[Open Mingle] Remember Me For Centuries

[achievementhunter]

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: 4/20 BLAZE 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 - ???

Comments

[catpiper]

[They catch her attention somewhere between shoving food into her mouth and into her pocket and while she fancies herself to be quite the connoisseur of games and game related nonsense, that ball is larger than a normal baseball and that puts her at an immediate loss. What.

Crumbs still on her face, she ambles over to them and asks-]

Are you pitching with your feet?

[hyperlit]

it's soccer
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.]

[catpiper]

[She can get on board with this. Whatever the game entails, she's ready. All her expertise and experience will come together to help her win. Somehow.

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?

[hyperlit]

only a little

[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

[catpiper]

Can you teach me?

[All time spent with the Drifter is something to cherish and she doesn't want to particularly let go of this chance to be with them. She assumes they'll amble off to map this weird island soon enough-might as well keep them around and know they're safe for as long as she can until that time comes.]

Do you get five strikes? Do you say 'blackjack'?

[hyperlit]

[They have no idea what a “blackjack” is but are not opposed to someone saying it, at any time they prefer.]

10 goals wins
we have no goals

[Perhaps they ought to make some...they’re unused to having to set the game up on their own.]

[catpiper]

[Say no more, she's got this!! She can make 'goals', unless the goal is surviving to adulthood and that's not on the docket today. Without a word, she turns on her heel and ambles off to do whatever gremlins do to make games playable.

Which boils down to finding sticks, apparently. They aren't good enough to be Drifter weapons, but they're fine for soccer, probably. She drops both to the ground, directly next to each other, which is going to make for a short game if they play this way.]

Okay, I found our bases. The goals.

[hyperlit]

[Hmmm. The Drifter surveys that briefly, before deciding to make a few adjustments - staking one stick into the ground, then another, a few feet apart from one another, and then doing the same at the opposite end of the very loosely defined "field."]

[They survey their handiwork. The dimensions are arbitrary, but they don't have to be exact for a beginner.]

goals

[catpiper]

[#Renapproved

And from there, she gathers the ball needs to be kicked towards the sticks. Does it matter which goal? Probably not. Victory is in the eye of the beholder and she aims to win.]

You can kick first.

[hyperlit]

[That seems unfair, given her diminutive size and the fact that she has yet to actually play a game of soccer in her life, but the Drifter nonetheless complies, albeit with considerably less force than they would usually. While they're more prone to straight-up slamming into the ball with their blade and launching it into the sky at full tilt, the Drifter instead gently knocks up against it with the side of their foot, sending it rolling across the grass at a leisurely bump-tumble.]

[What a thrilling game of soccer!]

[catpiper]

[This dirty cheater runs after the ball with more speed than necessary, given they didn't kick it that far, and picks it up with both hands. And as she heaves it into the air, ready to throw it across the freaking field, she slowly remembers this is a kicking game. No throwing.

And you know. Rules are for losers, but she'll follow the few she knows. She's considerate enough to carry the ball directly to the goal, set it down in front of her, and gently kicks it past the stick.]

Blackjack!

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter shakes their head, too bemused to be disappointed or put off. Sometimes they forget; she is not merely a child, but a child with far fewer life experiences than most. They are used to children who are brutally competent, who can handle things like bombs, or understand complex concepts like the end of an entire world.]

[They are less used to this.]

you are supposed to use your feet

[catpiper]

I did!

[She perks up cheerfully, thankfully not holding a bomb or the fate of the world in her hands. Because she'd cheat to the very end or allow the death of x amount of people to happen because she's scared. That's fine.

Either way, she did kick when it counted most-at the very end and she eagerly runs up to Drifter, holding the ball out for them to grab.]

Now you run up and kick it past the stick when you get close.

[She's the expert now?? Apparently??]

[hyperlit]

not your hands

[gosh kid don’t you know a thing about soccer :/ ]

[Evidently not, which merely means they’ll have to teach her such arbitrary rules as: you can’t use your hands, but weapons are 100% okay as long as you don’t hurt anyone with them.]

[catpiper]

[Bend to her unerring cheating law that is in no way contradictory or wrong.

No hands period?? Terrible. But that's fine. She can accept that adults need to put games on hard mode and she plops the ball in front of their feet. Go ahead peanut.]

Okay, we'll try again. It's still your turn.

['We'll'. Like it wasn't just Her messing up.]

[hyperlit]

there are no turns

[THEY DID NOT EXPLAIN THIS VERY WELL AT ALL, HM???]

[They should be more bemused than they are. They’re not accustomed to a child’s leaps in logic. But they can accept that some people have never passed their time over a game of soccer, outrageous as it is to consider.]

[catpiper]

[This game is bullshit.

Or rather, filled with many difficult rules like don't use your hands or no turns and goals. When do you hit 21? Maybe it's like tag. Either way, she's determined to learn. Because Drifter likes this game, she's going to figure the methods to their gaming madness.

So. Since there are no turns, she looks to the ball in front of them and kicks it far to the side.]

[hyperlit]

[Now she's getting the hang of it. Of course, she won't truly understand the genuine Soccer Mood unless she is trampled by a relentless child, plowed over through the dirt while the ball sails heavily past and slams into her goal ten times in quick succession.]

[The Drifter is, thankfully, a much gentler opponent than soccer kid.]

[They streak to catch the ball with the side of their foot and bat it in her direction, mostly to see where she plans to kick it next.]

[catpiper]

[Look, Ren's a veritable baseball expert as far as this island's concerned. There are no professional players anymore-Batter's gone. It's just her. She can pitch with all the ferocity a noodley armed teenage girl can, but kicking? The coordination required for this is absurd. But she's going to win.

She stops the ball with her hands, removes them once it's still lest she get another gentle reminder of the stupid no hands rule and lines her foot up to kick the shit out of it.

The problem is she can't beat Drifter with ordinary, mortal methods. They're fast, strong and have soccer knowledge on their side, so she. Points up to the sky. Wow, look at that!!!]

[hyperlit]

[They’ll give it to her: they weren’t expecting that. And when she points skyward, their instinct is not to assume deception. Their hand falls across the hilt of their blade and they dart a look upward, scanning the uniform, cloudless blue for the potential danger. A pterax? Another firebird?]

[...or literally nothing at all?]

[The Drifter looks back down. Wait a sec.]

[catpiper]

[One day, she might look back on this moment and feel sorry for her sinful actions against a precious drifter, who only wanted to play a game of soccer.

That day is far, far into future and there was no rule against cheating anyway? It's fine. When they look back towards her, the ball has mysteriously vanished from her gremlin kick zone.

Because she kicked it while they were distracted and it's currently moving towards the goal. She's not far behind it.]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter...could attempt to rob her of that point, and possibly succeed, but they're the one that fell for the child's silly jape, so as far as they're concerned, they deserve to suffer for that crime. They simply stand there and watch with their arms folded across their chest when she goes bumbling for the goal with the ball.]

little pup

[They shake their head, but the corners of their eyes have crinkled with amusement.]

[catpiper]

[The ball goes flllllying past the stick and she throws her arms in the air in celebration, excited as all hell because she managed to get a point! Against the Drifter! In a game they already knew!

In-freaking-credible. Cheating works. That's the takeaway here.]

Look, I did it! That's ten points!

[She kicks the ball back towards them and says-]

Make me look somewhere else and you can get a point too!

[hyperlit]

1 point

[A gentle correction, but a firm one. Don’t think you can get away with inflating your score, you rascal. There’s only so much cheating one can allow in one game of soccer.]

goals are 1 point

[catpiper]

[Spiritually, it's ten points per goal, but she can relent to their unerring soccer law for this one thing.]

Okay, it's one point.

[For now!!! She'll work her way to ten one day.]

You have to get one too.