RP:Candy Whacker ...Name Pending...

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Synopsis: Chekhu meets Orphyn and together they play a newly invented game!

Characters: Orphyn, Chekhu

Location: Southern Sage Forest

Date: October 8th, 2016


Southern Sage Forest


Chekhu has decided to come down out of the cold and into more temperate climes. She plies the paths of the forest with sure steps, bare feet pattering lightly over fallen leaves and branches with narry a care. Her boots have been stowed in the hollow beneath a tree she knows; her in her native land, the foxkin prefers to go barefoot wherever possible. She is whistling while she walks, but rather than trying to mimic the snatches of some popular tune she has heard, the diminutive female is instead attempting to imitate certain bird-calls she has heard. Her renditions of those sounds are eerily accurate, only noticeably different because of both their volume and force (which are, quite naturally, more than most small birds can project). Chekhu's red hair dances on errant breezes, and her face has a slightly vacant but happy aspect; there is nowhere else she'd rather be right now, nothing else she'd rather be doing.

Orphyn grunted hard from behind that strange smiley face mask resting over discernible feature. In her hands was grasped the tail end of a thick cord of rope, the length reaching high for the canopy overhead, snaking once around a very thick branch for a means of support. On the other end, a crudely fashioned paste and paper creation that was the same size as a full grown dwarf. It looked a little heavy; Evidenced by the way she tugged to get it hoisted into the air- roughly five to six feet from the earth's surface. When it was sufficiently hoisted she tied the end of the rope around a another thick trunk and quickly brushed her hands in a job well done. It was the sudden sound of another in the area that drew her attention, grey-blue eyes scanning the surroundings. As she spotted Checkhu, Orphyn waved wildly, calling out. "Hiiiiiya! Hi! Hi there!"

Chekhu is brought up short by the voice. She stops dead, looking around wildly for the source, but can't yet see it. "Hello?" she calls back, then begins to move again. "Hello? You're loud!" She laughs, then breaks into a loping run, moving in the direction from which the unknown voice had come. Soon enough she bursts into the clearing, and there she sees the peculiar sight of some sort of dwarflike thing hanging by ropes. Pointing at it, seeming utterly unperturbed, Chekhu asks the nearby girl, "Hmm. Never seen that before. What are you doing with it?"

Orphyn 's permanently grinning facade angled up to the strange piece of artwork and bubbled with excitement as she went into full explanation mode. "It's a game I created! I think I created! I've never seen this before, but I had an idea... so.. I think I created it! And if someone else has created it, well... they're liars. I am the inventor!" She nodded six times in succession just to drive the point home. "It's stuffed with candy and trinkets and goodies for people who like fun! You hit it with a stick. A real good heavy stick! Something that has a bit of whack to it, y'know? And if you hit it enough times, the thing should explode open and all the goodies fall to the floor!" She clapped her hands eagerly. "Wanna play?! You can be the very first to try my new game! Candy Whacker! ...Name pending..."

Chekhu :: In answer, Chekhu skips over to a fallen branch and hefts it, giving it a preparatory swing before skipping toward the hanging dwarf. "Stand back!" she calls. "Stronger than I look, me." Her face is split in a huge grin; this sort of peculiar fun is right up the foxkin's alley. She takes a bounding step forward, cocks her right arm, then brings her cudgel around in a hard arc. WHACK! The sound hits the relatively still air like a whipcrack, and the ropes holding the dwarf begin to groan rhythmically as the creation swings back and forth from the impact. "Hmm." the girl grunts, settling back a pace. "It's hard. Harder than I thought. Or I'm weaker...but I don't think so, no. You going to hit it now? And what did you put in it anyway? Anything interesting?" The foxkin's head is cocked at a curious angle, eyes studying Orphyn quizzically.

Orphyn reaches down and picks up a branch of her own, her stance firm and unwavering. "That was a really good one! I don't know if I can match that!" A swing! She seems to have over estimated and swung around in a circle as she missed her target. "Ugh." In response to the foxkin's question, Orphyn giggled a little, getting ready for another swing."Ummmmmm. Some candy. Some food stuffs. A little silver. Ummmm..and.. I.. forget." WHACK. She hit it! Not enough to do complete damage, but it was a hit at least. The dwarf-shaped artistic creation swayed and began to spin/. "Maybe I made it too tough. I think the belly is weaker... try there!"

Chekhu steps forward, blue eyes gleaming with glee, and swings her stick. She strikes the dwarf's belly, and a crumping sound can be heard as the impact jolts up her arm. "Got him!" she snarls, and her teeth show in a frightening grin. She bounds backward, raising her weapon again, getting clear. "You're right. Belly is weaker. Your turn. Can't believe I didn't think of this game myself, me. I like games. Played lots as a youth."

Orphyn claps enthusiastically. "YAY! Well done!" Grasping her stick in a baseball batter stance, she winds up, steps forward and gives the dummy another good whack- this time in the gut. It cracks easily, a slight tearing sound signifying the weakness was ready to let go. "Games are fun! It's soooo booooring sometimes. So...you need to make time for fun! Who knows? A good game can make you famous!" She reached up under her mask to itch at her nose. "I think the big guy is ready to give out! Make this one count!"

Chekhu hops forward, hefting her branch in both hands. "Get ready," she calls out. "He's going to burst! Just you watch. Burst, I say! Burst!" Chekhu stands with her right side facing the now visibly sagging dwarf, tenses her shoulders, then gets all of her ninety-five pounds into the swing, smashing the poor beleaguered thing straight in its splitting middle. Whatever this thing contained escapes its former confines and goes careering around the clearing every which way. Chekhu is pelted with a few objects, which causes her to yelp and leap backward. "See? See? Told you he'd burst!" she shouts, dropping her stick and capering. "Games make you famous though? How is that?"

Orphyn squeals as objects rain from the inanimate whacking target, the youthful assassin twirling around and around with her arms spread out. "Hurraaaay! Winner! We have a winner!!" All around the ground were various items. Some sorts of clothing, a piece of jewelry, various wrapped candies and foods and canteens of drink. Most were wrapped in some sort of paper, like miniature gifts. "You are amazing at this game! Much stronger than me!" From her hip a strange looking dagger is produced, the edge of the blade cleaved through the thick rope to drop the dwarven object to the ground. It landed with a very heavy thud. With a few kicks of her boot, Orphyn managed to roll it away from the prizes so Checkhu could take what she liked. "Well! Every game we play, someone had to invent it. And some games are very very popular! Like that one.. with the little men... and the kings and queens and stuff. Played by many across the land! Their name must be in history books somewhere!" As she said this a bit of a foul stench started to waft in on a passing breeze. If one were to look for its source, it might be noticed that the former whacking object seemed a little peculiar. Where it had split open, a fleshy color could be spotted; The inside was a dark red and something white seemed to be poking through. A ...rib? "Maybe this game will catch on too! I can see it now! Little ones will love it!"

Chekhu stoops as if to examine the horde that has spilled out of the burst-open dwarf-thing, then freezes. "That smell. What is that smell? Death?" She speaks aloud in her shock, and her eyes turn, as if compelled, to the source. She sees the fleshy red interior, the rib-bone, and a lead weight rolls over in her belly. When she stands back up, her face is no longer animated in pleasure; it is, instead, a mixture of horror and accusation. "Did I kill him?" she asks. "Did I kill him or did you?" Chekhu does not understand entirely what is transpiring here, but all thought of games is gone.

Orphyn looks up from her glee filled observations, one hand used to prop the smiley faced mask atop her head so she could see better. From a pocket a stick of candy was produced, the end of which stuck between two ebon painted lips. "He was mean. Very mean. Didn't pay properly. SiN didn't like that!" Grey-blues settle upon Chekhu's face; Those eyes wild and tainted. "So I used him in my art! He makes a good piece, yes? And it was fun wasn't it?" She grinned maniacally and suckled upon that candy stick. "It's okay! Take some prizes!"

Chekhu looks around the clearing at the strew of various prizes, then shakes her head. Where once she was vibrant and full of vitality, the foxkin is now watchful, even a little sad. "You killed him," she declares. "I think he was dead before you were hanging him in the trees. You killed him. You did. Didn't just find his body. Strange thing, strange thing." The wilder's tone is soft, as if she is merely thinking aloud. "I remember faces. You won't be killing in my forest, hear? Go somewhere else and kill there if you have to kill. But you do any more than hunt your food here, and I find out. I come back." She flashes her teeth in a humourless grin. "And I bite. Make you sorry you ever met me." Suddenly, her mood seems to change, dour to hopeful in the blink of an eye. "Of course, you did make a fun game, and I remember that. No, I won't forget you one way or the other, me." And with that, she turns and scampers off into the forest, trailing peals of inhuman, yipping laughter.