( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

Comments

[bemist]

[ yeah, you know what?

She will go for a bump without warning. She thinks she's sort of gotten the hang of it, though she is taking this very solemnly for the time being. Which could really be enthusiasm, coming from her. ]

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[ Solemn, you say. Endearing is what Elysium would use, charmed by how she takes it on as if it's a genuine challenge. Maybe it's presumptuous of him to think, but these are his brackets and he's allowed to think what he wants in them!

He's just going to keep passing the ball along, alternating between bumps and sets as he trains his eyes more carefully on her posture. Best to weed out any bad habits before they have a chance to form, and if he does talk—it'll only be for that, unless, of course, she's a natural and manages to replicate him perfectly… I'd believe it!

All it took for them to peacefully coexist was a sport… wow… ]

[bemist]

[ Is she a natural? No, not really. She's just a quick learner when she's determined, so he'll have to correct her a few times, but it won't really ever have to be for the same thing.

But it's better when she can focus on that and he's not saying things that make her want to shove a fist into his face.

Thank you, sports. ]

Satisfied I can keep up yet?

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And the ball's none worse for wear!

[ so: yes. and that he's genuinely surprised it hasn't been deflated… following her last pass, he catches the ball in his hands. ]

Ideally, a game's played with four people… So if we can drag two of your other coworkers into this, we'll be peachy. But before that! I think you're gonna like this part of volleyball best. After I throw it over to you, mind setting the ball for me?

[ it's spiking time, baby!!!! (please don't hurt him, they're doing so well) ]

[bemist]

[ Elysium, please, she knows how to control her own strength?? ]

Two of them aren't really into being active.

[ Just. She's going to say that. But sure, she'll take a toss back into setting for him. ]

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You don't think you and Yesod would be enough of a sell?

[ aaaaaand a spike right back!! Using the full portion of his strength, just to see what her respond to it might be. She probably doesn't want him holding back to begin with, right? ]

[bemist]

[ She doesn't. But it still catches her off-guard enough that as soon as the spiked ball comes flying in her direction, she automatically slams it back with one fist.

Up, at least, not directly at his face, he can still flirt with people after this probably. ]

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[ thus begins the dogged malkuth friendship arc……

or really, what he needs to figure out first is this current predicament, instinctively jolting away from any line of fire. he prides himself on his speed and reflexes, thank god, but



what can they say about the ball itself after he'd just complimented her on showing restraint???? ]

[bemist]

[ It's, uh.

It's fine.

Perhaps.

Deflated.

Oops. ]

... I can get another one.

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[ trying not to laugh ]

We've been at this for a while. How about we worry about it another time? It's about time we take a break.

[bemist]

[ DON'T YOU START ]

... Right. [ Help, she sounds a little chagrined. ]