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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!

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.

▶ 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!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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Comments

[blastedass]

[A hound which focuses on treeing things, DUH! Chobe wanted the tree brought down, Bakugo gave it to him! He wishes he could saturate the damn thing with enough sweat to make it detonate that much, but nope, wasn't given enough time. So have a burning bursting crusher! With some explosions powering its velocity. Branches, leaves, twigs, bark, botanical pieces crash into the ground with a resounding cacophony, blowing diamond-shaped boughs of brown, red, and yellow all over the place. A pretty grave for a chunk of rot! ... As if something like a tree falling could kill Chobe.

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]

[brother_nature]

[If caught off guard, a falling tree wouldn't necessarily kill him, no, but if his core got trapped under it? That'd be a problem. Can't regenerate without space, after all. But thankfully, even if he hadn't dodged, he's strong enough to catch a whole tree trunk, at least for a moment, and toss it slightly off to the side. But doing that would have left him just as open, and combined with the debris, he'd been knocked down and squashed by the sheer force anyway. Not a great gamble.

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.]

[blastedass]

[All the things Bakugo wants to learn but hasn't yet, and would totally use against Chobe if he did. Stuff his core in a fat glass jar and watch him for a bit. Fucking Chia Pet. Instead, he's left with what he does know: a man with impressive speed and superhuman strength, amazing reaction time, feral prowess, stubborn drive, quick hands, and a mixture of plant-based abilities with insane regeneration. Dropping a tree on such a person wasn't an attempt to kill so much as keep his damn attention while Bakugo went for another attack.

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.]

[brother_nature]

[Sorry bucko, it'd definitely take a larger, all encompassing blast to incinerate him all in one blow. Even Dabi's flames barely managed, with Chobe more so done in because he couldn't escape the constant output of intense heat. Not that a full incineration would kill him either, not without Bakugo knowing exactly how to strike him, but after having his brother cry on him, he's very much not willing to spill that info just yet.

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.

[blastedass]

[He has larger, stronger, hotter, but at the risk of fucking up his arms and Chobe wiggling himself back out of his burnt pieces, he isn't gonna take the risk. Wearing Chobe down over multiple blasts is in the same vein as Dabi's continued flames is the route he's already accepted is the answer. That said, if push comes to shove, he has a contingency. He doesn't want to use it. With both groups hopefully keeping a tremulous truce, whatever.

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!]

[brother_nature]

Surprised ya didn't blast me into smaller chunks while I recovered. Lose yer steam, or did ya feel bad for me?

[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?

[blastedass]

I blew your head off. Spar's over.

[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.]

[brother_nature]

Saving it for a rainy day? Hah. Suit yourself.

[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.

[blastedass]

Hmph. [Chobe's strong. He's also crazy and villainous. Bakugo has no intention of dangling this over his head like some life debt to taunt and tease him with. No, he's keeping it as a one-time check to utilize this man's strength or word for something important. Who knows, maybe it'll never come up, they won't reach a point it's needed, one of them will be gone before he can use it. But he's gonna hold on until then. Chobe can at least figure Bakugo's not the kind to blow it on a stupid pointless favor.

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!]

[brother_nature]

["If only." Not a thought that will ever cross Chobe's mind for himself. Too many specifics, too many factors, too many paths that lead either to death or crime. To either him or his brother dying, leaving the other alone. Nah, as far as Chobe's concerned, he's a villain through and through, and he'll never be apologetic for it.

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.