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Super Sailor Perdita

“Yeah, just a bit damp!” Perdita said, trotting alongside Belmont to help Connie out of the water. Naturally she was worried, but a part of her wanted to laugh about it too.

Perdita had to believe they were safe here, that this obstacle course wouldn’t have been set up for them if there was any risk to their lives. (That would be counterproductive. They had a war to fight, and everything she’d heard about Cybele seemed to indicate that she took the war seriously.) Of course they should get Connie out of there as soon as possible just in case, but once they did Perdita was able to smile at the sight of Connie drenched from head to toe.

“These outfits definitely aren’t the most practical,” Perdita said as she helped Connie up and led the way back to the part of the shore they were supposed to have emerged on. She bent over to pull her shoes off as they went. She could run and fight in heels when she had to, but she’d rather not have them trip her up again. “Looks like the next obstacle is that wall. You guys think we can make it in one jump?”

Perdita pulled her stockings off too, then ran for it on newly bared feet. She jumped as high as she could and sailed over the wall with ease.

Current Total: 9

Halle

Finally wading out of the river and jogging back to the path, the squire wondered if there was a place in his forest that would be suitable for that sort of jumping course. For a training course in general, really. He squeezed out water as he went until realizing that he could just change into his civilian clothes and back into a fresh set. Even though he was surrounded by allies, Halle still felt wary enough about his normal identity to go hide in the bushes as he did so.

Running back out, Halle picked up the pace, reaching...a massive wall, half ancient with a top that was a little more cobbled together but was still pretty impressive. All of them can jump up to building rooftops, so something like this that could potentially stumble someone here had to be taller than your usual climbing wall.

He didn't quite leap over it in a single bound, but catching the top of it felt pretty good, as did the pull-up that followed. Okay, why couldn't he have started like this?

Halle

Exhaling as he finished the rope course without falling, the squire was first wary, then elated, as he reached the ziplines. Now these he knew. Both from vacations at national parks and the make-shift DIY attempts he and his friends in Bailey would periodically set up. Because nothing is as capable or scary as a gang of rural kids with a little too much handyman know-how, and way too much time on their hands.

He barely noticed how the rope was tied, hands working with familiar quickness. The run up was an aggressive sprint, this was the last leg so he had to go all out, right? And he'd probably be okay even if he did take (another) spill. Maybe once a person's ego has been bruised enough, the new ones don't seem as noticeable?

He hoped?

And then Halle was flying.

Did he woooohoooooo?

He absolutely woohoo'd with the energy and vigor that only a teenager could muster. Halle landed with a laugh and whoop, beaming as he looked around to see if everyone else was as elated by how awesome that was.

As far as a finish went, he'd say it was pretty perfect!

[ 1 + 4 + 4 + 6 = 15 ]

cry

no why am i like this

Grieve

The deep space senshi reached the zipline, and Grieve was fairly sure she remembered this place. A lot of memories concerning Cybele of the past, both the senshi and the world, weren't the most sober sort. It was part of the charm of visiting. It was always in some sort of celebration for Grieve and her comrades, for the people of this world.

We lived.

We won.

We ******** not celebrate? Why not drink 'til the forest tilts on its head? Til everyone's a little in love and wholly ready to fight all comers? Or run around breaking skulls on the forest's little treats, like the one before her. Grieve laughed, recalling herself and various others trying to go down the lines in the most risky, foolhardy ways possible, of the concussions that followed.

Grabbing the rope, she ran hard for the jump, a bit too sober to end up with an injury. After all, there wasn't much point if Cybele wasn't gonna nurse her back to health this time. Instead Grieve would have to settle for the thrill of it, the moment of speed and joy as she reached the finish.

It probably wasn't a particularly winning time, but Grieve didn't feel bad for it. The forest course had its odd touchstones, and she found herself greedy for such. (Though she was still hoping to find a banquet or stumble into the odd bit of lechery.)

( 4 + 5 + 6 + 5 = 20 )

Mechelen

An obstacle course seemed like such a fun idea…in theory. Honestly, she wished that she had someone to do the course with...but then again at the same time she was more than half glad that she didn’t have anyone watching her if she failed anything…that would just be between her and whatever creatures occupied this planet…and like…whoever else might be watching.

Staring at the stepping stones, Mechelen hesitated. Her boots weren’t…made for wet things, and the grips on them weren’t meant to…do this kind of stuff. At least she didn’t think so…but.

Drawing in a breath she leapt to the first stone, and then the second, and then before she knew it, she had crossed to the other side, absolutely flawlessly.

“Okay! I can do this!”

A quick glance around showed that Halle wasn’t watching which…did nothing but bolster her courage. There was no way she would appear uncoordinated in front of Halle. Heaven forbid.