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Unlike Cyrene, Persephone had taken the time to dip her legs in the pool and wash off the mud that had coated around her ankles and calves on the stomping trip passed the punching wall. Careful to avoid the Lady Cyrene's muddy footprints up the stairs to the platform, Persephone was not being coy or overtly sensitive to dirt, but instead trying to avoid her feet being coated in slippery slime before she took to an exercise that required steady footwork and balance.
Allowing the other girl to go first and listened to her blabber away, Persephone wasn't sure if the girl was trying to help her out with advice or just keep herself calm before approaching what was a very big drop into water with only the inflatable and bouncing red balls between themselves and an almighty splash.
When Cyrene leapt, Persephone couldn't help but look away as she made her first landing surprisingly well. All grace had gone out the window, of course. There was no poise in how she wobbled on top of the ball on all fours her bottom in the air but at least the strange technique appeared to be working. At least until she hit ball number three. With a slip of her foot, it was all over and Cyrene went careening into the water below, a dark muddy puddle blossoming around her. From the looks of Cyrene's cursing that was not somewhere Persephone wanted to be.
Taking a deep breath and a steady exhale, Persephone murmured only momentarily to herself.
"Alright..."
And with a few sprinting steps, Persephone made sure to place the sole of her foot on the very edge of the platform and shoot herself forwards with enough force to land directly in the circle top of the first ball.
With her grace and balance, she kept her weight evenly distributed and in a low crouch, Persephone paused long enough for her platform to stop wobbling before she leapt a second time. This time she, again, managed perfect centre and kept herself in place.
She eyed up the next ball, noting the slick smear of mud where Cyrene's foot had failed to find traction. She gritted her teeth, and leapt.
Third time lucky, Persephone was still upright by the time the third ball had finished shifting back and forth, which means she had only one more to clear and then she would reach the platform for the wrecking ball thing where many had started to congregate.
Taking a steadying breath, Persephone leapt again.
This time, however, she was not so lucky. She landed, she steadied and then she lost balance entirely and fell slightly sideways.
Instead of allowing gravity to take her, Persephone reacted on instinct and threw herself bodily into the ball, all for limbs stretched out to hug it on all sides and her stomach and face plastered against its rubbish crimson surface. The technique worked and she was no longer slipping, but neither was she really able to let go. She was stuck. Hugging a giant, red ball.
Sighing into the surface of the ball, her breath making the sound of flatulence against the rubber, Persephone grumbled to herself.
"So not my idea of fun."
When she was sure she could move again without immediately falling into the water, Persephone pinned her knees to the ball and worked herself back up to her favoured crouching position before she then leapt for the platform that was their next target.
Unfortunately, either the platform grew several inches while she was in mid-air or Persephone was not as tall as she thought she was. She misjudged the leap and edged up with only her arms on the platform, holding her body there with her legs dangling. And she didn't have the upper body strength to pull herself up.
She was, once again, stuck.
"Cyrene!" Persephone called as she secured a grip on the railings so that she wouldn't slip back and fall backwards into the water. "A little help here please?"
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Unlike Cyrene, Persephone had taken the time to dip her legs in the pool and wash off the mud that had coated around her ankles and calves on the stomping trip passed the punching wall. Careful to avoid the Lady Cyrene's muddy footprints up the stairs to the platform, Persephone was not being coy or overtly sensitive to dirt, but instead trying to avoid her feet being coated in slippery slime before she took to an exercise that required steady footwork and balance.
Allowing the other girl to go first and listened to her blabber away, Persephone wasn't sure if the girl was trying to help her out with advice or just keep herself calm before approaching what was a very big drop into water with only the inflatable and bouncing red balls between themselves and an almighty splash.
When Cyrene leapt, Persephone couldn't help but look away as she made her first landing surprisingly well. All grace had gone out the window, of course. There was no poise in how she wobbled on top of the ball on all fours her bottom in the air but at least the strange technique appeared to be working. At least until she hit ball number three. With a slip of her foot, it was all over and Cyrene went careening into the water below, a dark muddy puddle blossoming around her. From the looks of Cyrene's cursing that was not somewhere Persephone wanted to be.
Taking a deep breath and a steady exhale, Persephone murmured only momentarily to herself.
"Alright..."
And with a few sprinting steps, Persephone made sure to place the sole of her foot on the very edge of the platform and shoot herself forwards with enough force to land directly in the circle top of the first ball.
With her grace and balance, she kept her weight evenly distributed and in a low crouch, Persephone paused long enough for her platform to stop wobbling before she leapt a second time. This time she, again, managed perfect centre and kept herself in place.
She eyed up the next ball, noting the slick smear of mud where Cyrene's foot had failed to find traction. She gritted her teeth, and leapt.
Third time lucky, Persephone was still upright by the time the third ball had finished shifting back and forth, which means she had only one more to clear and then she would reach the platform for the wrecking ball thing where many had started to congregate.
Taking a steadying breath, Persephone leapt again.
This time, however, she was not so lucky. She landed, she steadied and then she lost balance entirely and fell slightly sideways.
Instead of allowing gravity to take her, Persephone reacted on instinct and threw herself bodily into the ball, all for limbs stretched out to hug it on all sides and her stomach and face plastered against its rubbish crimson surface. The technique worked and she was no longer slipping, but neither was she really able to let go. She was stuck. Hugging a giant, red ball.
Sighing into the surface of the ball, her breath making the sound of flatulence against the rubber, Persephone grumbled to herself.
"So not my idea of fun."
When she was sure she could move again without immediately falling into the water, Persephone pinned her knees to the ball and worked herself back up to her favoured crouching position before she then leapt for the platform that was their next target.
Unfortunately, either the platform grew several inches while she was in mid-air or Persephone was not as tall as she thought she was. She misjudged the leap and edged up with only her arms on the platform, holding her body there with her legs dangling. And she didn't have the upper body strength to pull herself up.
She was, once again, stuck.
"Cyrene!" Persephone called as she secured a grip on the railings so that she wouldn't slip back and fall backwards into the water. "A little help here please?"
Unlike Cyrene, Persephone had taken the time to dip her legs in the pool and wash off the mud that had coated around her ankles and calves on the stomping trip passed the punching wall. Careful to avoid the Lady Cyrene's muddy footprints up the stairs to the platform, Persephone was not being coy or overtly sensitive to dirt, but instead trying to avoid her feet being coated in slippery slime before she took to an exercise that required steady footwork and balance.
Allowing the other girl to go first and listened to her blabber away, Persephone wasn't sure if the girl was trying to help her out with advice or just keep herself calm before approaching what was a very big drop into water with only the inflatable and bouncing red balls between themselves and an almighty splash.
When Cyrene leapt, Persephone couldn't help but look away as she made her first landing surprisingly well. All grace had gone out the window, of course. There was no poise in how she wobbled on top of the ball on all fours her bottom in the air but at least the strange technique appeared to be working. At least until she hit ball number three. With a slip of her foot, it was all over and Cyrene went careening into the water below, a dark muddy puddle blossoming around her. From the looks of Cyrene's cursing that was not somewhere Persephone wanted to be.
Taking a deep breath and a steady exhale, Persephone murmured only momentarily to herself.
"Alright..."
And with a few sprinting steps, Persephone made sure to place the sole of her foot on the very edge of the platform and shoot herself forwards with enough force to land directly in the circle top of the first ball.
With her grace and balance, she kept her weight evenly distributed and in a low crouch, Persephone paused long enough for her platform to stop wobbling before she leapt a second time. This time she, again, managed perfect centre and kept herself in place.
She eyed up the next ball, noting the slick smear of mud where Cyrene's foot had failed to find traction. She gritted her teeth, and leapt.
Third time lucky, Persephone was still upright by the time the third ball had finished shifting back and forth, which means she had only one more to clear and then she would reach the platform for the wrecking ball thing where many had started to congregate.
Taking a steadying breath, Persephone leapt again.
This time, however, she was not so lucky. She landed, she steadied and then she lost balance entirely and fell slightly sideways.
Instead of allowing gravity to take her, Persephone reacted on instinct and threw herself bodily into the ball, all for limbs stretched out to hug it on all sides and her stomach and face plastered against its rubbish crimson surface. The technique worked and she was no longer slipping, but neither was she really able to let go. She was stuck. Hugging a giant, red ball.
Sighing into the surface of the ball, her breath making the sound of flatulence against the rubber, Persephone grumbled to herself.
"So not my idea of fun."
When she was sure she could move again without immediately falling into the water, Persephone pinned her knees to the ball and worked herself back up to her favoured crouching position before she then leapt for the platform that was their next target.
Unfortunately, either the platform grew several inches while she was in mid-air or Persephone was not as tall as she thought she was. She misjudged the leap and edged up with only her arms on the platform, holding her body there with her legs dangling. And she didn't have the upper body strength to pull herself up.
She was, once again, stuck.
"Cyrene!" Persephone called as she secured a grip on the railings so that she wouldn't slip back and fall backwards into the water. "A little help here please?"
He had yells of discontent behind him - not surprised, really. He did just knock over half, if not all of his competitors into the water, and entirely on purpose. But was it his fault? Pft. If they couldn't be fast enough, they didn't deserve fair play anyway. Kreios merely smirked as their cries of protestations merely faded when their lack of attention resulted in them being hit by one of the obstacles. Even the princess, epitome of grace she may be on a regular basis, was caught victim of being not alert enough, not paying enough attention of where she landed, which only resulted in her meeting her watery demise in the pool below.
He smirked, and then ducked when he started on the punching wall. Always ensuring he got a firm hold before he moved, it was his tight grip that ensured Kreios would not fall, even if a glove shot out and caught him. He would grunt, falter, but fall he did not, moving slowly but steadily ahead, not even looking back for the supposed partner who had dragged him into this. If he was doing this, he would do this alone.
But idiots reigned supreme it seemed.
While he had a firm grasp to resist the machinery's somewhat weaker punches, Kreios could not hold on when a strong, tall body seemed to come shooting directly at him, more or less wrenching his grasp off the wall, launching the body Kreios had intended to keep perfectly dry and unscathed into the big red balls, bouncing once and then twice, before landing with a loud splash.
Spluttering as his ears and nose got filled, his eyes was scrunched shut as he found his way to the surface, breaking the top and spitting out water, before glaring at the male who had plowed into him. "What's the bright idea! If you guys went any slower, we'd be doing this damned thing backwards." he bit out snappishly, not bothering with a reply before heading right back to the start. This was a race, a competition. He was not going to stand in line one behind the other waiting for someone else to be done with their course.
If it was a race, Kreios was going to win it. There was no honor in a competition.
Spitting the remainder of the water out, he crawled back up to the platform, and shrugged off his heavy, water sodden jacket. Pulling off the black shirt he had wore, Kreios's dark eyes now glinted fury and annoyance, as he barely paid his partner a second glance, and turned his focus on the course.
Winning was non-negotiable.
"Keep up."
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He had yells of discontent behind him - not surprised, really. He did just knock over half, if not all of his competitors into the water, and entirely on purpose. But was it his fault? Pft. If they couldn't be fast enough, they didn't deserve fair play anyway. Kreios merely smirked as their cries of protestations merely faded when their lack of attention resulted in them being hit by one of the obstacles. Even the princess, epitome of grace she may be on a regular basis, was caught victim of being not alert enough, not paying enough attention of where she landed, which only resulted in her meeting her watery demise in the pool below.
He smirked, and then ducked when he started on the punching wall. Always ensuring he got a firm hold before he moved, it was his tight grip that ensured Kreios would not fall, even if a glove shot out and caught him. He would grunt, falter, but fall he did not, moving slowly but steadily ahead, not even looking back for the supposed partner who had dragged him into this. If he was doing this, he would do this alone.
But idiots reigned supreme it seemed.
While he had a firm grasp to resist the machinery's somewhat weaker punches, Kreios could not hold on when a strong, tall body seemed to come shooting directly at him, more or less wrenching his grasp off the wall, launching the body Kreios had intended to keep perfectly dry and unscathed into the big red balls, bouncing once and then twice, before landing with a loud splash.
Spluttering as his ears and nose got filled, his eyes was scrunched shut as he found his way to the surface, breaking the top and spitting out water, before glaring at the male who had plowed into him. "What's the bright idea! If you guys went any slower, we'd be doing this damned thing backwards." he bit out snappishly, not bothering with a reply before heading right back to the start. This was a race, a competition. He was not going to stand in line one behind the other waiting for someone else to be done with their course.
If it was a race, Kreios was going to win it. There was no honor in a competition.
Spitting the remainder of the water out, he crawled back up to the platform, and shrugged off his heavy, water sodden jacket. Pulling off the black shirt he had wore, Kreios's dark eyes now glinted fury and annoyance, as he barely paid his partner a second glance, and turned his focus on the course.
Winning was non-negotiable.
"Keep up."
He had yells of discontent behind him - not surprised, really. He did just knock over half, if not all of his competitors into the water, and entirely on purpose. But was it his fault? Pft. If they couldn't be fast enough, they didn't deserve fair play anyway. Kreios merely smirked as their cries of protestations merely faded when their lack of attention resulted in them being hit by one of the obstacles. Even the princess, epitome of grace she may be on a regular basis, was caught victim of being not alert enough, not paying enough attention of where she landed, which only resulted in her meeting her watery demise in the pool below.
He smirked, and then ducked when he started on the punching wall. Always ensuring he got a firm hold before he moved, it was his tight grip that ensured Kreios would not fall, even if a glove shot out and caught him. He would grunt, falter, but fall he did not, moving slowly but steadily ahead, not even looking back for the supposed partner who had dragged him into this. If he was doing this, he would do this alone.
But idiots reigned supreme it seemed.
While he had a firm grasp to resist the machinery's somewhat weaker punches, Kreios could not hold on when a strong, tall body seemed to come shooting directly at him, more or less wrenching his grasp off the wall, launching the body Kreios had intended to keep perfectly dry and unscathed into the big red balls, bouncing once and then twice, before landing with a loud splash.
Spluttering as his ears and nose got filled, his eyes was scrunched shut as he found his way to the surface, breaking the top and spitting out water, before glaring at the male who had plowed into him. "What's the bright idea! If you guys went any slower, we'd be doing this damned thing backwards." he bit out snappishly, not bothering with a reply before heading right back to the start. This was a race, a competition. He was not going to stand in line one behind the other waiting for someone else to be done with their course.
If it was a race, Kreios was going to win it. There was no honor in a competition.
Spitting the remainder of the water out, he crawled back up to the platform, and shrugged off his heavy, water sodden jacket. Pulling off the black shirt he had wore, Kreios's dark eyes now glinted fury and annoyance, as he barely paid his partner a second glance, and turned his focus on the course.
Winning was non-negotiable.
"Keep up."
Dysmas swam himself to the next ladder after his confrontation with Kreios in the water. As a team, he and Evie seemed to be doing the best -- but then, he always thought they worked well together. He heard the splash in the water and glanced over his shoulder to see Evie in her life vest bob up to the water’s surface.
They were almost to the end of this course. He had to keep reminding himself of that. All that separated them from the end was the inexplicably strawberry-shaped Wrecking Ball obstacle. “C’mon, Evie! Just one more!” Dysmas called behind him as he hefted himself onto the platform.
He would wait for her there, not wanting to get too far ahead of her. She was his partner, after all, and Dysmas wasn’t finishing this course without her at his side. “You doing okay?” he would ask once she joined him.
He was slightly out of breath, but didn’t bother to hide the playful smirk on his lips, “You did good on those balls.”
He could think of another set of balls she could get on…
Dysmas suddenly felt very grateful he was thoroughly soaked in cold water. He looked ahead at the next obstacle, trying to formulate a plan of attack. It seemed to be covered in a net of some sort; maybe he could figure out how to cling onto that and swing across. The alternative was probably what would amount to a body-check and another belly flop into the water -- he was still feeling the sting from the last one.
Dysmas fully expected he was going to get knocked right into the water; he had hope that his shorter teammate would be able to make it across, though. She was less of a target. “I’ll probably end up swimming the last leg… if you can make it across, we should clock in a decent time.”
He knew the odds were against them. Competitive though Evie was, she wasn’t exactly the most coordinated of partners he could have selected. He gave her hand a light squeeze before deciding he may as well go first. Dysmas launched himself off the edge of the platform, trying -- and failing -- to grasp ahold of the net on the wrecking ball. Instead, his inertia body slammed against the opposing ball, knocking the wind out of the tall man and flipping him unceremoniously into the water as predicted.
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Dysmas swam himself to the next ladder after his confrontation with Kreios in the water. As a team, he and Evie seemed to be doing the best -- but then, he always thought they worked well together. He heard the splash in the water and glanced over his shoulder to see Evie in her life vest bob up to the water’s surface.
They were almost to the end of this course. He had to keep reminding himself of that. All that separated them from the end was the inexplicably strawberry-shaped Wrecking Ball obstacle. “C’mon, Evie! Just one more!” Dysmas called behind him as he hefted himself onto the platform.
He would wait for her there, not wanting to get too far ahead of her. She was his partner, after all, and Dysmas wasn’t finishing this course without her at his side. “You doing okay?” he would ask once she joined him.
He was slightly out of breath, but didn’t bother to hide the playful smirk on his lips, “You did good on those balls.”
He could think of another set of balls she could get on…
Dysmas suddenly felt very grateful he was thoroughly soaked in cold water. He looked ahead at the next obstacle, trying to formulate a plan of attack. It seemed to be covered in a net of some sort; maybe he could figure out how to cling onto that and swing across. The alternative was probably what would amount to a body-check and another belly flop into the water -- he was still feeling the sting from the last one.
Dysmas fully expected he was going to get knocked right into the water; he had hope that his shorter teammate would be able to make it across, though. She was less of a target. “I’ll probably end up swimming the last leg… if you can make it across, we should clock in a decent time.”
He knew the odds were against them. Competitive though Evie was, she wasn’t exactly the most coordinated of partners he could have selected. He gave her hand a light squeeze before deciding he may as well go first. Dysmas launched himself off the edge of the platform, trying -- and failing -- to grasp ahold of the net on the wrecking ball. Instead, his inertia body slammed against the opposing ball, knocking the wind out of the tall man and flipping him unceremoniously into the water as predicted.
Dysmas swam himself to the next ladder after his confrontation with Kreios in the water. As a team, he and Evie seemed to be doing the best -- but then, he always thought they worked well together. He heard the splash in the water and glanced over his shoulder to see Evie in her life vest bob up to the water’s surface.
They were almost to the end of this course. He had to keep reminding himself of that. All that separated them from the end was the inexplicably strawberry-shaped Wrecking Ball obstacle. “C’mon, Evie! Just one more!” Dysmas called behind him as he hefted himself onto the platform.
He would wait for her there, not wanting to get too far ahead of her. She was his partner, after all, and Dysmas wasn’t finishing this course without her at his side. “You doing okay?” he would ask once she joined him.
He was slightly out of breath, but didn’t bother to hide the playful smirk on his lips, “You did good on those balls.”
He could think of another set of balls she could get on…
Dysmas suddenly felt very grateful he was thoroughly soaked in cold water. He looked ahead at the next obstacle, trying to formulate a plan of attack. It seemed to be covered in a net of some sort; maybe he could figure out how to cling onto that and swing across. The alternative was probably what would amount to a body-check and another belly flop into the water -- he was still feeling the sting from the last one.
Dysmas fully expected he was going to get knocked right into the water; he had hope that his shorter teammate would be able to make it across, though. She was less of a target. “I’ll probably end up swimming the last leg… if you can make it across, we should clock in a decent time.”
He knew the odds were against them. Competitive though Evie was, she wasn’t exactly the most coordinated of partners he could have selected. He gave her hand a light squeeze before deciding he may as well go first. Dysmas launched himself off the edge of the platform, trying -- and failing -- to grasp ahold of the net on the wrecking ball. Instead, his inertia body slammed against the opposing ball, knocking the wind out of the tall man and flipping him unceremoniously into the water as predicted.