paixaorpg | 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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Competition was always where certain stars could shine. Naja was always looking for potential 'allies' and new pawns. Perhaps, here, maybe she could find someone else to pluck up and make use of... alongside Sara, of course. She grins, observing the sky and the other participants gathering around.

Her Sentinel better show up. Naja would need someone to drive the cart; like hell she was going to do it. And of course the other would handle the clubs as well... perhaps explain the game some... Yes. That seemed about right.

Naja chuckles to herself, tapping her mace against a shoulder. It would be interesting to see how this day played out...

How curious. This was someone Genie had certainly never met before, though he was fairly certain he had seen the feline over the journals at least a few times. She looked like quite the interesting character, though he was in no position to stare in wonder. He recalled seeing similar species before (Mithra if his memory served him correctly) – as well as the fact that it would be rude to stare. He smiled at Naja when hearing her chuckle, but quickly stopped when noting the menacing mace resting against her shoulder. Oh no, something like that certainly would not do.

Flying from the table, he approached the woman from behind, his hand reaching for mace. “I’m sorry,” the djinn spoke up. “But I’m going to confiscate that. No weapons are allowed on the course to ensure the safety of other players. You may have no interest in using it but it still serves a potential danger to others.”

"...confiscate?" She recoils, backpedaling from the Genie. She looks thoughtful of the word before she bursts out, body rigid, "CONFISCATE?!" This was an outrage! How dare anyone think they could confiscate her good ol' spiky friend?! Yes. This was Naja, making a scene. "What do you mean confiscate?! This is a family heirloom!" A lie, of course, but with her tirade going, it would be hard to sort out the truth. Actually, none of it was true. At all.

She grips the mace tightly and holds it out before her (possibly waving it around, but only to make a point!). "This mace keeps my spirit attuned to my ancestors! Protection of the Salaheem line! How could you possibly think to break that?" She then clutches the mace close to her breast, cradling it gently.

She was innocent. Really.

The djinn winced at Naja’s outburst but showed no further signs of concern regarding the matter after that. She had simply surprised him, that was all. Not to be rude, because he certainly would have hated to, but he had found that he could not care less concerning how big a scene she made over the matter. It was not as though he intended to keep the weapon; he had no use for such absurd assets. It was about the safety and wellbeing of others. If she didn’t want to play by his rules, she didn’t have to play at all as far as he was concerned… Although he really hated the idea of leaving someone out of the fun. Part of him also suspected the Mithra of lying, however it was not his place to suggest such things.

Being firm was so difficult sometimes.

“It’s only for the game. I promise I’ll return it as soon as you finish. Scouts honour! What am I going to do with a mace, anyway? That is soooo eleventh century. Believe me, if your ancestral treasure is safe with anyone, it’s me. Who says your ancestors wouldn’t enjoy some other company too, hu? Think of them!”

Naja was close to stalking off, competition out the window. She holds her mace out towards Genie, spiky points directed towards him, her expression revealing nothing. Then, unexpectedly, her attitude loosens and she calms down. "Fine. I'm holding you to that. If I don't get this pretty little friend back, there's going to be trrrouble."

She holds the mace out towards him, cocking her head back. "I'll need some clubs, I suppose. And a cart."

The short silence between the two seemed to last far longer than it truly had. His face revealed as little as Naja’s during that time, his eyes the only feature to do so otherwise. They practically sparkled in anticipation to challenging the woman. He was confident he could overthrow her if she were to rebel against him, even if she were to use her precious mace. Naja must have realized this as well at some point because she seemed to surrender her weapon rather easily. Genie had been expecting a far larger revolt from the mithra. Perhaps she was just testing him? He considered the idea briefly before tossing it aside and focusing on his prize.

“They’ll be waiting for you at the finish line.” Genie assured her once again as he carefully plucked the mace from her hand… Er, paw? He then placed it in a beautiful wooden case, into a specially made grove which fit the weapon perfectly. The lid swung down and a large lock was attached to it preventing any other hands from reaching the mace. “There, safe and sound. No hand, including my own, will lay themselves on it. Now, about those clubs and cart!”

The djinn clapped his hands together, the case previously in his them seeming to suddenly disappear. In exchange, a traditional looking golf cart appeared in a cloud of blue smoke followed with a bag of complete clubs. The genie paused for a moment after this and rubbed his chin. “Hmm… It feels like it’s missing something. –oh, I know!” Snapping his fingers together, a row of stick thick spikes appeared on the cart’s front. They were plastic, of course, but still looked none the less impressive. In satisfaction with the result of this he summoned a set of spikes for the rear of the cart as well. “

The Genie Golf Classic

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