【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
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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[It's unfortunate for Bakugo that he's woken up alongside one (1) clingy god, who has decided in his sleep to latch onto the kid like an oversized teddy bear, complete with legs wrapping around him as though he's some kind of human-shaped octopus. Even getting thwapped upside the head doesn't seem to do more than earn a grunt from the sleeping Yato, and make him bury his face into Bakugo's side with a heavy sigh.
Murmuring under his breath, snuggles up closer.]
Five more minutes.....
[Good luck extricating yourself this time, Bakugo. With his godly strength, there may be no escape!]
[Who the hell is this asshole?! Bakugo's expression wrenches into a pissed off snarl, half disgusted, half enraged. He doesn't just let anyone wrap around him like a goddamn octopus!! Arms snaked about his back, legs tangling with his own despite his attempts to tug them backwards. Half-wrapped up in sheets as it is doesn't help either!
What the hell?! This guy's squeezing him tighter, and he's fucking strong! Was that his goddamn spine?!]
I said wake the fuck up! [Snaps, pops, a flaring light rapidly glowing orange yellow white as his palm blazes in charged up--
KA-BOOOM!
The entire trailer from the outside squishes downward before hopping upward in an arc, windows abruptly blasting outward as a massive explosion obliterates... um... everything?! It crashes back down with a thud on its wheels, smoking and creaking as sheet pieces and now-burnt pillows flop around its smoldering interior.
[Blissfully unaware in his happy little dreamland, probably include shrine maidens or at least Hiyori, Yato doesn't notice the ire growing in his bunkmate until it's far, far too late for any apologies or excuses. He's comfortable and happy to have a warm body instead of his usual oversized capyper plush to glom onto, and precious little is going to get him to let up.
Thankfully for Bakugo, his explosions are one of those few things capable of dislodging a stubborn god. As the boom echoes forth and blows out the window and lights up the pillows and sheets, it also serves to weaken Yato's hold, enough to the point that he can tumble out of bed with a startled yelp.]
WAAAAAAAHHH--!!
[Although in his infinite wisdom, he latches onto the nearest thing - that being Bakugo's foot - and yanks the guy down onto the floor with him into a tangled heap. Thankfully he hasn't managed to reattach himself to his companion, but they're still a mess of limbs and bodies and tattered sheets with feathers floating about while bird heads peek inside on every side to see what's going on.]
Takemikazuchi, if that's you, I'm busting your chops!!
[Not much of threat coming from a skinny, burnt guy with tousled hair and in nothing save a robe and shiny gold boxers.]
[Bakugo's left standing on the bed amid a veil of smoke, fingers clawed and palms snapping with a few more lingering explosions. Not even breathing hard despite the intensity of his blast. So he destroyed a trailer! That's what this shithole place gets for dumping him out of his personal bed and into the arms of some unknown stranger without asking! Shitty chicken.
At least he WAS standing on the bed, before a hand grabs his foot and yanks. Red eyes widen, teeth, grit, and he almost collapsed onto his back foot as one leg jerks out in front of him. A hand slams into the wall, dropping onto his heel in an uncomfortable stretch as he lands on his ass on the bed. Half hauled onto the floor with this stupid stranger! Who... doesn't look too torn up from the explosion. Minor scuffs but no real damage. Only tangled around his leg like a fucking octopus STILL!][As for those owls looking into the now-exploded windows.] FUCK OFF!!
[KABOOMM!! Sends them scurrying away. Apparently everything's fine in that trailer?]
[Having no idea where the explosions are coming from (this kid, maybe??), Yato does the sensible thing and ducks and covers with one hand while the other latches on to Bakugo with the intention of getting him down to safety if he can. That's half the reason he tugs on the bare leg, the other half being that, shit, he's startled!!
And when it becomes apparent, that yes, the blond is the source of the booms and bangs, he wisely lets up and scrambles to his feet, crispy and burnt but otherwise unharmed. For a moment he just stands there and gawks at the kid, then pouts, before dusting himself offer irritably. His nice robe...!
Wait, robe...?]
What the--
[Twisting and turning, he examines his new attire, going slightly pink at the shiny gold boxers but grateful the robe covers most of him. He's not shy, exactly. A little self-conscious around strangers, maybe, but not shy. Which is why he then gives Bakugo a once over before sheepishly scratching at his chin where some soot is.]
[He braces his leg against the floor so Yato can't haul him any further place, even if it does make him wobble from the effect. Dammit! He didn't need that jostling! Lowering his arms, shoulders rising and falling with slightly heavier breathing (from being angry not from being tired) Bakugo scowls into the smoke, red eyes blazing down at the guy below him.
Then tugs his leg away to avoid getting clawed at when a scrambling figure pulls to his feet. Tch, some new bastard. He's never seen him around the resort before. Another kidnapped victim. Shit. Got dumped in here with a newbie. Bakugo shoves his hands on his hips, scowl etched permanently on his face.
And there he goes, freaking out about suddenly being in clothes he 100% didn't fall asleep in. Oy! Stop gawking at him!]
[Well, at least one of them seems relatively calm given the strange situation? Hopefully this guy has some semblance of an idea of what the fuck is going on, because Yato sure as hell doesn't. Though it seems like he's not the most friendly of folks... Not with that glare and those fierce red eyes. If he wasn't a god, he might actually be a little frightened.
Not one for touching, either, it seems. Understandable, given their state of undress. So Yato hastily keeps his hands to himself, offering a sheepish wave as a friendly greeting while he tries to smile. It's definitely on the nervous side given the kid seems capable of blasting the shit out of things, including him. At the question, he pauses to delve into his memory, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts.]
Taking a break from training with a friend... Which-- [He glances around hurriedly, panic setting in.] --have you seen a katana? Or my clothes? I kinda need him.
[Another new guy. Dammit, now he has to go through the entire introduction spiel and get looked at like he's fucking crazy. Couldn't he have crash landed with someone else?! Like hell is he going to give him a massive information dump either. Straight and to the point, if the guy even bothers asking about it. Che, who's he kidding? He'll ask. Everyone asks.
Bakugo steps off the bed into the trailer proper. What of it remains in the blown-out husk. He checks his own robe, mostly smoky and a bit scuffed, but hardly reaching a tattered state. The hell is this? His initial glance around the trailer and a new one now pick out a few more details. Looks like some kind of actor's trailer for a movie. There's the vanity, the closet, the lack of "living arrangements" a mobile home would have...
Shit, is this the theme the hotel's going for this month?]
You're not gonna find shit. This place takes all that crap when you get here.
[Clothes, weapons, gear, everything that isn't natural to their bodies and DNA.]
[New, nosy, and blissfully naive when it comes to what they're in for at this place. Though thankfully distracted by his missing weapon to the point he's started searching everywhere from the sheets to under the bunks to the mirror-lined toilet/shower stall just to be certain he didn't get stuffed in there haphazardly by some lazy bum.
Though once Bakugo states that looking's no good, he stops crawling around and climbing on things to reach the backs of cupboards in order to glance the kid's way. He's not quite sure what to make of this development, except to frown deeply with something between irritation and worry. Doesn't this just figure...]
Dammit... Do you mean they have our stuff stashed somewhere, or they left it behind?
[That's an important distinction, one he needs to be sure of.]
Aah. My weapon's a human soul who turns into a blade and a set of clothes. That's why I need to find him-- he can't change back on his own.
[Whether that sounds crazy or not... well, it's the truth. Right not Yato's not even thinking about how bizarre he must be coming off.]
What the hell are you doing?! [Why is he looking all over the place like a frantic rat when he just told his stupid face those things aren't here?! Bakugo grabs a hem of his robe and yanks it, checking the material. Cheap despite it's gaudy nature. Great. And he blew up the majority of the trailer itself. Leaving Yato to rummage, he heads for the closet and yanks the door open. Time to see if anything survived the blast...
Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.
What's it look like? [Looking, duh!! If not for his shinki, then for his clothes, his cellphone, something! Just because some kid says so doesn't mean it's true. He could be mistaken or lying, though Yato can't imagine why he would. It'd be a lame prank to pull, even on a god. What would he gain by such trickery? A laugh? He doesn't seem the laughing sort...
But it seems that thus far the blond is right. No sign of any of his stuff. How irritating... And what's with the weird getup in the numerous closets? They seem like costumes or raunchy underwear! There's a naughty police man's uniform, for Pete's sake! Taking the thing out with a wrinkled nose, Yato lowers it slowly.]
Oh... That's... worrisome? Or maybe I should be relieved. Wait, where are we, anyway? [He finally ceases rummaging through the drawer under the bunk, sitting back on his heels to glance up at Bakugo curiously. It seems like this guy knows what's going on, at least. Time to get caught up to speed.]
[It was a rhetorical insult, dammit! He whisks through the clothes again and finally pulls out a few things he likes. Or tolerates. A pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark green overshirt. Casual, but of a higher quality. He's not walking around the damn place in some faux-fur robe and a pair of boxer briefs to his name!
Bakugo glances at the outfit Yato pulls from the closet he's invading and makes a derisive noise. Of course he picks the slutty cop duds while digging for something to wear. If he doesn't mind ass-less chaps, the pants would be a decent wear. His own jeans have a few cutouts over mesh, but nothing immediately noticeable along the design.]
It's called the Golden Peacock. It's a trap disguised as a resort. [And here comes the "fun" part of telling Yato all about a shitty sex resort. Don't expect him to answer everything; he'll give Yato the basics and let him pester other people for the rest. With a quick tug, he pulls the shirt on.]
[Punk ass. He knows what it was and chose to blatantly ignore it, probably to illicit exactly that kind of response. He feels like bickering right now, given the circumstances. Snubbing his nose at the kid, he too continues rifling through the various outfits, choosing a fun shift with a shiny gold peacock design on it and a pair of loose fit navy shorts. Casual but kind of tacky.
Not minding there being company, he hurriedly stuffs himself into his chosen attire, straightening the shirt out as Bakugo finishes with his simple explanation. That... sounds rather ominous. But it explains a bit?]
Great, so we're stuck in a giant roach motel? [He sounds somewhere between annoyed and excited. He's only ever been to a theme park before, never a resort, so if he's going to be trapped anywhere, this sounds like the place to be! Oh little does he know...]
[Clothes picked out, and this stranger seemingly set, Bakugo kicks open the trailer door (sussed out that's what their surroundings hinted at), and tromps down the little metal stairs. What the hell is this? Momentarily taken aback at everything hustling and bustling in front of him. A fucking movie set?! Backstage to a theater?! All this and more with people racing from one side to the other, racks of props or costumes carrying into another person's path, clipboards flipping papers over their tops, hands touching headsets and relaying information before lights swings upward over a stage.
Goddamn Peacock's putting on performances and he doesn't have to ask who's the star(s). They are. Probably some shitty porno, as if their entire lives here aren't playing one out already.]
Where the hell do you get a roach motel? [Those things are designed to kill, certainly without the entertainment and fare the resort provides. And he doesn't appreciate being inferred as a goddamn roach in the first place!]
[He's absolutely gunning for a fight, being a smartass and all. But this punk kid is bringing out his more childish side that wants to be a dick and mess with him. Seeing as how they're both dressed finally - no more skimpy robes and underwear, thank goodness! - he starts to follow Bakugo, although he takes his time and pauses at the doorway, peering cautiously out at all the crazy goings on. He's never seen a movie set before, but her can get a rough idea given what their own trailer was like before a certain blond blew it to smithereens.]
Well, it sure ain't the Ritz! What kind of resort goes around kidnapping and trapping people, huh? [It's a bit overwhelming to see so many people racing this way and that, and given that unless this guy is spiritually sensitive, that means that everyone here might be able to see him... It makes Yato nervous enough to hesitate even with the barked orders.]
I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you're pushy and demanding...
[Despite his misgivings, he sidles up beside Bakugo, hands going into his pockets as he hunches his shoulders slightly and glances around.]
[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]
[Probably tempting fate with those words, but they're out there now. Too late to take them back, not that Yato wants to anyway. He's too preoccupied with marveling at the chaos around them, with people running this way and that and toting clothes and props around. There's plenty of others who look like they're in the same predicament as them, wearing skimpy robes or slinky clothes and sexy costumes. Although it's those owl-headed folks that make him do a double take, if only because they stand out a bit more than the glitzy attire.
Pushing off the burnt out trailer, Yato gingerly makes his way after Bakugo, wanting to at least keep close to someone until he's got a better grasp of the place. Not going to let on that he's a touch skittish when visible in large crowds, though...]
But-- [He glances at the Watch on his wrist with it's little welcome blurb, frowning as he glances back up at Bakugo's back.] So we're gonna get digested?
[That doesn't sound quite right, but with what little info the kid's giving him, it's all he's got. Picking up the pace, he falls in line beside Bakugo, fiddling with the Watch in an attempt to remove it. It doesn't seem to want to budge, though...]
[Growled in retort as Bakugo ducks around another rack of clothes. It's like dodging fucking traffic in here! Yato's retort continues needling him. He has no idea what this guy's abilities are or how tough he is. But he never approaches a challenge with the idea he'll lose in his head. Doing so means you've already lost! Death broached as a topic, he's gonna probably have to explain that shit to him before their first meeting here's up. Great. Another fun conversation.
Where the hell's the end of this set? He twists to the side and avoids a set of dancers rushing to their next appointment. Mixing old-school sandbags and crosshatch rigging with modern wires and hydraulics, seems like every method of theater and movie making is in use back here. Yato better keep up because Bakugo's not (often) keeping tabs on his tagalong's whereabouts.]
No. I assume it feeds on our energy and emotions. [As headcase as it sounds, it makes the most sense compared to their alternatives. Maybe those who got turned to stone got "digested" in a sense, but Bakugo knows they've simply been sent back home. He won't accept any other result.] Stop messing with that; no one's gotten those things off even if they can lop off a damn hand or limb.
[Since he's lacking his own, it stands to reason the kid would be, too. Except that he seemed perfectly capable of creating explosions back in the trailer. Hmm... Maybe he shouldn't goad him so much in that case. Still, maybe he had firecrackers or something? Stranger things have already happened, that's for sure.
Hopping right through a rack of clothes rather than go around it, Yato can't help ogling said dancers a little bit, with their sparkly attire and feathered headdresses. It really is like a maze in here, with shit everywhere and hardly any open space that isn't being used in some manner or form. Thankfully Yato is nimble and flexible, dodging people and props alike.]
Oh, well that's not so bad, then. Provided it doesn't suck us dry. You sure don't seem like a husk, though~ [Given that ayakashi feed on negativity, it's not too bonkers of a notion to him. What's weirder is the watch, honestly. He gives it a final shake before giving up.] Seriously? Is it like... one of those GPS thingies?
Killing someone's pointless here. The hotel brings them back.
[Bakugo's not gonna waste his time and energy on a futile endeavor. This bastard can assume what he wants. His boots go from grinding on concrete and stepping atop wooden frames to a soft husk as he reaches plush carpeted halls and the resort more proper. This entire floor's completely consumed by movie sets and other theatrics, but the ground floor and lobby should be free of transformation. Minus the theming on restaurants and workers.
Of course this guy's still behind him. Didn't lose him in the hustle and bustle, unfortunately. Athletic, resilient, quick, reactive, there's more to this guy. He's not some fool getting blown up normally. Tch, great. Bakugo wasn't stopping to let him catch up though. No he was making sure the elevator wasn't getting ready to open and let out a rush into the damn hall. Right.]
It's a smart watch. [Do they have those in this guy's world? Assume not.] Think of it as a small computer strapped to your wrist. [Bakugo heads for the stairwell near the elevator.]
[Infinite respawns, huh...? Like gods being able to reincarnate. It's enough to get him frowning seriously in thought; for an ayakashi or entity to have that kind of power... It's either incredible or some kind of trick. Could it be that it's all just a dream...? It's one hell of a vivid dream, if that's the case.
Oh well. Either way, what matters is the here and now, and this place is getting more and more interesting as the movie set gives way to a more proper hotel experience, complete with carpets and golden halls. Like your average tourist, Yato can't help gawking as they walk, his eyes seeing yen signs in everything. Maybe he could sneak away with a chunk of gold pillar or something once he finds the exit...]
Aah... [He makes a noise of acknowledgement, but it's uncertain - clearly he's not sure what that entails, until Bakugo explains further, causing his eyebrows to raise.] They've really come a long way with computers, damn. I remember when they were big honking things that took up rooms. [Showing your age there, Yato. At least physically he's as nimble and spry as a kid, keeping up with Bakugo easily.]
Aa. But if it revives you, you lose all your chips, your rank falls to last, and whatever possessions you had are gone.
[Dying and coming back basically ruins a guest and removes all their "progress" in the resort. Thankfully their progress in Game 52 doesn't get reset, but like hell is Bakugo gonna tell this guy about all of that perverted crap. Someone else can inform him! He expects him to do the work in his head about killing based on what he just learned. Ironically, the victim who got killed is the one who pays the heavier price for the "inconvenience" of the resort reviving their dead ass.]
Haa? [Bakugo's expression wrinkles in a line from brow to nose to lips, a confused sneer thrown over his shoulder at Yato with a once over following.] What the hell are you, some geezer stuck in a teenage body?
Game over, hmm? That'd suck majorly. Talk about a waste of time and effort!
[So even if he can't strictly die permanently here, it's no good to go getting yourself killed for stupid reasons, it seems. Makes sense, but is a bummer all the same. He was kind of hoping that if they couldn't die they could just fight their way out of here. Makes sense they can't, though. It'd be too damn easy, and if this place thrives off them being captives, it wouldn't give them an easy out.]
Not a geezer! An ancient and noble god, I'll have you know! [It's said proudly, with a hand splayed on his chest and his nose slightly upturned. Rude punk...] So respect your elders a bit, why don't you! Otherwise I may be tempted to smite you for your insolence.
[Not really, but sometimes it's fun to play the part of a vengeful god.]
If you plan on making anything of yourself here, don't die.
[Those who have people they can rely on to take care of them and don't give a shit about money and possession, yeah, feel free to go Happy Death Day cause fuck the results. That is not most people.
The problem with fighting their way out is there's... no "way out" to go against. Things like the front door and windows to the outside are nonexistent as far as Bakugo's aware. There was a rumor/story about someone managing to break through the "outermost wall" and all he saw was endless void before getting sucked back in or sent back home as punishment. Bakugo's not sure if the tale's true or not. If Yato finds out more, feel free to talk plot with him.]
What the hell's "noble" about you? You got blown up and were ogling girls like a creepy old man! [What, you think he missed Yato giving the eye to those showgirls a moment back? AS if.]
Smite yourself and die. [He doesn't believe his ability to do any smiting, though notably doesn't seem to distrust his claims at being a god. Wouldn't be the first one here. Bakugo heads down the stairs, deliberately avoiding the elevator.]
I'm gonna rise up through the ranks and come out on top, so hah!
[He's nothing if not ambitious, if perhaps a touch overzealous and maybe a little delusional if he thinks things are going to be as simple as that.
If there being nothing but a void outside the resort proves true, that'll certainly put a damper on Yato's plans to force his way out of this place. But one never knows for sure unless they try, so! Nosy McNoserson is gonna snoop until he gets some kind of answers. It seems easier than simply playing the game for months on end all the time, anyway.]
I'll have you know there's plenty noble about me. I rescue souls and train them so they don't get eaten or corrupted! And hey, there's no shame in admiring the beauty life has to offer! [At least he keeps his hands to himself and isn't a total perv? Small wins...]
You just told me not to, you tsundere. [Not quite what Bakugo said, but hey, he's free to tease him about it. Once they're in the stairwell, he hops up on the handrail and starts sliding down on it, glancing at the kid as he passes him by.] How come you didn't take that elevator back there? That's what it was, wasn't it?
Welcome to the Lot and hiiii
Murmuring under his breath, snuggles up closer.]
Five more minutes.....
[Good luck extricating yourself this time, Bakugo. With his godly strength, there may be no escape!]
*spiderman pointing gif!!!* hiii!!
What the hell?! This guy's squeezing him tighter, and he's fucking strong! Was that his goddamn spine?!]
I said wake the fuck up! [Snaps, pops, a flaring light rapidly glowing orange yellow white as his palm blazes in charged up--
KA-BOOOM!
The entire trailer from the outside squishes downward before hopping upward in an arc, windows abruptly blasting outward as a massive explosion obliterates... um... everything?! It crashes back down with a thud on its wheels, smoking and creaking as sheet pieces and now-burnt pillows flop around its smoldering interior.
He makes his own luck, you shitty bone cracker!]
*points back!!* same games tastes haha!
Thankfully for Bakugo, his explosions are one of those few things capable of dislodging a stubborn god. As the boom echoes forth and blows out the window and lights up the pillows and sheets, it also serves to weaken Yato's hold, enough to the point that he can tumble out of bed with a startled yelp.]
WAAAAAAAHHH--!!
[Although in his infinite wisdom, he latches onto the nearest thing - that being Bakugo's foot - and yanks the guy down onto the floor with him into a tangled heap. Thankfully he hasn't managed to reattach himself to his companion, but they're still a mess of limbs and bodies and tattered sheets with feathers floating about while bird heads peek inside on every side to see what's going on.]
Takemikazuchi, if that's you, I'm busting your chops!!
[Not much of threat coming from a skinny, burnt guy with tousled hair and in nothing save a robe and shiny gold boxers.]
it works out well!
At least he WAS standing on the bed, before a hand grabs his foot and yanks. Red eyes widen, teeth, grit, and he almost collapsed onto his back foot as one leg jerks out in front of him. A hand slams into the wall, dropping onto his heel in an uncomfortable stretch as he lands on his ass on the bed. Half hauled onto the floor with this stupid stranger! Who... doesn't look too torn up from the explosion. Minor scuffs but no real damage. Only tangled around his leg like a fucking octopus STILL!][As for those owls looking into the now-exploded windows.] FUCK OFF!!
[KABOOMM!! Sends them scurrying away. Apparently everything's fine in that trailer?]
it does!
And when it becomes apparent, that yes, the blond is the source of the booms and bangs, he wisely lets up and scrambles to his feet, crispy and burnt but otherwise unharmed. For a moment he just stands there and gawks at the kid, then pouts, before dusting himself offer irritably. His nice robe...!
Wait, robe...?]
What the--
[Twisting and turning, he examines his new attire, going slightly pink at the shiny gold boxers but grateful the robe covers most of him. He's not shy, exactly. A little self-conscious around strangers, maybe, but not shy. Which is why he then gives Bakugo a once over before sheepishly scratching at his chin where some soot is.]
Uh... hi?
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Then tugs his leg away to avoid getting clawed at when a scrambling figure pulls to his feet. Tch, some new bastard. He's never seen him around the resort before. Another kidnapped victim. Shit. Got dumped in here with a newbie. Bakugo shoves his hands on his hips, scowl etched permanently on his face.
And there he goes, freaking out about suddenly being in clothes he 100% didn't fall asleep in. Oy! Stop gawking at him!]
What the hell's the last thing you remember?
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Not one for touching, either, it seems. Understandable, given their state of undress. So Yato hastily keeps his hands to himself, offering a sheepish wave as a friendly greeting while he tries to smile. It's definitely on the nervous side given the kid seems capable of blasting the shit out of things, including him. At the question, he pauses to delve into his memory, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts.]
Taking a break from training with a friend... Which-- [He glances around hurriedly, panic setting in.] --have you seen a katana? Or my clothes? I kinda need him.
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Bakugo steps off the bed into the trailer proper. What of it remains in the blown-out husk. He checks his own robe, mostly smoky and a bit scuffed, but hardly reaching a tattered state. The hell is this? His initial glance around the trailer and a new one now pick out a few more details. Looks like some kind of actor's trailer for a movie. There's the vanity, the closet, the lack of "living arrangements" a mobile home would have...
Shit, is this the theme the hotel's going for this month?]
You're not gonna find shit. This place takes all that crap when you get here.
[Clothes, weapons, gear, everything that isn't natural to their bodies and DNA.]
"Him"?
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Though once Bakugo states that looking's no good, he stops crawling around and climbing on things to reach the backs of cupboards in order to glance the kid's way. He's not quite sure what to make of this development, except to frown deeply with something between irritation and worry. Doesn't this just figure...]
Dammit... Do you mean they have our stuff stashed somewhere, or they left it behind?
[That's an important distinction, one he needs to be sure of.]
Aah. My weapon's a human soul who turns into a blade and a set of clothes. That's why I need to find him-- he can't change back on his own.
[Whether that sounds crazy or not... well, it's the truth. Right not Yato's not even thinking about how bizarre he must be coming off.]
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Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.
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But it seems that thus far the blond is right. No sign of any of his stuff. How irritating... And what's with the weird getup in the numerous closets? They seem like costumes or raunchy underwear! There's a naughty police man's uniform, for Pete's sake! Taking the thing out with a wrinkled nose, Yato lowers it slowly.]
Oh... That's... worrisome? Or maybe I should be relieved. Wait, where are we, anyway? [He finally ceases rummaging through the drawer under the bunk, sitting back on his heels to glance up at Bakugo curiously. It seems like this guy knows what's going on, at least. Time to get caught up to speed.]
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[It was a rhetorical insult, dammit! He whisks through the clothes again and finally pulls out a few things he likes. Or tolerates. A pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark green overshirt. Casual, but of a higher quality. He's not walking around the damn place in some faux-fur robe and a pair of boxer briefs to his name!
Bakugo glances at the outfit Yato pulls from the closet he's invading and makes a derisive noise. Of course he picks the slutty cop duds while digging for something to wear. If he doesn't mind ass-less chaps, the pants would be a decent wear. His own jeans have a few cutouts over mesh, but nothing immediately noticeable along the design.]
It's called the Golden Peacock. It's a trap disguised as a resort. [And here comes the "fun" part of telling Yato all about a shitty sex resort. Don't expect him to answer everything; he'll give Yato the basics and let him pester other people for the rest. With a quick tug, he pulls the shirt on.]
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[Punk ass. He knows what it was and chose to blatantly ignore it, probably to illicit exactly that kind of response. He feels like bickering right now, given the circumstances. Snubbing his nose at the kid, he too continues rifling through the various outfits, choosing a fun shift with a shiny gold peacock design on it and a pair of loose fit navy shorts. Casual but kind of tacky.
Not minding there being company, he hurriedly stuffs himself into his chosen attire, straightening the shirt out as Bakugo finishes with his simple explanation. That... sounds rather ominous. But it explains a bit?]
Great, so we're stuck in a giant roach motel? [He sounds somewhere between annoyed and excited. He's only ever been to a theme park before, never a resort, so if he's going to be trapped anywhere, this sounds like the place to be! Oh little does he know...]
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[Clothes picked out, and this stranger seemingly set, Bakugo kicks open the trailer door (sussed out that's what their surroundings hinted at), and tromps down the little metal stairs. What the hell is this? Momentarily taken aback at everything hustling and bustling in front of him. A fucking movie set?! Backstage to a theater?! All this and more with people racing from one side to the other, racks of props or costumes carrying into another person's path, clipboards flipping papers over their tops, hands touching headsets and relaying information before lights swings upward over a stage.
Goddamn Peacock's putting on performances and he doesn't have to ask who's the star(s). They are. Probably some shitty porno, as if their entire lives here aren't playing one out already.]
Where the hell do you get a roach motel? [Those things are designed to kill, certainly without the entertainment and fare the resort provides. And he doesn't appreciate being inferred as a goddamn roach in the first place!]
Get out of there before it collapses!
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[He's absolutely gunning for a fight, being a smartass and all. But this punk kid is bringing out his more childish side that wants to be a dick and mess with him. Seeing as how they're both dressed finally - no more skimpy robes and underwear, thank goodness! - he starts to follow Bakugo, although he takes his time and pauses at the doorway, peering cautiously out at all the crazy goings on. He's never seen a movie set before, but her can get a rough idea given what their own trailer was like before a certain blond blew it to smithereens.]
Well, it sure ain't the Ritz! What kind of resort goes around kidnapping and trapping people, huh? [It's a bit overwhelming to see so many people racing this way and that, and given that unless this guy is spiritually sensitive, that means that everyone here might be able to see him... It makes Yato nervous enough to hesitate even with the barked orders.]
I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you're pushy and demanding...
[Despite his misgivings, he sidles up beside Bakugo, hands going into his pockets as he hunches his shoulders slightly and glances around.]
So... you know what the hell is going on?
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[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]
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[Probably tempting fate with those words, but they're out there now. Too late to take them back, not that Yato wants to anyway. He's too preoccupied with marveling at the chaos around them, with people running this way and that and toting clothes and props around. There's plenty of others who look like they're in the same predicament as them, wearing skimpy robes or slinky clothes and sexy costumes. Although it's those owl-headed folks that make him do a double take, if only because they stand out a bit more than the glitzy attire.
Pushing off the burnt out trailer, Yato gingerly makes his way after Bakugo, wanting to at least keep close to someone until he's got a better grasp of the place. Not going to let on that he's a touch skittish when visible in large crowds, though...]
But-- [He glances at the Watch on his wrist with it's little welcome blurb, frowning as he glances back up at Bakugo's back.] So we're gonna get digested?
[That doesn't sound quite right, but with what little info the kid's giving him, it's all he's got. Picking up the pace, he falls in line beside Bakugo, fiddling with the Watch in an attempt to remove it. It doesn't seem to want to budge, though...]
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[Growled in retort as Bakugo ducks around another rack of clothes. It's like dodging fucking traffic in here! Yato's retort continues needling him. He has no idea what this guy's abilities are or how tough he is. But he never approaches a challenge with the idea he'll lose in his head. Doing so means you've already lost! Death broached as a topic, he's gonna probably have to explain that shit to him before their first meeting here's up. Great. Another fun conversation.
Where the hell's the end of this set? He twists to the side and avoids a set of dancers rushing to their next appointment. Mixing old-school sandbags and crosshatch rigging with modern wires and hydraulics, seems like every method of theater and movie making is in use back here. Yato better keep up because Bakugo's not (often) keeping tabs on his tagalong's whereabouts.]
No. I assume it feeds on our energy and emotions. [As headcase as it sounds, it makes the most sense compared to their alternatives. Maybe those who got turned to stone got "digested" in a sense, but Bakugo knows they've simply been sent back home. He won't accept any other result.] Stop messing with that; no one's gotten those things off even if they can lop off a damn hand or limb.
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[Since he's lacking his own, it stands to reason the kid would be, too. Except that he seemed perfectly capable of creating explosions back in the trailer. Hmm... Maybe he shouldn't goad him so much in that case. Still, maybe he had firecrackers or something? Stranger things have already happened, that's for sure.
Hopping right through a rack of clothes rather than go around it, Yato can't help ogling said dancers a little bit, with their sparkly attire and feathered headdresses. It really is like a maze in here, with shit everywhere and hardly any open space that isn't being used in some manner or form. Thankfully Yato is nimble and flexible, dodging people and props alike.]
Oh, well that's not so bad, then. Provided it doesn't suck us dry. You sure don't seem like a husk, though~ [Given that ayakashi feed on negativity, it's not too bonkers of a notion to him. What's weirder is the watch, honestly. He gives it a final shake before giving up.] Seriously? Is it like... one of those GPS thingies?
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[Bakugo's not gonna waste his time and energy on a futile endeavor. This bastard can assume what he wants. His boots go from grinding on concrete and stepping atop wooden frames to a soft husk as he reaches plush carpeted halls and the resort more proper. This entire floor's completely consumed by movie sets and other theatrics, but the ground floor and lobby should be free of transformation. Minus the theming on restaurants and workers.
Of course this guy's still behind him. Didn't lose him in the hustle and bustle, unfortunately. Athletic, resilient, quick, reactive, there's more to this guy. He's not some fool getting blown up normally. Tch, great. Bakugo wasn't stopping to let him catch up though. No he was making sure the elevator wasn't getting ready to open and let out a rush into the damn hall. Right.]
It's a smart watch. [Do they have those in this guy's world? Assume not.] Think of it as a small computer strapped to your wrist. [Bakugo heads for the stairwell near the elevator.]
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[Infinite respawns, huh...? Like gods being able to reincarnate. It's enough to get him frowning seriously in thought; for an ayakashi or entity to have that kind of power... It's either incredible or some kind of trick. Could it be that it's all just a dream...? It's one hell of a vivid dream, if that's the case.
Oh well. Either way, what matters is the here and now, and this place is getting more and more interesting as the movie set gives way to a more proper hotel experience, complete with carpets and golden halls. Like your average tourist, Yato can't help gawking as they walk, his eyes seeing yen signs in everything. Maybe he could sneak away with a chunk of gold pillar or something once he finds the exit...]
Aah... [He makes a noise of acknowledgement, but it's uncertain - clearly he's not sure what that entails, until Bakugo explains further, causing his eyebrows to raise.] They've really come a long way with computers, damn. I remember when they were big honking things that took up rooms. [Showing your age there, Yato. At least physically he's as nimble and spry as a kid, keeping up with Bakugo easily.]
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[Dying and coming back basically ruins a guest and removes all their "progress" in the resort. Thankfully their progress in Game 52 doesn't get reset, but like hell is Bakugo gonna tell this guy about all of that perverted crap. Someone else can inform him! He expects him to do the work in his head about killing based on what he just learned. Ironically, the victim who got killed is the one who pays the heavier price for the "inconvenience" of the resort reviving their dead ass.]
Haa? [Bakugo's expression wrinkles in a line from brow to nose to lips, a confused sneer thrown over his shoulder at Yato with a once over following.] What the hell are you, some geezer stuck in a teenage body?
[Yeah, don't think he missed the implication.]
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[So even if he can't strictly die permanently here, it's no good to go getting yourself killed for stupid reasons, it seems. Makes sense, but is a bummer all the same. He was kind of hoping that if they couldn't die they could just fight their way out of here. Makes sense they can't, though. It'd be too damn easy, and if this place thrives off them being captives, it wouldn't give them an easy out.]
Not a geezer! An ancient and noble god, I'll have you know! [It's said proudly, with a hand splayed on his chest and his nose slightly upturned. Rude punk...] So respect your elders a bit, why don't you! Otherwise I may be tempted to smite you for your insolence.
[Not really, but sometimes it's fun to play the part of a vengeful god.]
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[Those who have people they can rely on to take care of them and don't give a shit about money and possession, yeah, feel free to go Happy Death Day cause fuck the results. That is not most people.
The problem with fighting their way out is there's... no "way out" to go against. Things like the front door and windows to the outside are nonexistent as far as Bakugo's aware. There was a rumor/story about someone managing to break through the "outermost wall" and all he saw was endless void before getting sucked back in or sent back home as punishment. Bakugo's not sure if the tale's true or not. If Yato finds out more, feel free to talk plot with him.]
What the hell's "noble" about you? You got blown up and were ogling girls like a creepy old man! [What, you think he missed Yato giving the eye to those showgirls a moment back? AS if.]
Smite yourself and die. [He doesn't believe his ability to do any smiting, though notably doesn't seem to distrust his claims at being a god. Wouldn't be the first one here. Bakugo heads down the stairs, deliberately avoiding the elevator.]
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[He's nothing if not ambitious, if perhaps a touch overzealous and maybe a little delusional if he thinks things are going to be as simple as that.
If there being nothing but a void outside the resort proves true, that'll certainly put a damper on Yato's plans to force his way out of this place. But one never knows for sure unless they try, so! Nosy McNoserson is gonna snoop until he gets some kind of answers. It seems easier than simply playing the game for months on end all the time, anyway.]
I'll have you know there's plenty noble about me. I rescue souls and train them so they don't get eaten or corrupted! And hey, there's no shame in admiring the beauty life has to offer! [At least he keeps his hands to himself and isn't a total perv? Small wins...]
You just told me not to, you tsundere. [Not quite what Bakugo said, but hey, he's free to tease him about it. Once they're in the stairwell, he hops up on the handrail and starts sliding down on it, glancing at the kid as he passes him by.] How come you didn't take that elevator back there? That's what it was, wasn't it?
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