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Post by M'kel on Jul 20, 2009 23:01:48 GMT -5
Eligibility: Blues and Greens
Materials: Riding harness. No fire lizards may be used.
Activity: Volunteer dragons are flying high in the sky over the island. They have each been given a bucket of paint and a ladle. The competitors are flying below. Unlike last year, the competitors will fly at the same time, rather than one at a time.
The Goal: Catch as many dollops of red paint as possible! The Search/Rescue dragons will need to 'save' the paint by diving underneath it, or otherwise throwing their bodies somehow into the falling paint's path. It is perfectly acceptable for riders to be 'catch' the paint as well. Whichever dragonriding pair is the most drenched in red paint by the end wins!
Procedure: Everyone wishing to compete will have 3 days to post in this thread starting July 21st. At this point, the winners will be determined from those who have posted by dice rolling.
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Post by Journye on Jul 21, 2009 16:02:02 GMT -5
S'lem checked his riding straps once more as he waited for the signal to begin. He smiled to himself as Griflith shifted from foot to foot in his excitement, the blue was nearly always excited. The excitement was contagious and S'lem grinned broadly as he patted the blue's neck affectionately. Griflith calm down a bit, save your energy for the competition, S'lem chided gently.
Griflith turned his head to look at his rider with eyes whirling quickly in excitement. I'm sorry mine, but I can't calm down. We are going to do so well![/color] the blue assured his rider and S'lem laughed softly.
He turned his attention back forward, waiting for the signal to begin.
Ah! There it was! He pulled his goggles into place as Griflith launched himself into the air, his wings beating strongly to carry them high enough. Then drops of paint were falling and rider and dragon worked together to catch the "victims".
Griflith rumbled loudly in delight as they quickly caught four drops successfully. S'lem chuckled and was careful to keep his mouth closed as the dove and weaved to catch the drops.
S'lem let outa short shout of surprise as a splatter of paint landed on his goggles, completely covering the vision of his left eye. He shook his head and patted Griflith on the neck.
Sorry mine, but at least we caught it![/color] the blue laughed even as he apologized, twisting in the air to try and catch another drop, but missed it by a wing span.
So they continued, weaving and diving to catch the paint, missing some as well.
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Journye settled deeply into her straps and pulled them tight then pulled her goggles down into place. She rested her hands on Lucaith's neck in front of her, shaking her head. She wasn't feeling well, but she was determined to compete in this competition.
Lucaith rumbled worriedly as he turned to look at his rider. Journyemine, you should be rest. We don't have to do this,[/color] the blue told his rider one again. Journye shook her head and tucked a stray strand of hair back under her helmet, she wasn't about to get paint in her hair. I'm fine Lucaith. I promise once the tournament is over I'll get rest, she reassured the blue. As a Journeyman Healer she knew her limits and she was close, but not there yet. She was more frustrated with herself for feeling bad in the first place. She hadn't been careful enough in the infirmary it seemed.
She was jolted by surprise as Lucaith took to the air at the signal. She shook her head again and turned her complete attention back to the task at hand "saving" paint. She gritted her teeth as the weaving and diving of Lucaith made her already queasy stomach even worse.
She smiled as she saw the red paint starting to color her blue's neck and shoulders, she even had some on her shirt. She kept her teeth clenched tightly and focused on the task until time was called. She would be able to do this with Lucaith who was sending her constant thoughts of love and worry.
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 21, 2009 17:43:04 GMT -5
Q'tris was in higher spirits than he'd been in a long time, striding over to Minth with a distinctly excited grin, twinkling hazel eyes glancing up at the dragons above. The Hatching had been a fabulous success, with only a few unfortunate instances, no terribly serious injuries, only one unImpressed candidate, and - perhaps the greatest force behind his enthusiasm - his daughter had finally Impressed. With the weight of the Hatching off his shoulders, Q'tris could finally heave a sigh of relief and enjoy himself for a while.
"Ready, love?" He rubbed the side of Minth's minty face, and her whirling eyes glimmered in turn. As soon as you are, Mineown. She replied, reveling in Q'tris happiness. This would be a...fun! event indeed. She rumbled in a draconic chuckle as Q'tris pulled himself onto her back and snapped his riding helmet securely on. You are aware that I normally would not approve of this... Oh hush, it is not your hide getting splattered, Q'trismine.[/color]
Taking to the skies hadn't felt so good in a long time. Q'tris had only enjoyed a moment of this freedom before the paint began to fall, and Minth jolted out toward the first rapidly falling slop with a roar of delight. Oh! It tickles.[/color] She chimed giddily, wriggling as the cool paint splattered on her head. Q'tris laughed, directing her toward another splash of red in the sky. Lucaith, however, had gotten to it first, and Minth immediately darted in the other direction. Before long, paint was splattered randomly across her hide, sprinkling Q'tris' jacket. He'd just begun to laugh silently to himself at how ridiculously amusing this entire situation was when - SPLAT! - perhaps the largest dollop landed square on his head and shoulders.
You planned that. He chuckled, attempting to wipe his goggles clean with already paint-spattered gloves. Minth's draconic grin was distinctly impish. Whatever do you mean? She inquired innocently, rumbling merrily as Q'tris attempted to fling the excess paint at her. They scarcely realized when the time ran out.
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Post by Kitari on Jul 21, 2009 22:55:05 GMT -5
"This is ridiculous!"
Brinne was extremely peeved. Her brow was furrowed in a deep frown, her left hand was on one hip, and her right hand was propping her helmet against her other hip.
"I am not letting someone pour paint all over me!"
The greenrider was indignant, offended, and slightly embarrassed. The last thing she wanted was to sully her lovely Elinth's hide with spatterings of ugly red paint. And it was just sure to stain her wherhide jacket! Not to mention her hair. Oooh, if it got in her hair, someone was going to pay...
Please, mine? Elinth asked hopefully, nuzzling a narrow green snout against her rider's neck. We already signed up. And I would really like to do it... I think it would be fun.
Brinne bristled, chest puffing out with a deep breath as if she wanted to scream in frustration, and then she deflated. "Of course, my darling. Of course we'll do it. I just wish someone hadn't come up with such a silly idea for this competition! Really now. Last year, I heard, they just had to catch sacks or something. Paint?!"
With a measured exhalation, the greenrider raised her helmet and carefully secured it, being sure to tuck up every treasured fiery lock into its protective covering. She really wasn't that perturbed by the challenges posed by this event. It was more the indignity of it all; they were supposed to be noble and proud dragonriders, yet they were supposed to compete to try and look as ridiculous as possible.
Elinth knew all of this, of course. She never would have pushed her rider if she thought Brinne was truly opposed to it, but she did know that the girl needed some coaxing to try new things on occasion. And, often, she ended up enjoying herself!
Brinne took one last moment to reach up and stroke Elinth's eye ridges lovingly, whispering to the green how wonderful she was, before she clambered onto the dragon's back and secured herself in the riding straps. There was a part of her begrudgingly excited to compete, and she did feel happy whenever Elinth was so... Thus, there was no more reluctance in Brinne's voice when she called for her dragon to leap into the skies.
"Ooh, careful!" she called as a drop of paint fell uncomfortably close to one of Elinth's perfect wings.
Mine, we're supposed to catch them.[/color][/i]
"Yes, well, no need to get it on your wings...oh, there! Good one, Elinth!" Brinne cried as a large splotch appeared high up on the green's neck. As S'lem and Griflith soared by on their left, Brinne began to grin slightly, caught up in the thrill of flying and competing. "Look, another one!" she called, cheering in triumph as Elinth swerved to land that splotch on her back. "Excellent!"
It wasn't long before even Elinth's wings were turning red, paint flecks flying into the air behind them with each sweep of her wings. Red paint was also dribbling down Elinth's neck to coat her neck ridges, but Brinne found that she didn't really care anymore if her wherhide pants got spattered. This was kind of fun!
"Watch out for Minth!" she called warningly. Then, catching sight of a dollop of paint missed by the other green, she cried out in excitement. Elinth reacted instantly to her rider's first thoughts, diving towards it.
"Yes!" they both cried, as it splattered right across the front of Brinne's wherhide jacket.
Oh! I'm so sorry, mine! Elinth cried, looking back to survey the damage.
"I'm fine, love, keep flying!" Brinne urged, reaching up to wipe a dot of paint from her nose, before gesturing towards another falling dollop. Elinth was performing marvelously. Why, they might even win this!
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 23, 2009 13:31:41 GMT -5
It was odd just how many riders had to be convinced to play the games. For example, Raoth was in his rider's weyr with His's Clutchbrother and Clutchsister, all three of them trying to convince K'mar to stop reading the hide he found so interesting and come play! Crown lay on his bed, transformed from a Junior Weyrwoman to a young teenager again as she hung her head over the side and ripped the hide from K'mar's hands. 'You goof, this is the oldest and driest of the history records. Why wouldn't you want to be outside, where it's pretty?' K'mar, ignoring the chiming agreement of everyone else in the room, and tried to snatch back to the wherhide. "Because, I think it's interesting. And I don't feel like flying around pretending to be a Search and Rescue dragonrider." Suddenly Raoth's big head was shoved on his lap, and one whirling eye presented it to him. You do not wish to have fun with me, Mine? I would want to be a Search and Rescue pair unless you don't want us to.
K'mar knew he was struck after that, even as D'rel rose and tried to worm his way into his lap next to Raoth's head. All he ended up doing was climbing ontop of the Blue, but it didn't really matter to any involved. 'Please, K'mar? For meeeeeee~' Hiding a smile, the twin pushed his brother off of his dragon's head and onto the floor. "Don't squish my dragon with your fatness, you ugly mug." D'rel only smiled up at him, batting his eyelashes. 'My ugly mug? I don't wake up and scare away all the darkness away, mate.' Crown flipped over and reached over to pet Roath, who was still patiently watching His. 'Look at him, he's just so cute! He wants you to go and play with him, doesn't he?'
It took a little more persuasion, but K'mar had been roped into it by Raoth. He couldn't deny his blue anything! It had been Crown and D'rel's idea to sign him up for something, and D'rel (who was one of the volunteers to drop paint down) had suggested the Search and Rider pair. So, up they had waken K'mar and told him off this, which meant a huge battle, in which they had known they would have won. It had all been Raoth's idea anyway. But K'mar hadn't told his sister, brother, or anybody else that he wasn't feeling too peachy. He just kept coughing - nothing but coughing. He could hide it when his blood was in the room, but he couldn't deny it from himself. He masked it from Raoth - told him it wasn't that bad - and for right now, it wasn't.
"So, they are going to drop stuff on us?" Eagerly, Raoth shifted so that K'mar was settled on his back more comfortably. Yes, Mine. Paint! Scowling, K'mar settled down and let Raoth take off. "I dunno, Rao-o. Somehow, letting D'rel drop paint on us doesn't sound like fun." The dragon coughed under him, a shudder that was meant to throw K'mar around. Relax. Which K'mar thought was a hoot, because it was Ra-o who was the one who needed to take that advice. Settled on the grass, K'mar coughed and settled down, peering upwards at the riders waiting to drop the paint on them. "Ra-o, what am I catching the paint with?" The dragon peered back at him. With your body and mine! Still sputtering, the call for them to rise went off, and in the air they flew. Ra-o was having fun, darting through the air while K'mar huddled ontop of him and pointed out dragons. He was trying to avoid the drops of paint landing on him - his dragon was already blue splattered enough, what difference did it make? He was one of the more interesting looking blues, that was for sure. But finally, Ra-o looked over at him with his head covered in red speckles, and told his rider, Lighten up!
So, prodded by his dragon, the pair were soon zooming threw the air getting paint all over them and having a blast. Landing, when the call finally came out, the Blue dragon who was already interesting shades, just knew he looked more ridiclous. And His! Well, His was just silly, paint dripping down his nose.
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Post by Cilnah on Jul 23, 2009 17:23:45 GMT -5
“Paint?”
Paint.
“Red paint?”
Yes, Mine. Red paint.
“But why red paint?”
The dragon sighed in exasperation, flaring his wings slightly as he tilted his head back to look at Cilnah. How should I know? Why not red paint? What’s the matter with red?
The girl reached out to pat the blue hide beneath her with affection. But a shudder ran through her as she looked up to the dragons positioned above, their riders holding the offending buckets. A flash of memory came unbidden to her mind, and another shudder took hold of her, working its way swiftly down her spine. Suddenly Basyth was crooning, a soft, soothing sound that rumbled through him and vibrated through his rider, perched upon his back as she was. It’s just paint, Cilnah-mine. No blood to speak of.
“I know,” she sighed, handing Makamae to the drudge who would be taking care of him during the course of the events. The little brown did not, under any circumstances, like the fact that he was not allowed to be with His. She watched as the big blue reached out to his little cousin, making the drudge jump and shy away, and she chuckled, an answering laugh sounding under her. It just reminds me so much of thread-score wounds… she admitted silently, and into the air they flew, leaving a small swirl of dust in their wake. Basyth didn’t answer. What could he say, when she put it that way? One day maybe, even though he was not the rescue dragon of their wing, it might really be blood and not just paint that splattered his hide. But he wasn’t about to tell His that.
The pair was silent for a long time as the red rain began to fall, only yipping the occasional ‘over there’ or ‘behind you’. They worked well enough through their mental link that that was all that was needed.
Splash. A fall landed at the base of his tail.
Splat. Another one smearing across his side.
Shloomp. That one landed right between his head knobs! Cilnah couldn’t help but giggle. It was that sound that loosened u both dragon and rider, and soon, they were laughing and having a good time, forgetting the troubles of red on hide and skin. Even when a red blotch formed on Basyth’s wing and spread, mimicking the budding of blood, all it took was a curt shake of her head and she was free of the image again, laughing and teasing her bonded and calling to the other riders when it wouldn’t get her a mouth full of paint.
Before the end of it she was covered in red, a particularly vicious drop landing straight on her head. Look, we match! That was going to be a pain to get out, she thought as she landed, but there was a smile on her face despite the mess as the pair, joined by an almost annoyingly clean pair of flits, waited for the results to be announced.
ooc://Sorry, not so great, but it's there. X3
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Post by M'kel on Jul 27, 2009 22:36:35 GMT -5
Drum roll please....
THE RESULTS!
First Place: Q'tris and Minth! (ability: 17, die: 4)
Second Place: S'lem and Griflith! (ability: 15, die 1: 4, die 2: 5)
Third Place: Cilnah and Basyth! (ability: 17, die 1: 2, die 2: 3)
Fourth Place: Brinne and Elinth (ability: 15, die: 2)
Fifth Place: K'mar and Raouth (ability: 14, die: 2)
Sixth Place: Journye and Lucaith (ability: 13, die: 2)
Congratulations to all!
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