will be back, let alone asking for some other manager. But after the chaos of the past month, maybe these small annoyances aren't all that bad?

► The house will be back! ... Later. For now, the Golden Peacock is quiet, even the most party-hard guests fatigued from the past year of fun. What's to come? You'll just have to wait and see.

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: aphrodisiac; biting; blood; body horror; coercion; death (referenced); dubcon; fear; furries; ghosts; horror themes; monsters; noncon; orgy; oviposition; scratching; tentacles; transformation; vampires; wounds; undead; xeno; zombies

▶ 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 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.

▶ 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!

▶ 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!

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

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Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia 💥 Current Player - 3 of ♠️

[blastedass]

[*click on headers to open prompts*]

♠️ BASEMENT SUITES.

💥 ➊ SQUEEZING IN.

[Despite the low-rank room he's been given, Bakugo's kept it well. Clean, neat, smart, with the space optimized for his use and comfort. A few months ago, he had a roommate, but that's passed now. Flopped on his side, arm tucked under the pillow, sheets and blankets pulled up to his shoulders, he's having a rare sleep in this morning. It's starting to get colder in this place, which is bullshit since it's an indoor resort. Guess they have to make it weird like normal. Shifting in his bed, Bakugo leans into the warmth beside him, taking comfort in the escape from the slight chill. It's not like-

-warmth?

Red eyes snap open and he jerks up in bed, covers flying towards the middle point.] WHAT THE HELL?! [Why is there someone else in his bed?! Again?! Goddammit, this place needs to stop dumping new people into other people's beds! Sorry for the rude awakening, but blame the Peacock.] WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

💥 ➋ COMMUNAL BATHROOM GHOULS.

[These bastards. First it was the goddamn seagull life guards, then the assaulting statues, then the sentient portraits, why the hell is this place obsessed with flinging annoying perverted creatures at people?! Bakugo throws a towel over his shoulder as he stalks into the communal bathroom. Normally he showers off in the Talon or Beak after his morning workouts, but sometimes that's not happening. Like all the other interfering creatures this resort's sicced on them, they get the exact same treatment from the explosive blonde-]

DIE!! [KA-BOOM!! As if someone threw a grenade, an explosion goes off within the bathroom, sending the harassing creatures scurrying from the heat and light. That clears them out of the showers for some time to nurse their drying wounds. Bakugo glances to the side towards another guest. New? Current? Not really something he cares about. What matters is the person's no longer being messed with.] Oy, they're gone. Get moving.

♥️ THE VEIL THINS.

💥 ➊ THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN.

[Is that what the Peacock's decided for the event? Eternal night in areas? Bakugo scowls at the moon overhead, but continues under it without basking in the light. He's learned by now not to linger with any new element that comes up in the resort. Usually they have debasing effects. Hands in his pockets, body posture radiating a "fuck off" vibe, he keeps to the edge of the crowd in the main lobby, aiming instead for the fleet of wooden stalls and traders. Only having managed to find the ever-wandering Rookery once before, Bakugo aims to make the most of its current roost. Could make do without the haunting faces though. Damn month.

In short order, he's found himself working at procuring a few things of interest. Covert has never been Bakugo's preference, but from his experiences in the Peacock, avoiding something crappy is often faster than fighting it. The well-crafted wooden wolf mask sits on the stall counter between himself and the vendor, both of them aggressively haggling over the item.] Hell no! I just got this from that asshole over there! [He's not giving her the warding incense he hard won from another vendor!]

💥 ➋ THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN.

[Alternatively, you might be able to find him with another vendor, bartering for a few sets of those magical talismans. However, neither of them are talking money. Rather there's a curious exchange going on. Five boxes of talismans lie on the counter, and beside them sits four small glass vials. Bakugo holds one in a hand, his other hand awkwardly lifted and curved down hard at the wrist, fingers splayed. Something clear trickles off his middle finger into the vial below, occasionally beading into drips before another small trickle begins. If anyone's seen how they milk snakes, this could kind of look like that. Curious huh...]

♣️ OUT OF SERVICE.

💥 ➊ LONELY MONSTER (INTENSE MODE).

[What the fuck is this?! One second he's stalking through the hallway, illuminating the gloom with a few explosions, and the next second something heavy, wet, and moving slams into him. Bakugo twists against the writhing creature, snarling and slamming a hand into the wet mass. BOOM!! Light and smoke detonate with a loud crash, explosions bombing throughout the creature's grabbing tendrils. The scent of burnt slime and smoke fills the air, but none of those impacts seem to stop the thing for long. Shit! His heart rate's escalating, eyes widening as memories flood back into his head.

Those leering yellow eyes, mouth full of deranged teeth, that sucking voice trying to soothe him into suffocating while the villain promised to make use of his Quirk. More explosions carpet bomb the hallway, and Bakugo jerks his head free of the tentacle wrapping around his forehead. Only to get hauled back by a second one. His hand plasters against the creature's skin, instantly diluting and muting the next explosion, much to his alarm.] GET THE HELL OFF ME, YOU SHITTY FREAK!!

[Snarling and raging, Bakugo throws a full fight into this encounter, trying to ignore the way those tentacles are invading his clothes. He twists to the side, seeing a flash of a figure nearby. Are you just going to stand there and watch? ... Or are you stuck in here with him to?]

♦️ MONSTER MASH.

💥 ➊ MOONFLUENCE - Werewolf.

[Shit... He knew the damn thing had an effect like this. Bakugo sags against the wall beside him, one hand gripping at his chest as the other digs into to the gilded surface beside him. Throb throb... throb throb... Pulsing in his chest like a drum, this need and urge burns hot. Shoulders hunch, his head drops, and everything seems to pull and tear. What the fuck is this? A second later, whatever "it" is bursts free.

Twin canine ears sprout from the top of his head, nestled within the spiky ashen blonde already there, accompanied by a dark brown lupine tail swishing from the base of his spine. Fangs glisten with saliva after his tongue passes over his newly-elongated canines, claws dragging gouges across the wall with each stalking walk forward. Red eyes glow with an eerie inner light, accenting the black hole of his pupil within, and a wolfish growl reverberates in his chest and throat. Shadows draw back as he stalks forward once more, clothes torn and ragged around his body. It only takes a moment for him to charge and grab the nearest person before pinning them against the wall. Hot... this heat is unbearable...

OOC: Obligatory werewolf prompt! Alternatively, Bakugo can be found in a complete transformation, essentially an anthropomorphic wolf with all the works. He'll be aggressive either way. Let me know which one you want! Feel free to find Bakugo anywhere in the resort, though he'll prefer to either keep to his room, prowl the Beak or the Talon, or stay in the Vale once "coaxed" there.]

💥 ➋ MOONFLUENCE - Dragon.

[Not again! Bakugo drops to his knee in the hall, one hand slamming into the ground as the other plasters to the side of his head. He wasn't even in the damn moonlight! Heat crawls under his skin, sizzling like pieces of him are ready to flake off one after another. Crack crackle... snap pulse... Why does it feel like everything burns? Snarling he punches the floor with a curse, unable to resist the resulting change roaring through his flesh. Taken over once more.

Curved horns of keratin slice out then up, twisting slightly near the tips. Scales the hue of burnt orange and dark brown emerge along the top of his forearms and elbows, his nape and down the his spine, even across his thighs and knee. A long powerful armored tail of the same scaling rushes from his tailbone, snapping the air with a crack, as large draconic wings split out his back and flare anew in the air behind him. Talons leave marks in the floor as he pushes himself up, raking a reptilian-paw-like foot across the carpeted ground. Sharp teeth and a serpentine tongue gleam amid his heated breath as stretches on arm over his head. Then promptly takes off into the air and swoops down to snatch the nearest person like he owns them. This one... this one's his.

OOC: Obligatory dragon prompt! Alternatively, Bakugo can be found in a complete transformation, essentially an anthropomorphic dragon with all the works. He's less aggress but more dominant. Let me know which one you want! Feel free to find Bakugo anywhere in the resort, though he'll prefer to either keep to his room, prowl the Beak or the Talon, or stay in the Vale once "coaxed" there.]

💥 ➌ INFLUX - Hunter.

[Having been a beast twice, Bakugo's aware of the mental change that takes place. Sometime giving into the change, sometimes imprisoned by it, sometimes actively fighting it. At least they're not permanent. So that means taking those who have transformed and putting them in a place where they won't actively attack innocent guests. Something he did. Twice. Thus he knows the importance of this job when he took it.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles as he approaches the inhuman figure in front of him. Looks like they're going to be doing this the entire damn month. Fine. He can work with that. It's not like tackling powerful villains isn't a common happening in his world. A few sparks snap and pop before he detonates al large explosion in his hand, catching the creature's attention as he emerges from the smoke.]

Oy! Freak face! No one wants your shitty trouble here. I'll end you!

[Technically 'ending' means rounding them up and hauling their changed butts to the Vale, but that's so lame to say.]

[OOC: If you have specific ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to send me a PM, drop a comment below, or wildcard it and we’ll hash it out from there. All prompt options can stay gen or go down a NSFW route. I'm always open to writing a unique starter for us if you'd prefer that. I didn't get to the vampire prompt this time, but if you'd like to do something with that, I'm open to it! Permissions here and preferences + k-list here.]

Moonfluence - Werewolf.

[tohell]

[ If there ought to be any loyalty between a demon so markedly inhuman as the Archduke and the similarly monstrous guests suffering their own shift into creatures of lore and legend, J is bound to disappoint those who cross his path. His heart harbors not a mote of tenderness for his brethren demons as a whole, and the guests here don't wriggle their way into his favor, no matter how they may come to harbor some resemblance to his kind.

As it stands, landing a role that requires wrangling his fellow guests into temporary confinement does nothing to rake against J's sensibilities. If anything, the pursuit comes naturally and he's more than well-versed in using whatever means necessary to quell opponents of all shapes and sizes. As for the armor and sharp blades most would need to do the job? Those need not come into play when the Archduke is a dangerous weapon of fang and claw, himself.

Though most would be hard-pressed to believe it, when something gets the drop on him, slamming J fast and hard into the vertical surface of a wall that dents at the impact, this sudden turn in events doesn't derail his well-laid plans. It's merely a minor setback that the attack steals the very breath from J's lungs. The birdcage of his ribs painfully compressed under the weight of his captor's limbs, pinning him like a beetle trapped behind framed glass.

Well-kempt even in the worst of times, the tussle undones a loose length of ribbon keeping J's hair neatly pulled together. It spills over the arch of his horns to stream down his shoulders in a waterfall of platinum, setting into disarray one of many things J prefers to keep impeccable. The ribbon, a stripe of blue strewn just out of reach upon the floor, isn't coming back into his possession without a struggle to free himself. That or a more creative method of subduing the savage beast walling him in. ]

Tsk, tsk. I've met some ill-mannered mutts in my time, but even they had the decency to make small talk before trying to jump my bones. [ If he's bordering the edge of irritation, J doesn't show a lick of that upon his otherwise placid features. Instead, there's a growing hint of a smirk that coils the edges of a wide, expressive mouth as he reaches to tilt Bakugo's chin up with the pad of one index finger.

Transformed as he may be, Bakugo isn't likely able to see eye to eye with a demon that towers around seven some feet, horns notwithstanding. It may take a little prompting to coax his gaze upward to better see what the wolf has snared within his grasp. ]

Maybe someone ought to give this bad dog a little obedience training, hmm?

[blastedass]

[Dropping atop the other sends a rush of victory through his flesh, akin to a predator finally trouncing atop its prey. Fingers splayed against the man's chest, Bakugo's bicep swells beneath his skin in effort to keep him pinned to the wall. Do it. Do it. Do it. Pounding through his mind like a mantra of sweltering heat, raw and wet both in one. But "it" here in no way resembles the expected gore of a violent assault or the hungry dig of a beast looking to devour. Strangely, victory itself seems one pleasure already.

He barely gives the eel-like flutter of azure a glance as it slithers through the air to the ground below, releasing a silvery torrent mane across the man's shoulders and horns. Bakugo leans in, throat rumbling with an interested growl. Prey captured, a hunter now conquered, this win is his and there's no arguing that. What the man wants from him, he doesn't know, but seem to him the tables are reversed. What he wants from this guy is the real question.]

You're lucky if that's all I jump. [His words carry a feral snarl to them, reverberating around the edges. Red eyes narrow at the peaceful face above him, looming more than a foot greater than his own height. A hand notches one digit under his chin, attempting to encourage his head up and back. Instead, it prompts a harsh twitch of his head backwards and a sudden snap forward, fangs crashing the air just shy of J's fingers.

He doesn't need to see eye to eye with him, because a moment later, that clawed grip in the man's shirt hauls up as the werewolf draws backwards. The world goes topsy turvy before impact brings the demon back to earth in a resounding crash on his back. Floored. And now five feet below Bakugo, who promptly stomps a foot atop the man's chest and looms over him, expression cut through with a wolfish smirk.] Don't look down on me, bastard. I'll end you.

[One clawed hand curls in the air, individual fingers hooked at vary levels in an intimidating show.]

moonfluence - dragon

[notscar]

[ he's in beak, having just completed a few laps around the track, towel wrapped around his neck as he leaves the showers and is ready to go back to his room for the rest of the day. that, or grab a snack--- his schedule is flexible. despite all the changes in the resort thanks to whatever the hell is happening this time around, leona isn't bothered by it. why should he be? any monster that gets in his way will find that he's incredibly capable of dealing with anything, provided he doesn't have to go to his one ace-in-the-hole. the thing he's only told one or two others about.

then again, he also doesn't expect the audacity for something to come swooping in and hoist him up into the air? ]

You could've asked, by the way.

[ while he's calm, he's also annoyed. not particularly afraid of any consequences. even if he's dropped, leona can use some of his magic to give himself a cushion. but the curiosity is there all the same: what does this half-dragon plan on doing with leona? and what can he get out of it??? ]

[blastedass]

[was it a particular attraction that brought him to this man or something else entirely? likely the former, though in this state, he's left wondering what it was that attracted him. bakugou tightens his arm around the lion's chest, hauling him closer as his wings beat the air below him and carried them further up in the resort. the scent of fresh water and clean soap carries from leona's body, clashing slightly with the air around them as the blonde finally alights on some of the rafters above the spooky-lined areas of the resort.

here amid the shadows and gloom, he drops leona off on the beams, crouches on taloned feet nearby. wings tuck behind him, red eyes blazing in a watchful interest at the man across from him. he remembers leona's power display from before, even a small one, so doesn't bother trying to attack him or push things just yet. bakugou eyes the lion as his tail swings behind him once or twice before wrapping around the beam below as he stalks forward, aiming to pin leona to one of the supporting pillars of wood.]

[notscar]

[ most of his surprise is focused on the fact that the area above with the rafters is oddly spacious. did the resort recognize that there might be some guests who'd make their way up here? obviously it's not like there are pillows or blankets or anything but still. for a were-dragon and a beastman to occupy the beams and not be cramped is... interesting.

but it looks like bakugou is trying to use his presence to keep leona trapped against one of the wooden supports and leona, for the most part, isn't against seeing what his scaled companion has in mind. for starters--- he's not intimidated. call it a natural curiosity that has been warped by the objective of the card game they all have to play. ]

Come on, you big lizard. Show me what you got.

[ if he gets too aggressive? he'll show him a Time. anything else though... ]

[blastedass]

[what's not spooky about a haunted barn ceiling or bats and cobwebs creeping through rafters. don't @ me how this place works. i went for the atmosphere. besides, he can fly (more) now and leona's hauled up to the privacy of the darkness rather than dragged through a trench on the ground. maybe it's not pillow and blankets, but it's something exotic and if the resort put a damn picnic basket up here for them, bakugo's going to explode in the not pleasant way.

they're gonna end up cramped soon enough though. bakugo steps onto the beam in front of leona, scaled tail curling around to his front and wrapping about the beastman's waist, as well as the log of wood behind him. the tip dips towards his waist as the rest tightens, dragging his ass flush to the beam when the scaled blonde ends his pace a few inches to flush against leona's chest.

doesn't feel, sound, or look like the lion's intimidated at all. good, he'd've been pissed if this was enough to cow the man.] You're fucking eager. [it comes out with a drawn hiss between his fangs, a brief wisp of smoke drifting the corners of his mouth.]

[notscar]

You want me to scream in fear instead?

[ unfortunately there are no delicious sandwiches in the future up near the ceiling but it would've been hella funny if there were! honestly it's spooky enough without any of the strangely cliched seasonal things somehow making an appearance above the real festivities, but...

well. they can make their own. ]

Or did you steal me just so you could hide me from everyone else. [ a snort despite how close they suddenly are. ] Can't blame you.

[ he's amused. he reaches out, taps bakugou's jaw, and hums. ]

And you're not interested?

[blastedass]

You're too lazy to scream. [he would have been unnerved if food randomly waited for them up here. though with the way he's eyeing leona right now, there might be a meal in front of him anyways. red eyes linger on the lion's face for a full minute before trailing down to his neck and lower. a clawed hand moves up towards his stomach, sharp talons pricking at the surface of his shirt.]

No one's going to be looking up here. [yet. bakugo's still rational enough to think as himself, keeping a preference for privacy. he slips a finger under leona's shirt, obviously more bold than their first meeting.] Why the hell would I do something I'm not interested in?

[notscar]

That or I don't feel particularly threatened. Depends on what'll make you feel good or not.

[ if he's a meal, then he's a meal. it's funny to him when he's treated in a way that he's not used to. when he's the one at the top of the food chain, it's hard to understand what it's like to be anywhere else.

he watches that hand, those wicked looking talons, and doesn't flinch. there's nothing in his mind that tells him to worry. if anything? he might feel a little more secure. ]

Dunno. People have done dumber things for dumber reasons.

[ but bakugo isn't that. there must be something else at play. ]

[blastedass]

Who said I was fucking threatening you?

[bakugou leans into leona's space, one hand coming up to drag clawed fingers across the lion's side. not yet shredding his shirt, but there's a temptation to do so. if leona's not used to be the one pinned under a predator, too bad. something new for him to experience.

but his patience isn't completely settled either and the way leona lacks any tension to flee or resist makes it a lot easier to mess with the hem of his pants and whatever fastener he's got holding his fly together. buckle, button, belt, band, it's getting undone with easy motions.]

You were so eager when we were in the woods.

[notscar]

[ but he can still feel the sharp point and it sends a shiver up his spine. his pants are quickly undone; a side effect of being in the golden peacock for so long that everything is just loose enough so that nothing needs to get torn into pieces. he can afford clothes. he just doesn't feel like going through the song and dance of shopping as simple and easy as it may be. ]

Still am.

[ bakugou will find out sooner than he thinks. he's already halfway there. ]

And maybe it'd be more fun thinkin' you could do somethin' to shock and surprise me.

[blastedass]

[it's tempting to shred them, but he resists the urge when those clothes sag around leona's hips. no need. the tip of his tail slides into the back of them and drags down, more of its length feeding around the lion's waist to keep him tethered against the beam in the meantime. bakugo leans in, teeth nipping at the man's neck, threatening to break the skin but holding back for now. fabric falls in a cluster around the beastman's ankles.]

Yeah? [the reptilian part of his brain's operating in high gear right now. thanks, fucking transformation.] How about I rip it out of your head and do it instead of you thinking it.

i swear i'm not dead (i kind of am)

[notscar]

[ who doesn't have a little reptilian brain thing going on in their day to day at the resort... maybe not as literal as what bakugou's got but still. the graze of teeth and the slight pressure of them digging in making him groan with a mixture of surprise and arousal. ]

Then why don't ya?

[ he wants it. hard to repress those words when they're just as instinctive as him visibly tenting in his briefs. the pants are easy. the rest, not so much. ]

rookery settles down

[emyoji]

[ Seimei is more comfortable with ghosts and monsters than humans most of the time, but having everyone suddenly being surrounded by these strange occurrences is odd even for the resort. He's used to a curse here or a magical game there--things that he can wave off without too many people being affected. It's easier to blend in and be just another person with no particular stand out traits.

But now Seimei has to actively try to hide his power. He doesn't want to get attacked, but he also doesn't want to reveal what he really is. The best way to do that is to observe and find someone else to hide behind. And that is when he notices Bakugo doing his trading, which is honestly perfect timing. Seimei comes up behind him at the stall, putting on his brightest smile. ]

Ah, it's the young master again! Are you shopping?

[ Because, sure, that's what that is, right? Trading for talismans and protection like they are in a ghost market. ]

Did you find anything really good?

[blastedass]

[Bakugo's only experience with monsters came from dealing with the nightmarish nomu the doctor and All for One created. Mutated from the corpses of humans, biologically engineered for inhuman physical abilities, and stuffed full of Quirks, they were unnerving to look at and deal with. These things are more Halloween run-of-the-mill monsters. Hardly scary at all for someone who's faced what Bakugo has. That or he's just not impressed.

The last drop of the third vial goes in and he caps the glass tube with a stopper before jumping in surprise when someone voices up right behind him. Both he and the vendor instantly scramble for the vial to prevent it from dropping, catching the glass before it falls. Whew...] WHAT THE FUCK, ASSHOLE?! YOU WANNA BLOW US ALL UP?!

[Ah yes, Seimei probably missed the sound of his eardrums blowing up. Good to have that back again! Bakugo recognizes the fox a second or so after upbraiding him.]

Where the hell have you been?

[emyoji]

[ Well, it's true that Seimei did sneak up on Bakugo a little bit. It wasn't that he hid, but he did take advantage of the secretive looking exchange and make his entrance with a little bit of dramatic timing, so he can't exactly blame the blonde for his surprise. But the onmyouji wasn't expecting such a loud reaction, bursting out of the hero like a bucket of firecrackers as he whirls around to confront him after they save whatever that vial is.

Seimei's eyes widen and he stands up a be straighter before grinning widely. ]

Blow up? Why would I do that? Ah, I'm sure it's fine!

[ He is far too cheerful about that sudden possibility being tossed his way. ]

Oh, where...? That's a good question.

[ As helpful as always, Seimei truly shows is spirit side when it comes to appearances. There and gone, he wanders in and out of reality like a cat so often that he's practically turned it into a joke. Who can keep track of existing in these days of skepticism? ]

Maybe I got lost? It's a pretty big place. I'm sure lots of things get misplaced in here.

[ And he's sidling up to Bakugo to try to get a a chance to swipe that vial, curious to see just what it is that they were so focused on. Sweat? It must be special if they were that startled by his interruption. ]

[blastedass]

[Did the transaction LOOK like it was something easy to interrupt?! There were some focused drippings going on there! Luckily the vial did not fall and nothing broke and nothing blew up. Though Seimei was close to getting exploded... That grin only makes the temptation even more magnetic. Some things never change with this guy.]

No you, dumbass fox.

[Grouchy again but not jumping out of his skin. Bakugo's brows furrow in a dangerous glower before he turns back to the vendor and takes the fourth vial to start working on that. This time he holds the glass very low to the counter and has to work his hand into a slanted angle to trickle the liquid down into the glass rim.]

And you can't give a good fucking answer.

[What did he expect from the guy? Though now that Bakugo's learned some more things about the peacock, the question comes from a more informed background. Hearing him talk about "misplaced" sets off a small rush of deja vu.]

Oy! Knock if off. That's not for you. [Seimei gets an elbow on the bicep to prevent him from reaching the vials. The vendor quickly takes back the three full ones before the new arrival can swipe it.]

[emyoji]

[ As usual, Seimei doesn't really acknowledge how much danger his curiosity can get him into. Being an onmyouji and a fox, he often finds himself waist deep in trouble, facing down irate threats before he realizes he might be approaching something truly serious with one hand extended. At least this time he's with Bakugo, who he trusts not to let him end up in pieces--so far it seems to be working out. ]

But I wanted to see what you're doing...

[ He pouts a little, although he doesn't really look that bothered by being denied access to the vials. After all, he has Bakugo right there. ]

Is it something special? What are you trading for your fluids, mm? Are others even more valuable?

[ He has to tease him. The way Bakugo huffs is far too much fun to let go unexplored. ]

You don't like my answer, but you're doing mysterious bartering and won't let me see what it is. Aren't you acting suspicious? I just got a little lost, that's all. It's a big place.

[blastedass]

[Good to know this guy hasn't changed a bit since he last saw him. Bakugo doesn't let up that warning glower as he goes back to the vial in his hand. Liquid drools down his palm to his middle finger, trying to keep it from leaking off onto his index and ring. There are more effective means of doing this, but then it gets all over the damn funnel. While the proprietor of the stall keeps the already full vials away from an apparently nosy patron.]

What does it look like I'm doing, dammit? Trading! [Right, because that completely explains what the hell Bakugo's doing with his finger dripping into a glass tube. Doesn't matter that he's barking right over his shoulder at the onmyoji.]

The talismans. [To answer the second question.] Urusei! Don't be disgusting! [To the third one, and maybe the first one by proxy. He rolls his eyes when Seimei calls him out for doing similar. Giving vague answers. Damn this guy's nosy. And pushy. He's like a little kid who got pushed away from the counter.] It's part of my Quirk. The sweat from my palms is explosive.

[emyoji]

[ Neither the careful vendor or Bakugo really discourage Seimei from poking even closer into the trade. In fact, the more they keep the vials safely out of his reach, the more interest he has in getting a closer look at the contents. Even after Bakugo gives his perfectly reasonable explanation for what they are trading, Seimei tries to reach out and take Bakugo's wrist. ]

Let me see! I can make you talismans. If it's a good ingredient, then maybe I can use it too.

[ Of course the fox grins even wider as he adds: ]

Unless you would want to trade for other things... I wouldn't mind that either. I like trades.

[blastedass]

[So long as he's not physically interfering with the trade, he's more than welcome to shove his vulpine nose into the issue. Well, hypothetically. The man's not letting this weirdo closer to his stock and Bakugo's not going to let Seimei accidentally blow all of them to fucking pieces. When the guy tries to take his wrist, he gets a knee to the back of the leg, hoping to knock his balance off and send him crumbling to the ground.

Dumbass.]

Do that shit AFTER I'm done, dammit! If you can't wait, go stand over there and get some candy or something!

[He's not going to turn down Seimei's offer for talismans though. At least lets see what he's got. The grinning suggestion of other trades gets that same knee, this time to his head (if he dropped). It's not hard, more a huffing push.]

I said AFTER. So wait.

[emyoji]

[ He should probably be more afraid of the potential of Bakugo's combustible sweat and what damage that could lead to, but Seimei has lived so many lives now that another death, however more literal it is than his usual, doesn't prompt the same fear it would if he were mortal--but he does end up paying for that when Bakugo slams the back of his leg, sending him collapsing to the ground... and rolling, maybe a bit more dramatically than necessary.

Seimei looks up at the blonde with wide eyes, limbs out in ridiculous posture, and maybe it's just luck or divine intervention, but as the knee comes flying at his head, Seimei, still acting like a stranded fish, flops to his side, pushed over by the momentum of Bakugo's leg shoving him down. ]

I think you hurt my leg.

[ He says that way too warmly, sitting on the ground where he ended up, watching Bakugo with a curious tilt to his head. ]

What if I'm never able to walk again?

[blastedass]

[Bakugo steps to the side when Seimei goes down, focusing on filling up the fourth vial while the fox has his time on the floor. Is he worried about the damage done to the guy's leg? Nope! He'll be fine. It's more important to make sure this shit doesn't blow up in the meantime. Impact, vibration, heat, those are all catalysts to send his nitroglycerine-like sweat into massive combustion. Luckily it takes a bit more than dropping on the counter to go off...

Seimei's theatrics make him roll his eyes. Seriously? He's going to ham this up, isn't he. Bakugo finishes the vial and hands it to the vendor before taking the last via. Red eyes flick down for a second, only to click his tongue in annoyance at the dramatic splay beneath him. Yeah he shoved him over. Good. Now stay down there until he's ready to deal with you.]

Guess you'll have to float your ass around or walk on your hands. [Said with all the emotional care of a callous on the palm. With Seimei behaving, Bakugo fills up the final vial and hands it off to the vendor.]

[emyoji]

How cold.

[ He doesn't really seem bothered, crossing his legs and sitting to watch the shady exchange finish between Bakugo and the vendor like a child in a classroom. Seimei rests his chin on one hand, eyeing the liquid in the vial as it's put away. His eyes flash, seemingly reflecting the light of the container--or the potential combustion hidden inside. ]

That requires too much energy. If you make me do that, I'll starve to death.

[ Eventually. But it still counts. ]

Aren't you concerned about selling an important part of you like that?