The Sport of Kings! The Excellent Team Begins!

[fallowmybelieve]

Characters: X, anyone else interested in athletic funtimes. (Open!)
What: The first official practice of the Zenithia (insert sport here) team.
Where: Zenithia's gymnasium.
When: Monday, July 13. Sometime after classes.
Warnings: Duck.

Setting up a sports team had been easy. So far, anyway. Now the big day was here, and X didn't really have any clue

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Re: Hey guys sup -- entrances/arrivals here

[009_madeofmetal]

Metalman was not exactly one for sports, either. He had the aptitude, sure, he was pretty agile and had a mean throwing arm, but lacked genuine interest. Disregarding the violent aspects of athletics, of course; he figured he could maybe get behind boxing or wrestling or even hockey if it meant being allowed to throw his weight around. But that wasn't Metalman's style, and deliberately beating up students under the guise of 'having fun' would certainly not be tolerated, so if it came down to whacking a puck around he would just idly observe on the sidelines. Maybe, in fact, learn a thing or two about having fun.

...Not to mention the only sport he actually did enjoy was arguably less exciting than some of the potential activities displayed. True, the Robot Master did put his own 'spin' on the game, but the kids seemed to be favoring those which were naturally played with mallets, fast-moving balls and other potentially deadly objects. Metalman would keep mum on the subject for now, and hide his interest by hanging around by the gymnasium entrance as if for the purpose of supervising.

[fallowmybelieve]

Foolish Metal. There's no such thing as hiding your interest when X is on the prowl. At some point or another, X had reclaimed the croquet mallet from Zero. Obviously it was far easier to comprehend what sort of mysterious unfathomable recreational activity involved the use of hammers if he happened to be carrying one. Upon spotting Metal, however, X graciously made his way over to offer the mallet to him.

"Are you here to play, too? We've always got room for teachers."

[009_madeofmetal]

Surely those carnival test-your-strength games don't usually count as actual sports-- oh no no look at the stripes that is definitely a croquet mallet. Appropriate given the old timey feel of the castle. Metalman's eyes trailed slowly up from the mallet to X's earnest expression and he lifted a hand in polite declination with a small shake of the head. Truthfully, he didn't want to embarrass himself by doing poorly in front of a bunch of (supposedly) judgemental young people. Apparently, he was simply too cool for croquet.

"I just thought I'd drop by to see how everyone was faring. Sports aren't exactly my...thing." His curiosity, however slight, was nevertheless betrayed by the constant flicking of his gaze to the pile of equipment over X's shoulder.

[fallowmybelieve]

Don't think X didn't see through that act, Metal. He hung around too-cool-for-school types all the time. A little bit of encouragement certainly couldn't hurt, right? Especially if it let Metal use the I'm-just-doing-it-as-a-favour card. "That's too bad. We need one more person to even out the teams. Besides... I really think it'd set a great example for the rest of us if we had a teacher helping us out. Most of us have never played before, so we're a bit lost, you know?"

[009_madeofmetal]

"..." Metalman fixed X with a characteristically steely eye, seemingly unmoved by the Reploid's clever appeal to his obligation as an authorital figure. It had initially come across as more of a guilt trip than anything else, but the more he thought about it (and he did for several good long seconds) and the more he stared at X's painfully innocent and strikingly familiar face (which was what he had coincidentally been leering at those several good long seconds), the more reasonable X's case became.

In fact it actually sounded like a Good Idea, which was actually a bad thing because Wilybots were only supposed to go along with Good Ideas that were inherently Bad and unfortunately this one was inherently Good because look who was suggesting it. Now was when Metalman metaphorically slammed the I'm-just-doing-it-as-a-favor card down on the table, which in reality was reflected by his never-ending serious business face even as he wordlessly extended his hand for the mallet.

"It is possible to remain lost even with a guidance system." Metalman's expression relaxed, defeat admitted, and added in a markedly lighter tone of voice that seemed to grudgingly acknowledge some maybe possibly potential ineptitude, "I won't make any promises."