2017 OPEN RP POST

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[rideme]

Thedas.

[He's totally going to watch that ball fly. Damn -- this kid is good. There's got to be a use for that somehow.]

Nah. I'm Qunari. We're kind of normal for that place.

[slammoth]

That sounds like a planet. Like Fallum Orbius.

[Or...all the other planets. But that one was the one that'd threatened to blow their planet up so...maybe it sticks out more than the others.]

Every alien is normal to their own planet.

[rideme]

Never heard of it.

[Honestly, the concept of planets is a new one. But oh well.]

Or aliens. What's an alien?

[slammoth]

...[The idea that Bull's world hasn't even thought of space travel flies right over his head.]

You know. Outer space?

[rideme]

Never been.

Outer space is... well. Can't say anyone ever talks about that.

[slammoth]

It's not as great as everyone says.

[He just said no one talks about it, Ibuki.]

It's either too hot or too weird and bird people throw you into volcanoes.

[rideme]

... yeah, no one ever talks about it at all, so.

Wait -- bird people?

[slammoth]

Yeah, with wings and beaks and everything.

They threw me and my friend into a volcano. [On a ledge just small enough to catch them and avoid the lava, the dicks.]

[rideme]

... what the fuck?

Why the hell did you go to a place like that?

[slammoth]

...We had to play soccer against them for the fate of Earth in a galaxy wide tournament. Whoever loses gets their planet destroyed.


[Yeah shit was p. heavy.]

[rideme]

... so did their planet blow up or what?

[BULL NO.]

[slammoth]

No! [He grips that basketball pretty fiercely.]

Earth won, and we decided soccer shouldn't be used to decide someone's fate.


[Oh god, he's starting to sound like Tenma...]

[rideme]

... Sounds like a good victory, all things considered, kid.

[He grins. Reaching over to fluff at the kid's hair.]

[slammoth]

[Okay, he's not above some good ol' fashioned congrats, his head leaning in a little to the touch. It's not...too unlike his dad doing it, after all.]

My basketball days are over now because of it...I'm a soccer freak now.

[rideme]

That a bad thing?

[He'll just keep his hand on that puffy white hair, then, since this guy clearly has no objections. He'd go in for the full noogie if they knew each other better.]

[slammoth]

No way, I'm the team's goalie. They need me!

[He does pull away from that hand, but not out of rejection, he just has to go get his bag--they're getting food, aren't they?]

[rideme]

Goalie, huh? What's that mean?

[He'll plant his hands on his hips after that, unoffended.]

[slammoth]

A goalie is...

[How does he explain it...]

When you put me in that basket and I said nothing could get through the hoop cause I'd stop it? It's like that. But with soccer.

[rideme]

So...

You sit in a basket. And deflect a ball.

[slammoth]

What?

No.

I stand in front of a net and block the ball from getting in.


[Duh.]

[rideme]

Yeah, y'know... that makes a lot more sense.

Less funny, though.

[slammoth]

[Ibuki seems proud at least, as he grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.]

You're the last line of defense between the goal and the field, and you have to make sure the defense is working in unison. They look to you on what to do.

I had to learn that.

[rideme]

Oh yeah?

Looks like you're a tactics man at heart then.

[He laughs a little, though it's not mocking, and gives him an Iron Bull slap on the shoulder.]

[slammoth]

[You're giving him too much credit. He just knows how to direct a nerd and a sherlock holmes. Sometimes a boxer.]

Something like that.

[He takes it, rubbing his shoulder and smirking.]

C'mon, you want food or not?

[rideme]

[Hey that's better than nothing. Take the credit, boy!!]

"Do I want food".

That's like, "do you breathe air". Let's get pizza.