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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:40 am
It was a chilly day, but at least windless and sunny, the autumn air fresh and clear. Altair stood in the middle of the field between all of the dorms, tossing a Bruteball up and down in the air, occassionally giving it a punch or a kick, glancing around the field. He wasn't really expecting anyone to join him, but usually someone would be out on a day like this. He had to snag someone for a catch.
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Back and forth, back and forth, Bul had been making trips all week to and from his dorm all over the school and out. The last he'd been out he'd grabbed a book from the library on bruteball legends and somehow managed to bring it back with him to his dorm (a book? in Bul's hands??) to read (even better!). Since the bruteball booth at open house gave him great promise of a sick first season he'd been briefing himself on the sport and getting the fantasy in his head that one day he would be in one of those books about bruteball players.
Passing the field outside Bul spotted a familiar figure playing alone on the grass and smiled, running up. "Yo!" he called before slowing to a walk again. "Need someone to practice with?" Bul definitely preferred this field without trecharous skitter sharks trying to devour him but that didn't mean bruteball wouldn't come with ultimate pain.
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Altair turned as he heard those dinosaur feet biting into the earth as the monster boil ran towards him. He caught the bruteball and glanced over at him, quirking an eyebrow and grinning when he asked if he needed someone to practice with. "I was hoping you would ask," he laughed, turning towards him. "Here, let's see how well you can catch." The demon pointed far down the open field.
"Go long."
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Preparing to catch the bruteball from short range, Bul lifted his hnds casually before Altair sent him fieldbound. "Oh snap-" he said before taking off down the field before Altair let the snarling ball loose, his legs moving pretty fast in moderately wide strides. A spiney tail stuck out behind him like a balance and helped him incase he dug his feet too deep in the ground and ended up tripping.
This was just too great. His shirt wipped around loudly in the wind as he chased the small sillouette of the ball before catching it further down the field. "S'pretty easy when you don't got four hundred pounds of monster meat running you over!" he shouted back to the demon.
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The incubus shaded his eyes, watching the boil take off with ground-eating strides, raising an eyebrow and nodding approvingly at his speed, the ease with which he caught the ball. At least they'd have one kid that wasn't a stuffed shirt out there. Altair liked to win, and this season he fully intended upon tearing apart the competition.
Perking up an ear when he heard Bul's voice, he took a moment to register what he said before he laughed.
"Too jacking true. Don't worry though, there will be plenty of that later. Now let's see how well you can throw," Altair shifted his stance, waving a hand down at the monster to throw the bruteball back to him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:59 pm
Bul's throw wasn't as impressive as his run. He could hurl it a good distance but there were plenty of other boils who could do just the same and better. "Alright.." he said to himself and rolled his shoulders a bit. Any throwing he did was usually the snotball and.. that technically wasn't throwing.
Bul let it rip. The ball sailed several feet though would find its destination a yard away from Altair. Useful, but not a guaranteed winning throw. "I've got to work on that some more heh," he barked. The half beast spat on the grass to his side and swayed a little expecting to have to run for the ball again.
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The incubus watched the arc of the ball, certainly not unimpressed with Bul's raw Bruteball-throwing skill. He darted forward to where he thought it would land, an arm outstretched, waiting for it to fall. At Bul's words he glanced back over at the boil, not noticing that the Bruteball was spinning to land in his grip mouth side down. "Eh, it's preseason, we all have to work on it, bro. With legs like those you look more like a runner to me, any--," he cut himself off abruptly with a loud curse as he felt teeth sink into his hand, glancing down at the Bruteball and trying to shake it off, giving it a few hard punches and swearing a few more times.
"Son of a beast I hate this jacking ball!" he snarled, flinging it back in Bul's direction, examining the gashes on his hand before giving the distant ball a disgusted glare.
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The half beast stifled a laugh while he ran backwards to catch the soaring ball. "Gotta get some gloves man, these things are hateful." He held it at a resisting angle and stared its teeth. "Bite me, come on I dare you." The thing writhed in anger but Bul slammed it on the ground, the bounce shooting it in another direction. "Yea that's what I thought." he smirked after picking it up again.
"So-" Lauching the ball once more, Bul jogged in place some while waiting for the return. "Season's gonna start at the end of semester or... after summer break?" he asked. "And are we gonna have a Homecoming game perhaps?"
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Altair nursed the oozing bite as Bul toyed with the ball. "Careful man, don't tempt that thing. It'll get you when you least expect it," he warned with the all too sheepish air of someone that had learned the truth in his own words from recent experience, though he laughed when Bul threw it on the ground. Vengeance was sweet. He perked up as Bul threw the ball in his direction again, taking a step back when he saw it was too high to catch and flicking up a tentacle from his back to catch it midair, at first deftly, then nearly dropping it as its teeth gnashed, giving it a vicious punch once it was in his arms.
"After summer break. You better plan on working your a** off all summer," he pointed a claw at Bul only somewhat teasingly. The demon dropped the ball, punting it towards Bul hard, kicking it directly in the teeth. "Yeah! Take that, b***h," he shook a fist after it before he lowered his eyes to Bul, grinning. "Of course there'll be a Homecoming game."
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"What the hell-" Bul didn't expect the incubus to draw a tentacle from his back and nearly missed catching the punted ball because of that. Stumbling a little with the vicious thing, Bul gripped it tightly and looked up at the demon with a smart-aleck scowl. "Well if I survive exams I might.." he sighed. "And if Riley and fitness don't kill me either.." he chuckled.
"Homecoming better be the biggest s**t ever. And if we lose then you know you know whose head I'm going for.." he teased. Actually if Nuk was captain he would get hell from the half beast... but they were going to win regardless, of course.
"Yanno I would rather punt this than throw it. For one its more satisfying and two-" Bul returned the punt with his own, a long lanky leg smacking it just above his foot.
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The demon laughed at Bul's surprise at his tentacle, though he made no further mention of it. He lived for that reaction. Altair rolled his eyes at the mention of Riley. "Fitness Club. Tch. I'd ditch the events if I could. At least we get to use that sweet sauna though," he sighed. He hadn't gotten to use it yet, but damn did he want to.
The incubus slapped a thigh, shaking his head at Bul. "Good luck with exams though, really bro. Seems pretty intense," he raised an eyebrow at the monster, wondering what trials the boil would be subjected to-- and by extension, which ones the incubus himself would have to face when it was his turn to have his a** lit up.
Snorting, Altair grinned as Bul teased him. "Don't worry about it, snotty. We're not going to lose," he winked, and laughed when Bul punted it back towards him with one of those crazy monstrous legs of his. "Oh, I wonder why. Man, what are you really with crazy legs like those, some kind of godzilla?"
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"You don't like the events much?" Ironically Bul also had a stink with Riley but it was mostly his fault. If Altair knew he didn't care it was less to explain but it may help for them to understand one another. "Yea the sauna is pretty ******** sweet I keep a heat lamp in my room but it pales in comparison to the sauna."
"Thanks I don't even know what's going to happen but.. I'll be prepared... I feel prepared. Just as long as it's not some math quiz or about Minipets. I didn't take any of those kinds of classes this semester. Although I prolly should since I'm considering getting one..." he shrugged. "Maybe... I keep saying it and then never looking for one."
"I have a snot ball that I play snotty hack with so I kinda do have some practice there. It's not the same as punting a snarling bruteball though," the suffering ball was getting the snot (LOL) beaten out of it. "Someday.. might make a mimic snotball with razor sharp teeth... give it to people I don't like," he smirked.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 1:58 pm
"The events are managed by Riley. That mindflayer doesn't know how to mind her own jacking business," he sniffed. As much as the mindflayer ruffled his hackles, however, Altair couldn't help but be in complete agreement with Bul about the sauna. "Some things are worth putting up for, I suppose."
As the conversation turned to exams, the incubus could not help but feel mildly envious-- one year closer to getting the hell out of school, Bul would be, and due to his own slacking his own exams seemed far off on the horizon. Insufficient credits. His father was seriously going to kill him.
"You use... SNOT? That's absolutely disgusting," Altair stared at Bul. "Handing someone a ball of snot might be punishment enough, don't you think? Where do you get it from?" He paused for a beat. "Wait, wait. I'm not really sure I want to know the answer to that last one."
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"Ah I take it you not like her all too much?" Riley seemed like a ghoul you had to love or hate... Bul just tried too hard to be neutral about it. "Yea and well I've been meaning to play around with the boxing ring."
Suddenly the beast doubled over into laughter. "Yeah why's it so gross?
he asked and shook his head. "Most people don't mind too much, er so I'd imagine but.."
Instead of answering the incubus Bul simply grinned from ear to ear.
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"She's more of a minor irritation than anything else," Altair twitched an ear. "I don't hit ghouls, but I'll be damned if I haven't wanted to put her in her place," he sneered. He only shook his head at the monster when he started to laugh at him for finding snot disgusting.
"I wouldn't expect a monster to understand," he flicked an imaginary speck of dust off of his shoulder, grinning over at him to make sure he knew he was teasing. "Aaanyway, I gotta peace out bro. I better see your a** at tryouts," he pointed at Bul.
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