[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

[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
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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!

[hyperlit]

ok

[It turns out the Drifter has a competitive streak. They turn back to the ball, batting it into the center of the field, and stand with their chin lifted. That doesn't mean they're going to be completely unfair here. They did not, after all, tell her the rules.]

can still take first shot

[flyfisher]

[Sulkily, Myia trudges over to the center of the field where the ball lies. She also has a competitive streak, if that wasn't clear by now, and she takes a running start and launches the ball with a kick aimed over the Drifter's head.]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter ducks to avoid the ball rather than risk a potentially harmful impact. Their constitution is rather fragile, after all, and while the soccer child could never injure them, this is no mere child - and she's angry, to boot. Better to lose a game and remain in good health than to sacrifice their well-being over a ball.]

[They leap backwards several paces, jogging in an attempt to catch the ball before it reaches too far into their end of the field.]

[flyfisher]

[She starts chasing after the ball as well, trying to block its progress if the Drifter happens to knock it back.

Although, playing soccer one on one means if you've got just the one acting as forward, there's no one for defense.]

[hyperlit]

[She's trying to block them at every turn, meaning it's time to get inventive. Which they do, gladly - their blade materializing in a spurt of bright cerulean, unfurling at their side so that they can slam it into the ball with the flat of it.]

[That'll send it arcing high for sure.]