[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]

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.]