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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Feb 2, 2014 15:04:11 GMT -6
“do the destined beings of fate – amongst them, the chosen hero of justice vegas — truly need such pitiful armour?” brandishing a shinguard in the night air, calling out as he shook it, julio's voice managed to be a mix of quite petulant and unnecessarily dramatic. he sat cross-legged on the pitch, close to the middle of a spare field wednesday. while the hero of justice had leapt on the proposition of extra soccer training – been excessively insistent when it'd been suggested, in fact – his typical hero fervour had switched in the favour of loud, existential queries about soccer equipment he'd borrowed from a friend. t'wasn't to say vegas wasn't grateful to his honourable companion riley, of course! for he may have regarded the shin guards with righteous dismissal but his valued comrade only deserved praise that day. nobly, when the opportunity for further training was mentioned, she took it upon herself as a true moral citizen of the world should – i.e., she was up for it. that was wonderfully helpful, especially given that julio knew next to nothing about soccer. so looking up at riley from the floor – having ended up down there at what first had been at the loud insistence on stretches — vegas continued in his noble questions, “perhaps the fairest maiden riley has no answer.” proposing it the thought of no solution as fair conclusive, as if generally protecting oneself against injury was not a priority in a contact sport, he once again shook it, “and he, for one, would not blame her.” pushing himself up up off the pitch with renewed fervour vegas actually tossed one shinguard behind him as he stood up to his full height, the other still laying on the grass. he had commandeered them off one honoured club member olly taylor with what had been the full intention of returning them but what was that excuse in the name of a dramatic gesture, “nay, these false amulets of protection are unneeded on this heralded day!” “what say you, riley, vegas' sacred preordained mentor? shall these blessed heroes kick off?” and julio was even sure he had the appropriate terminology there, sure that his new instructor would be just as impressed as he was with himself. RILEY TUFF
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Feb 2, 2014 18:59:19 GMT -6
Looking down at the young man sitting cross-legged on the pitch before her, Riley couldn't help but wonder why she had agreed to help this guy in the first place. Though he certainly had the body of an athlete, his flair for the dramatic was... less than ideal in the world of sports. Oh well. Turning down the chance to help another member of the soccer club was a bad idea, anyways. She didn't want to get kicked out or reprimanded over something as simple as this.
"You could be the supreme savior of the universe for all I care. If you're gonna play soccer, you're gonna wear shin pads."
Riley crossed her arms, glaring down at Vegas, her jaw set. At least he had done the stretches like she had asked. The last thing she needed was for him to get muscle cramps and wimp out of their training session. However, apparently shinguards were a step too far. As he stood to his full height and tossed one carelessly behind him, Riley sighed and rubbed at her temples.
"Okay... you wanna get scraped up? Kicked or knocked in the shins? Be my guest. Just know that this is only practice. If you're ever gonna play in a real game, they won't let you on the field without shinguards. And if you call me 'fairest maiden' again I'm gonna make sure you get kicked, and not in the shins."
She herself was fully suited up to play. Shinguards, cleats, long socks, even a Minnesota Thunder shirt that she had managed to dig out of her belongings. Still with her arms crossed, she grimaced at the theatrics of the man before her.
"We're not starting a game yet, hotshot. Gotta teach you the basics first." She walked off a bit to the side of the field, retrieving a soccer ball from the ground. With practiced ease Riley steered the ball towards Vegas, dribbling it between her two feet. As the ball moved back and forth, she spoke.
"Alright, City of Lights. You see this? Pay close attention. This is called dribbling, and it's the most important skill in the game. This is how you protect the ball under pressure." She continued to maneuver the soccer ball between her feet, her posture ready for action as she grinned at her much taller classmate.
"Try to take the ball from me."
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Feb 3, 2014 4:25:06 GMT -6
forsooth, supreme saviour of the universe was befitting a hero such as he but it seemed that riley cared little for the fate of one, or about making exceptions for their glory. she was more intent on insisting on the worthiness of the shinguards; glancing away from her, julio looked over his shoulder to where he had rather haphazardly discarded it. he showed little intention of walking over to get it back and only responded positively when riley conceded but not without a warning. a warning that appeared to concern vegas little as he responded to his honourable companion's cautions with just a booming laugh, “kicked? scraped? the immortal soul of vegas has weathered heavier injuries than those before amongst his many lives.” though he supposed if the laws of the game decreed it he should abide but, like riley said, it was just practice anyway! “it matters not! for even if he tried vegas senses a great power…” to illustrate his tangent, he took a step or two back towards where he'd discarded the shin pad. his movements were met with a halt and a dramatic halt like that. raising his hand, he placed it against what appeared to be an invisible wall, triumphantly announcing, “lady fate doth erect a forcefield to separate that manner of evil from vegas' astral plain! he finds himself unable to retrieve it.” indeed, julio was that insistent on not wearing shinguards that he was going to mime fictional barriers. “truly, fairest riley brings great joy to the house of vegas with her outlawing of those false shields anyway. they are indebted to her!” but vegas he conceded a little himself, adding “but speak no more of it! vegas shall refer to riley as a sacred maiden nary a moment longer.” “she'll be an honourable companion, still,” obviously julio felt the need to clarify that pre-modification was still on the table, hand moving to his chin in sagely thought, “or perhaps a paragon of virtue?” a paragon of virtue willing to threaten great injury upon vegas but a paragon of virtue nonetheless. “what heroic title would she be inclined to?” no doubt they'd start with the basics; julio eagerly watched her dribble, though sparing a moment to make a look and sound that was impossibly gleeful and plain giddy at her latter nickname. but he readied himself to keep attention to what she was doing but it was apparent julio was an impatient student, “yeah yeah, she rolleth under foot as doth a ball! vegas knows those basics, riley may spare him those.” “surely there are more thrilling starting points with soccer?” the challenge to take it from her was more what vegas wanted to hear! an equally challenging smile betook her face and while it was suspicious but julio paid little heed to that. instead, he focused his attention on the ball. kicking the one shinguard left over on the pitch aside with his left foot – sneakers instead of soccer boots given that finding a pair of cleats in size 14 had proven pretty much impossible on such short notice — he shifted his weight to his left foot somewhat experimentally. after taking a brief but dramatic pause to consider the distance between them, julio closed the distance between them and moving to swipe at the ball with the inside of his right foot. RILEY TUFF
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Feb 4, 2014 23:03:22 GMT -6
A grimace crossed Riley's face at her companion's contempt for the possibility of physical harm, though she supposed she should have expected it. Of course he had suffered worse than a mere soccer injury. He did, after all, have powers, and if her own parents were any kind of example, then Vegas probably wasn't too concerned about scrapes and bruises.
"Look, Julio, not all of us can be as indestructible as you..." Riley sighed and closed her eyes, stopping herself from pursuing the subject further. Who was she kidding? This was Vireximus they were talking about. For all she knew, they didn't even require shinguards because they expected everyone to be like Julio.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see Julio had taken a few steps back and was now pantomiming a wall separating himself from the discarded piece of equipment. "You better hope you're better at soccer than you are at being a mime," she commented with a grin. At his next words, she couldn't help but feel her annoyance returning. What was wrong with plain old Riley?
"Heroic title...?" Riley repeated with a frown. Really, though, it wasn't worth arguing about. "Fine, I'll bite. Call me... er..." She struggled for a moment before deciding on a nickname worthy of herself. "Oh! I know. Call me Richter. You know why?" She paused for a moment, the smile returning to her face as she considered her own cleverness. "'Cause I'm about to rock your world! Ooooh!"
Riley watched him as he readied himself, careful to note when he shifted his weight to his left side. As Julio moved in to swipe the ball away from her, she pushed the ball back with her ankle before lifting her foot and bringing it forward again with the toe of her cleats, effectively neutralizing his attempt to take the soccer ball. She deftly bounced the ball up with her foot and grabbed it, grinning.
"Not bad," she told him, "but you gave yourself away by putting all your weight on your left foot. I knew you were going to come at me with your right." Without warning, she tossed the ball his way. "Okay... your turn."
Riley stood with her knees slightly bent, waiting as Julio prepared to defend the ball. When he was ready, she waited even longer, searching for the perfect opening. After believing herself to have spotted it, she made her move in a valiant attempt to take possession of the soccer ball!
(aaah I HOPE I HAVE NOT BUTCHERED YOUR DEAR SPORT TOO MUCH.... PLS CORRECT ME IF I HAVE......)
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Feb 16, 2014 18:24:41 GMT -6
“indestructibility comes to the blessed! of course a chosen of lady fate would be gifted with such,” as riley once again conceded to julio he continued on merrily, “riley possesses a degree of indestructibility too, does she not?” julio's clarification meant a determined thump against his chest, above his heart as per usual, “her immortal soul!! she doth nary need those shinguards as long as carries the eternal flame of youth in her, no?” otherwise, julio easily ignored the critique of his acting skills. choosing to feign the presence of an invisible wall for a little longer he finally gave up against the wall, dropping his arms and sighing exasperatedly, “nay, 'tis unbreakable to vegas as he is now.” apparently, he refused to acknowledge constructive criticism of his performance but at least he eagerly acknowledged her once again he'd done with the invisible force but it seemed he wasn't completely done with this drama saga of the invisible wall, “perhaps it shall open once vegas becomes more acquainted with this fabled sport, he proposes that much.” an assurance that he intended to pick up the shinguard eventually. julio kinda did need to return it. julio enthusiastically took to her suggestion of a nickname, “'tis committed to memory; the hero vegas shall hold the honourable riley – nay, richter — to that promise! she better rock his world.” he smiled in return, “yet ‘richter’? shame, it does her an injustice.” a pause though vegas could barely restrain his energy, “vegas would have thought she'd be off the scale.” terrible jokes just desserts were more terrible jokes, that was the truest course of justice. thoroughly bested after the tackle, julio tried to regain his balance. having watched the course of the ball fervently when he looked up at her, eyes following up with the ball's bounce up. “behold! let all who watch know–” if the otherwise empty pitch counted as an audience member “–that this is the first of riley's soccer commandants commence: she instructs that one be less obvious, does she no–” he was interrupted as she threw the ball but he caught it successfully, if just with a slightly frantic catch. still grinning, he dropped the ball in front of his feet, toying with it with the inside of his right foot a moment. dribbling: vegas had already reassured his companion that he knew that much. she also intended to tackle him. when she did vegas barely hesitated; bringing his foot in front of the ball he promptly flicked it with the back of his heel behind him, intent on avoiding her tackle. something julio was exceptionally proud of that back heel. giving a grandiose laugh, he didn't even bother looking behind him to see where the ball had gone, “impressed?” for it seemed that vegas, the hero of justice, was not intent on playing soccer so much as the game of “see how far away vegas can discard things that do not belong to him”. RILEY TUFF
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Mar 4, 2014 15:02:33 GMT -6
"Indestructibility? Julio, you know I don't have super--" She paused as Julio continued, mentioning something about her immortal soul. Riley quietly snorted in a mixture of amusement and derision. "The eternal flame of youth isn't gonna take tackles for me."
She tapped her foot impatiently as he continued his mime act, glaring up at the taller student as he briefly stated disappointment in her chosen nickname. "What, you know a better one?" She grumbled, only for her annoyed grimace to turn to a grin as he continued, making a rather poor joke of his own. She chuckled and prepared herself to tackle as Julio toyed with the ball.
As she moved in, he easily flicked the ball away backwards with his heel. For a split-second Riley was indeed impressed, until she realized the ball was still rolling away across the pitch. She took a moment to right herself after her lunge, placing one hand on her hip and pointing the other at the much taller Julio's chin.
"Actually, no. I was impressed until I realized you just handed the ball to the other team on a silver platter. Vegas, unless one of your teammates was right behind you, that ball would have gone to your opponents for sure. You have to think about these things if you ever wanna play in a real game." Riley considered her own words for a moment, slowly lowering her accusatory hand. "Though I guess no one would wanna play against a team from Vireximus anyways. Sucks for us."
As she stared after the ball, which had finally rolled to a stop in the pitch, an idea struck her. "People don't wanna play against superheroes because they don't think it's fair. But..." Riley paused, turning her head to face Julio, a grin slowly spreading across her face, "what if they didn't know they were playing against superheroes?"
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Mar 16, 2014 17:04:28 GMT -6
“nay, the eternal flame of youth will not take tackles for riley with that attitude,” her weapon was a quiet snort but his a loud bellow of a laugh; to vegas, that meant sure victory of spirit! victory over what julio didn't concern himself with thinking about. he just chided her with his own enthusiasm, “faith feeds the fire of the soul if one so lets it – riley need do the same!” she took to the joke well! julio looked happy with her reaction. she was not as happy with his showboating. jerking back as she shoved her finger right under his chin, he had to the gall to look pretty surprised at her diatribe against his actions. yet what passion in her rant! what fervour! and intimation. t'was satisfactory enough for vegas that he took perhaps just a hint of her instruction to heart. while his body faced her, eyes initially on the accusing finger beneath him, his gaze eventually followed the ball that was slowing to a halt during her tirade. opponents? teammates? “doth the maid-- virtuous riley nary see them?” as she lowered her hand he moved to pull it back up, this time a bit higher. this was with a valiant intention to twist her around to admire the location of the ball as he moved to look at the apparent sight full-on as well, “nothing appears before her visage?” “teammates aplenty!” his gestured wildly out to the rest of the field, motioning beyond the supposed arcane barrier that was set-up earlier by whatever divine forces existed. “past souls of vireximus university, ghosts of teams gone by… they lie in wait, trapped, unable to pass onto the afterlife 'til this accursed barrier is brought down with the spirit of training.” a fairly elaborate and desperate ploy to try and justify his showboating. on the other hand, julio seemed satisfied with his explanation; once he'd finished gesticulating he looked back at her, grinning happily with what he felt was a performance well done. “fear not! this hero of justice can assure you that when the heralded match time comes, vegas shall keep such in mind,” three fingers pressed against his forehead, pinky dangling out in an act of what julio would also assure was an act of fate, he probably intended to relay another message of prophecy soon. however, riley's later comment did make him pause. there was a blink, a furrowed brow in confusion; obviously vegas had never noted a problem. his eyes followed hers, though, and he added while he thought about she said, more casual and quieter but still a little unnecessarily archaic, “riley may need to fetch-eth that ball…” “given the barrier remains impervious to vegas' soul and all.” “hark!” with a reply in mind he was suddenly a lot louder, though julio still seemed a little hesitant, “vegas supposes…? never hath the immortal lords of this realm so considered the nature of vireximus' soccer team.” at least, he hadn't really. he'd been riding on the assumption that he'd never be a likely candidate for a college team given the club was the first time he'd touched a soccer ball in years – or eons. t'was never so destined before. but when riley turned to him with that smile and that trailing sentence his attention had been sufficiently snagged. partially because the grin was a certifiable indication that something good was to come about. her implications excited him! even if the hero of justice vegas had no idea of what her implications were really but still they excited him anyway, “behold! suddenly honourable riley – nay, richter — displays passion anew. what has lit the fires of her soul?” a pause, less for dramatic effect and more for his own consideration. “seriously, what does the honourable one aside vegas propose? trickery?” despite his typical attitude, the chosen one hardly sounded disapproving there – julio was still jovial and genuinely really curious. because julio still really didn't get the implications, “'tis hardly an easy thing to deceive an entire college team.” “and hardly justiceful. for one, vegas finds himself at a loss as to what riley proposes…?” RILEY TUFF
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