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( the thoughline running throughout this entire experience for asato is: he has no idea what’s going on.
waking up in a stranger’s room in an unfamiliar place, panicking, running, trying to find some place to hide but only really managing to find himself skidding into the highly-populated nerve centers of the Golden Peacock… as a new wildcard waking up in this place, he is confronted by staff to be told about his required 24 hours of work several times before his fight-or-flight instinct starts to die down long enough to be overridden by the long-ingrained instinct of OBEY AUTHORITY that his upbringing in kira had given him. it takes some puzzling to figure out the proper work for him, however. working as waitstaff doesn’t seem like an option because the name of any drink at all given to him just earns a wide-eyed, confounded look in response. so the only other option ends up being… )
…Excuse me.
( the voice is low and soft, perhaps hard to pick out over the clamor and din of the casino floor. he repeats it as much as he needs to to get your attention. the ribika’s dark ears are pinned flat against his head, his dark blue eyes averted downwards as he continues in his request, ) Um. Could you, move…
( the press-ganged janitor points a clawed hand at a spill near your feet—either one of their own or another guest passing by. being janitorial staff, of course, means that he’s dressed appropriately: a pressed pair of butler pants and not a stitch of clothing above the waist. thin, rangy, leanly-muscled, and covered in scars, asato gives the impression of a rough-and-tumble back alley tomcat. still, his tan skin warms with a blush as his dark tail twitches anxiously. )
II — DIRTY DICE/PEACOCK LOUNGE
a ( the young man seated across from his partner in the dirty dice room looks confused at best and uncomfortable at worst. his gaze glances around the room, taking note of all of the other tables and their inhabitants, rolling these little things across their surface and then… um, well—he quickly looks away, blushing fiercely, as body parts are presented and then touched, kissed, bitten, sucked, or whatever else their results were on the dice.
but it seems to his turn, and the expectant attention waiting on him to do something is almost worse than the confusion and alarm at everything that’s going on. he reaches out, taking the dice in his hand, and then rolls them. they come to a stop, and he looks down at them… but then he glances back up to the person he’d been partnered with, a hopeless look on his face. )
Now what…? ( he might not be communicating very well the fact that he can’t read. )
(ooc: dealer’s choice on whether or not you want to choose/randomize the results! if not, I can do so in the next round.)
b ( a hauntingly similar scenario plays out when he finds himself at a table in the peacock lounge. he’d dodged into the room to try to get away from all of the crowds, flashing lights, and loud sounds, only to be herded “helpfully” into a booth with someone else. even as the card full of date night questions is “helpfully” nudged over in his direction, he only seems more put upon, his head lowering and his ears pressing back against it. )
I, um. I don’t know what it says. ( he looks down at the grain of the table, embarrassed. not knowing how to read had never really been an issue in his life before—it’d only come up once, when he’d relied on konoe to read the books in the hidden archive of ransen’s library. something about constantly coming up short in this regard, causing confusion and trouble for others, has gotten him feeling more self-conscious than usual. ) Sorry…
III — BATHROOM
( completely overwhelmed by everything going on, asato had wound up in the bathroom out of desperation to find a place to hide. and hide he does, hunkering down in one of the stalls long enough for his heart rate to slow down, his fear to ebb away, and his courage (or, perhaps more importantly, his curiosity) to build. by the time he’s finally brave enough to leave the bathroom stall, he’s been in there for quite a while—you might not actually be aware that there was someone else in the bathroom with you until you’re both on your way to leave.
that would just be too easy, wouldn’t it?
as the teasing trio are stating their case for the taxation of sweet flirtation that they will insist upon before letting them both go free, asato is still tugging fruitlessly at the door handle, the black fur of his tail beginning to poof out in rekindled alarm. why!!)
IV — WILDCARD
( also open to other prompts, especially high-ranking guests who would be interested in taking a wildcard to the soirée as a pet! i’d even be willing to write an opener for it, if that’s easier for anyone who has interest in this. this having been said, he will struggle with the slot machines as he cannot read. )
( OOC: asato is ~20 years old; no particular preferences on age or gender, though he tends to be nervous/fearful around strangers (women moreso than men, due to lack of familiarity), so smut might need coercion, aphro, suit flare, or to be built up to by gaining his trust. )
[finally. getting away from all that goddamn red and noise! fucking hates it when this place traps people in the casino like it's supposed to be "mandatory" fun and games! dammit, some people don't WANT to be forced into social situations! those assholes at the front tried to shovel him off to some "date" bullshit until he threatened them with both rank and physical violence. he's an ace, dammit! and he's also a walking bomb who's long-since grown sick and tired of the resort's antics.
they compromised. he'd take a booth to himself and if someone else came in needing a "date", they could dump the guest across from him and maybe he'd play the damn game.
meaning whoever's the unlucky person more shoved than dumped into the facing seat is now sitting with a spiky-haired young man with one red eye glaring up from behind his bangs where he'd almost just managed to go to sleep atop his own crossed arms. the hell's up with this guy? he's fucking cat? or something, with how those ears of his fold back on his hair. bakugo only knows because he's been cursed to be a wolf of sorts the past two halloweens. meaning he's had ears like those. canine, but still...
so much for getting a fucking nap.]
Haa? [normally he doesn't like people apologizing for self pity, but this guy can't fucking read?!] Then start learning.
( since waking up in a stranger’s room, asato has been under assault by a nonstop cavalcade of foreign stimuli. sights, sounds, smells—even the sensation of how things feel in this place is bizarre, either too smooth or too soft, trapped in this endless labyrinth of cavernous interior spaces where he can’t seem to find an exit to sun, sky, freedom. and all the people here. even ransen, the most populated city in all of sisa, didn’t seem so choked with crowds on a festival day like he’d seen with antou. asato’s instincts are always going to be to run, to hide, to make himself unseen and invisible and therefore perfectly unlikely to incur anyone’s ire… but it’s just not as easy to disappear in a place like this as it had been in the city or in the shadowed forests surrounding kira.
at least this lounge had seemed quieter, less crowded, and not so bright and distracting as the main casino floor, but…
this stranger he’s been sat across… asato’s fur bristles at the animosity he feels pouring off of him.
truthfully, sensing someone be aggressive towards him makes him want to respond in kind. a instinct embedded deep; a survival mechanism just as strong as his impulse to hide himself from sight. but he doesn’t make any sort of move towards asato, and he also doesn’t have his sword, so he remains where he is, silent and bristling despite his momentary meekness.
just as bakugou studies asato’s features, he does the same. the rounded ears, positioned on the sides of his head… the majority of strangers he’s seen look like this. what are they? he has to wonder if konoe would have the answer, if he were here. perhaps written in one of those books they’d found…
asato’s ears twitch at the sudden, harsh reply. his eyes narrow, as if the force of it were a wind he was bracing against. he frowns, then shakes his head. )
Not useful. ( in the window of his mind exists a specter of the kiran elder, and he ends up parroting the same excuse that he had given to him, the half-dozen or so times he’d asked about something he didn’t know anything about, ) Not for me.
( asato had only ever been kept around to kill interlopers to their lands—what use would he have, then, for something like reading? )
[ oh, they could almost snarl as another body is shown to their booth. this place is too crowded as it is, with barely the room to breathe; is a canopy for their own thoughts too much to ask for? without the proper mechanism to exercise their magic, the task to reach their former heights of influence is a lofty one—which is precisely the reason they'd like some space to think! but of course, the life forms crawling about here are just as needy, just as insatiable as those beggars of kagami.
but the one who winds up seated across from them isn't quite a human. at least they've never seen one with a pair of feline ears perched on his head, nor have they ever smelled one quite like the other. undeniably, if any part of him is human, it's mixed with something else. that's not the only thing that draws bakugami's attention either—it's the way his head lowers, the way his ears pin in the feline language of anxiety. what an unhappy, shrinking creature. it's the best kind of meal bakugami could ask for.
so they suppress their annoyance. as the polar opposite to their harangued companion, bakugami lounges against their own armchair with a sense of possession, a glass of wine already held in a padded hand. extending the other for the box of cards, they lean in with a soft smile. ]
Don't look so troubled. Let me help you.
[ smooth and silken, speaking the words they have spoken many times before. this time, following up with a hug won't accomplish their desired purpose, but starting off on positive footing might work in their favor somewhere down the road. this creature might have so much sorrow to exploit, after all. ]
This card says... "Have you ever let someone else get punished for something you did?"
[ the curve of their lips nearly gives away amusement. what a good start! would this question be a hit or miss? ]
( depressingly enough, a hostile reception is something that asato is used to. prepared for, even. after a long, confusing trail of mishaps and misadventures, he had finally been given some relatively normal clothing to wear (after waking up in a robe that had basically been nothing at all, of course), but it’s still not something he would have worn if he were out and about in a city like ransen. because of the prophecy that hung heavy over the heads of all the cats of sisa, black-furred cats were viewed with skepticism at best and outright aggression at worst. kiran cats, known to be reclusive, insular, and violently exclusionary to any other from their village, are similarly maligned and mistrusted. if he must be seen by others, he would at least like to hide his ears and his tail, but…
well. considering very few of the strangers he sees in this bizarre place have them, perhaps that’s not necessary? he’s still puzzling over that mystery, but it’s one so great and complicated that it makes his brain feel like it’s burning as he wrestles with it. cats who are not cats…? it’s not like the Sickness had taken their ears and tails only, since they have different, strange-looking ears on their heads!
if the legends and myths of the ribika are to be believed, they do descend from humans, but only very distantly. it has been a very long time since the civilization of mankind was destroyed by the gods, only to be saved by the magnanimity and love of their goddess.
if asato could easily run, he would. he is thinking about it… even as the stranger smiles gently and offers to help. what might be seen as a gesture of good faith by others isn’t something he feels as though he can trust. the world he is from is not so kind that people offer help without personal reason.
except for konoe, but…
his ears twitch upwards at the question, then they flatten once more. he seems to think deeply on it, mouth gradually pressing into a frown.
for the longest time, no. his punishments, he had incurred himself. he wore many of them as pale scars across his skin. ever since meeting konoe, however… his life has gotten much more complicated. he has been challenged to think of the “wrongness” of his actions beyond what the elder told him to either do or not do. )
Yes. ( he shrinks down a little more in his chair, not even paying attention as a server, seemingly ignorant of the vibe of the conversation, stops by to deposit a glass of water next to him. ) Konoe… mm. And Kagari, too. ( saying her name causes a jolt of pain to pierce through his chest, as eager as her knife had been. even when she’d come for his life… he knew it’d been his fault. )
[Konoe may not know much, either. As this busy, loud, WEIRD place has ground into his skull by this time. He doesn't know where his already meager possessions have gone. He doesn't know if he can stand twenty-four hours going around in some barely protective, shiny getup instead, with four ears on his head instead of two. They'd failed to explain what that meant in Ribikan time, but it sounded like an eternity. The headband can come off, at least, and they allowed him to skip the so-called "bunny" tail... his own is even better, they'd said, ignoring his embarrassment in having it scrutinized. But will the reason he's dressed up as a prey animal make him feel better? No!
Right now, he feels confident in only one thing: That they have got to get out of here.]
Asato... Asato!
[He was so relieved... okay, first startled, then confused, then wide-eyed (seeing not just a familiar face, but a familiar face in here in that) - until the painting started telling them what to do. He's had it up to here with all these people treating him like a plaything, and looping his friend into this is his last straw! Giving the Trio a stormy look, he, carefully, reaches out to touch the taller cat's arm. He needs his attention for this.]
( asato might give the annoying contrivance of the painting trapping them together in the bathroom for the sole reason that it slowed him down enough to realized that the very cat he’d been searching for had ended up stumbling across him instead.
he freezes as soon as he hears his familiar voice, bristling tail going stock-still before shooting up into the air in excitement. he whirls around, eyes wide and pupils dilating as they fixate on the other ribika. )
Konoe!!
( whatever instructions or demands the three in the painting are making of them, asato couldn’t care less. he rushes over to the other cat, mien both nervous and excited, eyes scanning him all over to see if anything were amiss—to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way. from asato’s perspective, it wasn’t very long ago that he’d been acting so strangely, even if he’d seen him again at the inn, acting more normally than he had in the flower meadow… for a moment he idles, wanting to reach out to konoe to make sure he’s here, he’s real, he’s himself, but—in the end it’s the other cat who reaches out to put a hand on his arm. the touch is warm, familiar…
konoe. just knowing that he’s here causes a sizable portion of the tension inside of him to release and go slack. )
I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’ve…
( he trails off. blinks again, eyes drifting across the other cat, this time more inspecting what he’s wearing rather than his overall state… )
Oh.
( he remembers the “outfit” (if one could call it that) he’d been forced to wear earlier, when cleaning… )
They have you “working” too? ( he tilts his head, confused… curious? ) …Rabbit…? ( yet another why...)
[Nothing hurt but his pride, suggested as much by his ears, feeling warm and shrunk back the longer Asato takes in his appearance.]
Don't stare... [It's a quiet reproval, but he has to try lest he sink into the ground, the other three gazes on him not making this easy. He has to focus on Asato's... awfully nice-looking shoes as he steps even closer to meet them. Heels aren't a new concept for him, sure, but these are not his boots, their clicks loud on the bathroom's tile.] They do, but I don't get this, either...
[Something occurs to him.
An action that small really echoes in here... he hasn't really heard it at all since he'd been sent to the casino floor. He can hear his own thoughts again after hours, trapped in a deluge of emotions and desires in the bustling space that made handling orders hellish. Trapped in this strange, shiny room, he blinks a few times, realizing this might just be a chance to slow down.]
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III — BATHROOM
IV — WILDCARD
( OOC: asato is ~20 years old; no particular preferences on age or gender, though he tends to be nervous/fearful around strangers (women moreso than men, due to lack of familiarity), so smut might need coercion, aphro, suit flare, or to be built up to by gaining his trust. )
II — DIRTY DICE/PEACOCK LOUNGE
they compromised. he'd take a booth to himself and if someone else came in needing a "date", they could dump the guest across from him and maybe he'd play the damn game.
meaning whoever's the unlucky person more shoved than dumped into the facing seat is now sitting with a spiky-haired young man with one red eye glaring up from behind his bangs where he'd almost just managed to go to sleep atop his own crossed arms. the hell's up with this guy? he's fucking cat? or something, with how those ears of his fold back on his hair. bakugo only knows because he's been cursed to be a wolf of sorts the past two halloweens. meaning he's had ears like those. canine, but still...
so much for getting a fucking nap.]
Haa? [normally he doesn't like people apologizing for self pity, but this guy can't fucking read?!] Then start learning.
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at least this lounge had seemed quieter, less crowded, and not so bright and distracting as the main casino floor, but…
this stranger he’s been sat across… asato’s fur bristles at the animosity he feels pouring off of him.
truthfully, sensing someone be aggressive towards him makes him want to respond in kind. a instinct embedded deep; a survival mechanism just as strong as his impulse to hide himself from sight. but he doesn’t make any sort of move towards asato, and he also doesn’t have his sword, so he remains where he is, silent and bristling despite his momentary meekness.
just as bakugou studies asato’s features, he does the same. the rounded ears, positioned on the sides of his head… the majority of strangers he’s seen look like this. what are they? he has to wonder if konoe would have the answer, if he were here. perhaps written in one of those books they’d found…
asato’s ears twitch at the sudden, harsh reply. his eyes narrow, as if the force of it were a wind he was bracing against. he frowns, then shakes his head. )
Not useful. ( in the window of his mind exists a specter of the kiran elder, and he ends up parroting the same excuse that he had given to him, the half-dozen or so times he’d asked about something he didn’t know anything about, ) Not for me.
( asato had only ever been kept around to kill interlopers to their lands—what use would he have, then, for something like reading? )
iib
but the one who winds up seated across from them isn't quite a human. at least they've never seen one with a pair of feline ears perched on his head, nor have they ever smelled one quite like the other. undeniably, if any part of him is human, it's mixed with something else. that's not the only thing that draws bakugami's attention either—it's the way his head lowers, the way his ears pin in the feline language of anxiety. what an unhappy, shrinking creature. it's the best kind of meal bakugami could ask for.
so they suppress their annoyance. as the polar opposite to their harangued companion, bakugami lounges against their own armchair with a sense of possession, a glass of wine already held in a padded hand. extending the other for the box of cards, they lean in with a soft smile. ]
Don't look so troubled. Let me help you.
[ smooth and silken, speaking the words they have spoken many times before. this time, following up with a hug won't accomplish their desired purpose, but starting off on positive footing might work in their favor somewhere down the road. this creature might have so much sorrow to exploit, after all. ]
This card says... "Have you ever let someone else get punished for something you did?"
[ the curve of their lips nearly gives away amusement. what a good start! would this question be a hit or miss? ]
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well. considering very few of the strangers he sees in this bizarre place have them, perhaps that’s not necessary? he’s still puzzling over that mystery, but it’s one so great and complicated that it makes his brain feel like it’s burning as he wrestles with it. cats who are not cats…? it’s not like the Sickness had taken their ears and tails only, since they have different, strange-looking ears on their heads!
if the legends and myths of the ribika are to be believed, they do descend from humans, but only very distantly. it has been a very long time since the civilization of mankind was destroyed by the gods, only to be saved by the magnanimity and love of their goddess.
if asato could easily run, he would. he is thinking about it… even as the stranger smiles gently and offers to help. what might be seen as a gesture of good faith by others isn’t something he feels as though he can trust. the world he is from is not so kind that people offer help without personal reason.
except for konoe, but…
his ears twitch upwards at the question, then they flatten once more. he seems to think deeply on it, mouth gradually pressing into a frown.
for the longest time, no. his punishments, he had incurred himself. he wore many of them as pale scars across his skin. ever since meeting konoe, however… his life has gotten much more complicated. he has been challenged to think of the “wrongness” of his actions beyond what the elder told him to either do or not do. )
Yes. ( he shrinks down a little more in his chair, not even paying attention as a server, seemingly ignorant of the vibe of the conversation, stops by to deposit a glass of water next to him. ) Konoe… mm. And Kagari, too. ( saying her name causes a jolt of pain to pierce through his chest, as eager as her knife had been. even when she’d come for his life… he knew it’d been his fault. )
I ran away… put them both in danger.
III. FREE HIM
Right now, he feels confident in only one thing: That they have got to get out of here.]
Asato... Asato!
[He was so relieved... okay, first startled, then confused, then wide-eyed (seeing not just a familiar face, but a familiar face in here in that) - until the painting started telling them what to do. He's had it up to here with all these people treating him like a plaything, and looping his friend into this is his last straw! Giving the Trio a stormy look, he, carefully, reaches out to touch the taller cat's arm. He needs his attention for this.]
Come here.
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he freezes as soon as he hears his familiar voice, bristling tail going stock-still before shooting up into the air in excitement. he whirls around, eyes wide and pupils dilating as they fixate on the other ribika. )
Konoe!!
( whatever instructions or demands the three in the painting are making of them, asato couldn’t care less. he rushes over to the other cat, mien both nervous and excited, eyes scanning him all over to see if anything were amiss—to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way. from asato’s perspective, it wasn’t very long ago that he’d been acting so strangely, even if he’d seen him again at the inn, acting more normally than he had in the flower meadow… for a moment he idles, wanting to reach out to konoe to make sure he’s here, he’s real, he’s himself, but—in the end it’s the other cat who reaches out to put a hand on his arm. the touch is warm, familiar…
konoe. just knowing that he’s here causes a sizable portion of the tension inside of him to release and go slack. )
I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’ve…
( he trails off. blinks again, eyes drifting across the other cat, this time more inspecting what he’s wearing rather than his overall state… )
Oh.
( he remembers the “outfit” (if one could call it that) he’d been forced to wear earlier, when cleaning… )
They have you “working” too? ( he tilts his head, confused… curious? ) …Rabbit…? ( yet another why... )
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Don't stare... [It's a quiet reproval, but he has to try lest he sink into the ground, the other three gazes on him not making this easy. He has to focus on Asato's... awfully nice-looking shoes as he steps even closer to meet them. Heels aren't a new concept for him, sure, but these are not his boots, their clicks loud on the bathroom's tile.] They do, but I don't get this, either...
[Something occurs to him.
An action that small really echoes in here... he hasn't really heard it at all since he'd been sent to the casino floor. He can hear his own thoughts again after hours, trapped in a deluge of emotions and desires in the bustling space that made handling orders hellish. Trapped in this strange, shiny room, he blinks a few times, realizing this might just be a chance to slow down.]
Asato... do you want to leave? Right now?