http://ttlynotblue.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ttlynotblue.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2009-08-22 06:59 pm (UTC)

Genie did his best to behave himself and watch the goddess patiently in silence. To his surprise her shot turned out to be far closer to the hole than he had originally anticipated. It made him nervous however he showed no signs of this with the smug grin which failed to leave his face. He simply nodded at her challenge and joined her at the teeing ground, tee at the ready to stick into the ground.

He took his time preparing, carefully analyzing the map of the hole with a geometry compass for assured precision before scribbling something on the page with a blue pencil. From there he removed a tape measure from under his hat and ran it from his tea to the hole, marking the distance down and tossing the measuring device. Another one was quickly revealed, a protractor to be exact, which the djinn placed beside the tee then scribbled more down on his map. Finally, he pulled some grass from the green and tossed it into the air experimentally, licking his finger and holding it up assure himself he had the right wind direction before adding it to his calculations. Finding a result he was most pleased with he placed the lipstick marked ball onto his tee, removing a relatively club from his bag compared to Urd’s. The Mickey Mouse club cover was arguably adorable though.

Removing the cover he lined himself, pivoting on one foot to adjust himself to his liking. His eyes focused ahead of him on the flag in the distance. Two practice swings to prep himself were given before the ball finally was sent flying into the air – in the wrong direction. The ball shot to the far right, hitting the box off spare tees set up before sailing straight for the hole. It hit the holes flagpole, falling just a short ways from the hole where it bounced in front of Urd’s ball.

That certainly hadn't been planned but Genie was willing to make it appear so. He looked to Urd, swinging his club in a similar fashion as she had previously. "Beat that? I do believe your wish is my command."

[ooc: If Urd cursed the ball or something, let me know!]

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