ORIGIN

So in order to have some good sized teams, I'm assuming Amaria, Arkrael and Liora are also here (I'll post with Liora tomorrow and say she came in after Aza'zel). Basically, your characters will have to make an attempt to steal the ball, carry the ball some distance, and score it. I don't have any special guidelines, so be reasonable!

Leon's Team consists of Leon, Quintus, Amaria, and Liora; they are protecting Baratheon's goal and trying to score on Kerberos.
Fisher's Team consists of Fisher, Arkrael, Aza'zel, and Bartos; they are protecting Kerberos' goal and trying to score on Baratheon.

To start the game off, the first person who posts and rolls a minimum of Barely Successful to take the ball will therefore have it. You are encouraged to post as often as possible in order to progress the game. There is no deadline - the game will be best of 10 scores. HAVE FUN!!!

The bear gazed blearily around at those that had followed him - it seemed a good portion of them had come from the wedding party with him, but some unfamiliar faces were beginning to show up as well. That was no problem! They could join in the festivities too! Leon wanted everyone in the cave to join in! Imagine if they could play a whole cave-wide game of foobaw... Oh but he was getting ahead of himself, glancing briefly over at Makyna and Quintus who looked like Makyna and Makyna and Makyna and Quintus and Quintus and Quintus and cracking open a broad smile at all six of them as Makyna started to sing about the stars, and then their game of foobaw, and he laughed and sang with her until Quintus stuck his head in the vase for a taste of the bitter liquid himself. Makyna tried to push him away, but Leon laughed and raised a paw, batting at Makyna. "Shhhhh! Let'im have some, istime the boy became A Man!" Leon declared proudly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he'd seen Baratheon come waddling in and pass out, only for a little coyote to run in after him and ask what was happening. His attention didn't linger for long on them. Soon he saw Clover walk in with Bartos on her back, and they were singing too - or were they just repeating some word over and over again? He almost joined in but then Fisher had come charging up yelling at him, and had Leon not been completely pissed out of his mind, he probably would have been a little worried. Instead, he only laughed and laughed, clutching his chest and leaning back as the laughter shook his body. By the time Fisher had finished his challenge, Leon leaned forward and reached for Fisher in an attempt to flip him back onto his feet. "Okay," He giggled. "Okay-" He was trying to think of a comeback, but honestly Leon was still too busy giggling.

He only managed to slow down, wiping tears from his eyes when the little bat Tal'at had come up asking to be a referee. Leon barely gave him time to speak before nodding vigorously and waving his paws in the air. "YES! THE BAT WILL REFERREUS!" He half shouted half slurred and fumbled onto his paws, glancing around at those gathered. At some point, Aza'zel had flown in yelling about foobaw, and Kerberos too had drunkenly wandered in and plopped down on the opposite side of the court. Leon pointed at Baratheon and shouted again, "DIBS!" Before waddling out to the center of the field.

"AWRIGHT AWRIGHT, LETS SORT THIS INTO TEAMS, MR FISHER CAT *HIC* I CALL QUINTUS AND AMMY AND, AND YOU GET AZA'ZEL AND ARKRAEL *HIC* BAARRTOS!" Wait a second. That team wasn't even. Leon blinked and narrowed his eyes at the gathered Gembounds. Who else could he put on his team? "HEY YOU, KID," He called over at the black bird that had flown in after Aza'zel, the one that had tried to sit on his back that one time when they listened to the Lorekeeper's story. "YYYOU'RE ON MY TEAM, COOL?" Hopefully.

Clearly his throat, Leon looked between the teams and nodded decisively. "OKAY! Thhhiiiis is how its gonna go, my team tries to score on KErby-ros and Fishy's team scores on Baratheon, we have a ball, and each team tries to have the ball, and whoever has the ball has to get it past Kerberos and Baratheon, but you gotta steal the ball before the other team scores-" Was this even making any sense? "-AND UH, best of ten scores wins, OKAY? and PLAY FAIR!" The bear yelled, clapping his paws on the ground in order to emphasize the importance of playing fair. Right. Now... where was that ball?

...The ball. Leon's eyes widened, glancing around the group. What the hell were they going to use for a ball? "UHHH.... JUS'SEC," Leon fumbled, rising to his feet. As quickly as he could, the bear stumbled over to the nearest building - they were bordering the playing field in abundance, and searching through them he eventually found a large piece of dusty cloth. Scooping a pawful of dust and dirt into it, he made a big enough pile and then clumsily tied the corners of the cloth together to make for a loose sac of dirt. Good enough. Leon grabbed it in his teeth and came running back out into the field, proudly plopping the ersatz ball between the two teams. "There! BALL!" He declared and moved to situate himself in front of Amaria, Quintus and Liora. "Okay, ready, set............. GO!"

Liora had managed to follow her father from Canis to the weird waterfall room where they seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony - she didn't know what it was, and partially she didn't really care because they were talking about very boring things that the bird lacked the attention span to pay attention to. She was only there to look good, and she had relented against even speaking to many others because, well, they weren't members of the Bonebound (except for Kerberos and Bones and her own father), therefore not good enough to constitute as proper conversational partners. And... well, the truth behind it all was that Liora was a little shy. One on one, the bird could make friends easily, but in a large group where Liora was a stranger and knew barely anyone, she felt diminutive. Overlooked. It was best to stay quiet rather than risk making a fool of herself.

Afterwards, they had broken out some bitter drink and started dancing and singing and laughing amongst each other. Her father had neglected to allow her any, but Liora had gotten a whiff of it and decided she didn't like the smell anyways. While everyone was enjoying themselves, the bird was for the most part perched among one of the cave's higher ridges and looking around, getting a scope of the whole thing. Then finally they had moved on, wandering from Pisces to another room, Orion. Liora dutifully followed, watching as her father positively made a fool of himself and continued to ignore her (was she bitter? No, Liora figured it was just King things, and when she grew up and became King, she'd probably do the same). Then they all coalesced into a group in the center of some kind of field and decided that they would play a game.

Liora had soared in on her baby wings, landing near her father and listening. She was silent for the most part and somewhat startled to hear that the big ugly bear knew her name and, more than that, placed her on a team opposite her father. Predatory white eyes flickered between the group, and outwardly her reaction to this was ambiguous - she said nothing. Inwardly, the bird was only somewhat nervous, but quickly decided that everybody here was wasted off their ass and probably wouldn't care if she made a fool of herself. Better than that, she could probably easily destroy them with her sober prowess. Game on.

She turned and sided with Leon, waited until the bear had shouted GO, and then soared forward - only her drunken father had beaten her to the punch, somehow, and grabbed the ball in an attempt to charge forward towards their goal. "KRAK KRAK! NO YOU DON'T!" Liora chortled and lifted off, chasing after him. The wind had picked up beneath her wings, allowing her to catch up to him quickly and barrel into the larger bird with the intent to slow him down.

Her father screamed out as she tackled him, lending pride to swell in her chest as she did so. He fumbled the ball, only to stare at her and attempt to lecture her on letting him play the game. What he apparently didn't know was that Liora was playing this game too, and she was in it to win it. After clambering back to her feet, she narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed. Too many daddy sodas? Apparently! She scurried after him, trying to flap her wings to make herself run faster but it wasn't very effective. When she saw him trip, she saw her opportunity to strike. Her father had fallen flat on his face, or something like that, with the ball still clutched in his beak. She scampered up to him, nearly toppling over herself as she stopped in front of him. In a flurry of wings, she managed to pull the ball free from his grip and hop away, cackling.

With the ball in her court now, Liora made a few running hops before stretching her wings, attempting to take off with the ball.