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WHO: TRIO OF DOOM, Kitsyn, Ifrit, and Shoom, and Zell the Hyper Hotdog Addict. surprised
WHERE: On Mountain somewhere near where Kitsyn & Co. are setting up a paintball course.
WHEN: Lawlz... today? (Fri. May 25, afternoonish.)
WHY: C'mon... it's too much hyper-crazy-awesome NOT to. pirate
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The conversation was difficult not to overhear, seeing as the participants were neither particularly concerned about being overheard, nor being particularly... quiet. In fact they were bantering back and forth and being particularly LOUD about it, especially the smallest member of the trio that was wandering down the path.

"How many people d'you think will actually want to use this thing when we finish?" This particular Kitsu was wearing a black and red outfit, sleeveless shirt with a little gray heart on the chest, and a large red scarf tied headband/choker style around her head and neck. Her green eyes easily displayed her generally happy-go-lucky personality, and her shoulder length green-tipped silver hair flopped about with every movement of her head in the light breeze.

"Honestly, Kitsyn? Any of them that enjoy outdoor activity and competition, probably. I bet we could talk a few into it, at least. ...But I'm still gonna be king of the paintball court." The brown and orange furred, be-horned kitsu laughed jovially. His voice had a firey rumble to it, just as his physical appearance gave one the impression that he could burst into flame at any given moment... which he could.

"Bah, you're only top-dog right now because you and Shoom teamed up on me! If Bryna were older or Xigbar was back you two would SO be pwned." Kitsyn stuck her tongue out at the other two playfully.

"Shoom helps Ifrit win! Shoom gets to be second-to-top-dog!" the sunset striped Dusk called from his perch atop the large Ifrit's head. Either Shoom was being a bit slow today, or that was his way of denying Kitsyn's claim. Most of the time, no one could really tell what was going on in Shoom's head.

Ifrit raised and eyebrow and smirked, starting to raise his paw to return the gesture, but stopping just short. Then his paw burst into flames and he gave a wolfish grin. "Not as crazy as you'd think, Zell. I am Ifrit. Not yours, though. I'm an Aeon."

Meanwhile, Shoom had slithered down from Ifrit's back and stretched up to coil around Zell's paw in his taffy-like fashion. "Shoom is happy to meet Zell! Shoom likes new friends!" Shoom considered everyone a friend, after all. Even the malicious Envy, although that thought was VERY one sided in that regard. "Shoom and friends are going to finish fixing the paintball course today!"

Kitsyn's head was a-tilted to the side, a sly, knowing sort of smile on her face. "There's a few of 'em here, actually, Zell. Ifrit and Shiva and Valefor are Aeons. Valefor and Ifrit told me about meeting with a Quezacotl and Leviathan that were similar to them, but they aren't from the same world, so maybe they're from yours?" She didn't want to weird the guy out too much and tell him she knew for a fact that they were. Not that it was her fault that she seemed to have abnormal and intimate knowledge of several worlds, but she didn't like to give away the fact, especially when just meeting someone. "We get bodies from all sorts of worlds here. Hey, wanna join us? We're currently recruiting paintballers and we're gonna have a hotdog cookout later."

Kitsyn tilted her head. "Well, c'mon, I'll just show you what paintball is." She led the way off the side of the path and into a large clearing. There was a shack set up with a lock on the door, and she tugged a key tied to a string around her neck out from under her scarf to open the door.

While Kitsyn went inside to retrieve the mysterious "paintball" equipment, Ifrit sized Zell up and grinned in a friendly manner. "Fist fighter, eh? Up for some sparring sometime? Training by myself gets old after a while."

Kitsyn showed back up right about then with a couple of paintball guns in tow and tossed one to Zell. They'd obviously been modified for ease of use by Kitsusagi, since most of them hadn't been blessed with anthroness and thumbs. "They shoot big round paint bullets. You can play little wargame type stuff like team v. team, capture the flag, last man standing... if you want you can even get everyone different colored paint bullets and see who's the more accurate shooter."

Kitsyn started to demonstrate, but was interrupted by Shoom. The Dusk quickly popped up from his previous position of being draped over Ifrit's horns like a furry towel to land by Kitsyn's front paw. "Shoom wants to shoot the splat gun!" Kitsyn handed the gun over, laughing, and Shoom quickly arranged himself to fire it at a random barrel placed on the course. There wasn't much kick to the guns, but Shoom was small enough that it still made him stretch a bit and snap back like a rubberband. The Dusk squeeled with glee in his leaky-tire voice and went to examine his marksmanship.

Ifrit rumbled and burst into laughter, never tired of the Dusks's antics. Kitsyn snickered as well and turned back to Zell. "I'd suggest not firing on someone at close range if you can avoid it. Those things hit hard, I've seen people shot at close range walk away with bruises the size of grapefruits that are about the color of grapejuice. ...Actually I'd avoid getting shot at close range either." XP

Kitsyn blinked for a moment before snorting and then proceeding to giggle for several moments at the thought of seeing a kitsu - Ifrit in particular since he was currently in her line of sight - sprout a bunch of big purple grapefruits all over. "Maybe... I'll just... wear them on... a hat!" She was trying to talk between laughs, and finally managed to get herself under control. "Like, like these ladies that wear these big billowly skirts and dance around with straw hats that have grapes and pineapples and stuff stuck to them."

Ifrit would have laughed at the thought of Kitsyn in one of said hats... but he could actually see her doing it, and on a regular basis, so it wasn't quite so amusing as her earlier mental image had been to her. He picked up the gun that Shoom was holding - to which the Dusk now stubbornly hung from the rifle-like butt - and gave him a brief run-down. "This container on the top holds the ammo, you pour it in through the twist-top. They're air-pressured, some of them have air cannisters, some of them are set up for pump-action. The paint bullets have a semi-hard skin to keep them from breaking too easily before you shoot them, but you can bust 'em open with enough pressure anyway." He fired off a couple of rounds and stepped back to let Zell try it. "Other than that it's your basic point and click interface." XP As an afterthought he added, "And I usually don't "turn up the heat" in a fight unless it's serious or on request, so no worries there."

Shoom opened the ammo container on the gun in Ifrit's paws and grabbed a bullet before climbing up to the Aeon's head and waving Kitsyn over. "Shoom wants to be slingshot! Funfun! He stretched over and placed the bullet in her paw before coiling around Ifrit's horns in slingshot fashion. Kitsyn snickered and obliged the Dusk by using him to launch the bullet, which sailed somewhere into the middle of the course and out of sight. Before she caution Shoom not to he jumped down and headed out to go find where it landed, managing to get in the way of Zell's line-of-fire just as he shot. Shoom's body instantly made a corscrew shape around the path of the bullet to avoid being hit, and he continued scampering out onto the field without so much as a first thought, much less a second.

Kitsyn sweatdropped. "Ah... well, now you know why Shoom's so good at paintball!"

Kitsyn snickered and Ifrit answered before she could. "Well, Shoom's attention only stretches so far. He's a lot more excitable when we're playing - if that can be believed - and a lot less... ... ... ...Shoomish." He grinned and shrugged in what could be an apologetic way for his lack of adequate adjectives, except that he obviously wasn't sorry.

Kitsyn snickered again. "I usually just make a smily face with the paintball gun on one of the cover-walls out there. He tends to follow where everyone's firing to see who's shooting at what unless he's told not to... He always breaks down laughing when he finds them. He's really easy to get then." :B

From out on the field where he couldn't really be seen Shoom could be heard calling, "FOUND IT!" He had just demonstrated Kitsyn's point nicely. o.0

((I srsly can't think of anything for the game itself. XD;;; And I'm basically just gonna try to finish this up, k?))

After everything was packed away again, Kitsyn nudged Zell on the shoulder. "You should definitely come back. And bring friends if anyone wants to come. It's more fun with a bunch of people." She waved Ifrit along, who was once more carrying Shoom on his head, only this time the Dusk appeared to be asleep. The smaller kitsu zipped and bounced around even more than Zell and had tired himself out. "You can go ahead and take Shoom home, Ifrit, I'll finish cleaning up. We can finish setting up when we come back next week."

Ifrit nodded and stretched a bit to work out a kink. "A'ight. You want me to pick up Bryna on the way back?"

Kitsyn shook her head. "Nah, one of her cousins is watching her, they're all wizardly types, so I'm not worried about it." She waved farewell before grinning at Zell again. "We do this once a week, give or take, though me or Ifrit will come out to clean up if there's been a storm or something. Gotta keep the place in shape." She put the lock back on the door while she was thinking about it. "So about this time next week? If we don't bump into you again between now and then."