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Who: Ren and you!!
What: Catchall for September
When: Throughout the month
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Will add as needed
A
[Guess who has a slingshot, tons of free time and only enough awareness to recognize there's no one in her direct line of sight, but not enough to realize someone might be ambling around the woods within slingshoty range? Sup.
Because there's an onslaught of garbage heading into the woods-leaves, sticks, clumps of dirt, the occasional chunk of old food. There's a method to her madness that's probably only apparent to her, by the way she excitedly yells ten points or two points at the end of every shot. It's pretty easy to follow the line of trash to the horrible source-try not to get hit along the way.]
B
[Last month was a trip and flowers? Aren't great right now. She's long since buried her flower barrette somewhere around the blooming temple. It's easier to ignore everything it represents that way. She might look for that special treasure again one day, when the thought of it offers a feeling of safety instead of sending jolts of terror down her spine. Not today though.
Today, she's trying to find something else to shove into her hair, using the small mirror Ichimatsu gave her and asking her cat's humble opinion to guide her during this accessory hunt. Grass, leaves, a whisk, a glowstick, a necklace, an unlit sparkler-there's so much. She's really trying. There's a point where a combination of all of these items are tangled in her hair, braided in to the best of her ability. At least she looks happy with her new styling method. It's certainly shiny.]
C
[She could help the new god, on the new island, or-
Or she could learn a lesson from the previous three and occupy herself with tasks on Ensō, instead of wandering into the nearest death trap. Sorry Harv, it's nothing personal. She's heard they're a good dog, but dang. She's not ready to take the leap. But it's the thought of that hardworking harvest god that makes her do something that looks almost semi-useful, in case she gets the courage to make her way over there.
She's gathering sticks. So many sticks. Just the hugest freaking pile of twigs and driftwood, amassed together, like she's going to start a huge bonfire. Catch her grabbing more sticks!! Or sorting through her terrible stick pile. Or while she's starting to hide the pile by pushing her collection into the woods, shoving it under leaves, in small holes, or under bushes.
What's she doing?? It's a mystery.]
What: Catchall for September
When: Throughout the month
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Will add as needed
A
[Guess who has a slingshot, tons of free time and only enough awareness to recognize there's no one in her direct line of sight, but not enough to realize someone might be ambling around the woods within slingshoty range? Sup.
Because there's an onslaught of garbage heading into the woods-leaves, sticks, clumps of dirt, the occasional chunk of old food. There's a method to her madness that's probably only apparent to her, by the way she excitedly yells ten points or two points at the end of every shot. It's pretty easy to follow the line of trash to the horrible source-try not to get hit along the way.]
B
[Last month was a trip and flowers? Aren't great right now. She's long since buried her flower barrette somewhere around the blooming temple. It's easier to ignore everything it represents that way. She might look for that special treasure again one day, when the thought of it offers a feeling of safety instead of sending jolts of terror down her spine. Not today though.
Today, she's trying to find something else to shove into her hair, using the small mirror Ichimatsu gave her and asking her cat's humble opinion to guide her during this accessory hunt. Grass, leaves, a whisk, a glowstick, a necklace, an unlit sparkler-there's so much. She's really trying. There's a point where a combination of all of these items are tangled in her hair, braided in to the best of her ability. At least she looks happy with her new styling method. It's certainly shiny.]
C
[She could help the new god, on the new island, or-
Or she could learn a lesson from the previous three and occupy herself with tasks on Ensō, instead of wandering into the nearest death trap. Sorry Harv, it's nothing personal. She's heard they're a good dog, but dang. She's not ready to take the leap. But it's the thought of that hardworking harvest god that makes her do something that looks almost semi-useful, in case she gets the courage to make her way over there.
She's gathering sticks. So many sticks. Just the hugest freaking pile of twigs and driftwood, amassed together, like she's going to start a huge bonfire. Catch her grabbing more sticks!! Or sorting through her terrible stick pile. Or while she's starting to hide the pile by pushing her collection into the woods, shoving it under leaves, in small holes, or under bushes.
What's she doing?? It's a mystery.]
a!
Fuck!
[Guess who was caught in the crossfire? It's Beau. Who managed to get slapped in the head with a can that she's now carrying back to where it fell.]
Alright, who's bright idea was it t--
[She pauses, when she sees Ren. And just. Stares.]
... Dude.
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Nah.
Still, this bacon girl deserves a little something for her unintentional catching efforts.]
'Dude', you get five extra dope points and-
[And as icing on the terrible cake, she pauses and adds-]
A gold star? For finding that thing.
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Huh. That was a really good toss. You were all the way back here?
[Beau no don't encourage this,,,,,]
If you're practicing, you should be shooting into the water. Then you can see where you hit.
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And now there's a new potential target. She hadn't considered getting close to the water before now, but it's not like she has to tread water. She doesn't need to swim to succeed here. The not!treasures can meet their watery fate. That's fine.]
Do you want to come with me? We can take turns playing.
[Field trip!! Field trip!!]
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Yeah, sure. C'mon, I can really show you how to chuck that thing.
[She has basically never used a weapon like this before, but she's really great at throwing shit, so how hard can it be? Get in some practice for the both of them.
So Beau just starts tromping off back where she was going, which is like, maybe the direction of water? She is still not super good at figuring out where the fuck she is. But from what she's managed to determine, there's water goddamn everywhere, so walking any one direction should cause them to hit it eventually. Smart.]
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Do you like to throw things? Do you play that game a lot? Does it make you happy?
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Uhhh, kinda. Not really a game, more like a fighting thing.
[Most of her things are fighting things. But here they go, hitting the edge of the island to the sprawling ocean below.]
What I'm really good at is catching stuff though. Like, getting arrows out of midair and stuff. It's cool as hell.
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That's 'scary as hell'-that kind of thing can hurt you.
[And she would follow up with instructions on how to hide behind trees or rocks, if she hadn't already gone through this with all those other fools. There's no point. Brave people gonna brave and Ren can count on one hand the amount of times someone's taken her up on her hidey hole offers.]
You can catch bacon and baseballs and leaves. Those are safe things.
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Leaves? Nah, I'm a trained pro, kid. Like, I'm not saying you do it, but I've studied with like, people who invented this sort of thing.
[In fact, they were coming out here to hit stuff into the ocean, but now she has a better idea.]
Wait, wait, I'll show you. I'll go over there and you'll chuck stuff at me, it'll be great.
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No, really, what just happened? Because her hits in the forest had been accidental, not intentional. Intentional means she's fighting and she can't do that? She accidentally broke a man's nose once throwing weird baseballs. What if she misses?? And Beau gets smacked?? Leaves won't hurt, but anything else is gonna bring the pain.
Once her brain catches up with her body, she shakes her head no hell no absolutely no freaking way.]
You might get hurt doing that kind of thing. I don't have bandaids.
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No, no, it's fine. Seriously, I get hurt all the time, then I get up. It's fine. Here, watch this.
[She looks around on the ground and finds a rock, positioning herself out towards the ocean, and with a spin-twist she just fucking yeets that shit like a shotput out into the water. And it goes, arcing in a fantastic swing far out into the water. Beau stumbles a bit to regain her footing after the spin-toss, grinning as she points out towards it to look back at Ren.]
See? Super strong. I can handle anything you can dish out, for sure.
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Because Beau's going to be on her team the next time she needs to put one together and the first person she sets out to find when the snow begins to fall. She'd be an unstoppable force and Ren needs that to win against the islanders.
And she's starting to realize that this is something, maybe, Beau really wants to do? Like this is fun for her? And if it's something she likes, then-]
I don't want to break your nose, so I'll throw something soft.
[Which is why she bends down to dig into the ground, packing a beautiful clump of dirt between her grubby fingers.
Get fuckin ready.]
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Uhhh, okay, but make sure it's packed or it won't even get to me.
[But she does look serious about what's about to go down, and she braces back, bringing up a patient defense stance as she gets ready for whatever comes.
She's gonna rock this thing. She's very, very confident.]