Chara Dreemurr..? (
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lifeaftr2018-04-27 06:37 pm
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Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: myia,
- ✖ original: the liberator,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
[Open Mingle] Remember Me For Centuries
Who: Chara, The Knight, Ginko, Hinata, Chip, Seto, Muffet, Ren, Xion- and anyone else who'd like to jump in!
What: Some exploration occurs, blood is spilled-- everyone has a picnic. In that order.
When: 4/20BLAZE IT
Where: Ziziphus : C5 and D5 closed prompts, B5 for picnicking!
Warnings: Please post your warnings in comment headers!
CLOSED C5 - You're a cherry blossom
CLOSED D5 - You're about to bloom
OPEN B5 - You look so pretty but you're gone so soon
OPEN B5 - ???
What: Some exploration occurs, blood is spilled-- everyone has a picnic. In that order.
When: 4/20
Where: Ziziphus : C5 and D5 closed prompts, B5 for picnicking!
Warnings: Please post your warnings in comment headers!
CLOSED C5 - You're a cherry blossom
CLOSED D5 - You're about to bloom
OPEN B5 - You look so pretty but you're gone so soon
OPEN B5 - ???
the drifter | ota | i'll match your format!
[They've gotten better at making chains with flowers, and their fingers work nimbly in creating great long streamers of multicolored blooms. They've not any particular plans for what to do with them just yet, though if you're in need of a crown or two, they won't complain if you pick from their rapidly growing supply.]
[But that's not all. Eventually, they'll take something from their pack and start to kick it about in the grass - a slightly worn but nonetheless quite charming ball.]
[If you've never played a game of soccer, now might be the time to learn.]
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But they're playing a kid's game. Myia never got to join in with the other freshly pupated kids playing with balls, so she doesn't recognize the game and mostly just marvels at the stranger as they kick around the ball.
She doesn't get what the point of this is, but... it seems fun. She simply watches, compound eyes following the ball closely.]
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[The Drifter halts after a few moments, tipping their head to one side to regard Myia curiously, before issuing a text-based query.]
know how to play?
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Duh. Course I know how to play. You kick the ball. You're playing. Done. It's just kicking. Just kicking.
[Drifter now has the chance to avoid explaining there's a reason or goal behind kicking the ball, and let her live without that knowledge forever. If it were Myia, she'd take that opportunity, but the Drifter is not Myia.]
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[It is true; the Drifter is not Myia, and they are very sincere in imparting this nugget of wisdom, because they are some kind of Lawful alignment here, it would seem.]
score points against opponent
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1/2
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Crumbs still on her face, she ambles over to them and asks-]
Are you pitching with your feet?
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you kick
[To be fair, the Drifter's notion of what is involved in soccer is...perhaps not the most accurate, considering that they've done a fair amount of whacking the ball with their sword and being thrown onto their front with the force of the ball being launched at their abdomen by an exceedingly talented, seemingly unbeatable child of a soccer player.]
[They demonstrate by nudging the ball with one of their feet, watching it roll amiably in the grass.]
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She trails behind the ball, lightly kicking it back to them with her bare foot. Except her aim is bad and it ends up veering to their left, but that's fine. It's whatever.]
Do you like soccer? Do you play this a lot?
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[They don't have any goals set up, and thus there's no real means of scoring points or keep track of said points, but...does that matter very much, either? The Drifter is nimble in strafing to one side and bumping one heel against the ball so it doesn't go careening into the grass, and potentially disappearing.]
a child taught me
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Yuka likes the Drifter. She doesn't know much about them, but she doesn't feel obliged to keep finding things to talk about with them. It's nice to know someone who you can just be comfortably silent around.
Just gotta figure out how to tie off the end of the chain to make it into a crown...]
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[Their eyes pinch into dark half-moons when she joins them, though eventually her struggle draws their gaze.]
done this before?
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She shakes her head.]
It wasn't too hard to figure out how to braid them, but now I'm to the end and I have to loop it back together...
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can show you
[It's a polite query, not an insistence. They would fully understand if she would prefer to learn on her own pace.]
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[But...they haven't played a proper game like soccer in ages.]
[Finally Chip gets up from their spot at the picnic and wanders over, glancing away and back to them a few times before piping up:]
Can I play?
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[Children here don't do many things they should. Children here do not play soccer, because they are too busy learning to fight with knives and teaching themselves to set buildings on fire.]
[The Drifter stops batting the ball between their toes and stops to nod, a swift dip of the head that might almost be construed as eager.]
know how?
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This ball is far too big to throw...but she's sure she could catch it either way. And she's very determined to try and fit it into her mouth as well. So...hrm. Are they going to throw it? She plants her bottom on the grass and looks almost expectantly from the ball, to the Drifter, and back again.]
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[Hm. Plainly she does want the ball, but it wouldn't be as simple as kicking it to her. That does not sound particularly fun for a quadruped, after all.]
[So the Drifter draws their blade, igniting the blaze of cerluean, and winds back with the flat of it, aiming carefully - ]
[befoRE STRAIGHT UP WHACKING IT RIGHT AT HER]
[FORE]
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She jerks her head to the side and catches the ball with her reflector on the swing, smacking it back like a tennis player might. Not the correct game for a soccer ball, but...eh, it's still within the rules. Kind of. Of course, once she realizes they're playing this sort of game, the wolf begins barking frantically and bouncing around with her tail wagging behind her, tongue lolling out from her smiling face.
Again!!]
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[The ball comes skating past with enough force for the Drifter to skid across the ground in an attempt to catch it. It bounces and rolls across the grass before they can batter it back, but Amaterasu is clearly delighted enough with the initial volley for the Drifter to immediately comply and slam their blade it into it again.]
[Let's see if they can keep it in the air for longer this time.]
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She offers the mental image of a volleyball net, questioningly. Not that she really understands quite what Lup was trying to get at, but something involving people and balls and nets, anyway.]
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[A sequence of images strung together forms a thought, and a loose fragment of narrative - two silhouettes battering a ball back and forth between two goals, intending to lob it in between two markers for points.]
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Thinking about this scenario a little, she nods. It makes sense, after all. Clearly combat practice with a harmless target. Extending one clawed finger, she points at herself, back at the Drifter, and taps her ever-present spear end against the ground. She's willing to give this a shot.]
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Hey there. Looking for people to play with?
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[They tap the ball with one foot and send it rolling over in Shepard's direction.]
do you play
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A little, yes. I’m no pro, but I’ve played soccer before.
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