2017 OPEN RP POST

[rceus]

2017 Call Me Out an open rp post ⤷ muselist found here ⤷ leave an idea/plot/character you want in the subject line. ⤷ you can leave your comment blank or create your own scenario. ⤷ have fun! code found here

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[slammoth]

[The ball bounces back up into his hands, holding it firmly between his palms at that question. Contemplating it.]

...

[A look to the net, a look to Bull. Before his face widens into that trademark(?) smile.]

If you get ME through that thing, then I'll buy you lunch.

[rideme]

Oh hell yeah, you're on.

[Son, please brace yourself. Because the Iron Bull is stepping up to attempt to pick you up.]

[Just deadlifting you.]

[slammoth]

Wha-

[This is a new feeling for him. He's usually the tallest in his grade, or at the very least on his team save for Kusaka in Inazuma Japan. He's never been lifted before. It just...didn't happen.

Bull was really going to do this.]

Hey!!!

[rideme]

[Oh yes, yes he is. Lunch is at stake here.]

[But he doesn't go to shove the poor kid right through the basket, yet. Instead, he balances him on his shoulder. Yes, that's right. Just one shoulder.]

Don't wiggle or I'll drop you.

[slammoth]

[You're damn right lunch is at stake! And his middle-schooler paycheck of maybe an allowance!]

[Those long arms push himself up, reaching over to grab the hoop and press against it, resisting his fate.]

Oh no you don't!

[rideme]

[CHILD IF YOU HAVE NO MONEY, WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS BET.]

[But meanwhile, Bull is shoving from behind.]

Oh hell yeah I do. Up you go!

[slammoth]

[HE HAS AN ALLOWANCE GOSH HE'S JUST A 13 YEAR OLD THOUGH WHO LOVES HIS GRANDMA.

His hands grip that hoop even tighter, pushing against it with all his might. Unfortunately, as strong as he is, he's no match for the Iron bull, so his body is eventually hoisted up there. But if you think Ibuki's just going to allow this to happen, oh no. He's going to make this as difficult as he can. His arms let go, butt sliding over the net opening and sinking in--a little too easily from how he'd originally fought against it.

But his arms and legs loop over the sides, making a sort of...makeshift cot for himself in that net, arms leaning against the sides of it.]

Ha! Now you CAN'T win! I have to go through the hoop for it to count!

[rideme]

[AND HE'S THE IRON BULL DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH HE CAN EAT.]

[Okay, Bull is Big. But he's not that big. He can't just reach up and push someone through a basketball net. Pull? Yes. Push? Not so much. And then that's only when there's something dangling to pull on. Ibuki's feet are too far up for even the Iron Bull.]

[So he just.]

[Tosses the basketball at him.]

[slammoth]

[EXACTLY NO 13 YO CAN AFFORD YOUR APPETITE.

But he sees that basketball coming and spikes it back down, much like a volleyball. Don't you knock him off now that you worked so hard to put him up there!]

Haha! Now you can't even win the game! No lunch OR victory!

[rideme]

[Hell no. He's going to win this.]

[So you know those poles they use for raising and lowering basketball hoops? He's grabbing that. And using it to prod the kid in the side.]

You'll come down here yet!

[slammoth]

[Apologies to anyone potentially walking in on this sitcom-level scene. Because Ibuki's now flailing to fight off that pole, yelping when it jabs his side and swatting it away with his hands.]

Not a chance!


I'm in it to win it!

[rideme]

You gotta come down sometime, kid.

[DETERMINED POKING. Probably mostly in the ribs. Isn't this guy ticklish like a normal person??]

[He doesn't think he can climb up there, at any rate.]

[slammoth]

If I do, that means I win.

[There's your parameters, Bull. Do you accept defeat?]

[rideme]

[Nope.]

[He's going to hook the pole over the basket, and pull on that instead.]

[slammoth]

[Ibuki had never had such a quick switch from confident to pure panic, feeling that basket pull forward in a way it just shouldn't. Eyes widen, his arms scramble to grip the hoop to try and hoist himself out--

Using the angle of the hoop itself to slide himself out of it.]

Oi! That's cheating!

[rideme]

It's called creativity.

[No it's not. It's totally cheating, but the Iron Bull isn't going to admit to that. Not while it looks like he's winning.]

[Just a little more. Come down here, giant child.]

[slammoth]

Yeah, creative cheating!!

[Although he does NOT want to be in that hoop should it break, so he hops down, landing perfectly on his feet once he slides out from it.]

[rideme]

Damn, kid.

You're like some kind of cat. Nice landing.

[slammoth]

[Now THAT gets a confident smile out of him.]

In basketball, you've got to know how to jump high to block some guy's shots. And that means landing, too!

[rideme]

No shit?

How high can you go?

[slammoth]

We'd need a soccer field to really test that out, old man. But pretty high!

[Watch, he's grabbing that basketball and dribbling it towards the hoop, jumping up to slam it right through the net. It's clean, it's precise, and most importantly, Ibuki probably didn't even break a sweat doing it.].

[rideme]

... old man? The hell is wrong with all of you.

[He's not that old.]

[But all right. He'll watch. And nod approvingly.] Well shit, kid. Not bad. Put a weapon in your hand, you'd be a terror.

[slammoth]

Weapon...

[He blinks, his voice low, but contemplative.]

I'd get arrested.

[Neither is he, Bull. Neither is he.]

[rideme]

... why would you get arrested?

[Because that's illegal, Bull.]

[slammoth]

...

[Is this guy stupid--he's pretty sure he's not but...is he stupid?]

You don't just carry weapons around!