because firebranded made me do it

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

I'm sure all of you (especially the ladies~) are missing everyone's favourite sport.

Struggle match. Anyone who thinks they've got half a chance against me: I challenge you.

Comments

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

No, nothing! Nothing at all. Just waiting for any challengers. ^_^;;

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

Well, alright~.

Tell me about Struggle~. If it's okay?

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

It's no problem, no problem at all~

It's a fairly simple game when it comes right down to it, but it's all skill.

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

.. Mmm, I'd love to try it sometime, then!

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

Do! I always welcome more players, especially pretty ladies like yourself. And I just bet you're a natural. ;D

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ Giggles~. ] You're just saying that~.

But, how about a one-on-one sometime, then?

mun attempts vainly to think of a reply that isn't a cheesy pickup line

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

I'm always up for some one-on-one

It would be my pleasure. ♥

Mun likes it! ♥

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ And she smiles~. ]

Alright~! ♥ Maybe after I watch the first match.

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

It's a date ♥

Alas, as yet no one has responded to my challenge. I can only infer that there are none ballsy enough to try~

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

Well, if no one shows up, maybe I can play instead~.

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

As much as I miss the opportunity for a tournament of sorts, I would be delighted to play with you.

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ Grins~. Goes up close to him since no one's appeared for a match yet~! ]

What do I use?


[ ooc; jhdfshjkfdshjk WRONG JOURNALS SORRY. XD;; ]

ooh that explains it XD

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

One of these.

[ tosses a struggle bat to her, then gestures towards two barrels, one full of red balls and the other full of blue and explains the rules, blabbity we all know how Struggle works, and picks up a red ball for himself ]

They're funny little things, these balls. They stick like magnets, really.

;3;

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I get it now~.

[ She gives the bat a playful swing once, and then gives a pseudo stance. Smile. ]

So we start once all those stick, yeah?

[ Is.. already kind of excited! She's never played Struggle before, so. New experience~. ]

Re: ;3;

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just stick them wherever on your clothing. One hit from a bat will knock a bunch off, so be careful~

[ pulls more balls out of his barrel, tactfully not making a lowbrow balls joke ]

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

Mmhmm!

[ And she moves closer to the barrels. Starts to cover herself with said magnetic balls~! After a few minutes, it would be done. ]

Ready~.

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

[ his cloak is now covered in the red magnetic balls ]

Sounds like a match~

Alright then, I won't go easy on you. Three, two, one -

[ he springs into action ]

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ Gymnastic flip in the air! Lands behind him, and smacks his head. :'D ]

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

[ he shakes his head to clear it as a few red balls fly off in all directions. He spins around to counter, and lands a strike on her middle ]

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ Hit! Small blue balls jumped from the cloak, but immediately she down and did a pseudo sweep, only with the struggle bat instead. ]

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

[ he jumps backward, taking a defensive stance. his flattery was not just hot air - he needs to take this match seriously ]

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ It looks as if she ran right towards him, but she quickly shifted to the side as she moved the bat from right to left, attempting to smack his side next. ]

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

[ he takes the blow as balls fly from his cloak, using the opening to dash in, aiming for her shoulder ]

[xiglette.livejournal.com]

[ More blue balls fly as her shoulder's hit! But this just means that there was a pause inbetween movements. And so she jumps back, only to swing the bat against his chest hard. ]

[but-a-chip.livejournal.com]

[ he flies backward, losing his footing as a shower of balls fly from his clothing, scattering everywhere. he is stunned for a moment before he rushes to collect the lost trophies.

the counter ticks down, and time is running short. ]