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TDM 011

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL ► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY ► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK? ► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW ► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP ► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE ► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP ► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS ► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON ► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP ► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

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▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

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♠️ CAMPING ~ TENTS OUT.

💥 ❶ Tenting

[Tch. The last time he went camping, everything ended up a fucking disaster. Burning forest, frightened students, battling heroes, poison mist, shady villains. A goddamn hand on the back of his neck. But before all that? Eh, it didn't suck... Thick hide-like material flops on his hand's back as he shoves the tent flap aside. Being an Ace, his lodging in the woodland is a spacious piece of impressive shit: separate bunks with sleeping rolls and sheets, a wooden loft for kicking back in hammock chairs, personal firepit for cooking food, the normal glamping amenities. All trussed up in a mix of warm browns, autumn reds, earthy sage, and smokey gray. There's even a wrap-around shower section in the back, albeit requiring some filling each time. Mah, nothing wrong with heating up an oil drum over a fire outside, right?]

Oy. You gonna sit around all day or you gonna actually clean up?

[Whether you're a long-time companion, a visitor for the day, or a new arrival dumped on his head, he's still got the same bone to pick as he zips up the tent doorway behind him.]

💥 ❷Hunting

Hunting meat - bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc.

[He wasn't raised in the wilderness, despite his sometimes-feral attitude. Never had to secure his own food outside a grocery story or marketplace. Doesn't mean he's some wuss royalty unable to fend for himself in the wilderness. He took classes! Growing up, he and his friends roughed it in the woods a few times, because it was cool, because what kind of hero would be caught completely helpless in some less-than-ideal conditions. Survival training, camping-- uh --camps, wilderness clubs, he took plenty, and added those skills to his already impressive arsenal.

Clad in a brown and dark-striped ensemble made of dyed shirt, pants, and a few patches of leaves sewed on particular spots, he crouches beside a log, red eyes narrowed as his breath exhales in a silent stream. One of those crimson orbs closes, sighting down the length of his arrow's shaft to the matte metal head. He was hitting bullseyes in the carnival and festival games months back. This time-

*thwhizp!* ... *thock!*

-his mark strikes a heart. Leaves burst around legs and he shoves up from his disguised patch as the deer instantly attempts to bolt despite the fatal hit.]

Chase it down!

[Yelling at his partner as he rushes through autumn leaves, he hops a log and skids down an embankment on his boots. Like hell is he letting some other hunting party catch his quarry!]

💥 ❸ Firing

(A) [Didn't matter if his tent came with a stupid space heater and a lighter, or that there was a supply of firewood others were already mooching off of! He doesn't need such crap insulting his ability to make it on his own. A thick trunk squats before him as he sets another log atop its sandy-hued top. Light catches the head of his axe, trailing like hot fire as he swings it down through the glowing sun and slams straight through his wooden target. Both halves split to either side, one clattering a feet away, the other falling onto the ground aside his stump like it should. Fuck... He's been at this for almost an hour, splitting wood into quarters, halves, eighths, evidence by a pile of unorganized pieces chucked nearby. Normally he'd have stacked them neatly, but... Sweat drips from his temple and chin, wiped off with another rush of his hand. Another piece of wood's dragged onto the proverbial executioner's block and he hauls his axe once more. This isn't just chopping wood. This is venting. WHAM!]

(B) [Hey Bakugo! Can your Explosion make a fire? ... Of course it can, you idiot! And he proceeded to blow the fucking fireplace up. Much to his stunned, incredulous chagrin. Not the same kind of fine control his two classmates had with their Quirks. At least not in this capability. Hell yes it pissed him off! He knew people who could turn their fingers into a fucking lighter, enough focus to light a cigarette from the same hand that could erupt a goddamn street-wide flamethrower! Like hell is he gonna let any of them outpace him in anything! ... Which resulted in this. One hand turned palm up with fingers cupped, sparks bursting and popping in his palm like a miniature firework display. Orange at the sides of his palm, fading inward yellow to scorching white. Easy enough to shove a small bundle of sticks into the sputtering crackle. Smoldering wood catches flame soon enough and he pulls it free, then pushes the faggot into his firepit's kindling. Takes a few seconds and flames begin leaking upward.]

Oy. Fire's started. [Told ya.]

💥 ❹ Cooking

(A) [Gross. Dissection in science class had nothing on this. He's gutted fish and fowl before, but no one ever told him he'd one day be dressing out an entire goddamn deer! Dangling from its back legs currently lashed to a branch overhead with sturdy fabric strips, the young buck's long-since expired from his arrow an hour or so ago. Blood's probably collected into a gory balloon in its chest, what of it hasn't been leaking from its mouth. He turns the knife over in his hand a few times, eyes narrowed on its white belly. Cut right down the middle, from groin to ribs, then splay to either side for an inverted "Y" position so he can better reach the interior. Damn, maybe he should've done the gutting while it was lying on the ground. He feels eyes on him, senses a question or some looming comment, and instantly bristles under his shirt.]

I'm working on it, dammit! Gimme a fucking second! [Unless you wanna step in and offer hand...]

(B) [Wood clanks on metal above crackling flames as he raps the spoon's handle on the pot rim. Feels like a damn witch making a potion over here. Big ass black fat cauldron of a pot over the firepit, savory sauce and stew swirling about within as a thick red mixture with white potatoes and turnips breaching the surface every now and then. Venison chunks swim in there somewhere. Leaving it to continue bubbling, he takes a seat on the stump nearby and hauls a cutting board over one angled shin, ankles resting on his other knee. One carrot, cleaned and washed, drops on the surface, a knife flashes in the sun, and chopchopchopchopchop! with all the speed and precision of a machine slicer. One's done in two seconds and he sweeps it into the pot, the second one to follow.]

Sneak another sip and I'll add your fucking hand. [He won't. Right?] Did you find the herbs?

♥️ CAMPING ~ FIRE GOING.

💥 ❶ Washing

[Like hell is he gonna fight over some five-minute long bout of heat for the showers. Or the group rushing to get it. Yeah, he could take a shower in less, but among all those other people barging into the stalls? Fuck that. He retired to his own tent to figure things out or himself. Sure, his rank lets him have a wrap-around shower section in the back, but that requires filling the proverbial bucket each time. Better with two people. Not something he wants to count on right now. So the only other alternative for a hot bath...

Steam drifts from the lip of a chunked-out boulder. No surprise he couldn't find a goddamn oil drum in the woods. They want the guests to rough it here, but not a damn piece of litter, abandoned car, shitty magazine?! There's something to be said for having a demolition crew living in his hands. Blasting smaller chunks with specific angles carved his way down into the stone, crafting a small bowl within the rock. Sitting on his butt with his knees drawn up, it's only about chest high. Yet it's hot. He leans back on the stone rim, both arms thrown behind him at the elbow, one hand dangling in the water for an occasional few booms to heat it once more. Before turning his head to the side, eyes narrowed at the sound approaching.]

The hell do you want?

💥 ❷ Swimming

[Holy shit, that's cold! Thermal shock threatens at his chest and lungs, forcing him to hit the retreat and back out of the water in a splash towards shallows. So much for the reckless jump and dive! He rubs at his shoulders with dripping hands, both of them instantly lighting up in several large cracks and booms, as if small explosions were blowing up on his skin. Warmth floods his body, quickly chasing away the cold. Fucking lake. It's not even winter, dammit! You think you've beaten him!? Back he goes, charging into the water, this time igniting those same explosions.

Ka-BOOM! Water and sand fly out in a thick divot, launching him through the air. More rupture on either side, twisting his body around and wreathing him a small tornado-like cocoon of flame, combustion, smoke, and *BOOM!* He hits the water like missile. A single geyser crashes upward, searing this little patch of lake water in boiling bowl. Cool water from below rushes upward, mixing with scalding ripples, and he pops his spiky head back up through a far more tolerable tepid patch. There... now his body can adjust easier as the cold slowly leeches its way back into his presence.]

What're you looking at? [Oy, not like you didn't have plenty of warning he was coming! Light, noise, explosions?! Stop staring/glaring at him, dammit!]

💥 ❸ BLOOD MOON

[What the hell is this fucking weather?! It was clear for a week and then turned into the bastard spawn of winter storm and autumn slog! His own tent's been ravaged, barely surviving with the reinforcements from its walls and skeleton. Spent a whole damn day making sure he fortified it when he saw that storm front approaching. Doesn't mean it's escaped perfectly. Leaving his companions in the safety of its confines, he steps out during the night, rubbing the side of his neck. A patch of clear weather, huh. Ominous red moon, pink snowflakes, dark forest, someone's been watching too many B-grade horror films. Shoving one of his knives into a makeshift belt around his waist, he pulls free another branch after chopping it free. Explosions would only make things worse at the moment, if those growling howls are any indication. Most animals would steer clear of detonations, but...]

You're not like most animals, huh. [Heard this bastard approaching from yards away. Red eyes narrow as he turns around, leading with his shoulder and bringing one arm to bear. Branch clasped in his fingers, free hand curling into a fist as he readies his body in a challenge.] Listen up, furball; you wanna die, stick around.

[First and final warning.]

[ooc: general starters under headers; specific starters below. all prompt options can stay gen or go down a nsfw route. bakugo is 18. if none of these interest you, or you have specific ideas on prompts or plots you'd like to play out, 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. i'm always open to writing a unique starter for us if you'd prefer that.]

[Megumi isn't a hunter at all, but he does have a wolf. A very big wolf. And he's been helping people here and there track down game and even catch a few snoggleboffs for people that unfortunately miss their target.

So he doesn't complain (doesn't even say a word), when he's asked to be a companion to the guy to catch something more substantial for food. He's been under the covers and quiet the entire time, until he heard the signal.

The deer doesn't get to make it past the first couple of trees before the huge wolf apparates from the shadows and takes it down, using its jaws to finish it off. Megumi exhales and steps out of the hiding places, and motions to Bakugo to go over, as the wolf slowly stalks back to Megumi.]

[Expecting someone with a giant ass wolf to help hunt should suggest the guys stand back and sic the dog on their prey. He immediately knocked the idea down. If he has to hunt, he's not gonna drop the action off on someone else's badass fluff pet! When's the next time he's gonna get to fire a fucking bow and arrow in this stupid place? Megumi can send the mutt out for other prey once they've got this one in the proverbial bag.

Leaves fly around his feet and ankles as he skates down the hillside and bounces over a boulder on one hand. Trees flash past his face, dodging through the woods in a rush after his quarry. Which suddenly snaps to the side in a furry t-bone and goes still. He skids to a stop beside a solid trunk, listening to a wet snap coup de grace.]

Is this gonna be enough for feed that beast?

[If not, they have another issue.]

[Megumi hasn't been hunting himself, just helping out, which is a miracle in itself. But- man's gotta eat, and he's hoping that whoever is actively hunting- bow, arrows, hunting knives- knows a thing or two about preparing things they caught. Because Megumi doesn't. He can make simple meals and microwave stuff, but they are in the middle of the damn forest, and he's not a happy camper.

The Divine dog circles around Megumi, inspecting Bakugo for a moment, and then melds with Megumi's shadow when he makes a motion with his hand.]

It's fine. He doesn't need to eat.

[From a few protective circles to... An ashen brow arches into his choppy bangs, eye below narrowing slightly in interest and guard as the dog vanishes into the other man's shadow. A hand motion accompanies it. Necessity? He doubts he needs one to dismiss it. Hmph, not a problem for now. Bakugo approaches the deer and checks the arrow strike and the wolf's bite marks. Right on the neck, breaking it and stopping its breathing. He didn't have much to live for anyways with the arrow in its torso.

He reaches for the deer's legs and with a grunt, heaves the entire thing over his shoulder. A young buck. He's carried heavy shit before, but this is pushing his own limit. Better than dragging it through the forest though.]

Then you supply his energy?

[No, he doesn't need it because he's beyond skillful to summon the wolf and dismiss it, but it's become a habit. And right now, it's a familiar thing he can do, and it's sort of comforting, in this unknown place.

The deer would've bled out eventually, but this was a mercy kill, as well as stopping it in its tracks, so they wouldn't have to go after it deeper in the forest.]

Sort of, [he shrugs. Cursed energy levels depend on how much he uses them, and he's not sure if the food is involved with that. Probably? It's sustenance.]

It is a shikigami. [Said as if the guy is supposed to know what that is.]

OOC NOTES

Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia 💥 A of ♠️

2. Hunting

hey megumi~

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4A but also, he's 100% gonna try to score a night in bakugo's tent

Look, you! ... this is one way to score a night

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hunting!

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that icon is amazing

he just has so many Faces

wildcard perhaps...!!

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