Saya ● Seventeen ● PAINTBALL WAR

[sweeperesque]

Characters: Saya, Matthew, & vatheon
Location: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
Time: THANKSGIVING DAAAAAAAAAY (note: day. before the thanksgiving dinner that will be posted later)
Style: YOUR PICK
Status: PARTY LOG. WHICH MEANS MINGLE AND JUMP ON EACH OTHER.

[You know how you properly give thanks on Thanksgiving Day? Simple. You take a paintball gun and

Comments

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide is usually a quiet, serious soul.]

[Usually.]

[He also happens to be an excellent shot, and considering how much fun this looks to be, and the fact that he won't just stand there and get hit, he has to participate. So, after a few moments of working the paintball gun out, he is stalking the streets and taking shots.]

[NOBODY IS SAFE.]

[reveringly]

[Watch out, Mitsuhide, there's a shot coming in from behind you-!

... Except that Sakuya's probably not a very good shot, so chances are that even if he doesn't dodge, it'll miss him anyway. Sob.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide does dodge, though your paintball still gets some splatter on the hem of his hakama, Sakuya! He turns around and watches her, grinning with his paintball gun raised.]

I am not one to say such things, usually...

[That grin widens considerably.]

But I hope you realise there will be no mercy.

[And he fires a well-aimed shot back!]

[reveringly]

I wouldn't have it any ot-

[She tries to dodge, but it still hits her, splattering paint all over her shoulder and at the edges of her hair.

She laughs, and fires another shot at Mitsuhide. Still not very well-aimed, though.]

[aimforthesun]

[Dot. Dot. Dot.

What is this.]

... Maybe I should've just stayed inside.

[He's suddenly very, very glad he left his headphones at home.]

[sweeperesque]

[She'd been running around for a while now and is skidding to a stop as she passes by Billy and overhears him.]

Is that any way to celebrate a holiday?

[aimforthesun]

Interesting way of showing your thanks.

[sweeperesque]

I...

[... trying to come up with an actual answer, ffff]

Am thankful for having a willing enough friend to be my target and ensure that my skills don't get rusty~?

[redcloakedthief]

[Why did he agree to this, he doesn't even--

Except that he is still pristine, so he isn't doing too badly. He clambers up the side of a building and darts across the roof, aware that Saya will be aiming for him...somewhere.]

i think i love this thanksgiving

[sweeperesque]

[DAMN RIGHT SHE IS. Their chases are always on rooftops so you can count that she's followed him up.

Then shooting a few paint bullets his way. :D You're lucky paint bullets don't bounce, Matthew.]

lmao. Well ilu. Close enough

[redcloakedthief]

[And he dodges, paint flying by him easily.

He turns, offering her a grin.]

You'll have to do better than that, Saya.

.... a-awwwww, dearest. ;; <3333

[sweeperesque]

Don't worry, I plan to.

[Resuming the chase. /o/]

keywords?

[ironyloli]

[LOLI TRYING TO GET THROUGH THE BATTLEFIELD, PICKING UP THE SKIRTS OF HER FLOOR-LENGTH DRESS, DON'T MIND HER.]

[reveringly]

Jeanne!

[Have one paint covered Sakuya running up towards you, gun in hand. Don't worry, she won't shoot if Jeanne's worried about getting her dress dirty. :D]

[ironyloli]

[..... a look of pure horror]

M-Miss Sakuya! You're been hit?

[reveringly]

Hmm? Oh, yeah! I'm not very good at this yet.

[countrybeloved]

[Zen's just standing on a roof, watching all the chaos below. Geez, this place is weird-and who'd make weapons that shoot paint anyway?

Don't be fooled, though, as he's still very much on his guard. Just try getting a surprise shot on him.]

[redcloakedthief]

[There is a thief perched on the very edge of a roof. One that happens to be of a building slightly taller than yours. Staring down at you with a grin.]

You look confused.

[countrybeloved]

[He turns to look at Matthew, before gesturing to all the paintball shenanigans below.]

Can't say we ever had anything like this back home.

[redcloakedthief]

It is pretty strange, I'll give you that. Saya is fond of coming up with odd ideas.