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TDM 06



【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.
We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.
You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.
As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】

HEADS




TAILS





MAIN LOBBY




BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS





MONSTER MASH




THE VALE




SMOKED EGG





BALANCE RETURNS


OOC NOTES
▶ 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!
KIRITSUBO (3♠) 🔮 ZONE-00
⛤ 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 kimono ⛤ NSFW 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
playwork.]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!]
FOR CHARLIE 🔮 BULLYING THE SMALL
[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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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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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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02
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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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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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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Overgrown
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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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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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?
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.
i think u mean a sexy bath... but also cw for gross aporcryphal buddhist blood stuff
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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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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[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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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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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
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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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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Sorry for the delay… life has been… u know
<3
<3<3
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cw : oviposition
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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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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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01 ⛤
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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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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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.]
1! cw: vvvvore mentions?? a lil bit. just a lil.
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. ]
just a wee bit <3
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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cw: wound
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