[rem sleep]

Day 4 - Chaos and Roland - Rabbit

The focus shifted to me as the circle drew still.

"Truth or dare?" Chaos hummed. He reclined in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. That posture and the sneer on his face made it all too obvious that he was enjoying himself. Of course he was. He seemed to have this strange fascination with seeing others squirm when he was obviously on the winning side.

"Dare." I glared him dead-on, meeting his condescending gaze with some intensity of my own. I wasn't going to let him harass me today. Sure, we were friends. We still are. He just enjoys giving people a hard time and I just so happen to be the only person who sees an issue with that behavior.

"Alright Rol," Chaos mused, "I dare you to maintain a steady handstand until the next three rounds pass."

The circle gasped and I sighed, of course it was like him to toss something unreasonable in.

"Fine." I scoffed, and I proceeded to flip myself upside down. I wasn't a stranger to physical activity and I wasn't a moron either. I would take Chao's challenge, if not for the sake of shutting him up, then for a pleasant refresher on where my boundaries were. I held myself there-- one round, two-- I felt my hands tremble under my weight as my balance began to falter. It was almost back around to Chaos for the third time when I felt my hands slip out from under me. I only had a moment to realize it before my chin smacked into the floor.

I scrambled to sit upright, rubbing my damaged face. Chaos fled the scene, no doubt turning tail to laugh himself to tears. The others consoled me, trying to figure a way to minimize the damage to my chin and my ego. Chaos came back a few minutes later with an ice pack and a sheepish smile, finally looking softened.

"Sorry pal," Chao's cherry red eyes found other things to focus on rather than my bruised chin. Perhaps it was decency, I thought, or maybe he just felt bad. There was a nagging sense, however, that he wouldn't look at me because he felt a bit ashamed for having asked something silly in the first place. "Does this help any?" He extended me the ice pack and I held it up against my chin.

"Yeah," I said simply, "But next time, you're the one doing handstands." My joke caused the room to erupt into laughter, and just like that, the situation dissolved into that-- a joke.

[FluffyBirdie]

Dᴀʏ 04: Tʜᴇ Rᴀʙʙɪᴛ
Tell about a time your kalon made a bet with a friend that they lost.
[ FluffyBirdie |Kalon/s: Tybalt | 231 words ]

Ah bets. The sensation of risk, of knowing everything hinged on luck and knowledge and chance. And blackmail, depending on the situation. It was thrilling, exhilarating, to win when stakes are high, to earn without having done anything besides placing a bet and a prayer to Lady Luck.

Tybalt wasn't feeling the thrill now. Friendship was quite a two-way street, and on days like this, he wondered whether he had pushed his friend too far, and now he was reaping the punishment. He should have known it was coming. Sera only made a bet was when it related trade stocks, and he never initiated a bet. So Tybalt should have known his friend, whom he’d poke fun of ten times a day, had some kind of ulterior motive up his sleeve. That, and the fact he knew a lot more about trade stocks. But oh it was such a surprise! And Sera knew he couldn’t resist a risk with such high stakes. The reward as well…
Well now Tybalt reconsidered what his reward would be when he found himself trapped underneath a pile of paperwork. Sera had only said “something simple” when they placed the bets, and in all honesty, the work was indeed simple. It was only the repetitiveness that killed him. And the fact that Sera was smooching off his hard work.
Friends are not beings to be trusted.

[2246]

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Prompt #4
"Tell about a time your kalon made a bet with a friend that they lost."
Characters used: Ellie, and Blue
(an old bird character of mine. I don't have any other kalons, so I didn't know who to use. c':)
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Hmm....But can she do that without the blindfold?..

[lovestruck]

Dᴀʏ 04: Tʜᴇ Rᴀʙʙɪᴛ
using Genevieve and Pip
Fiery waves crashed against the shore, sending kalons fleeing away with their umbrellas. These waves weren’t too rough, but they were big, perfect for surfing. Genevieve smiled softly, and lugged her heavy board over to the edge of the ocean as a salty breeze ruffled her long bleach blonde hair. There, she met a stranger. However, Genevieve took no interest in him and instead focused on his board. It was a gorgeous specimen, and Genevieve couldn’t help but feel jealousy rising up in her throat. She could never afford such a board, yet this kalon, who was probably not even good at surfing had one? Genevieve smirked, and spoke firmly to the stranger, in her deep, raspy voice. “Wanna have a surfing competition?” she asked, raising an eyebrow curiously at him. “It’ll be like a bet of sorts, yeah? We both choose something we want the other person to do if they lose?” He chuckled, smirking confidently, and shrugged, “Why not- after all, I’m the surfing champion of this here city.” Genevieve snarled slightly. This kalon didn’t know who he was playing around with, underestimating her like this. She’d been the champion three years in a row in her town, and there was no way she could lose with waves like this. “Mhmm. Ok then. If you lose... I want you board,” she muttered. He chuckled softly, before responding, “Alright, if you lose, you have to do some work for me.” Genevieve narrowed her eyebrows suspiciously but huffed, “Alright then. May the best surfer win.”

The two kalons set out on their boards, paddling out to where the waves were. Genevieve smiled softly as the familiar touch of seaspray brushed against her cheeks and he scent of salt filled her nose. Finally they reached the spot where they’d agreed to start, and Genevieve crested the wave. She glanced over at her competitor and sighed, realizing perhaps he wasn’t too bad after all. She stood up shakily and sighed as as a soft breeze caressed her face. She peered over at her competitor again. Suddenly Genevieve’s weight shifted. Her board wobbled, and her foot slipped and came out from under her. It whacked her in the head and she felt her body slip under the waves as everything went black.

Gen’s eyes opened slowly to darkness. Was she dead? Was she still underwater? Genevieve realized after her flusteredness she was sitting in a chair, in a dimly lit room. She groaned, reaching a hand up to her forehead, which was now rather swollen. Pain stung at her head where she’d touched it, and she stifled a cry. The kalon from before came in, and handed her an ice pack. “You still owe me that work by the way.” He flicked on a light and extended his hand. “I’m Pip, by the way.” Genevieve snarled, pushing his hand away softly. She looked around the room, which was clearly his board room. Rich snob. He had all the boards a kalon could buy. Genevieve- had one. Pip paced around the room, brushing his fingers against several of the boards. “Today you’ll be waxing these boards for me, while I’m out catching some waves. Have fun!” Genevieve sighed, realizing he must’ve saved her life and she’d need to repay him by doing this, at least.

Being a kalon of her word, Genevieve began to wax the boards, ignoring her throbbing forehead. It was tedious work, requiring a lot from your arms. As pain began to burn in her arms, Genevieve took a break. She was only halfway done, and it had been several hours. She grabbed the glass of water he’d left her, and gulped it down, before returning to her work.

Although it seemed it had taken forever, she’d finally finished, and Pip had returned. He inspected the boards, and smiled softly, turning to her. “Thank you for your hard work. You can take one, if you’d like.” Genevieve frowned slightly. These were the most high end boards out there, of course she’d like to take one. However, she just couldn’t bare the feeling of letting him know she did want something of his, and to lower herself to below him. She brushed her fingers against a pale blue board. It was gorgeous, and she had envied it so much as she’s waxed it earlier. She took it down from its rack, and smiled softly. “Is this one ok?” She’d underestimated Pip’s character, and surfing skills. Genevieve would make sure now to never make a bet again as long as she lived.

[skywishes01]

iv. Tell about a time your kalon made a bet with a friend that they lost.
[ ft. elliot + nisha ]

"I bet you won't be able to stay away from those eclairs."

"Hmm?"

"Look at them- freshly baked, oozing with chocolate- I can practically taste them from here..."

"Where is this going..?"

[an audible smirk] "I challenge you to not eat eclairs for today."

"Aww, what?"

"Of course, if you're not up to it... I know, I know, addiction is hard."

"...not even one bite?"

"Elliot, this relationship you've got with chocolate- completely unhealthy. Trust me, you're better off without them. Not. One. Bite."

[a sigh] "Alright. I can survive without an eclair for one day."

"Can you?"

"Thanks for the support, Nisha."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, small one."

"I'm taller than- oh! That man's buying one."

"And the real test begins."

"I'm okay. I'm okay. He can have the eclair. I'm not-" [a squeak]

"Eclairs: 2. Elliot: 0."

"You're not helping!"

"Of course I am. See, repeat after me: I am a strong independent woman who needs no eclairs in her life."

"I am a strong, independent- oh no the lady's taking like ten how is that fair-"

"Why do I even try."

"Nisha, there's only one left. One! Left!"

"Look on the bright side-"

"Do you really have the right to say that?"

"- your suffering is nearly over!"

"Yeah, I guess..." [a door bell rings]

"Here we see an office worker in their natural habitat: the coffee shop, source of caffeine and artificial energy. Looks like they're headed for the pastries- it's the last eclair they're after- Elliot, where are you going?"

[a loud scuffling]

[muffled] "I couldnth leth them just take it from me!"

"...You bought an eclair."

[happily] "Yep. Your beth was sthupid anyway."

"But you still lost- and that means, I win."

"Of course. I should've known."

"What did I tell you about sar-"

"Shh. Just tell me what you want and let me eat my eclair in peace."

"...Give me half of that."

"Never!"

[laughter, from both: one quiet and musical, one happy and bright, both filled with the joy of friendship.]

[cad bane]

Pip's friends bet that he couldn't climb the cherry blossom tree. Pip took the bet but ended up falling off of the tree and hitting the funnybone in his knee! He's still salty about the experience to this day.

[heartleafed]

» ambrosius   » can't you keep a promise?   ─   DAY 4; THE RABBIT


»   Early morning was finally fading to full day as Ambrosius was sitting in the field overlooking his flock of sheep. He was tossing an apple up and catching it lazily, vision blurring a little as he soaked in the relaxation. The sudden snatching of the apple snapped him up in a moment of panicked reaction until the face began to register.

"Maël!"
"You really have to learn to pay more attention Am." The younger man's tone was only lightly chiding, and Ambrosius couldn't help but laugh a little in response.

It was quick they way they fell into conversation, easy, small talk like words that eventually devolved into only giggling over haphazard tales from their daily lives. It was easily noon by the time Am had recounted a rather recent story of him being banished from the certain countryside from stealing from a farmer's orchid.

"You didn't Ambrosius," He couldn't tell if it was a joke, so he was trying not to laugh just in case.
"Oh, no, I did. In retrospect that may have been a mistake, but-"
"Only you could manage to do something that stupendously idiotic."
"Thank you."
"It wasn't a compliment Am. At this point I'm convinced you couldn't stay out of trouble if your life depended on it."
"I think I could Mae."

"Do you want to bet on it?"
"Are you serious about that?"
"Yes, I am."

They fell into a hush, all of Ambrosius' faith in himself draining in an instant.

"Yes. Well. Maybe, what are the terms." Ambrosius didn't mean to stutter that so bad, and Maël shakes his head.
"You have to stay out of any and all trouble until this evening. If you do anything that isn't completely on the up and up, then you lose and you owe me one favor, which you cannot deny. If you don't get into any trouble, then I owe you the same. Deal?"
"Deal."



»   Maël had been gone maybe two and half hours before the chaos began. One of the youngest sheep had somehow slipped from Am's line of site, which forced him to take off after it with the remaining sheep to fend for themselves in the field where he left them. It took close to half an hour of searching to finally spot the lamb slipping into a farmers gated field. With not a second of hesitation he slipped in after it, tailing the lamb who was for some reason or another hellbent on being on the other side of France. Until the lamb screeched to a halt, Am not taking the hint to follow, then turned tail to run. It only took half a second for him to pinpoint the reason for this, which was not one but two giant dogs. During the ensuing chaos Ambrosius had broken at least one fence and once again lost site of the lamb, who had by now wandered into the same farmers grape orchid. When Am had finally managed to catch site of the errant sheep she had somehow destroyed a good part of the vineyard. It required a short bout of bickering with the tiny lamb, and somehow managing to get them both entrenched in a mud puddled, that he was finally able to safely slung her over his shoulders, the sun sinking into the sky as he attempted to carry her off. Before Ambrosius could even begin to catch his breath the owner of the farm was on his heels, no doubt demanding reparations for his destruction of his livelihood.

In the process of once again fleeing the scene he managed to somehow damage another fence and possibly injure the farmer. After what felt like an eternity he finally stumbled back into the field, tired but still bleating lamb on his slumped shoulders he walked right into Maël.

"I can... Not, explain this. At all actually. I just suppose I owe you that favor now."

[rottenmutt]

Day four!

Pip made a bet that he could get into this beautiful underwater cave. As he was swimming underneath the rocks and loot underneath him his tail got caught between a few rocks, and as he tried to pull from it. he snagged parts of his tail off, causing it to be slighty smaller and less fluffy. He was stuck in the cave for about 3 hours until someone came to get him.

[Catskitten]

Dᴀʏ 04: Tʜᴇ Rᴀʙʙɪᴛ
" [ friendly, personable, sentimental ] "

The Rabbit and the Tiger had their own personal contest, and though the rabbit was very fast,
he couldn't out race the Tiger. He lost time jumping rocks to cross the river!

Tell about a time your kalon made a bet with a friend that they lost.

Prompt 4

Catskitten

Kalons

The infamous pie eating competition happened and Seventy didn’t want to remember it.
Ghastly somehow had suckered her into joining in along with Rhyse.
Seventy didn’t want to make Ghastly sad and it was harmless fun.
Just three adults eating the most pie with kits looking on in bewilderment.
This wouldn’t happen on a normal day.
Seventy cringed just thinking of the memories. She was suppose to be the smart one.
Not that the others were dumb just thought different.
Most certainely didnt think about conciquences.
Everyone was sick and she had to care for them while being also sick.
On top of caring for the kits. It was a bad day.

Forager got a competition with a fellow coworker.
Both throwing their own weapons around.
Skilled enough to not hurt anyone and made quite a show.
Forager got tired first and lost.
It was rather fun though and he made lots of money that day.
Losing wasnt that bad.

[womp womp]

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→ Kalon Used In Prompt : Blaise and Melon ←
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The sun blazed high in the sky as Melon and Blaise walked along the sandy shores of the beach. Blaise had her camera tucked into her bag, and as she reached for it Melon stopped her.

"Hold your horses!" Melon interjected, slapping Blaise's hand away from her bag. Blaise froze, and gave Melon a puzzled look. Blaise gave her a shrill laugh, shaking her head.

"It's been a while since I heard that phrase." Blaise commented with a grin. "But what's wrong with my camera?" She questioned, giggling slightly. "After all, you saying 'hold your horses' is quite interesting, my friend."

"I've got a bet for you." Melon pronounced solemnly. Blaise's grin was swept right off her face. "I want you to not take a picture of anything for the whole entire day."

"But that's ridiculous! You know for a fact I have my camera on me at all times for a reason. Plus we're at one of the most beautiful local beaches, Melon. What kinda friend are you?" Blaise countered, and Melon burst out into a laugh.

"That's the thing. You don't take a picture for the whole day, and I owe you three scoops of any type of ice cream, for the whole week, every day and I have to sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' in front of a person of your choice." Melon started, and Blaise raised an eyebrow. "But... if you lose... then I not only receive bragging rights but then you owe me ice cream and have to sing in front of a person of choice."

"Deal." Blaise replied hastily, and Melon looked shocked for a moment. "But a bet is a bet, and you're not allowed to take it back, alright?" Blaise asked.

"Deal." Melon confirmed with a nod. "All right, how about we check out the art museum nearby?"

"Easy. I've already visited that place, and there is no more I need to know about it." Blaise nodded, and the two went off... but little did Blaise know it was a tough decision to take that bet.

At the museum, they had added a collection of new sculptures and paintings, and Blaise was itching to take a picture of at least one thing. But there was no way she was purchasing ice cream and singing in front of a person of Melon's choice. Never.

"Ready for our next stop?" Melon questioned as they left the museum. Blaise replied with no hesitation.

"Of course."

The two visited parks, gardens, and even took a tour of the area. So far, the only time Blaise had touched her camera was when she was rummaging through her bag to get her sunglasses but it toppled out (nothing was broken, at least!).

Then it came down to the end of the day.

"Cool it down with some popsicles, how about that?" Melon suggested. Blaise agreed and the two decided to go buy some at the nearest shop that sold popsicles, but that's when Blaise lost.

Melon had dropped her icy treat while walking, yet she hadn't noticed and slipped right on it, and she tumbled over. Blaise couldn't help but take out her camera and snap a few shots. Yes, she had lost. But it was worth it.

Note: Melon was too traumatized to make Blaise sing or buy her ice cream.

[ 554 words ]