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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
Wait! ( Jae Ha's hands are thrown up near immediately, waving like he's only just realized his mistake. ) I wasn't saying that I disliked it! On the contrary, I liked it! I liked it! You didn't have to stop!
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Eh— now, hold on, I wasn't expecting you to agree... ( It's not like he's disappointed at the idea, or anything close to it, but he absolutely has to lift one hand in raised concern, eyes sliding up and down Kabru.
Should be be worried for this guy's wellbeing, if he's going around encouraging anything anyone says to him? ) I'd definitely crush you.
( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
Haha, a move to appease their own guests! Well, I suppose it's fine to pit us against each other so long as it's harmless, in their eyes, then?
( Nothing that gets in the way of the fucking, but something to amuse all the same? Jae Ha once more tests to see if the bubbly has worn off, but is quick to move his hands back in place should Sylvain begin to float again. )
Are you trying to excite me, or just chase me away?
( It's a lighthearted sort of comment, in response to the promise of more handsome young men. Still, Jae Ha hops to his feet with a springy little motion that he probably shouldn't be doing while completely nude. But the reminder to cover himself is enough to have him following the flick of fingers towards the mysterious valet and his rack of wonders. )
You're right. The whole package is much better when it's not such a surprise.
( So he'll cover up. He takes a step that direction, eager to cover up (despite all appearances), and passes a smile back at Gojou as they move. Even revealing his country sounds like a risk, with how much he's gotten into lately, but this man seems trustworthy enough, and Jae Ha likes to hope he can handle it even if he's labeled an enemy. )
Jae Ha. I'm from a Kingdom known as Kouka. Are you familiar with it, mister...?
(they'd have knotted cock dildos of all damn things on hand? she almost wants to bite on that whenever her chin gets grabbed, the press of claws through fabric while texas closes the door with ease. no, they didn't need a show from them. not whenever she spots the way lappland's tail is stiff and how pleased the other woman seems to be. one would think that texas might just shut up and take it as she's always done in these scenarios, unfortunately for them that will not be happening. not at this moment.
not ever, can she submit to lappland? the answer is clear in how she snarls at that grin, at being called "little pup" over the cards they drew. to say that cellinia was thinking strongly about something was an understatement. what she does instead is grab lappland's hand by the wrist (and if able) whenever she comes closer, shoves her against the wall. away from that window, pressed up against her body roughly and growling. teeth bared as if ready to tear into flesh like a wild beast more than a person.
that look in her eye must be delicacy right now, who else could get a rise like this from her? sure, that suit of hers has been laying out the groundwork in making that easier. but that didn't change it. not how she seems to be taking the idea.)
Do I really want to play that role? You tell me.
(that scent is stronger in the air from the way she growls it out (all guttural and low in a violent purr) from snarled teeth and excitement. seems like they both had time if they were busy trying to find that strap-on that was requested primarily. a little too much time.)
She can't help it — the way her brows spring up, blinking in immediately surprise. Not necessarily that he decided to tell her, it is a bit of crucial information somewhere like this — but because, well...she wouldn't have guessed. Then again, Dan Heng is so reserved, and not the sort to chase flings or one-night stands just for pleasure. And from what she understands of his past, since his rebirth, it's...not exactly like he would have had a good opportunity to pursue a relationship out of love.
Still!! He seems so mature and experienced so often, the vulnerability, especially one that she can appreciate herself, is actually...really comforting.
After a moment, her dismay shifts to a gentle smile, if turned slightly playful at the corners of her lips. ]
This is the part where I start teasing you for being pure as the freshly fallen snow, huh? [ A beat, as she idly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. ] ...Is what I would say, if I weren't a virgin, too. As far as I can remember, anyway.
[ Whatever her life was before she woke up on Herta's Space Station she can't be sure, but if it's an experience she can't remember, then it doesn't count to her. ]
Sooooo. [ A beat, a kindling of an idea forming in the back of her mind, one that makes her pulse rush and her skin flush, even against the warm water. ] We...probably won't stay that way for long, here.
( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
No reason.
( It's an immediate response, too immediate, but Jae Ha doesn't feel safe explaining his familiarity with dragons, his own identity as one, even with a fellow dragon. Still— )
I appreciate you sharing it with me, all the same. Where I'm from, dragons are a thing of myth... If someone were to meet one in the body of a human, they might react extremely, like try to tie them down, or harness their power for themselves. To share it so freely here, is that not the case where you're from?
(there you are. what a thing to say to a stranger. it could've been made playful — what are you doing in the driver's seat? do you even know how to drive? — but the open, candid look on this handsome man's face, how she feels thoroughly, uncomfortably seen in that moment, dashes that impression away at once.
maybe it's a fair exchange: the moment robin had arrived, unknowing and panicked, she'd taken more than a few liberties. the privacy she normally affords to others was laid promptly to the wayside. in exchange, she would get slivers of proximity thoughts, pent-up emotions, anything that might help her to figure out the extent of this kidnapping, what they wanted for ransom, if the family and her brother have already been informed—
all of that to say, there's nothing to read in the cacophony of similar confusion from the other girl in the car with her... and no real ill-intent from anyone. nothing more than a playful kindness from room service as he had first approached.
and how it had all hollowed out.
and that was before her resonance and the rebounding harmony she exerted to offer the other woman a preternatural calm. the nacre of it shines back into her eyes when she looks at him, an iridescence that seems to fold in on itself, trapped in the expanding event horizon of this man's sudden presence, his impossible gravity. reading his emotions feels like interference: a too similar wavelength, but discordant enough to know she's hit the wrong chord.
how interesting. )
I see... You're right. If it were as easy as driving a car through a window, someone else might have tried by now.
( —so much for that preternatural calm. the resident npc goes pale at once at the suggestion, registering that robin, who is saying all of this very calmly, is sitting in the driver's seat for a reason. she leaps into kizuna's offered... well, hand, possibly hoping he'd also lend the rest of his arm and the other to help her get out of the limousine right now, preferably immediately. )
I'm joking. ( *she isn't ) There were some others before you that mentioned getting rooms ready. They were in such a rush, I didn't get much of an opportunity to inquire further.
( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
( Boo, there he goes, slipping away... Jae Ha lets his arms hang dramatically in emptiness for a moment before he straightens himself, but the way he's grinning says he's pleased with this sort of playing around. What can he say? He loves bullying a little. )
Now, now, there's no need to get so defensive. We're meant to get along here, as fellow prisoners, right?
( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
That's not something you should feel the need to apologize for, dear. Only adjust if you want to.
( He's calm in the way he speaks, and though he does use a term of endearment, it's something that comes out casually, as normal as the word "friend." )
My name is Jae Ha. No one should force you to adjust to something you're unused to, so should you ever find yourself in that sort of situation, feel free to call on me, and I'll set things right. This place is a terrible one for a young lady.
( ooc: sorry for the delay!! I wasn't able to manage finishing my app for this round, but hopefully if the desire keeps up I'll try next round! so if you'd rather drop this thread for now or anything, pls feel free no hard feelings ♥ )
Hmm, you're right. I can't catch everyone if they were to fall all at once, after all. But you should rest assured— most of the people here I've run into seem to be aware of the effects of the food and drink here.
( Still, he does give one more long and slow glance across the room, like he needs to be sure things are calm. But they are, and after a moment, he looks back. )
And I'm not the only one helping people out, you see.
[ he may not be accustomed to it, but it settles warm against her hand, over her shoulders. she breathes out a soft laugh, gentle and brief, and lets her hand fall away back to her lap. it's a little silly, in hindsight. but it's also nice to hear—that she doesn't always have to despite the fact that she's the one who holds them all together. sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively.
it's also silly to want him to stay longer than he already has. eventually, they'll both have to leave the sanctity and comfort of this bed. maybe a part of her dreads what she'll find outside, or maybe she just likes being able to talk to someone so far removed from things like crests and bloodlines and nobility. ]
I appreciate your concern, but I'm used to traveling light. I can make do with this, and leave the rest for others.
( Jae Ha knows what it's like to have to scrounge for what's needed. Food, necessities, everything— he doesn't feel he'll have a problem surviving off of one outfit, even if it's ugly. He can take care of it, wash it, handle it. But the others in this parking garage? Faces he caught glimpses of in car seats, or running across in a panic? He's more worried about them.
It wouldn't feel right to take from this when they're all still in need. )
You've been here for some time, but were you always in that... machine? ( What did he call it again, he can't recall. ) You say "up there," so I assume there's more to this place?
( There's a long pause as Jae Ha considers his words. His eyes travel over this stranger's unfairly attractive body, back to the car he's still mostly inside of. But the sound is so loud it's difficult to pinpoint along the whole body of it (maybe in the front?) and even if he could pinpoint it, where would he begin?
He could smash it, but would that be appreciated? He doubts it.
And so after a moment, he bows deeply in apology. )
[ well she wouldn't complain at all if she might try to bully texas in public or in front of resort employees or just about in front of anyone, if it really came down to it. whether she's an exhibitionist or simply doesn't give a fuck... maybe a little bit of both. maybe it depends on the scenario. maybe she wouldn't even mind putting on a strap and just about railing texas on top of some betting table in the middle of the casino if she were able. actually, what a tasty idea that could be--
she could read texas' intent, from a lifetime of play-fighting and fight-fighting and dueling and clashing with her. she allows for texas to grab her and even pin her to the wall; her laugh is high and pleased and interrupted only briefly by the slam of her there, even as she rounds into the motion to control her own impact-- ] Ah--rough play from a little runaway. Must be that I struck a nerve! I've called you that before, you know!
[ to the doctor, and maybe not quite to texas' face. but honestly she wouldn't particularly have a reason not to tell it straight to her anyway. ] How puppies bark and growl when they're offended, like you're doing. Whereas adults in more confidence know if falsehoods are worth getting so riled up over...
Perhaps there's a part of you that wants to be tamed or trained if you want to roughhouse like an unruly pet. Or, [ leaning in closer, the sharp of her teeth towards texas' mouth, the hiss of her breath. her smile unflinching, almost casual in contrast to that growl, ]
You want to be punished into it.
[ how things might be different if she at least had a weapon, but whenever she points one at texas for anything beyond a spar, how funny, it always tends to happen for a duel to the death. ]
(the runaway part she can give less of a fuck about, she is one. maybe she also wouldn't give a damn if she got caught teaching someone a lesson for provoking her for now on in public spaces, didn't matter if staff saw or some random faceless guests. she's thinking about it and how much of a better idea that sounds over her game of pretending, ignoring her problems. that demand is there to do it. to show people just how she truly is under the surface.
annoying. that wasn't what she wanted, not to be tamed or punished. what she desires is anything but being made into someone's trained pet. lappland says that, but there is plenty texas can say in response. why isn't she? because that's not on her mind to do. this isn't offense, this is her and her hackles rising. this is agitation, provocations (if any) were answered in how she does snarl.)
You're one to talk whenever you're getting turned on by this. (a hiss of her own, the low growl not even pausing but briefly. their scents are mingling, but she knows. that's always undeniable that texas can notice. they're both wolves, but it's hypocritical of her to say that while snarling. while they're pressed up against one another against this wall, with teeth bared and lips near to bite down with at any given time.
seeing as how she didn't recall lappland telling her this before, she could have guessed it was the doctor lappland mentioned it to. who else talks to her on board the landship that didn't completely turn tail and run not long after from the impression they can get? that doesn't change the fact she's barking up the wrong tree. unless that was the intention. cellinia did recall their younger years, lappland's biting remarks and everything about what she did. about how the people in the country called texas more siracusan than siracusan's.)
I couldn't care less about you calling me a runaway, but I'm not your dog, and I'm not some pup to tame to heel.
(perhaps it's better texas didn't know about the contraband holdout weapons, otherwise this could have gotten bad real fast. or good, depending on how it's viewed. maybe even better that she didn't ask for something for a bit of weapon play for the moment they're in.)
[ Kizuna follows close behind him, fingers locked and body heat radiating. His eyes flick upwards, glassy and luminescent with want, knowing exactly when to meet Wriothesley's gaze as he looks over his shoulder. ]
Don't you know? I always want to wear you where everyone can see. [ Pushing him onwards, voice close and honey-soft behind him as they slip through the crowd. ] Your scent, your marks, the colors you leave behind...
[ Like this, Kizuna can't deny the revelry is having an effect on him. It's so easy to fall into its pulse, all caged and golden. But he is safe with this man who he's given his heart to, tethered to him by a trust that seems to magnify his desires tenfold. Having watched him throughout the night, he's finally letting it go — that knowledge that he's his, no matter how many other patrons bid for his hand and his attention. His empathy cradled that knowledge throughout. This man's heart belongs in his hands, his teeth.
Even when the crowd thins at the party's outskirts, Kizuna remains on his heels as the doorway to the stairwell comes into view. ]
[ she's pretty damn turned on and it's not a secret to both of them, but, ] So are you, dolcezza. [ there's a laugh, quiet but growing louder as her knee goes to slide between texas' legs, between her thighs, to press against her crotch. the fact that texas wears shorts like this is... well it sure is texas of her. lappland's fantasies of ripping a dress off her might have to wait another day, or maybe she'd rather keep it on, the nice thing is she sure can fuck even with a dress on. ]
You're a runaway, I'm not quite. I had to be banished, unlike you. [ like a mad dog, she'd turned her fangs on her own famiglia. not a murder and then an escape, she had to have the entire famiglia and country lock her out. ] And maybe that's the difference between us. You turned tail. [ on me, she could almost say, but bites her tongue.
her hand goes to stroke texas' cheek, seemingly gentle for a moment--before seizing and pinching it, as if to a misbehaving pet, ]
Is that really such a thing a true wolf would do, rather than a pup? [ she leans in closer still, teeth now nipping to texas' ear, the slice of her teeth and bared smile, ] You'll have to tell me.
[ she knows, all her life, texas doesn't belong to her.
but she could dream and burn for wanting it anyway. ]
[ He doesn't see a lot of miracles, either. In fact, he's been on the opposite end of a miracle for what feels like his whole life, weaving outcomes with his own two bare and bloodied hands. Measuring his thoughts, the weight of his own tongue in his mouth, he exhales a little bit. And settles on: ]
That's a shame. [ Truthful in its brevity. ] But I guess I could say I'm familiar with thinking that way too. All or nothing.
[ You either get it right or, well.
Well.
And in his long list of poor decisions, the thought strikes him that he hopes this won't be another. For her sake, if nothing else. Lighter levels a glance downwards, gaze shadowed only slightly by the sweep of his messy bangs, the consideration creased into his brow. He extends his hand this time, beckoning for hers again. ]
(the press of lappland's knee to her crotch wasn't quite a surprise, but she did growl again. as though she threatens to snap those teeth of hers down at any time on lappland, but maybe that's further hypocritical of her. not the way her hands hike that dress up and run along pale thighs. to grab and squeeze into the meat of them while gloved fingertips and trimmed claws press down into the inner part in a threat of their own. she couldn't care about waiting the longer this provocation continues.
this song and dance they've both been locked in about their history in some ways. the gentle stroke made her raise a brow, but what came after was another story. texas snarls out curses under her breath at lappland's pinch from being caught off guard, seems like someone has taught her other "words" from one of her friends. at least by the string of "fuck" being hissed out over a yelp before texas forces it down.) Sorry, but I don't believe that either of us counts as true wolves with the things we've done. (one killed her familiga, her father even, and left. the other? the other was no better on terms of misdeeds from her exile.
but that didn't change the way her body is reacting, how their bodies are reacting to one another. her point is still one that she means. why would they count, why would lappland even count as a true wolf? they aren't, lappland especially is not.
cellinia doesn't even come close with teeth slicing into one of those ears of hers, the other flicks upwards and tenses for once. sensitive, but they have sensitive ears or texas does. her claws dig and grip into lappland's thighs through the gloves, as if they want to rip through and move her legs aside. she's thinking about it, she wouldn't kneel or be tamed by anyone.
that's always rung true, even in a hellhole like the golden peacock. yet it didn't stop her from liking it, from liking how lappland tries. tries to tame her, tries to keep up with her and have her. yes, texas likes it a little too much with not making this easy.)
Because we're both not even cut out to be true wolves. Us? The two that ran away and were thrown out? That isn't even much of a joke to make you laugh, of all damn people if someone else said it.
[ all or nothing. that's familiar, too. there's always consequences in the sacrifices made for what they believe in. they put everything on the line even when there was hardly anything to begin with—nothing but a promise made five years prior, when things were a little kinder, a little easier.
she's tired, she realizes the longer she sits there, counting their breaths. maybe waking up here away from the war and the bloodshed, sitting next to a man who sees her for who she is rather than what she can provide—maybe that's the miracle.
his fingers catch her attention and she looks down at them, then back up to his face, slipping her hand into his. it's getting easier, she thinks. ]
Somehow, the distance through the night did nothing but encourage him to return to Kizuna. Every little glance, everytime he felt Kizuna's stare on him; he wanted nothing more than their touch and affection. In the end, no one grabbed his attention the way Kizuna did.
Wriothesley doesn't waste anytime once they slip into the stairwell. Hell, the door is still closing when Wriothesley shoves the other against the wall, mouth pressed against Kizuna's in a hungry kiss. There's the drag to teeth on skin and a press of tongue begging for something deeper. Hands were already slipping under the jacket to roam over smooth, unblemished skin. He's warmer than usual, not really making any attempt to cooldown when he wants to melt into his lover right this moment.]
You'll get all of that, don't worry. You'll feel me where people can see... [Hands move to start undoing Kizuna's pants.] And where they can't for that matter...
[ All or nothing. A terrible mindset to have in a prison masquerading as a gambling den. It takes one to know one and he silently thinks — maybe he ought to watch out for her in this place, its gilt promises of luxury surely belying its ability to grip and rend kindness to pieces. Who knows for what purpose... he hasn't figured it out yet.
But this sensation is calmer and nearer than all of that. Her forgiving gaze on him, sweet hands willing to bear his touch. Compared to him, the smoothness of her fingers are cool in his own, so slight that they fit right against the breadth of his palm. ]
I know it seems weird to ask. [ Considering they'd already been doing this... ] But I'll bet this place makes it awfully easy to overstep if I'm not careful.
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