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Let's Go Crazy; Let's Go Nuts

Who: Daia and OPEN
Where: Ultimately the Gym
When: Month of Horseshoe, Day 4
What: Pillow fights in the Gym!! Feel free to make your own toplevels <3
Warnings: N/A

Daia, being unusually bored, has gotten an idea in his head and wants to have some fun with everyone he can find. He leaves Rene in his room and grabs his pillow, then starts running down the hall. If you're in his path, he'll swing out to bonk you with his pillow.

"Pillow war in the Gym! Spread the word!"

And he giggles as he continues running, heading toward the Gym himself. He'll gather any spare pillows he can find and toss them in a pile, too. For anyone who needs a 'weapon'.

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Fair was fair, after all, and if Roland wanted to be tactical they could in theory, allow him that one advantage of being armed. Senku wasn't worried, a challenge was so much more fun.

He would bide his time, wait for Roland to get his hands on that pillow before striking - he tossed the spare pillow low towards Gen so that he'd be rearmed and then held his own above his head.

Senku was hoping that a bonk on the head would net them another point, unless Roland was fast enough to whack him first.

Here's the thing about having one entrance - planning a breach can only go so many ways. And as far as Roland can tell, with the combined wit of two friends who come from the same world, he was going to be outnumbered and outmatched whichever way he could twist the facts. That was a given.

So immediately, upon hearing the bait from Gen, he falls to his contingency. There was only one thing left for him to do, a viable strategy on its own but nevertheless, something he hopes will surprise them both.

"Heh. Suit yourself."

Roland takes a few more steps back, enough to grant him a burst of speed as he barrel rolls perfectly into the room, passing both Senku and Gen waiting to strike him from both sides. He pivots against his heel as soon as he halts, facing them in a crouch with both his arms up, fingers curling back and forth. He's smirking pretty openly now, voice in a low, playful dulcet tone.

"Alright, boys. Come and get me."

The thing of it was - neither of them were really what anyone would consider terrific athletes. Gen was a little better off - he had good reaction times and dexterity because of his stage magician work, and could run a decent distance if needed. Senku could do none of those things.

But they both didn't have good combat instincts, so while Gen expected that Roland might just rush in - he didn't expect the barrel roll, and his pillow whooshed uselessly in the air over Roland.

Gen grinned brightly at the challenge from Roland. He'd be hard pressed to resist it even if he wanted to. He glanced at Senku. "Together, my dear?"

Which obviously meant, when Senku moved to attack from the front, Gen would still try to get around Roland to attack from the rear. Of the two, he was the only one nimble enough to possibly get away with that.

"Yeah, Mentalist." Senku agreed. He was definitely the least speedy of the two, in fact if one were battle minded, they might realize he was the weakest link in the duo.

They'd just have to compensate with strategy and teamwork, that's all there was to it.

He grinned, pleased that this was not at all simple and charged in, taking the front, just as Gen wanted.

Roland's gamble pays off well, and he knows that while he'll never have the upper hand on numbers and teamwork - for he can already tell those two had a system only they could understand - he had a chance at outmatching them in skill. But to properly gauge them better, Roland was going to have to pull off yet another gamble, though thankfully, the risks were minimal.

When the duo begin their pillowed assault on the poor president, Roland smirks confidently and...doesn't evade. Instead, he braces himself with two arms crossed over the top of his head and allows as many hits as they can dish out. If it is as he sees, where Senku remains on a full-frontal offense, Roland will wait for a lapse in his swing before opening up his arm, grabbing the pillow by its case, and strongarms it off from Senku. He'll swing it right back in retaliation - never too forcefully, of course! - and do a clockwise sweep to disarm Gen who has settled right behind him. A perfect eclipse, and patterned after one of his existing moves in battle!

"That all you got?"

Fortunately, the stakes were very low in a pillow fight. It gave Senku and Gen the rare opportunity to take the offensive at all, really. Stretch those muscles that usually they needed to prop up entirely with bluffs and trickery.

So perhaps they were out of practice? So Roland might have disarmed Senku. Definitely bopped Gen right across the stomach with a pillow. It's an artful, graceful blow that Gen would need to remember if they were ever facing a real enemy and had to rely on Roland.

However, Gen had slightly better reflexes, and managed to keep his pillow from being stolen, too. Stumbled back and landed on his butt in the process, but. As mentioned - only slightly better reflexes. "Ahh! A masterful hit! Senku, retreat and rearm, I'll hold off this brute!"

It wasn't terribly upsetting to be disarmed, but it did earn him a little whack with his own pillow. That move had been quite masterful, actually, and he actually had no idea how good Roland was at combat.

Senku snickered a bit at Gen's dramatics, he could afford to be openly amused at the moment, it was just a silly pillow fight.

He raised a hand and then turned and sprinted to go grab some other poor soul's lost pillow.

As Senku darted out, Roland finally had a chance to at least get a hit on Gen. And even though he was the type to play it serious more often than not, he did have a side to him that enjoyed being the self-insert. So as Senku momentarily retreats for a new pillow, Roland just chuckles and stands up to full height, bopping Gen on his head with a gentle swing.

"Who are you calling a brute, hm?"

"Ah! Another hit!" Gen swung back, intending to whap Roland right back on the side. His smile was playful. It's clear he's having a lot of fun being very silly.

"I call a spade a spade, my friend," he teased in response, "and while we outnumber you, we don't match you in raw strength. Of course we have no choice but to team up against you ..."

He got his hands on another pillow and sprinted back, his breathing coming out a little heavier, but hopefully Gen would distract Roland.

Senku was walking up behind him slowly, one step at a time, pillow raised above his head, waiting for the right exact moment to strike.

"Well, I can't fault either of you for that strategy. You two obviously play it smart. That's good." Roland winces only slightly as another hit connects - but it's neither a painful one nor was he even trying to evade it at all. In fact, he's resigned himself to this particular fate, tonight of all nights, and welcomes it in fact. It was a perfect distraction for his own messy thoughts.

He smiles knowingly, honed battle instincts attuned to the fact that Senku was creeping up behind him for another hit. He puts on a show, though, raising his arms high above his head to try and hit Gen again in a fashion that left him completely and utterly open from the back.

"But I can't forgive that dastardly ambush, no matter what. Here's a taste of some of my revenge." Roland says, surprisingly...convinced of his little play acting, just waiting for the hit from Senku to also meet its mark.

Gen took the blow because it left Roland quite open to Senku's attack, and giggled. "Quite apt revenge! This is the curse of warfare, of course. Each strike just invites another in kind, escalating indefinitely."

His eyes twinkled so he could say, just before Senku biffed him in the back of the head with his pillow, "I'm only human, so having been so soundly struck, my friend, I'd only hope you meet the same fate."

Senku whacked Roland soundly, since he let him and snickered, pulling back to try that again.

"You can't look in both directions at once!"

His smile drops by a fraction of an inch. Even if they were just playing, Roland's shadows are never truly that far away. The curse of warfare, huh? He couldn't have put it better himself. And knowing what he did now, about these two boys's world...

But it is subtle recognition. He stifles a slight chuckle when the pillow from behind hits him, and perhaps again, since he only shields himself with an arm to the succeeding blow.

"Whoa. Man down!" He winces and kneels back down, only offering a quick sling of his own weapon from one side to the other; Gen first, then Senku in a half arch. "Watch the face, will you?" He jokes. "I hope you're prepared for my counterattack. I'm not holding back."

And even though they were just playing, Gen caught the subtle shift in Roland's expression. Ah. The mention of war, maybe? It distracted him enough that he got whapped with a pillow, making him laugh.

"I've backed up all my words with solid deeds," Gen smirked. "If you're going to counterattack, come at us."

He thought he could block a strike on Senku from Roland before thwapping the older man in turn, if he moved quickly enough.

Senku laughed a little bit as he took another hit, that was the whole point. His laugh and words were sounding breathless now, as this was still physical activity no matter how little it was, eventually it caught up with him every time.

He moved, not beside Roland so they had him pinched, but rather in front of him which made him closer to Gen in the first place.

"Yeah, go ahead." He said, with a smirk. "Let's see this counterattack. Better be impressive!"

Roland has the urge to maybe show off just a little bit, since he had talked himself up to these two. So they want impressive, huh? The president smirks and folds his arms across his chest, an air of confidence charged up around him.

"Then you're both mine." He falls into the play-acting easy, his own little form of fun.

At his ready...higgledies begin to appear all over him, some on his shoulder, others on his head and beside his feet. Lead by the chief Higgledy, Bambosh the Brave, the sprites around Roland blink into existence and suddenly, the dark-haired man extends his arm in a show of Attack! But the two had nothing to fear, after all. They only swarm the two of them in a gentle fascination, peering and jumping, some dancing and tugging at what they can find, until Roland silently commands them to grab pillows as they see them scattered around the car. And soon enough, the higgledies themselves begin their pillow fight assault, a balanced flurry between Gen and Senku each.

Roland joins in too, bopping Senku first, then Gen, on the head.

Gen's eyes went very, very wide.

Then, as the little sprites began to attack - he giggled. He started to laugh and giggle and he really couldn't stop, because it was ridiculous and silly. Gen would try to swat some of them away with a pillow, yet, honestly? Even if he wasn't laughing as hard as he was, his efforts would've been largely useless. There were just to many of them.

"You cheated!" Gen said, sounding completely delighted. "Senku-chan, he used magic to cheat at a pillow fight!"

Translation: Senku. Senku. Roland was clearly our people. Can we keep him?

He snickered, all amusement and enjoyment, no he doesn't seem the least bit disappointed either about the fact that Roland has called his little sprites, and although he wasn't laughing nearly as much as Gen, he had the same kind of devious sparkle in his eyes.

"I see that." He snickered. "He's as bad a cheater as you are."

Senku elbowed Gen playfully and then batted lightly at some of the pixies.

"I don't have any pixies up my sleeves here." He giggled a bit. "Come on, Mentalist, do a magic trick or something!"

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