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ghostdancer
 Posted: Jun 7 2016, 11:05 PM
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Yori loved swimming.

This had been a fact about her before the whole turtle thing, and, in hindsight, might have been part of why the particular relic had latched onto her. She loved swimming, ever since her father had put her in the water. She didn't just love the swimming- she loved the feeling of water against her body, just the way water moved... Water was great. Swimming was great. She loved both of those things a whole lot.

It was one of the few times she let her emotional walls down and let the open joy show on her face, though it was not always immediately visible- she was, after all, swimming. She kick-flipped off of the wall, swimming another lap, smoothly gliding through the water. Her relic was not present. She did not foresee the need to turn into a turtle while in the Edo Buegi pools, after all, and tying it anywhere would both get it more wet than it should be and slow her down. Part of the goal was minimum drag, after all.

No one else was in the pools nearby, at the moment, but that was likely because it was quite early on a Saturday. In a few minutes, people would begin to trickle in, their sleep completed, morning swimming- or was it late afternoon, actually? Yori wasn't entirely certain, but her hands were growing wrinkly, so she supposed that she'd at least been there a while. Ah, well, the other reason others weren't as present was because of the chilled weather outside, but some would have clubs, some would want to swim anyway, some would have classes.

She kicked against the wall again. Her arms were growing a bit tired, and she wasn't going her full pace- she would have exhausted herself long ago, had she been going at a race pace, given that she'd lost track of how many laps she'd swum. She probably ought to slow down, take a break, especially as she fell out of her place of happiness in swimming and noticed that, contrary to what she'd just thought, there were already a few other people here. Not many, but there were a few.

But one more lap couldn't hurt, could it?

She flipped, taking her next lap. Her hair, normally in a swim cap, was loose- she'd done this on a whim, upon seeing one of her suits clean. Her bathing suit was a simply, black one-piece with a slight green swish across it. It was tight-fitting and well-made. Beyond that, she was simply her. No turtles, no expectations, no dance for now. Just her. Just one more lap.

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 Posted: Jun 11 2016, 02:38 AM
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Ryosuke wasn’t a swimmer, by all means he didn’t know how to swim and that was the highest of issues as he entered the pool in only his trunks. The swimming trunks being black in color and fitted well to his waste while the leggings reached down to his knees. Visibly his scars shone brightly in their pinkish hue. The many little sprinklings of pink hues against his chest and torso were burn scars, still some appearing fresher than those that were discolored and faded after more than a decade of being scar tissue. Indeed these were the first scars to see upon his body while the next thing of wonder to see is in his hair was a metal hair splitter, a separator if one deems it so. Three long strands of unified bangs easily running past his face while two pieces of the same separator were on the side of his scalp.

Having the two dignified strips of hair going with the flow to the back of his body. He ideally walked towards the hot tub portion for the therapeutic cleanse of the body, allowing its warm waters to blast over his scar tissue body while at the same time relaxing his muscles as well. He spread out in the hot tub, allowing it to fully encircle and delight his frame with heat and bubbles while he began to rest in it. He truthfully didn’t even take care to notice someone else in the pool. He mostly came in here during the quiet time to rest his mind and thoughts. To rest his weary body as well while keeping himself from being in the danger of having to learn to swim in the deeper waters that undoubtedly were colder than the hot tubs boiling temperature that he preferred by far.
NOTES Enjoying the hot water instead hehe

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 Posted: Jun 30 2016, 05:21 PM
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Kire yawned as he walked out from the locker rooms. The cold outside was doing nothing for his mood and any respite he had hoped to take at the forge had been ruined by all the students banging out pieces of metal that had no soul and could not sing. And those who understood that they could do nothing but torture their own weapons were even worse. 'Kire fix my sword.' or 'My knife snapped in half prying open a lock.' As if just because he could, would, and did it for them made him the easy solution to their problems. They could at least give him something in return. But what did he want that they had? Brutes and fighters, not true craftsmen. So he had abandoned them to their play and gone out to clear his head. Then he remembered that it was positively freezing outside, several hundred below zero if he wanted to guess.

The school would not be much better, the library would probably be claimed by people who were doing special projects. They were the sort to wake up early enough to claim the good spots. He needed somewhere hot, or close enough to it. The greenhouse would not be comfortable to hang out in so that was out. He'd probably run into somebody he knew there too and would end up working or doing homework or something equally unnecessary today. His thoughts counted off several unacceptable places, even the boiler room in the school was out of the question. That is, until he had thought of the Aquatics Center. A quick collection of his swimming clothes and less than half an hour later, he was yawning at the pool side.

He wore loose swimming trunks with a a red and yellow floral pattern. It was blatantly obvious that this was a casual swimmer at best. He had thrown his spotted green towel over the shoulder and walked his way around the pool towards the chairs. His mirrored sunglasses did not help his out of place look, giving the impression that he was closer to a tourist at the beach than in an indoor school pool. He tossed his towel onto a chair and carefully set his glasses on top of it. They, at least, were fragile.

What her really wanted to do was lay down on the chair and relax in the humidity but he had to at least make an effort to belong. So he trudged toward the pool. He kept his head down for two reasons. First, there was no reason to attract attention and talk to people. Second, it let him see where he was going and where the pool was. He hadn't been far from the swimming lanes and one spot was as good as the other. He gave a cursory glance down the lane and failed to see somebody at the other end. So Kire just hopped in without grace or skill. The water made him shiver despite the warmth. He'd just have to get used to it though. On the plus side, he was very awake. In any case, the sooner he got started, the sooner he could get out and maybe take a nap. So he started swimming leisurely down the lane.

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 Posted: Jul 6 2016, 11:54 AM
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It was inevitable.

Many would describe inevitable as something that is so regular in nature, so often repeated in action, that it could not be stopped. The sun arcing across the sky, the onset of winter or summer, or just breathing. It's natural. It's regular. It's inevitable. So is catastrophe, in a way. Without any sort of preventive action, any place where catastrophe CAN happen eventually WILL. It's just a question of when. Now, not all such disasters are truly horrifying. Some are just hilariously bad.

This was one of them.

The calamity in question was made mostly from PVC piping, elastic, and an aluminum tub that was scarcely large enough to fit a human being if crouched. The human instigator of this creation was wheeling it into the Aquatic Center, whistling a tune as he moved it into position. Once he did, he disengaged the wheels so that the weight of the thing would largely keep it in place. Who was it? That grinning fool, Roshi Bento, in navy-blue trunks and nothing else. This was the first test of the thing he had been working on in his spare time.

It was a personal catapult.

It was setup to launch him into the pool, and like the characters in a disaster movie, you probably now have people taking notice of the thing going on and making loud protest, but it's far too late. He puts on a pair of goggles, steps into the cup, and shouts...

"CANNONBAAAALL!!!"

Fire one! Look out below!

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 Posted: Jul 8 2016, 09:09 PM
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The pool slowly became to get more busy- though, truthfully, more busy was a bit of an overstatement for "approximately three more people showed up at the pool". Not that Yori minded- while it was an awfully large pool complex, there were limited lap lanes available. She knew she should probably get out of the water soon, but before that, she could swim some more. She hadn't been swimming quite enough lately in her opinion, after all, and it was certainly a good way to keep in shape for the future.

Maybe later, she'd see if there were any missions on cargo ships around the school. She didn't mind that such missions could leave her weeks behind on classes- there was something relaxing about all things related to the water, even if it meant being on a boat with mostly sailors who didn't know yet that they should respect her. They'd figure out the need for respect fairly quickly, in her experience- she was, after all, fairly experienced, and had the friendship and alliance of a large group of those who docked in Tosa.

It probably helped that the Yamauchi-Chosokabe clan had the quiet reputation of making lots of deals with pirates to protect ships under their protection and also possibly to attack those that were not. Those outside of the cargo and shipping industries didn't typically know of this reputation, but within it- well, the Yamauchi-Chosokabe alliance with pirates was a fairly open secret. It became obvious after a time. It also helped that Toin got along so well with Yori, all things considered...

Her point was, she hadn't been spending enough time around water, even with multiple ocean-related clubs, so she wanted as much uninterrupted pool time as possible. She barely acknowledged the new people as they came in, though she did scan their swimming abilities to herself- while not all of them had been swim team darlings at some point in their life like she had been, they weren't shabby, just untrained. That was the sort of thing that could be fixed. She might have gone for it, might have made conversation- she somewhat recognized the one in the flowered swim trunks, maybe, from the last time she'd been by any of the forges, for example- just to see what useful knowledge she'd get out of it.

Then... he came in. Yori had no idea who he was, of course, but the lumbering machine he brought? It spelled trouble. Especially in a pool. She could already practically feel the lifeguards giving him a dirty look. One actually blew his whistle to try to get the boy's attention- at the very least, they wanted to know what the contraption was for, and if it was remotely safe to have anywhere near a large body of water.

A moment later?

One minute, Yori was still somewhat warily swimming, The next, she was almost completely underwater, having not been prepared for the high-velocity cannonball into the pool. Her first thought was to swim to the surface and breathe. The next was to check to see if the kid was remotely okay- this was a lap pool, not a diving well! At best, a surface dive from a swimmer would work, but a cannonball like that risked serious injury, as the pool didn't get more than maybe seven feet deep at any point- only just deep enough not to touch the bottom when standing up, in other words.

LIfeguards were already whistling, and one had actually already begun to jump towards the pool to rescue if needed. Another thing the pool wasn't was a wave pool. None of the people in it were prepared for sudden, massive shifts in the way the water was moving. Yori stopped swimming- just in case she got in the way or something else insane happened- and started treading water on the now significantly more choppy water. She had no words. She should probably say something, but really, she had no words for this.

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 Posted: Jul 9 2016, 01:25 PM
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Kire swam his laps and generally tuned out the world around him. Whatever it took to keep himself afloat and get to lounging on the chairs. He heard the whistles of course, when they came. But he wasn't doing anything wrong and this would probably be his last lap anyway. Anything else going on wasn't his business. All of these were just excuses for the fact that he'd be completely unable to tell what was going on anyway. If it was important, people would be shouting, not just whistling at it. Then somebody did shout and the sound of...something happened. Followed by a large splash and waves that could be felt even to where Kire is.

That threw off his rhythm for sure and Kire stopped. Unfortunately this meant he went straight down to the pool floor. That was not good, he did not like being under the water and his natural ability to drown was acting up. He kicked himself the few feet back to where the air was and nearly caught a bump in the head by one of the lane wires. He grabbed on to it and basically hopped to the end of the pool. Kire shifted from the wire to the wall and lifted himself out, coughing. "What the hell was that?" He shouted. He probably was not the only one with the same question on the lips but he had the misfortune not to be able to see what was going on. He looked around until his eyes caught the greenish blob that was probably his towel and he stalked over to it.

He grabbed the silver blur that was his glasses and put them on and took stock of his surroundings. When he saw the contraption at one end of the pool, he had to say it again. "What the hell is that?" It was a mess of nonsense. It might have been a catapult but whoever had made it obviously hadn't put any real thought in the usefulness of such a creation. Pvc? What sort of idiot would believe that could throw watermelons properly? It would never hold. He looked over the buzzing pool and tried to spot where the watermelon had hit the water but didn't see any sign of fruit or even shattered melon anywhere.

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 Posted: Jul 10 2016, 05:30 PM
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The thing about mini-catapults - and this was certainly no full-sized model - was that you didn't build them for great archs, but quick-and-dirty launches. The elastic is primed, the thing is set, the lever is pulled, and we have GO for launch. Not a great launch, but it's fast. It does what it needs to do in quick order, and then is likely a pain to reload, but that's the price of creativity versus design limitations like 'Getting it through the door'.

So, while there was certainly some protest in the area, it had been rather soundly ignored, because the best way to get a test shot in without argument was to get right to it without paying attention to anyone else. Now, because of the design, it was actually more a forward-catapulting catapult than an arcing one, so weight was not really the problem, but distance. Namely, the distance of what the subject - Roshi - was being launched into. That is why...he chose the lap pool. Hell, he even had it perfectly aligned with an unoccupied lane.

Roshi Bento had launched and - like a motorboat passing - created great wakes as he cut through water in cannonball form. When he opened his eyes, he was underwater and looking at...the ceiling? No, wait. He was upside-down. righting himself, he broke the surface and grabbed some lane cords, going "WOOHOO!!". Yeah, that was no watermelon. That was a human catapult...or at least human launchapult. Doesn't matter. What DOES is that even if somebody cared to shout at him now, he was too busy laughing to pay attention.

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Once he was done here, it seemed that the pool was closing shortly, so he had to take his contraption and leave, post-haste. All in all, a 100% successful trip!

EXIT

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