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UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )
UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )
UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )
UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )
( action ) @hallowing / cw: suicidal ideation
It shouldn't be possible, yet the contrast to the dimension before—to the Netherworld, and all of its dark crawling miseries—is hard to shake. Like the skin of a snake half-shed, he feels unmoored somewhere between the two; his mind lingers in the shattered plains of the Shadowlands while his physical body is here, surrounded by gilt and gleaming gold, lost within spotless interiors of luxury and indulgence. His rank is the lowest of low. Fitting, perhaps, and more comfortable for Sasuke than anything higher because no one notices him at the bottom of a hierarchy he wants nothing to do with. He's explored the empty maintenance halls and found them more bearable than anywhere, even in their utter lack of life, even haunted by noises of no origin. If only he could go deeper, open up some earthen trench and uncover the subterranean labyrinth below, he might find—something else. The Netherworld. The village. A dream, a nightmare. Him, Naruto, wherever he's gone now.
Then, the content of his thoughts changes completely. It is like the Shadow hasn't left at all, but instead has changed, corrupted by his surroundings. He knows it the first night he lays his head down in that closet of a room provided to him—only to wake two hours later in a feverish sweat, panicked, mouth cotton-dry, pants sticking wet between thighs in evidence of behavior he should have outgrown long ago. Or never experienced at all, frankly.
It only gets worse from there. The rotation of handsome faces he's seen only once or twice, or never seen at all, is ceaseless. Perhaps it would be enough to bear the erotic taint of these dreams, except for when they aren't there. And instead he is a child again. And events once bled from his body, his heart, are alive and real and happening again, and he wakes to the looming sight of his older brother, cruelly inflicting upon him a sin long since paid in death. Or it is himself that he sees, bodies at his feet, a ruinous path to a pointless, hopeless future.
Maybe the Netherworld was correct, and this is another unreliable corner of the afterlife. Or would that be too generous? He should be nowhere if he's dead.
He stops sleeping. In the well-lit rooms of Talon and Beak, he trains his body to the point of exhaustion and closes his eyes, meditates, then rouses and starts again. Some time after two in the morning on this day, he has the generously sized locker room to himself, seated on a wooden bench after a frigid shower, dressed simply in gray sweatpants—struggling to wrap bandages, one-handed, around the stump of his left arm.
Someone walks in and Sasuke lifts his head, mismatched eyes bruised with sleepless shadows. They widen, then narrow to slits.]
What the hell do you want?
[The antipathy seems to come from nowhere, but Sasuke knows this face. He's seen this face, and that body, in a dream he doesn't want to recall right now.]
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as far as shitholes at the end of the universe with weird rules, arbitrary caste systems and a penchant for kidnapping people from every walk of every life goes, he's actually seen worse. been worse. done worse, certainly, and that's without even mentioning all the shit he got up to at that one gambling den on some planet whose name was never important enough to engrave itself in his memory.
so he wanders around. strikes up conversations here and there, wherever people will talk to those of 'low ranks' (excuse them, what the fuck actually? in the realm of freaky sex bullshit he should be a king. it's terrifically insulting actually can he speak to the manager or does he need the haircut first haha asking for a friend...?) and mostly just sucking dick for cigarettes which is far from the least degrading thing he's done on a tuesday.
(or whatever day it is)
and now? now he's just wandering around not entirely like a feral cat scoping out a new territory. curiosity mingles with a complete lack of self preservation, and maybe that's the thing that steers him into the locker room. and, at the visible and immediate hostility from its sole current occupant: ）
Fuck, man, I don't think anybody's got that kind of time.
（ it's said in an easy drawl and accompanied by a broad wink as he flicks ash carelessly from the end of his cigarette in an elegant, practiced gesture. ）
But if I could boil it down to like, one thing, right now? Goddamn, make it a Big Mac.
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text ↪ un: torontonian
HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD U UR A COCKWAFFLE? ASKING 4 A FRIEND THE FRIEND IS ME.
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Don't message me.
['I don't know what a cockwaffle is but it sounds revolting, I hate you'.]
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text ↪ un: 十五
uchiha.
（ what even is a first-name basis. ）
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[he was about to go looking for you, so good timing]
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cw: vague mention of consent
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text; un: little.radish (i hope this is okay..... lmao)
We may not know each other all that well, but you are more than welcome to use my kitchen if you like, no strings attached.
absolutely! this is so sweet, aw
You have a kitchen? What is your rank?
heehee good 😌 he wants to help!!!
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text ↪ un: torontonian
Sasuke, I meant you.
I'm just trying to make sure our shit stays private, since I know that's important to you. Swapping out the sex was the easiest way to do that publicly without giving people room to speculate.
I'm sorry, I should have been clearer.
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That isn't the issue. It's fine. I understand why you did it.
But I don't like feeling this way. It affects you.
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text; @fuckoff
or are u too busy takin in more strays
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Who is this?
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march open season, @dragonlore
So how does one get out of the friendzone?
Ah, perhaps that's too big a question. It sounds like you lost a limb just trying.
slurps this up like a noodle
I don't know what the "friendzone" is supposed to be.
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text ↪ un: torontonian
hey. would you be okay if i was away for a couple days?
nothing dramatic and not strictly because i want to be. someone else i know is in trouble and i'm worried about their safety. the thing that's fucking with them couldn't hurt me, and i don't plan on getting into a fight — i'm strictly here as a taxi.
it's not about sex but it might happen — if it does i'll stick to our rules.
if you aren't okay with it we can talk until we can compromise. thoughts?
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Disappointment is first, sharp and sour — because he had wanted to see Cy tonight. But the rest is unsurprising. Of course, Cy would want to protect someone else from harm. The man's kindness and selflessness has never been in question.
It's not about sex but it might happen. Ah. That feeling again, burning in his chest. It was going to happen; perhaps it's better sooner rather than later.]
Trouble? What's going on?
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1/2; cw for thread: death, suicidal ideation
Stiles is seated on the edge of the cot, sheets pooled in his lap, when a staff member tells him that he’ll need to leave soon. Her uniform, unsurprisingly, is not up to code; the woman might as well be at a Halloween party, posing as a sexy nurse in Golden Peacock colors. Voice rough with a seething anger he barely recognizes, the teen demands his clothes. “Sorry, honey,” she replies remorselessly, leering at his nudity. “You were naked when you were brought in.”
After she exits the room, he stares at the floor. There’s a sinking weight in his chest, not quite pain yet deeply uncomfortable nonetheless, and Stiles can hear the soft hush of many hands quietly shifting in synchrony. “When is a door not a door?” A snap of abrupt laughter cracks out of him, ugly and strained. God, this really is hell, isn’t it?
His options are limited. If he tried to return to his suite with just these bed sheets for privacy, Stiles expects he’ll be groped mercilessly. And, given his current dubious state of mind, the boy honestly thinks he might lose it in that case. Maybe he won’t stop, even after his knuckles are shiny with spilt blood and the offending party is weakly pleading for mercy. Maybe he won’t stop, even when the figure beneath him is unmoving and defenseless. Maybe he won’t stop.
The fantasy almost tempts him to test fate. When he realizes the twisted direction his thoughts have taken, Stiles shudders—shudders, but does not regret them.
No, he needs to contact someone. Two individuals come to mind, with Sasuke being the preferrable option; Stiles hopes it’ll be easier to dodge the shinobi’s questions compared to Cyram.]
un: no.24
oh boy
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text ↪ un: torontonian (springtime event)
i figured we should Chat about this, but there's rank rewards for banging people.
im planning on ranking u up.
and before you fucking argue bc i know u will u l'il bitch, consider: it's better for u to have a good room bc a) u cook and i don't, and b) i can just portal in whenever and it's fine. so if u get any tokens don't use them on me, use them on urself.
i'll be pissed otherwise. we can worry about me later.
understood?
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How dare you call out his intentions so precisely.]
My accommodations aren't an issue for me, so why would I rank myself up? We spend more time in your room than my own.
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🔒 un: no.24
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Are you all right, Stiles?
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text; un: rogers
Hi, hope you don't mind getting a message from a stranger. My name's Steve Rogers, I'm relatively new to the hotel. A bit ago, before the game, a friend of mine showed me a post you made about trying to figure out the unique symptoms of each suit. I was wondering if you'd come to any conclusions you'd be willing to share since making that post.
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Yes, the post was a discussion about a month after my own arrival. And I say that because the length of time is important. The longer you go without abiding this dimension's demands through intercourse, the worse those symptoms are. While it does seem to vary, a month appears to be the critical limit.
The most substantial theory I formed was regarding the Diamond suit. Every Diamond who responded to me noted strictly physical symptoms — not mental, emotional, or otherwise. Just those that affect the body. The other three suits have been more difficult to distinguish. The only one I feel relatively confident about is my own, but I may be biased given it is through my own experience.
I also thought a person's rank influenced the intensity of symptoms they would feel, but that doesn't appear to be the case.
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un: tseng / text
I was thinking of you, earlier. I hope you've come out the other end of last month's adventure relatively unscathed.
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Tseng.
Yes. Mostly. It seemed the House wasn't finished with me even after the game concluded.
I didn't ask before. Are you new to the resort?
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text ↪ un: torontonian
THE FUCK U MEAN 'CLONES'?
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What are you talking about now?
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un: tseng / text
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text ↪ torontonian (some nebulous point after his convo w/tsen
Talked to Tseng. He and I are talking abt running a scene together if ya cool w/it.
Just want to see what he's about before you guys getcha kink on.
Any objections, anything you want off the table, etc?
FTR I don't want you there. It'll change how I act too much and I'd be more focused on you. Is that going to be okay for you?
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[Naturally, he's seeking Cy's approval. He won't proceed without it. And he understands that he would be a distraction if he was present — so jealousy doesn't make sense. Yet it's the first time they've... navigated this, a new partner in any kind of context, and the communication is necessary.]
Except for our normal rules, there's nothing I can think of. Tseng and I agreed to meet at a later date, so I'll wait until you've been with him first.
What was your impression? In general, I mean.
i love how u let me get away w/calling him TSEN
immortalized 👼
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💰don't @ him💰
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💰sugar daddy duties💰
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... but he actually needs the money for being in debt after Basement Wars, so — this is fortuitous, and also extremely bad, because now he's in debt to (probably, definitely) tseng? he'll get you x 2.]
@tseng / text
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Again?
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@witness / text
I'm writing to express my most sincere apologies for my behavior several weeks ago at the Red Cardinal. I was not entirely in my right mind, I suppose, and I behaved frightfully as a result.
While what I said was true, I'm sure that it must have been quite unsettling for you to hear from a stranger. I cannot excuse that. I hope that at least it is some comfort to know that you have a measure of control over your own destiny, and that you can achieve what you most hope for if you make the right choices.
Please feel no obligation to respond; I will leave you in peace from now on.
Sincerely,
Mori
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[Given you cracked open his most desperate wants for the future like an egg.]
I was the one who agreed, wasn't I? So I am as much responsible.
When you say 'the right choices' — what exactly do you mean? If you leave it like that, you have to know that it would only encourage a person to second guess every decision they make, potentially for the rest of their lives, trying to ensure the future they want. It could drive them to the brink of insanity.
[Thankfully, he has a therapist.]
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@tseng / text
[ tseng attempts to convince himself that "i was thinking about you and wanted to say hi" is a practical enough reason to bother sasuke... ]
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I'm well. What were you thinking about me?
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