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((Ty=paintball / Yuurei=drinks))

[Team Mango 3/6 | H:3 | M:0]
[Shot at Prajna: hit!]

"Yarrrgh" Ty called out at the paintball splattered on his head. What the hell?! Normally the rules included no head shots when protective gear wasn't being worn. Well if that was how they wanted to play, then he could play by those rules. His hand went to the back of his head, making sure that the paint was indeed green, and not just an idiot teammate's. His bright green eyes narrowed as he saw it was. The paint didn't matter to him. Despite the nice breeze that picked up, the air was still hot and heavy. The water would feel nice later.

He had played so many first-person shooter games, testing them, finding bugs, and even giving the information for programers to adjust the coding, that putting his muscular body into the driver's seat (ON THE RIGHT SIDE!) wasn't too hard. He worked out every day. And he was a master at first person shooter. So far, every shot he made had hit its mark.

Eyeing the opposite side of the field Ty saw strands of red streaking through the field. His eyes narrowed as he focused on his target. This one was a raevan. And where there were raevans, there were wings. This one, it seemed, had forgot to stow its wings properly. So hiding was futile. Ty adjusted his aim to account for the sideways drag and the wind. And shot.

Grinning as a bright orange splatter appeared on his target, Ty turned away quickly, hiding once again.

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Yuurei smiled and nodded happily at Aphi's positive response about his well being. "I've been getting better -" she didn't know how much he knew about everything that happened to her because of Lucia, though she knew Lu had attacked Rivener. "How is Rivener doing now?"

As she was offered food, Yuurei looked around in surprise. "You cook?!" she asked with a smile. "I think I need to see this in person! What's on the barbie?" Rei grinned, imitating her brother.

(( Paintball - still behind the sand dune :B // Drinking booth - Tag Rong Wei ))

[MANGO! Shot 03/06 | H:1 | M:2]
[Shot at Prajna : Missed! ]

It was a complete battlefield out there! He could hear stray pellets flying past, see green colors splattered everywhere either hitting his team members or missing and hitting a nearby tree. Heck, he even saw a stray pellet hit a little boy not very far from them. He cried, of course, and his mother gave a disapproving look at the paintball competition before carrying her child away.

Well, there is no use hiding and just looking. Checking his gun, he realized he has four more pellets left. He had hit one and missed one regrettably, he should look for a potential target to shoot next. Taking a peek over the sand dune, the first person he spotted was Prajna, who unknowing to him had been lucky with all it's shots. Sure he had less mass compared with the human, and is bound to be harder to hit. But you wouldn't know until you try. Taking a careful aim at the star Frei using the sand dune as support, he pulled the trigger... and he missed! The pellet innocently flew past, just a little under Prajna's wings and landed into the sand some ways away. Damn it! Maybe he shouldn't try to shoot a Frei after all.

And unknowingly, while he was busy thinking what a mistake he made, the firey Sigel did not realize that his body from the shoulders up are in the open air, his big red horns like giant targets, welcoming any shooters.

It all happened so fast, the stray pellet hitting Rong Wei and in shock, she had accidentally knocked her half full honey watermelon juice over. The glass toppled over the counter and poured the bright red liquid all over Kyou, who was unfortunately leaning forwards at the time, sipping his own drink and watching the event going on. Muttering a cursed word under his breath, he backed off alarmingly, examining the damages. His white shirt has been soaked into patches of red where the watermelon juice hit, plus there was the small pools of juices on the counter as well. Thankfully the glass did not drop onto the wooden floor behind the counter, or else it would've broke.

"It's alright." Kyou responded as the chinese woman apologized. "It's not your fault." And he was right. Looking at the paintball competition going on, he had to wonder if it was a mistake to have it so close to the booths.

Golden eyes trailed back to his stained shirt, momentarily he wondered if watermelon juices could leave stains that are difficult to remove. Deciding to not take any chances, he took them off and started rinsing them under the tap water.

(( Petting Zoo // Oceanside ))




The look the Italian gave the red-headed man was one of being rather flabbergasted. He wanted to meet with her sometime? Why all the secrecy? She was a part of the Lab - it's not like it was taboo for her to meet with Guardians! Alex did it all the time! And the apology? She stared at him for a few more heartbeats with an expression somewhere between confusion and uncertain amusement before she laughed, the sound low and gentle. "Yeah, sure, that's fine," she smiled with a shrug of bare shoulders, uncrossing her arms to rub at the string around her neck. "I'm not -- you really need to stop assuming that people think the worst of you, sir!" She extended a hand to lightly push the older man's shoulder, giving him a kind but playful look. "I'm fine! I've had stranger requests, I assure you."

Curling her arm with his - he did so like to play the gentleman, it seemed appropriate, if not a bit teasing on her part - she lightly tugged him back towards Jezabroux. "My cell number is on the sheet with all the Guardian info, and if you want, I'll give it to you once I find a pen and paper. I have..." Alex looked momentarily wistful; her days of zoology were behind her, now. "...all the time in the world for my fellow Guardians. You give me a time that's good for you and we'll make it happen."

Approaching Jezabroux, she put on her winning smile once again, patting the arm in her hold. "How's it coming out?" she queried in a chipper voice, briefly glancing towards where his attention seemed focused. There was enough going on that she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but she had a feeling it had to do with the multitude of half-bodies floating about.


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The demon laughed, clearly amused. "I"ll just assume you know everyone," he commented in a playful tone, lifting his dark brows with good humor. Maybe she should be doing introductions! Or maybe they just weren't necessary? Ah, social etiquette was such a pain in his - how did Zeke say it? - non-existent a**.

Zul smiled in a quiet manner, inclining his head in agreement in pertaining to the Muse. He did not know her well enough to add anything to the comment beyond his agreement; the one meeting had been sufficient for him to gauge as much. She had seemed rather shy, if not a touch whimsical around him - would she act the same in front of an audience, or was her stage presence the type to wind even the body-less Frei's?

"Whales!" he echoed abruptly, pulling out of his thoughts and grinning in a crooked, pleased manner. "I did promise, didn't I?" Even if he hadn't promised, persay, he still had expressed interest and so too had she. It was a time before Brian Sparks; it felt so long ago, another lifetime, even. So much had happened! All they'd both been through...and who was to say it wasn't on top of the fel virus, for her? Her light laughter made his smile quirk higher, finding the mirth much more agreeable than her cries and despondency. Tightening his arm around the Kitten, he suddenly hugged her without warning, his voice softening to nearly pure smoke. "It's really nice to see you smile." He wanted to say, I'm proud of you, but he thought she might understand. What was gone, was gone, and he'd leave it that way.

"I'll take you to see the whales. I'll ask Alix when they're around again." Resuming his lax but friendly one-armed hold around Lucia, one brow shot upwards at the question with a pang of uncertainty and a sort of...pride. "Still working, still learning...no time for girlfriends." The demon offered up a sigh that came from the depth of his half-formed chest, as if such a notion was simply too much a burden to bear. "Boyfriends are in short supply too." Ah, what was a little tease? It wasn't like he was overly gender-aware anyway. And he didn't have a boyfriend, he thought ruefully, eyes flicking out over the sand towards a red-and-black blur. Not really.

Turning the question back to her out of general curiosity, he posed, "And you? Any boyfriends I need to test for worthiness of your time? Girlfriends, maybe?" It never occurred to Zul that such a question could be invasive or rude. Then again, he certainly floated to the beat of his own drum when it came to what was socially acceptable.

((Paintball!!

Team Papaya
Shot 5/6| Hit: 5| Miss:0
Aiming at Rivener

"WELL F%^& YOU, PRAJNA!!!" came Rivener's voice across the fields. Prajna raised its head in the Scorpion's direction, the victory smirk from having shot Ripley a second time still dancing on its lips when splat!. Prajna let out a small curse of its own as it reached a hand over its shoulder and touched the spot between its wings. Ahh..it stung and, after pulling its hand back to the front, yup, it was confirmed. Orange paint trickled down Prajna's pale fingers. The Star frowned and glanced around. Wait, was it Rivener who had shot it? No..he wouldn't have roared in such an obvious manner if he had. ..would he? Prajna didn't care. The redhead would make Rivener pay for all the time he took advantage of the Star.

Floating hurriedly after the Scorpion, that's when Prajna encountered the familiar face it had been looking for since the beginning of the game.

"Varun!" Prajna breathed quite passionately as it threw its arms around the Leviathan's neck and shoulders. The Star wanted desperately to have the other redhead know that the first shot Prajna had made against its friend was a complete accident. "Varun! Prajna was not on purpose early on in this war. Prajna meant no harm but look Varun! You have missed Prajna yes? Prajna has hit almost all people, Rivener to--Oh. Rivener! Watch this Varun! Watch Prajna and how amazing Prajna is."

Returning to its original mission, the Star glanced around the battlefield and looked for the Sigel's dark wings. There! Prajna steadied its breathing once more and pulled the trigger, hoping to finally impress its friend.

[[ Paintball]]

[ Team MANGO~ Shot 3/6
Hit:1 Miss: 2
Misfired ]

Carefully watching the battlefield, Varun didn’t realize Prajna was behind him until there were arms around his neck and a voice tickling his ear. The Leviathan started, finger jerking on the trigger and sending a paintball spiraling harmlessly into the sand. The redhead flattened his fins, gritting his teeth as he struggled to turn, but the Star had already released him, babbling happily. Varun did not want to watch. He was still angry with his friend for shooting him in the back.

Wait. Did he just shoot Rivener?

The Leviathan blinked, glanced from the explosion of paint to his friend, back to the explosion, back to Prajna. He’d hit Rivener. A wild grin spreading across Varun’s face rapidly, he reached for the Star and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Prajna!” he crowed, the joy radiating from his pale face something on the border of maniacal. “Prajna, you are amazing.” Baring his teeth wider, he nudged the older Frei impatiently. “Do it again!”

If only he and Rivener were not both supposed to be on the same team…

PAINTBALL - Papaya!

Shot number: 4
Hit: 2
Missed: 2
Person shot at: TY - Missed!


Alright, he was on a roll. He'd hit twice in a row now and admittedly both his targets had let their guard down. Who'd he shoot at next?

Glancing up from the sand dune, Xiu noticed the human who had shot at him earlier. And tilted his head curiously. The man was holding the gun like he knew how the game was played on a professional level, keeping his eyes watchful and his movement short but precise. Yes, he would try aiming at this human.

Taking a deep breath, the white raevan aimed and fired; watching as the paintball almost hit its mark. Drat! The human would be sure to know he was being targeted now!

Diving for the nearest sand dune, Xiu held his breath.

((Ebs=Paintball

Team Papaya
Shot 4/6 | Hit: 1 | Miss: 3
Aiming at Lazarus. Hit!))

Now that Ekundayo was well away from the majority of the game, Ebony could direct her focus back on hitting a target. Something that was proving to be more problematic than she’d first anticipated. Grinding her teeth in frustration, the Brit looked to her gun. She’d shot three times now, all epic failures, so she only had three chances left to hit an opponent. It seemed a drastic change in strategy was in order.

Leaning out slowly, Ebony carefully surveyed her new surroundings. A lot of the players were playing smarter now, ducking in and out of hiding spots, yet some were still wide-open targets. Though they made perfect targets being out in the open as they were, Ebony knew it was too risky to go for the obvious mark. If she dared to dash out into no man’s land just for a guaranteed hit, several guns would soon be turned on her and that was something she was trying to avoid. Thus far only one person had gotten her, the reminder still bright pink on her shoulder and ached dully. ‘Riv only got that shot because he cheated…’ the woman thought with disdain. She’d have to remember to save her last pellet for the cocky scorpion.

Grey eyes quickly sweeping the area over and over again, Ebony finally found a perfect target. “Lazarus.” she purred as her eyes narrowed and a heavily devious smile graced her lips as she made out his huge horns from behind a dune not far. With the stealth of a shadow, Ebony made her way towards the fire Sigel.

When she was within range and sure Lazarus hadn’t seen or heard her coming, Ebony jumped out from behind and yelled, “Surprise!” A single pump of the trigger and she watched merrily as the youth’s back was splattered with green, a color her dear Cordelia would have thought quite fetching on the older Raevan. Laughing giddily from the adrenaline and for finally having made a mark, Ebony bounded away hurriedly in hopes of dodging any sort of retaliation from the mango team’s captain.