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recolle2017-07-12 11:23 pm
esperimental) wrote in recolle2017-07-12 11:23 pm
[open] ring ring, bingo?
WHO: Ritsu Kageyama and people who are probably nicer than him
WHERE: All around the city
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: Frustrated teen wants answers, does silly things for it; July catch-all, you know the drill!
WARNINGS: None for now!
[ My plotting post for bingo help is over here! ]
i. At least they're not grayberries
[ On the university school grounds of Apprassage, Ritsu mans a respectably built stand of questionable legality. He's fairly certain he can get away with it even with age alone, his professor guardian may have lost his memories of Retrospec, but was supportive in Ritsu's inexplicable one-day business venture. ]
Blueberry juice.
Freshly squeezed.
We have ice.
[ Now that sure is a passionate sales voice, yessir. Also before anyone asks, it's a Royal We. ]
ii. The hero nobody deserves
[ Some kid in a mask stands... uhh. Not that tall. Not that proudly. Maintaining a cross-armed pose lacking in passion. But the summer wind blows, and his cape dramatically flutters. He really hated he got a task like this in summer. He'd hate it all other seasons too but now the weather would be against him as well. Should've checked the forecast, should've picked another day. Wished he had money for sunglasses instead of goggles.
... Should concede and open up that umbrella, now before he gets sunburn. And maybe the shade would make him slightly harder to recognize. Ah, who was he kidding. He looks like some lost kid who wanted to celebrate Halloween a full couple months early. ]
Hey, you.
[ There's a point now, sorry if you were trying to ignore him. ]
Tell me, what do superheroes do?
iii. Maybe impossible
"Flash mob"...
[ Echoing the text on the square as he's seated at Tribunal Terrace, there's a frown on Ritsu's face even more intense than his usual one. He goes ahead and watches a video, shaking his head in defiance after a couple seconds. He's seated outside so the lack of earphones shouldn't bother too many people, but some might've still heard a pop song or Broadway that they knew. ]
No way. Definitely no way. A musical isn't any better. I can't do this kind of thing even with a team. Did anyone else get this kind of assignment? There's no role I can fit.
[ Could always be Robert during Enchanted, does that count Ritsu? Watching on, his will seems to be wilting, and his brows remain furrowed. ]
... Is this supposed to be music?
[ Well, even if you can't help him with such a monumental task, you can still take those as fighting words. ]
WHERE: All around the city
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: Frustrated teen wants answers, does silly things for it; July catch-all, you know the drill!
WARNINGS: None for now!
[ My plotting post for bingo help is over here! ]
i. At least they're not grayberries
[ On the university school grounds of Apprassage, Ritsu mans a respectably built stand of questionable legality. He's fairly certain he can get away with it even with age alone, his professor guardian may have lost his memories of Retrospec, but was supportive in Ritsu's inexplicable one-day business venture. ]
Blueberry juice.
Freshly squeezed.
We have ice.
[ Now that sure is a passionate sales voice, yessir. Also before anyone asks, it's a Royal We. ]
ii. The hero nobody deserves
[ Some kid in a mask stands... uhh. Not that tall. Not that proudly. Maintaining a cross-armed pose lacking in passion. But the summer wind blows, and his cape dramatically flutters. He really hated he got a task like this in summer. He'd hate it all other seasons too but now the weather would be against him as well. Should've checked the forecast, should've picked another day. Wished he had money for sunglasses instead of goggles.
... Should concede and open up that umbrella, now before he gets sunburn. And maybe the shade would make him slightly harder to recognize. Ah, who was he kidding. He looks like some lost kid who wanted to celebrate Halloween a full couple months early. ]
Hey, you.
[ There's a point now, sorry if you were trying to ignore him. ]
Tell me, what do superheroes do?
iii. Maybe impossible
"Flash mob"...
[ Echoing the text on the square as he's seated at Tribunal Terrace, there's a frown on Ritsu's face even more intense than his usual one. He goes ahead and watches a video, shaking his head in defiance after a couple seconds. He's seated outside so the lack of earphones shouldn't bother too many people, but some might've still heard a pop song or Broadway that they knew. ]
No way. Definitely no way. A musical isn't any better. I can't do this kind of thing even with a team. Did anyone else get this kind of assignment? There's no role I can fit.
[ Could always be Robert during Enchanted, does that count Ritsu? Watching on, his will seems to be wilting, and his brows remain furrowed. ]
... Is this supposed to be music?
[ Well, even if you can't help him with such a monumental task, you can still take those as fighting words. ]
izumi → challenge someone to a thumb war and win
Scoping around the square was starting to get frustrating, and soon enough he just approached a guy who looked slightly less busy than everyone else at the time; and/or a conveniently short walking distance. ]
... Hey, fight me.
[ To summarize with another three words: ]
Thumb war. Bingo.
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Thumb war? Seriously? What are you, five?
[ Why put a thumb war on a bingo square, Retrospec... He turns to the kid, crossing his arms together as he carefully scrutinizes him with his cold gaze. ]
What do I get if I win, then? I can't just do these things without any incentive, you know.
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It's a thumb war. It takes less than 30 seconds. Does that really qualify a reward?
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[ stoops low enough to meet this ritsu's eye-level, why is he so extra ]
You're too young to have known me anyway, so I don't blame you. Even so, you still have to pay up with something.
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Ritsu's sigh is disproportionately brief compared to his train of thought. ]
We can walk up to anywhere here that isn't highway robbery and I'll treat you.
[ Food was always the safe choice right? ]
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Fine, whatever. [ a shrug as he curls in his right hand and extending his own thumb. ] Just one round, right?
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That won't do. I need to win. How about best out of three?
[ It's more a statement than an actual question. ]
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Do I look like I have time to do three thumb wars with you? I can only do one right now, brat. Take it or leave it.
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The kind of conceit that can only follow after somehow achieving an amount of fame... to see it up close like this is disgusting. [ Ricchan you're talking out loud??? ]
If you'll excuse me, even talking to you further isn't worth it. [ THEM'S FIGHTING WORDS ]
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All right then, brat. If you're THAT desperate to lose a crappy war with me, I'll do best out of three.
[ this is nothing compared to the general war of that school he went to in his memories anyway. this is fine. ]
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Deal.
[ He's going to extend his hand casually, perfect for all the underlying tension of two conceited pricks who happened to meet. ]
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One, two, three, four - I declare a tumble war.
[ It's not the same without the accompanying rhyme, right? Sena's thumb goes right for the offensive off the bat, following the kids' very own. Such an aggressive approach... but with a temper like Sena's, can you really blame him? ]
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...!
[ Dodge left, fall back-- and he almost got pinned down there! He launches forward in retaliation in a flash, seeing if he can snag this first victory. ]
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You took me off-guard, you brat!
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[ He shrugs, no emotion in his face in contrast to the anger in Sena's voice. Well, unless you count condescending face. Yeah, maybe. ]
You've still got a chance, don't worry about it.
[ Ritsu keeps his hand open, and feels he may have to start on the defensive here. This guy's probably only going to get further riled up by his words. ]