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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † betty ross | n/a,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † count dooku | darth tyranus,
- † daisy johnson | quake,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † estellise sidos heurassein | n/a,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † hyunsoo chang | n/a,
- † illya kuryakin | red peril,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † junpei iori | jun★p,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † keladry of mindelan | lady knight,
- † kidou yuuto | playmaker,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † kiyama hiroto | gran,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † lance | the blue paladin,
- † leonard mccoy | n/a,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † pearl fey | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † richie foley | gear,
- † riku replica | n/a,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † sadie doyle | n/a,
- † saint walker | n/a,
- † saitama | caped baldy,
- † sorey | shepherd,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † toro raymond | n/a,
- † utena tenjou | calyx,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
August Swear-in!
WHO: imPorts!
WHERE: De Chima Sports Arena!
WHEN: Thursday, August 18
WHAT: Registration at the first De Chima Games! Come and participate in this friendly competition of athletic prowess!
WARNINGS: None anticipated, please note if you need this edited!
Welcome to the De Chima games! De Chima's ambassadorial office has set up a series of athletic events to increase unity, peace, and friendship between the imPort and the native community! ImPorts are welcome to try their hand at competition, or just participate in a fun game of good-spirited competition. Held in a stadium in De Chima on a perfect day (how lucky!) this event is being heralded as a great way to increase friendship in the community!
The Games have various stations. After the Opening Ceremonies, which is not terribly ostentatious, but has a fun performance, and obviously, lots of food and beverage (and a picture of Komasan, the terrific mascot of these Games) the stations break down as follows:
ImPort prowess!
ImPorts show off their powers, but all for good! Native populations are here to witness spectacles of flying, strength, and speed! There are demonstrations if people choose, and the Native population is mingling and asking for autographs! Are you a superhero who wants to show people what good they can do? Then this is your chance! Characters can show their powers off as they want, and there will be time to mingle with the crowd - and other imPorts - to explain what they do and how they do it. Characters can also combine powers if they wish, or enter in contests with each other. Characters can also be spectators, if that’s more their style. And for characters who aren’t interested in participation directly, there is always the prep area: a place for participants to prepare, that needs some helpful hands to give advice, hold bags, and generally provide support!
Friendly competition!
In this section of the games, power suppressors are used to even the playing field between native athletes and imPorts! Are you the fastest runner in the world? Do you stack up again Yusuf Thunder, the fastest (non imPort) man in the world (why yes that is his real name!)? This is where you'll find out! At the end people will be judged on a 1-10, and of course there's always one biased judge! And friendly ribbing, gentle mockery, and wholehearted support is always welcome! There are several sports to choose from, including track and field, gymnastics, volleyball, and of course, table tennis (the most popular sport of them all!). Characters can enter contests and win or lose, but either way there will be a chance to speak to fans, rivals, and friendly competitors after. Characters can also be spectators; there’s plenty of arena-style seating to allow for meeting up, heckling participants, or passionate cheering (or booing, if that’s more your style). Government officials will be handling the power suppressors: they will be anklets or bracelets that characters will wear for the duration of the event only, and none can be taken from the games, as they’ll be collected quickly by the same officials.
Celebration party!
Not a gala, but a low-key, genuine sort of dance and socializing event to wrap up the day’s festivities and promote cross-cultural understanding! There's food and drink, naturally, but mostly it's a dance party in the stadium after the games conclude! Characters can mingle with each other, of course, and dance on the dance floor; there will be strobing lights and tons of balloons and streamers in a rainbow of colors. For characters less inclined to dance, there are tables and chairs on the outside of the arena-turned-dance floor, with small tokens of appreciation - small “gold” (plastic, naturally) medals with imPort’s names on them, and other fun trinkets like that - kazoos and party crackers, small toys and party favors.
WHERE: De Chima Sports Arena!
WHEN: Thursday, August 18
WHAT: Registration at the first De Chima Games! Come and participate in this friendly competition of athletic prowess!
WARNINGS: None anticipated, please note if you need this edited!
Welcome to the De Chima games! De Chima's ambassadorial office has set up a series of athletic events to increase unity, peace, and friendship between the imPort and the native community! ImPorts are welcome to try their hand at competition, or just participate in a fun game of good-spirited competition. Held in a stadium in De Chima on a perfect day (how lucky!) this event is being heralded as a great way to increase friendship in the community!
The Games have various stations. After the Opening Ceremonies, which is not terribly ostentatious, but has a fun performance, and obviously, lots of food and beverage (and a picture of Komasan, the terrific mascot of these Games) the stations break down as follows:
ImPort prowess!
ImPorts show off their powers, but all for good! Native populations are here to witness spectacles of flying, strength, and speed! There are demonstrations if people choose, and the Native population is mingling and asking for autographs! Are you a superhero who wants to show people what good they can do? Then this is your chance! Characters can show their powers off as they want, and there will be time to mingle with the crowd - and other imPorts - to explain what they do and how they do it. Characters can also combine powers if they wish, or enter in contests with each other. Characters can also be spectators, if that’s more their style. And for characters who aren’t interested in participation directly, there is always the prep area: a place for participants to prepare, that needs some helpful hands to give advice, hold bags, and generally provide support!
Friendly competition!
In this section of the games, power suppressors are used to even the playing field between native athletes and imPorts! Are you the fastest runner in the world? Do you stack up again Yusuf Thunder, the fastest (non imPort) man in the world (why yes that is his real name!)? This is where you'll find out! At the end people will be judged on a 1-10, and of course there's always one biased judge! And friendly ribbing, gentle mockery, and wholehearted support is always welcome! There are several sports to choose from, including track and field, gymnastics, volleyball, and of course, table tennis (the most popular sport of them all!). Characters can enter contests and win or lose, but either way there will be a chance to speak to fans, rivals, and friendly competitors after. Characters can also be spectators; there’s plenty of arena-style seating to allow for meeting up, heckling participants, or passionate cheering (or booing, if that’s more your style). Government officials will be handling the power suppressors: they will be anklets or bracelets that characters will wear for the duration of the event only, and none can be taken from the games, as they’ll be collected quickly by the same officials.
Celebration party!
Not a gala, but a low-key, genuine sort of dance and socializing event to wrap up the day’s festivities and promote cross-cultural understanding! There's food and drink, naturally, but mostly it's a dance party in the stadium after the games conclude! Characters can mingle with each other, of course, and dance on the dance floor; there will be strobing lights and tons of balloons and streamers in a rainbow of colors. For characters less inclined to dance, there are tables and chairs on the outside of the arena-turned-dance floor, with small tokens of appreciation - small “gold” (plastic, naturally) medals with imPort’s names on them, and other fun trinkets like that - kazoos and party crackers, small toys and party favors.
Mint Aizawa ( Tokyo Mew Mew ) | ota!
[ Olympics, whatever, sports are fun, but LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE KOMASAN IS ON THOSE POSTERS. Mint can't help it: she coos over the poster for a moment before straight up deciding that yes, she needs to have one of those, he's truly adorable and their home needs better decoration anyway. Besides, it's supporting a good cause! She doesn't know what that cause is but that doesn't matter in her flimsy justification!
The problem now is...is it even legal for her to pull one of the posters off the wall? Mint walks up to anyone who looks like they might know something (which 9 times out of 10 means 'someone who's an adult and doesn't look entirely confused') and just bluntly asks, ]
Is there anywhere where one could purchase one of those adorable posters with Komasan on them?
friendly competition
[ Mint isn't really athletic in a strength sense...but it's a damn good thing there's gymnastics! She's trained in various forms of dance so might as well give this a try. She competes in the floor exercise and does average (there aren't flips or tumbles in ballet, after all). But she's surprisingly good at rhythmic gymnastics, elegantly twirling the ribbon around herself as she pirouettes and grand jetes in a fashion that's a bit more ballet than gymnastics. It can't be denied though that, even at thirteen, Mint's already exceedingly graceful, perfectly at home with ballet.
She can be found hanging around after the event, chatting up fellow competitors as well as anybody who wants to talk to her. ]
party hearty
[ She is ALSO perfectly at home with the party. Mint flits between station to station, elegantly making small talk and enjoying her fill of the food. Mint's an old hand at parties, having been to plenty of them back home. She's changed out of her gymnastics outfit and is now wearing a simple blue dress, hair pulled back up in her twin buns. She'll happily let herself get pulled to the dance floor (it's fun!) as she just focuses on enjoying herself.
It's the tokens of appreciation that are...a bit confusing. Kazoo in hand, Mint tentatively blows it, before turning to the person next to her. ]
Isn't this...a bit tacky?
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He just crosses his little arms and looks at the posters, head tilted to the side.]
Huh...that's a real good question... I dunno, zura...
[As always, he's very helpful.]
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it's going to take a while to reach that moral, though, because Hazel is completely straight-faced and convincing as she shakes her head in the negative.]
Nah, you're not for sale. They're part of the awards package so you've gotta hit top three in an event to win one.
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after the event
Afterward, he'd stuck around to watch the other events, and he couldn't help but be impressed by the girl's grace and rhythm. She'd obviously had some kind of training, dance or gymnastics, maybe, and his interest had been piqued. And so when he spots her talking to people afterward, he heads over to introduce himself, a smile on his face. ]
Hi! Wow, you were great out there.
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That was really amazing! [And she seems so young? She's a little surprised there isn't an age limit for these events.] Did you do a lot of dancing back home?
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Junpei Iori | OTA
[Now THIS is something that Junpei can get behind. A whole Swear-in devoted to his athletic abilities, and his powers to boot! You have no idea how badly he wanted to show Trismegistus off back home, both physically unable to and...well, a giant bird demon creature that's about three times your height is probably not the best ice -breaker in Iwatodai, Japan. But here it's different.
Here, he's a celebrity. Dressed in his light blue baseball uniform to give the athletic look, he parades around like his time has come and everyone should appreciate the imPort community. Finally. And it takes him no time at all to summon Trismegistus to follow him around like some giant obedient Great Dane, letting people poke him, play with those gold wings of his, and even letting little kids take little rides on his feet for a few seconds. Unlike some of the SEES members, Junpei sees his Persona as more of a fighting partner than something that comes from him, so there's a certain fondness for when he speaks about the Persona.]
Trigsy here's pretty great. Fire aligned, you know? Which makes me fireproof by defau--DUDE WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Put that lighter back!
[That was NOT an invitation to test that, civilian!
Meanwhile, Trismegistus watches, wings twitching in curiosity at the situation. After all, Junpei's not in any real danger from the ferocious lighter.]
Friendly Competition!
[Ah, Baseball. America's favourite pasttime. Some may wonder--just what makes it so loved by the civilians? What rush does it give that no other sport can do? Why is it only loved by the Japanese imPort?
All of these are good questions, as Junpei stands there wondering where the heckie baseball is on this lineup. Track and Field? Volleyball? DOES TABLE TENNIS EVEN COUNT AS A SPORT? Seriously, it's just tennis for Ken's size. After much searching around and hounding the officials who put together the Swear-in, he is able to locat a bat, a ball and some gloves to make his OWN section, hoping that the STRUGGLE to bring AMERICA'S. FAVOURITE. SPORT. to the games is well appreciated.
You're WELCOME America.
So Junpei'll stand there, throwing the ball up and down as someone requests to be his catcher. He didn't normally take the pitcher position, usually only doing it with the Nonah Middle School kids. With a few tosses up, he readies the ball and throws it--a magical little digital-clock looking number appearing in thin air next to him to record his pitching speed.
88mph
Not too shabby.]
Celebration Party!
[Man, that was a day. And Junpei's really starting to feel it in his arms when he flops down into one of those chairs. Trismegistus was still there, obviously Junpei wanting the bird to celebrate with him as he lies there practically melting onto the table. De Chima was cooler than Heropa, but it was still pretty hot, and all that physical activity would tire out any teenage boy.
Tristmegistus stands there with medals dangling from his wing-ears like earrings. Don't question the bird.
He's beautiful.]
Ugh...I could SURE go for some water right now.
Legs...won't move...too....tired to...function.
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C'mon. Let's see how you bowl.
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competition! of the friendly sort
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celebration party!
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Ryoga Hibiki | OTA
A martial arts competition? Weapons allowed? Improvisation encouraged? Ryoga was absolutely down for this event, power suppressor or no. Grimly, he adjusted his bandana as he stepped into the ring.
There was only one small problem: he'd stepped into the wrong ring. In fact, he was now glaring over at another ImPort... and who would ever know the difference? After all, his anklet was hidden under his pant leg, and he looked like a perfectly ordinary human being.
"So it's a match you want, eh? Well, I'll be happy to deliver!"
Celebration party;
Afterwards, there was little to do but follow the others to the party. Despite his outward appearance, Ryoga was capable of behaving like a civilized human being, and he sat at a quiet side table, putting his plate and cup of tea down as he did so.
He ate in a surprisingly dainty fashion, first splitting his pair of chopsticks perfectly in two and then neatly taking bites of chicken and vegetables (they're good for you, boy, eat it).
"This is a pretty nice party. I should find the organizer and thank him for running such a smooth event."
Politeness level: Japanese.
Wild card;
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Gran was just finished getting his food too, opting to some chicken and veggies as well. Hitomiko had always said he needed to eat a well balanced meal, and like he was going to really make the argument that big sisters were never right.
"I'm amazed they do something like this every month for us. It's really generous of them to welcome imPorts with a big party like this."
If only it WAS a big party like this every month, though, that's the real tragedy.
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Friendly competition;
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Haha, totally misread and thought Ryoga got so lost he was outside of a ring, oops. Rolls with it.
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Friendly competition
Re: Friendly competition
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Competition
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Bruce Banner » open!
Some may find him looking at the timetables for the different competitions, and glancing over the map to figure out where to head to next. He has no preferred sports, so he tries to check them all out, and while at any of the competitions, he might just be sociable enough to openly address a complete stranger (or a familiar face, if he's met them before): ]
Any favorite you're rooting for?
[ Once the games are over, Bruce heads on over to the small event wrapping up the day, picking at a few pieces of food and gathering them onto the same plate, making his rounds and trying to see if he spots any other familiar faces. If he sees anyone who was participating in any of the sports competitions, he'll make his way over, a little hesitant but ultimately congratulating them for their performance. ]
((ooc: throughout the games and during the party, Bruce may be found alongside Betty at times, so if you want your character running into them both, just let me know!))
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Oh, Mr. Banner!
I do not think it wise to pick favorites.
[But she had tied a ribbon around the wrist of one of the athletes.]
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aokay running into Betty as well!
you got it!
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Kidou Yuuto | Registering
[While he's made his mind up, Kidou watches the booths for a bit first, looking thoughtful. This is the last moment before he'll have picked a side. All he can hope is that he's made the right decision.]
ImPort prowess!
[Kidou has no powers of his own that he can easily show off - not alone. So he instead lingers back, taking clear and careful mental notes of everyone who is showing off. It seems to him very prudent to get a dossier on everyone he can as quickly as he can. With or without them knowing that he knows.
Generally when he's not watching the games, he'll hang back by the prep areas, quietly helping stock things or assist where directed. He doesn't mind holding things or helping with athletic tape, and he'll prove to be an effective worker without complaint. If it gets him information, it is all worth it.]
Friendly competition!
[Here, Kidou can test himself. He isn't the fastest runner, but he's got plenty of stamina from being a world pro soccer player. He'll test out how he fares at track and field, doing incredibly well, all considered. He's clearly in excellent shape, with fairly incredible stamina for a 14 year old.
After one race ends, he's left to wait for a while, emptying a water bottle into his mouth. There's a few more sports calling for participants now. When an official asks if he wants to participate, given his high scores in the earlier event, Kidou hesitates.]
I don't know anything about it. I've never done it before.
[Drag him in anyway? Explain it?]
Celebration party!
[He sits this one out, sticking to the side lines and watching the others. This is about as far away from his comfort zone as it gets; first chance he sees, he's slipping off somewhere.
At least, that's his plan.]
Wildcard
[Anything else? go for it.]
Registering
[And along with him, the friendly neighborhood alien is there as well, looking at him with timid eyes and an even softer disposition.]
Have you made up your mind, Kidou-kun?
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Friendly competition!
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competition!
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Kiyama "Gran" Hiroto | OTA
[Gran wasn't a natural show off.
But there's something about having a place where he could use his hissatsu without injuring anyone, then he certainly was going to take advantage of it. All imPorts had powers, right? So that meant that them showing off in a well spaced area was just what he could use to finally see his meteors again.
What meteors you might ask?
Well, welcome to Gran's playground, where he stands a good distance away from a soccer net (You might think that this belongs in the friendly competition part, but you'll see, good friends.), soccerball in hand. The aim of the game? Get that into the goal on the other side of the field.
Which of course, Gran is going to have no problem doing. Bouncing it off of his knees, he gets good momentum in the ball, first knocking it on the inside of his foot, and then the outside, finally once on his head to get it high enough so that it shoots itself at least 15 feet in the air. But that's just where he wants it, crouching down to the ground and pressing his hands into that grass. Soft green eyes become immediately determined and angular. Almost fierce as he -launches- himself up to that soccer ball.
His whole body shifts, twirling in mid air to slam his foot into the soccer ball.
And that's when it happened.
A bright orange glow overtakes the ball, his foot practically trying to shove it against an invisible force. Right where his cleats meet the ball, a explosion of plasma energy erupts from it, looking just like the birth of a star as Gran shoves it forward, practically slingshotting what looks like a...meteor...towards the soccer net.
With intense accuracy, it rockets right into the net, singing the mesh and slamming into the wall in the back of it--only the distance kept it from crumbling that away. However, that's not to say that the ball made it.
It's lying flat on the ground, completely popped.]
Ah...I'm sorry. I'll...replace that.
Import Prowess: Star Line edition
[When it didn't come to sports, there was another power that Gran had that he wanted to show to everyone.
Star Line.
While nothing too flashy, it did let him create stars that now speckle themselves around the surrounding area, and he's more than willing to put them in girls hair, assuring them that they'll disappear within a few hours and won't have to worry about them getting stuck forever.
There's also huggable stars he's giving out, about the size of a plush toy (without the eyes), but more gel like a stress ball in texture, with a soft warmth to them.
Feel free to ask him for one!]
Friendly Competition
[Gran has never felt more awkward in his life holding a table tennis paddle. You ever have those moments where you do not know a thing about what people CLEARLY think you are an expert in? It's exactly like that. Due to some insanely bad luck (and even then, it's not even that bad by Gran's standards), Gran's job in De Chima was a Ping Pong instructor, which according to the rules of Sports-whatever, is close enough to table tennis to have him suddenly spotlighted in that section. Now, he'd been a rather busy boy playing ANOTHER sport (Soccer, like the traitor he is) and Gran had been sliding through his shifts with 'introductions'.
Completely not taken from the wikipedia page and highlighted at 2am in the morning.
But how hard could it be? All he had to do was be flexible. Learn how the game spoke. Unfortunately, unlike the soccer in his world, Ping pong didn't 'speak' to him like that. It didn't have a feeling that he could pass between the paddles.
So needless to say, the pingpong ball does fly past him more often than not. But if he's discouraged, he certainly doesn't look it, quickly picking it up and bouncing it on the table as his next opponent shows up.]
Are you ready?
Wildcard
[Wildcard can be for anything at the afterparty! He'll mostly just be wandering around and resting after a long hard day of 2sportz4him]
Import prowess: Ryuusei Blade edition
The crowd hushes as Gran kicks the ball higher and higher, his need to hit the right height to pull the move off building anticipation. All eyes are on him, waiting to see what he'll do. Only Kidou seems unsurprised when he leaps up.. and up.. and up farther, eyes locked onto that ball. He twists around midair with catlike grace, slamming his foot down.
As the crowd goes wild, Kidou crosses his arms with a deepening smirk. He's proud of his teammate. The guy truly does have an amazing shoot. At his feet is one more ball, just in case. Neither the net nor the ball fare well whatsoever, he notes. Nothing seems as strong as it does back home...
He waits for things to die down, watching Gran like a hawk to try to get his attention. His foot lifts to rest on the other ball, then rolls his foot backwards, ready to gently kick it forward as he lifts his head in greetings - almost a question.
Want to try again? Or do you want to come over here now?]
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WTF Your Soccer Powers Are Too Intense
SAKKA IS LIFE, LANCE
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Komasan | ota
[It goes without saying that Komasan is at the swear-in, his face being on the posters and all. It'd be rude not to show up. And as we all know, Komasan is a fountain overflowing with athletic talent, so it's only obvious— Oh, wait, no? He's not? Uh...hm...
Well anyway, right now he's going the easier route and happily showing off his powers for the crowd of people who want to see them. There's gotta be something, right?]
Can you hear my voice, zuraa?!
[Komasan shouts, cupping his paws around his mouth, to the people...standing right in front of him. When they respond, Komasan pumps his arm with determination. All right then, let's get this show on the road!]
Yosh!
[Leaping into the air, the tiny dog spins around, performing all sorts of improvised punches and kicks, a rather focused look on his face. After one more flip in the air, he lands on his little paws, back facing the crowd, and proceeds to...
...wag his tail.]
Now you can always tell when I'm happy, zura~!
[It's a good power.]
Friendly competition
[You know, when Komasan heard there was going to be a sporting event, he kind of figured it would just be like soccer practice but...bigger. Well, it's not, he's not even playing soccer, but he'd have to say what makes it even worse is the whole power suppressors thing. Komasan does not like the power suppressors. The only time he's ever had his powers suppressed was during that whole Russian takeover thing and that was...not fun. He didn't even have to put anything on that time, but wearing something that physically represents that, yes, his powers are off right now and there's nothing he can do about it, just sort of makes him cringe. And scream internally. ...And want to cry.
But he has to play the sports, he's the mascot.
The mascot who can't even be a dog right now, his powers were the only thing allowing him to be a youkai in the first place. So instead, everyone just gets some guy, a much more human Komasan waits for the volleyball game to start by idly bouncing the ball on top of his head. His massive, curly hair easily sponges every blow, it doesn't even hurt.
...He also has no idea how to play volleyball. It was just the only one that had a ball kinda like soccer.]
Celebration party
[When everything's said and done, Komasan finally gets what he wanted: Soft cream. It's his payment for being such a good mascot dog. He didn't even want money, he just...asked for ice cream.
So there he is, two cones in each paw, licking away like there's no tomorrow. It totally makes up for the suppressors, Komasan is truly in his happy place right now.]
Wildcard!
[If there's another sport you'd rather play with Komasan, go right ahead! He'd probably be curious about anything. Random party scenarios are also always cool.]
Friendly competition
[What. On Earth. Who was this dude? Ryoga twisted himself in the air and spiked the ball hard; it zoomed just over the net at high speed, but the other team was able to save it from hitting the ground just in time.]
Where'd you learn how to play volleyball, anyhow?!
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Ted Kord | Registered | OTA
[ Ted may not be in the shape he was 20 years ago, but at his peak, he was an Olympic-level gymnast and, despite the heart condition, he's managed to keep more or less in shape... at least, most of the time. So why not enter a gymnastics competition? He and his suspiciously beetley-blue leotard certainly aren't competing to win anything big, but he's having fun. And hey, he's not doing half bad for a 40 year old who's had heart surgery! Come cheer him on... or heckle him.
Honestly, he probably deserves some heckling. ]
CELEBRATION
[ After all those gymnastics, he deserves something nice, right? Ted's picked himself out a table in the corner nearest the food and drink, and is watching the festivities around him with a beer in hand and smile on his face. He's been so wrapped up in his work lately that just relaxing after a long day of athletic activities, instead of activities that largely involve shoving his head inside an engine, is a nice change.
His strategic seating choice also allows him the chance to snag the best food whenever the display is replenished, and offer commentary on other people's picks. ]
Try the stuffed crab legs, they're great.
celebration
[No imitation for this guy, not tonight! Just him and -- ]
Oh. There's some cheese mixed in.
[And some other ingredients. Ryoga really shouldn't complain, of course; it was crab. It was just that he preferred his crab stuffed with pretty much just more crab.]
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Jonathan Joestar | registered | open
[showing off simply isn't in Jonathan's nature, even in a setting explicitly meant for a benign display. it just seems far too close to bragging for his comfort, although he certainly won't begrudge anyone participating. everyone deserved to have their efforts acknowledged, after all.
the prep area's shorthandedness, then, suits him just fine. he's spent his entire university life in and out of locker rooms, so picking up on what needs to be done here is second nature. he moves back and forth with ease, keeping the area clean and the people coming in and out hydrated and focused.]
Do you need anything?
[he's been doing this for some time now, but Jonathan's smile is still bright and genuine. he has both water bottles and towels on hand, but he's perfectly willing to help out with anything the other imPorts need without complaint.]
two;
[sports, on the other hand, are his jam. long before he ever studied the ripple he was incredibly athletic; unfortunately for the other competitors, this means that the null anklet really isn't going to do much to level the playing field.
as he literally stands head and shoulders over most of the competition, Jonathan's been pretty aggressively sought out by anyone participating in a team event. abject begging usually manages to work, but for the most part he's politely declining all the invitations. looks like he's got something particular in mind.]
Would anyone be up for some rugby?
[this is a hard sell in America, he knows, but if there's ever a time he might actually manage to get a rugby match this is it. if you look even remotely amenable to suggestions he's going to be asking, although he takes rejection incredibly gracefully.
really, though. who wouldn't want to be tackled by a guy who looks like Jonathan?]
three;
[normally Jonathan would excuse himself from a finale like this, being a bit too reserved to make full use of a gala, but tonight he's chosen to spend a little time as a wallflower. he's seated comfortably in one of the provided chairs, apparently perfectly content to watch everyone else spin and shimmy across the dance floor.
occasionally he'll turn some of the favors on a nearby table over in quiet amusement, especially the quaint little medals, but his focus mostly seems to be on the dancing. there's a faintly quizzical look on his face, like he's trying to puzzle something out.
if you're close enough, you might even hear Jonathan murmuring something to himself in bemusement.]
Kewl...
[whatever he's trying to understand, it doesn't seem to be going well.]
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[And who was this dude talking to himself? Ryoga had a cup of tea in his hands, which he'd been nursing for a few minutes as he avoided the dance floor at any cost.]
Are you one of the coordinators?
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Keladry of Mindelan | Registered | OTA!
[Kel didn't have much in the way of impressive powers, but by all the gods she was ready to show off her skill. Since jousting is right out, she is perfectly happy to line up for archery, fencing (broadswords anyone?), or simply show off a pattern dance in the hopes that SOMEone challenges her with another glaive.
And she does it all while wearing new colors. Pride in De Chima's ambassador, right?]
Celebrate Good Times
[Kel considers herself On Duty for most of the night, trailing Lucy, and taking the excuse to be armed. Look, July wasn't THAT long ago...
But she will be around the snack tables briefly, not looking TOO intimidating perhaps, or glancing out over the dance floor, tired but still happy about how things are going]
Wildcard!
[Feel free to catch her in between games, standing on the sidelines, warming up for the next event, or wherever!]
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She sees one figure in armor and mail holding something so similar to what Judith used to fight with, going through a series of familiar movements in a beautiful exhibition, and suddenly she misses her Krityan friend so much it almost hurts. It was silly, she tells herself, as firmly as she can, to miss her; by all accounts, she wasn't even really absent at home, and she'd gone weeks at a time without seeing her since she traveled so much on business for the guild with Ba'ul.
And it was rude, not showing the proper appreciation for such obviously hard-won prowess and skill. As a princess, she really should know better.]
T-that looks amazing! [Smiling and applauding with quiet and genuine enthusiasm, hoping not to break concentration while showing appreciation at the same time.]
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Estelle (Tales of Vesperia) | OTA
[While she wasn't the sort of person to voluntarily go out in front of a huge crowd to perform, she's perfectly happy to spectate, alternately sitting in or wandering through the crowd and cheering enthusiastically for all the various feats and displays of athletic prowess and (apparently) magical ability. She hadn't realized there were so many variations, and her fingers definitely itched to be taking notes of some kind; maybe she could work some of this into one of her stories…?
After her own recent mishap, she was definitely much more impressed by the skill and control exhibited by
most ofthe other ImPorts. If anything did get out of hand...well, she would be very quick to offer her services - though whether that decision is wise or not remains to be seen...]1. That's amazing! I've never seen anything like that before.
2. I hope you're not hurt! Do you need any help?
[Competition]
[She hangs back a little shyly, even if she was pretty much dressed already for fencing with the rapier. While she was far from a master, the more proscribed forms and well-outlined rules of this type of competition were helpful to her. She'd spent a few years dutifully practicing this type of combat with a very good teacher, and though she'd had to set aside the etiquette of it on her far less conventional journey with her friends and their resulting adventures, she could definitely put up a decent fight, at least in the earlier rounds. Now if only she could find a willing opponent to indulge her at least for a short while…]
[Celebration]
[This was without a doubt one of the biggest parties she'd ever attended, and speaking as a noble from her Empire’s ruling class and similarly as a contributor to halting a world-ending catastrophe, she had some experience with the large parties. Luckily things didn't seem too rowdy yet, and the odd toys scattered here and there (made of a material she hadn't yet gotten used to: plastic) were definitely a source of amusement. She pauses in wandering to find a free space and amuses herself blowing soap bubbles with one of the cheaper battery-powered (and that was weird too) guns, sending steady streams of rainbow-hued iridescence out into the crowd. She's amassed a very small collection of bubble wands at this point, and combined a few cheap bottles of soap solution in a small empty bucket. Maybe she'd make a string frame and use that to create some larger bubbles instead… There was plenty of string from former balloons lying around too.]
Competition
Hey you, I'll take you on if you're looking for an opponent. What do you say?
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nike lemerchier | soredemon sekai wa utsukushii | ota
[The opening ceremonies were a lot of fun to observe as it had everyone one could ask for to begin any type of event. Nike can easily be found singing along with any songs that she recognize; mainly the country's national anthem which she has memorized after the gala last month. If not singing, she can be found carrying a handful of snakes and floating beverages orbiting around her.]
I may have overdone it again! [It was difficult to not ironically laugh at her own failure, but now was not the time for that or else the ice cream bars may melt.] Hey, do you mind helping me out?
II - Import Prowess!
a) [If Nike was in Heropa or had a rain partner that was a citizen in De Chima, then she would have had the heart to use her rain song to create all types of weather patterns to show everyone. As much as her magic wasn't for entertainment purposes, she did see the value of missing a rare opportunity to have the true citizens of this world grow more fond of them.
That's why she will show a different skill all together.
After being given a roll of thin, white paper, Nike will turn towards the crowd surrounding her.]
This demonstration is the deep gratitude I have for everyone that were naturally born of this world and those who became part of it!
[Without another word, she'll allow a strong breeze to lift the roll of paper out of her arms and begin to twirl around towards the sky until four sharp cutting sounds can be heard before the sheets of paper transform into flower petals falling over the crowd and wherever the now gentle breeze will take it. All Nike will do is bow before the crowd.]
Thank you so much for everything!
b) [Once she was done with her little demonstration, she can be found attending those her close friends and acquaintances were hosting. There will be a bottle of water or other sweet drink within her grasp.]
Hey, good work out there! Do you need help getting ready for an encore or are you done?
III - Friendly Competition!
[The moment she was given the bracelet to nullify her powers. Nike can be found nervously examining her options in the sports she can play. The few events that were possible for her were: track and field, swimming, volley ball, and dart throwing. She can easily be found in those areas without any issue. Actually, if you cross her path, then you can find her reaching a hand out to the individual with a small grin on her face.]
Hey! Want to play a friendly game together?
IV - Celebration party!
[Once the games were over, it was time to celebrate the night away especially when she was allowed to enjoy the long weekend without worrying about work. Unlike in past events, Nike was participating more and adapting to the festivities without any fear. She had found the plastic gold medal with her name and those of her friends that she was able to find. Right now, she can be found searching for them to hand it to them or ask them for a dance or both all at once depending on the individual.
Of course once she is tired from exploring everything the final celebrations had to offer. Nike can easily be found outside, sitting in one of the tables with a large banquette in front of her; however her attention will be at the night sky with a gentleness that is rarely seen on her gaze. The moment she notices whoever sits by the table she was on, she'll turn her attention to them.]
Are you taking a break from the party? Or to enjoy the night sky instead?
celebration party
Bwhm ahm--
[ .. Okay. Yes. Right. Swallowing. It's a thing. ]
I.. uh, the people were just being.. noisy over there.
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i am so very sorry for this very late reply. rl circumstances got messy around this time :(
Doc Venture | OTA!
[A test of skill! Of strength! Of sheer athletic prowess! And Doc, model of athleticism and fitness as he is must be competing, right?
Wrong. Not even Doc Venture has an ego big enough to ignore the fact that he's a skinny twig of the man, scarcely able to move things around his house let alone participate in competitions of this caliber. No, he lingers behind and watches, though he certainly casts a more curious eye at the various superpowered demonstrations on display.
Beside him is a friendly looking blue robot who is loyally following Doc around, because nobody's told him that he shouldn't just take his robot with him wherever he goes. As he watches the powers demonstration, you may hear him murmur,] Really? The Porter can give us anything, and that's what it goes with?
b ; celebration!
[The celebration is, needless to say, much more up Rusty's alley. You may find him grabbing some food and drink - plate already full with tiny wobbly things and mushy things smeared on crackers, as seems to be par for the course for these types of events - as he peers into the punch bowl.]
Is there any alcohol in this?
[No, he's not asking so that he can avoid alcohol like a healthy athlete would. He just wants some free booze.]
Celebration
I shouldn't have thought so. It tastes fine to me.
[ He holds up his glass, shaking it a little. ]
Anyway that would be detrimental to the athletics, wouldn't it? I think we're all behaving so far.
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Saint Walker | OTA!
Oh, I simply do little things, [Saint Walker can be heard saying as he hovers in mid-air as one of their native guests watches in happy delight. Saint Walker creates a ball out of light blue energy and tosses it gently towards one of the spectators, where they will be able to hold it like a solid object, until it slowly dissipates. When he's pressed to speak more of it, you may hear him say:] It can show you your greatest hope, yes, but that is not a request that can be made lightly. If you wish to see it, however, I can certainly provide.
[Just want to hang out with the floaty alien? That's great! But if your character wishes to see their dearest hope, please fill out the form HERE!]
b ; gymnastics!
[Saint Walker can be seen watching the festivities with interest, but unlike his usual bystander status, seems interested in trying his hand at it as well. He stops to watch for quite a long time before seeming to make up his mind, accepting a power suppressor around his wrist, and stepping up to the gymnastics floor.
As it turns out, he's a great deal more spry than anyone has given him credit for, or indeed, has even seen on Earth. He performs backflips across the bar with ease, body perfectly upright and balanced no matter what he does, or where he goes. It's a skill that's born only of years of practice and meditation, but it's one he doesn't get to show off very often.
You may see him at the end of the mat, grinning.] That was rather fun, wasn't it?
a, time to be an ALIEN RACIST
She's a bit tense, ready to transform if needed, as she scowls at Saint Walker. ]
How do I know this isn't some sort of con?
how dare you mint, all aliens ar egood and pure
tell that to the ones who tried to destroy the earth. >|
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KAREN STARR | unsettled & OPEN
[ If the Swear-In hadn't been in the city of De Chima, then Karen might not have gone as she doesn't attend them regularly in the first place. However, this one is in the city and she's got time to spare, so she makes an appearance later during the events. Although she's ready to slip jump into her costume at the first sign of trouble, she isn't going to appear as Power Girl, even if some of these competitions might be up her alley. Today she opts to be a spectator, rooting for any and all familiar faces she may see at some point. ]
B | celebration
[ Not one to turn down good and free food, she joins the party afterwards, helping herself to a drink offered at the table. She avoids the dance floor and keeps to the sides, mainly trying to avoid the streamers so she can drink in peace, but bits of the smaller pieces end up trickling into her drink so she has to start picking at her glass to remove them. With her attention divided, she may end up walking into someone accidentally, fortunately never actually spilling her drink on them. ]
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Not to mention the draw of the snacks...
And if she happens to lock eyes with someone like Karen through the crowd, she'll definitely be grinning and giving a friendly wave!]
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Yuichiro Hyakuya l Owari no Seraph
[Since when has Yuu ever held back from showing off? Not really ever. Or at least, in more recent memory. This is no different. Though to be safe, he's simply using a normal sword rather than wielding Ashuramaru against anyone he challenges. Obviously that would be rather an advantage if he used the Cursed Gear and activated that in a fight against a civilian.
He doesn't seem the most impressed with most of them underestimating him because of his age though. Which is probably understandable after taking on Horsemen and vampires back home. But they don't necessarily know that, of course. Still, it does make for probably amusing banter and reactions when he wins a few times at least.]
Party!:
Dancing, huh?
[This sort of thing never was much Yuu's forte. Still, he seems content enough to stick near the food or outskirts of said dancing and watching. That's enough for him. That others are enjoying themselves.]
Competition
Hey loser, you ready for another round? Don't start crying if I win because you can't use your special sword. This is meant to be a fair competition after all.
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Sorey l Tales of Zestiria
I'm not sure how many could actually see this, but here goes. Luzrov Rulay!
[Probably, it's almost nostalgic, to hear that again, for Mikleo. To do this again after it's been a while back home. But regardless, for those that can see and don't just seem to notice no difference in Sorey's appearance, it is rather different. To say the least. His hair is much longer, paler, and his clothes are different as well.]
Celebration:
[Sorey is hanging around the food, trying out some of it while watching the dancers.]
They look like they're having fun at least. I'm not sure how good I'd be. You want some?
[Passing his plate over to whoever is near and seems to be paying some attention at least.]
Celebration
Thanks. These look decent.
[ He lifts a few pieces of something chickeny to load onto a small plate of his own. ]
They're good, aren't they? The dancers. They make it look easy.
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Magical boy time!
omg. does he get a magical transformation sequence too???
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Closed to Agent Texas
Unfortunately a few of the circulating native citizens didn't catch the memo that this is supposed to be a friendly day. They know about Dooku's history of criticizing the government, and being patriotic Americans, are expressing their displeasure with his views through a variety of unpleasant comments pertaining to his age, alleged senility, possible Soviet loyalties, and ingratitude to his host government.
Dooku does not engage. He is not in the mood for debating people he considers to be so very far beneath him. Instead, he merely raises an eyebrow at Agent Texas, by his side. He has already seen how his bodyguard can dispatch an outright assassin- time to find out how she handles a less threatening group of common annoyances.
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Given the track record for these events, she's fully armored as she sticks by him which means he can't seen her own brow raise. Her skills are far from rusty despite her main combat experience lately being training with others. The benefit of being an AI with a combat focus. There had to be some perks to the whole affair and being able to go from stopped to full-on fighting was one.
"What? Are you expecting me to go in there?"
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Daisy Johnson | OTA
She wished they wouldn't have asked about Jesse though. Especially in front of Lincoln, who she hasn't exactly brought him up to Lincoln. Of course she ignored those questions, pretending she didn't hear them.
A lot of her time was spent either with Lincoln or keeping an eye on him as he mingled. She knew how quickly these swear ins could change. She doesn't see the point of showing off her powers, but, she does participate in the sports. Mostly just table tennis because she didn't actually feel like breaking a sweat.
She also stayed around for the party. Mostly for the free food and drink. If she could somehow convince Lincoln to dance, then she would take full advantage of the dance floor.]
party time
Once the party rolls around, Jesse finally gets his own first glimpse of Lincoln. It's a little uncanny, really. From this short distance, Lincoln looks like a more handsome version of him. Daisy's got a type, clearly, and Jesse was never going to be able to compete with the real thing. It's lucky they'd already broken up beforehand.
Jesse orders an Arnold Palmer from the bar (appearances, appearances...) and makes himself a wallflower, intentionally trying to stay out of Daisy's way.]
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illya kuryakin | registered | open
[ While showing off to win points and prove your superiority to co-workers and senior officers in the military is expected back home, Illya doesn't much feel like doing it here. The undercurrent of hostility towards any who sounds, or looks, Soviet has left a tightness in his chest since arrival. Even the registered tattoo on his wrist, the only physical evidence of his ultimate decisions (work within the rules, then find a way around them), does little to quell the uneasy glances that follow in his wake.
Until the tall Russian suits up and steps out onto the track. Here he is just another runner, vying for whatever place his natural speed gets him, nodding politely to imPorts and natives alike before the gun goes off. Then he's running, world shrunk down to the finish line and the wind at his back, and an honest-to-god smile on his face. And, when he does cross the line, Illya's placing doesn't seem to matter. He turns to clap the next person over on the shoulder as a gesture of goodwill. ]
Join me for a drink? There are bottles of water calling my name.
celebration time:
[ It's been an oddly exhilarating day. He's at the party, careful to skirt around the edges and away from the dance floor, wearing a dark brown suit not dissimilar from the one he had in Rome. It makes him a little homesick, knowing the gulf between America and Russia is more divisive here than at home, but part of being Russian (and a good spy) is knowing how to keep a game face up, no matter what's thrown at him.
So he wanders, a glass of something alcoholic in one hand, and occasionally a plate of finger food in the other, looking for somewhere quiet to sit and watch the festivities. ]
wildcard option:
[ choose your own adventure! ]
celebration;
Which is exactly why she finds another outcast to hang around! Ilya might notice a very small and nervous girl following him around and watching him quite intently, but never directly confronting him. ]
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