3rd Goal

[whatpenguin]

Characters: Genda and anyone who stumbles across him!
Setting: Floor 32
Format: Action is preferred
Summary: Genda's pissed off after a past conversation, and decides to blow off steam.
Warnings: None yet, though Genda's v. angry, whoops.

[Genda's set himself up a small training area on the far side of the island, deciding to only use one or two of the trees for training, since the tower provides little else for such things.
One tree's decorated with little, hanging foil shapes to keep birds away from the area - don't want them nesting in trees he may shake up! - and its bark looks fairly worn down.
Right now, that's where Genda can be found - he's been working on his punches, since it's the main force behind his goalkeeping tactics. Every once in a while, a punch may have visible, orange shockwaves - it's something he's working on, and these fists are filled with emotions that need to be released somehow.

If you happen across him at the right time, of course, he does pull back from his relentless attack on the poor tree - only to summon a huge drill above his head and burying it within the wood.
That helped a bit, sure. But now he's short one tree, and he promise himself he wouldn't destroy the forest.]

... Damn it.

Comments

[skullphones]

...No, don't hit 'em! [He laughs, but soon goes quiet again.] I have the same problem. Never been good with words -- never have, never will. So when I need to vent or show someone my true feelings, I do this instead.

[He walks over to a long, flat rock and kneels down next to it. Out of nowhere, a paint can appears in his hand, and he begins to spray; within seconds, there's some quality graffiti art on the stone, a small blue figure with a sword facing off against a shadowy demon. He then looks back up at Genda.] 'S art. Clears your head, gets your thoughts straight, and sometimes it shows what you're thinking better than your mouth could possibly do.

[whatpenguin]

... That's amazing. The most I could have done to that stone is...
Smash it, probably. But you made it into a canvas...

[He blinks a bit as he thinks that over, though. Using art instead... he used to draw a bit in school, but it never went over well.
Mostly because he was seen as the tough guy - drawing was something girls or small kids did.]

Would art really work? I've never tried it to convey feelings before - the most I've ever even sketched are cats.

[skullphones]

It don't have to be art. It's just whatever you can put your heart and soul into -- every single part of your being. [He sits down on the grass next to it, the spray can vanishing into smoke.] What are you good at, besides punching trees?

[whatpenguin]

[Another blink, and he joins him on the grass - cross legged and holding his ankles like he's speaking to a wise sage.]

I can cook, and I've been playing soccer all of my life.

[He doesn't have many talents, sorry. His whole life has been spent with soccer.]

[skullphones]

[Sorry, he has to smirk at Genda's intense demeanor. Dude, you're talking to a street punk who ran away from home at age twelve. He is likely the dumbest human being in this entire tower.]

Cooking. Soccer. S'good... plates are canvases too, y'know. I mean, I have only enough cooking skill to set cereal on fire, but you? You should look into that.

[whatpenguin]

[You don't need school smarts to be wise, Beat!!]

Plates are canvases too...

[Don't mind him, just gonna think this over -]

... So I should make something for the one I upset then, right? In apology or something?

[skullphones]

[Sorry, just gonna... just gonna... wise... HAHAHAHA]

[No really though. He nods when Genda offers a suggestion.] Sounds like a good place to start. And whenever you're all twisted up over something, maybe you ought to cook over it, instead of going up here and punishing innocent wildlife. It's amazing what you can do with the power of alternative weapons!

...I once took down a bunch of tanks with these things. [And another spray can comes into existence with a soft pop.]

[whatpenguin]

I guess... I could try that.

A-and it was just a tree. I already set things up so nothing would nest in them, and I tried not to destroy the forest...!

[It wasn't meant to be a punishment to the wildlife! ;a;
Another pause though, and he crosses his arms in thought.]

I normally play soccer when I'm down, though. But I can't as much here - I only have two of my teammates, and that's not really enough for a proper game.
So I've been falling back on strength training.

[skullphones]

Dude, you were sending shockwaves. It's alright to do it once in a while, but with how much this tower hates our collective guts, you gotta be careful if you're gonna be destructive every time it gets you down.

...Okay, so you have two of your teammates. But you know what you also have? A lot of random people who you could totally teach to play soccer. [He's grinning now, nudging Genda in the rib.] Eh?

[whatpenguin]

Well, the shockwaves are normal - [Wait.

Wait.]

Are you offering to play with us, Beat?

[skullphones]

Yeah! Ain't nowhere to skate in this hell pit, so I need to do something or I'm gonna go crazy.

[whatpenguin]

Then we can definitely teach you!

[See his face light up? Do you see it?]

I'm sure Kidou wouldn't mind pitching in, either - he was the former captain of a team I was on, and an amazing game maker.
I've only been a goalkeeper all my life, so that's all I'd be able to teach you, but I would definitely enjoy helping!

[skullphones]

[Beat sees it. And there goes his own too, getting really overly excited about this in a manner strikingly reminiscent of a kid.]

[There's also a really weird feeling in the back of his head that he can't quite identify, but it's just as warm and fuzzy as the excitement is. If he wasn't such a self-centered jerk the rest of the time, he might have been able to identify it as big brother instinct kicking him in the ass.]

[Whoops.]

'Ey, Kidou -- I know him too.

This is gonna be awesome.

[whatpenguin]

Yes, it definitely will! [All of this has finally got a big grin out of Genda, thinking about playing soccer with all of his friends in the tower.

It would be a blast!]

Maybe we can even put together teams to play real games?

[skullphones]

Yeah! Like I said, there are a bunch of people sitting around here being angsty and doing nothing, I betcha they'd love to get something like that going!

[Play. Creation. Commotion. Rejection of the imposed -- the permanent darkness that the admins want to set over this tower. It's everything that gets Beat's blood pumping. So yeah, Genda; this soccer team? You've just gained one advocate for life.]

[whatpenguin]

And we can even make the goals that Kidou and I had been planning!

[Yes! He'll definitely hold Beat to this!]

[skullphones]

Yeah! There's a lot of stuff for that down on the workshop floor, we could get someone to do the welding! ...Or do it ourselves. [BEAT HAVE YOU EVER WELDED ANYTHING BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE........]

[...the answer is yes, but I can't blame you if you wouldn't think so.]

[whatpenguin]

You can do something like that? Do you think we could do that, then?

If you don't mind, of course.

[MAN LET'S MAKE SOME GOALS.]

[skullphones]

Sure. I've got a friend who's like this genius with robots, I've made plenty of shells for him. [INDEED, GOOD SIR. LET'S.]

[whatpenguin]

[He hops to his feet then, giving Beat a smile and holding out his hand for Beat.]

Let's do this, then! We can even customize our field however we'd like!

[skullphones]

Alright! [Wow, kid's strong. He didn't exactly need help getting up, but he took it anyway.] What'll we use for field? The meadow?

[whatpenguin]

That's where we've been playing, yes. There's enough room for a field, I think!

[Dude, he could carry Beat if he really wanted to. He's likely going to be the one doing a lot of heavy lifting.]

[skullphones]

[Yeah, fair enough. Beat is by no means a weak man, but most of the strength is in his legs.] Sweet. You're gonna need to tell me where the lines go, but I can probably get it painted.

[whatpenguin]

Don't worry about that - I have my field back home memorized by now, so that'll be easy.

[Mind if they start off then? He's excited, and wants to get this set up!]

[skullphones]

[Next stop: workshop floor!!!! ...Eventually.]

Man. Walking down stairs is slow.