vatheon | If at first you don't succeed...

Who: Mituna Captor and you!
Where: In the village
When: Any time, May 2nd
Status: Open!
Style: Starting prose but will follow what you tag with :3 Feel free to catch him at the end of the narrative, when he's actually on the board, or you can kindly rescue ~~the npc from the irate troll~~ Mituna from the person he crashed in front of.

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The streets of the island village weren't anywhere near smooth enough for effective skateboarding, at least not when your every waking moment was plagued with balance and coordination issues. It was a good thing Mituna had his helmet, because he was taking more spills than usual today yet continuing on in dogged determination.

With how busy it was getting up in the village thanks to the mass evacuation, it couldn't come as a surprise when his next fall sent him sprawling at the feet of whichever unsuspecting person happened to be stood in the way.

What might have drawn more attention wasn't in fact the fall itself, but the fountain of cursing that came immediately after. Sick fires mostly. At least the parts that were actual words.

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[Bro briefly wonders if those sparks are something he should be concerned about. Nahhh, it's probably cool. As he drops the board on the ground, he takes a quick second to see just what he can work with. No rails, no ramps... Ah well. Back to basics, then.

He places his left foot on the board, then kicks off with one fluid move. First he tries an ollie with a pop shove-it to get himself back in the groove, then a pressure flip. A sharp turn, another quick step to regain speed, then he ollies himself over a low stump with a kickflip. Finally he comes to a stop in front of Mituna again and kicks the board up in the air so he can catch it with one hand.]

Man, this brings back memories. I haven't used a board like this in years.

[Nah, not really. Mituna's psionics are about as useless as the most useless thing you could think of to complete the metaphor, and even Mituna knows it. His 'friends' accost him about his horrible brain problems often enough for him to know there's something wrong with him, even if he was unaware of it in the first place.

He watches Bro skate with his mouth half open in admiration, and when he comes to a stop, claps his hands in a brief though appreciative applause.]

What board do you uthe?

[He bends forward into a short, flourishing bow at the applause, then holds the board out for Mituna to take.]

A rocketboard. It's twice as big as this one and like five times as heavy. [He shrugs his shoulders in a nonchalant manner.] That's what you get when you insist on rockets. It can fly, so I sure as hell ain't complaining about the weight.

[His fingers twitch, and he takes the board back in an almost jerking motion, tugging it abruptly from Bro's hands. He holds it to his chest, resting his chin against the edge.]

Thoundth like.. thomething like that.. [Mituna pauses, as if dragging the last part of that thought back into the perpetual dial-up internet crackling of his mind before it can drift off into the ether.] .. would be pulling all the bitcheth.

[Bro's lips twitch into an amused smirk. He just can't help himself, this kid is all kinds of amazing.]

Heh. Man, you wouldn't believe how many bitches I got with that. They were all linin' up outside my door, hoping to catch so much as a glimpse of my rad self. My mail consisted of love letters, flowers and panties.

[His grin only widens, showing off all his pointed teeth. If he knew the level of approval he was getting, he'd only look all the more pleased with himself.

Humans, despite being soft and pink and squishy, are great.]

What kinda thweeth thtuntth can you pull on a board like that?

Lotsa aerial stuff, obviously. Full 360s, handplants on top of buildings, an insane amount of follow-up airborne kickflips... I think my record's eighty-six right now, but... Y'know, I don't like to brag.

[The troll sniggers.]

Thure thoundth like bragging, buddy.

Naw, I'm stating facts. They all just happen to be fucking amazing.

[He shrugs, still grinning widely. Clearly his accomplishments are nothing to scoff at.]

[Clearly! Mituna rocks back on his heels.]

Proof or gtfo.

[Yeah he went there.]

Man, trust me, I'd rub it in your face if I had the damn rocketboard. The otherworldly luggage crew must be on strike, 'cause it hasn't shown up here yet. [And yeah, he looks mildly annoyed at that. The rocketboard was one of his most precious possessions and he made it with his own two hands.]

You can't get one?

[Something niggles in the back of his mind and he looks distracted for a moment, but then it's gone.]

I dunno, maybe it'll show up in the Nostalgia Hood sometime, but the damn place doesn't give shit away for free.

[He refuses to get a job around here with firm conviction. Maybe he should just hit the casino to get a decent amount of tokens sometime.]

[Mituna cocks his head a bit. He taps his fingers gently along the outside edges of his skateboard, then holds it out.]

You want thith?

[F-ffff. That gesture warms Bro's heart just a little, but instead of accepting it he shakes his head.]

No, bro. Keep it. If I wanted a skateboard like that, I could probably make one myself.

Ehe. Ok.

[He hugs the board back against his chest.]

... What'th your name?

Call me Bro. Bro Strider. [He shrugs his shoulders again, still grinning.] And you are?

[The grin gets returned, wide and sharp-toothed.]

I'm Mituna Captor. [It's said with an odd kind of pride, as if remember his name is an achievement. Then, he cocks his head slightly.] I thaw another thadeth-human, called Thtrider. ... Dave.

[What with Mituna being the first Captor to stumble across Bro's path, there's no sign of recognition when it comes to his last name.]

Oh yeah? You met Dave, huh? He's my little bro. Taught him everything I know.

[Oh, great! He can make a good first impression for Captors everywhere.]

I thaw him in the dream bubbleth.

[And here, once, but not since.]

Dream bubbles, huh? That mean you're another one of those SGRUB players?

[Bro hadn't quite made that connection yet because, hey, what are the odds of a teenage troll being involved with that game?]

Yeth. [Pause.] I wath. We got thcratcthed and Meenah killed uth all.

Killed? [Well, color him surprised. Not in a good way, either.]

Killed as in... dead only to rise again with awesome hero jammies or dead dead?

Dead dead! [Whoa. Way too cheerful right there.

He's had a long time to get used to the idea. Suddenly being alive upon arriving in Vatheon had thrown him into a fit.]

[Wow. Wow, okay. He shuffles his feet in an awkward manner, but once he realizes he's doing that, he stops immediately.]

Uh... My condolences, man.

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