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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
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 MENTALITYMonsters 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!

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    KIRITSUBO (3♠) 🔮 ZONE-00

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    01 ⛤ THE ONES WHO ARE NOT SO LUCKY [MORGUE・ABANDONED CLINIC]
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted, a svelte lady with an angular bob

    [Despite how laissez-faire she seemed to be to most other residents of the Golden Peacock casino, Kiritsubo had "interests" of her own, an agenda she kept close to her chest, and a goal that she would see accomplished even if no one else ever knew about its existence. It is all of those things that leads her to the areas of the resort usually deemed off limits or as of yet unexplored, waltzing around as if she hadn't a care in the world and had no idea she was doing anything that might be considered dangerous or wrong.

    Plausible deniable, after all. "So sorry, sir, I must have taken a wrong turn, I was looking for the bathroom..."

    But where she finds herself is... a morgue, looks like. She hasn't seen any medical staff, there were signs people had left in a hurry... but just in case, she peeks around the doorframe, cupping her hand around her mouth to call out,]


    Yoohoo~ Anybody hooooome... ? ♪

    [Dead or alive, either would be fine.]

    02 ⛤ THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN [MAIN LOBBY・MARKET]
    ⛤ Form: "Natural" Shape, a pale northeastern beauty with a "fake" pair of ears and tail in a hell-themed kimonoNSFW Possible

    [The masks for sale are interesting, aren't they? Fox, raccoon dog, wolf... and perhaps their animal shape has attracted another animal. Or maybe that's just a very realistic pair of ears on her head. Either way, the stall has a potential customer- one who might already be on the way to a party herself, considering the lavish way she is dressed in layers of embroidered silk. (Perhaps more curious... the face that the embroidery takes the shape of dancing skeletons, flames licking at the feet of sinners, ravaging ogres covered in blood, and all manner of hellish creatures and tortures.)

    Whether her companion has stopped to genuinely browse the products, has merely paused for a quick look, or is looking at her instead of the masks, they will be interrupted by the woman turning to them, holding the tanuki mask lightly with her fingertips as she holds it up halfway towards her face.]


    What do you think of this one... ? Does it suit me?

    [Her smile is mischievous, deep black eyes crinkled slightly with amusement.]

    03 ⛤ A LONELY MONSTER [BACK HALLWAY・TENTACLE NEST]
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted, an innocent, bright-eyed redhead ⛤ NSFW, Possible Kinks/CWs: tentacles, oviposition, etc.

    [The tentacles are greedy, and they have claimed another victim to sate their rut in. Whether that target came willingly or less than, the smothering press and squeeze and wrap would have been enough to disorient at best or even induce unconsciousness. When they come to, though, as vision becomes clear or obstructions retreat...

    They will be greeted with the sound of a moan. They are not alone. A young woman with bright red hair tousled and half tugged back by a tentacle yanking on it, pulling her head back as if encouraging her to part her lips and let the sounds out. Beneath her clothing, a blouse and skirt, tentacles writhe and stretch the fabric, and though it is not exactly visible from this angle, considering the flush on her face, the way her ripped-tights-clad thighs are spread, and the position of the writhing mass behind her...]


    Good morning, sleepyhead~

    [She playfully greets the newest arrival, and, in the wake of a whimper, a wet schlick, a bite on her bottom lip, and a flutter of eyelashes, she even lifts a braced hand to give a brief little wave.

    Her company is free to react as they like, but for some reason... This situation doesn't seem to be concerning her much at all.]


    04 ⛤ OVERGROWN WILDS [AROUND THE CASINO]
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted, a mature, motherly blonde ⛤ NSFW Possible, Possible Kinks/CWs: hunter/hunted, bondage, etc.

    [It wasn't so long ago that Kiritsubo was a Wildcard herself. There are still plenty of things in this casino that she has yet to experience for herself and yet to properly explore. And one of those things... was how the Golden Peacock's contracting jobs were rewarded. Which might be why she has embraced the entire "job", even going so far as to dress "appropriately" in tight leathers and boots, with rope and a whip coiled on her hip. It could be fun, after all... this sort of play work.]

    Come out, come out, wherever you are, little monster... ♡

    [Checking the dark corners of moon-filled halls, down the back corridors, inside rooms whether they are occupied or empty, she calls out into the empty space on the trail of what she thinks might be a "delinquent" monster she is tracking, inviting them out with a sing-song,]

    Mama wants to see what those rewards look like...

    05 ⛤ VAMPIRIC LUXURIES [THE SMOKED EGG・BLOOD POOL]
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted, a busty, curly-haired dame ⛤ NSFW, Possible Kinks/CWs: blood, public nudity, exhibitionism

    [The revelries at the Smoked Egg are of a certain bent. One that Kiritsubo certainly isn't about to shake her head at. Not when she could join them instead, as simple as changing the shape around her soul(s) to match the vampire coven indulging in blood, sex, and casual violence. Honestly, a whole bath of crimson? It's impressive, in its own way.

    Kiyoami would have loved something like that.

    Maybe that's why the next visitor to the pool will find the buxom beauty luxuriating in it looking something like nostalgic as she lifts her hand and lets the thick blood dribble from her palm, splattering over her bare flesh, perfectly pale but for the glint of a nipple ring and the colored ink of tattoos up and down her torso, arms, and back. Whether they are a struggling soon to be victim, a willing sacrifice, or a "fellow" vampire, she muses at them idly, humming into a question of,]


    Have you ever heard of the blood pool hell... ?

    06 ⛤ WILDCARD

    [Kiritsubo is an ancient tanuki with an insatiable sexual appetite, and her Information/Permissions can be found here. If you would like to do something in particular, contact me by PM, plurk (stormcoming), or on Discord (#waxwinging)! Feel free to use prompts as a jumping point and tweak as needed!]
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    FOR CHARLIE 🔮 BULLYING THE SMALL

    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-17 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    SHAPESHIFTED FORM: HERE

    [There is much to see (and「see」as well) when the monsters within were so very intent upon coming out. At first, Kiritsubo had been intrigued by the idea that these transformations might be some sort of message, some reflection of a person's inner beast... but it did not turn out to be so. They seemed to be as random as anything, so... random it was. A youkai would be a bit too on the nose, and the vampire and werewolf club seemed a bit crowded... maybe something occidental?

    Something small. There might be benefits to observing unseen from on high at a time like this, and though she was a quite skilled at changing her shape... eh, using illusions for invisibility was annoying.

    She say some interesting things, that way, perched on top of columns, sipping dew cocktails in the Vale plants, flitting from chandelier light to chandelier light. Some bloody things, too, and by chance... about a friend she was growing quite fond of. How very fun.

    Charlie will have a bit of time after his foray at The Smoked Egg and the vampire coven before a cornsilk blonde fairy alights upon his shoulder in a flutter of beautiful gossamer wings and peach pink silks, petite feet bare on the fabric of his suit jacket. He might wonder for a moment who the hell that is, and why they felt entitled to perch upon him, but the mystery is cleared up rather quickly with a,]


    Hello, my curious little friend~

    [After all, as Kiritsubo had told him before... She didn't change her shape out of a particular desire to hide her identity. Though she's certainly changed a lot since their last meeting. Mostly in the height department.]

    Has the full moon been shining its inspiring light upon you this fine evening?
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    [personal profile] ratratrat 2024-10-22 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
    [His visit to The Smoked Egg wasn't the first time Charlie had been witness to a blood-pool and the revelry that accompanies it, but he really fucking hopes it'll be his last. Vampires are creatures of indulgence, this he would never argue, but there's a certain degree of sense required to keep the undead party going for the centuries it's been enjoying.

    And creatures who parade their red-soaked delights so freely aren't usually the ones who get to enjoy it for long.

    Back home, they'd be wiped out. Here, they're all he has. Charlie fraternized with the group for a while, gravitating towards the few who, in hushed whispers, told him they wanted to go home. Those conversations linger on his mind as he adjusts his jacket cuffs.

    He'd removed the outer-layer to avoid any stains, though the white shirt beneath is a lost cause with speckles of crimson splattered here and there.

    Home at the forefront of his thoughts, Charlie thinks the sensation of tiny little feet on his shoulders is a hallucination of wishful thinking. The corner of his eye catches sight of Kiritsubo - and of course he doesn't recognize her. This creature seems an entirely different kind of familiar.

    The smile that spreads on his lips is many things. Relief. Fatigue. Devious intent. Loneliness peeling away.

    It's as if he hadn't expected to hear her speak, despite how quickly his new friend makes herself known. That expression of love twitches quickly into incredulity. Charlie chuckles soundlessly, laughing at himself as he shakes his head.

    He is happy to see her.]
    You know, I think I feel a whole lot more 'inspired' with you on my shoulder. [Without any tentative pretense, Charlie reaches up to his shoulder with a finger outstretched for her to step onto. Expectant. Experienced with having a little thing tromping all over him.]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-22 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
    [Kiritsubo didn’t need to see the blood stains on the shirt beneath the jacket to know what her friend had been up to. She can smell the blood on him, the subtly different notes affected by diet and type. Unless she was feeling like a walk on the mundane side, she never bothered to shift her senses away from their natural range, even if a faerie or a human or a tengu or whatever she was that day wouldn’t normally be able to pick up on this sound or that scent.

    He smells like indulgence. It’s a perfume she has always found intoxicating, no matter the form it took.

    And the hints of another woman dancing on those shifty fingers of his, of joy and struggle for air and the flick and the fall… Ah. She’s stepped right into something, and though the expression doesn’t last… there is a quiet moment no one else will know when Kiritsubo memorizes the way love looks on this man’s face. It’s not for her, of course. It never was. It was for the shape she took, or the face she showed, or the voice she spoke with, or the hands that seemed familiar…

    But was it so wrong to hurt herself with seeing on others’ faces the look her own love would never wear for her… ?

    Kiritsubo smiles, letting out a fay giggle to match his laughter.]


    And yet the first thing you do is try to get me off!

    [Charlie has likely learned that there is often a double meaning in Kiritsubo’s words, whether mystic or perverse… But she says it so innocently and so quickly that anyone could be forgiven for thinking themselves the lech for assuming she meant anything but the most pure of intent. A small, perfect foot alights without hesitation onto his finger, and once her weight is on her toes she gives a half spin with a twirl of silk ribbons and gossamer wing, spinning down into an elegant little sit on his knuckle, comfortable for a moment on his offered perch no matter the “dangers” she knew it capable of.]

    What have you been up to, hmm? Besides unicorn hunting~

    [She already knew some. But what she knew and what others told her were often different… and what differed was what sometimes mattered more.]

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    [personal profile] sunbeloved 2024-10-17 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    (the rough part of karna awakening down in the morgue, he didn't quite know his surroundings at fullest. he's obtained clothes from sneaking around and killing the undead, but that left a bigger question for karna on where he is. gone from a lobby to now wary ghosts who are eyeing him; their tricks wouldn't work on a man like him who looks at others by nature and not by words. the con artists are the wary ones, the generous and actual purveyors of useful goods aren't. because of that; karna is taking the opportunity to look around at each stall.

    not much had caught his attention, not yet, anyway. his gaze is thoughtful whenever it lands on the masks and karna almost wonders about the manner of beings they were based upon. one couldn't say he's not curious before the voice catches his attention; a slow blink before his attention is directed toward kiritsubo and the tanuki mask she holds. blue eyes on black in more thought before:)


    It suits you.

    (as dry and cold as the response is, karna did mean that. however, it's only after he said that he realizes that his newly gained "companion" has the ears of said tanuki atop her head. the sight of him blinking in an almost catlike fashion comes to mind, similar to that brother of his were arjuna to have been dragged there somehow without karna's notice.

    thankfully he hadn't or else this night market would not be there for long without a brawl breaking out.)


    Ears?
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-18 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [It suits her? No matter how dry or flat the man she has asked answered her question, the woman's smile curls just so, almost the same as saying I know, though the words do not leave her lips as such. What she had planned to say in response, however, if there was anything at all, is lost to the ether when instead...]

    These ears?

    [She points at the slightly rounded, fluffy white ones on her head, the same color as her snow-pale hair, as if to ascertain he means the ones on her head and not the ones carved on the upper part of the lacquered wooden mask. And though some might mistake them for a headband put on as part of a costume...

    They twitch.]
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    [personal profile] sunbeloved 2024-10-18 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
    (karna finds his suspicions proved correct quite easily, the sight of them moving was enough to tell him there's more to her than meets the eye. though he would keep such thoughts to himself personally; the question is whether or not if he should worry about it. maybe not. he can take care of himself when necessary once his blue eyes go from the fluffy and twitching ears back down to the woman's own eyes. it did answer that to him.)

    Yes. I had thought they were real.

    (which is the truth. karna has dealt with his fair share of yokai in chaldea, tamamo-no-mae in particular comes to mind. atalanta, the list has a good few people on it which was useful in a way. it gave him the eye to make note of such details when faced with others of similar nature. though, if he knew she could hide them, that does set her apart more from others in karna's life.

    interesting. his thoughtfulness aside, he did look over at the mask seller who seemed very keen on having karna try one in response. karna of course wasn't certain what of them would fit him as another problem....)

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    [From this height, he can hear her sing-song taunts. The leather-clad figure moves with practised ease, whip coiled at her hip, confidence spilling out with every step as she searches the casino’s dark corners. The moons from above add an eerie glow to the scene, but Sylus remains unfazed. He’s been hunted before, by far more dangerous foes than this. Still, her brazenness is... amusing.]

    Looking for me, little hunter? [Sylus crouches on a flickering neon sign, his figure casting dark shadows below. The weight of his form presses against the sign, causing half of it to sputter and die, leaving only a faint, buzzing glow.

    His wings twitch slightly, the membrane of the skin stretched taut, nearly blocking out the flicker of the remaining neon behind him. He leans into the word “little,” still fully aware of the power disparity between them.
    ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-18 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [She has to admit... The man ("monster") has chosen a very appropriate stage for his appearance. The neon glow coloring his skin, the way it flickered and highlighted the lines of his bones and leathery wings in the low dark...

    It's quite lovely. There is naked appreciation and excitement in her eyes, not fear, when she looks up to behold him, the soft pink of her lips curling slowly into a smile.]


    Not anymore~

    [It's almost casual, the way she reaches for the whip on her hip, coiling her fingers around the haft. He wasn't the only one who could put on a show, after all... even if she had no real intention of using the weapon as intended. It was more of a prop, really, to a woman whose skills lay in a totally different field. It may have been over a few hundred years since she seriously engaged in war, but...

    She does remember.]


    Do you want to come down and play with me... or am I coming up there?
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    [personal profile] statuscrow 2024-10-21 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    [The air hums—electric, oppressive, charged. Or perhaps it's the neon giving its last breath. He tilts his head, letting her words float up like a wisp of smoke, teasing the corners of his smirk. A hunter? In this place of gaudy light and artificial danger? How quaint. How perfectly predictable.

    She taunts, her voice a silken thread woven into the night, but it is no threat—it is a call. A dare.

    She looks at him as if he’s art in motion, the perfect monster framed by the artificial night of the casino. It’s almost too perfect.

    Familiar, like a scene rehearsed too many times.

    Cut.

    A scoff.
    ]

    "Play". [His wings shift, leathery skin brushing the dying light, and with it, he descends—a beast uncoiling from his perch, landing silent a short distance before her. His steps are languid, as though time itself stretches to accommodate his ease. He is not a creature that rushes. Never has been.] What exactly are you aiming to get, here?

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    2 Vampire ladies enjoying an odd bath? :D?

    [personal profile] stormangel 2024-10-17 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Yasha didn't know many people in the Smoked Egg, she wasn't Sired like some of the people around; the odd, floating Moon in the Lobby seemed to think it would suit her perfectly from the get go to be a blood-sucking little bat. And she indulged in it, it was impossible not to, especially as time went by.

    One of the vampires attending to the new arrivals ushers her towards the blood pool to "keep Lady some company". And Yasha complies, there's no reason not to. She's still somewhat dressed, but the outfit leaves almost nothing to the imagination.

    She approaches carefully, tilting her head at the question; she dips her foot in the pool, very slowly, then the other, before taking a seat on the edge of it. She's never had this kind of bath before; odd, viscous, but pleasureful as well.]


    No, I don't think I have.
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    i think u mean a sexy bath... but also cw for gross aporcryphal buddhist blood stuff

    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-18 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
    [It was an odd thing, that moon. Kiritsubo had thought to bask in its rays, perhaps enjoy a bit of poetry in the silver light with a flask of liquor at her side... but its influence was far too itchy for her sensibilities. When one was already a "monster"... She saw no need in courting a twist in her fate to actually become a different sort of one.

    Choosing the shape for her own little entertainments and schemes, however, was a different matter. And the "company" she has been provided with... it very pleasing to the eye. She may have chosen flesh alone as her shroud, but... she has no complaint at all for the black lace hugging the other woman's. Not if the slow, appreciative way her stormy grey eyes trail over it are any indication. At first, only a low hum rumbles in her throat, thoughtful and slow, but finally,]


    It's something that a religion in my world came up with.

    [Her bloody fingers, still dripping red, slowly lower to her breast, swirling over the three of spades on her skin before slowly tracing down, down towards the crimson peony blooming on her lower belly, fairly inviting the eye to follow where she led.]

    That in one of the sixteen hells there was a place where only woman would go after their deaths. In that place, they would be forced into the pool of menstrual blood to struggle endlessly not to drown, swallowing the filth of their womanhood as punishment for their pollution, or the sin of dying before bearing their husbands a son.

    [A little half-laugh follows those words, as her fingers splay over her belly and her palm presses bloody over the inked flower, stroking in what looks like parody of how a pregnant woman might stroke her growing stomach.]

    Does that seem fair to you... ?

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    [personal profile] apothecrazy 2024-10-19 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The tentacles are not exactly gentle when it comes to capturing their prey. Maomao had been shaken and banged around enough that for what felt like a brief moment the dark hallway grew even darker. Maomao struggles against her newfound bonds before letting out a surprised whimper as a probing tentacle finds its way under her shirt and around her meager breasts.

    Black, feline ears and twin tails to match stand straight up as her eyes widen. It all happens so fast that she doesn't even get a chance to respond to the other woman beside her.
    ]

    What is-- [ She's cut off as another probing tentacle tries to push itself into her mouth. She quickly closes it and turns away with a growl.

    She doesn't seem particularly bothered by the state of the other woman next to her. If anything, she's annoyed at the situation she's found herself in.
    ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-19 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
    Watch out~

    [Maomao’s “companion” warns her with a sing-song comment, stretching slightly into a arch of her spine that raises her hips and spreads her thighs, the accompanying rip of already damaged tights a subtle undertone of sound to writhing tentacles and slick pleasure.]

    If you don’t have sharp teeth and use them, they have quite an oral fixation.

    [With those ears and twin tails, perhaps the young lady had some decent fangs behind those lips to use… ? Cute, she hasn’t met a nekomata since Senryo. That wasn’t too long ago, but…

    Kiritsubo cants herself back into the mass, releasing a breathy laugh.]


    Though… I suppose it’s more a fixation with anywhere warm and wet in general…

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    [personal profile] keyeju 2024-10-19 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Initially the plan was to hunt a vampire, and some of that might have to do with some linger resentment Gen personally felt about another vampire managing to get the better of him prior to all the extra transformations that have been happening lately. It's a pretty roundabout revenge if he's being honest, but it's revenge none-the-less.

    Or it would be, if it weren't for their damned hypnotic suggestion laced influence over him. One second he's preparing himself a nice dose of holy water for the unholy, and the next the woman he was talking to had him in a haze, leading him into their little den of debauchery.

    It's only the question that Kiritsubo asks him that snaps him out of singular focus on the woman in front of him, allowing him to shake off a little off the stupor as he blinks rapidly at the unfamiliar, naked woman in the tub.
    ]

    What?

    [ His brow furrows, his thoughts starting to click back into place a bit more. ]

    Metaphorical or literal hell?

    [ The vampire who led him here in the first place tucks a finger under his chin to try and redirect his attention back to her. ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-19 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [A “better” person would not walk among these vampires and not raise their hand against the victims coerced to be there by hypnotic suggestion, lured like unsuspecting fish in the deep by a faint but fascinating light. But Kiritsubo, in addition to never claiming to be “good”… She saw far too much far too clearly to even begin moralizing sides and right.

    She doesn’t interfere with any of it, no matter how much new blood pours into the pool, whether it was accompanied by whimpers of pleasure or screams of pain. But what she doesn’t like, what she does act upon… is someone trying to interrupt her conversation.

    An elegant, bloodied pale finger suddenly alights on the lips of Gen’s would-be biter, smearing thick crimson over crimson paint. The look she shoots the other woman, from eyes that are stormy grey today, not the gold he was accustomed to, demands silence. Or else.

    A terse moment passes.

    Only then does her gaze slip back to Gen, so that she might answer,]


    Literal. To those who believe in hell to begin with.

    [Not everyone did. Did they.]

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    wild card | back hallway

    [personal profile] eaudevamp 2024-10-19 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Of all things to stop working, it's the elevators. Not that Reign mind taking the stairs or the back hallways to traverse, but he'd been caught within the reality bending hallways enough times to be wary of utilising it. However, these are the special ones, exclusive to staffs and temporarily open for public use. Meaning that it should be fine, right? Besides, he's sure that there will be other guests like himself using these hallways, so at least that means he wouldn't be alone.

    Fortunately, despite the near pitch darkness of the hallways, dotted merely by sparse candles to lit the pathway, it barely hinders him. Though that means that he'll be able to see his surroundings quite clearly, his blue gaze catching sight of the strange slime puddling on the ground, or dripping from the ceiling.

    Ceiling? And what's that sound? Reign makes the mistake of looking up, eyes widening at the mass of tentacles reaching out to grab him. ]


    H-hey! Let go!! [ His escape attempts are hindered by the slick slimed floor, and soon Reign finds himself in the tangled grasp of the monster, tentacles sliding under his clothes to touch and fondle. ]

    Where are you —ngh!— touching?! No... s-stop...! [ It's not the first time he's encountered such a creature, and he's also quite familiar with tentacles itself, no thanks to a particular scam artist. Even so, he didn't expect to stumble upon one here. Upon closer inspection, it also seems that this monster isn't quite the same as the one from Crane's Respite.

    He bites down on his lower lip as a few tentacles slip into his pants to wrap around his cock, trying desperately to hold back the moans that threaten to slip out. ]
    Mmn! [ Fuck, why does it feel so good?! ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-20 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [Darkness has never been a problem for Kiritsubo. The elevators going down was something of a treat, in her opinion, allowing her to all too easily access the back hallways supposedly only for staff use. She’d been meaning to do that sometime, so why not take the chance? Something tells her, though, rather immediately… that the staff likely wasn’t dealing with these conditions on the daily.

    More intriguing.

    But as she explores, leisurely strolling through the darkened corridors, her ears are as alert as her eyes for signs of movement or life, the stench of breeding season and damp in her sensitive nostrils. It becomes apparent to her quite soon what the situation is, she’s met her share of water-aligned youkai in her life, but that doesn’t make her turn back, and at the sound of a shout and a struggle…

    Reign will hear the echoing click of heels down the hall before he is likely able to detect anything by sight, slow and measured in pace. The voice that calls out with it is girlish and sweet, almost curious instead of shocked or worried when what reaches him is a,]


    Am I interrupting something… ?

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    <3<3

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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-10-22 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [As the dim light of the little hideaway swims into Baptiste’s vision - he hadn’t expected to hear a moan of all things. Confusion crosses dull features, his return to consciousness marked by the rapid bombardment of sensation after sensation. From the cooling slick that clings to his cheek and pastes down onto his flesh to the slow realization that some sort of firmness takes hold of his waist and lifts his lower half upward.

    One of his hands whip outward to better catch his weight - the actions of a man who has tumbled or corrected a head-first fall time and time again - only to be met with an eager appendage that wraps around his wrist. His fingers tense against the ground before splaying outward when the tip of the tentacle traces over his palm…

    And the greeting he’s met with doesn’t help clear up this situation. A tone that is dripping in levity and… is punctuated by a wet, sordid noise. His gaze meets hers-

    Seconds before a tentacle wraps around his neck and pins his face to stay with one side pressed into the ground. His eyes widen initially, something wild stoked behind them-

    But her reaction keeps him from completely losing himself. Something so unbothered. So casual - from a creature that (if he remembered correctly) ambushed him whilst he was on the hunt for another.]


    Another day in paradise for you then? [Baptiste’s voice is more strained than he’d like, even as he forces a joke in hopes of soothing the boil in his blood. A huff leaves his throat as one of the slick appendages rub over the curve of his raised ass. Slowly, his body is bent into a position as if the creature were testing just how far it could stretch or strain the body of its newest catch.

    It pulls and tugs, as if to draw Baptiste’s very spine like a bow. As if to incentivize this curious play, the tip of another slick tentacle slides over the exposed abdomen of the circus performer before slipping into the folds of the loose, hooded-crop to grope at his chest. A soft groan follows, as he tries to keep his eye on the red-head before him.

    He can’t help but notice just how the ripped remains of tights spider out of her thighs - and he quickly realizes he’s about to lose his pair of favorite sweatpants here.... and that's it's not long before he's found himself in a similar position as the woman who greeted him. Tch.]
    You don't seem particularly plussed about this, eh? So are you about to tell me something inspirational?
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-24 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
    [Kiritsubo recognizes this man, even though she doubts he recognizes her. The last time they had met have been in the intimate, low-lit corner of a smoky bar, and she had been a different woman. One with thick dark hair, sultry blue eyes, and a curvaceous body barely hidden by a tight, form-fitting dress. And Kiritsubo... Her transformations were near perfect. Different faces, different scents, different voices...

    And its a young woman with red hair and a garnet gaze mewling as the sucker-lined underside of a tentacle rubs lustily over her dripping cunt, though her "modesty" is maintained for the moment by the angle of Baptiste's arrival, the fall of her still barely-on skirt, and the long-sleeved blouse she wore. Though how long that last bit remained true had yet to be seen, judging by the way the fabric stretched over the possessive grip holding her and how the buttons strained when the tips of that gripping appendage flicked over the taut nipples showing through the sweat-damp shirt.]


    Mmm... Inspirational... ?

    [But even as distracted as she was by her own pleasures, she has enough left for company, lust-hazed eyes watching how her new friend is seized and so easily maneuvered unto position, the hungry, seeking touch of the monster surging ever onward in the quest for more warm, wet places to burrow into.]

    I just don't, ah-

    [Her voice cuts off for a little cry as one of the suckers tugs on her clit, the pressure sending a jolt of electric good up her spine, but she returns to the words with a flutter of lashes and a brief bite of her plush lip.]

    See any reason to say "no" to such a prodigious lover...

    [Sure, she preferred a more witty partner sometimes, someone who would delight her senses both physical and mental, but other times... Her libido just wanted to be sated, hard and fast and full and over and over and over.]

    Is he not to your tastes... ?

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    [personal profile] helloween 2024-10-22 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ At first, she is met by quiet. The creaking of distant floorboards, rickety vents— everything worthy of a Saturn Award, but disrupted by something far more startling. A shrill, very enraged scream breaks the air. ]

    RRRGRRAAAAAAAA!!!

    [ Dark Schneider awakens, with Kiritsubo as his witness. The rattling of the man-sized and metal cubby he's trapped in jolts once at first, only for the attempts to grow more violent when he finds it doesn't give. ]

    Satan, Satan, FUCK!

    [ Scritch, scratch, scritch. Though his magic prowess is immense, Dark's immediate reactions are embarrassingly animal-like, with him clawing and rolling around in the tray. ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-23 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Well. That certainly answered that question.

    Not that it puts Kiritsubo in to some sort of altruistic hurry or anything. Though she calls out with a slightly raised voice,]


    Coming~!

    [To announce her intent or that some sort of help was on the way, her pace is still a walk, allowing the occupant of the morgue drawer to grow increasingly frantic. He sounds quite powerful, judging by the sound volume of those bangs... Or, perhaps simply very frantic. Either way, its a few more seconds before they'll hear the click of a latch, feel a rush of "fresh" air...

    And the drawer slides out, freeing them from their impromptu metal coffin.]

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    [personal profile] stripsearch 2024-10-23 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
    [Rise is browsing the stalls herself. Honestly, it makes her think of home a little bit, which is comforting in its own right, especially with how weird things can get here.

    She glances up when the woman asks her a question; she doesn't recognize her, at least not at first, as the one she'd spoken with over text.]
    Huh?

    ...yeah, you know what?

    I'm not sure what it is, exactly, but I can totally see it for you. [She's looking at a kitsune herself, but hasn't yet committed.] Maybe it's just your aura?

    [A glance down. That is one hell of a kimono. Literally.]
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    1! cw: vvvvore mentions?? a lil bit. just a lil.

    [personal profile] demawn 2024-10-26 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Genya isn't necessarily proud of sneaking into the clinic when it's been abandoned, but it's easier to find medical supplies without the questioning doctors this way. Even if those in the Golden Peacock have proven themselves to be more... openminded than those back home, Genya is still deeply reluctant to explain his ability. Devouring demons and other supernatural ilk to copy their abilities is taboo no matter where you go. It isn't exactly easy to explain how he needs medication for both his stomach and body after he's finishing copying.

    Scrunge scrunge, rummage scrunge. He digs through some of the mess like a squirrel in search of acorns. Papers rumple and items shift as he tries to find some worthwhile prescription medications—painkillers and such—but stops dead when a voice cuts through the otherwise quiet. He sits up, casting dark eyes over in the direction of its source, wondering if he's been caught by one of the nurses who decided to come back. He pauses, a little unsure, but ultimately calls back: ]


    You a ...zombie?

    [ Asking if she's a nurse outright might make him look more suspicious, right? He thinks to himself while pocketing a thick wad of clean bandages. ]
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    just a wee bit <3

    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-10-28 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
    [At the sound of a response, Kiritsubo casually peels away from the wall and half-twirls around the doorway and into the room, high heels clicking on the once possibly sterile floor as she approaches, hands clasped charitably behind her back as if to show that she had no plan to attack anyone... or, maybe she's hiding a weapon? Who knew!]

    Do I look like a zombie to you?

    [If so, she was incredibly good looking and fresh for one, without any sign of wounds or rot. Golden eyes almost seem to glow for a moment as she passes beneath one of the strong clinic lights, but perhaps that was just a trick of shadow. And since they were asking questions...]

    Are you a thief?

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