Chapter 1: Activation

[Colin]

  

"Richards evades the challenge from Havier, good headway, an opening to Yee - it's in SCORE for New Ry-Ur!! What a hit!" The announcer roars over the stadium sound system as the New Ry-Ur Raiders score another goal against their rival team, the Geas City Guardians. The match between the two Professional Football Association teams was always a spectacle, with more than a few injuries and red cards a year.

The news had been abuzz about ships spotted on the old Angel II probe as it continued on its way out of system, but aside from it being thrown in the populace's collective faces every news cycle life went on as normal. There had been rumors about the game being canceled, but there were jokes about even the Planetary Security base in the city rebelling if that happened.

The crowd roared in approval at the goal, at least close to half of it did, with the other half composed of presumably Guardian supporters. The game was approaching the 46 minute mark with 2 minutes left in stoppage before half-time, and it had been a near run thing thus far.

For seven of the individuals on the stadium’s third level, section 3-5, the game was being played against a background of general body soreness and a mild yet incredibly persistent headache. In Radah’s case, her legs are protesting like they do during the worst barometric pressure swings during winter. Even painkillers seem to be having at best a mild dulling effect, for those inclined to take them.

 

Notes

No characters know each other at this time, outside of the possible blind date concept earlier floated on the Discord by Zhuub and Tiff. Set your characters in place and give 'em an introduction!

Relevant Sportsball Info
Raiders colors: Gold on Blue
Guardians: Silver on Black

New Ry-Ur Stadium Level 3 Map

 

 

 

[TiffanyKorta]

Jessie Mae

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In the sea of Gold and Blue sat a little black spot in the form of Jessie, demurely sat enjoying, in her own mind, the right side winning. Rather formal in a high collared puff black blouse, skirt and long lace-up boots, she wouldn’t really fit into many places, not that she’d ever be inclined to try. Pinned to the blouse was a single freshly cut black rose, one of the symbols of Jessia Mar.

Whilst she might not look it on the surface, as stern as po-face as even, except for a little smile when the team did well, Jessie was pretty relaxed and enjoying herself. In this kind of crowd, it would be difficult, if not near impossible, for someone to attempt real harm, allowing a moment of peace to enjoy the game.
 

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HP 21 / 21 | AC 17

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Saves | Physical: 12 | Evasion: 12 | Mental: 12

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[Kendris]

  

Maia Oberlun

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⠀⠀⠀⠀Maia was having trouble sitting still, she had not even sat down in her seat when she first arrived at it, moving only to get out of others way as they tried to squeeze by her. Usually this would have left her feeling quite uncomfortable, sticking out as she did in this crowd; she had not known what to expect, and her security partner told her (after looking closely at her seat number) to wear silver and black. Thanks for that, Jules, real funny... The entire section was steeped in blue and gold, with few others not conforming to it.

⠀⠀⠀She had decided to wear a black dance dress, cut low enough in the front to barely cover half her thighs and hanging down to her calves at the very back and hung loosely below the waist. Her shoulders were exposed, but she had worn a gray jacket to try and catch the silver her partner had recommended, along with the jewelry. As the crowd had filtered in and she had received many looks at her outfit, Maia decided to take off her jacket and earrings to stuff them under her chair. All black would not catch as much ire and make her feel so out of place, and someone nearby was dressed all in black as well.

⠀⠀⠀As the game stretched on she found it was ever more difficult to focus on understanding what was happening in the field. Idle hands reached for her temples and neck to massage away her pain. Relief was little and fleeting if there was any, and soon her hands and fingers began to throb even worse from the effort, and standing for so long was amplifying the soreness in her legs. She just could not make herself sit down.

⠀⠀⠀The noise of the crowd around her and the announcer boomed with the score as Maia's drink finally arrived. Evidently the noise had been too much for him to hear her properly as he handed over two plastic cups filled with a dark colored and frothy liquid. I asked for water, and only a single one...

⠀⠀⠀"Thanks!" she shouted instead, handing over what she hoped was enough to cover both drinks. Finally she sat down in the chair, the uncomfortable plastic providing little relief for her back and bottom as she did so. Hopefully someone nearby would take one of these from her, as there were no cupholders nearby.

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HP 18 / 18 | AC 12 

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Saves | Physical: 12 | Evasion: 10 | Mental: 12

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[Basil_Bottletop]

Harry van Damme

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Harry van Damme made his way to his seat while the players were still out warming up. The big neon clock on the scoreboard across the pitch told him he had plenty of time to get comfortable before they'd even perform the open ceremonial stuff. It was plenty of time to try and shake the headache he had. For now, he could stretch out across the bench seats and take in the sun with his last cold, unspoiled beverage. Each passing minute meant that the section would fill up and his personal space would diminish.

Harry wore his vintage alt-color pastel blue O'Heru jersey. The man was a Raider legend and happened to be from the same neighborhood that Harry grew up in. Game recognized game. It was the authentic style with the stitched name and number and cost almost as much as Harry's first turn-table. He was proud of the item, but not dumb enough to let it come out from beneath the stylish Bl3ss3d dark blue zip-up he wore over it. The blue in the jacket matched the team's current colors and the three clustered stars that clung to the team's logo on his jersey, accenting the whole outfit with a bit of welcomed flair. The matching culotte-cut pants with the stripe down one side completed the look. Harry had come to the game on point. In fact, rarely did Harry disrespect himself or his threads.

As the clock across the way slowly ticked closer to zero, the stands filled up. Harry had opted out of the station's media tickets for this one. He didn't like sitting on media row anyways, but certainly not during a game that he might actually want to watch. Something else this section provided for him was a sense of anonymity. A radio deejay didn't have a lot of print media anyways, and even if it did it was rarely for their newest talent. He was all too happy to let the team over at Javy, Polly, and Poe collect the appearance fees and billboard ads. If he had sat on media row, he would have been expected to be The Media during the game.

When the first whistle blew, Harry became a right and true hooligan. The aches and pains of jumping around were noticeable somewhere near the first goal, but he tried to ignore it. Adrenaline and fandom were proper opponents against aches and pains. He didn't notice anyone in the section who looked to be better off at a library opening or out watching paint dry on a park bench. His team was winning and the people around him were as proud of that as if it had been their own son.

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HP 24 / 24 | AC 17

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Saves | Physical: 13 | Evasion: 12 | Mental: 12

[Aavarius]

David W.N. Kol

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David spent a great deal more time looking at his watch than he had expected. He should have been preoccupied with the game. He should have been cheering with his nephew, who was sitting in the seat adjacent. Henley had always been a socially awkward boy. Amara had struggled mightily to get her son to do anything resembling outgoing. He and David had bonded over soccer stats, of which Henley was obsessive. The young savant knew every player, every jersey number, every average, every record. If a PFA stat existed, Henley could quote it to you on command. The kid was a wiz with numbers. People, on the other hand, were a nearly complete mystery to him.

But Uncle David didn't count. They were comrades-in-arms, fellow soccer hooligans that ate, slept, and breathed the sport. David was magical in Henley's eyes and hung on every word he said. But right now David was really dropping the ball in the cool uncle category. He felt like his head and joins were pinched in a vice and was himself obsessively checking his watch to see if it had been enough time for his NSAIDs to kick in. The more he watched the pot, the longer it took to boil.

Been an hour already, he mused. Should already be feeling it.

On the other side of Henley's seat was Amara. She didn't get up and down with the rest of the Raiders fans like David and Henley did. Her leg made that too painful. She didn't do much getting up and down in any situation, for that matter. Still, David had scored these tickets without getting bankrupted by a scalper and she sure as the sunrise wasn't going to miss seeing her son get out of his shell and engage in his passion. She'd climb every damn step in this stadium again if that's what it took.

So from her sitting position Amara had a better view of David's preoccupied status. She leaned over the empty seat Henley wasn't presently using to tug on her brother's Blue and Gold jersey tail. David startled from his fugue and whirled around, then stooped to get his ear closer to her voice.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Uh," he started, "I dunno. Feel like I got hit by a bus."

There was a brief pause in the conversation as a player on the field made a steal and the entire stadium erupted in noise, Henley among them.

When the sound quieted to a mere roar, Amara continued, "How late was your last call?"

David knew exactly where she was going with this. "I got plenty of sleep. Shift ended at 7 o'clock."

Amara did her concerned look. David was quite familiar with it, enough that she didn't need to try and shout over a crowd at him to communicate what was going on in her head.

"It's fine," he insisted, diminishing the problem. "Just going to suck it up and enjoy the game. Not going to let a headache ruin Henley's day. Nothing to worry about."

He said it. He meant it. Didn't matter that his body aches were doing their level best to make a liar out of him.

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HP 21 / 21  |  AC 17  |  Physical 12  |  Evasion 12  |  Mental 12

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Status:  X

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[Zhuub]

  

Radha T'Iisby

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Radha had thought that she was nervous, coming on this blind date, until she spotted the agreed upon signal from her other date- the other black rose. She almost missed it- her date was wearing a whole lot of black after all- and then felt terrible that she had made her sit on the Raiders side of the stadium when she was clearly a Guardians fan. The poor woman was painfully overdressed for the event, but Radha didn't want to make her feel bad about that either. She herself had tried on at least three different outfits that morning, settling on the flattering deep blue blouse speckled with gold that always reminded her of a starfield. Her gold and blue headscarf was technically official Raiders merch, given to her by her brothers a couple birthdays ago. But really, it was just impressive that she didn't have any dirt under her nails and that her pants were grass stains free for the first time in recent memory. Not counting attending mass, of course.

Radha floated a few questions, and got in turn succinct (and somewhat thought provoking) answers. She didn't really feel like turning their first time meeting into an interrogation, so her pace of asking slowed down considerably after the first bevy. Ultimately, the pair had sat in amiable silence for a majority of the match. She trusted Teska's judgement in the matchmaking, even if it was going to take Jessie a bit longer than half a soccer game to open up.

As the play progressed down the pitch, she tried to assess Jessie without staring too overtly. She thought through the list of "oh it would be nice if" she had given Triska after all the pestering... Quiet? Very. Tall? Barely taller than her, though admittedly the boots would probably give her an inch or two. Really she wasn't shorter than her, and that was the main goal. Alluring? Definitely. Yeah. Very intense. Strong? With the long sleeves it was a little hard to tell, but judging by her hands... Quite. A little dangerous? Really rather dangerous. Looking, at least. How Triska even knew someone quite this dangerous was surprising... But probably what she got from not being entirely serious with her criteria.

But then, the pain in her leg finally became more than she could think through. She gripped the top of her knee and resisted the urge to curl up, wishing dreadfully that she was back in her apartment taking a hot salt soak. This morning she thought the pain was psychosomatic, with the date and all. Perhaps it was a fluke cold snap that even the weather station hadn't predicted. Or a big storm. Either way, her grip tightened to white knuckles as her bones recounted the story of their jigsaw reassembly. "Something's coming." Radha said to herself as she fished the painkillers out of her purse. Time to go up to the recommended daily maximum.

Radha breathed deeply and compartmentalized the pain. A leg was just made up of muscles, tendons, bones and ligaments, after all, each with their own manageable complaints. Eventually she felt ready to offer up another question, and was thankful that Jessie didn't need her constant entertainment. "So... How long have you been a Guardians fan?"

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HP 13 / 13 | AC 9

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Saves | Physical: 12 | Evasion: 13 | Mental: 12

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[Khakhan]

Tyse Rumanen

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Tyse took a break from crowing to take a sip from her cup. It had been ages since she had had time off enough to go and enjoy a game, and she was thoroughly enjoying the experience. She adjusted her cap on her head to fix where the band was starting to squeeze too much and looked around the stadium.

She had hoped the beer would've done something to dull the headache, but thus far nothing was dulling the thump in the back of her head that she'd had for a few days already. The roar of the crowd was not noticeably louder than the shop normally was, but now it was starting to build up along with the pain in her head. It seemed like the aggravation was entirely hers to deal with however, as the rest of the fans seemed to be enjoying their time.

She downed the rest of the cup's contents, and started to shrug out of her jacket, tying it around her waist. She rolled her shoulder, loosening some of the tension she could feel built up and then started in on the chant that was picking up momentum, bouncing on the balls of her feet, hands raised up in the air. Even as she did, she felt herself bump against another spectator, a little more roughly than even she had intended.

"Oops, sorry about that!"

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HP 17/17 | Armor 11

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Physical 13 | Evasion 12 | Mental 13

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[Arcticus]

 

Remy James Lacroix

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Remy roared his approval at the goal. "That's what I'm talking 'bout!"

His uncle, Argan, groaned in the seat next to him. "Come on, Kappa! I swear it's like that keeper has lead boots or something."

Remy grinned and nudged Argan. "I'll take my credits in tens and twenties, thank you."

Argan shot him a withering look. He could make himself look really mean when he wanted to. Remy sometimes forgot that his friendly Uncle Argan dealt with hardened criminals on a daily basis. But he'd been the only family member Remy had ever cared about, and the man wasn't even blood.

"There's still a whole 'nother half to play," said Argan.

Remy downed the rest of his beer and wiped the froth from his facial hair. "Unless that defense you always rave about actually does something I might as well start figuring out how I'm gonna spend your money."

Argan frowned. Remy laughed. "I'm going to get another beer. You want one?"

Argan shot Remy a knowing glance. "I suppose you'll be getting them from the Raider's Respite on the complete opposite side of the stadium?"

Remy's face flushed. He'd talked to Argan at length about Mara. How he would spend some games just sitting at the bar talking to her. How he felt like he didn't have to hide anything from her. Well, not quite... He couldn't tell her that he was neck-deep in the criminal world, selling "dubiously-acquired" art—or anything creative and of value for that matter—to the rich and powerful. Some parts of yourself were better left unshared, in his opinion. He stuttered to answer before Argan waved him away.

"Tell Mara I said hello. Just make sure you're back before the game's over, okay?"

Remy nodded, grateful that Argan was so understanding. He loved spending time with him, but he couldn't go to a Raiders game without seeing Mara at least once or twice. He squeezed his way out of their row, doing his best not to gawk at the black-clad woman in his row. She looked stiff and out of place. Way too serious looking to be a casual fan. For a paranoid second, he wondered if she was part of Larker's crew, but he banished the thought. She doesn't fit the type—

He felt a small body collide with him way harder than he was expecting. He looked over and saw a small woman apologizing to him. "I'm so sorry! I should've been watching where I was going. Are you alright?"

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HP 15 / 15 | AC 14 

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Saves | Physical: 13 | Evasion: 12 | Mental: 13

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[Colin]

For the seven there was a moment where it seemed their vision flickered, everything going black. It almost felt like something else made their eyes close, but there was no sensation of eyelids moving. After less than half a second vision was back as if nothing had happened, and there was no visible indication of what could have blocked the sun so thoroughly as to make it appear as black as a night in the countryside.

A minute later, it was hearing. There was a brief burst of what sounded like static, maybe a malfunction with the stadium sound system? A moment after the static the individuals’ hearing began to dim until nothing was audible, not even the roaring of the stadium crowd, and then with what sounded like a small electronic chirp hearing was back as normal.

The strange thing is no one around the individuals seemed to have experienced anything unusual. The crowd around the seven was still yelling at the pitch as play continued.

 

[Basil_Bottletop]

Harry van Damme

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One moment he was up dallying about with the latest chant and the next he was on his butt. Harry didn't know what had hit him so hard. He rifled through his memory to ensure he'd not taken an edible in the past few days and he'd not known any of the people sitting around him enough to be offered one here. This game had meant a lot to him and he'd made sure to have a clean engine to get him through it.

His hand traced the lip of his latest drink. It hadn't tasted any more irregular than the one before it. Warm. Semi-flat. Hoppy as hell. The crowd on either side of him barely missed a beat and he found himself sitting in a row of bouncing butts and towering chanters. He could feel the row behind him on the back of his neck too, as they too stood and chanted along.

Harry put his hand to ear and tried to rub out the buzz. The throttle of the stands and the cheers of the people around him told him nothing he did was going to get a precise check on his hearing. Which in itself felt like a bigger problem than the blackout moment. He moved to take his jacket off and cool down, thinking the heat had just gotten to him.

He hoped that was all it was.

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HP 24 / 24 | AC 17

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Saves | Physical: 13 | Evasion: 12 | Mental: 12

[TiffanyKorta]

 

Jessie Mae

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Jessie looked over at the woman who thought that this was a date and mused the question carefully. She could have quite easily have shot all this down with a sentence, but she had been curious about someone with the nerve to talk to an apparent stranger especially one like Jessie who carefully crafted an appearance that suggested she didn’t want to be disturbed. Besides the tiny bit that was her conscious said, she hadn’t lied to Radha just not told her the truth. If the other woman could put up with her intensity maybe this could end up as a real date?

She thought back to her first game, back then in the terraces things tended to get a little ruckus. The poor boys thought she was from one of those peaceful cults that preached peace and love to everyone. Unfortunately for them, she’d fought too well, even at that age able to take down people twice her size.

“Some friends introduced me to them as a child.” her voice was clipped, she’d consciously spoke without an accent. Thinking more needed to be said she added.

“It’s like a dance to me, everyone moving around in a display of supreme athletics.” she couldn’t quite put her feelings into words, she’d never been mistaken for a poet.

She enjoyed MMA but it was a professional eye, looking at what each fighter would do next and how she would counter each move as needed. With football, she could just relax and enjoy the game.

But it seemed today wasn’t a day for her to relax, something had changed here and she had long ago learned to trust her instincts. They had saved her life more than once in her life.

“Did you feel that?” she was now terse and ready for a potential fight.

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HP 21 / 21 | AC 17

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Saves | Physical: 12 | Evasion: 12 | Mental: 12

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[Kendris]

  

Maia Oberlun

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⠀⠀⠀⠀Maia dropped the two beers she has just sat down with as the sun blinked from existence, a soft yelp escaping her lips as the previously cheerful surroundings became a sea of darkness; the roar of the crowd twisted in her mind to become the sinister sneering of- and then it was gone. The light returned as her shoes and legs were splattered with the beer spraying out of the fallen cups around her and those adjacent to her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Adrenaline pumped through her veins as her now free hands sprang for her stun gun, tearing it from the garter beneath her dress as she jumped to her feet, glancing around at those who had been encircling her in the darkness. While she was startled, frightened even, she did manage to keep her weapon down and somewhat hidden in the waves of her dress. It won't do to start a panic by drawing what might look like a firearm in public, Maia she nearly hissed out loud to herself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀For the most part everyone seemed to be be unaware of her state, or just ignoring it. The loss of hearing was met with a suspicious eye; She had not been prepared for the darkness, but now training was overriding everything else.

 

Her eyes darted aroundRoll Result 12, eager for any clue as to what was going on. What almost reminded her of a walkie clicking on marked the noise of the stadium roaring back to her. Being surrounded by all these people... It is time to go, Maia, there's too much going on here.

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HP 18 / 18 | AC 12 

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Saves | Physical: 12 | Evasion: 10 | Mental: 12

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Edited May 5, 2022 by Kendris (see edit history)

[Khakhan]

Tyse Rumanen

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Before Tyse could respond, her vision went black momentarily. Then her vision went fuzzy before that passed.

Setting her cup down, she rubbed her forehead until the static in her ears went away. "Uhh...'

Looking up, she realizes the man she bumped into was still waiting for a response. "Yeah! Sorry about that! My fault entirely, got a little rowdy and I think I knocked myself for a doozie." She looks up at him, a smile spreading across her face. "Not your fault though! Unless you're rooting for the Guardians, then we gotta fight." She winks to show she's kidding. Looking around, she noticed Remy had no cup in his hands.

"Oh god! Did I make you spill your drink? I'm so sorry! I was totally not paying attention. Hype-fever, ya know?"

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HP 17/17 | Armor 11

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Physical 13 | Evasion 12 | Mental 13

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[Aavarius]

David W.N. Kol

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When his vision went black David stumbled awkwardly backwards into his seat. It had caught him completely by surprise, and he reacted with all the grace of a drunk falling down a flight of stairs. In his moment of confusion, he whacked the stiff plastic armrest. It stung like hell, shook the seat pretty hard. A grown man crashing hard into his seat made it all the more noticeable. Amara felt the collision vibrating through her attached stadium seat just two spots over.

"David!" she gasped. She was already trying to get up, difficult as it was for her. "Are you all right?"

David didn't exactly know. Part of him was freaking out, the other part searched through the catalogue of his med experience trying to remember what could cause sudden blindness.

Retinal migraine? No, it's not just one eye. Stroke? The possibilities made the freakout part of his brain do somersaults.

"DAVID!" Amara was yelling now, and the sound of it helped him get his wits about him.

"Ungn don't know," he articulated inelegantly.

"Oh, God," Amara breathed, but it was lost in the din of the crowd noise as play action down on the field rose into a fever pitched crescendo.

"Uncle David, Uncle David, full back Ramsay twenty-two passes to midfielder Marietta six, steal by forward Holcomb nine, slips past full back Ramsay twenty-two and midfielder Marietta six, kicks on goal, deflected by keeper Rodriguez two, deflected by Rodriguez two! Woo-woo-oo!" Henley's typical moment-to-moment commentary was lost on David this one time. The unfaltering cadence of position-name-jersey number was just how Henley verbally processed his soccer thoughts. Neither David nor Henley's mother gave it any mind anymore. He was jumping up and down, happily sharing his observation of the moment oblivious to the fact that the man he was talking to was sprawled in obvious incapacitation. The social awareness simply wasn't there.

"Henley, leave Uncle David alone. Watch the game," his mother redirected. She tried to keep her voice steady so as not to betray her concern. Once Henley realized something was wrong he would have ten thousand questions that Amara didn't have answers for that would satisfy him. But more than that, she knew that if he started worrying he would escalate himself into something that would made a bad situation worse.

"David, talk to me." Amara had transferred herself into the seat adjacent Henley had formerly occupied. "Do I need to call a medic?"

"I'm fine," he lied. Unconvincingly. "Just took a tumble." There were spots and movement returning to his sight. He lived in hope that whatever was ailing him was passing.

He didn't hear what Amara said next, didn't hear much of anything at all. The sounds around him distorted, crackled, and then went utterly silent. He could see Henley jumping up and down with the crowd, feel Amara shaking him by his jersey. His arm still stung. The world, however, was operating in mute.

And just like that--chirp--everything was back to normal.

"...Center Coleman ten passes to Midfielder Sonnac eight..."

"Okay, I'm going to tell somebody to get help."

"I'm back."

"What?" Amara gave David her most incredulous stare. He had grabbed her arm.

David pushed himself to a proper, upright seating position, inhaled, blinked, exhaled. "I think I'm fine this time."

Amara's face didn't budge an inch. "No. No, I'm going to call for help." He certainly looked better, but she knew enough to know that didn't mean the underlying problem was better.

She rose to follow through, finally noticing the people sitting around them were helping a nearby woman in a dress who apparently had tripped and spilled a couple beer cups. She looked panicky as Amara felt, but there were some polite folk moving in to render aid. The thought never crossed Amara's mind that what was affecting David was the same thing affecting this woman.

Amara, however, didn't get very far. David still had firm hold of her arm. Gently he pleaded, "Just...give me a minute. We can get help in a minute, okay?"

Amara sighed, relented. "You medical assholes are the worst patients, you know that?" She was too flustered to realize she had said that loud enough Henley could hear it.

"Yep," David agreed. "Doctor's orders."

"You're not a doctor yet."

"But I'm already an asshole."

"Mhm. Read my mind."

The two siblings shared a companionable silence as they watched Henley whooping and hollering at the stadium pitch below.

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HP 21 / 21  |  AC 17  |  Physical 12  |  Evasion 12  |  Mental 12

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Status:  X

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[Arcticus]

 

Remy James Lacroix

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Remy stumbled back as his vision suddenly blinked in and out, like a screen refreshing. He shook his head as the sound of static filled his ears. Maybe that lady had bumped into him harder than he realized? He looked around, partially to see if anyone else had seen his momentary weirdness, partially to see if anyone else had experienced the same thing. He wasn't sure if he felt embarrassed or relieved that it was just him. He turned to the lady and frowned. She was rubbing her temples. Had she experienced the same thing he had?

He blinked a couple of times to make sure his eyesight was fine. "Sorry about that, I kind of...zoned out for a sec."

He throws a playful, sloppy salute. "Any real citizen of New Ry-Ur that's worth anything knows the Guardians are the best team in the whole league. Rooting for anyone else is sacrilege."

When the lady asks if she spilled his beer, he shakes his head. "No, no, you're fine. I was actually on my way to get another beer. He holds out a hand. "I'm Remy."

He pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek. Should he ask her if her vision blacked out to? What about the static? Was that a weird thing to ask someone? He almost didn't ask, but something compelled him to find out.

"So... this is... this is a bit of a weird question. But did you hear a whole lot of static just a few seconds ago?"

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HP 15 / 15 | AC 14 

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Saves | Physical: 13 | Evasion: 12 | Mental: 13

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