Modern Waterfare (Tales of Death City 5)

[Rocton]

Situation:
A small flyer was passed around school about a water gun fight in the park today. Water guns will be supplied and a part of the park will be reserved for the fight.

Setting:
A small clearing in the park the size of 50 meters. There's a small hill up in the middle of the area. Before you enter the clearing there will be a table with an assortment of water guns.

Rules:
1. No physical contact. Whatsoever.
2. Keep it PG-13 for sake of site not getting shut down *eyes Rick and Cin*
3. Everyone will wear two targets, one on each shoulder. The target will wash off when completely soaked. Once you no longer have any targets on your person, you must get two more targets from a resupply station. Covering or otherwise obstructing the target in any way shape or form is prohibited.
4. You'll be allowed to pick your water gun from the arsenal. All water guns are a first come first serve basis. If someone picks a gun you wanted, you'll have to pick something else. (exception will be made to small lightweight BACK-UP blasters)
5. Everyone will be supplied with 3 small water balloons. (optional) When water balloons are thrown, a dice will be thrown to decide if it explodes or not on impact (Odd numbers: no explosion Even Numbers Explosion)
6. Resupply stations will be in the four corners of the map. Garden hoses will be placed there but only for refill purposes. Anyone caught using them for other purposes is disqualified and banned from future events. Buckets of water balloons will also be right there.

Arsenal: From iSoaker.com


In your first post, link me to your choice of water guns. Anything feasible to your character is allowed. No running around with 4 huge waterguns.

For the sake of my sanity, I was going to reformat this in bbcode for you guys but I figure a direct link will be faster and less time consuming with essentially the same result

Gametype:
King of the Hill: Stay on the top of the hill for as long as possible.

(P.S This topic will be the practice run for perhaps a site wide event, so if this goes well expect more in the future)

[Rick Fader]

Primary: CPS 1500
Secondary: SC Big Trouble
Water Baloon x3

Rick's favorite event of the year had finally started. The first two years he had spent at Shibusen, he had competed in the water war. Studies and an injury to the forearm wouldn't stop him from soaking people, and getting soaked himself. However, his shoulder injury had reduced him to a simple spectator in the stands the last year. Needless to say, it was probably one of the saddest days for him that year.

With no major injuries preventing him from his simulated massacre, the Demon Chair walked up to the designated area where the groups would hang out. As with the last two years, Rick had his CPS 1500, and his SC Big Trouble on his person. Dressing up for the event, Rick wore a simple white t-shirt, a pair of athletic trousers, and his pair of boots. Bandages were wrapped around his ankles, keeping his pants secured to them, alongside the two strings being tied, keeping the waist secured. On his hands were his usual pair of gloves. Knowing the drill, two paint targets were mounted onto his shoulders.

A grin was plastered onto his face. His secondary was secured on the shoulder strap, while he was holding his primary weapon in his hands. The three water balloons were on his person, ready to be deployed when needed.

The good and bad news was that his friends, Cin and Ymir, were joining in on the fun this year. While this was great, it was still a free for all game. Which meant no griefing for him. But with Ymir's latest scheme, the Demon Chair grinned at the thought of soaking Cin. . .

This was going to be a great year to soak some shit. . .

[tina]

Acacia tended to pay attention to any fliers she saw around school, as she did not want to miss out on anything interesting. Therefore, when she noticed one about a water gun fight, she made note of the date and time and made sure she would not be busy for it. She even spent some spare time looking into the weapons of choice for the event so she would have some idea what she was doing, though she focused only on the basics after seeing the wide variety of models in existence. When the day finally rolled around, she got ready early and headed for the park with the intention of being one of the first there.

Sure enough, she found the location with plenty of soakers undisturbed and no crowd or line ahead of her, though she could see someone who had beaten her there already carrying two of the heavier-looking ones. Still, second was better than last, and she didn't focus on him, instead eyeing the selection in front of her critically. She was determined to pick one that would be good, but light and maneuverable enough to suit her. After all, in a fight like this, accuracy and dodging speed would probably be most important, though a large water capacity would be nice, too. Still, couldn't have everything, so she turned her attention to the more mid-sized ones. They probably weren't too much heavier than the smallest ones, and would certainly hold enough more water to make up for it.

One in particular caught her eye fairly quickly. The nozzle appeared to be rotatable and it had a handle on the back, which was certainly an interesting configuration. Thin and barely over a foot long, it looked like it would suit her purposes nicely. Without any more thought, she grabbed the Sneak Attack before someone else could come up behind her and beat her to it. She thought about picking up a second one, but decided against it. Hopefully with just one water gun that wasn't even amongst the largest ones, she wouldn't look like too much of a threat.

Still, she did accept the optional water balloons so that she'd have something to use as a last resort if she ran out of water at a bad time. She had brought a small bag with a shoulder strap slung over her right shoulder and hanging at her left hip. It felt a bit odd, since she would usually carry one the other way around, but she didn't want to risk the bag getting in the way of her dominant arm while she was firing or something. The water balloons were quickly placed in there, where she would have easy access to them but wouldn't have to worry about keeping a hold on them.

Satisfied with that arrangement, she got her targets placed properly before resettling the toy she had chosen, the grip in her right hand and the front end resting in her left palm, ready to go. She was a bit fuzzy on the details of how things would start, so she decided to hang around the table for a little longer until more people showed up. Maybe she could even form some sort of alliance with someone. She considered asking the boy who had beaten her there, but he looked like he clearly knew what he was doing, so she doubted he would have any interest in allying with someone who barely had any idea what she was doing. So far the closest she had to a plan was 'be able to dodge a lot', and she had never actually used a water gun before, though they didn't look too tough to aim.

[Eva Liu]

Competitive swimming had long since killed her capacity to enjoy aimless frolicking in a pool. Even after leaving high school, she could no longer lounge around poolside without the (now irrational) imminent fear of a coach’s wrath or being the target of a maliciously thrown water polo ball. Splashing around was the domain of silly freshmen, and her first thought upon entering a pool was to begin a 200 meter warm up lap. It even felt sacrilegious to not follow up with a swimming set or two. Thus was the total obliteration of the pool as a source of leisure in her mind.

Fortunately for Eva, water itself still held some form of enjoyment. In the sweltering Nevada heat, the feeling of cold water rolling down one’s skin was an especially exquisite pleasure. There was a decadence to the idea of holding a water war in a city in the middle of the desert. It was just an unconventional kind of cold shower, she reasoned. That it was also much more confrontational and physically exerting than most cold showers were aspects she was willing to overlook this one time.

Ultimately, the girl paid interest in the ad publicizing the friendly skirmish because it presented a break from the focus of serious combat in school. Of course people were going to be competitive and aggressive even then; she knew she at least was keen on holding the title of King of the Hill. However, dousing someone with water in a simulated gunfight wasn’t quite the same as trying to mow people down a weapon. You couldn’t hurt yourself in a water war, not unless you tripped your own fool self trying to run to cover.

Eva had prepared the only way she knew how: dressing appropriately for the situation. Her long hair was swept into a braid, and stray locks carefully bobby pinned in place. Rather than be forced to spend an extended period of time trying to run in uncomfortable, wet undergarments, she instead wore her old two-piece practice swimsuit underneath her athletic shorts and T-shirt. Wet socks were an annoyance she would just have to put up with. The swimsuit had the snugness and support needed for strenuous activity, yet was made to handle water. In other words, perfect for the occasion. Such were the feminine concerns that few ordinarily give thought to, but she would rather over-prepare than learn through trial by embarrassment. A not-too-long-ago incident in the boy’s dormitory hallway came to mind, if only briefly. Call it learning vicariously.

She hadn’t arrived too early to have to wait awkwardly for others to arrive and appear freakishly excited for a casual activity, nor too late that the best resources had already been snapped up. While scrutinizing the water guns on display, she looked over the two that had already arrived. Not only did she need to keep in mind how practical the weight and shape of each water gun would be for her, but also how it would match up to her competitors. A heavy, cumbersome one certainly looked impressive, but Eva wanted to be able to run with relative ease. The girl picked up the Flash Flood, on a whim, turning it in her hand to test the feel. Deciding that it was suitable, she continued on, slinging one of the many Splat Blasters laid out on the table across her shoulder. It was a relatively light, sleek back up weapon, though really she wanted it because it looked like a shotgun. Although she did learn a mean throwing technique from the water polo girls that shared the swim club pool, she had to pass on the water balloons, having no bag to carry them in.

While she was pondering over which weapon to pick, she had also been casually analyzing her opponents. The blue haired boy would definitely present himself as a threat, and did not appear one willing to make a temporary, mutually beneficial alliance. That is, one that she could be sure that he wouldn't renege on. A big confident bruiser, that one, with his large main water gun. Eva had little to offer in that case. The short young girl, however, stood to gain more from a partnership. A lithe, speedy ally could prove useful, not only because the others would underestimate her for her size and age.

After attaching the targets on her shoulder, she approached the only other female present thus far. Eva knew herself enough to be well aware that she worked best with a teammate. “Hey,” she greeted casually with a small nod of the head. “Name's Eva. They said it’s a free-for-all, but I wouldn’t mind having someone watch my back. I’ll make sure to return the favor. I don’t mind sharing the title or helping, as long as I can make sure no one else gets it. So what do you say?” She was sincere in her offer, but still smiled mischievously at the idea of arranging alliances over a simple water fight. Lazy though she may be, she still greatly relished winning.

[cin]

To be perfectly honest with herself, Cin had been looking forward to this all year.

Cin had taken part in this annually for the last couple of years. She hadn't won once, but that didn't take away the sheer fun of it, running around, soaking through and blasting peoples faces off with huge water cannons. It was then that she liked be a Meister and a Mechanic. There wasn't one of those cannon-sized water-pistols she couldn't carry. It was just everyone else's luck that she wasn't allowed to punch them all straight in the face if she felt like it.

When Rick had told her he was taking part this year, she didn't really believe him. Mostly because she knew he'd be the one she would have to look out for. No doubt she would be his main target above annoying everyone else, of course. At this point in time, she wasn't sure if she was in this to win it, or just to knock people out as main times as she could with her weapon of choice. It was the same she'd always arm herself with, and nothing more. Her dodging and jumping abilities were made next to useless considering the weight, but hell to it, she was here to soak shit and make a mess. This plain would need a good while to soak out, that's for sure. Sometimes the pitch would get so fucked up it started to get muddy. That was always fun.

It was just before the start that Cin spotted her Electric friend from further afield, with a smirk on his face that she was determined to wipe straight off. "HEY! ASSBRO! WHY AIN'T THERE A TARGET PAINTED ON YOUR FAT FUCKIN' ASS!" She bellowed over to him, a snide grin on her face. This was going to be the closet thing Shibusen and Death City would get to a cold war...

...And it would be grand.

[wasaki]

[[OOC: Roc, so sorry man. Had no idea you’d gone ahead and put up this stellar idea. I bid all my fellow Hydro-warriors apologies as well. I’m sorry. Please forgive me! ]]

Arsenal
Primary: CPS 3200

Amidst the wide variety of contestants already making their appearance one more joined the bunch. Coming somewhere in between the coy proposition made by that fallibly cute fun-sized weapon girl he’d seen around school and the belligerent goading of a particularly boisterous girl to a interestingly well prepared looking fellow. Ah, the setting of pre-warfare always had such a sweet scent to it. It sent tingles down Wasaki’s spine as he slowly slipped into the area with his nose held high and the weightiest water gun strapped clutched in both hands. The aquatic artillery’s accompanying backpack had already kneaded a nice niche into his spine, but medical bills be damned! He was going to raze these mofos down! Grind their bones! Eat the marrow! Then for breakfast he’d…he’d…he’d probably not do any of that. Sounded like too much work anyway.

Clad with a frayed tie-dye shirt that fit as it had since the tender age of eight—tightly mind you—the dark skinned foreigner warily eyed the size of the field. Judging from the expanse that stretched before him he was pleased with his choice of open-toed flip-flops, the corduroy vest, and the past-the-knee khaki pants. The attire of a true soldier, a mindset that further suggested that everyone else was simply posing to be ready for combat; indeed they were in Wasaki’s competitively narrow-minded way of seeing the world. His eyes squinted seriously as his lips worked. An image of concentration that almost made you want to draw nearer and catch even the faintest sound of his rhetorical whisper. What was he whispering about? Perhaps he was counting the paces, by pure estimation, it was to get to each resupply station from the center of the arena. Or maybe he was already plotting a militant position in which to assert his maniacal water-based dominance. Worse yet he perhaps the lad was simply figuring on just the right amount of water to spray on the unsuspecting trio of females in order to catch a glimpse of their… “Oof!”

Or maybe he simply had forgotten to watch where he was going and collapsed at the feet of the miniature ‘Rambo’ look-alike. Awwwwwwwwww shit~ Rising to his feet he found himself craning his neck uncomfortably to look the suddenly man-sized fellow in the eye. Something about the untamed look on his face seemed familiar. Like the phantoms of memories that infuriatingly haunted one’s mind at the most frivolous times and then when the moment of truth came for their divulging—they flitted away to obscure regions of the hippocampus, never to be seen at the acclaimed instance. Luckily no such tragedy belief Wasaki as he relaxed into a casual slouch. A stance which perpetuated his utter lack of awe as he took in the form of one Rick Fader, a lad who by a small sample of the cleaning crew’s accounts was a proverbial bad ass. Wearing that daredevil smirk on his face, the out-sized NOT rookie swiped his thumb beneath his nose, “Soooooooo, they’re lettin’ somebody like you go at it too, huh?” he remarked glibly.

Naturally it hadn’t dawned upon him that perhaps Rick had already been riled enough what with the comments of his gargantuan rear being aired for all to listen to, but that was the sort of kid he was. Jutting his chin confidently and raising himself up on tiptoes he let one hand dawdle away from the weight of his gun, allowed this same hand to extend a single finger—the index that is—and publicly jab it into Rick’s nose…of course he missed and the trajectory instead found said appendage in Rick’s nose, but with a quick recovery and a whispered “Sorry.” Wasaki coughed and went about his issuing of a formal challenge.

“Rick Fader! Remember this face…it’s the face of the man that will beat you and win the entire war!”

…

At this point it was hard to tell whether there were more fans than crickets. The rolling silence that blanketed the entirety of the area was unsettling, but shamelessly Wasaki nodded his head once, completely assured that his point had been made before taking himself into an uninhabited portion of the waiting area. He was in his zone.