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[closed] now we out in paris yeah i'm perrierin’

WHO: Tristan & Pyra/Mythra
WHERE: Pyra/Mythra's mindscape
WHEN: sometime after this thread
WHAT: Tristan duels his plushie
WARNINGS: ....tristan duels his plushie

[ It is yet another perfect day in the paradise of her memory, with blue, cloudless skies and a fresh breeze that makes the tall grass undulate like waves. The owners of the expanse of the world are both standing to the side, and before them is none other than Tristan.... and Little Archer, the plush toy. The plush toy in question, for all those curious, is not even tall enough for its head to peek above the grass. With the introductions underway: ]

Welcome, all! [ Tristan, the plushie, and Mythra, who is standing next to Pyra. ] To the duel of the century! Where two esteemed knights will engage in battle... [ Actually she doesn't know what for, exactly. ] ...to see which one is the better Tristan! The stronger one, the more honorable one, and the one deserving of affection.

[ This is, of course, the culmination of a joke on both of their parts, and it is ridiculous. But it is a ridiculousness that she is willing to accept because... everyone needs a bit of fun in their lives. Besides, there is a twist to it:

Because the plush toy has hopped upward, its eyes opening briefly with a glowing, golden shiiing as it stares down Tristan at the peak of its jump. It's not fucking around. Yep, it's alive. In this fake world, it is alive.... And it makes a cute squeaky sound as it lands back down onto the grass. ]

Mythra, let's take it to you.

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[ Mythra has her hand on her hip, looking quite bewildered and in disbelief at this all. They're doing this, they're really doing this. .....And what's more, is that she has been anticipating this. She's been looking from Tristan to the plush toy this entire time. ] Ah...?

....Oh, right. [ Humans with their ceremonies. ]

Combatants, [ She steps forward, as if it would make her presence more known. She brushes her hair over her shoulder, proudly. ] Are you....

[ Pffft... ]

R-ready? [ She can't help how her voice breaks with a bit of a laugh just then. This is happening. Oh her Architect, this is happening and she can't take this seriously. ]

[ Leave it to Pyra to take a joke to its extremes…though he knows he’s equally culpable in this case. Still, he hadn’t expected to return to Elysium quite so soon, but a chance at seeing both girls happy is a chance well spent, in his opinion! ]

[ AND THEN THAT FUCKING PLUSHIE ACTUALLY CAME TO LIFE?? ]

I must be…

[ He’s still staring dumbfounded at that plushie. Because it can do that now?? Why did Pyra not tell him of this?! Is it because it came from #FFFFFF or something? Or is the weird nature of Elysium fucking with that plush toy?

Why is he questioning this?

He shakes his head and draws his sword, still bewildered but nevertheless willing to see all of this through. But oooh, he’ll give Pyra a stern talking-to for sure when this is all over!! ]

[ For the time being, however, he stares down to face his new mortal enemy in the grass. ]

Draw your weapon, sir!

[ This is her world and she can do whatever the hell she wants with it!

The plush toy seems to bounce up once, twice, flipping further away from him, squeaking for each time it hits the ground, and then in true plushie form it draws out its weapon in a dramatic flourish just as it lands, dipping its head towards Tristan respectfully. Its weapon?

A plush sword, except it appears almost identical to Tristan’s except for the size of it being no more than a dagger. ]

On my mark... [ Mythra pauses for effect, trying really really hard to look as serious as she can be. ] Begin!

[ The plush toy immediately engages in a rapid lunge with its blade, a strong wake of wind dispersing behind the force of its leap. Feinting before striking, it seems the toy’s strategy is to use its small size and nimbleness capitalize on an opening. If it finds its marks, it will feel like nothing more than a pillow hitting him.

Conversely, if any of Tristan’s attacks land, it’s going to squeak and squeal while bleeding cotton stuffing. ]

[ You know, if he didn’t know this was her world then he’d probably have thought either the town or Merlin was fucking with him, somehow. Both are terribly disposed to trolling him, after all. ]

Have at you!

[ Guess he’s doing this then? The plushy’s movements are unnerving, truth be told, but he steels himself toward the task for Pyra and Mythra’s sake, parrying that pathetic blow and answering with a swift riposte. The blade doesn’t quite hit the plushy’s flanks, however—its small size is an advantage in that regard, though it’s still sent toppling into the ground.

Whereupon it rolls back to its feet as Tristan advances, still pointing his sword at his foe. ]

[ There's a polite round of applause from Pyra as the battle commences. ] Ooh! A hit! Sir Tristan sends Little Archer back with his quick thinking!

But it looks like he's not down out for the count-- [ She continues to narrate as Little Archer brings itself up from the ground where it had landed, brandishing its blade to the side. ] --it's only invigorated for the fight!

[ Indeed it is as she says, with the plush toy seemingly powering! up! for another attack! It may have been knocked down but it's just getting started!

Successfully powered up, Little Archer leaps up into the air with its blade raised to the light of the sky, and then slashing it down it sends of AOE attack across the field of.... sparkles.

It's a plushie what did you expect.

Mythra is silently standing by for now, watching Tristan with interest in how he responds, her eyes following his blade without fail. ]

[ Up until this point Tristan had been able to predict the doll’s moves, as for the most part it adhered to his own fighting philosophy.

But this? This is definitely new—and he doesn’t have enough time to dodge it and can only bring up his sword to parry, though it does little good against that shower of…sparkles?!

He turns to deliver a quick glance toward the girls because what the fuck!! ]

[ There are sparkles everywhere. ] OOh, a direct hit from Little Archer! [ Pyra narrates, waving a hand. ] --followed by a sequence of parries from Sir Tristan!

He's in the thick of the attack-- however will he manage?! [ At least someone is having fun with this. ]

You....

[ Mythra steps forward, and although she's only speaking and not shouting over him and the explosion of the sparkles, her voice can still be heard throughout. ]

Stop holding back.

[ Little Archer is continuing with its onslaught, however, seemingly very pleased at the five inches of sparkle-snow it's created on the ground by now. ]

[ …And here he thought fighting disembodied hands, eyes, and doors was weird. At this rate he’s just…holding his sword up while his plush counterpart is raining down sparkles against it.

He flinches at Mythra’s call, however, not really knowing whether she means him or the doll itself. But does it matter? This battle is clearly a farce, and it’s up to him to deliver a swift but satisfying conclusion. Especially since that doll is still making more of an impression on Pyra than he is… ]

Enough games, then.

[ With a flick of his wrist, he sends Little Archer hurtling back, where it bounces against a nearby tree with a squeak. But how to finish it off? He doesn’t have the heart to stab it, or do anything that would otherwise destroy it, for it is Pyra’s in the end (and Mythra’s?), no matter how creepy it is.

Should he get it to yield? Yes. Maybe just the threat of having its stuffing beaten out of it will be enough for it to surrender and let him win the day. And so with this plan in mind Tristan rushes over to the tree, searching among the grass for where his opponent has fallen. ]

[ He can’t find it anywhere!!! ]

[ There’s a flash of light, and he turns around as the plushie leaps from the branches of the trees. It bears down upon like the lightning bolt of a triumphant god, its little sword raised high before it cleaves his skull in two—

Or at any rate pokes harmlessly at his forehead, causing a shower of sparkles to explode. Either way, Tristan drops his own sword in shock.

He lost. ]

[ The plushtoy flips backwards after striking Tristan upon the forehead, posting with a victorious, pompous sweep of its sword right after it lands. ]

What a stunning-- and shocking-- victory from Little Archer! [ Pyra declares the toy as a winner as it continues to bounce up and down, which may or may not be how it gloats its win. Pyra herself seems to be trying to hold back delighted laughter at this unexpected turn of events, happy with seeing the duel itself. ] Come over for your prize, Little Archer, [ She says playfully. ] I've nothing else to give you but a hug and a kiss.

[ That gets the little thing to quickly bounce on over to her, where then she scoops the little plush toy up into her arms, bringing it to her for a generous hug to her chest, followed by a kiss upon its cheek. Little Archer appears perfectly comfortable where it is at, squirming to turn its body to look back at the real Tristan. Somehow it looks incredibly smug from its lofty position in Pyra's embrace.

Probably because it's getting more tiddy action from her that Tristan might ever have. ]

[ Mythra, meanwhile is laughing. ] Haha, ooh, that loss has got to hurt.

[ Wait. Wait. She's got it: ] Guess what they say is true-- you're glitterally your own worst enemy.

To have lost to a strange doll in my likeness…how sad. I’d be the laughingstock of the Round Table…

[ As if he wasn’t one already. He can only gaze despondently at his gloating twin as he dusts the glitter off of his hair and eyes and picks up his sword. To think he’d narrowly missed such a fine reward as a hug and a kiss from Pyra because of his carelessness…! Mythra’s jesting only rubs it in further, even if he manages a wry little smile at the pun as he approaches the ladies and the victor. ]

Still…I have been bested in a fair match. I can only hope this has provided you ladies with no small amount of entertainment.

[ It’s kind of a shame they aren’t at some fairgrounds dotted with elaborate pavilions and packed with onlookers eager for a show of arms. This place is really lacking in good old-fashioned entertainment venues for sure. ]

[ Mythra brings a hand to her hip. ] Aa. That’s the most entertainment I’ve had in ages.

[ Which earns a look from Pyra. Be nice, it says, and only afterwards does she look back at Tristan, holding the plush toy. ] What we mean to say is that... This was all for fun.

Which, after everything that has happened in Chroma lately [ Like dragons! And trees! And losing emotions! ] A little fun is necessary, wouldn’t you agree? And we’re glad that you fought so bravely.

[ He can’t help but smile at that sass, anyway, even as he feels a pang of sadness for Mythra. If she really does mean that, then it’s heartbreaking to know she never gets any fun.

And that’s just unacceptable! ]

Indeed, for such fair onlookers as you, I would challenge the reigning champion many times over. Perhaps in a contest of archery, or jousting? Or dare I suggest that most grueling, most daring, most prestigious, and most cutthroat of all public spectacles—Eurovision?

[ In unison: ]

Eurovision?

It seems to be some sort of musical festival in my world.

[ He cants his head a little—the closest thing he manages to a shrug. He’s never seen Eurovision himself, it being a product of the modern world which was currently kind of. Eradicated from the apocalypse. ]

Though I suppose, if it were to be held here, it must be called “Chromavision.” I was hoping to see it once before I left that world. How sad…

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