( That's a strong reaction, so he has to pause. He does lie about a lot, he knows, but... )
I'm serious! Why would I lie about something like that?
I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely think. But I remember it, even if it's foggy. It was cold. Kind of like... that other Peacock. You been there before? Behind the mirrors.
[This can't be! THIS CAN'T BE! FUCK! He thought he had it all figured out! He knew it was theories and assumed evidence, but nothing contradicted it! It didn't make sense to!
( Uh oh. He's beginning to think he may have accidentally caused a mental breakdown over here... He's trying to think how to make it better, how to make it sound less bad, but...
All he can think is it felt like how he expected it would feel to be stuck in his cruxis crystal. Something he wanted to avoid more than anything. It was terrible, even if it was a foggy mess of time feeling odd. )
[What the hell... WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! ALL THIS TIME, HE KEPT SOME MODICUM OF HOPE THERE WAS AN OUT! IF YOU DIDN'T PLAY THE GAME, IF YOU WERE PISSED IT OFF, IF YOU WEREN'T THE RIGHT CHOICE, YOU WERE THROWN BACK HOME AND SOME SHITTY TROPHY OF YOUR BEING HERE WAS ADDED TO THE COLLECTION! THAT'S ALL IT WAS, A FUCKING PIECE OF ROCK! YOU STILL GOT TO GO "HOME", THIS MOMENTARY SLICE OF YOU WIPED CLEAN AND-
wait, but what about the people who came back as a different person? Picked out of a different point on their timeline. New memories, new scars, new experiences, strength, skills, knowledge, all the shit that couldn't be chiseled into their stupid little trophy! It'd have to make a new copy, it couldn't reuse the old... one...
Unless it simply updated (or downgraded) the person beneath the stone... It's just a change... Zelos is Zelos, doesn't matter where on his timeline he's pulled from, what alternate version of a world... he's him... like a slider tweaking whatever's necessary to bring him into the alignment wanted...
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We can't go home.
Fuck, none of us can ever go back home. We're all FUCKING STUCK HERE FOREVER!!
[Everyone who's not here... fuck, they're all still here. Hawks. Endeavor. Compress. Akira. Ryuji. Yusuke. Till. The "them" they were here are all still here, frozen in rock and conscious through every damn day for the rest of this shitty creature's existence!
This brand on his arm, this mark which can change him- Collect the cards. A fucking wish to go home! Anything you Want!!
USELESS ... fucking useless ... all of it ... ALL OF IT'S FUCKING USELESS!! It's magic! It's omnipotent! It can do whatever the hell it wants and they can't DO A GODDAMN THING ABOUT IT!!]
( Ah, man. Here he was, just trying to mess around, and now he's gotta drop his act a little too soon for comfort. But he can't stand this, can't just sit back and watch, so— )
Oh, give me a break.
( It's sudden, harsh and a little agitated, a lower and more serious tone than ever came from the Zelos Bakugo met before. Not because he's mad at Bakugo by any means, but because he's frustrated, and maybe a little disappointed— was disappointed back home, too— at the idea of just giving up like that. Someone like him? Sure, it made sense. But guys like Bakugo, like Lloyd? They've got people depending on them, bright futures, good heads on their shoulders. He hates that the House has people like this here, people who would be better off at home, doing other things— but he's not about to sit here and let it break their spirits right in front of him!! )
You're really just gonna give up? What, because one guy is telling you he remembers everything? Because it works differently than you thought?
( An irritated breath catches in his Watch's audio, but there's a reason he's not showing his camera. He doesn't want to be caught in 4k Caring so much. Shh. )
Pull it together, man. Just because I was stuck in that shitty spot for so long doesn't mean that's how it has to go. This place is going to try and make it that way, sure, but that's why we've gotta come back at it in full force! Right? If you don't like how things are, then you're just going to have to do something about it! Isn't that why you call yourself a hero?
[What the hell... Kuso! How many blows can he take in rapid succession? Everything involving that wretched day continues to hang on him like ghosts. Apologies and reservations built up and offered as his body and mind struggled to put itself back together, each one breaking into raw wounds over again.
He spent days crashing back and forth between accepting bonds with other people and the emotions they brought were facts of life, they were going to happen... and the nihilistic "fuck it all" mindset throwing each bloody risk out the window.
Before finding out no less than five of his companions vanished from the resort in rapid succession. A gory hook torn out with each one.
Through all of it, he held onto a small furious understanding the hotel wasn't getting the last laugh. Everyone who vanished simply went back home. Fusing once more with their timeline selves, a snapshot vanished to its proper place.
... and now this.
HOW THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO GO "oh, that sucks" AND MOVE ON LIKE IT'S UNCHANGED?!
Fuck... his stomach twists, gall rising in his throat, hearing that same mocking laughter which spilled through his head when he came to after those cursed 24 hrs. An enemy he couldn't defeat. A battle... he couldn't win.]
Naanda? [His rough voice rises in an aggressive, threatening twist. Hot enraged to the point he can't even do anything with himself. Standing in his room, sparks bursting and flying from his palms with no power in his arms to even move them. Everything's tight and pulsing, veins throbbing all over his body as his heart rate escalates into an overtime rush.
His suit mark may or may not be rapidly darkening, inky ichor welling up from that sicking place again, splattering around his glowing golden heart.] Who the fuck's gonna waste his time trying for something impossible, baka!
[Pissed? No, he's fucking furious!] The only thing we can do about it is either kill the goddamn bird, or get your shitty wish with the cards. Tell me how you're gonna do the former, cause no moron's gonna trust the latter works!
( ...Anger's good. Anger means there's life in there, even if it's snapping. Sometimes you've gotta break to get stronger, right? Or something like that. )
You trying to tell me you've tried everything, ruled it all out? Impossible sounds pretty final, y'know.
( He lets space exist between his words where it needs to, wherever Bakugo needs to yell, allowing some of his mask to creep back in with proper timing. Start a fire, back off, make sure it keeps burning... Just his usual. )
Don't go pinning this on me. I'm not the one who goes around claiming he's some murder god hero. ( He did laugh at finding his username, though. ) You figure it out. Or if you really think it's so useless, then what's the problem? Just kick back and relax!
[Of course there's life in there! He's not fucking dead! This place won't even let people die, always bringing them back with bullshit excuses and greedy lascivious smiles! That's not the point, dammit!]
Don't ask stupid questions! Look around you! You think all these people haven't tried as much as they can?
[People who have been here far longer than their group's going on two years this December. None of them have managed to go home all this time! Even if they "die" or "fail", they're still here as a fucking statue!
Dammit... He'd hoped at least those people had an out... He refused to believe anything else unless concrete proof slapped him in the face. Guess what? Zelos' return is concrete as fuck.
Bakugo's never taken defeat well.]
I'm not pinning shit on you! [Zelos is unfortunately the bearer of wretched new. His hands curl again, sparks snapping as the man's other words settle on his shoulders. Fuck... what's the problem? He's not wrong. If nothing they do here matters, why the hell not? This is their life, their existence.
There's no going back to the world they know. Their goals back home...]
KUSO!!
[To his credit, this time Bakugo doesn't nuke his room. Nope, this time he made it outside and nuked the entire goddamn hallway!]
( There's a long bit of a pause, where Zelos waits for the noise to settle wherever Bakugo just blew off some steam. Ugh. )
I don't know if it matters, ( he starts with a sort of a sigh, hating that he's bringing this up of his own volition, but. it might be valuable. it might give some hope, it might not, he doesn't know. )
—but I was about to die, back home. Who knows if it's the same for everyone.
[Smoke billows, walls blackened, flames curling along wallpaper and melting golden decorations which haven't been completely demolished already. Bakugo's hunched person looms in rage amid his destruction, venting the only way he can. This fucking cage... this fucking goddamn cage!]
That doesn't have shit to do with it! People were brought here from any damn number of events! Simple life, war, death, celebration! Most of us have lives to go back to, goals we're never going to accomplish in this hellhole!
[And now his backup escape for a hope they could get out another way... FUCK!!]
You really think this place treats us like we're equals?
( It's just kind of muttered into his wrist as Bakugo goes off on the other end, but he's not gonna press this too hard. He has no idea how this place works. Just that it tried to rope him into working with it, and it's trying again. )
I've got more to tell ya. But I don't wanna do it over these things.
[Whether it's for amusement or sustenance, he has no idea. But now they're prisoners, stuck here forever even if they no longer play the damn thing's game. There's no going home for any of them. Dammit!
More to tell him. Fuck, does he want to hear more?! ... Ugh, it's not gonna make him feel any less sick to his stomach, so what the hell?! BRING IT ON!]
Here!
[And sends his room address. He's an Ace of Spades, no longer the 3 of Spades like when they first met.]
( He makes his way over silently, stepping off the elevator on the higher ranked floors. He remembers these Ace suites well, after having made it there with Satoru before— but it's nice, to see others making it up here. Bakugo especially.
It's easy enough to follow the hall to where it looks the most wrecked. Zelos keeps his thumbs shoved into his pockets, lifting his chin as a greeting, instead. )
[Fuck this place. He feels no remorse or regret for destroying the hallway, standing amid its smoking ruins with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders rounded in a delinquent slump, face set in a scowl which could kill lesser men. Footsteps perk his ears and he lifts his head, eyes locking onto Zelo as he appears around the corner.]
Tch. [So damn carefree. Why shouldn't he be? This place is a fucking vacation for Zelos. Bakugo turns on his feet, gritting debris under his shoes, and leads into his room, silently expecting the man to follow him through the double doors.]
( Yeah, a vacation. That's the story he's sticking to, anyway, and he doesn't mind playing into that as he follows along after Bakugo, arms lifting to fold behind his head like he doesn't have a care in the world. He lets out a long whistle. )
So, an Ace rank, huh? Guess you're really living the high life, then.
( Granted, his tone is a little less grating than he'd normally put on. He's still a bit muted, eyes trailing to take in whatever he can about Bakugo's space. )
Still not good enough, though. ( For someone who wants to go home. )
[An Ace rank. Yeah, whatever. His suite's completely rearranged and redone now, serving as a modern Japanese apartment with stone built and wooden accents, and carrying the comfort of a well-off home. He's repaired almost all of the main room since destroying it at the end of August.]
Urusei. It's a place to live. [Bakugo hadn't cared much about his rank for himself, but rather gambled on the rank system to become an Ace so he could use the rank to help others when necessary. Somewhat safer than blowing up shit to get his point across... though nowadays, he's far less reserved about doing so.]
You want something to drink? I've got water, tea, juice, and sports drinks.
( It's hard to want to drink anything with so much on his mind, and even if he assumes Bakugo wants the busy work of doing typical hosting, he's sure he'd be more pissed at the waste of it if he didn't touch it. Does he even need to drink anymore? It's something he's been wondering, something he's too afraid to test out, and so he lets that thought fall aside. )
C'mere, I want you to feel something.
( Weird, maybe, but he holds his hand out all the same, like he's expecting a hand grip. He's not really picky how Bakugo chooses to do it, but he'll explain why while waiting: )
I've been cold since I woke up, and temperature isn't usually an issue for me. Tell me if you feel it, too, or if it's in my head.
( But if he does touch— it's not in Zelos' head, he is a bit chilly to the touch. At least it's not completely lifeless, but bringing it up means he's been thinking about it. He's just glad he can still feel when coffee is hot or cold, but it's weird, right? )
[Bakugo tugs the fridge door open and sweeps a water bottle from its shelf. He closes the door with a blind push of his foot as he heads further into the kitchen. Only to wrap around the large island and head into the living room area splayed out in front of them. A sunken section containing a sectional couch (with pullout bed), sofa chairs, impressive entertainment center, bookshelves, and large window seat by his fake-scenery wall windows.]
Huh? ["Feel" something? His face screws slightly in suspicious confusion, one brow arches and his lips setting in a suspect scowl. Peering at Zelos from several feet away, Bakugo eyes the offered hand, getting an idea already of what the guy's getting at.
Statue remnant. He makes no motion to cross the space and touch him for now.] How long ago did you wake up?
( Can't a guy get confirmation around here!! Ugh, but he doesn't want to admit that the clubs suit was really screwing with his mind before he disappeared, either... So instead, he just presses his lips together for a moment, hand hanging limp from the wrist where he'd offered it for a moment longer before he just drops that arm wholly. )
Back at the camping tents. Didn't have my mark then, and then I woke up with it again... a day ago?
( He doesn't bother mentioning that he has extra suit marks beneath it right now, either. It's irrelevant. )
Most of what I remember from that time as a statue is that it was cold, too.
[Not if he's gonna couch it in "come over here and touch me" offerings! Fucking creepy! Bakugo lifts his water bottle and aggressively chugs half of it. He's not looking, but he's listening to Zelos. A few things he says pique his interest. Water sloshes into the bottle as he drops his hand and holds it by the neck, fingers gripping like a five-prong claw machine.]
So you were treated like a newcomer despite being here before...
[He hated the reality Zelos brought up. That people didn't go home; they were turned into statues. BUT... everyone who's brought here as a newcomer and doesn't stay, none of those people are reduced to statues. They never had a mark, never were officially guests, and the resort blew them away like they didn't exist but in memory. So people can go home, without being turned into a statue...]
( He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck, where said mark happens to be— it's covered well enough by his hair, but if this kid is getting so worked up about the workings of this place, he'd feel too wrong holding back information that could be important. No point. )
Same clubs suit as before, but the House added some more to it. Like, a whole three extra suits— diamonds, right under it. Sent me a message saying I gotta screw them all away or I'll get hit with all three at once.
( His hand peels away from his neck in a gesture, palm up, almost like a shrug. )
So, just your standard entry fee at a place like this, right? Seems like they give everyone some kinda task or item or curse.
Hmph. Typical. [The House usually stuck its newcomers or returning prisoners with some first-month curse bullshit. He remembers his own. Didn't really bother him much since he kept to himself and did his own exploring away from people.
Tugging the fridge door open, he sticks his head inside and pulls out a chunk of chicken, balancing it on one hand while the other fishes out some vegetables. The door closes with a "whump" via his foot as he heads to his kitchen island and deposits the ingredients on the counter.]
For the first month. [A minute later, there's a rectangular grill-like skillet on the stove burner, a splay of metal skewers on the counter, and two cutting boards with bowls beside.]
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Date: 10/5/25 02:56 (UTC)What kind of lame asshole gets kidnapped again?!
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Date: 10/5/25 03:00 (UTC)Seriously, I thought I was never gonna come to. Do you have any idea how cold it is as one of those things?
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Date: 10/5/25 03:03 (UTC)WHAT THE FUCK?!
DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!
THAT'S A GODDAMN LIE!!
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Date: 10/5/25 03:08 (UTC)I'm serious! Why would I lie about something like that?
I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely think. But I remember it, even if it's foggy. It was cold. Kind of like... that other Peacock. You been there before? Behind the mirrors.
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Date: 10/5/25 03:40 (UTC)But this...
BUT THIS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT-]
ALL THIS TIME YOU WERE CONSCIOUS AS A STATUE?!
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Date: 10/5/25 03:45 (UTC)All he can think is it felt like how he expected it would feel to be stuck in his cruxis crystal. Something he wanted to avoid more than anything. It was terrible, even if it was a foggy mess of time feeling odd. )
Sorry to burst your bubble.
You wanna meet up?
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Date: 10/5/25 04:02 (UTC)wait, but what about the people who came back as a different person? Picked out of a different point on their timeline. New memories, new scars, new experiences, strength, skills, knowledge, all the shit that couldn't be chiseled into their stupid little trophy! It'd have to make a new copy, it couldn't reuse the old... one...
Unless it simply updated (or downgraded) the person beneath the stone... It's just a change... Zelos is Zelos, doesn't matter where on his timeline he's pulled from, what alternate version of a world... he's him... like a slider tweaking whatever's necessary to bring him into the alignment wanted...
...]
We can't go home.
Fuck, none of us can ever go back home. We're all FUCKING STUCK HERE FOREVER!!
[Everyone who's not here... fuck, they're all still here. Hawks. Endeavor. Compress. Akira. Ryuji. Yusuke. Till. The "them" they were here are all still here, frozen in rock and conscious through every damn day for the rest of this shitty creature's existence!
This brand on his arm, this mark which can change him- Collect the cards. A fucking wish to go home! Anything you Want!!
USELESS ... fucking useless ... all of it ... ALL OF IT'S FUCKING USELESS!! It's magic! It's omnipotent! It can do whatever the hell it wants and they can't DO A GODDAMN THING ABOUT IT!!]
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Date: 10/5/25 04:19 (UTC)Oh, give me a break.
( It's sudden, harsh and a little agitated, a lower and more serious tone than ever came from the Zelos Bakugo met before. Not because he's mad at Bakugo by any means, but because he's frustrated, and maybe a little disappointed— was disappointed back home, too— at the idea of just giving up like that. Someone like him? Sure, it made sense. But guys like Bakugo, like Lloyd? They've got people depending on them, bright futures, good heads on their shoulders. He hates that the House has people like this here, people who would be better off at home, doing other things— but he's not about to sit here and let it break their spirits right in front of him!! )
You're really just gonna give up? What, because one guy is telling you he remembers everything? Because it works differently than you thought?
( An irritated breath catches in his Watch's audio, but there's a reason he's not showing his camera. He doesn't want to be caught in 4k Caring so much. Shh. )
Pull it together, man. Just because I was stuck in that shitty spot for so long doesn't mean that's how it has to go. This place is going to try and make it that way, sure, but that's why we've gotta come back at it in full force! Right? If you don't like how things are, then you're just going to have to do something about it! Isn't that why you call yourself a hero?
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Date: 10/5/25 04:59 (UTC)He spent days crashing back and forth between accepting bonds with other people and the emotions they brought were facts of life, they were going to happen... and the nihilistic "fuck it all" mindset throwing each bloody risk out the window.
Before finding out no less than five of his companions vanished from the resort in rapid succession. A gory hook torn out with each one.
Through all of it, he held onto a small furious understanding the hotel wasn't getting the last laugh. Everyone who vanished simply went back home. Fusing once more with their timeline selves, a snapshot vanished to its proper place.
... and now this.
HOW THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO GO "oh, that sucks" AND MOVE ON LIKE IT'S UNCHANGED?!
Fuck... his stomach twists, gall rising in his throat, hearing that same mocking laughter which spilled through his head when he came to after those cursed 24 hrs. An enemy he couldn't defeat. A battle... he couldn't win.]
Naanda? [His rough voice rises in an aggressive, threatening twist. Hot enraged to the point he can't even do anything with himself. Standing in his room, sparks bursting and flying from his palms with no power in his arms to even move them. Everything's tight and pulsing, veins throbbing all over his body as his heart rate escalates into an overtime rush.
His suit mark may or may not be rapidly darkening, inky ichor welling up from that sicking place again, splattering around his glowing golden heart.] Who the fuck's gonna waste his time trying for something impossible, baka!
[Pissed? No, he's fucking furious!] The only thing we can do about it is either kill the goddamn bird, or get your shitty wish with the cards. Tell me how you're gonna do the former, cause no moron's gonna trust the latter works!
[He is a hero. Currently a snapping one.]
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Date: 10/5/25 05:07 (UTC)You trying to tell me you've tried everything, ruled it all out? Impossible sounds pretty final, y'know.
( He lets space exist between his words where it needs to, wherever Bakugo needs to yell, allowing some of his mask to creep back in with proper timing. Start a fire, back off, make sure it keeps burning... Just his usual. )
Don't go pinning this on me. I'm not the one who goes around claiming he's some murder god hero. ( He did laugh at finding his username, though. ) You figure it out. Or if you really think it's so useless, then what's the problem? Just kick back and relax!
( He absolutely expects a reaction to that... )
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Date: 10/5/25 14:51 (UTC)Don't ask stupid questions! Look around you! You think all these people haven't tried as much as they can?
[People who have been here far longer than their group's going on two years this December. None of them have managed to go home all this time! Even if they "die" or "fail", they're still here as a fucking statue!
Dammit... He'd hoped at least those people had an out... He refused to believe anything else unless concrete proof slapped him in the face. Guess what? Zelos' return is concrete as fuck.
Bakugo's never taken defeat well.]
I'm not pinning shit on you! [Zelos is unfortunately the bearer of wretched new. His hands curl again, sparks snapping as the man's other words settle on his shoulders. Fuck... what's the problem? He's not wrong. If nothing they do here matters, why the hell not? This is their life, their existence.
There's no going back to the world they know. Their goals back home...]
KUSO!!
[To his credit, this time Bakugo doesn't nuke his room. Nope, this time he made it outside and nuked the entire goddamn hallway!]
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Date: 10/6/25 06:27 (UTC)I don't know if it matters, ( he starts with a sort of a sigh, hating that he's bringing this up of his own volition, but. it might be valuable. it might give some hope, it might not, he doesn't know. )
—but I was about to die, back home. Who knows if it's the same for everyone.
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Date: 10/7/25 00:47 (UTC)That doesn't have shit to do with it! People were brought here from any damn number of events! Simple life, war, death, celebration! Most of us have lives to go back to, goals we're never going to accomplish in this hellhole!
[And now his backup escape for a hope they could get out another way... FUCK!!]
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Date: 10/8/25 19:03 (UTC)( It's just kind of muttered into his wrist as Bakugo goes off on the other end, but he's not gonna press this too hard. He has no idea how this place works. Just that it tried to rope him into working with it, and it's trying again. )
I've got more to tell ya. But I don't wanna do it over these things.
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Date: 10/9/25 01:30 (UTC)[Whether it's for amusement or sustenance, he has no idea. But now they're prisoners, stuck here forever even if they no longer play the damn thing's game. There's no going home for any of them. Dammit!
More to tell him. Fuck, does he want to hear more?! ... Ugh, it's not gonna make him feel any less sick to his stomach, so what the hell?! BRING IT ON!]
Here!
[And sends his room address. He's an Ace of Spades, no longer the 3 of Spades like when they first met.]
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Date: 10/9/25 04:07 (UTC)It's easy enough to follow the hall to where it looks the most wrecked. Zelos keeps his thumbs shoved into his pockets, lifting his chin as a greeting, instead. )
Yo.
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Date: 10/9/25 14:17 (UTC)Tch. [So damn carefree. Why shouldn't he be? This place is a fucking vacation for Zelos. Bakugo turns on his feet, gritting debris under his shoes, and leads into his room, silently expecting the man to follow him through the double doors.]
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Date: 10/15/25 00:01 (UTC)So, an Ace rank, huh? Guess you're really living the high life, then.
( Granted, his tone is a little less grating than he'd normally put on. He's still a bit muted, eyes trailing to take in whatever he can about Bakugo's space. )
Still not good enough, though. ( For someone who wants to go home. )
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Date: 10/15/25 03:50 (UTC)Urusei. It's a place to live. [Bakugo hadn't cared much about his rank for himself, but rather gambled on the rank system to become an Ace so he could use the rank to help others when necessary. Somewhat safer than blowing up shit to get his point across... though nowadays, he's far less reserved about doing so.]
You want something to drink? I've got water, tea, juice, and sports drinks.
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Date: 10/17/25 03:28 (UTC)( It's hard to want to drink anything with so much on his mind, and even if he assumes Bakugo wants the busy work of doing typical hosting, he's sure he'd be more pissed at the waste of it if he didn't touch it. Does he even need to drink anymore? It's something he's been wondering, something he's too afraid to test out, and so he lets that thought fall aside. )
C'mere, I want you to feel something.
( Weird, maybe, but he holds his hand out all the same, like he's expecting a hand grip. He's not really picky how Bakugo chooses to do it, but he'll explain why while waiting: )
I've been cold since I woke up, and temperature isn't usually an issue for me. Tell me if you feel it, too, or if it's in my head.
( But if he does touch— it's not in Zelos' head, he is a bit chilly to the touch. At least it's not completely lifeless, but bringing it up means he's been thinking about it. He's just glad he can still feel when coffee is hot or cold, but it's weird, right? )
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Date: 10/17/25 06:08 (UTC)Huh? ["Feel" something? His face screws slightly in suspicious confusion, one brow arches and his lips setting in a suspect scowl. Peering at Zelos from several feet away, Bakugo eyes the offered hand, getting an idea already of what the guy's getting at.
Statue remnant. He makes no motion to cross the space and touch him for now.] How long ago did you wake up?
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Date: 10/17/25 07:01 (UTC)Back at the camping tents. Didn't have my mark then, and then I woke up with it again... a day ago?
( He doesn't bother mentioning that he has extra suit marks beneath it right now, either. It's irrelevant. )
Most of what I remember from that time as a statue is that it was cold, too.
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Date: 10/17/25 23:59 (UTC)So you were treated like a newcomer despite being here before...
[He hated the reality Zelos brought up. That people didn't go home; they were turned into statues. BUT... everyone who's brought here as a newcomer and doesn't stay, none of those people are reduced to statues. They never had a mark, never were officially guests, and the resort blew them away like they didn't exist but in memory. So people can go home, without being turned into a statue...]
Did you get a different mark this time?
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Date: 10/29/25 21:54 (UTC)( He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck, where said mark happens to be— it's covered well enough by his hair, but if this kid is getting so worked up about the workings of this place, he'd feel too wrong holding back information that could be important. No point. )
Same clubs suit as before, but the House added some more to it. Like, a whole three extra suits— diamonds, right under it. Sent me a message saying I gotta screw them all away or I'll get hit with all three at once.
( His hand peels away from his neck in a gesture, palm up, almost like a shrug. )
So, just your standard entry fee at a place like this, right? Seems like they give everyone some kinda task or item or curse.
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Date: 10/30/25 23:47 (UTC)Tugging the fridge door open, he sticks his head inside and pulls out a chunk of chicken, balancing it on one hand while the other fishes out some vegetables. The door closes with a "whump" via his foot as he heads to his kitchen island and deposits the ingredients on the counter.]
For the first month. [A minute later, there's a rectangular grill-like skillet on the stove burner, a splay of metal skewers on the counter, and two cutting boards with bowls beside.]
Not everyone gets turned into statues.
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