[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

[hyperlit]

a child taught me

[Soccer Kid, the true final boss that managed to be intensely difficult to the extreme, and key to several moments of profound and undying frustration. Distance, at least, has allowed for clarity, and a renewed interest in the thrill of the game.]

form two goalposts
the first to get to ten between the goalposts wins

[flyfisher]

[Okay, maybe it is simpler than it seemed at first glance. Okay. She can kick a ball between goalposts ten times. She's got a heavy kick. Some plants know a lot about that. She smiles, finally.]

Okay. Easy. Give me the ball so I can kick it.

[hyperlit]

[Well hold on now pardner]

we do not yet have goals

[Granted, they didn't set these up beforehand, but they hadn't thought this was necessary; they did, after all, have to learn the ropes of how soccer is played before they could set about sending the ball careening into their opponent's goalposts, and assumed such would be the case here.]

[flyfisher]

[Myia throws her hands up into the air.]

So many steps! Okay, goals first.

[She pulls off her knapsack and unhooks the fishing pole from it. She sets it firmly in the sand, then, with some space in between, sets down a sack of sugar from within the bag.]

One goal? Two goals?

[hyperlit]

[Hm. That's a good plan. The Drifter settles their own pack down a fair distance away and withdraws a hatchet from its contents. The thing is in poor condition, partially rusted from its retrieval and blade blunted, and thus has received very little use, but it still makes a good marker.]

[The Drifter straightens, examines their handiwork, and nods. Good.]

[They indicate her goal with a pointing finger, then theirs.]

first to 10 wins

[flyfisher]

First to ten.

[Without any indication that the game has begun, Myia sprints for the ball, trying to steal it from the Drifter. If she has to, she'll tackle them to the ground to get it.

With the barest of knowledge of how soccer works, Myia is ready and willing to make this a full contact sport.]

[hyperlit]

[WOW GOOD THING THE DRIFTER IS GOOD AT DODGING.]

[She's not at all like the child in the soccer arena - the child who would, without hesitation, bowl them over and trample them through the dust with very little consideration for their well-being in the spirit of scoring a goal before they could. She's larger, for one, and full-body contact with her is liable to leave them damaged.]

[The Drifter's foot slams into the ball and launches it across the makeshift field as they strafe to one side. They'll prioritize their own safety over the ball, but let it not be said they won't try to manage both.]

[flyfisher]

[The ball goes flying past Myia, and she whips around, almost confused by the maneuver. Don't they want to keep the ball?

She tries to take off running towards it, using her wings for a little more momentum, but she overshoots herself and, when she reaches the ball, she tumbles over it and hits the ground. Still, it's in her grasp now.]

[hyperlit]

[She's using her hands, which...technically isn't allowed, but they're pretty sure wings aren't allowed either, and she's already made use of those. Besides, the Drifter has a sword and their speed, and it seems unfair to complain as to her strengths when opposed with their own.]

[Their sword unfurls in a streak of blue light, their feet squaring against the ground in a wide, firm-planted stance. They're ready to guard their goal against her, whatever strategy she employs.]

[flyfisher]

[Still on the floor, Myia arranges herself on her back and grasshopper-kicks the ball with both feet and all of her strength. It's sent shooting across the makeshift field like a comet.

Yeah, she kicks hard.]

[hyperlit]

[It's fast, but speed is the Drifter's specialty. They line up their shot carefully before slamming the flat of their hard light weapon into the ball as it comes streaking their way.]

[It goes arcing high instead of zipping across field, which probably makes it a good deal easier to counter.]

[flyfisher]

[Myia lunges onto all fours, and watches the ball arc high into the sky. She launches herself into the air, with the help of her wings, and headbutts the ball back in their direction.

She lands a little off-base, though, leaving an opening for the Drifter towards her goal.]

[hyperlit]

[Their eye for the ball is somewhat admiring as they watch the ball sail overhead and go tumbling across the grass. She's inventive, and fast. They can appreciate that.]

[They can also appreciate an opening, immediately trying to capitalize by streaking for the ball with a skid across the meadow and ramming it with their heel.]

[flyfisher]

[The ball streaks across the field, and though she dives for it, she is a little too late. It safely passes through her goal.

Myia lands on her butt and stares after it, groaning.]

I was supposed to win!

[hyperlit]

[Oh, Myia, it's all right; the Drifter didn't win against soccer kid for quite a while. Their HUD widens to accommodate a slightly larger message:]

drifter | myia
----------------
1       | 0
        |
        |
        |


[You see? It's not over yet.]

[flyfisher]

[She squints at the message. Ah, so that's how it is. She's already forgotten how many goals they agreed upon to finish, but she goes back to retrieve the ball and kicks it with no small amount of force straight at the Drifter's goal.

She's single minded and doesn't understand how soccer works. Please forgive this dumb bug girl.]

[hyperlit]

[Single-minded is good, as far as the Drifter is concerned. But they have been at this for quite a while, and hence are rather good at soccer.]

[Good enough to counter with a powerful kick that launches the ball towards Myia at head-height, enough to send clods of dirt spraying.]

[flyfisher]

[Myia, meanwhile, has vaguely heard of soccer, and doesn't even know hands aren't allowed.

She catches the ball against her chest, though it had enough force in it to send her skidding backwards and almost tumbling again. She throws it high into the air and jumps up again with the aid of her wings, kicking hard towards the goal in a downward angle.]

1/2

[hyperlit]

[Does no one here understand what soccer is about.]

2/2

[hyperlit]

no hands

[It's probably lost in the ensuing kick, and the Drifter isn't there to counter, meaning that Myia scores a goal against them. But the Drifter is too busy standing there looking deeply disgruntled and offended to care.]

[flyfisher]

What'd you say? Are you mad I got one? Not good sportsmanship!

[She looks very pleased with herself, though she did miss the message as she landed. It could bear repeating.]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter does not quite sigh, but a hoarse little puff of air rasps behind their mantle as they clarify the message.]

do not use hands in soccer

[flyfisher]

What! You should've said that sooner!

[Honestly, did she not mention that she's never experienced soccer? How could she have known this? She glowers grumpily at the Drifter's sighing and being offended and all that, folding her arms.]

So my point doesn't count, is that it?

[hyperlit]

no hands.

[A period. Soccer rules are serious business, okay?]

weapons ok
wings ok
no hands

[flyfisher]

[Myia kicks at the sand angrily.]

Fine! No hands! Zero points for Myia!