valoraninstitute | MID-TERM STRETCH

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MID-TERM STRETCH

EVENT TIME!

Legend says that the very first Mid-Term Stretch was started by a young Yordle professor looking to make an impact at the school. While the details of the competition were lost to antiquity, Valoran Institute was forever changed. Every year since then, the school has hosted this day-long event after mid-term exams, as a way to not only let students blow off a bit of steam after tests, but also foster their naturally competitive tendencies in a--mostly--non-violent fashion. While much of the faculty knew what the competition would be well beforehand, they kept quiet, although a few rumors began to circulate.

Still, no amount of rumors would prepare the student body for the over-the-top competition that this year would offer.

Practically overnight, the campus was transformed into a makeshift battlefield. Platforms were erected on either side of the campus--one blue, and one red--with a wide array of items, all color-coded for each side. Students and faculty alike would be gathered in the middle area, where a much larger than usual projection of Karma stood.

"Good morning, one and all," Her voice boomed, aided by some unforeseen force. "Welcome to our 100th annual Mid-Term Stretch competition. I'll not keep you long. All of you should have received a message on your phones with a color. This will be your team for the duration of the event. Once you have received your team color, please move to your assigned position to pick up your gear, and directions for the rest of the event."

She paused, looking over the student and faculty body carefully. Her words are slow, measured. "I understand that it may be quite tempting to use this opportunity to deface our beautiful school. I would advise against this, unless the student in question is willing to live with the immediate consequences."

Karma smiled faintly. "I wish you all victory. Good luck and have fun."

[[OOC: This is an open log event! The Valoran Institute campus will be divided into five main points. These points must be captured and held. How? Students will be provided weapons and similar implements, all of which fire or spread either red or blue paint, depending upon their particular side. Your objective is to cover the area in your color. Points are kept real-time. Much of this is thematic in actual role play. Just beat the crap out of each other with paint guns and other things. Feel free to pick whatever color team for your character, but for ease of use, put either RED SIDE or BLUE SIDE in the subject line.]]

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With an unwarranted amount of gusto in his step, Ekko practically pranced into the paint armory himself. Strapping into a backpack with a tube that attatched straight to a gun he grinned. This was surely his time. This was going to be kick ass. He needed this. He wanted this.

Kicking his way out of the door he smashed a canister of red paint and with his hand smeared in its color, slapped his hand print directly on his face.

He was about to show this school how crazy Zaunites really were when they were amped up.

"AWWWRIGGGGHTTTT WHO WANTS SOME?!"

Edited 2015-07-17 07:30 (UTC)

HEADS UP NERD!

[A barrage of blue paintballs comes flying at Ekko]

WHO YOU CALLIN' NER-

[The boy springs back to his left and behind stable cover. Pellet grazing his arm yet the colored liquid stayed. His eye twitched in annoyance. Peering behind his cover he spots him... the Blonde Menace of Piltover himself. With seething hot rage he returns blind fire.]

EAT THIS ASSHOLE! I'LL LIGHT YOU UP!

[Ezreal ducks behind a nearby wall, which is splatted with paint]

C'mon! Where are you even shooting?

[Ekko peeked out staring at his adversary]

EVER HEARD OF WARNIN' SHOTS?! TCH. YOU'LL BE PUKIN' UP RED PAINT BY THE TIME I'M FINISHED WITH YOUR PILTIE BLOND ASS.

[His blood was simmering hot as he leapt from his cover, bobbing and weaving through low branch and under brush, firing all the way in the direction of his adversary. He was good at dodging bullets. Just never great at shooting them. Something he and his lost pet rat had in common.]

IF YOU NEED A WARNING SHOT GET OUT OF THE GAME!

[Ezreal leaps into action, hoping into a nearby vent and sliding through to avoid Ekko's random fire. Waiting for the gun to run dry, he kicks out the door and jumps down, spraying shots at Ekko before scrambling into cover]

[ And straight into two rounds of red paint. Holding something that looked like a lacrosse stick, Ezreal might catch a glimpse of a blond ponytail as a young woman in all black hurdles over the partition, dropping a few more paint balls for cover. ]

[Ekko looked over his head and back at his covering fire.]

HEY DON'T GET IT TWISTED, THIS BASTARD'S MINE GOT IT?! W-Whoa!!

[He powerslides down, choosing to dive into mud rather than paint, his gun splattering paint on the side of the vent. Scrambling up he looks all around, unsure of where his aggressor had run off to.

Blood sizzling he swivels around releasing a loud bellow.]

UGGGHHHH!!! LUXXXXXX YOU RUINED IT MAAAAN!!

Oh, sure, two people. 1v1 me, man.

[Ezreal takes some potshots at Ekko's gaping mouth before ducking into cover, putting as much distance between Lux, Ekko, and himself as he can]

Ruined it?!

[ Skidding to a halt, she brandished her lacrosse stick, doing her very best to not immediately pose. It was becoming an ingrained thing in her mind, and a habit she really didn't need to bring into her non-Star Guardian routine.

Even if a bit of a victory pose was totally and completely appropriate. ]

Excuse you, but I think you mean I nailed it! You're just mad because I got there first!

[ Bickering teammates are the perfect targets, aren't they? ]

Garen could be found holding the line near the windmill, dressed in blue armour and quite naturally, a pair of tinted goggles. Sunglasses and machismo, those were the themes for today. In his hands a massive sword could be found, although "sword" was probably stretching it. It was more like an incredibly huge paint roller, although at least whoever designed it had the decency to make it so it could be fed paint through a tube that led to the tanks on his back.

A massive melee weapon was actually a fairly poor defensive weapon all things considered, but he had been helping organise the defensive line, finalising the formation of the defensive line for the other students who actually had paintball guns. He was pretty damn good at it too, making sure that anyone who tried to get close would be made to face a crossfire of pellets from Blue Team members in cover.

Unfortunately, this meant nobody was actually getting close enough for him to actually get any action, and Garen Crownguard was getting antsy. Somebody come challenge him!

Since concentrated spheres of mana seemed to be way too destructive, fine (it's not her fault people die when they are killed). The gym would do just fine. Every single kind of ball used for any sport imaginable throughout Runeterra rises without a word, obeying the will of the Dark Sovereign.

Of course, every one of them went through buckets of red paint. While she would prefer blood, getting expelled meant no caving in their faces and that equals to no fun.

Syndra gives no warning, and a hail of balls fall at high speed.

Garen was not on the baseball team, but let it be known that he would be a great batter. His blue faux-sword was a flurry of motion, sending the first wave of balls flying in every direction.

Technically, all that did was cover the point in red paint, which was unfortunate, but he really had no intention of taking that many balls straight to the face.

Just because you're good at taking damage doesn't mean you should do it for no reason. The basics of trading.

"Come out and face me!" Garen declares, scanning the area for the source of flying balls. Was it a hidden army of shot putters? That seemed unlikely, so who could do that?

Well, at least Syndra isn't going to get a boring opponent. It's fun to see people get crushed into the earth, but a decent match was fun on another level.

She has more ammunition ready, this time including bowling balls covered in red along with her generous shower of air-filled balls from games where they were supposed to fly. For the former, she would let them fall directly above him.

"Perish!"

Someone please remind her that the objectives wasn't killing.

What the... Were those bowling balls? Those were not meant to be flying around! They could hurt someone!

Somebody that wasn't a human battering ram/ballerina hybrid at least.

Garen was light on his feet in a way that somebody his size was never meant to be, and he hopped and dove his way out of the majority of the bowling balls. Unfortunately, his focus had to be entirely on those, and the less dangerous leather balls simply had to be ploughed through, covering his body armour with red paint.

"Nobody is perishing today!" He would be sore in the morning, even basketballs were painful when moving at that speed, but he was an expert at not showing it. Instead, he stuck his hand out and grabbed a bowling ball right out of the sky.

"So stop throwing dangerous weapons around!" And shot put it right where the voice came from.

Not bad. At least Syndra would have some challenge instead of bowling over the crowd like human pins.

"You think you can stop me? I'd like to see you try!"

The fallen balls rise up again, and they shift around in a circular motion ready to strike again. Don't waste your ammo when you can recycle it!

[ She wanted to be on blue team, so desperately wanted to be on blue team that she almost attempted to swap with someone else. Blue was righteous, blue was majestic. Red was violent, barbaric. It was tragic. Absolutely tragic.

Did that mean that she wasn't going to try? Heck no! Equipped with an oversized Lacrosse racket, the handle attached to a paint back on her back, she sprung into action. Knowing that her weapon wasn't meant for pure firepower, she stuck to the routes that Ezreal showed her, the secret passages, looking to snipe people and run. Or, depending on who was on her team, partner up.

Red or not, she was going to win. There was just no question about it. ]

Edited 2015-07-23 03:43 (UTC)

[Cue Ekko running through, paint cannister stuck to his back with a blaster and painted pool noodle in hand. He ran through smacking stragglers, taking down frontlines, all of it with insane laughter.

Zaunites were crazy and unpredictable. It was something he wanted to show them all and something he madly enjoyed.

Covered in the paint of his enemies' battered cannisters he practically skipped through the battlefield.His head slowly creaking towards the girl. Suddenly he felt self conscious.]

AHEM. Uh... Yo.

[ She heard him before she saw him. Rather, she heard the swaths of people going down before she saw the source. Someone was painting the front lines red, and Lux was more than curious who it could be.

Although the cackling was a bit unsettling. She could have done without that.

Catching the bit of white hair, Lux watched him pass, not... quite sure what to say in this situation. FRIEND YOU ARE A BIT SCARY. ]

Um...

[ Garen had, quite luckily for him, been placed in the blue team. All was right with the world. Nobody wanted to see Garen in red. ~~Sanguine is a shit skin, deal with it.~~

Now, Garen Crownguard was the type of person who rarely did things in moderation. So if he was going to play with paint, he was going to win at playing with paint. It was a trait the siblings shared.

And now he's jogging down some alleys, looking for positions to flank the enemy from. It would be the perfect opportunity for him to be jumped from an even more secret route, perhaps? ]

[ Hearing someone running through the alleyway, she pressed herself against the adjacent wall, crouched out of sight, watching for whoever it was to pass. Not expecting Garen, the blond paused, hesitating for a moment.

Should she?

He was the enemy, she had to; she would be a terrible Demacian if she wasn't. Grabbing a paint ball in her hand, she lobbed it overhead, at the wall behind him. Still crouched, she moved toward a secret passage, hoping to catch him from behind when he went to investigate. ]

[ A noise! Was it the enemy? Garen spun around on his feet towards the source, and spotted an explosion of paint.

The classic thrown rock distraction!

He turned back around, looking for the one who tossed it. He had been trying to sneak up onto the red team, but had he been snuck upon instead? It would be distressing if Garen knew how to be distressed. ]

[ He wasn't moving. Lux frowned, waiting in hiding for him to do something--anything--other than just stand there. Afraid that she might reveal her position if she moved, she thought for a moment.

Thankfully, a plan would fall neatly in her lap. Hearing the percussive sound of paint rounds being fired, followed by a number of shouts, she peeked her head out slightly. There was a group of blues being descended upon at the far end of the alleyway.

Her brother was justice-bound, he would have to swoop in to help; he couldn't not. This might be the opening she was looking for, risky though it may be. ]

Tch...! You'll have to wait! [ He declares to the enemy in the walls as he turns to save his allies, barrelling down the alleyway to scatter the reds with great swings of his paint roller/sword. There wasn't much space to manoeuvre his blade in a fairly tight alley, but that also meant they didn't have much space to run. ]

Out of my way! [ He had to get through them before the mysterious assailant behind him took the chance to complete her ambush! ]

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MID-TERM STRETCH

RED TEAM RULES.

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DEMACIAAAAA!

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BLUE TEAM FOR LIFE

FITE ME

COME AT ME BRUH

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Red team is bringing the salt. NOW IN THE RIGHT PLACE

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SHAKE THAT SALT

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