Static Charge Daily Mission: You're already halfway and it feels like you're home free, but without warning there's a bright flash beside you, then one in front. It's the heavy artillery! Lieutenant Cincil and Corporal Caviap launch roman candles at you from the ground until you finally make it to Corporal Ginnie, who also looks a bit singed, just like you. It's alright. She's been burned in the past, so this isn't anything new. 10 points 35 total
Today went much worse, and Static didn't really know why... It was the bangs of artillery, roman candles to be exact, that first unsettled his nerves. The blueblood looked frantically back and forth, trying to see where Corporal Ginnie was through the smoke and flashes. "Corporal!" Static shouted out. "Corporal Ginnie hang tight!" It was now or never. Static dashed forward, the smell of burnt hair coming from his own head. Finally, blessedly, the blueblood found Corporal Ginnie. Just in time to see a flash of light as an artillery shell aimed for her face. In a moment of do or die, Static lunged forward, tucking the animal under his body. In war you had to have eachother's backs, and besides, Corporal Ginnie was way too cute to let get burnt up.
The blueblood dragged himself back to the front of the booth, his hair singed, his knees muddy, and the back of his shirt essential burnt off. "Good to serve you, Corporal Ginnie, if you ever need assistance again, please don't hesitate to call me." Static said in a haze.
You're already halfway and it feels like you're home free, but without warning there's a bright flash beside you, then one in front. It's the heavy artillery! Lieutenant Cincil and Corporal Caviap launch roman candles at you from the ground until you finally make it to Corporal Ginnie, who also looks a bit singed, just like you. It's alright. She's been burned in the past, so this isn't anything new.
Despite the confusion at seeing the booth runners, Assjacked had been pretty fun. Deimos returned the next night only to be... more confused. What. What happened to the trenches? Where the <********> did all of these trees come from? Change wasn't always easy to just accept when he was so tired, so he ended up staring at other participants for a few minutes while he wrapped his thinkpan around the concept of people literally moving trees around to suit their whims. Damn.
Eventually he'd gotten into line - and it was his turn. Good, okay, he climbed plenty of trees in his night, a zipline should be No Big Deal. And honestly, it wasn't, at least until the flashing started. He screwed his eyes shut, hissing to himself as his eyes protested the change in light. ******** no- this had to be on purpose. He finally made it to Corporal Ginnie and picked the plush up, dusting off some of the singe. He'd better not get points taken off for their actions. Cradling the plush, he returned to the booth.
"Do you have a problem, or something." He set the plush down in front of Nahori, eyes narrowed with suspicion. ******** the danger of Sarcel being around - he didn't even know her nor care that much about her opinion. All he knew was that he'd gotten into a fight with Nahori after the space missions and a few of those roman candles had gotten just a bit too close for comfort...
Right after beginning your decent through the trees, you crash into a large tree branch that send you swaying into even more branches. It's an unfortunate chain of events that leaves you battered and bruised by the time you make it to Corporal Ginnie, who also looks worse for wear having worried herself to near death. It will take her some time to overcome the shellshocked horrors she's endured waiting for you.
Mihail, admittedly, felt a little bad sneaking off to participate in other booths while he was on his break but it was a break, right? Plus, Lt. Sincil was running this one! He absolutely had to come try it out. The explanation seemed simple enough, but he'd never actually used a zipline before. He probably should have thought more about protective gear, but it was too late- the thought was coming to mind right as he hopped off the platform.
He should have been more careful about that. He swung right into a branch, ricocheting off of it into another, and another, and soon enough he felt as if he'd taken one of Aligaa's beatings on one of his particularly ornery nights. By the time he reached the end, he was pretty sure he was going to have to ask Knetic to handle most of the booth running for the night. But, at least he got Corporal Ginnie. Even if she did look terrified.
Sore, he wobbled back up to the booth to pass her off to Sarcel and Nahori with a respectful salute. Then... stiffly turned to wobble on back to his own booth. He'd just... try not to think about how embarrassing that was.
Guouli had rolled his eyes at Leeroi and let out a "Tch" at Acteon's success. Game was probably rigged for the wigglers. But Acteon was right- between the two of them they could probably make something like Assjacked, and better than the current one.
Honestly the truly annoying thing was Leeroi just casually shoving his relationship in their faces. No one cared about his stupid blackrom with some stupid boring midblood! As if the more he talked about it the less people would remember that Furore's tastes were absolute garbage.
After that, Guo didn't really try to catch up with Leeroi again the first night. Instead he harassed a redblood. Between that and skiing, he calmed down. For now.
He came back with the other bluebloods, though he didn't get to be #first this time. He blamed Leeroi.
Guo's hands sat on his hips as he observed the current situation. Zipline, huh? Now they were talkin'!
Guouli immediately signed up for that adrenaline rush. He came in heroically, grabbed Ginnie and kept her head from being sliced off. When he left the booth, some cuts were freezing up in the cold.
"Knife propellers? Knife propellers! Now that's the cool s**t I expect from these people!" he laughed.
Leeroi was back for another mission, and even more determined than before. Thankfully, luck was on his side for this specific mission. A little blizzard as an obstacle? Not at all a problem for one Busthind-bred blueblood. He rescued Corporal Ginnie with relative ease, stuffing the large toy into his shirt, with the head peeking out of course.
"I did great!" He answered Ace, petting his new prize. "I get to keep this one!" He beamed. Nudging Guo with an elbow, he laughed. "They thought a little blizzard could stop me. Not even close, babyyy."
Acteon laughed as the blueblood sergeant introduced himself. A friend of Guo's? He looked... way too nice for that. "Alright bro, kinda didn't think I'd call you that but sounds good," they said, taking his hand anyway. "I'm Acteon, but you can call me Ace."
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The didn't do too hot on the zipline. They went too fast and crashed right away, making the rest of the path hard. They hardly even managed to save the dumb plushie, and frowned at all the battering they took from this run. Their lusus made a weird choking sound like ******** up laughter from his messed up throat. They crossed their arms. "Well bro, how'd you guys make out?" they called to Guo and Leeroi.
You're already halfway and it feels like you're home free, but without warning there's a bright flash beside you, then one in front. It's the heavy artillery! Lieutenant Cincil and Corporal Caviap launch roman candles at you from the ground until you finally make it to Corporal Ginnie, who also looks a bit singed, just like you. It's alright. She's been burned in the past, so this isn't anything new.
To be frank, Knetic had little interest in this booth and shy-ed away from it the first day. But knowing Mihail had gone and attempted the famed obstacle course had him curious. So here he was, running through the course like a grub on the run and honestly he was feeling good about his progress!
Until he hit the halfway mark and a huge bright flash made him practically jump out of his skin! What the grub was that!? Roman candles!? Surely there are more effective ways of motivating people!
When he finally makes it over to Corporal Ginnie he's more than a little amused to see her just as singed if not more.
"Guess you drew the short stick huh?" Gotta find the humor in this somewhere. Now he's determined to make it through, there is always tomorrow after all. Now to run a booth and try to not look bothered by the smell of burning hair and holes in his shirt.
Score: 10 pts.
Doutei rolled 1 100-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-100)
Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 3:35 pm
"Okay, so we're not taking out the trees." Scorpa nodded as Flydra prepped her before she went in this time. Looking at the zip-line, the yellowblood wondered how to make this event more exciting like last time. She needed to try and redeem herself to make up for last night.
"I'm gonna try a running start, watch me!" Scorpa's eyes lit up. Backing away from the zip-line handle, the troll stretched her legs for a moment before breaking into a full on run and jumping at the device.
Past the device.
"FFFFFFFFFFUUUCCKK!" Scorpa completely missed the bar and soared into the open air with a ferocious and fearful prowess. Somehow she maintained the volume of her scream the entire way until she hit the ground below, despite her rapid descent.
After the fiasco with the trenches yesterday, Flydra was trying to play it safer tonight. She followed Scorpa to the booth and popped a piece of gum in her mouth as they waited for their turn. It was a pretty popular booth, obviously due to the legendary Sarcel's charisma and leadership. The cute orangeblood Nahori that scuttled around the place was charming as well even if Flydra had trouble hearing her sometimes. The tealblood also had a quiet voice though so she could understand projecting a voice over dozens of annoyingly noisy trolls could be impossible at times.
"You've got this, Scorps. We'll impress her this time." She patted the golden girl on the shoulder and gave her a smile. Getting praise from Lieutenant Cincil was all the sirens could ever want. And she knew Scorpa would take Sarcel's breath away.
Well, she certainly stole Flydra's as she plummeted to the ground like that.
"Scorpa!!" The doctor's normally droopy eyes opened wide as her moirail crash landed. How could she get down to her? It looked like the only option was to complete the course and take the zipline down. Flydra immediately launched off the platform and into a sea of flying knives.
"Knock it off!" She used her metal arm to punch out a persistent flying drone on her way down. The last thing she needed was for these weird knife kites to give her a bad haircut while she was trying to reach her moirail. She smashed into the end, grabbing Corporal Ginnie and dragging her to safety, before staggering back to the staging area where Scorpa was laid out.
"Are you okay? Where does it hurt?!" Flydra worriedly looked over her dearest friend. Scorpa was made of strong stuff so she doubted anything had broken but it didn't rule out the possibility of sprains, torn ligaments or other minor internal stresses.
Well that sure was a zipline. Psy did not have a good feeling about her performance in saving Ginnie, but ziplines were fun so... she did not actually care.
"Don't worry Corporal!" she said, getting into the... well, character of the situtation, "Sergent Mentha is here!" Which wasnt exactly out of form for her, honestly. Though, normally she had a medkit, not a zipline.
She had no idea how she held on through the 'blizzard' but she did, and the plush at the end was well worth the hassle.
Tsarzi Ameroc Daily Results: 26-50 = average passed (10 points) Total Points: 25+10=35
While ground maneuvering and some ingenuity in navigation was something Tsarzi could easily adapt to, she'd hardly been airborne and not under her own control before. The zipline was a new one though.
While the change of pace was appreciated, she wasn't quite as appreciative of the singes on her clothes after having fireworks shot at her. It didn't deter her from collecting her goal and exiting the warzone, caught between dissatisfaction at herself and judging whether it was possible to get through that without getting caught in some kind of booby trap. Excuses were excuses but a rigged game was also a rigged game.
Hobo Pixi rolled 100-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 6:43 pm
That moment when you forget to select how many dice to roll emotion_facepalm
Trevel looked down the zipline to the ground. He was not fond of heights. Unlike his lusus, he could definitely not fly. Taking hold, the purpleblood prepared to go.......
You're already halfway and it feels like you're home free, but without warning there's a bright flash beside you, then one in front. It's the heavy artillery! Lieutenant Cincil and Corporal Caviap launch roman candles at you from the ground until you finally make it to Corporal Ginnie, who also looks a bit singed, just like you. It's alright. She's been burned in the past, so this isn't anything new.
Assjacked seemed like a terrible, terrible idea - what sort of name was that?? But so many trolls were doing it that curiosity got the better of Apibom and they ended up signing up for the night's activity. At first it seemed to be going pretty well- just... get up on a zipline, zip across and rescue the plushie! Api forced their fear of heights aside - that was lame, they could do this. They... they could do this.
But about halfway through, bright flashes of lights started up along with some crackling sounds. Oh god. Oh god. This was a terrible idea. They balled themself up as small as they could to finish the last of the course. By the time they got to Ginnie, they were both singed. Api returned the plush to the booth runners, and then... slowly walked back off into the crowd. They... they needed to go sit somewhere quiet for a bit......
Score: 10pts
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 7:05 pm
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At first, nothing seems amiss. The War Sounds for the Soul track is caught in a peaceful rift. The birds, the trees, the breeze--and then it happens. No one knows exactly how it happens, but it does, and the zipline track snaps entirely. You're in a freefall and the tower is slowly starting to tip behind you. The roman candles have lit the makeshift forest into a frosty blaze and someone is crying. From above, something descends upon you. It's corporal Ginnie. At least in the end, you were together.
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