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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[For moment there is only silence, until the ‘director’ starts shouting about how perfect this is, fate had delivered the perfect co-star, etc. He calls cut as well, and Aurelia struggles to make herself move away from the warmth provided by Reira. A brief whine escapes her, sending more cool air across the other woman’s throat before she steps away.
It would be a lie to say the words hadn’t gotten to her. And her expression is hurt and confused as she looks away towards the director and his quiet fight with the creepy man he’d cast for her ‘victim’ first.]
There’s no need to be rude… I have no intention of hurting you. I’m not a monster. Just…
[Hungry, lonely, horny, suffering from suit influence. ]
Honestly, Uta is relieved that she doesn’t see to be so surprised by the well…surprise. She shyly sets the dildo aside, shifting so she can draw her knees up to her chest.
“Maybe I should have expected it.” Maybe. She was a bit sheltered and while she can certainly recognize what a penis is, she certainly lived with a bunch of men for a while, but wha was she supposed to do with it? In public that is. At least her theater friend seemed to brush off with an air of nonchalance.
“Have you been here long?” She was so relieved to be somewhere new that she didn’t really take in exactly what was around her.
[ she greets his smile with one of her own. far wider and warmer, of course, and one that speaks of a fondness born out of familiarity. he had helped her once, after all. a great deal, in fact, and manuela is not the type of woman to forget such kindness so easily.
even if most of his motivation for doing it was out of boredom. ]
Oh, what brings me anywhere? The culture, the company. I think we can agree that the only thing close to culture in this cave are the fungi growing along those walls, and since I am not one for mushrooms, we can then assume I'm here for the other thing.
[ you, sylus. she's here for you. ]
What's got you so down? Not your costume, certainly. I think the silver is quite fetching on you.
[Matoba's guesses aren't far off the mark on several points. Guess it's because Yato himself is just so transparent, wearing his heart on his sleeve when it comes to dealing with people. He may not be big on delving into his past, but he's generally open about his feelings and who/what he is. There's no sense in lying, for one, and for another he has the pride of a god. Little god, big ego.
He's definitely out of his element with all the depravity running rampant around the resort, but thankfully he adapts quickly.]
I haven't encountered any ayakashi yet, but I can definitely believe that they'd inhabit a place like this, where resentments and longings are at play every day
my hands are a bit tied without a weapon, but I'd be happy to do what I can to help quell any unruly spirits. do they tend to congregate anywhere in particular, or is the whole place infested with them? it'd be good to know where to best focus my efforts to start with
['Whomever is nearest' is a blond man in a similar robe, though his is a brilliant green and strangely seems to be of a much nicer quality. He's also currently trying to... trace some symbols on the window with his finger and a cup of water, heedless of the fact that one of the owl-headed security guys is staring directly at him as he does so. It's hard to make out exactly what he's drawing (not least because the water keeps running), but although it's circular, it's far more intricate than doodling a simple smiley face on the glass. Even though there's what looks like a large, singular eye in the middle of the circle.
Without looking up from his work, Natori answers dryly:] Not me, actually. You didn't happen to go wandering around the woods at night, did you? Or stumble across a path that wasn't there yesterday?
[Matoba's head inclines just enough when Natori exasperatedly raises his Watch to confirm-- yes, that is exactly what he means. But he isn't surprised when the other man's disbelief comes. After all, it is so like him to have not considered the end-game, the implications of those absurd rules.]
[Still, his derision is absorbed easily by Matoba's immovable gaze. He holds Natori's, conveying the natural obviousness of the answer.]
You will play, [He says, unwavering,] As all who are brought here. That is this realm's "law".
[Men did not choose whether or not to engage with the games of ayakashi. Like Ten Loony Nights, like shadow tag, like any other- humans might outsmart them, they may win by their rules, but no matter what, men were beholden to the whims of those unknowable beings called ayakashi.]
[The "Peacock", the "house", and all the trumps, too.]
well, familiar in a sense. they have yet to meet face to face, but like caleb had done for him, he too had glimpsed this man's profile, and it would be difficult not to recognize such a handsome face, and that hair, a lovely shade of auburn red. dan heng dips his head in greeting. ]
I remember, yes. Caleb Widogast, correct?
[ pulling his dark hair over his shoulder and out of the way to that it won't tangle in caleb's fingers, dan heng waits patiently while those quick fingers set to work. of course, the ties give way immediately beneath caleb's touch - typical, in this place. the clothing was perhaps enchanted in some way..
no matter. it's taken care of now. dan heng huffs a soft sound like a dry laugh. ]
[Unfamiliar. A momentary rouse, he shifts his leg under the sheets, one arm tucked beneath a pillow, only to snap awake at the sensation. This doesn't feel like his bed! Bakugo snaps upright in a feline spasm, one arm flung out in front of himself, other hovering to the side as his legs tent at the knees. Adrenaline floods, everything around him instantly failing to make any familiar sense. A cramped but luxurious trailer?! Lights surround a vanity, a door to the further end leads to a glass shower, a closet barely shut slots into the wall, and here he is at this end of the trailer, sitting in a bed full of fur-printed sheets and blankets, stuffed with pillows against a plush headboard, and dressed in a... cheap faux-fur robe with a pair of sheer boxer briefs.
Shit! That means-!!
Well, if you haven't woken up already from someone jostling the sheets and bed beside you, you're getting woken up with a smack on the shoulder (or head) and an angry voice barking out-] Oy! Wake up!
💥 ➋ HIRED HENS
[They're being followed. He feels in in the back of his head, eyes boring between his shoulder blades. Even U.A. had classes and lessons to inform new heroes about the scourge known as paparazzi. Sneaking cameras outside car windows, lurking behind bushes, barging into interviews with microphones and notepads, or calling out for attention. Doesn't make them any less problematic to deal with here and Bakugo bristles under his shirt. Yeah, he senses one of them. If he looks, they're gonna see his attention shift and notice he can tell. Feel free to go off one of the following:
1) Chase [Bakugo leans forward, leading with his head and shoulders as he moves, and deliberately knocks his shoulder into the other guest he was talking with a moment ago.] Keep your mouth shut and start walking. [A growl to avoid grabbing their arm and thus give the bird-brained photographer a shot. He picks up his pace, making sure his partner is with him as they move through the backstage area. It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to sound behind them and no less than three humming-bird-headed people swarm out from behind different hiding spots. And they intend to get their shots! Better run!]
2) Engage [This bastard's creeping up behind them. Red eyes narrow beneath the shadows of his choppy bangs, focusing on a reflective pane of glass beside his partner's head. Yeah, there's that long-beaked bastard poking out from the shelter of a tree prop. Bakugo curls his fingers and what appears to be a cluster of crackling fireworks surrounds his hand, tiny bursts that pop orange and yellow with faint circles of smoke in their wake. Movement behind- He instantly twists around, hand hauled back, and slams his arm forward-] PISS OFF AND DIE!! [*KABOOM!!* Was that a stick of dynamite or a full grenade? Either's a good comparison to the explosion Bakugo crashes into the paparazzi's hiding spot!]
3) Chat [Bakugo crosses his arms across his chest, simmering as he glowers at the bird-headed man across from him. He shoots a dark glare at the other guest, someone who apparently didn't want to run from the bastard or dispatch them violently. Instead they want to talk with this piece of shit?!] You can't be fucking serious! [What do they want, an interview, some spicy picture, an inside scoop? Well guess what, you've got one, beside one of the worst interview candidates possible. Good luck!]
♥️ ACTOR RESUME & COSTUME DEPARTMENT.
💥 ➊ ROLE REGISTER
BAKUGO KATSUKI
Height: 172cm (5'7½") Weight: Not saying Age: 18 Eye color: Red Hair color: Ash Blond
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• ACTION HERO!! • Law Enforcement • Villain WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!! • Adventurer • Overlord • Athlete
KINKS & FETISHES
• Superpowers • Active Partners • Multiple Rounds • Wrestling • Toys SHUT UP!!
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Explosion Generation • Skilled combatant and intellect • Housekeeping • He can bench you • Stamina's crazy • Quick refractory period
💥 ➋ PICK OUT YOUR DUDS
[Even in a world obsessed with heroes, movies are still a massive thing. Bakugo always dreamed of becoming a hero ever since he could remember, but he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought of starring in a movie. Hey, even All Might appeared in commercials! And they made movies about heroes all the time, some even casting the hero it was about! The idea of playing a role in a film instantly fueled a clash between his pride (knowing how the peacock operates) and his ambition (wanting to see what a lead role was like). Ultimately he got swept in and obliterated the opposition for roles in the Lord of the Wings: the Dragon Lord or the Heroic Leader. Either one is gonna see him wearing a similar costume for the production.
Bakugo sweeps a lurid red cape around his shoulders, tucking the furry ruff around his neck before locking it with a clasp under the necklaces draped over his collar and bare chest. With everything else of the costume set in, he takes to walking around the dressing area, getting used to how the pants and boots feel along with the weight of sword and dagger. It's a weird feeling, since he grew out of wanting to wear a cape as a hero, and he doesn't have bouncy things banging into his hips or chest. But slowly he gets used to them. At least... until it comes time to take the damn things off. No matter how much he tries to pull the clasp apart and shuck the belt, neither of them fucking move! Even the boots aren't coming off.
Are you nearby? Good!] Oy! Get the fucking scissors! [...] The hell are you looking at?! The sword's a prop, idiot! [It can't/won't cut shit!]
♣️ LORD OF THE WINGS.
💥 ➊ A FANTASTICAL FILM
[With the shout of "ACTION" several minutes behind them, the scene's well underway. Amid smoke and lava and a room with temperatures rising, Bakugo the Dragon Lord stands before a throne of dark and orange crystal, dressed in ferocious garb. The lord of all he sees, possessing and demanding more, he's gotten rather into character of this monster. Is that the costume he's been wearing all this time? Maybe.
But if you're not sure, Bakugo's become more or less the role he plays, red eyes burning down at the latest "bride" brought up from the village. Judging, evaluating, sizing up this offering amid the heated room. A massive nest of smooth crystal lies to one side, a giant bed of assorted furs and blankets on the other, both flanking the grand sweltering throne room that is the Dragon Lord's den. One hand grips the sword at his side, fanged teeth baring in a wicked grin that wavers in the steam. His other hand curls and a few sparks pop and snap, tiny explosions bursting over his palm.]
Che. You think you're passable? Those shitty extras. Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you here and now.
[Play your part well and it'll be a hell of a scene.]
💥 ➋ SHORT FILMS
[OOC: Bakugo won't be actively going for any roles in these, but I'm down for him getting yanked into one through hook or crook if you want to star alongside him in a raucous porno. We can have a brief discussion (PM me or comment below) if you want to plot something out, otherwise we can simply jump into the scene. Here are a few I'm keen to explore:
• ALIENS PROBED ME! • GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED • LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE • PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX • PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT • THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS • TOP ON TOP ACTION • WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
[OOC: Bakugo is 18. If you have specific ideas or questions on prompts or plots, send me a pm, drop a comment below, and we’ll hash it out. otherwise, feel free to wildcard it and we'll go from there. All prompt options can stay gen or go down a NSFW route. Permissions and preferences in journal. I'm always open to writing a unique starter for us if you'd prefer that. Texting threads enjoyed if you wanna respond to that resume up there!]
[Even now, Matoba is always surprised at how easy it is for him to lead ayakashi by the nose in this place, where his traitorous blood's reputation is unknown. For now, he should simply play nice and gauge this god's power and temperament, right?]
[And then, when he knows how he can make use of it...]
It's probably unwise to discuss the torrid details where it can observe, but the big one that rules this realm has gone into hiding for a little bit, it seems. To put it simply, there was some excitement a few weeks ago, and it slipped up. I am surprised it had the energy to spirit away any more victims so quickly.
[Arguably more important: the curses that it laid on people for managing to glimpse at its true form. A predictable outcome for laying eyes upon such a powerful malevolent ayakashi, but as far as Matoba is concerned, an acceptable risk for the chance to know his opponent.]
Maybe it's fortunate. We may have an opportunity to do some damage, or to plan more thoroughly while it is licking its wounds, but we do not know where it is now.
That aside, there are a lot of mischievous smallfry around, but they are mostly just pests- wandering hands, poltergeists in the paintings and mirrors. I find that they try to corner you in private areas- bathrooms, changing rooms and the like. You may be able to lure them out by acting defenseless and unawares.
[Natori's disbelieving look shifts to something more pensive, calculating, as Matoba drops that pronouncement. It's not as though Natori is a stranger to the idea of the little games that ayakashi become obsessed with-- this sort of thing is par for the course, if a little more... salacious than the sort that usually lands in his lap.
(Even Mitsuru, the one the Matoba clan had insisted would be perfect for Natori to track down and eliminate, was merely said to 'lure in young men' with the end goal left unstated.)
But Natori can see the contours of it. Like the Omibashira scam on a grand scale: lure in a bunch of weaker creatures, then feed off them. Why not a more parasitic relationship, something that could be devoured more slowly than a single feast? Sex was perfect for generating the sort of emotions that a particularly pernicious ayakashi could live off of for a long time. It's not the fact of the game that surprises him; it's that Matoba has resigned himself to playing it.
A creature powerful enough that the Matoba would bend along to their whims... it would be a god, or something strong enough as to be indistinguishable. Natori knows it could happen. What he doesn't know is why Matoba has already made the determination that they must play. Either this place is giving off some sign that Matoba can pick up that Natori can't, or he's had more time to investigate it, or both.
Instead of replying to either the explicit or implied statement that Matoba makes, Natori tilts his head to the side, considering.]
[Alas, Yato's a bit gullible when it comes to certain things, believing in everything from Santa to theme park mascots to fortune-telling. And with this being communication done over a network, he doesn't have any way of gauging this guy's honesty and nature beyond what he says in text.]
huh, these things are capable of reading what we write like this? that's pretty unusual for ayakashi where I'm from. although I suppose it could be attributed to a difference in worlds and thus the form they take. this major one sounds like it's a pretty nasty troublemaker if it's targeting multiple people
[Since usually they single out a particular human to attach themselves to in order to influence them. Very few are capable of mass possession.]
that sounds like a decent plan, provided we can locate it in time before it can recover its strength. although there's also the fact that an injured and cornered creature fights viciously
ah, now those sound like things that should be easy enough to handle, hehe! I'm pretty good at playing up the unsuspecting innocent victim, so I bet I could get rid of a bunch of these lesser ones on a daily basis. especially if the damn things do something annoying and piss me off. no mercy for punk ass nuisances!
[For a moment, Natori hears a girl call him 'master' and scold him for going off on his own somewhere, and he feels a powerful longing for his shiki, who address him like that all the time (criticisms included). He's been without them longer than this (he was without them this long just a few days ago), but not by much, and it's starting to sink in that he's going to be here for a lot longer than he first anticipated. Pour one out for the girls.
When Ishmael comes across him, he's decidedly out of costume (or rather, he convinced someone in wardrobe to let him walk off with something resembling his normal clothing, casual Western clothes that don't impede his movements if he has to suddenly run from something) and working his way through a complicated Birdbux drink that he picked out at random. Gotta stay hydrated.
When she calls out to him like she knows him, Natori's first assumption is: this is a costar in a film he's committed to but already forgotten about. Ishmael's behavior doesn't strike him as especially odd, or at least not noticeably so-- there are an awful lot of method actors around this hotel. He takes a deep swig of his drink to buy himself a little time to try to think of what movie he's late for, but he draws a blank.]
Ah, sorry-- which one is this? I can be in costume in 20 if we don't need complicated makeup.
(rolling with the punches is something he's good at! he's gotten used to it, knowing that sometimes things don't always work out the way that he would have liked. life can be fickle....even if he couldn't change that. whatever the case, she did need a bit to pull back together, and he was happy to provide her that chance. he has to be quick on his feet, you know! it came with the territory whenever his own life began going through more drastic changes, changes that should have caused him to lose that sunshine yet zack didn't.
he did ask a pretty dumb question, huh? but that was to help her, his smile does stay on his lips as vivid blues keep their attention on her face. tries to, anyway, despite the eyeful of her not wearing any underwear. if only because he didn't want to look somewhere he shouldn't be just yet, despite the intentions of the film.
depressingly enough, he can't remember the last time he stepped foot in an actual classroom.)
Oh? Sure, I'd love to see it!
(hopefully....he isn't signing up for anything too out there, right? while he stood up to take one of the nearby chairs from a desk and turn it around to look at her. those vivid blue eyes are all on her, attentive and focused. as usual, he displays his more doglike demeanor in his curiosity.
since the director didn't call for them to stop, he'll take it to mean that they're doing fine. better than having to start from the top again. he's had that kind of struggle from his acting chops needing some work, especially since he didn't always have the chance to do that kind of thing. he was expected to be on the frontlines, not do the things the turks do themselves.)
[Sometimes, all Shuichi needed was that nudge to focus him. Spite-motivated, Seiji had very early discovered that the best way to bring out his talents was by igniting that competitive spirit. A charmpoint, certainly. But at this point in their adulthoods, it was a chore. When, oh when was he ever going to improve past the point of these needless distractions...?]
[The acting. It was definitely the acting's fault. Of course he ran off trying to investigate with these wasteful parlor tricks of his, instead of his true skills.]
[At least it sinks in quickly. As to all it implies, Matoba doesn't offer anything. It's obvious enough, he thinks. They are all trapped here. He has information to offer- details that will paint a clearer picture of their opponent- but none of that is important until the big picture is understood. The question Natori finally settles on brings a small smile to Matoba's face, at last something a little more approving than impatience.]
Time is said to pass differently in ayakashi realms. I suppose that means that no one has noticed anything amiss, hm? I thought that perhaps I would be like Urashima-san, and return home after a century.
[But, going by the timekeeping in the resort... After a moment's consideration,] A little longer than a year, I suppose. One and a half?
(if he did apologize, zack might have even told him that he didn't have to. what happened was what happened. cissnei even tried. she gave them the means to get out of there, it's just a pity it didn't work out the way that everyone would have liked. weren't they all rooting for him to live? those that knew him, anyway. they did everything that they could have while hoping for the best, with some likely knowing that there was no way zack would live.
so he won't mention it, he doesn't know if reno does know what happened. he doesn't even know tseng is there, nor does he know rude is and a lot more than just them. but it doesn't stop him, not from being who he used to be. talking like they used to. going over things, while rude would have back then more than likely stood by almost seeming uninterested in these two chatter boxes talking.
a resort, huh? zack's brows raised in response, that he didn't expect. he knew about films, but not about acting in them necessarily, since this wasn't a requirement for his work in the field.)
Jeez, you'd think that it would stick with one setting, right? Sounds like it's confusing.
(because zack can admit one thing to himself, it sounds complicated to keep up with. not even from him waking up in some trailer and everything else involved. whoever comes up with this has a sick sense of humor, he can admit that to himself while his gaze goes from the makeup tray back to reno.)
Oh, me? I got some leopard print robe and matching tighty-whitey's, near had everything hanging out from it. Can say it chaffed since it didn't feel that comfortable.
(yeah, that. sounds right for zack, focusing on the less negative things that could have come from the circumstances. the paparazzi must have been having a field day with him, trying to at least hide the "goods" enough.)
I don’t plan to do anything quick with you darling~
[Announces Aurelia as she flourishes the ‘prop’ dueling sword in her hand. Having traded for her usual dress for a more ‘practical’ top and skirt that nonetheless makes her feel like she should be standing on a parade float instead of in this dreary wet hall. The stance she settles in as she raises her blade and begins a slow approach is just as well practiced as Texas’s, a fact she notes with some excitement.
Proper violence is far more enjoyable than acting.
The problem is instead that Aurelia is a very good actress. She walks the walk, and even put on a hint of an accent that made the producers go ‘Excellente’ in horrible imitations. Were it not for the impossibility of it, she could pass for Siracusian with a little more effort.]
Come, don’t leave a girl waiting.
[And with a mocking sword salute, Aurelia is darting across the room to swing a strike straight for Texas’s throat.]
[ There's the slightest of falters that runs through the hero's body when she calls that name, and if Aerith wasn't sure before, she knows now. Zack is—
He calls for her in return, and very suddenly, she's not sure how she feels. It's a complex mess of emotions that strikes her all at once, a suddenness to their swell that would have even the most practiced of therapeutic practioners concerned for her mental state.
Anger and grief, of course, come foremost, as they always do when she thinks of him. The man she loved so dearly disappeared on her, and then he died—but he's also here, in this resort, and he's clearly alive, and even if that means he's come here from a different time in his past to her, there's some relief, some real joy to it.
But even that joy comes hand in hand with the concern that he's found himself here, that he's trapped in this resort, forced to bend hismelf to its twisted whims...
And then there's guilt. Sickening, twisting. He's been gone for years, dead for months, of course she was going to move on—and yet here's here and he's alive... so, how could she have moved on? How could she have given her first time—and so many times since—
Ugh. No. She needs to put that thought aside, right now. There wasn't anything she could do about that, and she knows it. And right now—
(There's confusion, too. Insidious, heart-gripping. Whispering her love for him even as she's been longing for another..)
—But right now, none of that matters, because he's given up on the script altogether, he's running for her, and the flowers in this world may not speak to her, but in that instant she knows what he means to do, not to mention how and why it won't work, and she— ]
Zack, no—
[ He reaches her, and of course the chains don't give, and the knight continues to bear down on him, and "Cut!!!!" the director yells in exasperation, and Aerith shakes her head, fondness and concern alike in her eyes as she looks up at him.
(And how she wishes she could reach out, touch his face, but her hands are bound tight...) ]
I'll explain everything later, [ she whispers instead, even as the director starts to go on a rant about following the script and not playing the damn hero. ] But Zack... you know what kind of place this is, don't you? I'm not really a captive or anything, but.. there's only one way I'm getting out of these, you know? That's how they were designed...
[ That's what they agreed to when they put their names on the dotted line of a movie called "FUCK THE PRINCESS: ADVENTURER'S VIRGINITY GIVEN ON HEROIC MISSION, anyway. ]
[ Gasps and disgruntled sounds arise from the crowds swarming the red carpet. The sea of people scatters as someone weaves through them. Finally, the culprit stumbles out, running straight for the woman on the red carpet.
There's a furious flash of camera lights and the deafening sound of whirring shutters, but Minato doesn't pay them any mind, far too focused on reaching the red carpet. He's dressed in his own navy suit, eyes wide as if he's not entirely sure he can believe his eyes. ]
You -- I looked everywhere --
[ The crowd's abuzz again. Who was this guy? What was his relationship to the woman who'd just been strolling down the carpet? ]
[As annoying as it is to have Matoba condescend to him about something as basic as the weird flow of time in ayakashi realms, as if he's still a green teenager showing up to an exorcism with his school bag stuffed full of supplies from the storehouse, it's at least confirmation of what he had suspected. So Matoba has been playing this "game" for quite a while...
He keeps his face at dismissive exorcist neutral, but he can't stop his eyes from widening in surprise once Matoba explains just how long 'a while' it's been. There's no point in asking if he's sure, or if he's serious; Natori knows that he is, and besides-- what exactly is there to say about it? Matoba has been... having sex with a bunch of normal human beings trapped in an ayakashi realm for over a year? So it would seem. It would explain the way he approached Natori, at least.]
...I can confirm that the head of the Matoba clan has not been missing for a year and a half. [Even if the clan were covering it up (they would, obviously.), they would never be able to hide it for that long. Putting aside the fact that he had seen Matoba in person fairly recently, with the whole mess with Ban and Natsume in the pottery village.] Though I have no doubt that Nanase-san and the others could cover for you for quite a while if they needed to.
[Was a a "saintess" character supposed to be so exposed? While the dress has a long, flowing skirt that covers her legs, it's simply two long straps of sheer fabric, carefully layered to just barely hide what's underneath, and the rest of her skin is woefully exposed. Clara grips the prop staff she was handed like a lifeline. She parts her lips and the voice-over plays, a voice that isn't her own, but a script and instructions they needed to play in order to get this over with.]
"Esteemed Lady Wolf. I have come to seek your help... I need warriors to challenge the terrible dragon who has taken all the women from my village as brides."
[At least the person she had been put to act against was someone she was familiar with. As the days passed, she found herself more and more eager to see familiar faces. It may have something to do with how the heart suit plainly visible against her throat is a much more distinct red than when they first met.]
[Kindred were all weak to True Faith, the kind of godliness found in rare people, but not every one was uniformly damaged by, say, a church. Churches could be impure and it was truly based on someone's blood if they felt comfortable in one or not. Clara had spent quite some time at a church, before, especially when someone mentioned there may be mummified relics in the building.]
[The idea of the priest being corrupted or not lends to a True Faith interpretation. Although to be faithful enough to burn a kindred at a single bite... That would likely be some sort of sainthood.]
[The smut on screen is one thing. Although Clara can never associate the trappings of feeding with eroticism she know it's common enough. There are people who only feed by luring kine in with their bodies. The body being stripped and stained with blood is distasteful but,]
[Pink. Had she perhaps used power to look flushed? Had she eaten recently? Is she...]
Does it make you hungry?
[A rude question, perhaps, but far less revealing than asking anything about how human or lifelike she could appear.]
[The power of faith is far less subtle in Aurelia’s home world, to the point where the idea of there being a corrupted church is more or less impossible for her to fathom. And a priest without holy power capable of burning her just as ridiculous. ]
[Better not to bother them at all.]
[The question sends more red to her cheeks, the look she levels at Clara one of pure embarrassment, one she hides by futzing with her gift bag before responding with a nod.]
I don’t need blood, but it’s an easy thing to crave. Especially in a place like this.
[She’ll elaborate if Clara pushes, but it’s clear she considers it a sensitive an intimate topic… considering their in a porno theater she supposes this is the right place for it.]
[She's certainly happy that her unvoiced request is met. If she had to admit how happy it was she would want to lock herself in her room for a week. If someone saw her daring to look so quietly pleased-]
[-well, most people would leave it alone. There's at least one person, though, who would quickly use that as something to leverage. Her caution of that chance is lessening, though, being beaten by the satisfaction the feeling brings. If she admits she likes the touch, or if she dares admit it feeling good, she could also make the poor person stuck working as staff uncomfortable.]
[She can't have that and while she's considering how quickly she can find a way to ruin her hair on-set so she's sent back here instead- he suggests working on her make-up.]
Yes. [she answers far too quickly] Yes, that would be more comfortable than going to another person.
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