as good of an idea as this voice test is!!

[faeth]

Alright, let’s you and me get down to business! And if you could please save all of your questions until after I finish with these instructions, it'd be appreciated muchly. (Remember, mate! Set your phone to vibrate! And don’t forget to pick up a flier and some more refreshments on the way out.)

So as I was saying, in Dodgeball: The Musical, we'll have chairs scattered all over the gymnasium floor, okay? Like musical chairs, except not only will you be responsible for sitting down when the music stops, you’ll also be responsible for trying to take the other members out while the music's still playing. W-with the ball, of course...

That's where things get interesting, you see, there's strategy involved. You also have the choice to use the game ball to knock over a chair instead of another player. Once that happens, that chair is like hot lava. You can't touch it! But watch out—if you knock a chair over with your body, it’s an instant out! Hit the benches, son, you're going home! Besides that, it's Battle Royale, every man for himself!

...B-but to be honest, DB:TM is still in its planning stages, so I can’t really say anything about the collateral damage risk... I-I figured that we'd cross that bridge once we get there...

For now, let’s teach you the best way to throw a dodge ball—! I'm kinda proud of my technique, if I do say so, myself. It’s all in the wrists, you see, and there’s a little bit of hip movement, but it’s nothing you shouldn’t be able to handle. Although it looks rather special, all there is to it is this small (but vital!) heel rotation at one-hundred-forty degrees that you have to pull off, and then it’s really just—

. . .

… w-why are you ducking your head like that?

Comments

[faeth]

No, to my throwing arm, of course... I-I still feel a little guilty over that one time that we've promised to conveniently blot out should it be mentioned in everyday conversation, and I thought I could make it up to you by showing you my progress.

1/2- EW SEMI ICON REDUNDANCY (re: my first tag)

[repelling]

[ Yes, of course, her throwing arm.

Her throwing arm.

He isn't afraid! How ridiculous. The pause has nothing to do with "that one time" and everything to do with something he hasn't thought of yet. ]

almost 250 icons and i do that, shameful

[repelling]

Make what up to me? Inoue-san's feeling guilty for no reason. But, if you'd like to get an opinion, I've the time.

i take 4 minutes just to figure out which one to ussseee, don't 'shameful' at me!!

[faeth]

I-it's... well, still, I mean, I figured that since Ishida-kun is well-versed in archery, that maybe he'd know all there is to know about it... Wrist flexions, and the like.

ok i'm gonna time you

[repelling]

I don't know much about standard archery, and I'm not sure that the wrist movements in archery would have much influence on throwing; they're pretty different.

[ But... it's hard enough admitting he doesn't know about something when it could possibly be of use. And he's really not going to say that Kurosaki, with his experience whoring himself out to various clubs, would be a better choice for this. ]

I can still, er, serve as a witness?

NO STOP, THE PRESSURE IS ON

[faeth]

... Are you sure it won't be too painful...?

HURRAY YOU WON

[repelling]

...Why would it be painful?

[ oh no. ]

/2 I'LL TAKE WHAT'S BEHIND CURTAIN #1

[faeth]

Bearing witness to it. Won't it bring up repressed memories...? Things like a long-forgotten twin brother, or a black-and-white airplane, or tenkey.

[faeth]

I wouldn't make you go through all of that, Ishida-kun!

1/2 TA DAAAA --

[repelling]

[ . . . ]

I don't know what Inoue-san is talking about.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAYL5H46QnQ&ob=av3e

[repelling]

[ Picks up a dodgeball that happens to be here oh the magic of whatever, gives it a light toss to her. ]

Go on.

A THEME SONG FOR THIS POST, WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED !!

[faeth]

[ c-catches it easily, holding it in front of her face... and then sloooowly brings it back down. ]

Go on... where exactly?

THE THEME SONG SHOULD BE "HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME"

[repelling]

Where? --Er, no, go on and throw it. If Inoue-san wants?

oops i did it again

[faeth]

Ah-- eh, no, but I really couldn't... [ fingers tightening around that dodgeball. ] Ishida-kun, I didn't want to mention it any further just in case I dredged up any painful memories, but... you do remember what happened last time, don't you- even if I thought you might've gotten amnesia from-

1/2

[repelling]

I don't have amnesia! I remember-

[ oh does he remember ]

ut i thought the old lady dropped it into the water at the end

[repelling]

Never mind last time, does Inoue-san really think I'd be unable to move past something so minor? Besides, it isn't as if you have to throw it at me.

[ .............................

right? ]

[faeth]

[ SO MAYBE STANDING WITH ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, ARM GEARED BACK AND READY TO LAUNCH THAT DODGEBALL ISN'T REALLY THE BEST WAY TO ACCOMPANY: ]

No, no, of course not!

[repelling]

[ ...SHOULD HE MOVE... He's thinking about it. That would indicate distrust in her words, and also in her ability to throw a ball that doesn't gravitate to his face. MAYBE JUST A STEP...

still thinking about it... ]

/eh

[faeth]

[ well, while you're deliberating, Ishida-kun, she's just going to LAUNCH THAT DODGEBALL WITH ALL OF HER MIGHT--! ]

/4 I THINK

[faeth]

[ at a chair. ]

wait 5

[faeth]

[ which causes the dodgeball to make a stunning leap into the air when it hits the seat at an angle, where it then hits the ceiling, the floor, then the corner of the room like a rocket pinballing into space... ]

[faeth]

[ THUS LEADING IT TO RICOCHET RIGHT AT I- ]

/le fin

[faeth]

[ -noue's forehead with a rather poignant SMACK of impact al;iupoe. if her head weren't so hard, it might've done more than just stung a little.

a;'e;aoif her hands clasped over her bangs. ]

I... think I was off by twenty degrees.

1/2

[repelling]

[ Uryuu watches as if witnessing a trainwreck, if trainwrecks not only involved terrible clamor, twisting metal, and fire, but also bouncing balls and, probably, glitter. It hits the chair and begins the wild ricochet; his eyes dart along, attempting to predict the angles, not confident where it's bound but beginning to lift an arm just-in-case- ]

[repelling]

In- [ He realizes too late that it's bound for her; he lunges, swiping at the air, but misses wildly. It would be embarrassing, really, his wild claw that has him wobbling to keep balance. Would be, but he's more concerned for her, having forgotten the impressive thickness of her skull. ]

Inoue-san, are you-

[ Stepping closer, he's stopped half a second from reaching up to tug at her wrist, or push back her bangs, to get a look, by her estimate. That has him glancing back. ]

Eighteen, I'd say, but that's if Inoue-san meant to knock over the chair.