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Ladies and gents we are 5 months old today! And to celebrate we have a brand new Newcomer event for you all which could go spectacularly and could also be a complete and utter shambles - which is, after all, the purpose of Total WipeOut so let's just see how it goes shall we? ^_^
For those of you who haven't seen the show, I encourage you to please watch this video from 1:35 to 5:26 ((feel free to watch the whole episode - it's unnecessary but hilarious - we're only interested in the Qualifier round.))
Event Posting Order
This is how the event is going to work...
Our first Newcomer will post a starter post describing their character at the top of the starting podium. Before sliding/running down the ramp to the first challenge they will writing physically "grabbing" one of the characters currently on the site who has been with us longer than a month (aka, any character NOT listed in the Newcomer Participants list). The rest of their first post will detail them in the first challenge of the Qualifier (Dodgeball) and will then include a "problem" or sorts. This might be their character getting stuck, falling in the water, or just generally having a difficult time OR it will be an issue that their character witnesses their partner (the more experienced character) having a problem with. This first post ends when the problem has been identified.
The next poster is the partner they've dragged into their run of the Qualifier. This post must solve the issue and get both players to the end of that particular challenge. If the problem is with the Newcomers, then the Experience character has to dive in and help them. If the problem identified in the first post was with the Experienced player than they either have to get themselves out of it or write their Newcomer friend helping them out. Either way, the two of competitors must reach the end of the challenge by the end of the second post.
Each challenge must be completed in this way - Newcomer posts firsts, establishes a problem, Experienced posts after concluding the problem and getting them to the end of the challenge.
This thread is going to get messy and chaotic because it's going to be played like singing a nursery rhyme in a round. As soon as the first pair have written their first two posts and gotten over the first challenge, the next Newcomer can start and drag in their new buddy. Even while the first pair are completing the second challenge. Imagine each pair on the course at the same time, starting each time the last pair finished the first challenge. This means that there will be chaotic opportunity for different characters to help each other out or cause problems for one another (so long as they keep the basic Start-Issue-Resolution-Completion structure to their posts). Basically, it's all going to go mad!
The Rounds
Start Slope & Dodgeball
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Sucker Punch Wall
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Big Red Balls
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The Giant Strawberry The Wrecking Ball
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Participants List
Below is a list of all the characters who have been accepted in the last month. This has been chosen in a random order and is the posting order to follow. Remember to grab your buddy at the start!! All Experienced character's can only be "grabbed" once. No duplicates guys so pick your man/woman with care! Or simply because you wanna see them fall in the mud. Either or. ^_^
- Cyrene of Nikolaos - Maximus of Laconia - @dysmas - Agathe of Marikas - @constantinos - Thea of Thanasi - @galatea - Imma of Leventi - Roxana of Eubocris - @esdras - @symon - @maeva - Magnus of Chaossis - @solon - Circenia of Stravos
Please Remember!
This game is about having fun and welcoming our newest characters to the fray! It's about new members getting to become engaged with old and for our newcomers to feel welcomed into the world of Aeipathy and its community. No, to our existing, experienced members, you don't have a choice in participating when someone "grabs" your character. Yes, you do have to prioritise this thread so that our newcomers feel special and yes, if your posts are over 300 words they *will* count towards your NaNoWriMo totals.
This event is not about character accuracy, it's not about perfect writing. It's about kicking back and having a laugh! So, have fun y'all!! [attr="class","ic_maintag"]
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[attr="class","ic_ooc"]Let the madness commence!
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Please contact us with your queries and questions.
Ladies and gents we are 5 months old today! And to celebrate we have a brand new Newcomer event for you all which could go spectacularly and could also be a complete and utter shambles - which is, after all, the purpose of Total WipeOut so let's just see how it goes shall we? ^_^
For those of you who haven't seen the show, I encourage you to please watch this video from 1:35 to 5:26 ((feel free to watch the whole episode - it's unnecessary but hilarious - we're only interested in the Qualifier round.))
Event Posting Order
This is how the event is going to work...
Our first Newcomer will post a starter post describing their character at the top of the starting podium. Before sliding/running down the ramp to the first challenge they will writing physically "grabbing" one of the characters currently on the site who has been with us longer than a month (aka, any character NOT listed in the Newcomer Participants list). The rest of their first post will detail them in the first challenge of the Qualifier (Dodgeball) and will then include a "problem" or sorts. This might be their character getting stuck, falling in the water, or just generally having a difficult time OR it will be an issue that their character witnesses their partner (the more experienced character) having a problem with. This first post ends when the problem has been identified.
The next poster is the partner they've dragged into their run of the Qualifier. This post must solve the issue and get both players to the end of that particular challenge. If the problem is with the Newcomers, then the Experience character has to dive in and help them. If the problem identified in the first post was with the Experienced player than they either have to get themselves out of it or write their Newcomer friend helping them out. Either way, the two of competitors must reach the end of the challenge by the end of the second post.
Each challenge must be completed in this way - Newcomer posts firsts, establishes a problem, Experienced posts after concluding the problem and getting them to the end of the challenge.
This thread is going to get messy and chaotic because it's going to be played like singing a nursery rhyme in a round. As soon as the first pair have written their first two posts and gotten over the first challenge, the next Newcomer can start and drag in their new buddy. Even while the first pair are completing the second challenge. Imagine each pair on the course at the same time, starting each time the last pair finished the first challenge. This means that there will be chaotic opportunity for different characters to help each other out or cause problems for one another (so long as they keep the basic Start-Issue-Resolution-Completion structure to their posts). Basically, it's all going to go mad!
The Rounds
Start Slope & Dodgeball
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Sucker Punch Wall
[attr="class","ic_eventgif"]
Big Red Balls
[attr="class","ic_eventgif"]
The Giant Strawberry The Wrecking Ball
[attr="class","ic_eventgif"]
Participants List
Below is a list of all the characters who have been accepted in the last month. This has been chosen in a random order and is the posting order to follow. Remember to grab your buddy at the start!! All Experienced character's can only be "grabbed" once. No duplicates guys so pick your man/woman with care! Or simply because you wanna see them fall in the mud. Either or. ^_^
- Cyrene of Nikolaos - Maximus of Laconia - @dysmas - Agathe of Marikas - @constantinos - Thea of Thanasi - @galatea - Imma of Leventi - Roxana of Eubocris - @esdras - @symon - @maeva - Magnus of Chaossis - @solon - Circenia of Stravos
Please Remember!
This game is about having fun and welcoming our newest characters to the fray! It's about new members getting to become engaged with old and for our newcomers to feel welcomed into the world of Aeipathy and its community. No, to our existing, experienced members, you don't have a choice in participating when someone "grabs" your character. Yes, you do have to prioritise this thread so that our newcomers feel special and yes, if your posts are over 300 words they *will* count towards your NaNoWriMo totals.
This event is not about character accuracy, it's not about perfect writing. It's about kicking back and having a laugh! So, have fun y'all!! [attr="class","ic_maintag"]
[attr="class","ic_threadtype"]Private
[attr="class","ic_othertags"]
[attr="class","ic_ooc"]Let the madness commence!
- Event: Total WipeOut Newcomer Event! -
Ladies and gents we are 5 months old today! And to celebrate we have a brand new Newcomer event for you all which could go spectacularly and could also be a complete and utter shambles - which is, after all, the purpose of Total WipeOut so let's just see how it goes shall we? ^_^
For those of you who haven't seen the show, I encourage you to please watch this video from 1:35 to 5:26 ((feel free to watch the whole episode - it's unnecessary but hilarious - we're only interested in the Qualifier round.))
Event Posting Order
This is how the event is going to work...
Our first Newcomer will post a starter post describing their character at the top of the starting podium. Before sliding/running down the ramp to the first challenge they will writing physically "grabbing" one of the characters currently on the site who has been with us longer than a month (aka, any character NOT listed in the Newcomer Participants list). The rest of their first post will detail them in the first challenge of the Qualifier (Dodgeball) and will then include a "problem" or sorts. This might be their character getting stuck, falling in the water, or just generally having a difficult time OR it will be an issue that their character witnesses their partner (the more experienced character) having a problem with. This first post ends when the problem has been identified.
The next poster is the partner they've dragged into their run of the Qualifier. This post must solve the issue and get both players to the end of that particular challenge. If the problem is with the Newcomers, then the Experience character has to dive in and help them. If the problem identified in the first post was with the Experienced player than they either have to get themselves out of it or write their Newcomer friend helping them out. Either way, the two of competitors must reach the end of the challenge by the end of the second post.
Each challenge must be completed in this way - Newcomer posts firsts, establishes a problem, Experienced posts after concluding the problem and getting them to the end of the challenge.
This thread is going to get messy and chaotic because it's going to be played like singing a nursery rhyme in a round. As soon as the first pair have written their first two posts and gotten over the first challenge, the next Newcomer can start and drag in their new buddy. Even while the first pair are completing the second challenge. Imagine each pair on the course at the same time, starting each time the last pair finished the first challenge. This means that there will be chaotic opportunity for different characters to help each other out or cause problems for one another (so long as they keep the basic Start-Issue-Resolution-Completion structure to their posts). Basically, it's all going to go mad!
The Rounds
Start Slope & Dodgeball
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Sucker Punch Wall
[attr="class","ic_eventgif"]
Big Red Balls
[attr="class","ic_eventgif"]
The Giant Strawberry The Wrecking Ball
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Participants List
Below is a list of all the characters who have been accepted in the last month. This has been chosen in a random order and is the posting order to follow. Remember to grab your buddy at the start!! All Experienced character's can only be "grabbed" once. No duplicates guys so pick your man/woman with care! Or simply because you wanna see them fall in the mud. Either or. ^_^
- Cyrene of Nikolaos - Maximus of Laconia - @dysmas - Agathe of Marikas - @constantinos - Thea of Thanasi - @galatea - Imma of Leventi - Roxana of Eubocris - @esdras - @symon - @maeva - Magnus of Chaossis - @solon - Circenia of Stravos
Please Remember!
This game is about having fun and welcoming our newest characters to the fray! It's about new members getting to become engaged with old and for our newcomers to feel welcomed into the world of Aeipathy and its community. No, to our existing, experienced members, you don't have a choice in participating when someone "grabs" your character. Yes, you do have to prioritise this thread so that our newcomers feel special and yes, if your posts are over 300 words they *will* count towards your NaNoWriMo totals.
This event is not about character accuracy, it's not about perfect writing. It's about kicking back and having a laugh! So, have fun y'all!! [attr="class","ic_maintag"]
[attr="class","ic_threadtype"]Private
[attr="class","ic_othertags"]
[attr="class","ic_ooc"]Let the madness commence!
Cyrene stood at the top of the starting podium, hands clasped in front of her and smiling as forcefully as she could while staring into the crowd of onlookers. Dressed in a fitted pink t-shirt and black mesh shorts, she would have looked like she was on her way to the gym, save for the blaringly red life vest strapped to her body. She’d swept her hair up into a tight, high ponytail in an attempt to both keep it out of her face and appear confident. At the moment, she simply looked nervous.
It was time to choose her partner. She eyed the course and then the line up of able bodied people. Several of them would do well for partners and her first instinct was to pull someone large and strong. Except this was an obstacle course - she needed quick and lithe. And since she doubted her own ability to do that, she took the long, slender arm of Persephone and dragged her to the slide with her.
“You’re graceful, right?” she checked under her breath before waving at the crowd and forcing the timid smile again. Exhaling a breath, she counted “one, two, three-” and dove down the slide. It had been a bit of an accident to go head first. Her body barely touched the long blue slide before she crashed into the water below, bumping her head against the flotilla of puffy rubber squares.
“I hate balls,” she muttered as she hauled herself out of the water. There wasn’t time to look where she was going before blurs of red spheres hurtled toward her. One pelted her thigh and another her butt. She ducked her head as one flew past with alarming speed. She knew she should stand up but she found herself crawling on her hands and knees, cursing herself as she did so. This was about how fast they could get through! Not how safe they could be!
She inched her way toward the middle where she would have to crawl up and over matts piled atop each other. Just as she gathered the courage to stand, a ball slammed into her head, knocking her into the water. Where exactly Persephone was on the course, she didn’t know and only hoped her partner was doing better at this than she was.
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Cyrene stood at the top of the starting podium, hands clasped in front of her and smiling as forcefully as she could while staring into the crowd of onlookers. Dressed in a fitted pink t-shirt and black mesh shorts, she would have looked like she was on her way to the gym, save for the blaringly red life vest strapped to her body. She’d swept her hair up into a tight, high ponytail in an attempt to both keep it out of her face and appear confident. At the moment, she simply looked nervous.
It was time to choose her partner. She eyed the course and then the line up of able bodied people. Several of them would do well for partners and her first instinct was to pull someone large and strong. Except this was an obstacle course - she needed quick and lithe. And since she doubted her own ability to do that, she took the long, slender arm of Persephone and dragged her to the slide with her.
“You’re graceful, right?” she checked under her breath before waving at the crowd and forcing the timid smile again. Exhaling a breath, she counted “one, two, three-” and dove down the slide. It had been a bit of an accident to go head first. Her body barely touched the long blue slide before she crashed into the water below, bumping her head against the flotilla of puffy rubber squares.
“I hate balls,” she muttered as she hauled herself out of the water. There wasn’t time to look where she was going before blurs of red spheres hurtled toward her. One pelted her thigh and another her butt. She ducked her head as one flew past with alarming speed. She knew she should stand up but she found herself crawling on her hands and knees, cursing herself as she did so. This was about how fast they could get through! Not how safe they could be!
She inched her way toward the middle where she would have to crawl up and over matts piled atop each other. Just as she gathered the courage to stand, a ball slammed into her head, knocking her into the water. Where exactly Persephone was on the course, she didn’t know and only hoped her partner was doing better at this than she was.
Cyrene stood at the top of the starting podium, hands clasped in front of her and smiling as forcefully as she could while staring into the crowd of onlookers. Dressed in a fitted pink t-shirt and black mesh shorts, she would have looked like she was on her way to the gym, save for the blaringly red life vest strapped to her body. She’d swept her hair up into a tight, high ponytail in an attempt to both keep it out of her face and appear confident. At the moment, she simply looked nervous.
It was time to choose her partner. She eyed the course and then the line up of able bodied people. Several of them would do well for partners and her first instinct was to pull someone large and strong. Except this was an obstacle course - she needed quick and lithe. And since she doubted her own ability to do that, she took the long, slender arm of Persephone and dragged her to the slide with her.
“You’re graceful, right?” she checked under her breath before waving at the crowd and forcing the timid smile again. Exhaling a breath, she counted “one, two, three-” and dove down the slide. It had been a bit of an accident to go head first. Her body barely touched the long blue slide before she crashed into the water below, bumping her head against the flotilla of puffy rubber squares.
“I hate balls,” she muttered as she hauled herself out of the water. There wasn’t time to look where she was going before blurs of red spheres hurtled toward her. One pelted her thigh and another her butt. She ducked her head as one flew past with alarming speed. She knew she should stand up but she found herself crawling on her hands and knees, cursing herself as she did so. This was about how fast they could get through! Not how safe they could be!
She inched her way toward the middle where she would have to crawl up and over matts piled atop each other. Just as she gathered the courage to stand, a ball slammed into her head, knocking her into the water. Where exactly Persephone was on the course, she didn’t know and only hoped her partner was doing better at this than she was.
This was... possibly the most ludicrous thing she had ever done. Not entirely sure why she was even an available participant in the brightly coloured game before her, Persephone stood nervously to one side. Like so many of the people around her, she was clad in what might have been considered lewd or work out clothing - a black vest top that fitted to her slim upper body and moulded to her admittedly small breasts and black leggings that went all the way down to her ankles. The blazing red life preserved was bulky and uncomfortable. Her hair had been braided into a french braid twist down the back of her head and for that she was profoundly grateful. This did not look like an exercise or activity that she wanted her hair flapping about for...
When she was the first one selected and pulled up onto the starting podium, Persephone felt her eyes widen and her mouth gape open in an unladylike fashion as she hadn't the time to respond to the Lady Cyrene. The woman had barely asked the question to establish her grace before the starting horn sounded and Cyrene dove forward.
Still holding Persephone's hand.
With her arm nearly wrenched from its socket, Persephone was dragged down the slope, head first and on her back, watching her feet as they waved merrily above her and then getting a face full of chlorinated water when they hit the surface of the pool.
Sputtering, gasping and blinking water from her eyes, Persephone had never been so shocked or out of sorts. It took her a moment to register what exactly had happened in the last two seconds and it was in that time that Lady Cyrene had pulled herself up onto the floating platforms. Reaching out and about to pull herself up also, Persephone stopped momentarily when she noticed a team of men launching balls at the young woman!
Horrified and nervous to approach herself, but angry enough to haul herself up onto the flotilla, Persephone took a breath and then stood up straight.
Having opted for bare feet over the little black rubber sock things they had tried to offer her, Persephone gripped the floating platform with her toes and held her arms out for balance.
Ignoring the men entirely, she took two steps forward, her grace and balance keeping her upright.
Smiling as she noticed the men to the side restocking for her approach, Persephone had an idea.
Tucking her arms in and trusting in her God given grace, she leapt forwards and sprinted the entire length of the floating podiums. Her pace was light and effective and she didn't misplace a single foot. The balls thrown her way were launched but all too late and went sailing past behind her.
Upon approaching the raised platform that Cyrene had struggled with, Persephone had the speed behind her to jump forwards, latch her upper body onto the flotilla and haul herself up the rest of the way.
It was there that she gripped her feet over the back edge of the shape and reached down over the front to hold out her hand to her partner, her rear end high in the air in an undignified manner that she wasn't too pleased with. But she was determined not to fall in the water again. It had stung her nose.
"Come on, my Lady." She told the girl as the gripped forearms and she helped her out of the water. Persephone felt a ball hit the back of her thigh and she turned to glare at the offending thrower.
Encouraging Cyrene to go first, Persephone waited until the girl had hazarded her way across the remainder of the platforms before taking a deep breath and performing the same run across the second stage.
This time, the throwers were anticipating her quick step and more accurate in their strikes. One caught her in the shoulder but not hard enough to phase. The second hit her hard in the hip and disrupted her step.
Luckily, she was far enough along the course that, as she fell, she was able to throw herself forwards and latch into a large red fist that was shot out of the wall ahead. As it pulled back into the wall, it pulled her up straight and she was able to catch her footing again, succeeding in not taking a second swim.
Out of breath and thoroughly wet and bruised, Persephone glared at Cyrene through damp and spiky eyelashes.
"I do not like this game."
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This was... possibly the most ludicrous thing she had ever done. Not entirely sure why she was even an available participant in the brightly coloured game before her, Persephone stood nervously to one side. Like so many of the people around her, she was clad in what might have been considered lewd or work out clothing - a black vest top that fitted to her slim upper body and moulded to her admittedly small breasts and black leggings that went all the way down to her ankles. The blazing red life preserved was bulky and uncomfortable. Her hair had been braided into a french braid twist down the back of her head and for that she was profoundly grateful. This did not look like an exercise or activity that she wanted her hair flapping about for...
When she was the first one selected and pulled up onto the starting podium, Persephone felt her eyes widen and her mouth gape open in an unladylike fashion as she hadn't the time to respond to the Lady Cyrene. The woman had barely asked the question to establish her grace before the starting horn sounded and Cyrene dove forward.
Still holding Persephone's hand.
With her arm nearly wrenched from its socket, Persephone was dragged down the slope, head first and on her back, watching her feet as they waved merrily above her and then getting a face full of chlorinated water when they hit the surface of the pool.
Sputtering, gasping and blinking water from her eyes, Persephone had never been so shocked or out of sorts. It took her a moment to register what exactly had happened in the last two seconds and it was in that time that Lady Cyrene had pulled herself up onto the floating platforms. Reaching out and about to pull herself up also, Persephone stopped momentarily when she noticed a team of men launching balls at the young woman!
Horrified and nervous to approach herself, but angry enough to haul herself up onto the flotilla, Persephone took a breath and then stood up straight.
Having opted for bare feet over the little black rubber sock things they had tried to offer her, Persephone gripped the floating platform with her toes and held her arms out for balance.
Ignoring the men entirely, she took two steps forward, her grace and balance keeping her upright.
Smiling as she noticed the men to the side restocking for her approach, Persephone had an idea.
Tucking her arms in and trusting in her God given grace, she leapt forwards and sprinted the entire length of the floating podiums. Her pace was light and effective and she didn't misplace a single foot. The balls thrown her way were launched but all too late and went sailing past behind her.
Upon approaching the raised platform that Cyrene had struggled with, Persephone had the speed behind her to jump forwards, latch her upper body onto the flotilla and haul herself up the rest of the way.
It was there that she gripped her feet over the back edge of the shape and reached down over the front to hold out her hand to her partner, her rear end high in the air in an undignified manner that she wasn't too pleased with. But she was determined not to fall in the water again. It had stung her nose.
"Come on, my Lady." She told the girl as the gripped forearms and she helped her out of the water. Persephone felt a ball hit the back of her thigh and she turned to glare at the offending thrower.
Encouraging Cyrene to go first, Persephone waited until the girl had hazarded her way across the remainder of the platforms before taking a deep breath and performing the same run across the second stage.
This time, the throwers were anticipating her quick step and more accurate in their strikes. One caught her in the shoulder but not hard enough to phase. The second hit her hard in the hip and disrupted her step.
Luckily, she was far enough along the course that, as she fell, she was able to throw herself forwards and latch into a large red fist that was shot out of the wall ahead. As it pulled back into the wall, it pulled her up straight and she was able to catch her footing again, succeeding in not taking a second swim.
Out of breath and thoroughly wet and bruised, Persephone glared at Cyrene through damp and spiky eyelashes.
"I do not like this game."
This was... possibly the most ludicrous thing she had ever done. Not entirely sure why she was even an available participant in the brightly coloured game before her, Persephone stood nervously to one side. Like so many of the people around her, she was clad in what might have been considered lewd or work out clothing - a black vest top that fitted to her slim upper body and moulded to her admittedly small breasts and black leggings that went all the way down to her ankles. The blazing red life preserved was bulky and uncomfortable. Her hair had been braided into a french braid twist down the back of her head and for that she was profoundly grateful. This did not look like an exercise or activity that she wanted her hair flapping about for...
When she was the first one selected and pulled up onto the starting podium, Persephone felt her eyes widen and her mouth gape open in an unladylike fashion as she hadn't the time to respond to the Lady Cyrene. The woman had barely asked the question to establish her grace before the starting horn sounded and Cyrene dove forward.
Still holding Persephone's hand.
With her arm nearly wrenched from its socket, Persephone was dragged down the slope, head first and on her back, watching her feet as they waved merrily above her and then getting a face full of chlorinated water when they hit the surface of the pool.
Sputtering, gasping and blinking water from her eyes, Persephone had never been so shocked or out of sorts. It took her a moment to register what exactly had happened in the last two seconds and it was in that time that Lady Cyrene had pulled herself up onto the floating platforms. Reaching out and about to pull herself up also, Persephone stopped momentarily when she noticed a team of men launching balls at the young woman!
Horrified and nervous to approach herself, but angry enough to haul herself up onto the flotilla, Persephone took a breath and then stood up straight.
Having opted for bare feet over the little black rubber sock things they had tried to offer her, Persephone gripped the floating platform with her toes and held her arms out for balance.
Ignoring the men entirely, she took two steps forward, her grace and balance keeping her upright.
Smiling as she noticed the men to the side restocking for her approach, Persephone had an idea.
Tucking her arms in and trusting in her God given grace, she leapt forwards and sprinted the entire length of the floating podiums. Her pace was light and effective and she didn't misplace a single foot. The balls thrown her way were launched but all too late and went sailing past behind her.
Upon approaching the raised platform that Cyrene had struggled with, Persephone had the speed behind her to jump forwards, latch her upper body onto the flotilla and haul herself up the rest of the way.
It was there that she gripped her feet over the back edge of the shape and reached down over the front to hold out her hand to her partner, her rear end high in the air in an undignified manner that she wasn't too pleased with. But she was determined not to fall in the water again. It had stung her nose.
"Come on, my Lady." She told the girl as the gripped forearms and she helped her out of the water. Persephone felt a ball hit the back of her thigh and she turned to glare at the offending thrower.
Encouraging Cyrene to go first, Persephone waited until the girl had hazarded her way across the remainder of the platforms before taking a deep breath and performing the same run across the second stage.
This time, the throwers were anticipating her quick step and more accurate in their strikes. One caught her in the shoulder but not hard enough to phase. The second hit her hard in the hip and disrupted her step.
Luckily, she was far enough along the course that, as she fell, she was able to throw herself forwards and latch into a large red fist that was shot out of the wall ahead. As it pulled back into the wall, it pulled her up straight and she was able to catch her footing again, succeeding in not taking a second swim.
Out of breath and thoroughly wet and bruised, Persephone glared at Cyrene through damp and spiky eyelashes.
"I do not like this game."
This is going to be easy.
Maximus flashed a cocky grin as he looked at the obstacle course that stood in his way. He had to go through a bunch of platforms while dodging balls and shimmy across wall while avoiding punching gloves. Maximus also had to jump on these big bouncy red balls to finish the event! "Ha!" Maximus said to himself. "No big deal! I've went through more challenging obstacle courses that my father built!"
Standing up at the podium, Maximus turned around and sized up the competition. Most of them weren't athletes or even soldiers and even if they were, didn't go through the intense training that Maximus did since he was six years old. This event would be a cakewalk, Maximus was raised to be the greatest soldier in all of Greece! There's no way he would lose! "I got this in the bag!" Maximus yelled at the sky. "Nobody is going to beat me! I'm the greatest!"
The referee approached Maximus with a frown on his face. "Hate to disturb your gloating," He said. "But you have to choose a partner." Maximus rose an eyebrow and waved his hand at dismissal "a partner would just slow me down!" he laughed. "It's the rules great one," the referee responded. "Or you want to be disqualified."
"Whatever!"
Maximus lumbered towards the group and began to inspect the men and women presented before him. "Too skinny," Maximus said in his mind inspecting the people. "Too fat, too average....." Then the young man stopped when he came across a woman he knew. The familiar strawberry hair and blue eyes. "Olena?!" Maximus said. "What are you doing here?!"
"Five minutes!" The referee cried out from a distance.
Maximus then shook his head. "You gotta be my partner!" the young man said. "You and me are better than these amateurs! We can crush them!" Maximus grabbed Olena's arm and dragged her to the podium. "Olena and Maximus!" He yelled letting go of her arm and facing the edge. "Will dominate all of you! It's best to give up and go home!"
Laughing, Maximus began to step on the incline to begin his run only to slip onto the water and fall face first on to the mat. Maximus screamed in terror as he landed on the platform and slowly got up. "I'm okay!" Maximus shouted still a bit dazed from landing face first onto the mat. The young man attempted to cross the bridge by leaping towards it but he missed everything and landed on the cold water. Maximus quickly swam up to the surface and blew water from out of his nose. "I'm still okay!" He shouted heading towards the punching bag station.
"Okay," Maximus thought to himself trying to stay calm as he approached the wall. "If I can duck and dodge at the right time......" Maximus placed a hand on one of the holes of the wall. "Then I can-" Maximus thought was cut off when the punching glove connected to his jaw sending the spiraling towards the mud. Maximus heart was racing wildly as he struggled to get up and headed to big red ball section. "OLENA AND I ARE STILL GREAT!" Maximus shouted in preparation to hop on one of the balls but once he tripped on the edge lunging the young man forward and face first on the big red ball.
Maximus entire body richocheted off the big ball and sent him careening down to the waters below. He got off quickly and swam to shore. "Olena!" Maximus said nearly tears. "Save us please!"
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This is going to be easy.
Maximus flashed a cocky grin as he looked at the obstacle course that stood in his way. He had to go through a bunch of platforms while dodging balls and shimmy across wall while avoiding punching gloves. Maximus also had to jump on these big bouncy red balls to finish the event! "Ha!" Maximus said to himself. "No big deal! I've went through more challenging obstacle courses that my father built!"
Standing up at the podium, Maximus turned around and sized up the competition. Most of them weren't athletes or even soldiers and even if they were, didn't go through the intense training that Maximus did since he was six years old. This event would be a cakewalk, Maximus was raised to be the greatest soldier in all of Greece! There's no way he would lose! "I got this in the bag!" Maximus yelled at the sky. "Nobody is going to beat me! I'm the greatest!"
The referee approached Maximus with a frown on his face. "Hate to disturb your gloating," He said. "But you have to choose a partner." Maximus rose an eyebrow and waved his hand at dismissal "a partner would just slow me down!" he laughed. "It's the rules great one," the referee responded. "Or you want to be disqualified."
"Whatever!"
Maximus lumbered towards the group and began to inspect the men and women presented before him. "Too skinny," Maximus said in his mind inspecting the people. "Too fat, too average....." Then the young man stopped when he came across a woman he knew. The familiar strawberry hair and blue eyes. "Olena?!" Maximus said. "What are you doing here?!"
"Five minutes!" The referee cried out from a distance.
Maximus then shook his head. "You gotta be my partner!" the young man said. "You and me are better than these amateurs! We can crush them!" Maximus grabbed Olena's arm and dragged her to the podium. "Olena and Maximus!" He yelled letting go of her arm and facing the edge. "Will dominate all of you! It's best to give up and go home!"
Laughing, Maximus began to step on the incline to begin his run only to slip onto the water and fall face first on to the mat. Maximus screamed in terror as he landed on the platform and slowly got up. "I'm okay!" Maximus shouted still a bit dazed from landing face first onto the mat. The young man attempted to cross the bridge by leaping towards it but he missed everything and landed on the cold water. Maximus quickly swam up to the surface and blew water from out of his nose. "I'm still okay!" He shouted heading towards the punching bag station.
"Okay," Maximus thought to himself trying to stay calm as he approached the wall. "If I can duck and dodge at the right time......" Maximus placed a hand on one of the holes of the wall. "Then I can-" Maximus thought was cut off when the punching glove connected to his jaw sending the spiraling towards the mud. Maximus heart was racing wildly as he struggled to get up and headed to big red ball section. "OLENA AND I ARE STILL GREAT!" Maximus shouted in preparation to hop on one of the balls but once he tripped on the edge lunging the young man forward and face first on the big red ball.
Maximus entire body richocheted off the big ball and sent him careening down to the waters below. He got off quickly and swam to shore. "Olena!" Maximus said nearly tears. "Save us please!"
This is going to be easy.
Maximus flashed a cocky grin as he looked at the obstacle course that stood in his way. He had to go through a bunch of platforms while dodging balls and shimmy across wall while avoiding punching gloves. Maximus also had to jump on these big bouncy red balls to finish the event! "Ha!" Maximus said to himself. "No big deal! I've went through more challenging obstacle courses that my father built!"
Standing up at the podium, Maximus turned around and sized up the competition. Most of them weren't athletes or even soldiers and even if they were, didn't go through the intense training that Maximus did since he was six years old. This event would be a cakewalk, Maximus was raised to be the greatest soldier in all of Greece! There's no way he would lose! "I got this in the bag!" Maximus yelled at the sky. "Nobody is going to beat me! I'm the greatest!"
The referee approached Maximus with a frown on his face. "Hate to disturb your gloating," He said. "But you have to choose a partner." Maximus rose an eyebrow and waved his hand at dismissal "a partner would just slow me down!" he laughed. "It's the rules great one," the referee responded. "Or you want to be disqualified."
"Whatever!"
Maximus lumbered towards the group and began to inspect the men and women presented before him. "Too skinny," Maximus said in his mind inspecting the people. "Too fat, too average....." Then the young man stopped when he came across a woman he knew. The familiar strawberry hair and blue eyes. "Olena?!" Maximus said. "What are you doing here?!"
"Five minutes!" The referee cried out from a distance.
Maximus then shook his head. "You gotta be my partner!" the young man said. "You and me are better than these amateurs! We can crush them!" Maximus grabbed Olena's arm and dragged her to the podium. "Olena and Maximus!" He yelled letting go of her arm and facing the edge. "Will dominate all of you! It's best to give up and go home!"
Laughing, Maximus began to step on the incline to begin his run only to slip onto the water and fall face first on to the mat. Maximus screamed in terror as he landed on the platform and slowly got up. "I'm okay!" Maximus shouted still a bit dazed from landing face first onto the mat. The young man attempted to cross the bridge by leaping towards it but he missed everything and landed on the cold water. Maximus quickly swam up to the surface and blew water from out of his nose. "I'm still okay!" He shouted heading towards the punching bag station.
"Okay," Maximus thought to himself trying to stay calm as he approached the wall. "If I can duck and dodge at the right time......" Maximus placed a hand on one of the holes of the wall. "Then I can-" Maximus thought was cut off when the punching glove connected to his jaw sending the spiraling towards the mud. Maximus heart was racing wildly as he struggled to get up and headed to big red ball section. "OLENA AND I ARE STILL GREAT!" Maximus shouted in preparation to hop on one of the balls but once he tripped on the edge lunging the young man forward and face first on the big red ball.
Maximus entire body richocheted off the big ball and sent him careening down to the waters below. He got off quickly and swam to shore. "Olena!" Maximus said nearly tears. "Save us please!"
She couldn’t believe she got talked into this.
Olena had almost told Vira to go fuck herself. That she didn’t want to take any part in her crazy idea. She knew that her sister was not the biggest fan of water (almost drowning will do that to a person) and yet she’d still asked her to come with her for this. The ginger should have stuck to her guns and not let the elder girl convince her to do it. She definitely shouldn’t have been as enticed by the money as she was. But, at the end of the day, she had bills to pay. And this was a potential for a nice little influx of money.
As she watched the others pick their partners, she tried to blend into the background. Maybe she wouldn’t get picked. She was small, petite with not much meat on her bones. There was nothing about her that screamed ‘athletic’, and each time people started pairing off, she was overlooked. It was a nice feeling. Maybe she could get out of this dry.
When Max was working on his pick, she tried to hide behind someone else. While Max was a good guy, she didn’t want to get picked simply because he knew her. And yet, he noticed her, called her out and even went so far as to pull her from the rest to the podium. She yanked her hand from him, glaring at him. ”Did my face not scream pick someone else or I will murder you?” She whispered to him, trying to ignore the look of sheer… joy on his face.
Ugh, optimism. It was gross.
She almost pushed him down the incline, just to drive her point home. Watching him trip and stumbled only made her want to keep hiding, to turn around and forfeit the match. It would have served him right to just turn around and walk away. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get away with that. Not with the host standing on the platform, about to push her off himself.
She sighed at his cry, refusing to say anything. There was no way she was going to bolster his ego, not when she was pretty sure she was going to lose anyway. Instead on walking down the incline, she sat on her butt, carefully inching her way down to the bottom. But even with her slow crawl, the slippery material didn’t allow any grip and she slid into the water.
”Ugh, Max, I hate you.” She cried out as she tried to climb back up on the slick platform. She could hear the people laughing as she tried to find a grip. It took her almost 2 minutes before she was on to the next station, where getting pelted with red balls was the name of the game. Olena thought about running, thinking that maybe she could avoid getting hit if she moved fast enough.
She was wrong.
The first ball smacked her in the back, followed quickly by the second knocking her thigh. She was able to keep her balance as she continued to be hit. As she was about to reach the final platform, one smacked her in the temple. The hit caught her off guard and she slipped forward, her body thrown violently into the water. She was sputtering when she came up, barely able to make it to the wall of ‘punching fists’. She was unable to avoid any of the flying punches, she took each hit like a champ. After being tossed into the mud twice, Olena pulled herself back up and finished the damn thing, even if it was slicker than before.
The giant red balls did not seem like something she was able to handle at all. One, she was too small, with no power to jump between the two. A part of her just wanted to climb down, to say ‘fuck it’ and leave. But he was screaming to her for help. Sighing, she gingerly stepped out onto the first red ball. She didn’t expect the amount of ‘bounce’ in the ball. She was tossed to the next one, her legs flailing as she tried to regain some sense of dignity.
That was lost by the time her body was thrown off the third ball, causing her to fall into the water below. Olena came up out of the water, glaring at her friend on the bank. She was barely floating, paddling over to Max (but failing). She had to be fished out by one of the crew members, who offered her a long pole to pull onto as he dragged her from the water. As she was pulled to dry land, she glared daggers at Max, slapping the back of Vira’s calf as she came to help her sister stand.
”I hate you both. So much. This is the last time I let you talk me into shit like this.”
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She couldn’t believe she got talked into this.
Olena had almost told Vira to go fuck herself. That she didn’t want to take any part in her crazy idea. She knew that her sister was not the biggest fan of water (almost drowning will do that to a person) and yet she’d still asked her to come with her for this. The ginger should have stuck to her guns and not let the elder girl convince her to do it. She definitely shouldn’t have been as enticed by the money as she was. But, at the end of the day, she had bills to pay. And this was a potential for a nice little influx of money.
As she watched the others pick their partners, she tried to blend into the background. Maybe she wouldn’t get picked. She was small, petite with not much meat on her bones. There was nothing about her that screamed ‘athletic’, and each time people started pairing off, she was overlooked. It was a nice feeling. Maybe she could get out of this dry.
When Max was working on his pick, she tried to hide behind someone else. While Max was a good guy, she didn’t want to get picked simply because he knew her. And yet, he noticed her, called her out and even went so far as to pull her from the rest to the podium. She yanked her hand from him, glaring at him. ”Did my face not scream pick someone else or I will murder you?” She whispered to him, trying to ignore the look of sheer… joy on his face.
Ugh, optimism. It was gross.
She almost pushed him down the incline, just to drive her point home. Watching him trip and stumbled only made her want to keep hiding, to turn around and forfeit the match. It would have served him right to just turn around and walk away. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get away with that. Not with the host standing on the platform, about to push her off himself.
She sighed at his cry, refusing to say anything. There was no way she was going to bolster his ego, not when she was pretty sure she was going to lose anyway. Instead on walking down the incline, she sat on her butt, carefully inching her way down to the bottom. But even with her slow crawl, the slippery material didn’t allow any grip and she slid into the water.
”Ugh, Max, I hate you.” She cried out as she tried to climb back up on the slick platform. She could hear the people laughing as she tried to find a grip. It took her almost 2 minutes before she was on to the next station, where getting pelted with red balls was the name of the game. Olena thought about running, thinking that maybe she could avoid getting hit if she moved fast enough.
She was wrong.
The first ball smacked her in the back, followed quickly by the second knocking her thigh. She was able to keep her balance as she continued to be hit. As she was about to reach the final platform, one smacked her in the temple. The hit caught her off guard and she slipped forward, her body thrown violently into the water. She was sputtering when she came up, barely able to make it to the wall of ‘punching fists’. She was unable to avoid any of the flying punches, she took each hit like a champ. After being tossed into the mud twice, Olena pulled herself back up and finished the damn thing, even if it was slicker than before.
The giant red balls did not seem like something she was able to handle at all. One, she was too small, with no power to jump between the two. A part of her just wanted to climb down, to say ‘fuck it’ and leave. But he was screaming to her for help. Sighing, she gingerly stepped out onto the first red ball. She didn’t expect the amount of ‘bounce’ in the ball. She was tossed to the next one, her legs flailing as she tried to regain some sense of dignity.
That was lost by the time her body was thrown off the third ball, causing her to fall into the water below. Olena came up out of the water, glaring at her friend on the bank. She was barely floating, paddling over to Max (but failing). She had to be fished out by one of the crew members, who offered her a long pole to pull onto as he dragged her from the water. As she was pulled to dry land, she glared daggers at Max, slapping the back of Vira’s calf as she came to help her sister stand.
”I hate you both. So much. This is the last time I let you talk me into shit like this.”
She couldn’t believe she got talked into this.
Olena had almost told Vira to go fuck herself. That she didn’t want to take any part in her crazy idea. She knew that her sister was not the biggest fan of water (almost drowning will do that to a person) and yet she’d still asked her to come with her for this. The ginger should have stuck to her guns and not let the elder girl convince her to do it. She definitely shouldn’t have been as enticed by the money as she was. But, at the end of the day, she had bills to pay. And this was a potential for a nice little influx of money.
As she watched the others pick their partners, she tried to blend into the background. Maybe she wouldn’t get picked. She was small, petite with not much meat on her bones. There was nothing about her that screamed ‘athletic’, and each time people started pairing off, she was overlooked. It was a nice feeling. Maybe she could get out of this dry.
When Max was working on his pick, she tried to hide behind someone else. While Max was a good guy, she didn’t want to get picked simply because he knew her. And yet, he noticed her, called her out and even went so far as to pull her from the rest to the podium. She yanked her hand from him, glaring at him. ”Did my face not scream pick someone else or I will murder you?” She whispered to him, trying to ignore the look of sheer… joy on his face.
Ugh, optimism. It was gross.
She almost pushed him down the incline, just to drive her point home. Watching him trip and stumbled only made her want to keep hiding, to turn around and forfeit the match. It would have served him right to just turn around and walk away. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get away with that. Not with the host standing on the platform, about to push her off himself.
She sighed at his cry, refusing to say anything. There was no way she was going to bolster his ego, not when she was pretty sure she was going to lose anyway. Instead on walking down the incline, she sat on her butt, carefully inching her way down to the bottom. But even with her slow crawl, the slippery material didn’t allow any grip and she slid into the water.
”Ugh, Max, I hate you.” She cried out as she tried to climb back up on the slick platform. She could hear the people laughing as she tried to find a grip. It took her almost 2 minutes before she was on to the next station, where getting pelted with red balls was the name of the game. Olena thought about running, thinking that maybe she could avoid getting hit if she moved fast enough.
She was wrong.
The first ball smacked her in the back, followed quickly by the second knocking her thigh. She was able to keep her balance as she continued to be hit. As she was about to reach the final platform, one smacked her in the temple. The hit caught her off guard and she slipped forward, her body thrown violently into the water. She was sputtering when she came up, barely able to make it to the wall of ‘punching fists’. She was unable to avoid any of the flying punches, she took each hit like a champ. After being tossed into the mud twice, Olena pulled herself back up and finished the damn thing, even if it was slicker than before.
The giant red balls did not seem like something she was able to handle at all. One, she was too small, with no power to jump between the two. A part of her just wanted to climb down, to say ‘fuck it’ and leave. But he was screaming to her for help. Sighing, she gingerly stepped out onto the first red ball. She didn’t expect the amount of ‘bounce’ in the ball. She was tossed to the next one, her legs flailing as she tried to regain some sense of dignity.
That was lost by the time her body was thrown off the third ball, causing her to fall into the water below. Olena came up out of the water, glaring at her friend on the bank. She was barely floating, paddling over to Max (but failing). She had to be fished out by one of the crew members, who offered her a long pole to pull onto as he dragged her from the water. As she was pulled to dry land, she glared daggers at Max, slapping the back of Vira’s calf as she came to help her sister stand.
”I hate you both. So much. This is the last time I let you talk me into shit like this.”
Dysmas winced seeing the force of the dodgeball knock his cousin into the water. He was still feeling the sympathy throb on the side of his head by the time he reached the top of the course. The other two pairs were getting their asses handed to them ahead of him, and it was only now that he was second-guessing his motivations for agreeing to do this.
It was too late to turn back on the decision, though.
His eyes roamed the candidates, but there was only one person he could see in the crowd: Evangelina. Logic said he should leave her well enough alone, that if he pulled her to his side she would only suffer humiliation along with him. But he always looked like an idiot when he was with her, so this would be nothing new. It was selfishly that he reached for her hand. “C’mon. I can overcome all obstacles as long as I’m with you.”
Corny, maybe. Endearing, quite.
“Plus, I know you’re the competitive sort. I can count on you to keep us moving forward.” He gave her a wink at that as the two of them stepped up to the starting line. Dysmas took off as soon as the horn signaled him to go.
The incline was steep and slick with water, but Dysmas’s long legs carried him down the platform with ease. He was able to successfully leap onto the flotilla without taking a dive into the water. The landing was a little wobbly as he tried to find his balance, but he managed to stay atop the raft. He’d have to keep moving to give Evie space to catch up.
He gave her a glance behind him, torn between wanting to help her and wanting to get through the current obstacle. Dysmas pressed on, mindful of the slick platform drenched in water from previous sopping wet contestants. The dodgeballs flew at him, though, miraculously, seemed to fly right past. It was as though the people throwing the balls had no sense in terms of Dysmas’s awkward proportions.
He was onto the other side in no time, ready to take on the infamous suckerpunch wall. But he was alone. And there was no way Evie would have as clean of a run as he did. He turned o face the course the way he came, seeing Evie struggling to pull herself up onto the first raft, flopping around in the water like she was wrestling with it.
“Evie!!” He called to her, not willing to wait on her to catch herself. Dysmas raced back the way he came, determined to help his partner. The dodgeballs were, once again, effortlessly evaded, and he reached for Evangelina’s hand to pull her up onto the flotilla.
“I got you.”
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Dysmas winced seeing the force of the dodgeball knock his cousin into the water. He was still feeling the sympathy throb on the side of his head by the time he reached the top of the course. The other two pairs were getting their asses handed to them ahead of him, and it was only now that he was second-guessing his motivations for agreeing to do this.
It was too late to turn back on the decision, though.
His eyes roamed the candidates, but there was only one person he could see in the crowd: Evangelina. Logic said he should leave her well enough alone, that if he pulled her to his side she would only suffer humiliation along with him. But he always looked like an idiot when he was with her, so this would be nothing new. It was selfishly that he reached for her hand. “C’mon. I can overcome all obstacles as long as I’m with you.”
Corny, maybe. Endearing, quite.
“Plus, I know you’re the competitive sort. I can count on you to keep us moving forward.” He gave her a wink at that as the two of them stepped up to the starting line. Dysmas took off as soon as the horn signaled him to go.
The incline was steep and slick with water, but Dysmas’s long legs carried him down the platform with ease. He was able to successfully leap onto the flotilla without taking a dive into the water. The landing was a little wobbly as he tried to find his balance, but he managed to stay atop the raft. He’d have to keep moving to give Evie space to catch up.
He gave her a glance behind him, torn between wanting to help her and wanting to get through the current obstacle. Dysmas pressed on, mindful of the slick platform drenched in water from previous sopping wet contestants. The dodgeballs flew at him, though, miraculously, seemed to fly right past. It was as though the people throwing the balls had no sense in terms of Dysmas’s awkward proportions.
He was onto the other side in no time, ready to take on the infamous suckerpunch wall. But he was alone. And there was no way Evie would have as clean of a run as he did. He turned o face the course the way he came, seeing Evie struggling to pull herself up onto the first raft, flopping around in the water like she was wrestling with it.
“Evie!!” He called to her, not willing to wait on her to catch herself. Dysmas raced back the way he came, determined to help his partner. The dodgeballs were, once again, effortlessly evaded, and he reached for Evangelina’s hand to pull her up onto the flotilla.
“I got you.”
Dysmas winced seeing the force of the dodgeball knock his cousin into the water. He was still feeling the sympathy throb on the side of his head by the time he reached the top of the course. The other two pairs were getting their asses handed to them ahead of him, and it was only now that he was second-guessing his motivations for agreeing to do this.
It was too late to turn back on the decision, though.
His eyes roamed the candidates, but there was only one person he could see in the crowd: Evangelina. Logic said he should leave her well enough alone, that if he pulled her to his side she would only suffer humiliation along with him. But he always looked like an idiot when he was with her, so this would be nothing new. It was selfishly that he reached for her hand. “C’mon. I can overcome all obstacles as long as I’m with you.”
Corny, maybe. Endearing, quite.
“Plus, I know you’re the competitive sort. I can count on you to keep us moving forward.” He gave her a wink at that as the two of them stepped up to the starting line. Dysmas took off as soon as the horn signaled him to go.
The incline was steep and slick with water, but Dysmas’s long legs carried him down the platform with ease. He was able to successfully leap onto the flotilla without taking a dive into the water. The landing was a little wobbly as he tried to find his balance, but he managed to stay atop the raft. He’d have to keep moving to give Evie space to catch up.
He gave her a glance behind him, torn between wanting to help her and wanting to get through the current obstacle. Dysmas pressed on, mindful of the slick platform drenched in water from previous sopping wet contestants. The dodgeballs flew at him, though, miraculously, seemed to fly right past. It was as though the people throwing the balls had no sense in terms of Dysmas’s awkward proportions.
He was onto the other side in no time, ready to take on the infamous suckerpunch wall. But he was alone. And there was no way Evie would have as clean of a run as he did. He turned o face the course the way he came, seeing Evie struggling to pull herself up onto the first raft, flopping around in the water like she was wrestling with it.
“Evie!!” He called to her, not willing to wait on her to catch herself. Dysmas raced back the way he came, determined to help his partner. The dodgeballs were, once again, effortlessly evaded, and he reached for Evangelina’s hand to pull her up onto the flotilla.
“I got you.”
And though she may be little, she is fierce…
What the petitely built Leventi lacked in grace she made up for it in sheer tenacity. We have all seen tiny, ankle biting terriers… they are the stuff of nightmares to rats and postmen alike. That was what Evangelina was… she was a terrier. She climbed onto half-trained beasts that outweighed her times ten and thrown, picked herself up, shook the pain off and got back on. Watching the first two teams, she winced with each failure. Those dodgeball throwers weren’t pulling any punches it seemed and that wasn’t even taking into consideration the punching wall that lay even further up ahead.
Dressed running shorters with a spandex liner and a tee-shirt the sports team logo on the front concealed by the heavily padded vest that looked like it belonged in a war zone rather than on the little Leventi. Her chestnut hair was pulled up in a no non-sense ponytail that bounced side to side as she fidgeted watching those before her go. She winced watching Persephone take a particularly nasty dodgeball.
Was it weird that she wanted to take a turn at this? Dysmas was up after Maximus and Olena. Her dark eyes stared a hole into him. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me… Damn it!
His eyes found hers and she grinned back at him. Yes. Even before he reached out she was stepping towards him. Snatching his hand up before he had the opportunity to change his mind and choose a more graceful partner, she leaned in and laughed, “Did you steal that off of a greeting card at that gas station on the way here?” If they were going to make idiots of themselves there wasn’t anyone else she’d rather do it with.
“I am not competitive… I just… I don’t like losing.” She huffed with feigned indignance, refusing to admit that she was a total little hypocrite. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, she was ready… she wanted this…
Twisting her arms behind her she was still in mid-stretch as the horn blew and Dysmas left her at the starting point. Wait, she wasn’t ready?! Without thinking about her steps she leaped forward, her bare feet suddenly moving faster than her small body as she half ran and half slid down the ramp. Two steps before she was supposed to move on to the floating thing in the water, she knew she was never going to make it. A shriek echoed out of her only moments before she splashed into the water head first just to the right of the floating device.
Bobbing up, she gargled trying to spit out the water she’d inhaled during her shriek. Her eyes burned with the chlorine. What sort of acid water was this? Her nose, eyes, and throat burned. The no-nonsense ponytail was plastered to the side of her face giving her a mustache. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes… Where was she? She coughed and managed to grasp a hold of the flotilla and dragged herself most of the way up the rocking foam obstacle.
Digging her fingernails into the foam, she was in the process of clawing her way back onto the obstacle. When a hand was in front of her grasped a hold of her and drug her the rest of the way up. She coughed, “Thanks.” Managing her best drowned-rat smile at him and a thumbs up, it was moments like this that she remembered exactly why she adored him.
The unlikely pair were about to make their great escape from the flotilla when something struck her hard. At first, she thought it was maybe that funny feeling of love but then… it hit her again.
“Owww!” Evie cried, this time seeing a blazing red dodgeball fly between her and Dysmas. “Owww… Hey! That’s not...very…” Her words were cut off with a muffled, “Umph”, as another ball hit her. “Nice!” She was hot-footing it across the flotilla now, angry monkey screeches seemed to be coming out of her with each new hit. Where did they find these people? How did you end up throwing balls at people for a living? Was there a professional dodgeball association? She screeched again, dragging Dysmas along with her.
It was interesting how fast and accurate Evangelina could move given proper motivation.
That was when it happened. A ball finally connected with Dysmas. The slimy dodgeball bastards had found a weak spot, aiming at his feet and knocking them slightly offset. Evie’s arms flew out, flapping as she tried to keep her balance as Dysmas wavered first to the left then to the right and then dropped into the water.
Grabbing his arm with one hand and the back of his shorts with the other, Evie drug him back onto the pontoon with a surprising amount of strength for someone so little.
“These people are really starting to piss me…” Another well-timed ball hit her, “Of-umph.” But at least Dysmas was back upon the pontoon and they were so close to being out of the line of fire. As soon as he was on his feet, she took off again, her hand still holding onto his as she all but drug him the rest of the way to the end of the obstacle. Glancing at Dysmas, she wheezed out, “If we ever do this again, I want to be the one to throw the balls at people…”
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And though she may be little, she is fierce…
What the petitely built Leventi lacked in grace she made up for it in sheer tenacity. We have all seen tiny, ankle biting terriers… they are the stuff of nightmares to rats and postmen alike. That was what Evangelina was… she was a terrier. She climbed onto half-trained beasts that outweighed her times ten and thrown, picked herself up, shook the pain off and got back on. Watching the first two teams, she winced with each failure. Those dodgeball throwers weren’t pulling any punches it seemed and that wasn’t even taking into consideration the punching wall that lay even further up ahead.
Dressed running shorters with a spandex liner and a tee-shirt the sports team logo on the front concealed by the heavily padded vest that looked like it belonged in a war zone rather than on the little Leventi. Her chestnut hair was pulled up in a no non-sense ponytail that bounced side to side as she fidgeted watching those before her go. She winced watching Persephone take a particularly nasty dodgeball.
Was it weird that she wanted to take a turn at this? Dysmas was up after Maximus and Olena. Her dark eyes stared a hole into him. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me… Damn it!
His eyes found hers and she grinned back at him. Yes. Even before he reached out she was stepping towards him. Snatching his hand up before he had the opportunity to change his mind and choose a more graceful partner, she leaned in and laughed, “Did you steal that off of a greeting card at that gas station on the way here?” If they were going to make idiots of themselves there wasn’t anyone else she’d rather do it with.
“I am not competitive… I just… I don’t like losing.” She huffed with feigned indignance, refusing to admit that she was a total little hypocrite. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, she was ready… she wanted this…
Twisting her arms behind her she was still in mid-stretch as the horn blew and Dysmas left her at the starting point. Wait, she wasn’t ready?! Without thinking about her steps she leaped forward, her bare feet suddenly moving faster than her small body as she half ran and half slid down the ramp. Two steps before she was supposed to move on to the floating thing in the water, she knew she was never going to make it. A shriek echoed out of her only moments before she splashed into the water head first just to the right of the floating device.
Bobbing up, she gargled trying to spit out the water she’d inhaled during her shriek. Her eyes burned with the chlorine. What sort of acid water was this? Her nose, eyes, and throat burned. The no-nonsense ponytail was plastered to the side of her face giving her a mustache. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes… Where was she? She coughed and managed to grasp a hold of the flotilla and dragged herself most of the way up the rocking foam obstacle.
Digging her fingernails into the foam, she was in the process of clawing her way back onto the obstacle. When a hand was in front of her grasped a hold of her and drug her the rest of the way up. She coughed, “Thanks.” Managing her best drowned-rat smile at him and a thumbs up, it was moments like this that she remembered exactly why she adored him.
The unlikely pair were about to make their great escape from the flotilla when something struck her hard. At first, she thought it was maybe that funny feeling of love but then… it hit her again.
“Owww!” Evie cried, this time seeing a blazing red dodgeball fly between her and Dysmas. “Owww… Hey! That’s not...very…” Her words were cut off with a muffled, “Umph”, as another ball hit her. “Nice!” She was hot-footing it across the flotilla now, angry monkey screeches seemed to be coming out of her with each new hit. Where did they find these people? How did you end up throwing balls at people for a living? Was there a professional dodgeball association? She screeched again, dragging Dysmas along with her.
It was interesting how fast and accurate Evangelina could move given proper motivation.
That was when it happened. A ball finally connected with Dysmas. The slimy dodgeball bastards had found a weak spot, aiming at his feet and knocking them slightly offset. Evie’s arms flew out, flapping as she tried to keep her balance as Dysmas wavered first to the left then to the right and then dropped into the water.
Grabbing his arm with one hand and the back of his shorts with the other, Evie drug him back onto the pontoon with a surprising amount of strength for someone so little.
“These people are really starting to piss me…” Another well-timed ball hit her, “Of-umph.” But at least Dysmas was back upon the pontoon and they were so close to being out of the line of fire. As soon as he was on his feet, she took off again, her hand still holding onto his as she all but drug him the rest of the way to the end of the obstacle. Glancing at Dysmas, she wheezed out, “If we ever do this again, I want to be the one to throw the balls at people…”
And though she may be little, she is fierce…
What the petitely built Leventi lacked in grace she made up for it in sheer tenacity. We have all seen tiny, ankle biting terriers… they are the stuff of nightmares to rats and postmen alike. That was what Evangelina was… she was a terrier. She climbed onto half-trained beasts that outweighed her times ten and thrown, picked herself up, shook the pain off and got back on. Watching the first two teams, she winced with each failure. Those dodgeball throwers weren’t pulling any punches it seemed and that wasn’t even taking into consideration the punching wall that lay even further up ahead.
Dressed running shorters with a spandex liner and a tee-shirt the sports team logo on the front concealed by the heavily padded vest that looked like it belonged in a war zone rather than on the little Leventi. Her chestnut hair was pulled up in a no non-sense ponytail that bounced side to side as she fidgeted watching those before her go. She winced watching Persephone take a particularly nasty dodgeball.
Was it weird that she wanted to take a turn at this? Dysmas was up after Maximus and Olena. Her dark eyes stared a hole into him. Pick me. Pick me. Pick me… Damn it!
His eyes found hers and she grinned back at him. Yes. Even before he reached out she was stepping towards him. Snatching his hand up before he had the opportunity to change his mind and choose a more graceful partner, she leaned in and laughed, “Did you steal that off of a greeting card at that gas station on the way here?” If they were going to make idiots of themselves there wasn’t anyone else she’d rather do it with.
“I am not competitive… I just… I don’t like losing.” She huffed with feigned indignance, refusing to admit that she was a total little hypocrite. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, she was ready… she wanted this…
Twisting her arms behind her she was still in mid-stretch as the horn blew and Dysmas left her at the starting point. Wait, she wasn’t ready?! Without thinking about her steps she leaped forward, her bare feet suddenly moving faster than her small body as she half ran and half slid down the ramp. Two steps before she was supposed to move on to the floating thing in the water, she knew she was never going to make it. A shriek echoed out of her only moments before she splashed into the water head first just to the right of the floating device.
Bobbing up, she gargled trying to spit out the water she’d inhaled during her shriek. Her eyes burned with the chlorine. What sort of acid water was this? Her nose, eyes, and throat burned. The no-nonsense ponytail was plastered to the side of her face giving her a mustache. Blinking, she rubbed her eyes… Where was she? She coughed and managed to grasp a hold of the flotilla and dragged herself most of the way up the rocking foam obstacle.
Digging her fingernails into the foam, she was in the process of clawing her way back onto the obstacle. When a hand was in front of her grasped a hold of her and drug her the rest of the way up. She coughed, “Thanks.” Managing her best drowned-rat smile at him and a thumbs up, it was moments like this that she remembered exactly why she adored him.
The unlikely pair were about to make their great escape from the flotilla when something struck her hard. At first, she thought it was maybe that funny feeling of love but then… it hit her again.
“Owww!” Evie cried, this time seeing a blazing red dodgeball fly between her and Dysmas. “Owww… Hey! That’s not...very…” Her words were cut off with a muffled, “Umph”, as another ball hit her. “Nice!” She was hot-footing it across the flotilla now, angry monkey screeches seemed to be coming out of her with each new hit. Where did they find these people? How did you end up throwing balls at people for a living? Was there a professional dodgeball association? She screeched again, dragging Dysmas along with her.
It was interesting how fast and accurate Evangelina could move given proper motivation.
That was when it happened. A ball finally connected with Dysmas. The slimy dodgeball bastards had found a weak spot, aiming at his feet and knocking them slightly offset. Evie’s arms flew out, flapping as she tried to keep her balance as Dysmas wavered first to the left then to the right and then dropped into the water.
Grabbing his arm with one hand and the back of his shorts with the other, Evie drug him back onto the pontoon with a surprising amount of strength for someone so little.
“These people are really starting to piss me…” Another well-timed ball hit her, “Of-umph.” But at least Dysmas was back upon the pontoon and they were so close to being out of the line of fire. As soon as he was on his feet, she took off again, her hand still holding onto his as she all but drug him the rest of the way to the end of the obstacle. Glancing at Dysmas, she wheezed out, “If we ever do this again, I want to be the one to throw the balls at people…”
Taking in the previous competitors as they made their way through the first obstacle, Agathe chewed her lip as she began formulating her plan of attack. Tightening her high ponytail, the young woman adjusted her form-fitting black tank top and indecent-adjacent shorts beneath the bulky life preserver. She scanned the gathered crowd of potential partners, searching for her opposite, someone who was taller than the petite woman, but who would be dexterous enough to navigate the obstacle course laid out in front of her.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to Kreios. He had considerable height, but a lean enough build to suggest the agility she was seeking. With an assessing sweep of her gaze, Agathe sauntered up to the man and stuck her out her hand. ”I am in need of a partner and you appear to fit the bill. Care to make a girl’s wish come true?”
As they stepped to the slide, Agathe wiped her palms on her shorts. No time like the present, right? With a steely determination, Agathe launched herself down the slide feet first. With a less than graceful splash, she landed in the water at the foot of the slope. Shaking the shock of the cool water, she pulled herself onto the next flotilla to face the dodgeballs. She had witnessed her predecessors as they attempted—with many failing—to dodge the balls launched at them. Agathe sucked in a breath and charged forward.
Taking her cousin’s approach, she broke into a sprint and almost made it to the stacked mats before a ball connected with her hip, upsetting the girl’s balance just enough to send her tumbling back into the water. A frustrated yelp left her as she was swallowed, only to float back to the surface. Reaching for the floating mat, Agathe hoisted herself back onto the flotilla with a pointed glare to her assailants. She turned her attention to the pile of mats in front of her and began her ascent. Making quick work of the pile, she attempted her sprint towards the sucker punch wall.
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Taking in the previous competitors as they made their way through the first obstacle, Agathe chewed her lip as she began formulating her plan of attack. Tightening her high ponytail, the young woman adjusted her form-fitting black tank top and indecent-adjacent shorts beneath the bulky life preserver. She scanned the gathered crowd of potential partners, searching for her opposite, someone who was taller than the petite woman, but who would be dexterous enough to navigate the obstacle course laid out in front of her.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to Kreios. He had considerable height, but a lean enough build to suggest the agility she was seeking. With an assessing sweep of her gaze, Agathe sauntered up to the man and stuck her out her hand. ”I am in need of a partner and you appear to fit the bill. Care to make a girl’s wish come true?”
As they stepped to the slide, Agathe wiped her palms on her shorts. No time like the present, right? With a steely determination, Agathe launched herself down the slide feet first. With a less than graceful splash, she landed in the water at the foot of the slope. Shaking the shock of the cool water, she pulled herself onto the next flotilla to face the dodgeballs. She had witnessed her predecessors as they attempted—with many failing—to dodge the balls launched at them. Agathe sucked in a breath and charged forward.
Taking her cousin’s approach, she broke into a sprint and almost made it to the stacked mats before a ball connected with her hip, upsetting the girl’s balance just enough to send her tumbling back into the water. A frustrated yelp left her as she was swallowed, only to float back to the surface. Reaching for the floating mat, Agathe hoisted herself back onto the flotilla with a pointed glare to her assailants. She turned her attention to the pile of mats in front of her and began her ascent. Making quick work of the pile, she attempted her sprint towards the sucker punch wall.
Taking in the previous competitors as they made their way through the first obstacle, Agathe chewed her lip as she began formulating her plan of attack. Tightening her high ponytail, the young woman adjusted her form-fitting black tank top and indecent-adjacent shorts beneath the bulky life preserver. She scanned the gathered crowd of potential partners, searching for her opposite, someone who was taller than the petite woman, but who would be dexterous enough to navigate the obstacle course laid out in front of her.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to Kreios. He had considerable height, but a lean enough build to suggest the agility she was seeking. With an assessing sweep of her gaze, Agathe sauntered up to the man and stuck her out her hand. ”I am in need of a partner and you appear to fit the bill. Care to make a girl’s wish come true?”
As they stepped to the slide, Agathe wiped her palms on her shorts. No time like the present, right? With a steely determination, Agathe launched herself down the slide feet first. With a less than graceful splash, she landed in the water at the foot of the slope. Shaking the shock of the cool water, she pulled herself onto the next flotilla to face the dodgeballs. She had witnessed her predecessors as they attempted—with many failing—to dodge the balls launched at them. Agathe sucked in a breath and charged forward.
Taking her cousin’s approach, she broke into a sprint and almost made it to the stacked mats before a ball connected with her hip, upsetting the girl’s balance just enough to send her tumbling back into the water. A frustrated yelp left her as she was swallowed, only to float back to the surface. Reaching for the floating mat, Agathe hoisted herself back onto the flotilla with a pointed glare to her assailants. She turned her attention to the pile of mats in front of her and began her ascent. Making quick work of the pile, she attempted her sprint towards the sucker punch wall.
Kreios had no wish to be part of this.
Water was his friend, yes. He spent the better part of his days on water travelling to various lands to either obtain herbs and necessary ingredients for his concoctions, or to visit clients and make new business dealings. So yes, he wasn't afraid of water. What he did not like however, was that this required him to make a fool of himself in front of many spectators, all of whom Kreios thought had no better things to do then watch people ridicule himself. So no, he had no wish to be made the laughing stock, a source of entertainment for someone's day.
But he had lost a bet. And then he had been stupid enough to actually trust the person who had won said bet, and followed the person to here.
And now, here he was.
Wonderful.
Standing still at the very edge of the contestants all waiting, Kreios watched with disinterest as the first pair made it through with seemingly minor difficulty - he scoffed when the girl seem to glue to the ground to move. Was it that difficult? Surely she can keep her balance, the silly chit.
The proceedings were apparently, humorous to the spectators. Kreios could not imagine why. He had better things to do with his time then stand idly by watching someone go through a series of things designed to make one's life difficult.
But of course, his life must not be easy as well.
Just as he thought he's managed to get away, the blonde female who had just stepped up to the podium next zeroed in on him, seemingly unafraid of his hateful glare sent her way. Her saunter had him rolling his eyes, her words even more so. He had no want to make anyone's wish come true - as if he cared anyway.
But the rules were the rules, and if he forfeited, the announcer was likely to just push him back in. The earlier e got this over with, the better. So Kreios pointedly ignored the lady's hand, brushing it aside before stalking right up to the slide. The blue and white board's shorts that reached his knee was the only thing he wore - why bother with a shirt when he was going to get dunked somehow, anyway? Kreios was a realistic man. So the sun shone down on his tanned, unclothed body as he, without waiting for the partner who had frustratingly picked him, Kreios slid right down, and headed straight for the flotilla. Anytime a ball hit him, the dark-haired male sent a spine chilling glare in the crew's direction, but what hit home, was that by the time the third ball hit him, Kreios has had enough.
With quick reflexes, he grabbed the ball just before it bounced off him, and with a great amount of strength, threw it right back at the crew member who had thrown it. His ball found its target right in the face of the crew member, who failed to dodge. After that, no ball flew in his direction.
Clearing that easily enough, he paused when he heard a shriek and a splash. Kreios did not have to look behind to know what had happened. With a frustated growl and a roll of his eyes, he did not even bother to look behind. Instead, the words "Keep up, or give up." was tossed over his shoulder flippantly, whilst he simultaneously reached the sucker punch wall.... or he tried to. Why was there so many people just meandering around the course?!
Kreios wanted to push them all in to the water.
In fact - you know what? Screw etiquette and rules.
Without a care for them, he reached for the nearest pair in his way to get out of this game - the one precariously balanced on the pontoon. "You people are pissing me off." he growled at them, having caught the tail end of her words. With one swift movement, Kreios pushed them both off, and then jogged on to the next one. The redhead was easy enough - she was tiny, and already looking like a drowned rat. With one shoved, he sent the drowned rat back into the water, and in his jogging across the platoon to the next obstacle, swiftly kicked the hands of Maximus who had been clinging to the flotilla, sending him back to the waters again.
Kreios smirked at the floating body of Cyrene who seemed too dazed to climb back up, just as he reached the sucker punch wall.
Of course. A princess had to stand in his way.
"I'm afraid its down the depths for you, princess. You're way too dry for this game, it seems." he muttered, a smirk taunting Persephone. Deftly, Kreios stepped on to the platform, and as the fist shot out between them, he took the momentary divergence of concentration to grab another fist to secure himself, and with a sweep of his legs, aimed for both Persephone's ankle's to sweep her off balance.
Clearing his pathway, Kreios grinned for the first time, not even bothering to seek out his partner as he started to move his way across the wall, dodging this way and that to avoid or at least stay on the platform even when he did get hit. Kreios of Phossis was two things - competitive, and a loner. He did not work in a partnership, and since he was forced to join the competition, well... he'll be damned if he did not win it.
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Kreios had no wish to be part of this.
Water was his friend, yes. He spent the better part of his days on water travelling to various lands to either obtain herbs and necessary ingredients for his concoctions, or to visit clients and make new business dealings. So yes, he wasn't afraid of water. What he did not like however, was that this required him to make a fool of himself in front of many spectators, all of whom Kreios thought had no better things to do then watch people ridicule himself. So no, he had no wish to be made the laughing stock, a source of entertainment for someone's day.
But he had lost a bet. And then he had been stupid enough to actually trust the person who had won said bet, and followed the person to here.
And now, here he was.
Wonderful.
Standing still at the very edge of the contestants all waiting, Kreios watched with disinterest as the first pair made it through with seemingly minor difficulty - he scoffed when the girl seem to glue to the ground to move. Was it that difficult? Surely she can keep her balance, the silly chit.
The proceedings were apparently, humorous to the spectators. Kreios could not imagine why. He had better things to do with his time then stand idly by watching someone go through a series of things designed to make one's life difficult.
But of course, his life must not be easy as well.
Just as he thought he's managed to get away, the blonde female who had just stepped up to the podium next zeroed in on him, seemingly unafraid of his hateful glare sent her way. Her saunter had him rolling his eyes, her words even more so. He had no want to make anyone's wish come true - as if he cared anyway.
But the rules were the rules, and if he forfeited, the announcer was likely to just push him back in. The earlier e got this over with, the better. So Kreios pointedly ignored the lady's hand, brushing it aside before stalking right up to the slide. The blue and white board's shorts that reached his knee was the only thing he wore - why bother with a shirt when he was going to get dunked somehow, anyway? Kreios was a realistic man. So the sun shone down on his tanned, unclothed body as he, without waiting for the partner who had frustratingly picked him, Kreios slid right down, and headed straight for the flotilla. Anytime a ball hit him, the dark-haired male sent a spine chilling glare in the crew's direction, but what hit home, was that by the time the third ball hit him, Kreios has had enough.
With quick reflexes, he grabbed the ball just before it bounced off him, and with a great amount of strength, threw it right back at the crew member who had thrown it. His ball found its target right in the face of the crew member, who failed to dodge. After that, no ball flew in his direction.
Clearing that easily enough, he paused when he heard a shriek and a splash. Kreios did not have to look behind to know what had happened. With a frustated growl and a roll of his eyes, he did not even bother to look behind. Instead, the words "Keep up, or give up." was tossed over his shoulder flippantly, whilst he simultaneously reached the sucker punch wall.... or he tried to. Why was there so many people just meandering around the course?!
Kreios wanted to push them all in to the water.
In fact - you know what? Screw etiquette and rules.
Without a care for them, he reached for the nearest pair in his way to get out of this game - the one precariously balanced on the pontoon. "You people are pissing me off." he growled at them, having caught the tail end of her words. With one swift movement, Kreios pushed them both off, and then jogged on to the next one. The redhead was easy enough - she was tiny, and already looking like a drowned rat. With one shoved, he sent the drowned rat back into the water, and in his jogging across the platoon to the next obstacle, swiftly kicked the hands of Maximus who had been clinging to the flotilla, sending him back to the waters again.
Kreios smirked at the floating body of Cyrene who seemed too dazed to climb back up, just as he reached the sucker punch wall.
Of course. A princess had to stand in his way.
"I'm afraid its down the depths for you, princess. You're way too dry for this game, it seems." he muttered, a smirk taunting Persephone. Deftly, Kreios stepped on to the platform, and as the fist shot out between them, he took the momentary divergence of concentration to grab another fist to secure himself, and with a sweep of his legs, aimed for both Persephone's ankle's to sweep her off balance.
Clearing his pathway, Kreios grinned for the first time, not even bothering to seek out his partner as he started to move his way across the wall, dodging this way and that to avoid or at least stay on the platform even when he did get hit. Kreios of Phossis was two things - competitive, and a loner. He did not work in a partnership, and since he was forced to join the competition, well... he'll be damned if he did not win it.
Kreios had no wish to be part of this.
Water was his friend, yes. He spent the better part of his days on water travelling to various lands to either obtain herbs and necessary ingredients for his concoctions, or to visit clients and make new business dealings. So yes, he wasn't afraid of water. What he did not like however, was that this required him to make a fool of himself in front of many spectators, all of whom Kreios thought had no better things to do then watch people ridicule himself. So no, he had no wish to be made the laughing stock, a source of entertainment for someone's day.
But he had lost a bet. And then he had been stupid enough to actually trust the person who had won said bet, and followed the person to here.
And now, here he was.
Wonderful.
Standing still at the very edge of the contestants all waiting, Kreios watched with disinterest as the first pair made it through with seemingly minor difficulty - he scoffed when the girl seem to glue to the ground to move. Was it that difficult? Surely she can keep her balance, the silly chit.
The proceedings were apparently, humorous to the spectators. Kreios could not imagine why. He had better things to do with his time then stand idly by watching someone go through a series of things designed to make one's life difficult.
But of course, his life must not be easy as well.
Just as he thought he's managed to get away, the blonde female who had just stepped up to the podium next zeroed in on him, seemingly unafraid of his hateful glare sent her way. Her saunter had him rolling his eyes, her words even more so. He had no want to make anyone's wish come true - as if he cared anyway.
But the rules were the rules, and if he forfeited, the announcer was likely to just push him back in. The earlier e got this over with, the better. So Kreios pointedly ignored the lady's hand, brushing it aside before stalking right up to the slide. The blue and white board's shorts that reached his knee was the only thing he wore - why bother with a shirt when he was going to get dunked somehow, anyway? Kreios was a realistic man. So the sun shone down on his tanned, unclothed body as he, without waiting for the partner who had frustratingly picked him, Kreios slid right down, and headed straight for the flotilla. Anytime a ball hit him, the dark-haired male sent a spine chilling glare in the crew's direction, but what hit home, was that by the time the third ball hit him, Kreios has had enough.
With quick reflexes, he grabbed the ball just before it bounced off him, and with a great amount of strength, threw it right back at the crew member who had thrown it. His ball found its target right in the face of the crew member, who failed to dodge. After that, no ball flew in his direction.
Clearing that easily enough, he paused when he heard a shriek and a splash. Kreios did not have to look behind to know what had happened. With a frustated growl and a roll of his eyes, he did not even bother to look behind. Instead, the words "Keep up, or give up." was tossed over his shoulder flippantly, whilst he simultaneously reached the sucker punch wall.... or he tried to. Why was there so many people just meandering around the course?!
Kreios wanted to push them all in to the water.
In fact - you know what? Screw etiquette and rules.
Without a care for them, he reached for the nearest pair in his way to get out of this game - the one precariously balanced on the pontoon. "You people are pissing me off." he growled at them, having caught the tail end of her words. With one swift movement, Kreios pushed them both off, and then jogged on to the next one. The redhead was easy enough - she was tiny, and already looking like a drowned rat. With one shoved, he sent the drowned rat back into the water, and in his jogging across the platoon to the next obstacle, swiftly kicked the hands of Maximus who had been clinging to the flotilla, sending him back to the waters again.
Kreios smirked at the floating body of Cyrene who seemed too dazed to climb back up, just as he reached the sucker punch wall.
Of course. A princess had to stand in his way.
"I'm afraid its down the depths for you, princess. You're way too dry for this game, it seems." he muttered, a smirk taunting Persephone. Deftly, Kreios stepped on to the platform, and as the fist shot out between them, he took the momentary divergence of concentration to grab another fist to secure himself, and with a sweep of his legs, aimed for both Persephone's ankle's to sweep her off balance.
Clearing his pathway, Kreios grinned for the first time, not even bothering to seek out his partner as he started to move his way across the wall, dodging this way and that to avoid or at least stay on the platform even when he did get hit. Kreios of Phossis was two things - competitive, and a loner. He did not work in a partnership, and since he was forced to join the competition, well... he'll be damned if he did not win it.
This was not going well. At all. As Persephone glared at her, she glared right back. “You’re supposed to be coordinated!” she planted her feet down on the smooth bottom of the pool and stood there for a moment to collect herself. Their time would not be good. That much was already certain. That meant that she at least should be able to wipe the water out of her eyes.
But Persephone’s stare at her made her wonder if the princess had more than unnatural grace on her side. Perhaps the woman could shoot laser beams too? It wouldn’t be surprising. “Ok, ok. I’m coming up.”
She waded up to the floating platforms and hauled herself up just in time to be knocked back into the water. The colossal splash and subsequent embarrassing laughter made her flounder like a turtle caught on its back. This was not a dignified game! She was a lady!
“Hey!” she stood up once more and shook her fist at the men throwing the red balls. “I am a lady! How dare you-” a ball hit her square in the face. This time, however, she stood her ground. The ball bounced into the air with an impressive SPROING!!! And then splashed somewhere off behind her. Her face stung and she tried to blink away the unbidden tears leaking from her eyes as she held her nose.
“That hurt!” she looked up at Persephone but didn’t feel like there was much sympathy there. It was time to pull herself onto the platform again and this time she slunk up like a snake, keeping herself low and on her belly. More balls pelted her but at least she wasn’t getting knocked off into the water again.
Once free of the floating platforms, it was time for the punching wall. She stared at it.
“Princess Persephone? I think…” she tugged at her ponytail, bringing it over her shoulder and running her fingers through it as though she was petting a cat. “I think now would be a good time to tell you that I...um….I’m not an athlete? And...and I’ve never so much as gotten hit before. Like...I mean my sisters have slapped me and stuff but I’ve never been punched…”
She glanced over at the cameras set up along the perimeter of the course and realized that she was babbling in front of who knew how many people. Like an idiot. Exhaling out, she nodded to the princess. “But I’ll give it the good old Grecian try!”
This wasn’t going to kill her. Probably. She knew that on an intellectual level but somehow it was hard to approach the punching wall, knowing that she was probably going to be knocked into the mud. Hovering, she took another gulp of air, let it out, and took another one before at last trying to pass. The first punching glove shot out but she tilted her head to the side, just missing it. Another hit one of her legs but she was able to keep her balance as she inched along.
Another punch landed solidly against her hip and she bit her lip. It didn’t hurt too badly. Not as badly as she’d anticipated, anyway but it was going much better than the dodge balls had. “I think we can do this!” she said brightly as they were halfway across the wall. “Just keep going, your highness.” It was helpful to try and talk the princess through this. That would keep her own mind off their already abysmal time.
They were doing well until they were a little more than half way. A glove punched her in the gut. She flailed. Her hand grabbed Persephone’s wrist and before she could stop herself, she flew backward, dragging Persephone with her. The two of them fell backward into the mud. It splattered all over the punching wall. It coated their clothes. It coated their hair. When she tried to wipe some from her face, she left a wide smear behind.
Her eyes were round saucers as she glanced over at Persephone and gave her a sheepish smile. “Guess..we…..should maybe stick to politics? Well, you do politics. I can...cook…” she finished lamely. “Come on.” She stood and offered here hand to the princess. “We can finish this semi strong!”
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This was not going well. At all. As Persephone glared at her, she glared right back. “You’re supposed to be coordinated!” she planted her feet down on the smooth bottom of the pool and stood there for a moment to collect herself. Their time would not be good. That much was already certain. That meant that she at least should be able to wipe the water out of her eyes.
But Persephone’s stare at her made her wonder if the princess had more than unnatural grace on her side. Perhaps the woman could shoot laser beams too? It wouldn’t be surprising. “Ok, ok. I’m coming up.”
She waded up to the floating platforms and hauled herself up just in time to be knocked back into the water. The colossal splash and subsequent embarrassing laughter made her flounder like a turtle caught on its back. This was not a dignified game! She was a lady!
“Hey!” she stood up once more and shook her fist at the men throwing the red balls. “I am a lady! How dare you-” a ball hit her square in the face. This time, however, she stood her ground. The ball bounced into the air with an impressive SPROING!!! And then splashed somewhere off behind her. Her face stung and she tried to blink away the unbidden tears leaking from her eyes as she held her nose.
“That hurt!” she looked up at Persephone but didn’t feel like there was much sympathy there. It was time to pull herself onto the platform again and this time she slunk up like a snake, keeping herself low and on her belly. More balls pelted her but at least she wasn’t getting knocked off into the water again.
Once free of the floating platforms, it was time for the punching wall. She stared at it.
“Princess Persephone? I think…” she tugged at her ponytail, bringing it over her shoulder and running her fingers through it as though she was petting a cat. “I think now would be a good time to tell you that I...um….I’m not an athlete? And...and I’ve never so much as gotten hit before. Like...I mean my sisters have slapped me and stuff but I’ve never been punched…”
She glanced over at the cameras set up along the perimeter of the course and realized that she was babbling in front of who knew how many people. Like an idiot. Exhaling out, she nodded to the princess. “But I’ll give it the good old Grecian try!”
This wasn’t going to kill her. Probably. She knew that on an intellectual level but somehow it was hard to approach the punching wall, knowing that she was probably going to be knocked into the mud. Hovering, she took another gulp of air, let it out, and took another one before at last trying to pass. The first punching glove shot out but she tilted her head to the side, just missing it. Another hit one of her legs but she was able to keep her balance as she inched along.
Another punch landed solidly against her hip and she bit her lip. It didn’t hurt too badly. Not as badly as she’d anticipated, anyway but it was going much better than the dodge balls had. “I think we can do this!” she said brightly as they were halfway across the wall. “Just keep going, your highness.” It was helpful to try and talk the princess through this. That would keep her own mind off their already abysmal time.
They were doing well until they were a little more than half way. A glove punched her in the gut. She flailed. Her hand grabbed Persephone’s wrist and before she could stop herself, she flew backward, dragging Persephone with her. The two of them fell backward into the mud. It splattered all over the punching wall. It coated their clothes. It coated their hair. When she tried to wipe some from her face, she left a wide smear behind.
Her eyes were round saucers as she glanced over at Persephone and gave her a sheepish smile. “Guess..we…..should maybe stick to politics? Well, you do politics. I can...cook…” she finished lamely. “Come on.” She stood and offered here hand to the princess. “We can finish this semi strong!”
This was not going well. At all. As Persephone glared at her, she glared right back. “You’re supposed to be coordinated!” she planted her feet down on the smooth bottom of the pool and stood there for a moment to collect herself. Their time would not be good. That much was already certain. That meant that she at least should be able to wipe the water out of her eyes.
But Persephone’s stare at her made her wonder if the princess had more than unnatural grace on her side. Perhaps the woman could shoot laser beams too? It wouldn’t be surprising. “Ok, ok. I’m coming up.”
She waded up to the floating platforms and hauled herself up just in time to be knocked back into the water. The colossal splash and subsequent embarrassing laughter made her flounder like a turtle caught on its back. This was not a dignified game! She was a lady!
“Hey!” she stood up once more and shook her fist at the men throwing the red balls. “I am a lady! How dare you-” a ball hit her square in the face. This time, however, she stood her ground. The ball bounced into the air with an impressive SPROING!!! And then splashed somewhere off behind her. Her face stung and she tried to blink away the unbidden tears leaking from her eyes as she held her nose.
“That hurt!” she looked up at Persephone but didn’t feel like there was much sympathy there. It was time to pull herself onto the platform again and this time she slunk up like a snake, keeping herself low and on her belly. More balls pelted her but at least she wasn’t getting knocked off into the water again.
Once free of the floating platforms, it was time for the punching wall. She stared at it.
“Princess Persephone? I think…” she tugged at her ponytail, bringing it over her shoulder and running her fingers through it as though she was petting a cat. “I think now would be a good time to tell you that I...um….I’m not an athlete? And...and I’ve never so much as gotten hit before. Like...I mean my sisters have slapped me and stuff but I’ve never been punched…”
She glanced over at the cameras set up along the perimeter of the course and realized that she was babbling in front of who knew how many people. Like an idiot. Exhaling out, she nodded to the princess. “But I’ll give it the good old Grecian try!”
This wasn’t going to kill her. Probably. She knew that on an intellectual level but somehow it was hard to approach the punching wall, knowing that she was probably going to be knocked into the mud. Hovering, she took another gulp of air, let it out, and took another one before at last trying to pass. The first punching glove shot out but she tilted her head to the side, just missing it. Another hit one of her legs but she was able to keep her balance as she inched along.
Another punch landed solidly against her hip and she bit her lip. It didn’t hurt too badly. Not as badly as she’d anticipated, anyway but it was going much better than the dodge balls had. “I think we can do this!” she said brightly as they were halfway across the wall. “Just keep going, your highness.” It was helpful to try and talk the princess through this. That would keep her own mind off their already abysmal time.
They were doing well until they were a little more than half way. A glove punched her in the gut. She flailed. Her hand grabbed Persephone’s wrist and before she could stop herself, she flew backward, dragging Persephone with her. The two of them fell backward into the mud. It splattered all over the punching wall. It coated their clothes. It coated their hair. When she tried to wipe some from her face, she left a wide smear behind.
Her eyes were round saucers as she glanced over at Persephone and gave her a sheepish smile. “Guess..we…..should maybe stick to politics? Well, you do politics. I can...cook…” she finished lamely. “Come on.” She stood and offered here hand to the princess. “We can finish this semi strong!”
It was a complete and total mess.
Everything was uncoordinated. From the pontoons they were trying to balance on, to the articles that were being thrown at them, to their own bodies in the stuffy buoyancy vests and awkward slippy shoes. Thank the Gods she had avoided taking them, for they did not seem to be fairing anyone else particularly well.
Instead she stood in her bare feet, her toes gripping the leathery wet surface of the floating platform and her eyes attempting to analyse the pattern in the punching fists, so that she might pass by them without issue. There was, unfortunately, no pattern to be seen and no routine in their movements. Which meant no easy passage.
She was just about to turn and address this of Cyrene when two competitors stormed straight passed them.
Flattening herself to the edge of the punching wall, before being knocked into the water, Persephone watched as an arrogant man who had decided to proclaim to all that he would win the course single-handed appeared to drag a water-logged redhead straight through the course.
"I think you're supposed to..." But Persephone wasn't able to stop them from overtaking the two of them and leading the way through the punching wall.
The two of them were fast when they were on the platforms but seemed to fall off nearly every obstacle along the way, exponentially increasing their time... Persephone was also affronted at the breaking of rules that had had them passing ahead of them.
Huffing internally - for a lady never showed discomfort on the outside - Persephone glanced at her partner just in time to see a handsome yet terrifying man shove her clean into the water.
When the man - who was clearly no gentleman - reached out to secure a hand on the punching wall and then swung his legs out to catch Persephone off balance, she reacted upon an instinct she had no idea she had and leapt over his outstretched foot.
her grace and poise saved her from being tripped but even Aphrodite's talents could not save her landing, her feet slipping on the wet surface and her successful evasion only becoming an impressive slip that sent her legs down either side of the rounded pontoon until she was sat astride it like a horse. The water that soaked up to her thighs and her undercarriage was horrendously cold and a large amount of it had splashed up into her face.
She was not impressed.
Avoiding the other competitors as they moved around her and reaching to help Cyrene back up on to the floatations, Persephone realised that, having started first, the two of them were now the furthest back.
When Cyrene commented on not being an Athlete, Persephone bit her tongue regarding her ability to see that fully well and instead ventured for a polite smile as the lady was determined to offer her best efforts.
Moving to cross the punching wall, the lady was hit repeatedly on her way across and Persephone winced with every strike.
She glanced at the mud to her left. She glanced at the wall to her right.
Persephone did not like being hit.
Stepping over the barrier, the princess allowed her feet to sink six inches deep into runny mud and then quickly flung out her arms for balance. Faster than Cyrene was able to get across the wall with her softly-softly approach, Persephone was able to wade through the mud with a wide stance that she was sure looked highly inelegant and reach the other side where she was quickly able to sit on the barrier at the other end and dip her dirty feet in the pool beneath.
Shaking her legs quickly, kicking them back and forth, she cleaned herself off and then stood back up, ready to tackle the big, red balls.
She glanced at her partner who had just made it across and was staring her at unorthodox approach.
"I do not enjoy being struck." Persephone simply stated before waving a hand for Cyrene to lead the way up the stairs towards the big red balls.
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It was a complete and total mess.
Everything was uncoordinated. From the pontoons they were trying to balance on, to the articles that were being thrown at them, to their own bodies in the stuffy buoyancy vests and awkward slippy shoes. Thank the Gods she had avoided taking them, for they did not seem to be fairing anyone else particularly well.
Instead she stood in her bare feet, her toes gripping the leathery wet surface of the floating platform and her eyes attempting to analyse the pattern in the punching fists, so that she might pass by them without issue. There was, unfortunately, no pattern to be seen and no routine in their movements. Which meant no easy passage.
She was just about to turn and address this of Cyrene when two competitors stormed straight passed them.
Flattening herself to the edge of the punching wall, before being knocked into the water, Persephone watched as an arrogant man who had decided to proclaim to all that he would win the course single-handed appeared to drag a water-logged redhead straight through the course.
"I think you're supposed to..." But Persephone wasn't able to stop them from overtaking the two of them and leading the way through the punching wall.
The two of them were fast when they were on the platforms but seemed to fall off nearly every obstacle along the way, exponentially increasing their time... Persephone was also affronted at the breaking of rules that had had them passing ahead of them.
Huffing internally - for a lady never showed discomfort on the outside - Persephone glanced at her partner just in time to see a handsome yet terrifying man shove her clean into the water.
When the man - who was clearly no gentleman - reached out to secure a hand on the punching wall and then swung his legs out to catch Persephone off balance, she reacted upon an instinct she had no idea she had and leapt over his outstretched foot.
her grace and poise saved her from being tripped but even Aphrodite's talents could not save her landing, her feet slipping on the wet surface and her successful evasion only becoming an impressive slip that sent her legs down either side of the rounded pontoon until she was sat astride it like a horse. The water that soaked up to her thighs and her undercarriage was horrendously cold and a large amount of it had splashed up into her face.
She was not impressed.
Avoiding the other competitors as they moved around her and reaching to help Cyrene back up on to the floatations, Persephone realised that, having started first, the two of them were now the furthest back.
When Cyrene commented on not being an Athlete, Persephone bit her tongue regarding her ability to see that fully well and instead ventured for a polite smile as the lady was determined to offer her best efforts.
Moving to cross the punching wall, the lady was hit repeatedly on her way across and Persephone winced with every strike.
She glanced at the mud to her left. She glanced at the wall to her right.
Persephone did not like being hit.
Stepping over the barrier, the princess allowed her feet to sink six inches deep into runny mud and then quickly flung out her arms for balance. Faster than Cyrene was able to get across the wall with her softly-softly approach, Persephone was able to wade through the mud with a wide stance that she was sure looked highly inelegant and reach the other side where she was quickly able to sit on the barrier at the other end and dip her dirty feet in the pool beneath.
Shaking her legs quickly, kicking them back and forth, she cleaned herself off and then stood back up, ready to tackle the big, red balls.
She glanced at her partner who had just made it across and was staring her at unorthodox approach.
"I do not enjoy being struck." Persephone simply stated before waving a hand for Cyrene to lead the way up the stairs towards the big red balls.
It was a complete and total mess.
Everything was uncoordinated. From the pontoons they were trying to balance on, to the articles that were being thrown at them, to their own bodies in the stuffy buoyancy vests and awkward slippy shoes. Thank the Gods she had avoided taking them, for they did not seem to be fairing anyone else particularly well.
Instead she stood in her bare feet, her toes gripping the leathery wet surface of the floating platform and her eyes attempting to analyse the pattern in the punching fists, so that she might pass by them without issue. There was, unfortunately, no pattern to be seen and no routine in their movements. Which meant no easy passage.
She was just about to turn and address this of Cyrene when two competitors stormed straight passed them.
Flattening herself to the edge of the punching wall, before being knocked into the water, Persephone watched as an arrogant man who had decided to proclaim to all that he would win the course single-handed appeared to drag a water-logged redhead straight through the course.
"I think you're supposed to..." But Persephone wasn't able to stop them from overtaking the two of them and leading the way through the punching wall.
The two of them were fast when they were on the platforms but seemed to fall off nearly every obstacle along the way, exponentially increasing their time... Persephone was also affronted at the breaking of rules that had had them passing ahead of them.
Huffing internally - for a lady never showed discomfort on the outside - Persephone glanced at her partner just in time to see a handsome yet terrifying man shove her clean into the water.
When the man - who was clearly no gentleman - reached out to secure a hand on the punching wall and then swung his legs out to catch Persephone off balance, she reacted upon an instinct she had no idea she had and leapt over his outstretched foot.
her grace and poise saved her from being tripped but even Aphrodite's talents could not save her landing, her feet slipping on the wet surface and her successful evasion only becoming an impressive slip that sent her legs down either side of the rounded pontoon until she was sat astride it like a horse. The water that soaked up to her thighs and her undercarriage was horrendously cold and a large amount of it had splashed up into her face.
She was not impressed.
Avoiding the other competitors as they moved around her and reaching to help Cyrene back up on to the floatations, Persephone realised that, having started first, the two of them were now the furthest back.
When Cyrene commented on not being an Athlete, Persephone bit her tongue regarding her ability to see that fully well and instead ventured for a polite smile as the lady was determined to offer her best efforts.
Moving to cross the punching wall, the lady was hit repeatedly on her way across and Persephone winced with every strike.
She glanced at the mud to her left. She glanced at the wall to her right.
Persephone did not like being hit.
Stepping over the barrier, the princess allowed her feet to sink six inches deep into runny mud and then quickly flung out her arms for balance. Faster than Cyrene was able to get across the wall with her softly-softly approach, Persephone was able to wade through the mud with a wide stance that she was sure looked highly inelegant and reach the other side where she was quickly able to sit on the barrier at the other end and dip her dirty feet in the pool beneath.
Shaking her legs quickly, kicking them back and forth, she cleaned herself off and then stood back up, ready to tackle the big, red balls.
She glanced at her partner who had just made it across and was staring her at unorthodox approach.
"I do not enjoy being struck." Persephone simply stated before waving a hand for Cyrene to lead the way up the stairs towards the big red balls.
She didn’t like losing. Heh. That was an understatement. Well, he was going to do his best to keep them from losing -- or at the very least ensure they didn’t come in dead last. On top of his desire to get Evie through this obstacle course with as much of her dignity intact as possible, Dysmas truly wanted them to succeed together, as a team.
...or fail together, perhaps.
The latter seemed a more likely case if people like that dark-haired tyrant were permitted to participate. Was there no rule to prevent him from attacking other contestants? Dysmas could feel his blood boil under his skin, as he wiped the water from his eyes, guiding his waterlogged, coughing partner over toward the edge of the pool and the ladder nearest to the Sucker Punch Wall.
It seemed they weren’t the only competitors that had been pushed out of the way. Princess Persephone and his cousin Cyrene had been victims as well and were falling behind. Dysmas let Evie climb out of the water before himself, and once they were both back on the platform, Dysmas would look ahead with narrowed eyes at the asshole that had just zipped by everyone. He was closing in on the end of the Sucker Punch Wall at the moment, if Dysmas was quick…
He didn’t finish his thought and impulse took over his body. Before he knew it, he was taking on the Sucker Punch Wall, dodging mechanical fists left and right, weaving his way toward his target -- his opponent. Dysmas continued forward without caution, the only alert the jackass would get to Dysmas’s approach being and angry war cry as he plowed directly into Kreios and launched the both of them in a grapple headlong over the Big Red Balls.
Perhaps the audience would laugh themselves silly over the pair wrestling mid-air, bouncing off -- not just one -- but two of the big red balls before landing into the water below with a loud cannonball-worthy SPLASH!
If anyone was getting suckerpunched, it was going to be the honorless man Dysmas flung into the water with himself. He’d make sure of that. There was no place in the competition for an opponent who didn’t compete fairly, and Dysmas would have justice.
No one put a hand on Evie like that and got away with it.
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She didn’t like losing. Heh. That was an understatement. Well, he was going to do his best to keep them from losing -- or at the very least ensure they didn’t come in dead last. On top of his desire to get Evie through this obstacle course with as much of her dignity intact as possible, Dysmas truly wanted them to succeed together, as a team.
...or fail together, perhaps.
The latter seemed a more likely case if people like that dark-haired tyrant were permitted to participate. Was there no rule to prevent him from attacking other contestants? Dysmas could feel his blood boil under his skin, as he wiped the water from his eyes, guiding his waterlogged, coughing partner over toward the edge of the pool and the ladder nearest to the Sucker Punch Wall.
It seemed they weren’t the only competitors that had been pushed out of the way. Princess Persephone and his cousin Cyrene had been victims as well and were falling behind. Dysmas let Evie climb out of the water before himself, and once they were both back on the platform, Dysmas would look ahead with narrowed eyes at the asshole that had just zipped by everyone. He was closing in on the end of the Sucker Punch Wall at the moment, if Dysmas was quick…
He didn’t finish his thought and impulse took over his body. Before he knew it, he was taking on the Sucker Punch Wall, dodging mechanical fists left and right, weaving his way toward his target -- his opponent. Dysmas continued forward without caution, the only alert the jackass would get to Dysmas’s approach being and angry war cry as he plowed directly into Kreios and launched the both of them in a grapple headlong over the Big Red Balls.
Perhaps the audience would laugh themselves silly over the pair wrestling mid-air, bouncing off -- not just one -- but two of the big red balls before landing into the water below with a loud cannonball-worthy SPLASH!
If anyone was getting suckerpunched, it was going to be the honorless man Dysmas flung into the water with himself. He’d make sure of that. There was no place in the competition for an opponent who didn’t compete fairly, and Dysmas would have justice.
No one put a hand on Evie like that and got away with it.
She didn’t like losing. Heh. That was an understatement. Well, he was going to do his best to keep them from losing -- or at the very least ensure they didn’t come in dead last. On top of his desire to get Evie through this obstacle course with as much of her dignity intact as possible, Dysmas truly wanted them to succeed together, as a team.
...or fail together, perhaps.
The latter seemed a more likely case if people like that dark-haired tyrant were permitted to participate. Was there no rule to prevent him from attacking other contestants? Dysmas could feel his blood boil under his skin, as he wiped the water from his eyes, guiding his waterlogged, coughing partner over toward the edge of the pool and the ladder nearest to the Sucker Punch Wall.
It seemed they weren’t the only competitors that had been pushed out of the way. Princess Persephone and his cousin Cyrene had been victims as well and were falling behind. Dysmas let Evie climb out of the water before himself, and once they were both back on the platform, Dysmas would look ahead with narrowed eyes at the asshole that had just zipped by everyone. He was closing in on the end of the Sucker Punch Wall at the moment, if Dysmas was quick…
He didn’t finish his thought and impulse took over his body. Before he knew it, he was taking on the Sucker Punch Wall, dodging mechanical fists left and right, weaving his way toward his target -- his opponent. Dysmas continued forward without caution, the only alert the jackass would get to Dysmas’s approach being and angry war cry as he plowed directly into Kreios and launched the both of them in a grapple headlong over the Big Red Balls.
Perhaps the audience would laugh themselves silly over the pair wrestling mid-air, bouncing off -- not just one -- but two of the big red balls before landing into the water below with a loud cannonball-worthy SPLASH!
If anyone was getting suckerpunched, it was going to be the honorless man Dysmas flung into the water with himself. He’d make sure of that. There was no place in the competition for an opponent who didn’t compete fairly, and Dysmas would have justice.
No one put a hand on Evie like that and got away with it.
Dsymas had absolutely no reason to worry about failure, not with her, not ever. As long as she felt loved, cherished, and respected… she would carry him. She would be the backbone of them when he wavered. Whatever he lacked, she would get. They would balance one another. If they had a bad day, they’d have a better night. If they had a minor set back, they’d have a major comeback. She would motivate him, she’d carry him if she had too. She’d burn the world down if she needed to. It was surprising what the pint-sized Leventi would do in order to protect something she cherished. How deep in the darkness she’d delve to save someone she loved. Something or someone was about to find out just what sort of bombshell the little redhead was as they slammed hard into her sucker-punch style and knocking her tumbling into the water.
The beast of a man who’d shoved her into the water was going pay. She shot up out of the water for the third time, it seemed with practice there was improvement in coming up out of this acid water. Or maybe Poseidon was taking pity on the drowned rat. No, she took that back. It wasn’t Poseidon towing her out of the water… it was Dysmas.
At the latter, she vaulted out of the water with the sole intention. That man’s balls were about to become her new earring baubles. That’s when someone else passed her. Someone taller, a lot taller. A familiar sort of tall.
Damnit! Dysmas!
Those long legs of his took one step for every two she had to take. He passed her and started the sucker-punch wall with a ferocity. Dodging left and right, and missing those red fists shooting out. She wasn’t as lucky. All it took was one minor mistake. One glance away and one sidetracked thought...
Oh Gods! Dysmas was going to kill the dark haired….
Evie didn’t get to finish that thought as a fist came out and thumped her on the cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she’d anticipated but it was enough to shock her into letting go and falling backward into a pool of… What was that, that she was covered in… She hoped it was mud… It was mud, right? It wasn’t pig slop right? There weren’t pigs here were there? She glanced around and remembered what had distracted her.
Wading as fast as she could she climb out of the… mud… She climbed out of the mud and took off at a wobbly run. Her cheek stinging still a bit from being clocked. It’d probably leave a bruise but she’d wear it like a badge of honor.
She was there almost in time to make a grab at Dys as he launched himself at the Krieos.
“Damnit. Dysmas!” She cursed as he and Krieos flew off the high platform. Bounce. Bounce. Her gaze followed them widening. She glanced down at the water below… Did she have to jump on the big red balls? Could she just… jump into the water and swim? Taking a step backward, she took a deep breath… she could do this… I can do balls. I am a big red ball ... I like balls. Balls like me...
Letting out a war cry, she took off running for the end of the platform.
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Dsymas had absolutely no reason to worry about failure, not with her, not ever. As long as she felt loved, cherished, and respected… she would carry him. She would be the backbone of them when he wavered. Whatever he lacked, she would get. They would balance one another. If they had a bad day, they’d have a better night. If they had a minor set back, they’d have a major comeback. She would motivate him, she’d carry him if she had too. She’d burn the world down if she needed to. It was surprising what the pint-sized Leventi would do in order to protect something she cherished. How deep in the darkness she’d delve to save someone she loved. Something or someone was about to find out just what sort of bombshell the little redhead was as they slammed hard into her sucker-punch style and knocking her tumbling into the water.
The beast of a man who’d shoved her into the water was going pay. She shot up out of the water for the third time, it seemed with practice there was improvement in coming up out of this acid water. Or maybe Poseidon was taking pity on the drowned rat. No, she took that back. It wasn’t Poseidon towing her out of the water… it was Dysmas.
At the latter, she vaulted out of the water with the sole intention. That man’s balls were about to become her new earring baubles. That’s when someone else passed her. Someone taller, a lot taller. A familiar sort of tall.
Damnit! Dysmas!
Those long legs of his took one step for every two she had to take. He passed her and started the sucker-punch wall with a ferocity. Dodging left and right, and missing those red fists shooting out. She wasn’t as lucky. All it took was one minor mistake. One glance away and one sidetracked thought...
Oh Gods! Dysmas was going to kill the dark haired….
Evie didn’t get to finish that thought as a fist came out and thumped her on the cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she’d anticipated but it was enough to shock her into letting go and falling backward into a pool of… What was that, that she was covered in… She hoped it was mud… It was mud, right? It wasn’t pig slop right? There weren’t pigs here were there? She glanced around and remembered what had distracted her.
Wading as fast as she could she climb out of the… mud… She climbed out of the mud and took off at a wobbly run. Her cheek stinging still a bit from being clocked. It’d probably leave a bruise but she’d wear it like a badge of honor.
She was there almost in time to make a grab at Dys as he launched himself at the Krieos.
“Damnit. Dysmas!” She cursed as he and Krieos flew off the high platform. Bounce. Bounce. Her gaze followed them widening. She glanced down at the water below… Did she have to jump on the big red balls? Could she just… jump into the water and swim? Taking a step backward, she took a deep breath… she could do this… I can do balls. I am a big red ball ... I like balls. Balls like me...
Letting out a war cry, she took off running for the end of the platform.
Dsymas had absolutely no reason to worry about failure, not with her, not ever. As long as she felt loved, cherished, and respected… she would carry him. She would be the backbone of them when he wavered. Whatever he lacked, she would get. They would balance one another. If they had a bad day, they’d have a better night. If they had a minor set back, they’d have a major comeback. She would motivate him, she’d carry him if she had too. She’d burn the world down if she needed to. It was surprising what the pint-sized Leventi would do in order to protect something she cherished. How deep in the darkness she’d delve to save someone she loved. Something or someone was about to find out just what sort of bombshell the little redhead was as they slammed hard into her sucker-punch style and knocking her tumbling into the water.
The beast of a man who’d shoved her into the water was going pay. She shot up out of the water for the third time, it seemed with practice there was improvement in coming up out of this acid water. Or maybe Poseidon was taking pity on the drowned rat. No, she took that back. It wasn’t Poseidon towing her out of the water… it was Dysmas.
At the latter, she vaulted out of the water with the sole intention. That man’s balls were about to become her new earring baubles. That’s when someone else passed her. Someone taller, a lot taller. A familiar sort of tall.
Damnit! Dysmas!
Those long legs of his took one step for every two she had to take. He passed her and started the sucker-punch wall with a ferocity. Dodging left and right, and missing those red fists shooting out. She wasn’t as lucky. All it took was one minor mistake. One glance away and one sidetracked thought...
Oh Gods! Dysmas was going to kill the dark haired….
Evie didn’t get to finish that thought as a fist came out and thumped her on the cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she’d anticipated but it was enough to shock her into letting go and falling backward into a pool of… What was that, that she was covered in… She hoped it was mud… It was mud, right? It wasn’t pig slop right? There weren’t pigs here were there? She glanced around and remembered what had distracted her.
Wading as fast as she could she climb out of the… mud… She climbed out of the mud and took off at a wobbly run. Her cheek stinging still a bit from being clocked. It’d probably leave a bruise but she’d wear it like a badge of honor.
She was there almost in time to make a grab at Dys as he launched himself at the Krieos.
“Damnit. Dysmas!” She cursed as he and Krieos flew off the high platform. Bounce. Bounce. Her gaze followed them widening. She glanced down at the water below… Did she have to jump on the big red balls? Could she just… jump into the water and swim? Taking a step backward, she took a deep breath… she could do this… I can do balls. I am a big red ball ... I like balls. Balls like me...
Letting out a war cry, she took off running for the end of the platform.
How he got wrangled into this was beyond him. This competition was cutting into Con's sales for the day and he couldn't help but wonder what Damara was thinking signing him up. Close the shop for a day and go "blow off some steam?" Preposterous! He immediately felt guilty for even having the thought. If mama ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy. That was the rule and he'd learned it well.
He let out an audible sigh of exasperation as he walked up behind Lazaros, at least he thought that was his name. Not being able to see a name tag he couldn't be sure. The man looked able-bodied and couldn't possibly be a let-down... could he?
He tapped the man on the shoulder signalling the he had made his selection of partner in this event, and strode briskly to the starting podium. "How are you at dodging thrown objects," he asked Laz. With no time to answer the starting horn sounded.
With surprising agility Con slid down the slide almost too well, he had gathered too much speed on the slippery slopes and flew with immese force directly into the first platform, the wind knocked out of him. The moment he crossed the end of the slide the dodgeballs began to fly. The first few missed their target but the 4th one found its mark.
BANG! Right in the face and before he had had time to catch his breath. Dazed and disoriented he barely noticed sliding into the water, it was a fair few seconds before he noticed his lungs complaining for lack of air...
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How he got wrangled into this was beyond him. This competition was cutting into Con's sales for the day and he couldn't help but wonder what Damara was thinking signing him up. Close the shop for a day and go "blow off some steam?" Preposterous! He immediately felt guilty for even having the thought. If mama ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy. That was the rule and he'd learned it well.
He let out an audible sigh of exasperation as he walked up behind Lazaros, at least he thought that was his name. Not being able to see a name tag he couldn't be sure. The man looked able-bodied and couldn't possibly be a let-down... could he?
He tapped the man on the shoulder signalling the he had made his selection of partner in this event, and strode briskly to the starting podium. "How are you at dodging thrown objects," he asked Laz. With no time to answer the starting horn sounded.
With surprising agility Con slid down the slide almost too well, he had gathered too much speed on the slippery slopes and flew with immese force directly into the first platform, the wind knocked out of him. The moment he crossed the end of the slide the dodgeballs began to fly. The first few missed their target but the 4th one found its mark.
BANG! Right in the face and before he had had time to catch his breath. Dazed and disoriented he barely noticed sliding into the water, it was a fair few seconds before he noticed his lungs complaining for lack of air...
How he got wrangled into this was beyond him. This competition was cutting into Con's sales for the day and he couldn't help but wonder what Damara was thinking signing him up. Close the shop for a day and go "blow off some steam?" Preposterous! He immediately felt guilty for even having the thought. If mama ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy. That was the rule and he'd learned it well.
He let out an audible sigh of exasperation as he walked up behind Lazaros, at least he thought that was his name. Not being able to see a name tag he couldn't be sure. The man looked able-bodied and couldn't possibly be a let-down... could he?
He tapped the man on the shoulder signalling the he had made his selection of partner in this event, and strode briskly to the starting podium. "How are you at dodging thrown objects," he asked Laz. With no time to answer the starting horn sounded.
With surprising agility Con slid down the slide almost too well, he had gathered too much speed on the slippery slopes and flew with immese force directly into the first platform, the wind knocked out of him. The moment he crossed the end of the slide the dodgeballs began to fly. The first few missed their target but the 4th one found its mark.
BANG! Right in the face and before he had had time to catch his breath. Dazed and disoriented he barely noticed sliding into the water, it was a fair few seconds before he noticed his lungs complaining for lack of air...
She didn’t hesitate to take Persephone’s proffered hand. Persephone hauled her out of the mud. Together they hurried up the stairs toward the giant red balls.
The balls were intimidating when watching this from the sidelines. They were positively terrifying now that she was on the platform. People looked ridiculous when they tried to just jump across. Of course, she knew that if she took a timid approach, she’d just end up bouncing straight off them anyway.
“The key,” she said to Persephone as she put a hand on the princess’s shoulder to stop her from going first. “Is to take this...just right. Not too fast, not too slow. You have to be confident. Concise…”
She inched toward the edge of the platform and looked over at the water below.
“You just have to….Spring!”
With all four limbs spread out, she landed like a cat pouncing on its master’s head. Her fingers dug into the ball’s surface and for a second, she knew she could do this. But her balance slipped. Rather than allow herself to slide off into oblivion, she sprang like a frog to the second ball, laughing in her success at securing this one as well.
“Come on your highness!” she called and prepared for the next ball. But her foot slipped and when she jumped, she managed only to catch the side of the ball. Her hands scrambled to gain purchase, but alas, she fell with a stupendous splash into the water below.
“Oh my god it’s cold! I don’t like it!” she gasped as she surfaced. Mud spread away from her over the water’s surface and she began to swim with graceful arcs toward the end of the course.
Clearly she could never look at Persephone again. This was such a disaster.
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She didn’t hesitate to take Persephone’s proffered hand. Persephone hauled her out of the mud. Together they hurried up the stairs toward the giant red balls.
The balls were intimidating when watching this from the sidelines. They were positively terrifying now that she was on the platform. People looked ridiculous when they tried to just jump across. Of course, she knew that if she took a timid approach, she’d just end up bouncing straight off them anyway.
“The key,” she said to Persephone as she put a hand on the princess’s shoulder to stop her from going first. “Is to take this...just right. Not too fast, not too slow. You have to be confident. Concise…”
She inched toward the edge of the platform and looked over at the water below.
“You just have to….Spring!”
With all four limbs spread out, she landed like a cat pouncing on its master’s head. Her fingers dug into the ball’s surface and for a second, she knew she could do this. But her balance slipped. Rather than allow herself to slide off into oblivion, she sprang like a frog to the second ball, laughing in her success at securing this one as well.
“Come on your highness!” she called and prepared for the next ball. But her foot slipped and when she jumped, she managed only to catch the side of the ball. Her hands scrambled to gain purchase, but alas, she fell with a stupendous splash into the water below.
“Oh my god it’s cold! I don’t like it!” she gasped as she surfaced. Mud spread away from her over the water’s surface and she began to swim with graceful arcs toward the end of the course.
Clearly she could never look at Persephone again. This was such a disaster.
She didn’t hesitate to take Persephone’s proffered hand. Persephone hauled her out of the mud. Together they hurried up the stairs toward the giant red balls.
The balls were intimidating when watching this from the sidelines. They were positively terrifying now that she was on the platform. People looked ridiculous when they tried to just jump across. Of course, she knew that if she took a timid approach, she’d just end up bouncing straight off them anyway.
“The key,” she said to Persephone as she put a hand on the princess’s shoulder to stop her from going first. “Is to take this...just right. Not too fast, not too slow. You have to be confident. Concise…”
She inched toward the edge of the platform and looked over at the water below.
“You just have to….Spring!”
With all four limbs spread out, she landed like a cat pouncing on its master’s head. Her fingers dug into the ball’s surface and for a second, she knew she could do this. But her balance slipped. Rather than allow herself to slide off into oblivion, she sprang like a frog to the second ball, laughing in her success at securing this one as well.
“Come on your highness!” she called and prepared for the next ball. But her foot slipped and when she jumped, she managed only to catch the side of the ball. Her hands scrambled to gain purchase, but alas, she fell with a stupendous splash into the water below.
“Oh my god it’s cold! I don’t like it!” she gasped as she surfaced. Mud spread away from her over the water’s surface and she began to swim with graceful arcs toward the end of the course.
Clearly she could never look at Persephone again. This was such a disaster.