ꜱ1ᴇ3　　javelin-throwing

@☬　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: jasmine - vinida

"I never knew him. I don't intend to know him. It's not as though I'm concerned with him. But my mother is dead... she was killed when I was fifteen by a he—by a hunter. I suppose, in a roundabout way, that's how I ended up here. The Captain of the Dream Guard." It was already well-known that he was nonhuman; and everyone in the Dream Guard had some kind of story as to how they ended up there. Eden was careful enough not to slip any information that could have given the identity of himself or his mother—he was smart, smarter than he was given real credit for. The derpy, high snake of the chatrooms was a well-crafted image he had learned to paint as camouflage.

"Cats aren't cute," the gorgon insisted, with a scowl. "I'm not being dramatic! Cats are out to overthrow our societies and civilizations. Cat sympathizers can't be trusted, Squishy. You're making me suspicious of you." He shook his head, disappointed. "They don't just sleep all day. They attack unsuspecting snakes."

Eden could only smile at Fang's statement. "You'd be surprised," he answered simply, "you wouldn't be the first person I've swallowed whole." He tilted his head, and frowned. "Fluffy," he said with the utmost seriousness, "is the only acceptable cat in the world. He is warm and fluffy and a nice pillow."

@✠　Eden Well, that was him told. If the snake claims to be extremely loveable, who was he to argue? He shook his head to himself. Snakes were adorable, but he wouldn’t touch them. “Ah, I see, sorry. Dad’s who leave their kids are just to be honest. Not worth your time,” He shrugged, then leaned all the way back, stretching out with his arms behind his head for support. With neither parent, he supposed both of them were . Or not. They didn’t /have/ to keep their children.

“Cats’ll murder anything, Slither. That doesn’t make them any less cute though. Some types of dog are really dumb but that doesn’t make them less cute.” Fang wanted a cat. Or any kind of pet. He liked frogs, too. Not that they had anything to do with cats and snakes, but they were adorable and he wanted them. “Maybe you’re being the tiniest bit dramatic? I mean, they’re fluffy little things with claws and the cuteness factor, but they’re not going for world domination I don’t think. Don’t they just like to sleep all day?” While he’d totally have one, Fang was not an experienced pet owner. He didn’t think he’d ever had a pet. One day, maybe.

Being swallowed whole was not a way Fang wanted to go. “I don’t think I could fit in your mouth,” He couldn’t help responding with a shake of his head. “You’re really short so if you didn’t chew you’d like.. die. I’m not sure. Do you often eat people alive?” He chuckled. “Maybe you should take it up with the people in charge. Didn’t you tell me about the mayor having a tiger at one point in the chatroom?”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: destiny - lovelyz

"We are extremely lovable," Eden confirmed. He gave Stretch a little headpat with his fingertip, and laughed. Did Fang think he was upset because his parents had split up? What a precious human. "I only knew my mother. There's no love lost between my father and I, whoever he is." Stretch began making his way up his arm, and Eden held the limb out so the snake's path to slither under the sleeve of his t-shirt was unobstructed.

Eden narrowed his eyes at Fang. Cat sympathizers just couldn't be trusted. This was why Eden had difficulties with humans. They supported the enemy of snakekind. They were being mind-controlled by cats. "I don't think you're understanding me, Squishy. Cats murder /snakes/. I am snake. I do not want to be murdered by a furry evil beast that you think is /cute/. Cats will be this world's downfall. They're everywhere. They're watching. People feel sorry for them and take them in and they're planning to destroy /everything/."

The gorgon nodded. "Good, I'm glad you agree with me or else I'd have to swallow you whole." He slow-blinked behind his sunglasses, completely serious with this threat. "The system oppresses snakes. Maybe it's being run by cats already, behind the scenes."

@✠　Eden Fang’s head dipped into a light nod. He was a hunter - most work related things were done under the guard’s radar. He was only being nice, anyway. “Yeah, I will thanks.” Of course he’d keep safe. Being a squishy like himself didn’t come with many advantages. But he made do, because sometimes it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t get hatecrimed for being a little bit different to everyone else. “Yeah.. extremely,” He drew out the sentence before continuing. “Hey, it’s okay, not everyone’s parents stick together, mine didn’t either. Or- kind of? I don’t know if they did.” He shrugged a little bit, but after a few moments leaned over to give the short guy a pat on the head.

“Cats are still adorable though, you have to admit. They have the fluffiest faces, they’re just evil and yes, like to torture things.” He blinked a few times. Circle of life, right? Only to pause and feel his cheeks warm at the expression he was fixed with. “Hey, I didn’t hear you properly, don’t look at me like that!” He shook his head to himself. “Yeah yeah, I agree with that. They shouldn’t be defanged or have to suffer at all, they all deserve nice homes.” Fang huffed lightly. It seemed like common decency to make sure animals were taken care of well, but there you go. “Down with the government! The system is corrupt! It isn’t in favour of the snakes!”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: if we were made of water - banks

"Good, I'm glad to hear that," Eden said, pleased. He sat up a little straighter, a tiny balloon of pride for his Guards swelling in his chest (he'd never admit that to them, their egos would grow and he'd have to crush them again). "But, of course, I'd still advise you to be careful," he added. "Regardless of if you've encountered trouble yet, it doesn't mean it won't be there in the future and it would be foolish for me to presume that nothing could happen beyond the Dream Guard's notice."

The gorgon huffed, and took away the hand that had curled protectively over the little snake laced through his fingers. "Extremely lovable," he groused. And then he shrugged. "It's just nature. My mother—" the Guard Captain clammed up, and shook his head. "They just don't. And of course you're a cat person, you're a human. Humans like cats. Cats would kill you if they had the chance. They'd do it for entertainment. Awful little creatures. They play with and murder snakes. And torture them. Ew."

Once again, Eden fixed Fang with an are-you-stupid look. "Not the fourth /zero/," he replied patiently, "the fourth /zoo/. Free the snakes! Overthrow the tyrants! Prevent the torment and defanging of the snek!"

@✠　Eden He supposed the captain of the guard would have a lot of enemies. Fang might get a promotion if he killed the captain of the dream guard. Or maybe not, he could already see Ailell’s disappointed face. The scary dad face. Yeah, Fang didn’t plan on hurting anyone eyes again. “Yeah, I’m sure. You guys do a good job though, a vampire friend of mine said once that I’d have to be careful, ‘cause I’m a human being friends with so many creatures, but I haven’t been threatened by anyone yet.” Long drawn out chattering. He was just a regular citizen, doing regular citizen things in his day to day life.

Fang blinked a few times. He’d offended the guy with that? “Oh- I’m sorry, no, you and Stretch don’t seem loveless. I’m sure you’re very and loveable and whatever.” The human waved a hand and shook his head quickly. “Yeah yeah, snakes are loving I’m sure. How come they don’t mate for life?” Stretching his back before letting his hands in his lap again, he huffed. “Cats are kinda scary but I’d totally have one of my own.”

“The fourth zero..? Slither, isn’t that unhealthy for them? What about the ones that like living alone? Isn’t that a thing some snakes like?”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: i like that - lee jin hyuk

Eden shrugged. "A slithery guy like me being the captain of the Dream Guard makes me a lot of enemies," he replied. He pushed himself back up to a sitting position, propped up on one hand. "Criminals and hunters and foreign officials don't like me because I'm good at my job, and so are my Guards." Most of them, anyway. Over the years, Eden had weeded traitors out of their ranks.

Horrified, Eden gasped, putting a hand over Stretch as though to protect him from the scandalous words that had left Fang's mouth. "Take that back," he demanded, "of course we can feel love! Do I look like someone who can't feel love to you? I'm perfectly lovable and loving. And so are the snakes." He pet Stretch with one fingertip. "It's true that snakes don't mate for life and sometimes eat their young but that's called /nature/. You don't see people getting mad at, say, cats for killing their own kittens because they're male." Ew, cats.

"Anyway, I have a lot of snakes," Eden said proudly. "I lost count after the fourth zoo." His blink was slow, smile innocent.

@✠　Eden Alright? A guy that wanted no friends. That was fair enough - there was times in his life where Fang didn’t want any either, and he was sure this Captain Eden had lived a lot longer than him. That meant he was wiser, right? Old age meant wisdom and all that, right? Fang didn’t want wisdom. He wanted to join the 27s club and be young forever. If he couldn’t trade away his humanity to the devil, obviously. Or a vampire, that would work too.

“How does a slithery guy like you make enemies?” This seemed like a perfectly nice guy, what were people doing trying to make an enemy from him? Fang shook his head to himself. Let the skating snake be.

Anyway, Stretch seemed like a good danger noodle, and Fang, in all his obliviousness to the fact that the captain liked snakes a lot, nodded his head slowly, most definitely assuming the snake was a pet. “I wouldn’t think of snakes as possessive. Is it true they don’t like.. feel love? That’s always seemed sad to me, but is it true? How many snakes have you got at home?”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: mateo - tove lo

Eden slow-blinked and pushed his sunglasses up his nose before they could slip down. No need to accidentally petrify the human. He was nice enough, Eden supposed, though Lian's intel told him he was one of the hunters. Ah, but one of the ones she said was good. Right. Had no choice. Yes. If this was the right Fang, anyway. "I prefer the days where I had none," he said drily. "Ziminiar is a nuisance."

Eden shrugged. "I don't pay attention to things like that," he remarked, smile wry. "Romantic endeavours are not my strong suit. Too easy to get people hurt when you have a lot of enemies."

Eden glanced at the human. "He named himself," he lilted. "Because he says he's stretchy. It's not my naming skills." Did Stretch look like a pet? Stretch was a /friend/. If the human called Stretch his pet Eden would probably throw a rock at him. "I probably do. There's always a snake with me somewhere. They're very affectionate. And also possessive. They get mad when I bring home more snakes."

@✠　Eden “You’ve only got one?” Fang paused a moment, then slowly nodded. “I guess that’s better than none, honestly.” Or maybe it wasn’t. Some people liked having no friends, some people liked having lots of friends. Each to their own, it wasn’t his business. “Except people who like people in jeans on skateboards?” Did people like people in jeans on skateboards? They were popular, right? Whatever.

Fang paused, however, to watch the snake making an appearance. Slither had snakes- that was pretty fitting. The hunter was pleasantly surprised to see the scaly thing. Snakes were cute. “Stretch? And you told me off for Slithery guy. It’s nice to meet you though, Stretch.” He watched the thing curiously. Snakes were cute, but he didn’t think he’d hold one. “Have you got any other stowaways, or is Stretch the only one?”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: bon bon chocolat

"Friend. Singular." Eden flopped onto his back, still wrapped in his blanket, and proceeded to bask in the sunlight. He could go for a basket of eggs right about now... No. He needed to stop having such a one-track mind. There were other things in the world besides food and sleep. And warmth... No! "Meh, maybe, but then I'd stand out. I don't very much like doing that. No one gives me a second glance when I'm wearing jeans, except when I nearly run them over on my skateboard."

Slithery. Eden couldn't help but giggle. Yeah, someone would probably describe him as slithery. He was, after all, a gorgon. He was a snake creature. And he had snakes. Speaking of snakes, and snakes that Eden had... He let go of the sides of his blanket so he could stick his hand up his shirt, pulling out the tiny viper that had been set on making itself at home on his chest. "Hey," he scolded, carefully holding the snake up to look it in the eye, "you were supposed to stay at home, sir. Someone might step on you." The viper /sssss/ed, and Eden rolled his eyes. "Fine," he grumbled, and let him make himself at home draped over Eden's boney fingers. "This is Fang. Fang, this is Stretch."

@✠　Eden “Well that’s just unfair. But it’s good you have friends, right? Fair enough though, if you’re used to it. Don’t get it wet, you’ll never get out of it. Something like that, I dunno, I’ve never gotten denim wet.” He waved a hand too, all nonchalant and lazy. “Togas? Can’t you like, commission someone to make you a good one? Do sewing people do that?” He asked, blinking a few times. He was sure they did. “Modern clothing is comfy. Plus - aren’t togas airy?”

Fang sat down, giving his knees a little rest. His long limbs were everywhere as he nestled himself down on the grass. “Hey, I don’t spend all day coming up with nicknames. You’re Slither, so you’re probably slithery- and that makes you a slithery guy.” Well, that was all confusing. He waved his hand again. “Well, as long as you’ve been alive, that sounds wonderful. You must be working a busy job. Ugh, everyone’s heard some interesting things and it makes me wonder if they’ve heard good interesting things, or bad interesting things.” He huffed, leaning back on his arms. “How am I supposed to know what everyone’s talking about if nobody asks me about it?” Fang paused, then shook his head. “I was awful, but I’m doing okay again now.”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: what i said - victon

"I see other people wearing denim," grumbled Eden, "he's just being rude because I'm not a stranger to him. Woe is me. Woe is me for ever allowing him to decide we're 'besties'." Eden crinkled up his nose. "What do you mean a disadvantage? I'm never at a disadvantage. I do my job in denim. I'm used to it. It's not as comfortable as togas, certainly, but what can you do? Modern people make /horrible/ togas. It's just all wrong." He flapped his hand. "So modern clothing."

The captain nodded. "That's me," he confirmed, drawing his knees up so he could rest his chin on them. "Captain Eden, captain of the Dream Guard, 'the slithery guy'. The slithery guy? You couldn't come up with anything better?" Well, whatever, it wasn't like it mattered anyway. "Something's always happening," he answered cryptically, and slid his blanket down so it was no longer wrapped around his head, but tucked over his shoulders. "I've been alive. Here and there and everywhere. Working, mostly, I always stay busy. How have you been? I've heard some interesting things."

@✠　Eden () the fact that I forgot that too-

What a stubborn guy. Fang admired that. the authorities and all of that. He didn’t really know, he didn’t think he’d say that very much, now he was trying to escape the bad guys and become one of the good guys. Fang would make such a good good guy. As soon as he managed to run away without getting dragged back and executed or something grim like that.

“Oh, well, that’s pretty unfair, huh? But I guess he makes the rules. Wouldn’t denim be more difficult to do like.. sport activities in? I feel like you’d be at a disadvantage or something.” Talk about disadvantages - Fang was one of the weak squishies, for God’s sake. But, he was there to represent the ‘squishies can still do sports well’ committee, as well as be on his best behaviour and start no fights, or fires.

“Captain Eden! You’re the slithery guy, one of the dream guard,” Fang exclaimed, grinning. Well, it was always lovely being reunited with random people. “I haven’t seen you in ages, Slither. I was worried something happened. How have you been?”

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: starboy - the weeknd

[ hello i am a dumb who literally forgot that eden should have been wearing sunglasses so for the sake of fang not turning to stone we're gonna just say his sunglasses are semi-translucent k? dgfhksjfgnsdkgsg ]

"Oh. Well, good. You wouldn't get very far," Eden informed the stranger. It was very important that he understood there was absolutely no changing Eden's mind no matter what. He was going to just stay right there and if their team lost, oopsie daisies.

"Of course there's a reason," the gorgon sniffed. He pushed his sunglasses a little higher on his nose. "Ziminiar told me to wear blue, but in the same breath told me my denim outfit wouldn't count. So I decided, if my jeans don't count, I'm not going to participate and he can either apologize and let me wear jeans or I'll sit like a bump on a log through the entire competition and not talk to him for a week afterward."

The name Fang was somewhat familiar. Eden blinked as he tried to place it, his hum thoughtful. "My name's Eden," he said eventually. "It's also nice to meet you... Oh! You're the squishy!" There! He'd placed it! Fang was the name of a human he'd talked to in the chatrooms before.

@✧　Li Mingda ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: circles - post malone

Lian made a soft noise of surprise, but wrapped her arms around the other ghost in turn. She hadn't got the hang of /not/ possessing whoever she touched yet, so hugging living people had been out of the question and Demitri wasn't someone she was close enough with to hug. And of course Lian worried that if she let someone that close to her she'd end up being stabbed in the back again just like with Beau, but that was besides the point. It had been two months since the day she died and her only physical contact had always resulted in people being possessed, so maybe she was also relieved to have someone she could hug.

"Hundreds of years?" Lian yelped. She couldn't imagine going that long without being able to touch and interact with other people! She was lucky, she supposed, in that she was a poltergeist. People could still perceive her, could touch her when she learned to control her physicality and possession skills, and could hear her. But this girl had gone hundreds of years without something Lian felt starved only going two months without.

"Of course we can be friends," Lian reassured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Don't worry, I don't really care about the javelins anyway. It's just a game, and I don't take it that serious. I'm just here to have fun, and because I kind of have to be since my commanding officers basically ordered me to come. They're convinced it'll be fun or something, but everyone seems to be a mess and certain people on my team spend more time butting heads than actually trying to compete," the poltergeist confessed. "But thank you for promising. Um... so what's your name? Mine's Lian."

@✠　Eden Alright, so the blanketed man wasn’t so happy. It was very clear from his narrowed eyes. He looked like one of the cute video’s on the internet of snakes, so Fang was having a hard time keeping his face straight. It wasn’t his fault! It was a mixture of cute and ‘how old are you really?’ “Calm down, I’m not trying to make you throw.”

The human shook his head and sighed. The extra help could be good for their team, but Fang wasn’t the most competitive person in the world. He didn’t get any anger out of someone’s refusal to participate. He was very tempted not to show up himself, but the idea of finally meeting Ai the Ai and impressing his boyfriend were too good to miss. Besides, he’d just be curled up in his bed watching cartoons and destroying his lungs if not.

“Well, that’s lovely for you. Is there any reason in particular you don’t want to join in?” He inquired, propping his chin on his hand, elbow resting on his knee as he squinted at the gorgon. “I’m Fang though, nice to meet you. Who’re you, grumpy blanket man?”

@✠　Mu Lian [] *in any funny way

@✠　Mu Lian [] that song though oof, right in the feels-

"Ah-" Without answering any of the other's questions, Sizi swooped in and enveloped the woman in a tight embrace. Her arms around the other, the pressure from their bodies against each other, the - god forbid - warmth she might just be imagining... Sizi's grip on the other tightened just the tiniest bit. It still wasn't a tight hug, she was barely touching the other, but this was far more skinship than Sizi allowed herself ever. She bit down a sniffle and after a few seconds of closing her eyes and enjoying the light embrace, she pulled away. She was crying, dabbing at her tears with a cerulean, gold thread handkerchief with one hand, while the other held onto the other ghost's hand.

"I have, but they all left me behind. I haven't been able to touch anyone for hu-", her voice cracked and she let out a shaky breath to calm her bubbling emotions, "hundreds of y- years." Sizi blushed at her words and drew away, still sniffling a little. "I don't mean that in any way.", she added quickly. "Can we-"

Sizi heard her maids' voices in her head, cheering her on to go talk to strangers and make friends. She had always struggled with that. What could one expect from an isolated girl who, in her thousands of years, had only known 7 people, and all 7 had approached her? It didn't help that the vast number of people she saw did not see her. Yes, she could make herself somewhat visible, but... that was embarrassing.

The memory of her maids was encouraging her now, and a rare flame lit up inside her. "Can we be friends? I can't fix the javelins, but I promise not to break anything else!"

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: dreams - fleetwood mac

Eden was just fine sulking by himself until the shadow fell over him and someone asked him if he was okay—and called him buddy, like he was some kind of child. Eden tilted his head up, eyes narrowed in venom-green slits, and gave a jerky nod. "I'm fine," he informed the stranger, in a voice that was only a bit petulant.

When the stranger squatted down, Eden was freed from having to crane his neck to see him. Good. The gorgon curled into himself a little tighter, making himself comfortable, and scowled. "Yes, I'm on the blue team," he answered, "and no, I'm not going to throw. And you can't make me. No one can make me. I'm not doing it. I'm going to stay right here, be comfortable in my blanket, and not touch a single javelin." He said it matter-of-factly, so the other man would know there was absolutely no changing his mind.

Eden could have introduced himself. Instead, he let his features relax slowly, the scowl and narrowed eyes slipping away so he was just gazing at the stranger with snakelike eyes half-lidded. It would have been a perfect day to stretch out on a rock or a rooftop and nap underneath the sun's rays, but of course, he was sulking and he wanted Ziminiar to see the full effect of so rudely demanding he wear blue and /not/ jeans. So he couldn't bask in the sunshine, as much as he wanted to, and he couldn't nap, even if the sunlight was starting to make him sleepy.

@✧　Li Mingda ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: way back home - shaun

"Yes, of course I can see you," Lian answered. She leaned back when the other ghost came closer, trying to keep some distance between their faces while her mind provided unhelpful information like /other people can't see her so I look like I'm talking to thin air/.

"Um... yeah. I'm a poltergeist," Lian answered. She tried to turn with the other ghost, keeping her in her line of sight—hey, she'd learned her lesson about trusting people to be in her vicinity. "What kind of ghost are you? Just the garden variety, or are you a banshee or something?" Maybe that was rude to ask but her screaming was /loud/ and it hurt Lian's eardrums.

Her... spectral, ghostie eardrums. Whatever, it didn't matter, they were still eardrums and they could still hurt from loud noises.

Luckily for the other ghost in the tent, Lian had experience with rapid speech—she was often guilty of it herself, when she had been alive—and she nodded, albeit a little bit hesitantly. "Sure...? Have you never seen another ghost before or something?"

@✠　Eden Fang, actually, for a change, wanted to do kind of well. And not just to impress his boyfriend - the team spirit had gotten to him. In a strange, ‘are javelins as easy to throw as knives?’ way.

However, his attention had been caught by something else. A little ball of blue, at the edge. At first, he thought it might be a sulking child, forced to watch the games by their parent. However, upon closer inspection - it was definitely a fully grown person hidden under the blue blanket. His brows furrowed as he walked over, inquisitive.

“You doing okay down there buddy?” He asked, taking a moment before squatting down to blink at the man. He wasn’t all that familiar, and despite them clearly being on the same team - or at least he thought, the blue blanket had to be some kind of team thing, right? - but Fang wanted to make sure just in case. Sports could sometimes be the cause of mental breakdowns, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the poor angry looking man was having one.

“Is it your turn to throw yet, or have you already done it? Wait - you’re on the blue team, right?”

@✠　Mu Lian Sizi's laugh caught in when the second entrant to the tent looked right at her and proceeded to roll her eyes. She could see her? How? Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she drifted a few feet back, while in her mind she was trying to find an explanation for being seen. Could it be... for the first time in all of her life post-death, she had met a ghost? Well, besides her maids, of course.

Her hands clasped over her lower face, she floated a few feet up and stared down at the woman in glittery pink staring at her, arms folded. "..." It was a bit rude, but wasn't that the whole fun of a competition? "You can see me?" Sizi floated closer, right up to the other until their faces were only centimetres away. "Really?"

Sizi drifted around her in a tight circle. "Are you a ghost too?" She reached out, her fingertips trembling. They made contact. They stopped. "KYAH!" Sizi let out yet another piercing scream, but not infused with powers so nothing around was harmed, and shot several meters back. Her eyes were wide with delight and disbelief.

"I know this is very sudden and very unbecoming and not proper of me at all-", she was speaking at a million miles a second, "but can I hug you?"

@☠　Fang Geming ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: soap - melanie martinez
↳ ᴇᴅᴇɴ: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/35/26/cf3526299f8455f8783f51a6d36c9754.jpg

'You have to wear blue for the games,' Ziminiar had told Eden, 'and denim doesn't count.'

Well, fine. Eden had pulled on a white t-shirt, black gym shorts, and grabbed his soft blue blanket off of his bed. He'd wrapped himself in the blanket, stomped to the competition field, plunked down and refused to move or participate in the competition.

And so here he was, still sitting on the field, still wrapped in his blanket and still refusing to move. Reina (his team captain for this game, amusingly) had cooed at him in the hopes that being babied by his subordinate would encourage him to at least get up, but Eden had just glared at her and wrapped himself even tighter in his blanket. Only his face and feet poked out of the blanket he was bundled up in, and he blinked balefully at Ziminiar, who was gesturing at him like he expected the gorgon to get up and throw a javelin.

No. Eden was /not moving/. He couldn't wear denim as his 'blue' clothes? His team couldn't reap the benefits of having a Greek warrior in their midst. The Dream Guard captain huffed. Maybe he was being a bit petty sulking in his blanket, but this was what happened when Ziminiar tried to tell him what he could and couldn't wear.

He should have worn a pink t-shirt, just to give his friend a headache.

@✧　Li Mingda ↳ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 01, 2051
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: x games - au/ra
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"Participate in the games, Mr. Demitri said," Lian muttered, stomping through the competition grounds. Behind the mask that concealed the upper part of her face, her expression was a stormy one. "It'll be fun, Mr. Klahan said." What they didn't say was that she'd end up on a team with the responsible for her death. It had taken all of Lian's (strained) self-control not to launch a javelin through her mortal enemy's throat.

Seeing Beau had brought all of the unfair feelings rushing back at once, anger and pain and a hatred so thick she'd started shaking and Areti had pinched her like /that/ would help. It had been tempting to possess her but Ailell had glanced their way and Lian had sheltered behind Areti despite the mask she wore.

The last time she wore pink, Lian had died. And it had been painful and horrible and had made her a resentful spirit, a vengeful ghost who was told—unfairly!—that she didn't /deserve/ vengeance for her murder.

Well, whatever. She pulled open the flap of the tent where the pink team's javelins were kept and paused, hearing the laughter. Her eyes fell on the ghost wearing blue, and she rolled her eyes. "Really," she grumbled. "My day couldn't get any worse." It wasn't that she didn't want to see another ghost, but some of their javelins were broken and she knew the other ghost was responsible. "Get out," she sighed at her teammate, "I'll take care of it."

When he left the tent, she folded her arms and stared at the other ghost. "Breaking our team's javelins is rude."

@✠　Mu Lian A pink team member came jogging into the tent, but they couldn't see Sizi as they were not a ghost. "Hey- it's empty... what the hell...", he spoke to someone. Sizi floated around him, laughing, except this time she did not project her voice into the land of the living. Only fellow ghosts would be able to hear her.

@✠　Mu Lian () ignore last sentence pls!

@✠　Mu Lian () ignore last sentence pls!

@✠　Mu Lian Sizi was on the prowl. It was the middle of the night before the games started and, surprisingly, the pink team's tent was empty. Except for Sizi of course. She was invisible at the present to all except fellow ghosts and was in the ground, only her head sticking out. Sizi was here to sabotage the enemy team's javelins. She was staring right at them. Sneaking around was pretty easy for her. Now she was faced with the question of how to sabotage... given that she couldn't touch anything. Tsk. She could try screaming at them - a much better idea than it sounded - but that would be so noisy. Sizi hadn't figured out how to throw her voice without making a sound... yet. "..." It didn't seem like there was anyone around. Sizi got ready, rolled her shoulders a few times, stretched her neck and did a few breathing exercises. What followed was a scream high-pitched and loud enough to make a nearby human's ears ring, maybe even bleed. The javelins rattled and a few broke. Sizi immediately drif