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Alright, I'm WAY too tired to keep staying up for midnight sooo.. you guys get the benefit of an extra hour or so on this game. XD Have fun!!

((Rolling all at once for Bimini))

If it were up to Bimini he wouldn't really be competing in any of these games. Practically all of them were so.. well he didn't even have words for what it was. They were brutish, or dirty, or just took WAY more energy then he could ever muster up the drive to strive for. But he did have a princess that he was supposed to be playing for, and she was actually here WATCHING so.. the sometimes lax squire couldn't just not show up to any of the games.

He'd just have to sneak in his REAL joys and reason for being here in between the games. Dig up some extra business for 'The Fountain of youth', flirt with some handsome athletes, and maybe even have some fantastic Olympics fling on the paradise like home world he was staying at while competing. Yes his schedule was full.

Picking up the javelin (because that seemed far lighter and less likely to murder his manicure) Bimini tested the weight with a soft frown. Why was this even a game? Throwing stuff really far? How very juvenile.

Oh well. Here he went. Stepping up to the line he drew his arm back, squinting into the distance. He needed to get it past a certain line and the more he stared.. the more the line began to blur, until he could almost swear he saw something.. or rather someone. The smirk that touched his face was almost vicious. Certainly vindictive.

So you thought I looked fat in my designer pants hmm? So you thought it was a good idea to run off with that trampy Neptunian boy hmm? Glaring at the imaginary visage of his ex ever tiny (and not so tiny) infraction came pouring through his mind. And just like the scissors that had ACTUALLY been thrown at Ramone in their final fight Mikael let loose the javelin, watching as the sharpened pole skewered both the imaginary vision and the ground in the distance.

"Ha!" His fists clenched momentarily with delight and success, before he relaxed again, running a hand through his hair. There was a legitimate strut as he left the field, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he'd actually done pretty well in the competition.

((erm, was rolling for mont blonc. Meant to roll 3 at once. XD must of typed two. FAIL))

Rolling all at once for Elis, disposable page of Jupiter!




In Elis’s experience, when people thought of Jupiter and its knights, the image of tall, broad, muscular (or portly) bearded men and similarly handsome women tended to come to mind. Many of them were known to be quite jovial (they were the Jovians after all, pun entirely intended), but also fiercely (or stupidly) brave and amazingly strong. They were the charming, fun-loving brutes of the galaxy, ready to kick a** when needed but happy to party in the meantime.

Of course, like all groups, there were those that didn’t exactly fit the mold. Elis had already squared in on a few of his more serious companions (Valhalla was terribly intimidating when he frowned, and he did so frequently), and he took to carefully observing them in their downtime to pick out which traits they may or may not possess that made them decidedly Jovian.

Elis did not know if he should be happy or discouraged to admit that he was not a typical page of Jupiter. He was tall enough, he supposed, as he was able to look most of them in the eye without tilting his head far back, but no amount of feasting seemed to be enough to help fill out his skinny frame, with the result that he still looked rather runty. Most embarrassing of all… he didn’t even have a beard yet—nothing more than a couple of short whiskers on his chin that he could hardly ever see, and a small bit of barely there fuzz above his upper lip, which had yet to grow in all the way and which seemed quite determined to take its time.

But Elis did have spirit. He had an incredible amount of zeal—not much in the way of confidence, but certainly a lot of determination, the resolve to push himself, to be better, to work hard until there came a day when he finally looked the part. He wanted to show that he was worthy, that he fit the Jovian colors, that he could make his princess proud and earn the respect (maybe even the admiration?) of his various counterparts.

For now, that dream seemed rather far off, but he looked at these Olympic games as the first step toward making it real.

The javelin toss and the discus throw probably seemed like the events that were the most ill-suited to him. He was not as strong as some of his competition and he was rather quite clumsy most of the time. Elis looked around at the other competitors and felt incredibly nervous, watching their throws and hoping to emulate their technique. Besides, he had heart, which some people said was a power in its own right.

When it was Elis’s turn to throw, the page swallowed deeply and straightened his shoulders as he ambled forward. He doubted he looked at all impressive, but he thought he might have at least appeared to know what he was doing. He didn’t, of course. Not really. He knew only as much as he had been able to observe and would learn the rest from practice.

Elis gripped the javelin as he stared down the field. He took a deep, steadying breath and did his best to ignore the others waiting their turn. ‘Don’t trip,’ he kept telling himself. ‘Do this for the princess! Do this for yourself!’

The javelin, when he released it (without any whooping or shouting this time), sailed through the air and impaled itself into the ground some distance away.

It hadn’t gone as far as some of the others. It had, however, outstripped a few as well, and that was certainly enough for Elis. It likely wouldn’t win him anything, but he saw a fair bit of success in the effort.

At least he didn’t come out of it looking like a complete and utter fool.

Rolling for Sessrumnir! Adding a solo later!

((for Carwyn!))

Rolling for Nimue!! Gonna edit in the post.

It wasn't something he'd normally go and do, throw around something with a long pointy end, but it was a sport and it seemed easy enough. I mean how hard was it to throw something across a field? It really hadn't seemed hard, that was until he realized it had to go quite a distance and stick into the ground. Well, the sticking into the ground thing wasn't hard; it was a simple game of angels and such. The distance however...that would be an issue for Alkanet.

Stepping up to the javelins picked up one of the long shafts. Bouncing it in his hold he couldn't help but notice the thing seemed to have a lot of give; spring. It had some weight to it but seemed well balanced, a good thing. Finally he pulled his arm back as he readied himself.

"I hope no one runs onto the field..." Oh how he hoped. He didn't want to see what would happen if this struck someone. And he finally threw the javelin and released it, hoping he would get some distance.