paixaorpg | The Genie Golf Classic

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The Genie Golf Classic

Character(s): Everyone who entered into the tournament.
Content: GOLF!
Setting: Starts at Joutenheim outside the city and works itself back in ending at City Hall.
Time: Week 8, Morning
Warnings: Watch for flying balls ;)

"Good morning and welcome to the first annual Genie Golf Classic. It’s a beautiful day just outside the city of Paixao here on the mysterious but equally as gorgeous island. Unfortunately due to legal purposes it is to remain unnamed for the time being so for those of you watching our live feed at home put the maps away and find yourself another vacation spot. I suggest Abu Dhabi, someone needs to bring Nermal back home.

The sun is out and it’s hitting you at total of seventy five degrease Fahrenheit. Wind’s coming at you at three miles an hour, just south east with a relative humidity of thirty percent. Whoo! Hope you brought your sunscreen kids, it’s gunna be a hot one. For those of you who forgot to bring a beverage we do have a stand set up at the checkpoint with both free food and drink. That’s gunna be the sixth hole, just outside the Niflheim gate. Get ‘em while they last. Back inside the domes it looks as though we might be seeing some thundershowers this afternoon with a high chance of belligerent Org. members. Do be careful out there and don’t hesitate to call if you run into any trouble.

Things are about to get underway. We ask that all golfers that haven’t already please report to the first hole for full registration to receive maps, clubs, and more. The game will be underway in a few moments from now. So far we can look forward to seeing such notable personalities out on the green today as President Naja Salaheem of the Salaheem Sentinels and Urd, Goddess of Love. We also have the Doctor accompanied by his lovely lady friends, Jecht, Ivan, and more! Who will you meet on the green today?

Here’s a reminder for all you out there that the winner of today’s game will be awarded our super awesome ultra fantastic secret grand prize. What is it? Win and find out!

Before we begin a quick reminder of the rules is in order. We have a lot of new players with us today so we want to do our best to help play the game as well as enjoy themselves. It also never hurts to refresh yourself. A complete but brief explanation of the rules of the game can be found at the first hole along with all the necessary course maps. To be very, very brief, your objective for today is to get your ball into all the holes on the course using your clubs in as few swings as possible. Count your clubs before you begin; you are only allowed a total of fourteen. Also, remember to play the ball as it lies. This is very important. Respect your opponents and practise good etiquette. Most importantly HAVE FUN!

As a closing note, I feel I need not remind anyone that there is no tolerance for endangering another player’s wellbeing. Anyone who does so will face very strict and harsh penalties by me. If you run into any trouble on the course today don’t hesitate to summon me by either the alarm found on your cart or golf bag. I have several scouts spread out across the course and will also be patrolling the area to ensure safety to all our players.

Right! Now with that all out of the way, get out there, have fun, and buy a souvenir t-shirt!"

[ooc: All maps and information are posted in the ooc here. If you have any questions feel free to ask them there. Also, here is a useful guide to golf that might come in handy for those who are not completely familiar with the game like myself.]

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Yet another hole with a significantly large curve. Were the Genie there he would apologize, especially for the hole about to come. Like the others it too has a sign indicating the curve. However, it also has a rather unusual row of brightly painted birdhouses sitting along the side of the green. Each appears similar to some of the buildings inside the city. Birdseed is seen scattered all around them yet not one bird appears to be in sight.

Urd couldn’t possibly have expected him to play under such conditions… Could she? The genie thought about it briefly, drawing to a conclusion he was less than pleased with: yes. Yes, she would. Surely under similar circumstances he would feel the same though, would he not? He gripped the steering wheel to his cart tightly, irritably awaiting the goddess to arrive at the hole. She was going to win this match with ease; at this point the djinn could only play worse. He knew it, she knew it, everyone knew it.

“It just had to be golf.” He grumbled after pulling himself out of his cart and managed to drag both his bag and himself onto the green. “What was wrong with ultimate Frisbee or cup stacking? Those are both fun. Those are both sports. Why did I pick golf, why?!”

"For some reason, I doubt you'd be any less competitive with those sports," Urd's voice came from behind Genie. She was floating a bit above the ground, bag slung over her shoulder. Apparently, she'd abandoned her cart for the ease of flying around on her own. She cast him a bemused look, taking in his scowl and sulking posture.

"Genie..." she began cautiously, the amusement in her voice less obvious, though still present. "Why don't you relax a bit? There are still a ton of holes left. Who knows what'll happen?"

Genie crossed his arms across his chest and pouted. The goddess was right, he would be just as competitive, if not more so, at the mentioned sports. Knowing the djinn he would be equally as terrible at them too but that much was a given. He cast an irritable glance at Urd when she spoke to him but did his best to follow her advice and calm down. The genie closed his eyes and took a big breath, holding it for a moment before slowly exhaling.

“Alright,” He said in defeat, “I’ll give it a try but I’m not making any promises.”

Hesitantly he removed a club from his bag and placed his tee and ball on the green. "Serenity... Serenity." The genie told himself, hoping to calm his nerves. "You are the blue ocean. Woooosssshhhh!” Other than a small shuffle to line himself up with the hole the genie did not bother to measure or practise his swing before making his shot. As nothing but a white blur the ball flew straight into one of the birdhouses alongside the course, smashing it to pieces.

“I don’t think is going to work.”

Urd stared at the decimated birdhouse for a moment before clearing her throat and stepping closer to Genie. "Ah, well...maybe you're gripping the club too tight," she said, pointed to his hands. She glanced up at him, eyebrow raised. "I'll help you out this one time," she said with a smile. "That last shot didn't count. Why don't you bring your ball back and try again?"

“Too tight?” he repeated. It didn’t feel as though he’d kept that great a gripping on his club but after a brief observation the genie found otherwise. By taking hold of the club by the neck he held the handle up to his face to find it was in fact bent. Groves as to where his fingers had been placed were clearly noted, embarrassing the djinn, though impossible to tell in his all frustration. “This is a new club too.” Genie grumbled and tossed it aside. “Just don’t make them the way they used to.”

Genie summoned a new ball onto his tee while choosing a new club from his bag. “Alright, let’s try this again.” He told himself, lining himself up once more with the hole. Before he took his shot however he turned to glance at the goddess, at the moment all signs of his previous anger gone – at least until he swung. This time his ball made it onto the green, for a second or two, before hitting a tree and flying back toward him. By ducking he just missed it, though the same could not be said for his cart. The alarm sounded after the ball came in contact with it.

"I give up!" the jinni cried and threw his club aside. "You win."

Urd casually dodged the club as Genie threw it, wincing at the harsh braying of the cart's alarm. Wow, he really was awful. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so cocky and arrogant earlier? No...it was always better to use your full strength against someone you respected, right? She sighed quietly, picking up the club and stepping closer to Genie.

"Come on, Genie," she said gently, one hand on his shoulder. "You're not the kind of man who gives up halfway through something, are you?" She pressed the club into his hand, tilting her head to let the loose bangs from her ponytail fall away from her eyes. "Look, if you want the truth, my game hasn't been the best either. The last shot was just lucky, probably." She looked away, toying with her hair to hide her embarassment. "I've really been looking forward to playing with you."

At first Genie shared no interest in the goddess’ words, looking away when she approached him. Even at contact he continued to avoid her glance before he found his club forced back into his hands. He shifted his gaze to the object, idly turning it while he listened to her speak. It was true, he didn’t want her to think he was a quitter (nor approve of them) but at the same he refused to be seen as a loser. If he walked away now it would prevent future tears and damage to both the course and his dignity.

Finally he turned his gaze to Urd, mention of her desire to play with him catching his interest. “I’ve been looking forward to playing with you too.” He admitted, the fury he had previously shown completely absent. However, as soon as it was gone it was back again. “But I don’t see the why it’s necessary to continue after the way things have been going.” Genie continued through grit teeth.

Well, that was it. She'd tried her best and had suffered enough of his attitude. It was no longer endearing or interesting. Her hand dropped from his shoulder and she turned away, frowning. "Fine. If your pride is so delicate that you'd be willing to act like this to protect it, that's your problem." Entirely unimpressed, she withdrew a club from her own bag and stepped to the tee. Looking back at Genie with a cool glance, she continued, "You can give up if you want. I'm going to keep playing." She made a shot without any preamble and the ball flew through the air briefly, knocking harmlessly off a birdhouse and rolling some distance away from the hole.

She sighed and whirled around, poking a manicured finger at Genie's chest. "And if you're going to act like this, you can forget our bet, too!" Scowling, she gathered her things and flew quickly down the green where her ball waited.

She wanted to call the bet off, did she? Fine! That was okay by him. It saved him the trouble of having to cook. Maybe he didn’t want her to try the new lemon chicken recipe he had been trying anyway. It was something much better kept to himself. He turned his back to the goddess with a childish huff, pouting to himself while she went on without him. None of this was his concern anymore. Quitting was still the best option regardless what she had said.

Minutes passed before Genie peeked over his shoulder to check up on Urd. Regardless how hard he tried he had to admit she was right. This was all incredibly childish, even for him. He knew better than this and simply could not bear the thought that he had ruined something they had both been looking forward to for so long. Guilt set in, forcing him to pick up his club and ball again. Yet another try was in order.

With a little help, another ball landed beside Urd’s on the green. It tapped against it lightly but nothing more before the genies voice rose from behind the goddess. “I’m sorry.”

As Urd stepped up to where her ball lay waiting, she sighed. This wasn't what she wanted at all. If she'd been like Belldandy, her sister, she'd have found a way to appeal to Genie in a way that didn't threaten..what, his dignity? Pride? That was a flaw Urd understood too well. If she'd been more patient, less abrasive in her competitive spirit, maybe they'd both still be playing together, having fun. Really, that's all she'd wanted anyway.

Her thoughts were broken by Genie's ball bouncing next to her. She blinked, turning to face him with a wary look. For a few tense seconds, it couldn't be said how she'd react, but she finally gave him a small smile. "Don't worry about it," she replied, ducking her head slightly and chuckling a soft, self-deprecating laugh. "I riled you up...I'm sorry for being so obnoxious earlier."

“No, no.” He said and waved his hand passively at the goddess. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let myself get like that. You’d think I’d know better by now. At least I didn’t blow anything up this time.” The genie chuckled but left no room for an explanation regarding the previous time or mentioned explosion. “Let’s just forget the whole thing, get out there and have fun. Play some football – er, ball! Golf ball? Golf. Play some golf.” Genie frowned. “Hu, that doesn’t sound as nearly as prodigious as it usually does in the movies. Anyway! Let’s send these two boys home.”

Urd certainly didn't have any room to judge if Genie had blown something up in a fit of temper. That was something she did too often herself. Clearing her throat and banishing the image of the melted flagpole from her mind, she twirled the club and hit her palm with the end of it. "Right!" She started to head for her ball but stopped for a moment, glancing at him. "You know, I really didn't do anything to your ball," she said, pointing to the bright-blue, lipstick-marked ball. "I was just trying to psych you out. If you want to use a different one, though, you can."

With that, she stepped up to her ball. Taking her cue from the djinn, she crouched low to the grass and lined up her shot, eyes narrowed as she focused. She didn't whip out any measuring instruments, though...Urd did a lot better when she just went with the flow, relying on chance. She stood up abruptly, smiling an easy, casual smile and hit the ball.

It flew through the air briefly through the air, bouncing near the hole. It rolled to a slow stop at the edge of the hole and Urd leaned forward, face intense. "Come on! Go! Get in!" she yelled, moving her hands frantically. As if it understood her, the ball finally klunked inside the hole.

She cheered, jumping up with one fist upraised. "Yes!"

Genie looked unconvinced by the goddess and drew back at her words. “Psych me out, hu?” As if Urd needed to do that in order to beat him. The jinni played so poorly that it simply didn’t matter what she did, he’d lose regardless. Surely at this point the woman had figured that much out. “I don’t see any reason I should use another, what with this still being a perfectly good ball and all, but if you insist.”

He waited until Urd took her shot before switching balls. While doing so he found himself standing on the edge of his feet, watching her ball linger by the hole before it finally fell in. Part of him had hoped it would stay put but he cheered with the goddess regardless when the ball sunk. “Nice shot.” He commented before opening his bag and exchanging balls. Though it seemed silly Genie was sure he would hold onto the lipstick marked ball, at the very least a memento of the event. As if it weren’t obvious enough from the boxed items in his room, the djinn was absolutely crazy for souvenirs.

After a moment of thought, Genie removed a putter from his bag and carefully lined his club with the hole. His tongue stuck out of his mouth while he squeezed an eye shut in concentration. In one smooth and gentle movement he tapped the ball which looked as though it would have sunk into the hole before rolling past it, down the hill, past the bird houses and into the untamed field. Unsurprisingly the djinn didn’t look so cool anymore.

"Ah..." Urd muttered, watching the slow build of Genie's temper with dread. "It's okay! Well, it's in the fields, but you can play it straight through. It's still a straight shot! I think..." She glanced at the field where the ball had rolled and back to the djinn. "Come on...I have an idea."

Once again forgoing the slower transportation of walking, she flew casually to the ball, gesturing for Genie to follow her.

It came as no surprise that his enthusiasm had vanished at the first sign of hardship. He grunted in response to Urd but did his best to stay calm and not walk away from the game. If it made her happy he’d keep playing - or trying to play in his case. Taking his bag, Genie dragged it behind him and into the field, following the goddess by foot. Whatever this idea of her was he was certain it wouldn’t work but kept his lips buttoned shut.

Urd touched her feet to the ground and turned slightly to watch Genie, one hand on her hip. When he finally joined her, she smiled. "Maybe you just need help with your swing." She moved behind him, placing her hands on his back and giving him a gentle but persistent push towards the ball. "Hold on to your club as if you were going to make a shot," her voice came from behind him. Her arms came up on either side of the djinn and her hands covered his own larger ones. She was now floating behind him, he being taller than herself, with her head by his shoulder, peeking down at the club and ball at his feet. "You need to relax more...if you're all tense you won't hit the ball right."

Genie didn’t quite understand what Urd was doing, even after she had explained herself, but allowed her to do it regardless. He followed her command and approached the ball, if only because of her push toward it, club at the ready as instructed. His grip tightened on the neck, however upon the goddesses touch loosened. The djinn looked up at her questioningly, suddenly finding it impossible not to be tense. It was far from out of frustration though. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice how stiff he had gotten.

Obliviousness to any discomfort -- or other emotion -- that Genie might be feeling, Urd focused on guiding his shot. Her hands holding his on the club, she swung back and hit the ball. It jumped up in a high arc out of the tall grass and weeds and bounced on the green, rolling into the hole on a smooth, even line. "Ah! There we go," Urd said, smiling brightly at Genie as she moved back. "Did you see how it's done? You just need to let it flow. Clear any thoughts about how you might miss or screw up."

He could only watch when he allowed Urd to take control of his body. The swing was entirely her; the result proved it. Genie’s eyes followed the ball into the air, bobbing with every bounce it made on the green before returning ‘home’ as he had referred to it earlier. He blinked numerous times at this, unsure whether or not he had imagined it or not. That had been an incredibly good shot. Had he subconsciously used some of his magic?

“Hu.” The djinn said and looked at his club curiously. After a moment he turned to face the goddess. “You wouldn’t happen to have used magic, have you?” he asked suspiciously. “Because rule thirty six, paragraph seven in the rules clearly states that magic in prohibited when it comes to manipulation of any objects that may influence the game, including the course itself.” Genie paused for a moment, looking away from the official documents he had been reading from. "Otherwise thanks, I think I get it now."

"...you're welcome," Urd said wryly, hands on her hips. He didn't seem very grateful, did he? So suspicious. "And, for your information, I haven't used any magic today. Except for flying, I mean. And..." She trailed off, glancing away. "And that one time I got frustrated and struck the flagpole with lightening," she added, muttering quickly and under her breath.

"Anyway, I told you, I practiced a lot!" Urd went on quickly, tossing her ponytail with casual, likely unconscious arrogance. "Stop being so suspicious." She nearly pouted now, folding her arms and slanting the djinn a put upon look. "I wouldn't cheat with you, Genie. How can I tell how our abilities stack up if I don't play it straight?"

“I knew it!” Genie announced and pointed accusingly at her. Regardless how quickly she spoke there was no way of avoiding what had happened to the flagpole. “I knew it. Lightening wasn’t in this morning’s forecast.” He told her in a matter-of-fact tone before sighing. “I knew I’d make you admit to it eventually. Not to worry though, it is replaceable. The birdhouses on the other hand, those are antiques. Probably would have been better off using the milk box cut outs. Oh well.” The djinn’s eyes travelled back down at his club in thought. “Golf is still a pretty lousy game to compete against each other in though.”

"Erk..." Urd uttered as Genie pointed at her, hands behind her back and spine ramrod straight. When he sighed, she relaxed visibly, folding her arms again and giving him a wary glance as he spoke. At the end, she sighed too, looking to the side. "Look, how about we just call it? If you're not having fun then there's no reason to continue." Still facing the green, she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"If you don't want to, you don't even have to make me dinner." Her voice grew quiet as she turned away, but not before giving him a brief, reassuring smile. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to call the whole thing off."

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Though surprised by Urd’s sudden change of heart, the djinn made no argument. He held his excitement in and restrained himself from crying out in joy. Not to mention urge he had been fighting to bend his club in half and toss it into the Elysian Fields.

Genie shook his head once he had realized he’d been staring at the goddess. He cleared his throat before speaking. “No, I couldn’t do that. I owe it to you after I dragged you all the way out here and made you go through all the trouble of helping me. Not to mention putting up with me! When it comes to sports I tend to get… Well, you know.” The jinni smiled and looked away in embarrassment.

Urd's lips curved in a small, sweet smile that was quickly replaced by the more characteristic wicked smirk. "Don't worry about it, handsome. I don't think any less of you." Point of fact, she actually felt more relaxed around him now, for knowing he had flaws just like she did helped her relate to him even more than she already did. She stepped closer, patting his shoulder as she gazed up at him. "Thanks for playing with me. I always have more fun when you're around."

She turned away, gathering up her golf equipment. She grinned at Genie over her shoulder, eyes lit with mischief and flirtatious good humor. "You better make me something delicious!"

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The Genie Golf Classic

Fourth Hole: [I10]

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