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Etheriest Role-Play

Braedon storms down through the hallways, down the ramps, and out through the doors towards the parking lot. He's pissed. He's so pissed! He's too angry to talk. Yet, still...he's got enough time to work on the sign. He's not in the mood to work on it, now, but...he's got to do it.

When he gets into the car and starts up the engine, he waits for Delilah before taking off rather quickly through the place and out onto the main roads. He hates it when people do this. This isn't the first time and he knows why Jenia is doing it. Herself or her family has been threatened, obviously. She's trying to protect them. The damn coward! He steams as he drives, wishing there was some way to change the woman's mind. She even brought Kyo in there to make him all nice about it. The freaking nerve of that woman!

Delilah, out of reflex, grabs onto the handle of the car. She knows Pierce is angry, and she can understand why. That woman, the Dean, was being deflective, hiding something, trying to protect someone. Which, in turn, inhibited Pierce from doing his job, of protecting other people.

But, apparently, not her, from the speed he was driving at.

“Pierce, Agent, would you like to talk about it? I know you are upset, as this situation is upsetting; it is obvious the woman, the Dean, was purposefully trying to…defend someone. Does she have any other relatives, who might know why she was acting evasive? Her brother seemed cooperative.” While Delilah was genuinely trying to help, she was, in a slight part, trying to get him to at least slow down the car. A little bit. So she no longer had to white knuckle the handle. “You did all you could in the situation. All you can do now is try to find out the truth through other means.” ‘Anger will get you nowhere.’ She didn’t add that. She wasn’t stupid.

After a huff of a loud sigh, Brae slows the car, but this time, rather than anger, his countenance is darkened with determination, "I'll catch that bitch another way, then. I don't need the statement. That crazy woman leaves enough of a mess behind wherever she goes....so....I'll just find another way."

Clearing his throat, he glances at Delilah apologetically, "Sorry about that. I can't really talk about it much, but it's a hard case that just got harder. That's all. I'll figure it out.

In the mean time, wanna help me finish my sign? My girl is in the game tonight and I am making a massive sign to cheer her on. I think she'll like it."

Delilah melts in relief as the car slows, removing her hand from the car handle and instead putting it on her chest as she tried to stifle a relieved sigh.

“No, do not worry. I understand. Just know that if ever need to…vaguely rave about it, I am here. I doubt I would understand much of the situation anyway.” Delilah quirked her eyebrow upwards. She was unsure whether he meant ‘girlfriend’ or ‘daughter’, and it felt too awkward a question to ask. “Of course. I’d be more than happy to help! What sport is she playing?” Please let it be soccer, she knew soccer.

"Etherball, like me," Bra smirks, "I rarely see a hot chick like her playing it. Let me tell you....Ellie is the hottest. And she's no pushover, either. She doesn't mess around."

Girlfriend, definitely girlfriend. Delilah raised her eyebrows, smiling and nodding, she had no idea what the hell Etherball was, though she did remember all those posters on his walls. It must have been important; and not soccer.
“So, this ‘Etherball’, it is a common sport? Like…soccer? Can anyone play it?”

"Oh," Brae says excitedly, "It's the best. You have to be An Etheriest to play. How it works is like this: You and your enemy are pulled up into a transparent checkerboard of dual colors, one team on each side starting off on the very edges until they approach. After the timer starts, each team member has the permission to move to the other team as quickly as they can without using their abilities.

Each player is given an empty ether crystal. These crystals, you put ether into 'em, right? So, if you want 'em to be super powerful, you'll put a lot of energy into 'em but if you only put a little, the'll do a little less.

How the crystals function is that they knock out the checkerboard squares--right from underneath your opponents. Or, you can hit a person with it directly and it'll knock 'em back into a hole that's already there.

You can't touch other players, though--non contact, only. And you only have so many crystals and so much ether that you're capable of starting with, so...it's tricky. It'll be easier to pick up when you've seen it."

Delilah smiled, and nodded some more. She…vaguely understood it. The ‘ether’ part is what lost her. She understood the concept, knocking out squares, knocking off squares; the energy analogy helped but..

“Yes, I assume it’ll be easier to understand once I see the game in action. Not that I’ll be able to play.” She preferred contact, sports, after-all, not that she ever had anyone to play them with.

“So this sign, do you know what you want it to say? Have you started it?”

"Um," Brae says, "Go Ellie!"

Delilah’s face flattened. “Really? That’s it? I wagered you’d be more creative than that. Though I’m sure if we slap some glitter on it she’ll love it nonetheless.”

She would have at least put something more interesting in there, like ‘Knock ‘em dead’ or ‘Lay waste to those who stand before you’. But, whatever, she was just an old lady, and she left the second one might be too dark.

Brae scowls, "Like what else am I supposed to say? What about..."Go hot Ellie?"

"Go sexy!" Brae says, snapping a finger, "That'll work. Sexy Ellie!"

If Delilah’s face could flatten further, you could smear butter on it. “No, no, and uh…no. Maybe, ‘Knock ‘em dead’! Or…something to do with her number. Etherball has numbers right? Like, #9 will kick your behind, or something cute like that. Not….whatever what you just suggested was. Really, Agent, are you even trying at all?”

"Shut it, lady," Brae says grumpily, "I don't normally date. Ugh. Okay, well, we can go with 'knock 'em dead, Ellie,' instead. I don't mind that idea."

“You’re just grumpy because the lady who lives in the woods came up with a better sign idea than you, and this is obvious.” She settled back into her seat with a slight smirk. “I assure you I just saved you a very displeased look. You can thank me later.”

When they get to the house, he opens up the door and walks in. "Oh! You should test your bed before we get started. If you don't like it, I can make some adjustments. The game might have us out a bit later-ish, so. I want you to be able to just get straight to sleep, just in case."

He leads her straight to the guest room, opens the door, and points. "Just get comfortable and stuff in there. Should have done that before. I'm gonna pull out the crafts."

Delilah nods, grabbing her bag which had until now been laying in a pile at the doorway. She plunks it on the ground, taking a seat on the bed and giving a cautious couple bounces. It was much, much softer than her bed back home. She made sure Pierce was busy elsewhere and laid down, rolling from side to side, enjoying the softness, the clean smell, she laid still for a moment, face down, fully relaxing into the mattress.

And then, she quickly popped back up, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her host.

“I assume you bought these supplies for the implicit purpose of making this sign? I do not classify you as the ‘crafty type’; though I have seen more surprising hidden depths to people.” She cautiously leaned her staff against the wall beside the bed, making sure she had both hands.

"Actually," Brae says, "I did not. I have crafts regularly. I help boy scouts make signs and shit and then I also help the special needs kids down at the after school program in the high school here. Good bunch of kids."

He pulls out the sign, which just has her name drawn out lightly onto it in pencil. He erases that and starts to draw out the words they had discussed. Smaller letters, so a lot easier.

Then, he opens up the craft box onto the floor and pushes the coffee table aside to give him more room to work. This is going to take a little bit...for now, it looks boring. And white.

Delilah blinks in surprise. Ah yes, boy scouts.

Or, as her mother called them, ‘those miserable munchkins who ding dong ditch our door at 2AM in the summertime because they think we’re witches’.

Lovely bunch.

“That is very kind of you. While I do not know much about your education system, it seems that what you do must mean a lot to them.”

She sits down next to him, tilting her head.

“I am assuming you have glitter? From my understanding, most women enjoy glitter.” She enjoyed glitter at least, as did her mother. She carefully surveys the contents of the box, examining anything that looks like it might catch the eye. “We’ll have to make it very noticeable. The crowds at sporting events can get very large, yes?"

"Yeah," Brae says, pulling out blue and gold glitter, "Of the school colors, even. We definitely want it to shine. Is a heart too much?"

Delilah can’t help but smile at that, this was sweet. “I’m sure she’d love a heart. A glittery one. Have to make it noticeable.”

After they finish up the sign, the two fold it up neatly when it's all nice and dry and carefully place it into the backseat before loading up to go to the game. "You're gonna love this game, I bet. It's really fun."

As they pull up to the parking lot around 6:45pm, Braedon looks at the car's clock. The game starts at seven, so they are cutting it close. It may even be a little difficult to find a good seat, but that's okay. Braedon never really cared about what kind of seating he got.

There's a line out front as he gets out and locks the doors, waiting for Delilah to come around before walking away. When they get up to the line, he yawns.

Delilah hardly leaves Pierce's side for a moment, not wanting to get lost in the crowd; a crowd she was not used to. It was so dense! So many throngs of people all trying to get in! Traveling in the city was one thing; but this many people packed together was entirely different. Luckily, Pierce was tall, and thus, easy to find if she were to get separated from him. Unfortunately, many people here were also tall; and bald. She stayed close, and tried to steer cleer of any jostling or shoving.