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Who: Anyone, everyone, whoever.
What: B a s e b a l l
When: Early March
Where: Enso
Warnings: will add as needed

[It's BASEBALL time and Ren has invited every unfortunate soul who crosses her path to play this game. Well, it's less of an invite and more of a competitive threat. Jyushimatsu and her did defeat the mighty sheep in a game of baseball wits. That's worth something.

There's a single bat, glove and ball to play with and she'll quickly try to sort people into teams, no matter how many are around or wander by. There's no escape. Anyone who walks into this area will be dragged into the game. The equipment will be there all day for people to use, though she's going to be watching it carefully, since this is something she would definitely steal, if it weren't already in her possession, so she doesn't want anyone thinking the same.

There are also randomly cooked eggs because she's not a heathen!!! She tried to make food okay. It's eggs. Only eggs. She's calling them pizza rolls, but they're definitely oddly shaped scrambled eggs. And some soup, but who knows what's in there. Probably some grass. Whatever. She tried!! She brought snacks, like the good aunt she is.

Feel free to treat this is as an open mingle log or do whatever. Ren will explain the rules as she knows them which is:

'You have to win!'

'Someone throws the ball and you have to hit it and run.'

'If someone catches it, you're 'out' and if you hit really far, that's a homerun and you get 50 points.'

'You can't break someone's nose. That won't give you points.'

'If you find a cool treasure, you get ten points. And if you see a bee and say hello, you get ten points and if you sing a song when someone gets a homerun, you get ten points and-'

Honestly she might say any number of odd ass things that will get people extra points. None of it's true, but she's hellbent on her ways. Feel free to assume whatever. And do whatever!! ]

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[ If he had his Yakyuuman costume here, he would have worn it exactly now and inflicted a load of pain on people for the sake of baseball! But it's not happening. Everyone's Safe until further notice.

Jyushimatsu's in his definite environment. Sure, there's only one whole gear everyone will have to share, and this might not be a real game by any means, but he's so happy that he and Ren found such a common ground to bond over and eventually organize an event with! With light and happiness in his heart, he proceeds to lay waste on all competition. ]

i; pre-game warm-ups (closed to ICHIMATSU)

[ Of course he has to work his muscles before the game! Therefore he shows up earlier as a bird, having dragged Ichimatsu along.

And next, he'll have the bat with him, a rope, and a menacing expression on his face as he approaches his older brother. ]

Nii-saaaaaan...

[ It's been a long time, hasn't it? ]

ii; training hard (OTA)

[ Shortly after the prompt above, Jyushimatsu can be seen working hard on his swings.

With a very much passed out Ichimatsu tied against it.

Interpret the situation as you will, and either watch this mess of a scene or react somehow. Your pick. ]

iii; GAME START!!! (OTA)

[ And now, it's time to play!

Or that's how it's supposed to be, since all Jyushimatsu wants to do is be the batter. And his homeruns can be quite... really far, requiring a search team to find the ball again. Chances are it even lands on the other islands with various degrees of dangers. Are you up for the challenge? ]

iv; vacuum eating (OTA)

[ Whenever his stomach feels empty, Jyushimatsu will swooce his way into the food area to get his sleeves on this or that food Ren cooked up.

Sometimes he'll shout "DELICIOUUUUSSS" from the top of his lungs... while he's still eating, bits of food scattering everywhere. Care to teach him some manners? Or just... join in the fun, I guess, that's what he'd like most. ]

v; post-game fallout (OTA)

[ It's all over. The sun is setting behind the ocean and Jyushimatsu is all kinds of beat.

Unwilling to move, he's sprawled on the grass, looking up to the darkening sky above.

Today was so much fun! He wants to do this again and again if he could! ]

Today was so much fun! I wanna do this again and again if I could!

[ ... Indeed. ]

vi; wildcard

[ Literally anything else can go here! ]

[Despite Ichimatsu having spent a total of a few years adapting to a life of roughing it, it's safe to say that the archipelago never turned him into an early riser. He's become worse, actually. Having no brothers or parents or breakfast to wake you up is not conducive to an especially diurnal lifestyle. It's also safe to say that, thankfully, he's still got enough experience with his younger brother dragging him out at any godforsaken hour to accept the early day today... well enough.]

[His protests this time are grumbling but cursory, as he follows Jyushimatsu out to whatever spot has tickled his fancy this time. Ichimatsu sure as hell has no idea. He doesn't even take notice of the baseball and rope, sleepily rubbing at his eyes and dragging his feet the whole time.]

[... though it's also also safe to say that part of the reason he's even been able to survive here is because of his felid instinct for danger. Which happens to be ringing in his ears right now, and that's strange, since there's nobody else around except Jyushimatsu. The elder twin turns to his brother and raises an eyebrow, still not... really grasping his situation.]

... what?

[ Getting an ominous aura around him is totally unnecessary because it's Ichimatsu he's talking to, but it's just funny to do that? For no reason?

It's not like his big brother wants to escape. They've been doing this shit for ages. When they weren't here, though. He's also feeling hyper excited because he's seeing actual baseball gear after months spent with only a hatchet and random rocks he swung into the atmosphere. No one's gonna ruin this for him! ]

Ren-chan organized a baseball game and it's about to happen today! So we need training!

[ And then he shoves the bat and rope towards Ichimatsu. ]

We! Are! Training! To Win!

[Comprehension dawns on Ichimatsu's face as soon as the bat and rope get shoved towards him. This is the part where dread and panic would fill a normal person, along with maybe some kind of self-preservation instinct to run away, but Ichimatsu has none of that. Instead, a very average apprehension grows at the edges of his expression instead.]

[And only because of one thing.]

This again... ? It's not like I mind, but...

... they won't let us do this during the game, right?

No, I don't think so? I mean, there's only one bat! I'll have to let other people use it!

[ Though he immediately found a kin feeling with the bat, fact still stands that it's Ren's property.

But thankfully Jyushimatsu's expression switches from ominous leer to his usual dumb wide smile. He knows Ichimatsu won't escape this. ]

We're gonna do some training so I can win the baseball match! You're important for this, nii-san, you know that!

Hmm... is that so? That's a lot of pressure for someone like me... [Ichimatsu jerks a lazy thumb towards his chest, smiling. He's playing along.] But alright. You can rely on me just this once.

[It's true, he's never turned down this tradition before. It's nostalgic at this point. And since it's not like he's going to be swung around by a bunch of random people, just his brother, he sees no problem with it at all. Come to think of it, nobody except his comically strong twin would even be able to do something like that. Sometimes he just forgets what a freakshow his family is.]

[He fans his arms out wide expectantly and puts on his Ichimatsu-sama voice. For no good reason.]

Now... show me the results of your training!

[ He likes it when Ichimatsu quickly understands where he's getting at. Truly a pair of dangerous idiots have been unleashed in this island.

Yeah, he missed this feeling. Ichimatsu probably missed it more, because it's been a longer time for him without being with his favourite brother. Suddenly Jyushimatsu feels the urge to start even quicker, as though the world around them will fall down anytime if he doesn't hurry up.

There's already rope looping around Ichimatsu's waist. That dominating personality of his aside, Jyushimatsu is happy to have his enthusiasm mirrored somehow. It makes his own excitement boost dramatically high, which translates into energy he really needs to unfurl on something. He'd rather not waste any further time. ]

Let's start then! Hustle muscle!

[ Before long, his older brother is up in the air, tied to the bat, and about to experience the usual ride from having his entire bone structure challenged by Jyushimatsu's wild swings. ]

[Is that Murasaki?????

Look, she has some questions. A lot of questions. So many that she can't even decide on which one to ask first. It's rare that she's at a loss for words and somehow he's managed to make it happen.]

Is he okay?

[ Turning to Ren as soon as he hears her voice, Jyushimatsu gives her this... dumb smile that emanates confusion, before it settles on something more akin to amusement. ]

Murasaki-niisan? Oh, he-...

[ He stops swinging and looks up. Ichimatsu's eyes have rolled back and only his whites are shows. Aww. Either way, he gives her a thumb up. ]

He's sleeping! But don't worry, he'll wake up when I'm done training!

[Well, they're family, so it's not like Murasaki's brother would be this complacent with him strapped to a piece of wood if he wasn't really taking a nap. Maybe this is why he always looked so tired?? Maybe he's the kind of cat that likes to be secure?? Maybe this is just how he sleeps??

She reaches up to pat his unconscious hand-there there, before dragging her attention back to Jyushi.]

Okay. If he likes sleeping that way, we'll be quiet while we play.

[And now-]

Do you want to run around the squares with me?

[It's not soccer, but it's a game that requires speed, dexterity, and a ball. That's close enough to the Drifter's interests for them to officially be ready to throw their lot in with this game. They wait patiently for the rules, take them all into account...and hey, look, "no chain-dashing" wasn't in the rules, so it's not cheating if they decide to sprint forward faster than anything to win.]

[Are there teams? Who knows. Are there even bases? Who knows! The Drifter is happy to hit the ball with devastating accuracy as far as possible - which isn't extremely far, given that they don't have a great deal of muscle definition, but they're an incredibly fast runner ot make up for it.]

[If you plan on getting them out, you'll have to move quick. They can and will go incredibly fast to win.]

[If it's their job to get you out, again, you better take care. The Drifter can sprint better than they can throw. They will straight up barrel straight for you, baseball in hand, for the sake of the game.]

[For anything that requires speed, dexterity, and Ren asking her to, Beau is absolutely there. She also doesn't have the raw strength, but gets competitive hard and is great at hitting things with deft precision, so they make quite the pair. Or rather, Drifter's bending of the rules won't have her calling a red flag when she can do it again but harder. This is what leaves her across from Drifter, ball in hand, waiting to pitch... without knowing really what the idea is, other than "throw ball, they hit ball, you try to get them to the ground".

Hopefully she remembers Drifter has like, 4 HP. Hopefully.]

You got a grip on that?? I'm not letting up!

[The Drifter flashes her a thumbs-up briefly before adjusting their grip on the bat. Besides, they've faith that she won't purposefully injure them. They certainly injured themself enough while going up against a child with an incredible grasp on the logistics of soccer.]

[Injuries in the name of victory is all part of the game.]

[Hit them with your best shot.]

[Not intentionally, at least. Beau has gotten a lot better at that, even if she hasn't exactly tested if she can body tackle them without murder. It's fine. They got a dragon together, what does she have to worry about?

She's quiet for a few moments, stark still, until she chucks it right at them with a--]

Pop pop!

[It's not a punch but like, who cares.]

[Crack.]

[The ball doesn't go very far, but their swing does connect. It sails in a shallow arc, barely makes it to the "outfield," shall we say, but the instant it goes flying the Drifter is sprinting like they've got wild plant beasts at their heels, nyooming resolutely across whatever ephemera people are currently using to substitute a baseball diamond.]

[Catch them if you can.]

[Beau's kind of lost track on what the rules are supposed to be at this stage; she's pretty sure they just have to hit the ball, and then you have to catch them. She doesn't really know you're supposed to get the ball first, but that doesn't especially matter. As soon as they take off so does she, not even trying to go after them but moving sideways to cut them off at the pass. Instead of running for first or even second 'base' (or whatever passes for them), she makes a leap somewhere between 2nd and 3rd, just where she's pretty sure they'll connect if they're going too fast to stop.]

[They see Beau moving to intercept, but while changing direction is a simple matter, stopping outright without slamming into something is not. So the Drifter settles instead for doubling back, because hey, this is Anarchy Baseball - there are no rules. They go zipping and zigzagging back along the way they came, trying to capitalize on the unpredictability of the strategy to fake her out.]

[Really, why was he even shocked to find out that Ren literally had no clue how to actually play a simple game of baseball? He really should expect her to just be dumb as a bag of bricks, but at least she’s cute. He’ll let her have her fun, and not rain on her parade with all the strategy and logistics that really goes into this game. Plus the rules he knows she’ll never be able to follow, considering she probably doesn't know even the most basic of math. Her attention span really isn’t that great, and he expects little of the, uh...rest of the so-called “players” here.

Still, it gives Guzma an excuse to put his hands around a bat (which he will not give back, by the end of this game), and hit something with absolutely no mercy. The one thing he’s really, really good at - throwing balls and hitting things. He’ll play pitcher probably more often than not, and considering he’s a Pokemon trainer, and muscular despite all those baggy clothes, Guzma's throwing arm is crazy good, not to mention his aim. Plus? He won’t go easy on anyone, regardless of who they are. He throws hard, he throws fast, and he hits just the same. Thankfully, he’s not aiming to actually do damage to anyone (but maybe two people), so you have nothing to fear. Mostly. He is extremely competitive once fired up.

Though the catcher might have to be replaced or switched out often, unless they can handle how hard he pitches. Their poor wrist is going to be sore the morning after, if they're not careful.]

[By like, "two people", you don't mean... ah, never mind.]

[Blatantly colored purple hoodies are obviously correct baseball attire, and that's exactly what the figure slowly wobbling across the backfield is wearing - but that's not all. The unsteady gait is punctuated by a sort of hunchbacked lump rising over Ichimatsu's head, making him lean forward and shuffle as he walks; he might be too far away to actually see why he's moving like that, but he's clearly carrying something on his back.]

[And he's not going anywhere fast.]

[Oh, he certainly does.

The kneejerk reaction from seeing this one again, in particular, was smothered only by the presence of Ren, but considering she's rather...preoccupied (god bless her microscopic attention span), Guzma feels like he can get away with a little tomfoolery. Or, uh...friendly fire. And by the heavens above, this has been seething inside him for perhaps an hour now - the sheer, intense need to lay down the law and get in one good strike. No pun intended.

So, tossing the baseball up and down in his hand, her grips it tight, winds up, and flings it with all his might right at Ichimatsu. Considering his expertise at aiming and throwing tiny spheres of this size and weight, and the sheer muscle this behemoth has (and the 16 rolled to hit), the baseball strikes hard and true upon its intended mark. The satisfying thwunk of contact like a soothing song lilting so melodiously upon the wind.

Ah...music~]

[Were it any other situation, Ichimatsu's felid instincts would have perhaps been good for a roll himself, and a chance to dodge his unfortunate fate with at least a speck of his pride intact...]

[But fuck him.]

[The thunk of the ball cracking against his skull is certainly melodic, something akin to a heavyweight champion punching a steel drum as hard as humanly possible, and Ichimatsu hits the ground like a sack of potatoes with no complaints. The thing on his back doesn't fall off, but rather falls with him - turns out it's actually tied to him with a rope, binding his arms at his sides, and from the angle he falls on (his face lmao) it might even be visible to Guzma's eyes.]

[It's a bat.]

[Ⓗⓞⓜⓔⓡⓤⓝ.]

[The delicate crack, followed by the graceful thud of a body hitting the dirt makes Guzma's heart swell. An enormous smile spreads on his face as he saunters over to get a good, long look at the body... If only he had a working camera right now - this sort of snapshot would be worth millions in the album of his heart, but he'll keep the memory under lock and key. One of the few good ones involving this fuckbucket.

He retrieves the ball, snickering softly to himself, then looks at the, uh...whatever the fuck sorta thing that's going on there. A brow raises slowly, and Guzma is half tempted to take that bat for...nefarious purposes, but he's not about to reach down and grab it. No amount of hard bleach could rub off the stink of this guy's entire being. So he'll leave it.

But he is quietly hitting that kinkshame buzzer.]

[He's absolutely heard Ren drop the word baseball before, but god help him he thought it was just fake. Some kind of game she made up would track with a majority of the things that come out of her mouth, so when she tells him they're going to play, he expects to understand exactly none of it. Ultimately it's actually worse, because he thinks he gets it enough to argue about the rules while still being very, very wrong.

Just another day of uncle duty. At least she'll sleep well tonight.

Kravitz is currently examining the bat, trying to put these rules together in his head.]

So once I hit it, I run, and then you... catch me? What does the ball have to do with any of that then?

The ball is very important. I can catch you with that too-if I hit you with it, you lose.

[Baseball themed violence and fighting is apparently okay with her. She clutches the ball tight in her hand, like she's about to pitch it to him. Slow your roll, Ren. He's like one foot away from you.]

If you hit the ball really far with that thing, I have to chase it.

I'm sorry, there-- you throw the balls at people?

[This is apparently surprising to him, enough that he's A Little Concerned About This.]

So, it-- okay. I hit it, and run, and then you have to get the ball and... throw it at me. To hit me with it. Doesn't that seem a bit dangerous?

It's not dangerous because it's baseball.

[That logic work for ya Kravitz??? Probably not. Because none of it makes any amount of sense, but here they are.]

We can practice together. I'll throw a ball at you.

[So when you're from a high fantasy world, concepts like sports don't really exist. There are games kids might play that involve throwing round objects at each other, but this sort of thing? Beau has no frame of reference. However, like most things Beau does, she dives into it headfirst. She probably remembers the rules just well enough to call someone out for blatant cheating and not well enough to be called on cheating herself. It's exactly the kind of mess she typically generates, basically.

At the start, she's taking test swings with the bat over by the side, experimentally seeing how much energy she needs to put into the arm movement. As the game progresses, she can be caught burning ki points on running and... well, tackling people to get them out. Sorry if that's you, buddy. Finally, she can be found taking a quick break off to the side, which mostly involves dousing herself in water before going back out dripping wet. No one said she was anywhere near put together, and she's not gonna start now. Feel free to find her anywhere, and play ball!!]

[It’s as Beau is swinging about the bat, practicing her swing, that Guzma actually strides up to her. He’s without his hoodie this time around – just the pale, sleeveless undershirt – and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Man, he should have picked up some water...this is a workout. Especially in the island heat. Either way, she needs practice on her swing, and he’s like to practice his throw. W-Well, not so much practice, but maybe put a little spin on it. Guzma can throw like a throw – he tosses balls at monsters for a darn living back home – but he never actually did something like this. He can actually put some power behind a throw this time around.]

Yo, y’all need a pitcher, yeah? Better to hit something solid instead’a just air. [He tosses a sturdy baseball up and down in his hand once. Hm...roughly the same size as a Pokeball, maybe a bit bigger, but definitely has a lot more weight to it. He grips it, tosses it again into his palm, and hums thoughtfully.] Could use work on my arms, too.

[To be totally fair, Beau has never exactly done something like this. Her experience is in throwing punches, not balls, and her swings are less for hitting projectiles and more for beating in someone's brains. She was trying to quietly get the hang of it before anything else, but he's right- she needs something to hit, and if he's offering...]

Probably could.

[Beau that's not nice. She still sizes him up for just a moment, and then nods approvingly.]

But yeah. Could hit something. Where am I supposed to be aiming this anyway? Like, hit the thing, but where?

[His brow raises. Excuse you. Do you see these guns? Guzma is not scrawny by any means, and the top half of him certainly shows that. He merely hides much of it with his baggy clothes, but he's wide-shouldered and muscular. Athletic, certainly, and now he's going to prove it, because Beau just issued a challenge like a fucking asshole.

But wait. A target? Hm...HMM. Well, the correct answer would be past the outfield, but like hell that was explained to her by Ren - the kid barely knows the rules of her own game - but...you know what? He's going to be as petty as he possibly can. Breathing in slowly with his eyes closed, Guzma shakes his head and nods to the two Matsu twins.]

See those punks out there? The one without the stupid-ass smile...

Aim for his face.

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the drifter | ota

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Guzma | OTA

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