【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
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!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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( smarter than he looks, then, or so he wants to say--but the truth of the matter is, devil or not, this thing next to him moves with a shrewdness that seems to speak to a certain level of knowledge, or even training; his face is kind, and his smile is warm, but there's a wariness there, as though he's practiced at it, as though the lackadaisical nature is both earnest and put-upon. it's sort of oddly fascinating to watch it; he takes another drag of his cigarette, his other arm folded in tight against his stomach--his gaze follows the man, hawks, as he patters around with his coffee, as he eases back onto the bed, as he takes his few sips.
this isn't the sort of situation that he's ever been in before--and never planned to be in it, either. most of the times he's gotten drunk, he's been safe on his own living room floor, or ferried home in a taxi away from an izakaya after a company dinner. waking up to a handsome man naked in his bed is entirely unexpected.
but, if they're sharing names-- ) Hayakawa.
( another soft pass of smoke, thoughtful. ) Hayakawa Aki.
( it's not impolite, and certainly not tinged with any disgust--it's more like he's reading questions off a script, polite, as he lets the cigarette hang between his knuckles-- )
What are you?
( a human? a devil? hybrid? in the end, it likely doesn't matter, in a place like this. but it would give him some peace of mind; he's never seen wings like these, soft, like something's happened to them--there's a slow swallow, and then he tilts his head back against the headboard. )
...It's not out of spite. You look injured.
( if not at his back, then maybe it's the look in his eyes--like he keeps expecting the world to fall down around them. )
[Hayakawa Aki. It's a good name. Hawks lets his eyes linger at Hayakawa's face for a few moments, and then down his throat and body, head tilting slightly to the side, reading his body language as if he could get some kind of insight into him. He doesn't look nervous, that's the first thing he really notices. Hayakawa hasn't acted like this is weird or awkward or anxiety inducing at all, just maintained that calm demeanor, asked questions like he was investigating, enough that Hawks wonders for a moment if he's new here too or if he's been here for a while now.
Wonders if he's used to this, or if he's just that composed as a person. If he is just that composed, Hawks thinks for a moment that it's almost painfully attractive.]
What am I?
[Raising a brow, he chuckles softly, and shakes his head.]
Human being, but I guess you could call me a heteromorph, couldn't you? At least back in my world. The wings are my Quirk. I can fly and control the feathers.
[A little shrug, and the smile fades a little when Hayakawa says he looks injured.]
A little. It's just a light scorching.
[Waving a hand, he tries to brush it off, head still tilted and eyes half-closed, a smile on his face. Tries not to think too much about where he'd been before this, the fact he's not even sure he's alive back home anymore.]
They'll grow back. The feathers. They're already doing it a little, see.
[Twisting, he brushes fingers over his feathers, straightening them a little where they're crooked, shivering slightly at the contact.]
( now that's curious. there's another small pass of smoke past his lips, considering; a heteromorph. that's not a term that they use, which means that--'in my world', hawks had said, hadn't he? meaning that there's multiple worlds. multiple places. that not everyone here is from where he's from, or even close to it.
that realization isn't fully sudden: he'd been considering it as an idle possibility, but now, hawks has made it a reality. with a soft nod of his chin-- )
A human being, then. ( that at least reserves his hatred--and means that he'll carry on like this, polite enough, cool and composed. ) I've never seen one with wings like yours.
( and curious, that they're growing back in--though it's not the first time he's seen something like that, it does make him wonder-- )
What's your occupation? ( he considers apologizing for the multitude of questions, but then decides against it. leaving his cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside table, he takes up his coffee cup again; there's a slow swallow, letting the heat roll down his throat. ) I ask because of your injuries. It seems like you do something dangerous.
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this isn't the sort of situation that he's ever been in before--and never planned to be in it, either. most of the times he's gotten drunk, he's been safe on his own living room floor, or ferried home in a taxi away from an izakaya after a company dinner. waking up to a handsome man naked in his bed is entirely unexpected.
but, if they're sharing names-- ) Hayakawa.
( another soft pass of smoke, thoughtful. ) Hayakawa Aki.
( it's not impolite, and certainly not tinged with any disgust--it's more like he's reading questions off a script, polite, as he lets the cigarette hang between his knuckles-- )
What are you?
( a human? a devil? hybrid? in the end, it likely doesn't matter, in a place like this. but it would give him some peace of mind; he's never seen wings like these, soft, like something's happened to them--there's a slow swallow, and then he tilts his head back against the headboard. )
...It's not out of spite. You look injured.
( if not at his back, then maybe it's the look in his eyes--like he keeps expecting the world to fall down around them. )
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Wonders if he's used to this, or if he's just that composed as a person. If he is just that composed, Hawks thinks for a moment that it's almost painfully attractive.]
What am I?
[Raising a brow, he chuckles softly, and shakes his head.]
Human being, but I guess you could call me a heteromorph, couldn't you? At least back in my world. The wings are my Quirk. I can fly and control the feathers.
[A little shrug, and the smile fades a little when Hayakawa says he looks injured.]
A little. It's just a light scorching.
[Waving a hand, he tries to brush it off, head still tilted and eyes half-closed, a smile on his face. Tries not to think too much about where he'd been before this, the fact he's not even sure he's alive back home anymore.]
They'll grow back. The feathers. They're already doing it a little, see.
[Twisting, he brushes fingers over his feathers, straightening them a little where they're crooked, shivering slightly at the contact.]
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that realization isn't fully sudden: he'd been considering it as an idle possibility, but now, hawks has made it a reality. with a soft nod of his chin-- )
A human being, then. ( that at least reserves his hatred--and means that he'll carry on like this, polite enough, cool and composed. ) I've never seen one with wings like yours.
( and curious, that they're growing back in--though it's not the first time he's seen something like that, it does make him wonder-- )
What's your occupation? ( he considers apologizing for the multitude of questions, but then decides against it. leaving his cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside table, he takes up his coffee cup again; there's a slow swallow, letting the heat roll down his throat. ) I ask because of your injuries. It seems like you do something dangerous.