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[The first person taking on Flins got the raw end of a surprise deal. But anyone approaching afterwards, and watched, was either way too cocky in their skills or a glutton for punishment. Bakugo, on the other hand, knows exactly what he's up against and is 100% assured in his ability to beat this man into the ground! Their first spar might've been a tactical draw, but he counted that loss personally and is raring to bring the score back to even. Ping-pong course or not!
Some of the audience is moving out of the way. Those white balls are looking far too much like bullets soon enough.
HE'LL MOCK MERCILESSLY!]
Giving yourself a pep talk over there? [He's not answering such a ridiculous question. ATTITUDE! His lips spread in a fang-baring grin as Flins rolls his sleeve up in preparation. Already breaking a sweat, huh?] OY! [He tilts his head to the side, grin vanishing in a snarl of surprise, then back to a smirk as the ball crashes into the wall and breaks in half.] Baaaka! That's my point, you idiot.
[Where are you aiming! His forehead's way above the table!]
[It's not unlike those hammer games of strength at festivals: one person sees a challenge and thinks "I can handle that" and before they know it they're getting their ass handed to them. Thankfully Bakugo is the furthest thing from a fool attempting to blindly brute force his way through something. ...okay maybe not the furthest thing, but he's smart enough to know better than to think Flins will be a pushover.
Smart crowd, at least. Last thing they need is to have an unnecessary injuries.]
Not exactly. [Chuckling to himself, he bounces another ball, this time serving it properly but with some force behind it.] I was merely checking to see that you were paying attention, is all. And perhaps giving you a head start.
[The smirk he wears is almost mocking, a rarity for him; he's trying deliberately to goad Bakugo into a rage. He's noticed that a temper seems to be the young man's biggest sticking point and thus plans to see if he can exploit it.]
[Maybe one day, Flins will get to see Bakugo test his hand at those hammer games. He's already made the whack-a-mole machienes in the arcade piss themselves the second he sets foot inside the light-flushed area. His opponent's no pushover, but whacking the ball AT him and completely missing the table's a fucking rookie mistake. Hilarious as it is. There's no way the man's going to repeat that slip next time. ... Don't think he's gonna mistake a rebounded attempt to bean him with the ball! He'll send one right back!
People should wear some goggles when spectating Ping-Pong Extreme.]
Haa?! Who the hell do you think I am?! [Like he wouldn't pay attention to a game he's willingly competing it. Wha-?! A head start?! Veins throb on his forehead, red eyes shrinking into a egregious rage as his expression wrenches savage.] I'm gonna fucking slaughter you.
[Dead man. He's combating a dead fucking man. Bakugo's racket handle grits its own wooden grain as he crushes his grip around it, forearm muscles going wire taut with his next swing. SMASH!!
... okay, so the balls are reinforced, BUT STILL- here comes another howler.]
[He can very easily imagine the poor game breaking with the first swing, haha... Most forms of entertainment probably aren't designed with the destructive tendencies of an explosive hero in mind, so it stands to reason your average game goes on the fritz when Bakugo approaches. But hey, let a fae live a little! He was just having fun... Although he should have made it a valid shot, it's true. Then the game would've started on an even higher note.
Helmets, too, probably.]
Young Master Bakugo, that's who. God of Explosions, yes? [Teasing him again by not remembering his overly long name. Paraphrasing counts, right? Though it's good to see that his poking and prodding is having the intended affect. That's one hell of a ldirty look.] Oh? Then I think you're in the wrong line of work.
[Perhaps he should join the Fatui... They seem to care less about the number of corpses their work builds up. For now, though, he keeps his eye on the ball, movements smooth and elegant as he steps lightly and moves to send the ball back with another overhanded swing. WHOOSH it goes!
Again, for the space between his eyes. He's doing this on purpose...]
[To his credit, he didn't demolish the stupid thing; those tickets were his to cash in for vouchers! But once or twice, his anger at the resort got the better of him and he ended up taking it out on the game. Normally Bakugo isn't up for wanton destruction of other people's property, but it's real fucking hard to give a shit about property belonging to a kidnapper keeping him in a place he should never have been in, dammit!
Rest assured, Flins' not escaping a pingpong ball to the forehead before this game's over!]
YOU'RE DEAD!! [No one calls him by his overly long hero name, much to his rage. At least Flins got two out of five right. Doesn't do shit to quell the surge building up on his side of the table. Fuck, he wants to land a shot right on this bastard's grinning face!] I'm exactly where I wanna be right now!
[Taking out a blue-haired pain in the ass with a pingpong ball! Bakugo cusses as Flins takes the ball with nary a struggle, as if floating to the side he needs. He's no slouch in speed, and those long arms and legs mean he'll be able to cover a lot more table space. Corner shots are gonna be expected. *WHAP* ... HE WENT FOR HIS FUCKING EYES AGAIN?!
Easy dodge, another point, but-] DAMMIT! TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!
[He can't enjoy his win if Flins is throwing the match!]
[Points where you can get 'em, huh? It's a small wonder that more of the resort's guests do have temper tantrums or hissy fits and tear the place apart. Or maybe they did and got in trouble for it? Flins hasn't heard one way or the other. He needs to put his ear to the ground and gather some intel on the situation here, truly.
If that's the extent of his injuries, he'll take it, honestly.]
Haha~ No, then. [Well, when it is kind of long and overly complex, you can't blame people for forgetting it or misremembering! Hence why Flins himself has chosen his surname to go by this time. He was Kyryll in the days of the courts of yore, Chudomirovich before his sleep, and now Flins after awakening. Much simpler this way.] Then do try to smile some, yes?
[A nice, serene smile like his own would be a miracle. Or perhaps Bakugo's face would crack, he's not sure... Though that may happen anyway given how Flins is treating him this time around. The ball goes sailing past Bakugo's head, warranting a knowing smirk that looks almost out of place on Flins' typically calm expression.]
Very well. If you insist. I just thought a little fun was in order.
[All the same, he prepares a third ping pong ball, this time behaving himself and serving it to a corner, trying to get it into the far reaches of the table's corner, just as Bakugo predicted. It probably won't be enough to slow him down, but it's the thought that counts, right?]
[Most people who've rebelled usually quiet down when they find out how pointless it is. Bakugo lashed out several times his first day, beating the highest-floor ceiling with as many explosions as he could until his arms screamed and his breath ran ragged. Didn't make a damn dent. Even fighting off the stupid gull-headed guards didn't get much more than a disproving talking to by another staff member (who he also threatened to scram or die). One person isn't going to break out of here by brute force; a tantrum doesn't do anything but give some frustration its due. He'd rather vent in the training rooms and get stronger in the process.
RGGGGHH!! THAT SMUG FACE IS REALLY PISSING HIM OFF!! Bakugo only uses his hero name for his online user ID. He hasn't had any reason to don his alias in the resort, save for when people ask. The only naming convention he bristles under is when Westerners try calling him by his first name; yeah it's normal in their culture, but really weird hearing someone he doesn't know that well drop his given name like they're close friends out of nowhere! Hence why he usually introduces himself family-name first to anyone. Easterners pick up on the same cultural respect and Westerners think "Bakugo" is his first name, thus call him by it. Win Win.] I'm smiling right now, you ass!
[Right, because that feral look splitting his face into fang-bearing slasher smiles and wide-eyed death intents is surely equal to a smile. Nyoom! He feels the ball scrape through a few spikes of hair on the side of his head, threatening to set the upper shell of his ear on fire, before it blitzes past. This shitty bastard did it on purpose.]
Why you--...!! [A throaty growl strains through his teeth and neck as he seizes his paddle in hand and slings his arm back, red eyes blazing over the swell of his bicep crossing in front of his face. One solid whack sends the ball to the corner and Bakugo catches it with a hard sweep, sending it flying towards Flins once more. This time aiming straight for his middle.]
[It's true what they say: you can't riot on your own; a one-man riot is a tantrum. No matter how strong Bakugo is, it's clear their captor is stronger yet still. They'll have to come up with something more clever than a brute force approach of hammering away at the walls or ceiling. What that entails, Flins doesn't quite know thus far, though the whispers about the resort's heart are promising indeed. For now they can train together and keep each other on their toes, even through a game of ping pong.
Perhaps it might even teach Bakugo a little self-control and patience. (Yeah right...) It's certainly teaching Flins a great deal about the young man, and encouraging him to be a bit less whimsical in his approach to dealing with people. Will he learn? Yeah, probably not either. Two stubborn cusses battling for supremacy here. The only winners might be the resort itself for all the energy they're putting forward. Thankfully he has enough respect to address Bakugo by whichever name he chooses, save for the honorable title that's been bestowed upon him only partially in jest. To Flins, Illuga will always be his young master, but Bakugo deserve respect, too. And calling him by name feels a little too personal at the moment.] Hehe, indeed you are. And what a frightening visage it is.
[Hey, it counts! Just... not the kind you wear to picture day. Flins knows his attempt to cajole Bakugo will only earn more of his ire, but that's the name of the game. ~Strategy!~ By now all but the most hardcore of watchers have fled the room, seeing that this match will only get more out of hand. Laughing lightly, Flins taps his paddle against his free hand, shrugging a bit.]
Come now, Young Master. Surely you can do better than that. [He gets his wish, though! For Bakugo slams the ball back in his direction at a very inopportune angle, forcing him to twist out of the way to get his paddle in position. It does no good, though: the ball goes sailing off to the side. Point to Bakugo there.] Hmm... Very good. I see you're not just skilled in combat. [Retrieving their ball, he tosses it a couple times and then serves with an echoing slam, imparting a bit of flame onto the ball so that it glows azure as it bounces once and then flies for Bakugo's right shoulder.]
[Oh he can riot all on his own! He's a one-man walking arsenal! But this place proved itself stronger than his powers alone, sending him back with a bunch of snarls and bitter growls with a burning determination to get stronger. He knows the only way they're going to escape is by rebelling together, and only after they've gathered enough information to make their push impossible to deny. Undermining, pressing advantage, exploiting weakness, and finally crippling the damn thing to the bitter end. He has to be ready for whenever that happens.
Anyone who sees Bakugo as nothing more than an explosive loudmouth with anger issues is quickly going to get wrecked by reality. For all his explosive attitude and jerk ass temperament, his natural skill and ambitious drive refuse to let himself get carried away and fail thanks to his own nature! He reaches the ping-pong ball without delay and slams it back across the net, already moving his body to the center in preparation for whatever Flins serves at him next. He has to hit the table, so there's no point in guarding anything above his chest. Even a rebound means it's at waist height already. Red eyes scan the entire swath of space between his side and Flins' own. Left, right, middle, and almost two feet above the table. That's the only area the ball can go...]
Don't piss yourself too early, Chouchin. [Scared of his face? GOOD! Bakugo has permanent gremlin face whenever pictures happen. He's never sat still and smiled like a good boy for the shutter. Even gets pissed if someone manages to snap a shot of him without snarling or scowling or yelling. Another rebound, another crash of paddle on ball, and the white meteor shoots across the net in repeated flurry. The name "ping pong" is getting obvious proof today!]
HOW'S THAT?! [You want better?! His grin widens in satisfaction when Flins has to move his center of gravity and misses the ball entirely. His point! Bakugo plops a hand on the table, making a rude gesture with his paddle in victory. Point for him! One more on the path to absolute victory!] Don't look down on me in anything! I'll obliterate any challenger!
[DID YOU JUST FUCKING LIGHT THE BALL ON FIRE?!] WHAT THE HELL?! [Whack! Back it goes, though he had to move his body similar to Flins earlier. Shit! Back to the middle before he tries taking that left side advantage!]
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Some of the audience is moving out of the way. Those white balls are looking far too much like bullets soon enough.
HE'LL MOCK MERCILESSLY!]
Giving yourself a pep talk over there? [He's not answering such a ridiculous question. ATTITUDE! His lips spread in a fang-baring grin as Flins rolls his sleeve up in preparation. Already breaking a sweat, huh?] OY! [He tilts his head to the side, grin vanishing in a snarl of surprise, then back to a smirk as the ball crashes into the wall and breaks in half.] Baaaka! That's my point, you idiot.
[Where are you aiming! His forehead's way above the table!]
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Smart crowd, at least. Last thing they need is to have an unnecessary injuries.]
Not exactly. [Chuckling to himself, he bounces another ball, this time serving it properly but with some force behind it.] I was merely checking to see that you were paying attention, is all. And perhaps giving you a head start.
[The smirk he wears is almost mocking, a rarity for him; he's trying deliberately to goad Bakugo into a rage. He's noticed that a temper seems to be the young man's biggest sticking point and thus plans to see if he can exploit it.]
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People should wear some goggles when spectating Ping-Pong Extreme.]
Haa?! Who the hell do you think I am?! [Like he wouldn't pay attention to a game he's willingly competing it. Wha-?! A head start?! Veins throb on his forehead, red eyes shrinking into a egregious rage as his expression wrenches savage.] I'm gonna fucking slaughter you.
[Dead man. He's combating a dead fucking man. Bakugo's racket handle grits its own wooden grain as he crushes his grip around it, forearm muscles going wire taut with his next swing. SMASH!!
... okay, so the balls are reinforced, BUT STILL- here comes another howler.]
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Helmets, too, probably.]
Young Master Bakugo, that's who. God of Explosions, yes? [Teasing him again by not remembering his overly long name. Paraphrasing counts, right? Though it's good to see that his poking and prodding is having the intended affect. That's one hell of a ldirty look.] Oh? Then I think you're in the wrong line of work.
[Perhaps he should join the Fatui... They seem to care less about the number of corpses their work builds up. For now, though, he keeps his eye on the ball, movements smooth and elegant as he steps lightly and moves to send the ball back with another overhanded swing. WHOOSH it goes!
Again, for the space between his eyes. He's doing this on purpose...]
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Rest assured, Flins' not escaping a pingpong ball to the forehead before this game's over!]
YOU'RE DEAD!! [No one calls him by his overly long hero name, much to his rage. At least Flins got two out of five right. Doesn't do shit to quell the surge building up on his side of the table. Fuck, he wants to land a shot right on this bastard's grinning face!] I'm exactly where I wanna be right now!
[Taking out a blue-haired pain in the ass with a pingpong ball! Bakugo cusses as Flins takes the ball with nary a struggle, as if floating to the side he needs. He's no slouch in speed, and those long arms and legs mean he'll be able to cover a lot more table space. Corner shots are gonna be expected. *WHAP* ... HE WENT FOR HIS FUCKING EYES AGAIN?!
Easy dodge, another point, but-] DAMMIT! TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!
[He can't enjoy his win if Flins is throwing the match!]
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If that's the extent of his injuries, he'll take it, honestly.]
Haha~ No, then. [Well, when it is kind of long and overly complex, you can't blame people for forgetting it or misremembering! Hence why Flins himself has chosen his surname to go by this time. He was Kyryll in the days of the courts of yore, Chudomirovich before his sleep, and now Flins after awakening. Much simpler this way.] Then do try to smile some, yes?
[A nice, serene smile like his own would be a miracle. Or perhaps Bakugo's face would crack, he's not sure... Though that may happen anyway given how Flins is treating him this time around. The ball goes sailing past Bakugo's head, warranting a knowing smirk that looks almost out of place on Flins' typically calm expression.]
Very well. If you insist. I just thought a little fun was in order.
[All the same, he prepares a third ping pong ball, this time behaving himself and serving it to a corner, trying to get it into the far reaches of the table's corner, just as Bakugo predicted. It probably won't be enough to slow him down, but it's the thought that counts, right?]
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RGGGGHH!! THAT SMUG FACE IS REALLY PISSING HIM OFF!! Bakugo only uses his hero name for his online user ID. He hasn't had any reason to don his alias in the resort, save for when people ask. The only naming convention he bristles under is when Westerners try calling him by his first name; yeah it's normal in their culture, but really weird hearing someone he doesn't know that well drop his given name like they're close friends out of nowhere! Hence why he usually introduces himself family-name first to anyone. Easterners pick up on the same cultural respect and Westerners think "Bakugo" is his first name, thus call him by it. Win Win.] I'm smiling right now, you ass!
[Right, because that feral look splitting his face into fang-bearing slasher smiles and wide-eyed death intents is surely equal to a smile. Nyoom! He feels the ball scrape through a few spikes of hair on the side of his head, threatening to set the upper shell of his ear on fire, before it blitzes past. This shitty bastard did it on purpose.]
Why you--...!! [A throaty growl strains through his teeth and neck as he seizes his paddle in hand and slings his arm back, red eyes blazing over the swell of his bicep crossing in front of his face. One solid whack sends the ball to the corner and Bakugo catches it with a hard sweep, sending it flying towards Flins once more. This time aiming straight for his middle.]
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Perhaps it might even teach Bakugo a little self-control and patience. (Yeah right...) It's certainly teaching Flins a great deal about the young man, and encouraging him to be a bit less whimsical in his approach to dealing with people. Will he learn? Yeah, probably not either. Two stubborn cusses battling for supremacy here. The only winners might be the resort itself for all the energy they're putting forward. Thankfully he has enough respect to address Bakugo by whichever name he chooses, save for the honorable title that's been bestowed upon him only partially in jest. To Flins, Illuga will always be his young master, but Bakugo deserve respect, too. And calling him by name feels a little too personal at the moment.] Hehe, indeed you are. And what a frightening visage it is.
[Hey, it counts! Just... not the kind you wear to picture day. Flins knows his attempt to cajole Bakugo will only earn more of his ire, but that's the name of the game. ~Strategy!~ By now all but the most hardcore of watchers have fled the room, seeing that this match will only get more out of hand. Laughing lightly, Flins taps his paddle against his free hand, shrugging a bit.]
Come now, Young Master. Surely you can do better than that. [He gets his wish, though! For Bakugo slams the ball back in his direction at a very inopportune angle, forcing him to twist out of the way to get his paddle in position. It does no good, though: the ball goes sailing off to the side. Point to Bakugo there.] Hmm... Very good. I see you're not just skilled in combat. [Retrieving their ball, he tosses it a couple times and then serves with an echoing slam, imparting a bit of flame onto the ball so that it glows azure as it bounces once and then flies for Bakugo's right shoulder.]
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Anyone who sees Bakugo as nothing more than an explosive loudmouth with anger issues is quickly going to get wrecked by reality. For all his explosive attitude and jerk ass temperament, his natural skill and ambitious drive refuse to let himself get carried away and fail thanks to his own nature! He reaches the ping-pong ball without delay and slams it back across the net, already moving his body to the center in preparation for whatever Flins serves at him next. He has to hit the table, so there's no point in guarding anything above his chest. Even a rebound means it's at waist height already. Red eyes scan the entire swath of space between his side and Flins' own. Left, right, middle, and almost two feet above the table. That's the only area the ball can go...]
Don't piss yourself too early, Chouchin. [Scared of his face? GOOD! Bakugo has permanent gremlin face whenever pictures happen. He's never sat still and smiled like a good boy for the shutter. Even gets pissed if someone manages to snap a shot of him without snarling or scowling or yelling. Another rebound, another crash of paddle on ball, and the white meteor shoots across the net in repeated flurry. The name "ping pong" is getting obvious proof today!]
HOW'S THAT?! [You want better?! His grin widens in satisfaction when Flins has to move his center of gravity and misses the ball entirely. His point! Bakugo plops a hand on the table, making a rude gesture with his paddle in victory. Point for him! One more on the path to absolute victory!] Don't look down on me in anything! I'll obliterate any challenger!
[DID YOU JUST FUCKING LIGHT THE BALL ON FIRE?!] WHAT THE HELL?! [Whack! Back it goes, though he had to move his body similar to Flins earlier. Shit! Back to the middle before he tries taking that left side advantage!]