>>2593938
>> Alright, Sure. Let me just meditate real quick.

>>2593938
> Alright, Sure. Let me just meditate real quick.

>>2593938
> Alright, Sure. Let me just meditate real quick.

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>>2593955

Thinking on it, you decide maybe the Godess giving tips on how to use her own divine power might be on to something. "Alright sure. Let me medidtate."

Turning your back on Minerva, you clap Jo on the shoulder with a warm grin. Stepping past her, you shut your eyes and close out the world beyond the small patch of crumbling black marble you inhabit. It takes time to block everything out.

Inhale.

Forget about the breathing of your sunsister Jo by your side.

Exhale.

Forget about the sweat clinging to your skin or the blazing sun beating down upon your brow.

Inhale.

Focus on your body, not the laughter all around.

Exhale.

Focus on the effects of your technique, not the waves crashing upon the coast.

Inhale.

Exhale.

"By Minerva's Light..." Jo whispers just loud enough to hear.

> You know exactly what this is doing.

> You feel... something. But can't quite figure out what.

> This feels exactly the same.

> Write-In

>>2594177
> You know exactly what this is doing.

>>2594177
>> You feel... something. But can't quite figure out what.

>>2594177
But maybe you need a dresser in your new place?

>>2594177
> You feel... something. But can't quite figure out what.
Ok my bad

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>>2594357
>>2594219
>>2594199
>>2594191

As you struggle with tracking exactly what the divine magic is doing as it courses through your body, you make limited headway. From what you're able to decipher of your own body structure and the "flow" of Minerva's energy through it; is that something is changing beyond just allowing you to store and unleash the energy from blocked and deflected strikes.

With a frown you open your eyes to see Minerva running a glowing gold gaze over the two of you. "Jo, it seems like you have learned something?"

The girl looks at her large scarred hands in wonder. "My Lady, I don't. Quite... Know how to explain it."

You take a step closer to her and get her attention with a look, "Hey, just give it a try. It'd really help me if I knew what to look for."

Minerva gives Jo a motherly smile as she looks to her patron for guidance, and she hesitates only a little longer. "Well, my body is different. Like. It's a lot less fatigued than it should be? No..." The girl pouts, "It's like, I'm better than I should be; even without thinking of all the Minervan magic in me y'know?"

"What Jo is trying to say. Is that regular use of Sunshine Fist, I'd estimate daily. Allows your body to contain greater power than it would otherwise. In essense by increasing your capacity for power; whether magical, physical or another source. Regular practice of Sunshine Fist makes you stronger."

"So... if I do this every day, I'll get stronger?" Jo asks in amazement.

"Battling, parring or using it as a meditative aid should grant this benefit." Minerva confirms.

"And... what will this change in me?" You ask, subtly hinting to the strange bond you have with The Dealer.

"Well, it will make acessing the peaks of your power much easier fo you." She giggles "Why don't you bring the full scope of your power to bear Purps?"

> Because this isn't me vs You. This is Jo and I against you.

> Because I don't want to wreck the whole beach.

> Sure thing. Activate Divine Zen.

> Because I really don't want to grievously injure myself in a friendly spar on a rare day of peace.

> Write-In

>>2594588

> Sure thing. Activate Divine Zen.

>>2594588
>> Because I don't want to wreck the whole beach.

>>2594588

> Sure thing. Activate Divine Zen.

>>2594588
>Sure thing. Activate Divine Zen.
The beach is already being wrecked. If we can do more damage then Hona we win a prize!

>>2594768
I was more likw our godess told us too

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>>2594804
>>2594768
>>2594750
>>2594631
>>2594589

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOGkZsuFILU

Without further ado you reach into the well of your power, pushing past the feelings of pride that allow you to release your iconic purple flames and head straight for the vast ocean of power that comes with your mightiest form.

Inhale.

Your hair lengthens and turns blonde, deep red eyes becoming as gold as the Godess standing in front of you. A column of light explodes into the air as you unleash your power, a vast beacon that brings all merriement on the beach to a pause. A pair of spectral wings erupt from your back like two geysers of flame, stretched to full wingspan and puling you into the air gracefully.

Exhale.

Gold crawls all across your body, skin, clothing and all the appearance of a Steward of Minerva and the form of one replacing that of the pale, purple haired woman who stood on the black marble a moment prior. More cracks begins racing away from the site of your transformation, threatening to send the outcrop careening into the water.

Inhale.

You open your eyes giving Jo a thumbs up as she mutters frantic and adulant prayers; as she always does when seeing this form. Like a sun yourself, you bathe the fishermen and harpies in the vicinity in your golden light and revel in your tremendous power in this one glorious moment.

"And what have you noticed my Child?" Minerva asks.

This time your answer is instant, "It's not tearing me apart inside. Is that just because of the energy of blocking your attacks?"

"No my child. Sunshine Fist, improves your ability to hold power. Containing power on this level is like a tolerance. Traditionally there are two ways to improve said, tolerance; either by becoming incredibly powerful physically, or acclimating your body to powers beyond it's normal comprehension."

You follow her trian of thought to it's logical destination; "And practicing Sunshine Fist regularly. Speeds up the acclimation?"

She tilts her head, "Exactly. It will not be instant, in fact it will still be a process. But this stable transformation will come if you plan and adhere to a regimen of daily Sunshine Fist practice."

"Well, right now I am stil leaning heavily on the power I siphoned..."

> But this is enough to end this. (Attack)

> But it's amaing to see how far I can go

> But I'm still no Steward of Minerva

> But Jo deserves some one on one learning. So I'll take my leave.

> Write-In

>>2595243
>But this is enough to end this. (Attack)
Don't skip wing day, got it.

>>2595243
> But this is enough to end this. (Attack)

>>2595243
>> But I'm still no Steward of Minerva

>>2595243

> But this is enough to end this. (Attack)

Going to turn in for bed guys. Having a lot of fun with the non canon stuff. Let's me reveal stuff about potential development paths for Purps and shine a light on some side characters.

Hope you're enjoying beach stuff too. Hopefully by the time this thread dies irl will have clamed enough for me to do canon stuff again.

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>>2595329
>>2595305
>>2595271
>>2595261

""Well, right now I am still leaning heavily on the power I siphoned." You grin and cannon through the air towards Minerva, wings tucked into your back as a slight rotation adds a little bit of oomph to your already cataclysmic strike, "But this is enough to end this."

The attack is swift and with enough power to toppple an island, accompanied by an impact that dwarfed the sound of thunder and enough light to turn the blue sky gold.

Her palm strikes your chest.

The outcropping of marble crumbles to dust beneath the feet of Jo and the fishermen, harpies tumbling form the sky. One white feathered owl harpy managing to stay airborne ever so slightly and witness the spectacle.

Your Divine Zen goes out like a light, not dispelled but just entirely broken through. As your hair returns to it's normal length and hue, you feel so incredibly weak. The last revertion is your eyes, the brilliant gold receding into dull scarlet gradually before the Godess' imperious and affronted gaze.

Minerva floats in the air effortlessly, clutching the front of your bikini with the hand that struck your sternum; not only did she stop your momentum, break your divine zen, do just enough damage to empty your reserves without causing any permanent damage, she also managed to catch you in mid air.

The world seems to be spinning as the golden figure fills your vision, your chest seemingly sizzling from being so close to her after such an outpouring of power. "Foolish, Purps." She chides gently, "You are mighty indeed, but you are but a mortal."

You try to ball up your first and striks at her, but she simply lets it impact her cheek without even interrupting her speech or howing any recognition of the punch landing. "The gap between our powers is that of a Griffon and a badger. Though you have taken strides to closing the gap my dear child. Remember that palm strike well the next time you feel unstoppable." There's a slight edge to her voice as she raises you up to look in your unfocused red eyes. "Because no other god posesses even a shred of the mercy I have. And next time you try to turn a lesson into a battle; I will not settle for such a pithy fraction of my power. Understood?"

> Yes Lady Minerva

> I won't stop trying to beat you.

> Write-In

>>2596720
>Yes Lady Minerva
So fucking touchy, doesn't she know that if someone doesn't end up in bandages it hasn't been a proper spar?

>>2596720
>> Yes Lady Minerva

>>2596720
> I won't stop trying to beat you.

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>>2597227
>>2596858
>>2596727

"Yes Lady Minerva." You promise in her grip, the quite staggering power difference between you underscored and made unquestionably clear by her display. Down below you see Jo dragging a half dozen or so of the fisherpeople and harpies who found themselves in distress due to the sheer explosiveness of their entry into the water. She looks like a farmer's daughter carrying sacks of grain instead of a fierce warrior saving lives, so much so is her approachability under what must be considerable strain even for the girl.

Jo really does have a unique charisma about her, as even though she cannot compose a complex speech or sing her Lady's songs. Her very presence and mannerisms just seem to endear her as a champion of the common man.

This line of consideraiton is broken as Minerva drops you down towards the ever churning blue waves below, as she gets further and further away; she waves. "Enjoy the rest of your day off dear Purps!"

And with a splash. Your schedule is freed up.

> Wander

> Find someone (who?)

> Just swim for a while

> Do something specific?

> Write-In

>>2597295
>> Do something specific?
Go find a big game to go to.

>>2597298
Okay, I guess, some beach volleyball, idk.

>>2597295
> Wander

>>2597328
I was thinking some beach baseball.

>>2597914
>>2597345
>>2597328
>>2597298

Okay so here's our options.

> That looks like someone rallying teams. Why's he handing out clubs?

> A few people are erecting a net

> Oh my Gods are they playing capture the flag up there?

>>2598018
>> That looks like someone rallying teams. Why's he handing out clubs?

>>2598018
> Oh my Gods are they playing capture the flag up there?

>>2598018
>> Oh my Gods are they playing capture the flag up there?

>>2598018
> That looks like someone rallying teams. Why's he handing out clubs?

>>2598018
>> Oh my Gods are they playing capture the flag up there?

>>2598018
>That looks like someone rallying teams. Why's he handing out clubs?
How about a new game? I call it spot the tie!

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>>2598109
>>2598082
>>2598077
>>2598065
>>2598061
>>2598023

Next vote decides...

THE TENSION OF WHICH CONSEQUENCELESS FILLER SPORT WILL BE PLAYED!

>>2597295
> That looks like someone rallying teams. Why's he handing out clubs?

>>2598480

And that's it.

Prepare yourselves anons.

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>>2598109
>>2598082
>>2598077
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>>2598480

Emerging from the chest high water like some long dormant monster ready to wreak havoc on the mainland, you set out to do the one thing nobody expects Purps, the immortal killing machine to do this day.

You make it your mission, nay goal, nay purpose in life this day. To have fun, without sparring or getting drunk. And off you go in search of your great quest with the glorious orange sun of Minerva and the tolerable red sun of Octavius drying you off completely within four steps.

"If I were going to have wholesome fun, what would I do?" You ask yourself, pleading out for the universe to give you a hint as to what you should do.

And like a message sent directly into your brain, a man with his eyes shut and a wide smile begins calling out for extra players to join him in his weird diamond game. His peculiar accent isn't enough to prevent his instructions being understood, meaning that two teams are forming around him.

The team wearing blue ribbons have a half dozen or so clubs and you're vaguely certain you recognise a couple of faces from the academy. On your other hand, the team wearing the green ribbons boast your organizer's membership and Ser Quan Gofrey De Monfort, Supreme Commander of the Grand Republican Army.

> Chat with Host and have him balance teams. (Socialise a little first)

> You want to be a clubber! (Join Blue Team)

> Huh, wonder what the non club team do? (Join Green Team)

> Check out the space he's cleared. Get a feel for the size.

> Write-In

>>2598594
>> Chat with Host and have him balance teams. (Socialise a little first)

>>2598594
Chat with Host and have him balance teams. (Socialise a little first)

>>2598594
>Chat with Host and have him balance teams. (Socialise a little first
Does the team with bats really just wail on the other team? That seems like it would only be fun for one team.

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>>2598904
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>>2598597

"So uh... Guy?" You poke him on the shoulder, "I don't really know what's going on, but I'd be down to play."

He seems to pause for you a moment, his eyes ever so slightly opening to show slits of green. "You seek to play with us you are more than welcome my old friend. It will be a fine rematch for all who are in attendance on this fine morning."

"Rematch?" You ask oddly while he greets you, "I'm sorry have we met before?"

There's a little flash of hurt or anger on his face, quick enough that you cannot really pin down which it was. "Well, if you don't remember me.. It will be fun to reacquaint myself with you Suzie."

That... causes you to tilt your head, "Suzie?"

"That was the name you were intorduced as? In Lazman?" The man's confusion seems to get more and more desperate.

"Giovanni Benedicci?" He implores, eyes now half open and somehow terrifyingly enrapturing you with their feverish need. "You do not remember-ah me at all?"

You shake your head with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry. For what it's worth I have terrible memory problems and don't even remember visiting Lazman."

That news kind of deflates him, the lanky man's eyes shutting again and his smile widening in a rather odd defensive mechanism. "Well then, do you ah remember baseball?"

You go out of your way to be friendly stepping closer to him and throwing an arm round his shoulders in a rather uncanny mimicry of actual camaraderie."No. I assume it's the game we're playing? Do the clubbers just attack the other team?"

"N." He shakes his head, "There-a called-a batters. My team throw the ball at them and they try to hit it."

"Oh. So then what?" You deadpan.

He smiles and hands you a blue ribbon to join the blue team. As you begin walking towards the clubbers he lays down some basic rules, "They run around the diamond and if they make it all the way round they geta the point."

"So, how do you stop us getting round the slabs?"

He is quick to respond as if anticipating this, "Bases. If we throw the ball to the person standing on the base you haven't reached yet, you're essentially stopped from advancing and have to run back."

The rules of baseball continue to be explained and you think you've got it all down. While waiting for your turn to bat, you find yourself on the bench sitting next to your roomate Cellahad.

"Hello Purps." She waves at you politely. "That seemed like an awkward conversation huh?"

"You have no idea Cella." Somehow you've begun rubbing your bicep at the sheer discomfort of the guy knowing a previous you.

"Old Flame?" She teases.

"WHAT NO!"

> I didn't think sports were your thing.

> OH LOOK I AM UP TO BAT

> Look he just knew me from before I woke up as purps okay! Seemed like we had a rivalry or something?

> Apparently we met at Lazman and I totally forgot.

> Write-In

>>2600663
> Look he just knew me from before I woke up as purps okay! Seemed like we had a rivalry or something?

> Apparently we met at Lazman and I totally forgot.

>>2600663
>> Look he just knew me from before I woke up as purps okay! Seemed like we had a rivalry or something?

>>2600663
>I didn't think sports were your thing.
Don't get defensive, go on the offensive.

>>2600663
>> Apparently we met at Lazman and I totally forgot.
> I didn't think sports were your thing.

>>2600826
>>2600791
>>2600725
>>2600671

Tied. Will write a fucked up hyrbid in eight minutes unless someone breaks.

>>2600826
>>2600791
>>2600725

Okay so maybe I fell asleep. Will write after I eat.

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You looks almost furious that she would ever think that, "Look, you know my deal. With the ressurecting and forgetting. Apprently we met at Lazman, BEFORE I was Purps; as such I've totally forgot who he is..." You whisper mostly to yourself, "Or where Lazman is."

"Ouch, that's gotta sting. Thinking you're catching up with a friend and they don't even remember you." As nice and well meaning as Cellahad is, reassuring and understanding what not to say has never been particularly within the genius' skillset.

"Yeah he mentioned something about a rematch?" And then everything changes, the shoddy bench you were on sinking a foot into the ground as the beach begins to quake.

Green grass sprouts across what is rapidly becoming a field; parts of the white sand instantly reddening and hardening into packed clay as a mound rises in the centre of everything. Huge pillars of interlocking metal beams start framing the play area, bright crytals exploding into life despite this match taking place in the early morning.

As you look around in wonder, your bikini is replaced instead by a long blue and white uniform. Cellahad physically yelping as he more modest clothing recieves the same treatment; "But... that's impossible my wards aren't even-"

The picnice areas that were dotted around this section of the beach have also been changed, rising into the air as towering seating sections that overlook this almost colleseum esque environment that someone has created.

And that someone is obvious; he stands on the mound with a strangely reptillian skin and eyes as sparkling green as his pinstriped uniform - is Giovanni Bennedicci.

His team all file in behind their new leader, as he begins issuing orders of where each one should stand and coming up with some kind of gameplan.

A voice seems to ring out impossibly loud and everywhere at once. Some mysterious man with a voice larger than life, "Welcome everyone to the beach baseball masters! Sponsored by the Bennedicci crime family! From South, East and West, you've come today to witness the return of the grudge match from 39 years ago! Suzie vs Giovanni!"

There's a huge number of fans filing into the seating on all sides. Somehow, people have already managed to get their hands on uniforms and coloured foam fingers bearing each team's insignia. Huh, Griffon and a treet for your side.

Your red eyes lock onto a particular sign being held aloft by a full row of people way in the back, "Is that a picture of my face?"

"I think the focus of the picture is more on your chest honestly." Cellahad drily answers. "I wonder if that's from when you toured with the sirens?"

"ANYWAY, let's get back to the fact we're in some kind of magical sport game." You pause, "Also since when do you play sports?"

"I lost a bet to Stella alright?" She whines.

> Has uh, anyone played this game before?
> Take charge and work out who should club first.
> Cellahad, what's the plan?
> Grab a club, get this started right.
> Write-In

>>2603271
> Grab a club, get this started right.

>>2603271
>> Has uh, anyone played this game before?

>>2603271
>Has uh, anyone played this game before?
We should get someone else to go first so we can learn from then. Though maybe saying we can learn is overly optimistic.

>>2603271
> Has uh, anyone played this game before?

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>>2603652
>>2603584
>>2603529
>>2603397

Another of Giovanni's teammates has donned half plate armour and is currently trying to catch the ball being rocketed at him by Giovanni. The ludicrous speed behind the man's throws costantly send gusts of wind throughout the stadium as he warms himself up.

This does not inspire confidence as your team huddles around to get some prematch strategising done, "So uh. Has anyone played this game before?"

A chorus of nuh uhs, nopes and general disagreement goes up. "Well that's not good." Cellahad says, the look on her face similar to the very few times you've seen her struggle with schoolwork. "It seems like our main obstacle to competing is going to be learning the rules and strategies of this game. Then once we have information we'd at least know how to give ourselves a fighting chance against Giovanni."

Everyone has went silent, looking at Cella. "I nominate Cellahad as Captain." You blurt.

"Seconded!" Klaus, of all people says.

"Thirded!" Says Warlord Chiron who you'd somehow managed not to notice being on your side.

Cellahad blushes and stammers, "I-If thats what everyone wants." She swallows back her tension, "Well. First up to bat we need someone small. Because itll make it harder for Giovanni to get it in the acceptable strike zone."

Chiron speaks up, "You an' this Freyja here's our two pipsqueaks Boss... Plus there's chance my enigma will work once I've seen a few rounds a this game."

"Uh, Freyja! You're up." Cellahad declares.

The white haired girl gives a smile before her armour crawls over her casual wear like she were submerged in liquid metal. The tiny girl suddenly six foot four and striding to the plate. Nobody has the heart to make her take a bat instea of her crystal polearm.

Oddly enough her armour seems to be slightly blue tinted. "Using her armour like this goes against the plan Cella."

"Frick! What is she doing?" The redhead responds stamping her foot on the dirt and popping a piece of chewable candy into her mouth as she paces the dugout.

"BATTER UP" Shouts Giovanni, the crowd hitting fever pitch as the baseball maestro faces off against the mechanical warrior.

> She strikes out

> She grounds out

> Flyball out

> She manages to get a single

> Write-In

>>2603960
She cuts the ball in half but the 2 half’s go out of bounds

>>2603960
Backing this >>2603974

>>2603974
secconding

Star's going to be continuing tomorrow afternoon. Has something he can only do today.

>>2610759
>>2604212
>>2603980
>>2603974

Sorry guys, will write after dinner. Balancing my limited time is difficult right now.

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>>2610759
>>2604212
>>2603980
>>2603974

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdpzTcYySU4

Giovanni leans back almost in slow motion, his left leg bent and held tight to his abdomen whilst moving. Like a reed in the wind his bending is slow and methodical before he kicks up his leg and whips his entire body forward like a striking snake, somewhere amongst that movement your eye left the ball in his glove - because you physically gasp from shock when you see the white blur flying at Freyja in front of the... uh, glove catchy person.

Cellahad makes a small noise of interest as the ball thuds into the big man behind Freyja's glove with a smack that echoes around the stadium; "STRIKE ONE!" The man shouts.

The ball is tossed back to GIovanni and the slow coiling repeats, but when the ball leaves his hand; something's wrong. Something's different, "It's curving?!" You call out when the streak heads towards Freyja. The girl still swings despite the ball dipping outside the "strike" area.

With a lilting reverberation like a choiral high note, the crytsalised halberd cuts a wide blue arc that splits the ball in twain. One half of the ball thumps to the ground between both of her legs while the other cuts a wide arc off to the left and over the crowds' heads in an almost horizontal rising arc that you imagine collided with one of the titanic waves the gods are creating.

A moment of silent confusion until the man behind Freyja shouts, "Foul Ball?" In a far from convinced tone.

> Protest the decision

> Ask Cellahad what she noticed

> Begin warming up for Freyja striking out

> Silently observer Giovanni's next pitch.

> Write-In

>>2613981
>> Begin warming up for Freyja striking out
> Ask Cellahad what she noticed

>>2613981
> Write-In
>"Hit it with the blunt part next time, Freyja! Get focused, you don't know what this guy's gonna throw at you!"

>>2613981
>Hit it with the blunt part next time
Also what’s a foul ball it looked fine to me

Going to try and crank out two or three updates today. After Baseball might bring Beach non canons to a conclusion.

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>>2614510
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>>2613987

You step out of the dugout and hold one of the weird round topped clubs by the handle. Taking your time to adjust your gip and stance a few times while trying to find something that just feels natural. There's a bit of disruption on the field as everyone tries to track down another ball, so you have time.

"Okay Cela, what did you notice?" You ask while trying out a couple different swings. First one's way too high, second one you cant follow through fluidly.

"Well the first throw he kicked his leg before snapping back forwards and it was so fast. The second time there was no kick, even though the ball was slower it seemed to curve and drop almost at the very last second." Cellahad bites her thumb, "I wish I knew more but-"

"YOU'RE OUT!" The man behind Freyja shouts as despite her swing sending shockwaves towards and past Giovanni, the ball manages to pass between her and her halberd on the inside corner of the strike zone. The biomechanical amrour aorund her melts away to reveal a furious looking white haired girl.

All you can offer her as you take her place is a warm smile and reasurring pat on her shoulder. And then you step up to the plate, staring down Giovanni as much as you can stare down a man who's eyes are totally shut.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdpzTcYySU4

AND HERE WE GO! GIOVANNI FACES HIS RIVAL ON THE MOUND! LETS SEE WHAT HAPPENS

You see his sickly sweet smiles spread as he kicks his feet through the dusty pitcher's mound, as you bend your knees and heft your bat the combat instincts in you work overtime in an attempt to turn their hand to analysis of pitching. He has to throw within that strike zone... so just act like it's a bomb or something he's throwing.

That might work right?

> You get a single

> He walks you

> You triple

> HOME RUN

> Strikeout.

>>2618082
> HOME RUN

WHATCOULDGOWRONGGREATESTRIVAL

>>2618082
>HOME RUN

>>2618082
>> You get a single

>>2618082
>You get a single

>>2618563
>>2618428
>>2618309
>>2618302

FINALLY IM BACK AND-

IT'S A TIE.

>>2618082
You get a single

>>2623364
>>2618563
>>2618428
>>2618309
>>2618302

Writing.

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>>2623364
>>2618563
>>2618428
>>2618309
>>2618302

When you step up to the plate and raise the bat in the stance that felt the most natural on your warm up, your focus locks into place with a quickness and intensity that you've only felt in battle. The world beyond the field seems to be enveloped in a wide blanket of noise cancellation, even the lights and bodies bouncing, cheering and singing are gone. Instead your focus is only on the players in the green dotted around and the man who's very skin is turning slightly green and hair is now as orange as Minerva's fire.

In this state your heart seems to pound in your ears and standing still with your pulse pounding is becoming a challenge. Giovanni leans back and shifts his foot as a pitch comes your way. It seems low and wide, your gloved hands gripping the bat hard enough to send cracks across it.

You don't swing.

"BALL"

This time, he kicks his leg up and the ball blurs as it approaches you faster than any speeding bullet, you've seen in your life. With every fibre of your being you swing. Finding purchase on the ball ond sending it careening into left field.

As you take off from home plate, the ball sails in an ugly arc along the line of play. Before you've taken a step the ball has bounced and the bat has flipped completely in the air from both the force of your kickoff and the sheer momentum behind your swing.

The crowd roars.

With gusto, you make for first base and shoot a quick glance over your shoulder to see the one of the last people you wanted to face in a sport like this.

When Maria of Darna rolls forward, she acrobatically covers a quite frankly insane distance to snatch the ball before it hits the ground for a second time; handspringing into the air she twists her body to launch the ball toward Ser Quan at second base. It is caught as you round first, kicking up a cloud of dust that ruins your visibility on top of forcing you to settle for a single.

"AND THATS A SINGLE FOR SUZIE!" The announcer cries out as the dust around you clears. As Warlord Chiron drags her bat toward the base, you strike a pose for the crowd and dust yourself off. Doing your best to ignore the appreciative gaze of Giovanni.

Instead you wait, hoping to Minerva that Chiron and you can give the team a healthy lead...

> Chrion manages an RBI Homerun

> RBI Triple

> Single

> Double

> Strike out.

Rolled 1 (1d5)

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Rolled 4 (1d5)

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>> Double