[Despite the powersuit doing a lot of the heavy lifting back home, Mina still had to be in top physical shape to operate it properly. As such, when she's oiled up and stripped down, there is plenty of muscle to be admired. Especially in her upper arms and back which help lift those weighty canons she wields.
She stands in the ring alone for now. Spectators gathering 'round to ogle and ready their bets when Mina's opponent arrives. She makes no moves to hide her body or fight for modesty. Not after having been so thoroughly exposed at the beach.]
[ There's something a little ironic about the build of so many of the officers of the JAKDF. They've got to be powerful in order to pull off the feats of physical strength and endurance that they do regardless of the suit, but at the same time a lot of them have to be nimble and flexible at the same time. You see two body types prevail more often than not; the ones built like body builders who carry heavy equipment as part of their jobs, and the ones built like gymnasts who are performing all sorts of absurd aerial maneuvers.
Despite her equipment usage, Ashiro did tend to trend towards the second category build wise. And her opponent for this match? He definitely had that kind of build.
Narumi never had enough shame to be bothered by people seeing his body even before coming to this resort, though he's certain not about to bat an eye after some of the other embarrassing situations he's been put into. The fact that the wrestling happens naked and oily is inconvenient at best, but a chance to work out a little energy through a good spar might still make it worth it.
There's an ease lope to his gait as he moves into the arena for the first time, one arm stretched across his body as he pulls the muscle to help it loosen up. Though his face is blank for a second, an ironic smile pulls the corners of his lips up and out as he realizes for the first time who they're pitting him against; the smile having nothing at all to do with her nudity, and everything to do with the fact that he realizes he's about to get a good match that will be satisfying to win. ]
This is a formal invitation from Tohsaka Rin. This invitation is extended to you for an early dinner on December 25th at Tohsaka's Rank 9 suite. You will not be expected to provide anything or required to adhere to a certain dress code. You are, however, welcome to bring along a +1 to accompany you as the host will need to split her time between the guests.
(ooc: If you're interested in a quick action spam/dialogue party scene feel free to →head this way! This was a spur-of-the-moment thing, so please do not feel obligated if you are busy with other obligations/are on hiatus. I thank each and every one of you for your time and patience with Rin during her stay at GP! I hope all of you have a wonderful time as this year comes to a close.)
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[ As Dabi gets up to make his exaggerated crabwalk over towards the ammo, Gen follows his movements carefully, not making any moves to take that promised shot. By his own rules and promise, he could and should take a shot right now. It'd be cheap, but Gen's never particularly cared about doing things the honorable way, especially when most of his opponents don't play by human codes of ethics anyways.
No, the reason he doesn't pull the trigger is far less noble than that; Gen's bored out of his gourd most of the time here, his searches for a way out largely dead-ending in increasingly fruitless and frustrating ways. It's nice to actually have a fun distraction for once that isn't a game with just a little more bouncing bosom than he cares for.
So he wants an opponent that can put up a fight here, and while he doesn't trust Dabi not to take a cheap shot the minute the opportunity arises, he will hold his gun steady and turn in place until Dabi reaches his destination. There's a dance here that's equally goofy looking on either side as both men make a big showing of this game, Dabi piling in the ammo with a grin on his face, and Gen himself with an excited gleam in his eye as he does.
Okay then, all loaded up...
That's good enough for him.
Gen's gun is raised in a split second, his gaze hardening for a second as he takes his first shot directly at Dabi's shirt. ]
( it hits harder than he expected--hits in a way that might even cause a bruise, if he cared, but the mottled, damaged color of his skin will likely hide it away anyway. part of that is likely the decided lack of distance between them; if gen had been shooting from further away, then maybe it would have nicked right off of him, but they're both posturing, and to that end, he doesn't act surprised.
the material of his shirt melts away, gone in an instant, leaving him with the his whole front on display, lines of demarcated skin and stitches stretched in swathes over his chest and stomach, rattled and round around his arms. he doesn't much care: it's obvious that the rest of his body looks the same, and for someone like gen, who hardly looks at anyone with any amount of sexual hunger--at least as far as he knows--would he care?
no, he cares more about it being fun. he cares more about winning, more about tactics, more about this pissing match they've started between them, which he doesn't mind continuing--but rather than lift his own gun, rather than struggle to aim and fire off a round in gen's direction, he slings the gun strap over his bare shoulder, crouching back down again.
he's going for the ammunition load. it's in a weighted can, huge, aluminum, big enough that it does take a moment to heft it into his arms--and that gives gen plenty of time to keep shooting, but who cares about that, either. the point is, he's heaving the can up into his arms, giving it a firm toss in gen's general direction--along with a smooth blast of sparking blue flame from an arm, enough wind behind it to send both the paint balls, and the fire, in gen's direction. targeted onslaught, he'd say, and no one said he couldn't use his own skills. )
Looks like rain! ( --is what he says over the sound of the flames, the can clattering, balls tossed out waywardly in the other's direction. ) Better stay dry.
[ This has always been the problem with Gen, he does the work he wants to do and only that. While he might be capable of a lot more than it initially seems from his actions, it all comes out about the same when he refuses to do things he finds tedious. It's a laziness, but it's also a deep selfishness on his part as well.
There's a little amusement to get out of being something of a gadfly too, and as Clara's lips pull tight at the realization he's not as inept as his inaction might make him seem, Gen's own lips twitch up into a small smile. There's a satisfaction in someone realizing he's competent too, even if it's not in an area he cares that much about. ]
Easier, right?
[ Though now he's just rubbing it in, and being a bit of a shit. ]
[For Clara, it was natural for anyone better at the task to undertake it. Partitioning the work made the entire task easier and increased the quality of the final piece. She fails to account for the power of selfishness. She falls right into the trap of thinking that the people best at the task should do it... and, if necessary, she will do everything.]
[Her lips dip down in the center, the pout struggling against the irritation of those tight lips. She could ignore his comment. It's possible he's one of the annoying people who gives in when they don't get a result.]
[... or he could be the kind that knocks on her door for thirty minutes straight because he knows she's in there.]
[She glances back up at him again, hardly the look of praise and adoration for his magnanimous advice. However, despite the quiver of her lip and possible judgement in her eyes- she nods firmly. A begrudging acknowledgment of his competence.]
[ It's a painful, desperate fight at this point beyond reason. The two of them don't need to go this hard at this point, with Gen's own vision swimming, his head pounding, his body throbbing where he takes blow after blow from her.
It's a dangerous mix of pride and a manic state the fight has dragged him into that keeps him going, even as his vision fades in and out alongside his consciousness as he rains down another blow, no longer even bothering to block the ones she's sending his way.
All the creepy massages in the world aren't going to make him feel better after this. ]
[ They really don't (shouldn't) take it beyond this point, should they? It's not as if either of them have much beyond pride on the line. Nothing to really prove. But here they are, exchanging blows, bruising and battering one another. She takes a hit, staggers, and then bullrushes him to just try and take him down.
[ Depending on the kind of game she ended up deciding to play, it could still be somewhat lascivious, but his intentions here are strangely pure. Although different aphros or drugs in his system might make him as desperate for sex as the next person, he wasn't all that want to engage in the act for no reason. The resort foists sex upon him enough for all of his itches to be scratched.
And even when it does make him into a desperate mess, he's still bluntly open about his intentions. Clara is right to suspect that he doesn't have anything sexual in mind for the night. He certainly doesn't look dressed for the act of seduction himself as he rolls up to the arcade in a baggy t-shirt (sex pun on the front, of course), and sweatpants. Dressed for comfort only.
Lifting a lazy hand into the air, Gen greets her with an equally lazy looking smile. ]
Good call with the bag. You can use it to hold tickets.
[Narumi's extremely casual dress is a bit of a relief, among the waves of neon. Even if his shirt is strange. She wonders if she's getting a bit too attached to any hint of familiarity. The alternative, though, would be to approach everything in the resort much more slowly. That would make everything much more difficult. She could handle getting strangely attached to a few bad actors compared to that.]
[Not that Narumi had done much wrong aside from being a bit obnoxious.]
[Clara raises a hand and the faint glow of the Watch interface pops up for her to scribble something down. The sharp cursive text is translated into an overlay that pops up, visible to Narumi and the crowd around them.]
Are tickets needed to play the games?
[Some of the things she's glanced from the doorway bear some resemblance to their ancestral boardwalk carnival games. It seems no matter how much time has passed there's at least once area where enterprising young gamers can try to make a basket.]
[ He's quiet for just a few seconds too long, something that could be notable, or something that could be easily written off. Either way, he'll finally offer up some sort of noise of agreement on his end. ]
The idea of it makes my skin crawl. If someone's gotta be out there doing something for the little guy, then it might as well be me.
[ Gotta wonder what that even means. Still seems like this guy's answer for what "his" mother was would be a lot more generous than Gen's own take if he was in "his" shoes. ]
Are you kidding me? No way in hell.
[ It's not something he's ever considered, and he won't be starting now, no matter how much sex this place shoves in his face.
Were you aware that people who have disappeared from the hotel can in fact return, as if nothing at all had happened? Full memories intact and everything!
[ sobs she's so genuinely proud of herself too... be gentle with her, narumi, ok. she's still new(ish)! how's she supposed to know what's already practically common knowledge! 😔 ]
[ She's doing her best, and in her defense there's one part of this he's not familiar with. ]
A lot of the people who "disappear" become statues. Pretty sure some of them can wake up again. Not that I know how it works. You sure that wasn't just one of those cases this time?
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YOU FUCKING ASS
DID YOU KNOW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN TO MY CHEST
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Depends. What happened to your chest?
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AUGUST "EVENT" : OIL WRESTLING IN THE MUD PITS
She stands in the ring alone for now. Spectators gathering 'round to ogle and ready their bets when Mina's opponent arrives. She makes no moves to hide her body or fight for modesty. Not after having been so thoroughly exposed at the beach.]
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Despite her equipment usage, Ashiro did tend to trend towards the second category build wise. And her opponent for this match? He definitely had that kind of build.
Narumi never had enough shame to be bothered by people seeing his body even before coming to this resort, though he's certain not about to bat an eye after some of the other embarrassing situations he's been put into. The fact that the wrestling happens naked and oily is inconvenient at best, but a chance to work out a little energy through a good spar might still make it worth it.
There's an ease lope to his gait as he moves into the arena for the first time, one arm stretched across his body as he pulls the muscle to help it loosen up. Though his face is blank for a second, an ironic smile pulls the corners of his lips up and out as he realizes for the first time who they're pitting him against; the smile having nothing at all to do with her nudity, and everything to do with the fact that he realizes he's about to get a good match that will be satisfying to win. ]
Yo, Ashiro! You too?
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@consultant
Is this [ checks notes ] Narumi Gen?
@japans1no (this reminded me to put his username on the actual post)
Depends. Who's asking?
i didn't even notice that it still said ic username
I didn't either until literally just now... I have had this post up for months
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@edelstein | INCOMING MULTI-MEDIA MESSAGE
YOU'VE BEEN INVITED
This is a formal invitation from Tohsaka Rin. This invitation is extended to you for an early dinner on December 25th at Tohsaka's Rank 9 suite. You will not be expected to provide anything or required to adhere to a certain dress code. You are, however, welcome to bring along a +1 to accompany you as the host will need to split her time between the guests.
(ooc: If you're interested in a quick action spam/dialogue party scene feel free to →head this way! This was a spur-of-the-moment thing, so please do not feel obligated if you are busy with other obligations/are on hiatus. I thank each and every one of you for your time and patience with Rin during her stay at GP! I hope all of you have a wonderful time as this year comes to a close.)
Overflow: Dabi
[ As Dabi gets up to make his exaggerated crabwalk over towards the ammo, Gen follows his movements carefully, not making any moves to take that promised shot. By his own rules and promise, he could and should take a shot right now. It'd be cheap, but Gen's never particularly cared about doing things the honorable way, especially when most of his opponents don't play by human codes of ethics anyways.
No, the reason he doesn't pull the trigger is far less noble than that; Gen's bored out of his gourd most of the time here, his searches for a way out largely dead-ending in increasingly fruitless and frustrating ways. It's nice to actually have a fun distraction for once that isn't a game with just a little more bouncing bosom than he cares for.
So he wants an opponent that can put up a fight here, and while he doesn't trust Dabi not to take a cheap shot the minute the opportunity arises, he will hold his gun steady and turn in place until Dabi reaches his destination. There's a dance here that's equally goofy looking on either side as both men make a big showing of this game, Dabi piling in the ammo with a grin on his face, and Gen himself with an excited gleam in his eye as he does.
Okay then, all loaded up...
That's good enough for him.
Gen's gun is raised in a split second, his gaze hardening for a second as he takes his first shot directly at Dabi's shirt. ]
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the material of his shirt melts away, gone in an instant, leaving him with the his whole front on display, lines of demarcated skin and stitches stretched in swathes over his chest and stomach, rattled and round around his arms. he doesn't much care: it's obvious that the rest of his body looks the same, and for someone like gen, who hardly looks at anyone with any amount of sexual hunger--at least as far as he knows--would he care?
no, he cares more about it being fun. he cares more about winning, more about tactics, more about this pissing match they've started between them, which he doesn't mind continuing--but rather than lift his own gun, rather than struggle to aim and fire off a round in gen's direction, he slings the gun strap over his bare shoulder, crouching back down again.
he's going for the ammunition load. it's in a weighted can, huge, aluminum, big enough that it does take a moment to heft it into his arms--and that gives gen plenty of time to keep shooting, but who cares about that, either. the point is, he's heaving the can up into his arms, giving it a firm toss in gen's general direction--along with a smooth blast of sparking blue flame from an arm, enough wind behind it to send both the paint balls, and the fire, in gen's direction. targeted onslaught, he'd say, and no one said he couldn't use his own skills. )
Looks like rain! ( --is what he says over the sound of the flames, the can clattering, balls tossed out waywardly in the other's direction. ) Better stay dry.
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Overflow: Clara
There's a little amusement to get out of being something of a gadfly too, and as Clara's lips pull tight at the realization he's not as inept as his inaction might make him seem, Gen's own lips twitch up into a small smile. There's a satisfaction in someone realizing he's competent too, even if it's not in an area he cares that much about. ]
Easier, right?
[ Though now he's just rubbing it in, and being a bit of a shit. ]
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[Her lips dip down in the center, the pout struggling against the irritation of those tight lips. She could ignore his comment. It's possible he's one of the annoying people who gives in when they don't get a result.]
[... or he could be the kind that knocks on her door for thirty minutes straight because he knows she's in there.]
[She glances back up at him again, hardly the look of praise and adoration for his magnanimous advice. However, despite the quiver of her lip and possible judgement in her eyes- she nods firmly. A begrudging acknowledgment of his competence.]
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Overflow: Red
It's a dangerous mix of pride and a manic state the fight has dragged him into that keeps him going, even as his vision fades in and out alongside his consciousness as he rains down another blow, no longer even bothering to block the ones she's sending his way.
All the creepy massages in the world aren't going to make him feel better after this. ]
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It's what she's got left in the tank. ]
Overflow: Clara pt. 2
And even when it does make him into a desperate mess, he's still bluntly open about his intentions. Clara is right to suspect that he doesn't have anything sexual in mind for the night. He certainly doesn't look dressed for the act of seduction himself as he rolls up to the arcade in a baggy t-shirt (sex pun on the front, of course), and sweatpants. Dressed for comfort only.
Lifting a lazy hand into the air, Gen greets her with an equally lazy looking smile. ]
Good call with the bag. You can use it to hold tickets.
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[Not that Narumi had done much wrong aside from being a bit obnoxious.]
[Clara raises a hand and the faint glow of the Watch interface pops up for her to scribble something down. The sharp cursive text is translated into an overlay that pops up, visible to Narumi and the crowd around them.]
Are tickets needed to play the games?
[Some of the things she's glanced from the doorway bear some resemblance to their ancestral boardwalk carnival games. It seems no matter how much time has passed there's at least once area where enterprising young gamers can try to make a basket.]
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Overflow: Red pt 2
[ He's quiet for just a few seconds too long, something that could be notable, or something that could be easily written off. Either way, he'll finally offer up some sort of noise of agreement on his end. ]
The idea of it makes my skin crawl. If someone's gotta be out there doing something for the little guy, then it might as well be me.
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Yeah. I understand that. Gotta be someone, right? So... if you - if I - can do the job, why not?
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[ Gotta wonder what that even means. Still seems like this guy's answer for what "his" mother was would be a lot more generous than Gen's own take if he was in "his" shoes. ]
Are you kidding me? No way in hell.
[ It's not something he's ever considered, and he won't be starting now, no matter how much sex this place shoves in his face.
Sometimes literally. ]
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[They seem genuinely shocked by the answer, if not in a mild way.]
I didn't say you had to actually raise them. I've always considered the drive to sire children to be something of a common male trait...
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Overflow: Kleken
Try to be for once.
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I suppose I could try.
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got tired of waiting for captcha, hope this is okay
No strings attached then?
Oh! Do you mean like those in an arcade, or board games, or something else?
Totally fine! I moved some things that were waiting on me over here
Like the arcade, but I personally prefer console systems instead of the old school arcade cabinets.
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Were you aware that people who have disappeared from the hotel can in fact return, as if nothing at all had happened? Full memories intact and everything!
[ sobs she's so genuinely proud of herself too... be gentle with her, narumi, ok. she's still new(ish)! how's she supposed to know what's already practically common knowledge! 😔 ]
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A lot of the people who "disappear" become statues. Pretty sure some of them can wake up again. Not that I know how it works. You sure that wasn't just one of those cases this time?
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