#hereswaterwall

[verseandrhyme]

Mitama was soaked.

Mitama was sore.

Mitama was fairly certain that she was a fool for thinking she stood a chance in something that required skills like running and dodging and other behavior far better suited to cravens without a thought between their ears.

With a groan, Mitama landed on the couch in their resort home, clothes and hair still dripping with water. The fabric would certainly soak up the remains of battle, but Mitama was too exhausted from all of that effort to care.

Letting out a loud yawn, Mitama stretched languidly before collapsing and curling up on the couch. Enough fighting. she was tired.

Head resting on top of her curled arm, she mumbled aloud for anyone nearby. “Wake me and you will find some water on your clothes to be the least of your concerns.”

And she was out.

[arcstral]

Another target, ripe for the attack. He was blue, certainly he had to be part of the Blue Lions? That was logical, correct? Either way, Mitama didn't hesitate to fire a burst of water from the pistol quickly before darting away to hide once more.

               By this point, it could be said that he’s already been subjected to a good number of assassins. Scurrying between the shadows and throwing their deadly daggers in the form of balloons, water bullets, and all other such things. Perhaps he was even getting used to it. Turning his head this way and that, Marth warily kept an eye out for such menaces as he treaded along the path of his supply run. So long as he stepped one foot beyond the safety of the lion den, surely there was little hope for retaining dry clothes but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t try. 

              Danger seemingly lurked behind every corner. This expectation was met by the sudden appearance of a girl, alike a bolt of pink as she sped in to fire her shot before leaping away once more. Gone as quick as she had come. Fortunately, Marth had been expecting to encounter trouble and ducked as soon as he heard the patter of steps, leaving the spray of water to graze his arm only slightly. A lucky outcome, but then for a small moment he felt almost forlorn.

               The prince scratched his head in bewilderment. Did he come across as easy pickings? The girl had not exercised even a single ounce of hesitation to try and soak him like a drowned rat! 

Roll/Result: 6.   BARELY HIT!   (Unexpectedly heartbroken!)

[nobletoatea]

"My apologies, but I'm afraid I will have to 'swipe left'." Whatever that meant. "All is fair in love and war though~" And before flinging her balloon, she blows a kiss.

Swipe left-

Roll: 19!

-a critical hit.

Maybe he was so distracted that someone else was showing some flair that he didn’t react in time to the curveball throw of the water balloon that burst solidly against the side of his head and soaked down his body.

“EUWEH!” He spluttered, shaking himself with defeat.

[braveryinblue]

He watches his marquess charge across the battlefield, hurling war cries and water balloons in equal measure. He seems like he's having fun. That's good. It's... nice to see, in truth. The man had seemed a bit wound up for Matthew's taste of late, even for Hector. Stepping from the shadows as Hector draws near, walking backwards, Matthew scoops a few ice cubes down Hector's back before receding into the shadows with a smile. Couldn't let him and Serra have all the fun...

He freezes, jolts straight up as soon as he feels the ice cubes. Then he does that awkward dance, the one where you’re trying to shake loose something that doesn’t quite belong. Eyes wide, Hector whirls, and...

“You!” he points, jaw dropped in disbelief at the retreating figure not far away. Both of his retainers had turned against him... how hard could it possibly be to find good help these days? Saint’s tits, they were awful, the both of them. Incorrigible, even.

“Better sleep with one eye open, Matthew!”

[elysofnir]

As siblings, it was only natural they put up a united front—but as they were currently on different teams, that was a bit difficult to do. Perhaps it was just that Innes wanted to test her reflexes, or (in that way older brothers do) ruffle her feathers a bit. Whatever the reason, the Frelian prince decides to seek out his dear sister—or rather, ambush her from his hiding spot on the high branch of a tree, gaze focused as he bombards her with shots from his water projectile.

     It was quiet. Too quiet. 

    A good knight would learn from their mistakes and so, she had to follow her gut and not let her guard down. There was just something in the air that reeked of arrogance.

Roll: 2 (Total miss)

    The projectile comes flying down and upon spotting it, she steps out of the way so it smacks to the ground instead of onto her. 

    She glares, looking up. Although among the trees, she spots a different shade of green. Hmph, not such a perfect shot now, is he? 

    Of course, she couldn’t resist the urge to gloat and goad, so she nears the tree so he’s a little more in sight, she calls up to him, “Ha! Get used to disappointment, Brother! Perhaps I should be the head of Frelia’s spy network instead~” She tosses her ponytail behind one shoulder and saunters away.

[regalblades]

“Lloyd! Join the Blue Lions!” Did it makes sense? Not particularly, but Dimitri had already gotten Pent with his gambit, so why not the other adult figure hanging around the sandbar that day? With another heave of the bin, Dimitri launched its volume towards the knight.

A raised brow, and he turns in the direction of Dimitri’s voice—

Result: Hit!

Ah. It may as well have been a tidal wave for how it crashes into him, thoroughly drenching him from head to toe with the excess dripping from saturated hair and fabric. He blinks once. Twice.

“You have five seconds to start running.”

Lloyd has been aggro’d into joining Waterwall. Lloyd will remember this.

[flowerofgoneril]

Competition did things to a man. Unwise things. It was with this distorted image of a good idea that Dimitri emerged from the bushes, running like a demon released from hell towards the first person that he saw. It was only after he had flung the water at the washbin that he had realized who exactly his unwitting target was. Uh-oh.

[roll 4]

Hilda's eyes grew wide with fear as a crazed Dimitri ran toward her, wash bin in tow. She had seen this look before. The determination to win in his eyes was the same look she saw in the husk that she had slain. For a split second, she was back on that battlefield, Freikugel in hand, monster rushing toward her.

She did the only thing she could thing to do. She screeched and ducked, covering her head. The water was tossed right over her and she was safe. Hilda stayed there a moment more before Dimitri left and went on his way.

[disinclinedknight]

What in Seiros’ Name Is a “Waterwall” Anyway?

There are times when Ignatz really questions some of his life choices. And this sure is one of them.

Well-- it does at least sound like it should be fun, but in retrospect... isn’t this a bit of a risk for him? With glasses and all?

He ponders on the issue for a while. He really did not think this through properly, did he. Hm... Maybe he should leave them in a safe place for this. Just in case. So that they don’t get broken and all.

Yeah, probably.

... Even if that is likely to drastically reduce his efficiency and accuracy. Great, a near blind archer. Exactly what the Golden Deer House needs.

But as long as he doesn’t accidentally hit a teammate, it should be okay, right? Right?

Come on, Ignatz. This isn’t the time for self-doubt. Your people need you.

As he puts away his glasses in the drawer, the world becomes blurry, but funnily enough, his spirit becomes sharp. He may be far from the most effective and dangerous warrior of the Golden Deer, but he’d be damned if he ran away like a coward.

War it is, then.