[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]

[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.

[hyperlit]

[Ren, you melt their heart. They love you, deeply and earnestly. But by god you have no idea how competitive sports work at all do you.]

will you try and stop me

[It's partially a taunt and partially an instruction. You have to try to stop them, Ren. Please.]

[catpiper]

[That's the big q of the day, isn't it Drifter? Will she? There's a vivid memory of Sai reminding her she has to keep the other player from scoring because that's how baseball works. But only baseball.]

No?

[And then-]

Yes!

[Soccer is kind of like baseball and after some mental deliberation, she eventually falls for the taunt because she's like five. Here she comes!! Don't use your hands or she'll call them the heck out!!]

[hyperlit]

[Score.]

[Metaphorically, anyway. They've yet to score against her in earnest, but they're still not sure if they ought to. Will she be upset, should she lose? She's not exactly the soccer kid, and the Drifter has been rather competitively obsessed with beating them at their own game for some time now.]

[They elect to move slowly, at first, watching her with something that could almost be called approval as they bat the ball across the field as an assuredly decreased pace.]

[catpiper]

[Real talk-she fully expects to lose to them at a game they've played many times and whose concepts she's just starting to grasp. It's not going to bother her because their victory will be something to celebrate, but she'll practice and come at them with the force of ten thousand suns when the Time Is Right. And probably cheat her way to another point.

That's how it is.

She goes after the ball, trying to find an opening to kick it out from their path. It's harder when you can't trick someone!! Gosh!!]

[hyperlit]

[They don't stonewall her entirely, but they're not quite a person that can happily sit back and let a small child win for the heck of it. They're too competitive. So once their curiosity in how she will react runs out, they start to shift toward her side of the field in earnest.]

[Unless she stops them, they're kicking this ball straight to home.]

[catpiper]

[HECK

She tries-lord help her she tries, but that Driftybean is faster and has far more mastery in the ways of soccer and victory is theirs in the blink of an eye.

Which is to say, they scored a point, but it's far from over. Until her feet start to ache, she's going to chase after this ball. She will earn her point.

Hope they didn't have plans?? Because this is the new plan-play with Ren until sundown.]