o, paint balloon fight !/ first time for nothing

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    With her brother captured, she supposed it fell to her to get this event going. So she did -- by setting out a small booth in the middle of Colour Town, balloons already placed atop the table. She'd filled several already, using paint instead of water to make it interesting. Water balloon fight, psh, that wasn't rainbow enough for her home. Finishing up another balloon, she huffed as she placed it atop the table. Finally, one hundred paint balloons, certainly that was enough to start with?


    Leaping atop the table, she called out, "Hey, paint balloon fight over here! Grab some balloons and throw them at each other -- it's a free for all!" Hopefully that was loud enough...? She usually didn't announce things like this.


    >> idea credit goes to Whisp's rper !

    Feel rp grabbing balloons from Zenith and participating in the free-for-all! Also, the Sanguine Ruins has been invited. :3

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    *✧:｡.｡ Paintball fight? No, Paint balloon fight. She was glad it wasn't water, she'd freeze. Rome wasn't known for its cold weather. She pranced over and picked up a green one, "Yeah, I'll play!" and promptly dropped it. It splashed blue all over her and probably anyone else in the area. She stepped away from the mess, flushed red under her thick fur. "Well, I guess we've started then!"


    She shoved a couple more into the folds of her bandana, but they didn't stay, so instead she popped them in her mouth, careful not to bite them. She wished he could hold them properly, but lacked the mutations required. Yuri could hold them properly...

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    stolen pleasures are sweeter

    frightfur seraphim muzikant / whitecoat of colour command & commander of the rift / genderfluid + female serval body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur was as white as paper. He’d be the perfect canvas for a sort of paint fight event. Paint was hell to get out of is fur properly and he’d once gone off-white-green before due to a festival involving colours…and paint.


    Still, he was an advocate for chaos and fun so he’d not count himself for this one. Not in a million years. So with a sneaky placed teleportation, he summoned himself beside zenith m.s. to take a decent-sized balloon (unknown to him, filled with bloody red paint) from her stash and promptly aimed to drop it on the smaller Savannah’s head. ”Ay, heads up,” he whispered urgently from right next to her.

    Grabbing things. Something that Colotik couldn't do before. If it needed to carry something, per say, to get over an area covered in fire without getting scorch, it would merely impale itself with a metal rod and then stick the other end into a rock. Then, then it would awkwardly fly across the fire and escape unharmed. But balloons, it had never held balloons.

    Colotik fluttered over, hovering, just watching to make sure that it had a grasp of what was happening. Taking some weird balloon thing, and throwing them at someone else. That was what 'fun' was? How odd. It supposed that there was no harm in joining in, the bat like creature clicking as it lowered itself to snag a balloon with it's paws, grunting with effort. Carrying things with it's paws was just...weird. It was used to having wings and eyes and fluff and nothing like that. So it snagged a balloon, twisted, and threw such. It..needed to work on it's aim, it just splashed on the ground. How glorious, the fact that it didn't know how to walk, or aim how to throw things. The silver lining it saw was that it was going to learn how to use this body better, electing to take another balloon and just find someone to drop it on to.