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【 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 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.
▶ 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.
▶ 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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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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Sensitive ears, right? Storage space in his body.
And no tree control.
He's under no illusion Chobe can't see him; there's enough bloody moonlight (literally) to catch his skin and hair despite the dark clothes he's wearing. But no... the man beelines towards him with far more assurance than someone who got a lucky sweep of the eye. He really is tracking him with tao. Tch! Great. So much for surprising him.
That's fine. Bakugo hates stealth and surprise attacks anyways. He can piss off with this research testing bit!]
What, did ya say something, tree hound?
[Vine axe! A woody chop shlunks through his branch's connection, lopping it off at the same time as another cleaves clean through the tree's trunk. Just in time for Bakugo to plant his hands and feet on the falling trunk and-] TAKE THIS!
[-blasts the entire trunk straight down towards Chobe. Down enough for you?!]
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[Hold that thought, he doesn't want to know. And doesn't really have time to listen to an explanation. He was just a bit too slow, missed his chance for a surprise stab, or maybe Bakugo heard him coming, Chobe's not sure. He was expecting Bakugo to fly off with a blast if he missed his chance, but turning the whole damn tree into a grenade? Color Chobe impressed and maybe a little bit alarmed.
He kicks back to avoid the brunt of the explosion, and to dodge getting squashed by the heft of whatever remains of the tree as it crashes down. He can't avoid the scatter shot of splinters that break off from the blast, acting as sharp, burning shrapnel. He manages to knock a few away with a vine--and by knock away, I mean he deliberately smacks them up and back toward Bakugo, forgoing fulling avoiding them if it means getting a shot back at the hero.
That means getting absolutely peppered by the rest of them though. He lets out a snarl as he's punctured all over, including his good eye again. Great, love that, love having to regrow his eye twice in one night!! Blood spurts from the wooden chips lodged all over, chest, limb, gut, and hey, here's another fun fact for Bakugo. He can't just absorb other plant matter, nope, he's gotta manually remove it all if he wants to heal up.
Thankfully a mostly trivial matter, and he grits his teeth as he flexes his body all over, muscles forcefully ejecting the splinters. He has to manually gauge out his eye though, and he hunkers down for a few moments to heal, keeping his feelers out in case Bakugo zooms in on him in that brief window of vulnerability.]
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Fuck! He's sending them back?! Bakugo slings one hand backwards, a flurry of sparks crackling and igniting another explosive wave. Weaker, loud, but more to make a "screen" blowing those shrapnel pieces away from him as they break apart once more for another round of distance combat. Tch, if he fought Chobe back home, he'd be sorely unimpressed he was pitted against some plant bastard. A bad match up for him. But Chobe's not some weak one-and-done combat trick. Much as he disgusts him, the man still retains Bakugo's begrudging respect for his power and ability.
Gah! My eye! Why is it always the goddamn eye?!This time, he's not letting Chobe have a breather! Zoom is right, lighting up the forest with a billowing bloom of detonations. Most normal humans and some advanced once wouldn't be able to keep up with his speed in this state, having worked up enough of a sweat he's kicked gears over, but Chobe's gonna see him blitz, bounding over the guy's body with one explosion to dodge any head-on swipes, and hanging upside down as he drops slow mo on his other side.Doesn't matter if he takes another blow on the way down; he opts to tank it instead, whether a spiky shield or side spine. Framed by bloody splinters popping out of Chobe's shoulders and back, Bakugo's entire hand's powered up into hot white, doing exactly what the man thought: capitalizing on his vulnerability. Regeneration's amazing and powerful, but that's the thing, he still has to regenerate.] Got you.
[EXPLOSION]
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Not that the alternative has worked out for him either!! An annoying, but pleasant surprise for Chobe; he's never actually seen Bakugo use the environment before, usually just relying on his own power. The punk knows how to adapt when need be, shouldn't have given him a chance to weaponize anything. Ah well.
He can "see" Bakugo zipping around, though that light of his core gets muddled with all the explosions he's letting loose; they're created by his tao too, after all. Clever little bastard. He must be coming right for him, and Chobe figures, fuck it, vines curling around one of his arms to create a drill-like blade. He swings it wildly, betting on Bakugo at least backing up so as not to take another puncture. . .but nah, he powers through it, getting a surprised gawk from Chobe as his eye finally recovers.
Just in time for him to turn his head and see that brilliant glow mere inches from his face.]
Fucking--
[Heck.
And that's game. Well then, at least it was fun? That's his one last thought before his mind has to black out, the heat bubbling his skin and melting flesh, barely felt before the blast blows his head clean off in a satisfying splatter.
His body stays standing for a moment before limply falling over. And there's a few seconds before roots and vines manage to push through that cauterized stump of a neck to start rebuilding. Better give him a minute.]
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As much as Chobe's impressed with him, the blonde's refusing to treat his opponent as anything but a serious threat and fatal risk. His attention, drive, ambition, goals, all of them narrowed down to claiming victory over a man he won't ever underestimate. There's so much more to Chobe's power and ability; sucks they're not exactly buddies to kick back for regular sparring.
Did he expect this to take his head off? ... No, actually. He unleashes a conical explosion, pouring out hard enough to bunch his shoulder muscles and bulge sinew into a minor strain. Sweat flies from his nape and hair, blown backwards as his arm recoils from the impact. Does it count as blowing a head off if the entire body's gone too? Bakugo braces in front of pluming smoke, fingers twitching on his hand, breath coming a bit harder. Fuck. A few snaps and stabs of pain suggest he got some of Chobe's stupid splinters stuck in his arms.
There he is... headless chicken pose. Is it telling Bakugo's less thrilled about seeing Chobe's head gone and more pissed he didn't vaporize his entire body? (Then again, this wasn't his largest blast.) For wooden bark, his armor holds up stupidly well. As the man's ears reform, he's gonna hear a warbled click of annoyance as Bakugo's tongue slaps down in his jaw and he spits off to the side.] Fucking tough bastard. Next time I'll obliterate you into nothing.
[But there's no attempt to blast him again or continue the assault. He could do so. Lay into him instantly, rain blow after blow as Chobe recovers, tear away piece from piece from piece before more can reform. Out here with no interruptions, he could try his damnest to kill him. He could. Part of him wants to... but he doesn't listen to that part. Bakugo digs a splinter from his bicep. This time, his reaction speed topped Chobe's; he's gonna have to get faster, stronger, if he wants to keep his advantage.
Does this make him feel better? Maybe a little. He'd be lying if he said his stomach didn't bubble in anger over Chobe's life. Someone who could've been an amazing hero.]
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Though Bakugo already has a huge advantage he might not be aware of. He's still growing, just barely an adult. His quirk and body can keep getting stronger and evolving. Chobe can continue to hone his tao, learn new tricks, adapt, but the base of his body will always be trapped as a man in his early 20s. Not that Chobe's complaining; he was fit and near his peak before the plant, and he's even stronger after. But immortality still has its limits.
The vines spin and thread, quickly rebuilding his spine and skull, and blood, muscle and flesh follows soon after, just in time for his ears to pick up that muffled bitching. A twitch of his body, and he's already pushing himself off the ground before all his features are back proper. His face splits open holes for his mouth, nose and eyes, and he starts half coughing half laughing as he expels any gunk or debris stuck in his throat after reforming. Another moment, and his hair sprouts to give him a full head again.
An exhale, and he stands upright, stretching under the light of that red moon. He smirks and brings up a hand to braid back up the longer side of his hair.]
Heeell, punk. You're the little bastard here! Maybe all this damn fresh air got to my head, didn't think you'd get me that fast.
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Buddy, if Chobe thinks Bakugo's gonna be in this resort until he's a fully-grown-ass adult of 25... he missed out on the painting event where he could've met Bakugo's 25-year-old adult self. Who certainly did have that kind of power. Bakugo couldn't best his older self each time he fought him, each time having to rely on another ally or friend to bail him out before his double could kill him. Fuck... He doesn't want to be here that long, dammit.
Bakugo crouches beside Chobe's body, silently glaring at his recombining plant-turned-flesh. Gross but fascinating. Similar to the Nomu's regeneration, but less bloody and squishy. He rises to his feet again along with Chobe's standing form. Then turns his head aside and twists his shoulder to the same, avoiding getting any splatters of throat gunk on him. Gross. There goes his hair...
Tch, damn, and here he was gonna tug at his braid. Guess Chobe has to make it first. Red eyes follow his fingers, noting the way he divides the longer side into three, how he weaves them together, his length and the binding at the end, memorizing it. For no reason at all.]
Tch! [Bakugo shifts, letting Chobe see the slice on his arm and the splinter-made holes (those weren't intentional) he man left on him.] Then next time i'll blow it off twice!
[Is he also a little bummed it ended so fast? ... YES! He hardly ever gets to cut loose!]
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[He assumes some lingering sense of honor or whatever, baffling to Chobe given he gave him free reign to vent. Doesn't matter much in the long run, he'd simply replenish his tao once he and Toma meet back up.
He cocks his head, seeing his handiwork on the hero. Even if the last bit of damage wasn't purposeful, he'll take the credit. And wounds like that won't stop him from building his fortress or whatever. Truce (shakily) remains in tact! At least for now, he's satisfied he can somewhat keep up with the zippy little bug. Can't get too sloppy. Does he expect Bakugo to be here forever, or hell, even for another year or two? Of course not. He and others don't have eternity like the brothers, and no way would he be satisfied living in a this gilded cage the rest of his life. Chobe simply recognizes the benefits mortality provides, and it's why he still respects it.
He finishes off the braid with a smirk (which mirrors Toma's braid, if Bakugo ever catches that), and casually threads his hands behind his head.]
Still way more fun than playing babysitting camp, eh? But I'll keep my end of the deal. So, whaddya want from me?
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[Simple as that. They agreed what the stopping point was, he made it and won, and it's done. Kicking someone when they're down disgusts his pride. Though... he's not afraid to "no kill like overkill" either. Onus is all Bakugo, nothing on Chobe's head. He's not gonna break the rules he laid down himself.
Bakugo runs his thumb across the cut on his arm, red eyes burning at his wound as if he can cauterize it with gaze alone. Blood leaks onto his thumb, deep enough it's not clotting any time soon. Shit. An inch further in and it would've scraped his bone. He abruptly digs his finger into his shirt sleeve and rips the entire thing off with a harsh yank. Teeth and hand work together, tearing the cylinder of cloth into two even, ragged strips, and knotting one end together.] p-teh- [Spitting out the end in his mouth. One wrap after another winds the makeshift bandage around his arm, sealing his laceration off from further elements. He fashions another knot over the wound itself and draws it tight between his mouth and fist, securing his covering.
At least he and Chobe can agree this place isn't their far-flung future. He doesn't want to see anyone trapped here till death. If the peacock would even let someone get that old. Probably kill them "accidentally" and bring them back young and horny again...
Yeah, he noticed the two shared a similar braid; it's simply more noticeable on Chobe.]
Hmph. Don't ask stupid questions. [Of course it was more fun! Chobe saw him smiling in the battle.] I'm gonna keep it until I need it. [He respects deals like these, so isn't going to blow it on something stupid just to cash in.]
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[Maybe he'll forget it by then. . .nah, not Bakugo. Chobe's a liar and a thief and has no problem going back on his word, but for deals like this? Gotta stick to 'em to build consistency, foster at least a baseline of trust around here. He'll just brace himself for whatever favor Bakugo springs on him in the future.
A slight headtilt at how skillfully Bakugo tended to his wounds. A bit of a nostalgic sight, Chobe remembering how he'd have to clean himself and Toma up whenever they got hurt. He could probably use his vines to wrap up others. . .eh. Not his problem. This place makes him reminisce way too much.
He shakes his head, and raises a hand dismissively.]
Welp, I got my kicks, I'm gonna go find my bro and make sure no one's tryin' to do anything too unsavory.
Have fun with yer baby camp.
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Despite blowing his head off, he's irked at getting sliced once and studded several times, counting the group as 2 out of 3 hits. Wanted a full 1 - 0 victory! Next time, he'll land his scoring hit without a single injury!
He aims high, shut up.Of course Chobe could use his powers to help people. Every villain could become a hero "if only" never happened. Then again, every hero could become a villain "if only" went down...He snorts at the dismissive motion before catching Chobe's raised hand by the wrist and pulls him in at the same time as he steps into his space. And bluntly attempts to kiss him for the fuck of it. Sweaty, smoky, a clash of heat in the cold.
Whether he succeeds or not is up to Chobe, but he'll let him go after and step around him to leave.]
Same. [He enjoyed this more than he's gonna let on. Ngh! Shoulders just up and he bristles instantly, stomping towards the smoking woods.] It's a fucking boot camp! Shut up and die!
[This fucking bastard!]
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Then again, for him? Villain simply means whatever he wants it to mean at his convenience. Always adapt.
The sudden grab of his wrist makes him tense momentarily, ready to go again if that's the hero's game, only get yanked into that kiss. Messy, sloppy, as Chobe's confused for a moment before returning it with a bit of tongue and then breaking it off.
Huh. Guess this means he really doesn't want to kill him anymore. Weird. He watches Bakugo stomp off, then cracks a grin as he leaves, too.]
Never will.