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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!
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!
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!
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!
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.
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.
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 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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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
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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ 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.
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He can still be the stereotypical villain though, yeah. It's his job, so hey. He spits a bit of fur out to the side, eyeing the hero up. He's free of his shackles thank fuck, even if the prisons are nice, he was real tired of the cramped space. He plunges a hand into the boar's corpse, ripping out of a chunk of fat and muscle.]
Hardy har. If I'm a furball, you tryin' to take the tree role? The fuck are you gonna do with that, poke someone to death?
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Hmph. Stereotypical villain. Right now, Chobe looks more like a college student trying too hard on Halloween. There goes the fur and Bakugo hardly bats an eye as he walks forward. Good to know the guy's gonna eat that instead of killing for the hell of the hunt. (If he had, Bakugo was gonna commandeer the rest.) Wood clacks as he shifts the bunch in hand to pin between his arm and side.]
I'm refortifying my tent. Did you miss the fucking storm?
[That shit blew through here like a fucking pre-winter squall! So much for finishing out an impromptu camping trip normally. Now they've got damaged campsites, cold weather, and lycanthropy crap!]
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[Chobe and Toma have plenty of experience when it comes to survival in the wilderness, always adapting and such. What's more, after being locked away in a glorified cage for months, he welcomes any sort of real weather, even if it's likely conjured up by magic of sorts.
A snort, and he unceremoniously tosses the chunk of flesh at Bakugo, not caring if he manages to catch it, side steps it, or lets it splat against his head.]
Anyway, ain't storming now, is it? Coulda gone about yer business, but ya came snoopin' around looking for trouble. You antsy? Or just wary cuz it's me?
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[Chobe hasn't even seen his campsite or his tent. Despite getting buffeted by the storm, his held up well. Now he wants to turn it into a damn fortress in case this shitty place has more stupid ideas to send stronger storms. Don't give him grief for always improving! That's the same as always adapting! Hmph.
Oy! He releases the branch over his shoulder, balanced without falling, and catches his hand around the piece of meat midair with a wet slap. Soft sizzles and pops soon kick off, cooking the chunk in his hand with so many shallow controlled explosions on his palm. He routinely rolls the piece in his hand like palming marbles, cooking it evenly on all sides.]
Haa? I wasn't looking for you! I told you I was gathering wood! You're the one who came up behind me!
[Snooping? As if. Antsy? Like hell! Wary of Chobe? He has a healthy wariness of him.]
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[Mulch pile. Where does he pull them from? Doesn't change his opinion though, he'll always assume his own techniques are superior. If someone can't survive a little storming now and then, that's their own weakness they need to overcome. That said, the amount of material Bakugo's gathering doesn't escape him. And, if he were alone, there wouldn't be any reason to seek out a potential threat. He could just hold his ground and blast whatever invaded his territory to kingdom come.
It leads to a logical conclusion, and Chobe shouldn't be surprised. Fucking heroes. He sniffs at the air. Huh! The brat ain't that bad of a cook either. That damn quirk is stupidly. versatile.]
Nice trick. So let me guess--yer camping with some other folks, ain't ya? So if I was a big bad, you'd just take care of it alone.
Am I close, or just making shit up?
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[He'll eat raw fish as in sushi, but other meats? Nope. Cook that crap. He turns the chunk around in his hand again, gauging it by digging his thumb's tip against the side. Still giving more than he wants. It'll be a charbroiled on the outside, but the rest should be fine. Bakugo hoists it up on his fingertips, keeping the cut an inch or two away from direct contact with his palm. Properly roasting it now.
Nah, he shares Chobe's mindset with pissing on someone who can't survive when necessary. That's a weakness he wouldn't allow himself to entertain, and demanded to learn about it. Both on his own self-study with books and taking classes. Worked out well for him several times, here included. As for his wood, heh, Chobe should see his tent. It's starting to look like a fucking fortress. So maybe he went a big overboard and had some fun with turning his glamping crap into a badass structure.]
Duh. [He's still a hero. Stained as it is, Bakugo refuses to compromise his core. But before Chobe gets any ideas-] Don't think I just took in any fucking extra who came whining at me. They all paid for the shelter.
[He sicced them on chores, cooking, cleaning, hunting, enforcing, fire tending/making, preparing ingredients, getting water, etc. The only reason he's out here by himself is because he's not a coward who wakes up a camp mate to go foraging on a buddy system.] What about you?
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[Said in jest, but he doesn't actually buy it. Earning one's keep is to be expected, hardly counts as payment. Keeping a lazy leech around is not only a waste of resources, but fucking annoying too. Even still, if someone that pathetic came knocking on Bakugo's door, Chobe expects he'd still take them in and whip them into shape. Chobe would simply kill them.
And of course Bakugo would decide to be extra with his lodgings. Doesn't do anything half ass, does he? A balance between being childish and an over achiever. Chobe ain't doing all that, but he'll make sure he's comfortable. He jabs his hand into the boar again, this time dislodging a whole ass organ. Maybe part of a lung? Who knows, but he bites a big, bloody chunk out of it for emphasis. It's rich in iron!!]
Just me and my brother, and he's out on business. [Aka getting fucked.] But nevermind that. How about some payback? Gotta be more fun than babysitting.
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[Bakugo cracks a wicked grin as he preens over his little encampment kingdom. Chobe's got the right idea! For a moron. But he knows the hero well enough by now to earn his jest. As much as the blonde focuses on being self-sufficient and achieving his own victories, survival's often more advantageous in groups. Not something he expects from Chobe. The guy's eagerness to kill would likely off anyone coming to him for help in this place. All about instant gratification, screw the future potential, huh. Minus his brother and anyone the mulch man's momentarily lent a truce to.
More gore fest. Bakugo gives the pile of branches under his arm a heft, causing their thicker ends to tilt towards the ground, before he jams the entire group into loamy soil softened by the storm. They stick up for a moment before fanning a bit, but hold, protruding like a strange wiccan effigy in the floor. Same with the larger bazooka-sized branch. He's not going anywhere for a while, so he's not carrying all this shit with him while he talks.
Chobe's enjoying offal. "Business" with these two could be anything from fucking to killing to dealing.
And there goes the red flag. Bakugo arches a brow, intrigued by ever wary.]
I'm listening.
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[If Chobe could sprout red flags like he sprouts vines, he could be mistaken as a rosebush. He brings up a bloodied hand, making a 'c'mere' gesture.]
Let's have a little fight. A real one, with yer head on straight. I could tell when ya came to see me in that dumbass cell--you wanted to blow my head off then and there, but you've got too much pride to hit someone when they're down. Don't really get why, but hey, that's what makes you a hero, yeah?
But even heroes need to blow off some steam, and ain't no way playing camp is all that satisfyin' for ya.
[A gamble for Chobe, especially now that he's confident both Bakugo and Dabi have the correct type of tao to kill him, even if they're not aware of the hyper specific conditions to do so. Bakugo's a smart cookie though. Even with his head full of villain juice, Chobe's certain he must have noticed the core seed he was reduced to, and likely surmised it has something to do with that.
Still, he's willing to risk it, see what Bakugo can do when he's not hindered by a trap. This? Might be the closest thing to an apology that Chobe can offer.]
You win, and. . .hm. Let's say I'll owe ya somethin'. Don't care what. How's that sound?
[He doesn't even try to say "and then we're even." Nothing comes close to "even" when taking a life to the righteous types, so no sense in swinging a branch at that hornet's nest.]
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Like hell. You were too pathetic to kill. [He's not gonna admit Chobe's right about his pride and heroism. But... damn he wanted to slaughter this bastard. Badly. Take his head right off, leave those damn cuffs on until Chobe was good and dead for real. Make him go through the same inconvenient revival shit other dead people go through. Yet he left without nailing him once. Seeing him for who he was, knowing he'd only come back worse, deflated his rage just enough for his mind to keep hold.]
What's the win condition? [Because if it's to the death, Chobe can fuck off. He's got better things to do.
Despite hating his detailed memory of that day, all of them exist. Including a little glowing green pod in the middle of burning flames and billowing smoke. Chobe's core. Toma was so quick to grab it and shield it with his body at every turn. Only an idiot wouldn't notice the truth. Immortality had a limit and he's pegging the seed as his end of the line. And if he knows, Chobe knows he knows. Reducing him to such a state now would be difficult...]
You owe me, and I'll hold you to that until it's paid, even if you go to hell. [Right. This doesn't make them even. This doesn't remotely count as even close to the semblance of an apology someone like Chobe has no concept of putting to tongue. This is nothing more than blowing off steam with another guy and wagering a contract deal favor on the line.
Bakugo rolls his shoulder, popping it alongside his neck with a few tilts. Fucking cold weather. At least it's not dry. Win or lose, Chobe's gonna owe him some plant products after this. RIP the rest of that boar too.]
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Whatever would be considered a 'win' with a normal person. Manage to pin me without me stabbing holes through ya, or blast my head off, shit like that. Hell, if you make me tap out, I'll say that's a win, too.
[While he doesn't want to die, he of course, has no issue if Bakugo gave into that dark urge and took it out on him. But more than anything? He doesn't want to upset Toma. So he suspects Bakugo will hold himself back at least a little. In that case, just a good knock out counts as a win in Chobe's book. And while Chobe will try not to go for the kill either, like hell will he go easy on him.]
Now don't assume you've won already. You in, or you gonna go back to building yer house outta sticks?
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Bakugo switches shoulders, mind running over the new stipulations. What counts as a win with a normal person. Shit, could be anything. A knock out or ring out would be easiest, but with their stamina apiece, they could be out here for the next fucking hour. Pinning a token to their bodies as targets could work, but he doesn't put it past Chobe to get impatient or pissed off and tear it free. To say nothing of him going full spike ball mode. Obviously they're not in the training room, so fuck target practice...
He barks a laugh.] Pin you? Baaaka. [Pinning Chobe without getting stabbed?! Fuck, that's rich. Be liked pinning Bakugo without getting blasted. Close range pins on either of them is just asking to get nailed even faster. Still... He drops his hand and cocks it backwards like a gun loading in his wrist.]
I'm gonna go for your fucking head. If I blow it off, or you tap out before I do, it's my win. [That gives him two win conditions: a definite target and a limit break. Chobe knows him well enough to understand Bakugo won't kill him, not like this at least. Same as he suspects the mulch pile won't be going for fatal blows either.]
If you stick me three times, you win. [Give Chobe something to aim for as well, tangible and damaging. Not like he can get his own head blown off and come back with a thumbs up. The idea of him tapping out first doesn't even cross Bakugo's mind. Cocky fuck. Sparks snap and burst around one hand, slower than other times Chobe's seen him. He would've noticed anyways. Better him pick up on it while they're still talking than start the battle with himself at a "warming up" disadvantage.]
Got any problems?
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Nope, no problem.
But you're about to have one.
[Slower sparks or not, Chobe's not taking any chances. He's already seen water won't slow him down, he doubts the cold will do much in the long run. And the more riled up he gets, the more he sweats, making Bakugo far more lethal the longer he fights. Restrictions and a time limit, now that's interesting, scratching that antsy itch that's been needling at Chobe all night.
So there's no need for any other small talk as far as he's concerned. A slight arch of Chobe's back is all the warning the hero will get before Chobe lunges, two sharp vines bursting from his back and aiming for an arm and leg.]
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Say that after I agree.
[The only "problem" he has is getting Chobe's head off his shoulder. This guy's seen him fight, he knows how his Quirk works, his range preference and increasing strength. Bakugo has that in his favor. But he's also seen Chobe's battle prowess and how he manipulates his element. So far he's not fought the man in anything but surrounding concrete and metal. Now he's fighting him while surrounded by a bunch of plants. Can he take control of these trees and bushes as well? Even if he can only control his own roots and branches, nothing says Chobe can't shove them into other greenery and puppet them for himself...
He should level the playing field-
Literally! *b-bom-boomBOOM!* Sparks flare up and he slams his hand forward, unleashing a wide, scorching blast straight ahead. Flame, heat, and burning forward burst outwards in a sweep, fully intending on blasting Chobe backwards and taking out several trees behind him.
Keep him at a distance, don't let him get close yet!]
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While his roots can spread through concrete with enough force, it's fucking annoying Chobe's found, far easier to just fight hand to hand or go for an old fashioned stab. He'll resort to it if necessary, even if he hates the amount of energy he has to expend for it. But out here, in the earth? That gives him far more leeway. Already his skin begins to darken, those dark vines creeping over him to bolster his defense. Of course the little bastard starts out big, no surprise there. The one major difference he's pegged between Bakugo and Dabi? Their attack patterns; Dabi can sustain a large, seemingly unending stream of fire, a bad match up for someone who at least needs a moment to issue a counter measure. Bakugo's blasts are in bursts. Nothing to sneeze at, some lasting far longer than his smaller snipes, but it still gives Chobe some breathing room. Bakugo's likely aware of this too, making up for it with speed and unrelenting force.
Well, he's about to see how hard the punk can hit when firing on all cylinders. Chobe's right arm erupts into a flurry of vines, some shooting forward to take the brunt of the blast, others planting themselves into the earth to act as a barrier, simliar to how he protected Toma. They'll be incinerated by the heat in a moment of course, but it gives Chobe just enough of a split second to detach them and pivot just out of range of the blast. He couldn't give a shit about what happens to the forest; he ain't no dryad, he doesn't care about the cries of the trees or whatever.
He'll appear off to the side, his other arm crawling with more vines now, some of those also anchored into the earth. Bakugo only gets a brief rumble of pebbles in the darkness as a warning before they'll attempt to erupt under him like a spiked trap.]
Keeping me at a distance, eh? Where's the fun in that, brat!
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Without the hotel's concrete floors, metal structures, and other building-related barriers, Chobe's gonna have a lot easier time tunneling through dirt and trees. Fighting him in nature's harder than in urban settings. What he hasn't seen so far is the man's stamina. His immortality? Yeah, it has a limit, and he could probably reach it if he expended himself almost dry. After all, his explosions can reach an insanely high degree of heat.
apparently blue fire can reach 1,600 °C while nitroglycerin explosions can reach 5000 °CIncinerating Chobe isn't hard. Yet that heat is far more fleeting than fire. And he's also knocking his quarry out of range each time. Plus he can't keep firing off huge ones. What's Chobe's stamina limit? When does producing more plants end up leaving him a sweaty, panting mess... in the battle way, not the perverted way.He's gonna drag him into his fucking limits! Wood crashes into his own billowing blasts, punching through smoke and light as most incinerate instantly and yet still more plunge through their remains after the heat's no longer so intense. Flash fried is only flash. Some people think he's content to stand his ground like a fucking tank and fire; he's not a tank, even if he can take hits. Chobe's not gonna stick around and pour out plant matter either. They both move.
Vines pierce from scorching smoke, throwing up dirt in ground gouges right before the ground bursts open like a demonic surge of bamboo torture! Ripping air and a few leaves from his own relocation. Chobe emerges from the other side of his explosion and Bakugo's already skyborne, red eyes locking onto the man beneath the blood-red moon. Good to confirm he can put those damn things through the ground in curves.] I don't wanna hear that from some long-armed vine bastard!
[Chobe's keeping ranged too! Heat concentrates in the center of his palms before he slams both down and launches a flurry of condensed blasts. Orange globes rain down towards Chobe and the area around him like so many grenades lobbed in his direction. Spreading out in a fan in attempt to cut off his area of motion while carpet bombing the surrounding locale.]
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Thankfully Chobe knows when to quit while he's ahead; even when overflowing with pride, he'll opt for a strategic retreat if it lays the groundwork for a favorable outcome in the future. Not that it matters here though! Now he's just having some fun, burning off that pent up frustration, ecstatic that Bakugo's matching that energy. He probably can't see Chobe's manic grin from that high up though. Welp!]
Guess so! Lemme get a li'l closer.
[A stomp to the ground, and Chobe propels himself into the air. It's simply an impressively high jump, he can't fly. . .but he can get creative. More vines spill from his back, stretching and lifting him even higher into the sky, giving the impression of a deranged daddy long-legs. He twists between the smaller explosive blasts, and if one of his tendrils is destroyed, a new one simply bursts its way out, swinging Chobe's body like a puppet through the attack. He's not nearly as mobile as Bakugo in the air though, so he keeps the pressure up, arm outstretched as sharper vines weave through the sky in search of the hero.]
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Then again, if he learns a crowbar to the back of the head could knock Chobe out, he will be pissed. HOW FUCKING LAME!!
But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't burning up with excitement and a thrilling rise of battle lust. It's been so damn long since he got to cut loose like this, throw shit to the wind and actually treat his opponent like a sentient conscious viable threat. Explosions erupt across the ground, blooming orbs of white, yellow, orange, and bursting in plumes of brown and gray smoke. Trees rip from their roots or punch gouges on their trunks. He doesn't have to worry about collateral, he doesn't have to worry about killing his opponent! Fuck, this feels amazing!]
Come to your death, you idiot!
[Darkness bursts from his rapid-fire carpet bombing and he pulls backwards instantly, cutting off the spraying rounds of explosions. Chobe's in the air? For a second he expects some kind of vine-twisted wings beating through the skies. Nope, he's adopted a walker form, strung up on spider legs and marionette strings. Carrying him through the remaining shower. Bakugo notes one leg breaking on an explosion and instantly repairing itself. Good to know. He can't sweep under him and cut those legs down to send him crashing. They'll repair before he falls.
More bursts bounce him in a zigzag pattern through the air, ducking under a sweeping vine and vaulting over a stabbing lash (nuking it beneath him to avoid a literal backstab). Tch! So Chobe does well enough in the air too. He abruptly swings his arm forward in an arch, "throwing" a swatch of explosions towards the other man. A distracting screen, obviously. But all he needs is to get around him, in close enough to catch his sight, and-
*FLASH!* Both hands cupped together, fingers clawed like a cage, detonate a single flat "weak" explosion. Not to make a combustion, but to flood the air with a blinding flash of brilliant light. Stun Grenade!
No, for this opponent, he is not shouting his move names out.]no subject
But likewise, Chobe's having a grand old time. Before coming to resort, he simply used his power to intimidate petty thieves or black market organizations, making them submit to his and his brother's whims. Did they secretly amass wealth, status, and a horrid reputation? Yep. But was it too damn easy? Also yes. About time he had some proper challenges.
Vines twist together to form a wide whip, lashing at those decoy blasts to detonate them before they can get even close to Chobe's body. He frowns to himself as he dangles in the air--what's with that weak ass attack? He's gotta have something else brewing. And sure enough. . .
That sudden, blinding light that consumes everything, including the glow of the red moon. A garbled fuck echoes through the sky as he's forced to close his eye on instinct. He can't wait for it to recover though, and he turns a vine on himself, gauging it out. It's faster for a new one to start growing than waiting for his damn sight to recover.
But he knows Bakugo won't even give him that long, exposed out here midair. His right eye, the "blind" one, suddenly opens up, glowing. He still can't see out of it, neither of his eyes at the moment, the act is just aesthetic. Instead, he's concentrating. Can he sense Bakugo's tao? His energy? What does it feel like, does it move a certain way, or glow a particular color? It's been a while since he's tried reading someone else's tao signatures, so he might be rusty. But if he can get get any read on him, he'll send out a barrage of vines toward the hero, trying to buy a precious few seconds for his eye to regrow proper.]
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High five on intimidation.
He remembers cajoling the man into Beak's training room to avoid more wanton damage. Yeah, Chobe found some entertainment in that, but this? This is far better for both of them. When he can break out of his own personal restraints. This shitty place focuses too much on pleasure and sex; he hardly ever gets to whale on stupid criminals and tough opponents. Chobe's a different breed. Fuck, he's ready to blast this fucker into fertilizer!
Not dumb enough to fall for a decoy blast long, huh. Figures. Means the second that eye swivels to find him, he knows he's gonna slam his blinding burst straight into his retina! Bingo! Even Bakugo has to shut his eyes momentarily with this burst, his normal resistance to his explosion's light not quite reaching the limit of his stun grenade. Always pushing himself forward even past his own capabilities. That's Bakugo.
Shit, already going for his damn eye? He snaps his own open as another explosion cancels out gory squelches and bloody ooze. Chobe did that the first time he landed this attack on him. There's no way the man's gonna leave himself open while blinded. Missing a surprise revelation of Chobe's bad eye suddenly opening, Bakugo twists in the sky above and drops towards him. Explosions burst and pop from both hands, each one facing opposite directions at his sides. His body torques, collecting heat and momentum around him in a swirling vortex of sweltering flame and smoke.
Chobe won't have a damn problem sensing Bakugo's energy. It burns like fire and bites like spice, tiny fizzing bubbles rushing along the thief's senses as if a million small sparks are going off at once, blazing a brilliant orange with yellow white in the center. A bomb concentrating and brimming, ready to go off.
Vines plunge towards him and crash into a wall of spiraling explosions and flame, tearing them apart as much as they begin peeling off the hero's fiery cocoon. Heat blooms across Chobe's skin from above as a falling meteor screams downward through waves of botanical fight. Partially slowing him down, partially weakening the oncoming collection- Something punches through- he doesn't even notice as blood splits open on his shoulder- red eyes blaze as he bears down on Chobe with all the fury of a missile strike.
KA-BOOOM!!! The forest lights up the sky again, swelling orb of orange and yellow rising before exploding outward in a massive combustion. Overkill? ... NO SHIT!]
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The brilliant light Bakugo's tao gives off is almost distracting. It may telegraph his movements to Chobe, but it hardly prepares him in full for the spinning pitch of death the hero's winding up for. His eye reforms just in time to see that swirling energy take form, right on top of him, and little else. Well shit.
The most he can do is sprout vines all over his body in an attempt to cocoon himself. He'll still be feeling that blast though, ears ringing from the sheer force and heat burning through his makeshift shield as he's knocked clear from the sky. He hurdles toward the ground like a flaming meteorite, landing hard enough to create another scorched crater, and destroying the vines that cushioned his fall. His body ragdolls a few more meters before he manages to dig his arm into the ground to catch himself.
There are chunks of him missing, but his head is still in tact. And those chunks are already being pulled back together.]
FUCK I thought you were tryin' to blow my head off, not rattle me around like a pair of dice!
[He doubts it'll hit him, but with his arm anchored he shoots up a massive spike of vines at the hero with the backdrop of that blood red moon. He's almost a little jealous. Versatility and power, the punk's quirk is a bad match for him. He really would have been dead if he had his head on straight that day. Chobe excels in adapting, but sometimes you can't out-strategize being double teamed by raw power.]
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Well shit. Did he really need a variant of his strongest move to take off Chobe's head? Not really. At this point, he wouldn't even know if said head came off or if the entire body went up in incinerated blasting. To hell with it! Chobe invited him to vent and he's taking his invite and then some! Hitting the ground on his feet, he skids backwards, heels digging a groove in leaves and soil and body bent at the waist to balance himself. A hard sling of his arm throws his center in place and he straightens up with a chuff of foggy breath, one thumb flicking beneath his nose.] How's that?
[Cocky. Red eyes bore into his smokecloud, body tense as muscles harden in preparation for movement. Just because Chobe's initial stab through the ground had a tactile hint doesn't mean he can't increase the speed. Bakugo reaches for his left arm and wipes his fingers over a blood-leaking deltoid. Shit, got him right on the upper part. One down... two to go. Movement rustles fading smoke, red eyes narrowing when a breeze pushes it sideways. Revealing Chobe not in the damn crater, but a few meters off. Shit. Chunked but hardly decapitated.]
What'd I get, seven? [Ha ha. Vines shoot up and arc back down, each spiky end almost gleaming in the light. Nope! Still active! His foot crushes the ground and pivots, diving for the side as spines stud the earthen surface with rapid impacts. Long range, short range, spread moves, focused strikes, massive ammo reserves: Chobe's powers are just as threatening even if Bakugo has the elemental advantage. Ironically, if his suit hadn't acted up that day, the blonde would've hard far more reservations about killing. Though maybe Chobe's right; without his insane drive and villainous bloodlust for victory that day, he would've had his wits more about him and succeeded rather than fucked up in his own eager ambitions.]
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Buuut he didn't. Must mean he's itching for more, too.
He shifts--one of his legs is broken. A quick, unnatural twist and bam, good as new, back into place. He stands upright, withdrawing his arm from the ground as his eyes take on that glow again, bark and vines overtake him, and his skin goes dark.]
A seven? More like snake eyes.
[Attack from the top and the bottom, keep him trapped til he can get close. A loud snarl, and a mass of black vines erupt from his back and into the sky, lashing downwards like a thorny fly swatter. He doesn't let up from there though, also sending more of his roots through the ground, using the 'spike' attack as a diversion as smaller roots try to snag the hero's legs. A multi angle attack, but one that's also keeping Chobe in place to be properly rooted.]
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Chobe wasn't around to see his arm get wrecked when he attacked Toma. He isn't to that point yet. But there's a reason he's not pressing his advantage yet. Giving himself a few moments to recover and plan. Bastard's easily able to ball himself up in a shield of branches. Cleaving through them takes time, enough for Chobe to slip out the "back" of his shield and get away. He has to rip his defenses away and crash him with enough force to plow through any residual offense.]
Tch! [There he goes again. Good as new. Regeneration's a fucking cracked skill. Blackness curls across Chobe's body and he drops both hands, sparks spitting into life once more amid a scorching glow in each palm.] Aren't you missing one?
[Taunting since he can see now, Chobe's got both those eyes open. One normal, the other strangely lit. Probably can't "see" out of it in a traditional sense. He has to be tracing something else with it instead. Thermal? No. Wait, the energy he mentioned before. From their world. Tao.]
Shit! [Another fucking rain! He dashes forward aga- ngh?! Red eyes widen, body lurching all the way to his foot, which refuses to follow. Dirt bunches around a stomped foreleg, head jerking back to his trapped limb. Underground! Bakugo wrenches one hand up and the other down.] DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!
[*KA-BOOM!* Twin explosions erupt, one belching into the sky and swallowing his plunging rain of vines like an inverted rocket ignition, the other blooming into the ground with Bakugo as the middle of a combustive hourglass from hell. Before both explosions meet and erupt together, pounding out a shockwave and heat in all directions. Mental note: watch his fucking feet around Chobe!
A little smokey and scuffed, he beaks from his twin blasts and tumbles backwards, shoulders rutting into a tree behind him. Neither can see the other for a second... Taking the dying noise of his explosion as cover, Bakugo catches onto a low branch and swings up, bouncing into the tree and perching above, red eyes glaring down into the battlefield below. Where'd you go, Mulch Face...]
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As soon as those blasts ignite, he discards the assault of vines, digging his roots in so he isn't blown away. The heat still tears at him, peeling back vines, bark, skin, but he can power through it. And once the initial blowback passes him, he's off, tearing through the smoke before it clears. He doesn't need to see or hear if he can hone in on the brilliant color of Bakugo's inner core, and he darts straight for him even as the residual heat sizzles at his form. Bakugo gets into that tree just as Chobe emerges from the smokescreen, a vine whipping forward to stab at the base of the tree.]
--tch. You a damn squirrel now?
[A follow up with a slashing vine to slice off that branch, and another to chop down the tree. Get down here!!]
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