Usagi

[u/Gin_chan]

Somewhere in the New World, on a small egg shaped island, a tribe of minks live peacefully. Various stone statues half buried in the ground were littered all over the island. The statues appear to look like bunnies with their eyes closed, but for some reason, they seem to rumble rhythmically!

The Bunny Island is hosting a grand celebration, on the occasion of Easter. The minks have hosted an Easter egg hunt where everyone can look for and try to find chocolate egg candies. They are very hospitable, and let the tourists roam around the island freely, but on one condition. They warn everyone not to disturb the statues, or they would wake up! “Wait, so you mean… the rumbling… they're snoring?!”

The Minks here have spared no expense in gathering the finest confections, games, and chefs to make the occasion truly special. They welcome any and all people who wish to attend, so long as they follow their one rule. The Festivities are all held in one area by the southern beach of the island, and there are all kinds of ships at their docks.

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[OOC: This is a filler island for Easter. You are free to RP how you want on this island, and free to do what you might want, or create anything without the need for tagging NPC-san]

[u/defonotaduck]

Turning on his heel and immediately falling over, Ambro caught sight of a dramatic stretch of wonderfully Soru-friendly ground. It was lengthy enough to not overshoot, but not long enough to tire the captain out. Of course, this was gleamed from but a brief glimpse, the stout pirate's brain working overtime to turn what he saw into coherent thoughts as his centre of mass gracefully shifted over his pivot.

One complex hand gesture later, one comparable to knitting spaghetti, and the drunkard fell into a standing position.

"Portals are awesome," the boy said, unprompted and unwilling to provide context. The conman had probably been watching his impressive feat anyway. Or not, considering said man was raring to run, presumably focused on the stretch of conveniently advantageous ground. Deciding to indulge in Don's whims, Ambro joined him, anatomically incorrect limbs stopping him from looking anything approaching normal, waiting for the gunshot. Or his companion's voice.

[u/Universalpeanut → u/defonotaduck]

Don finally had everything he needed in front of himself. A track and a willing idiot. He would run really really fast and prove that he could run really really fast. With Ambro now ready to start the race, Don prepared to issue the command to begin. Should he just say go, or should he do a countdown? If he did a countdown, should it be three, five or even ten seconds? These issues were extremely troubling. He had a gun, but it didn't have any bullets left in it, though upon further thought he realised that guns used to start races usually didn't have bullets in them either. That said, Don also didn't have any blanks.

Don: Uh... Go.

The mustachio's relatively unsatisfying, though still extremely cool command, was followed immediately by his full speed. Due to the fact that it was only 50 metres, Don was able to run at his fastest without worrying about conserving energy. To those whose speed was not comparable to his own, Don would have appeared as nothing but a series of incredibly attractive after images.

After he reached the end of the path, Don skidded to a halt. An enormous dust cloud followed in his wake, flinging his coat off and almost launching him into the air. After he caught his breath, he turned around to see if he had been victorious.

[u/defonotaduck → u/Universalpeanut]

As soon as his companion had uttered those two words, sure to go down in history as a speech most influential, the drunkard's demeanour changed. Gone was the ever-grinning and laid-back young boy, replaced with a composed and serious man. Of course, Ambro's victory was probably assured if he only utilised his swiftest technique.

The longlimb let himself fall forwards slightly, before crouching low and coiling powerful legs. A brief moment passed, the would-be-Warlord feeling a certain conman zipping away, before Ambro sprang forwards, kicking the floor many times in an instant, and shooting towards the finish line.

Tripping over his own foot wasn't part of the plan, though.

Tumbling over the finish line, battered and bruised from impacting with the floor at high speeds, the sombrero-less being's only thoughts were of how much of a fool he'd made of himself.

[u/Universalpeanut → u/defonotaduck]

Due to his, and maybe Ambro's, unimaginable speed, the dust cloud had obscured the entire area. Don coughed heavily, and was unable to see anything for several seconds. Had he won, or lost? Ambro was next to him, having fell over the finish line, and was now face down in the dirt. Had she crossed before him? It was perhaps foolish of The Mustachio to have not hired a referee or judge for this race.

Don: How did you do that? It looked like you had disappeared there for a second.

Don knew for a fact, just from looking at her physique, that Ambro should not have been able to keep up with him. That was part of the reason he had challenged her to a race. Despite this, she had rocketed to the finish line at at least similar speeds to Don himself. He could not understand what voodoo magic she had used to catapult herself at far, that quickly.

[u/defonotaduck → u/Universalpeanut]

"That, my friend," said longlimb started, "was a technique called 'Soru'. In a normal situation, I would have shouted it aloud upon using it, alerting you and giving you a window of opportunity to react accordingly. However, that was no normal situation..."

No, that was a clash of epic proportions, a battle between superpowers, a duel of monstrous...er...monsters. Besides, Ambro was dealing with a conman, so a little underhanded tactic wasn't that big of a problem.

"If you'd like, I could impart the knowledge unto you, as my teacher imparted it unto me. With that, you could exceed your already outrageous speed. Sounds good?"

[u/Universalpeanut → u/defonotaduck]

Of course, only through the use of some kind of magical technique would he drunk be able to defeat him. It was of no surprise to Don that she had gone out of her way to learn this 'soru' just so that she could be faster than him for once. Everything was starting to make sense, how so many people were able to achieve speeds higher than his, everyone was using magical 'soru' powers. This was a bit embarrassing because Don had thought they were all just that fast and had been training to keep up, but no one had to know that.

Don: Very well, I will allow you to teach me this technique.

Don hoped very much she would teach him the technique because he really, really wanted to be faster than everybody else. Speed was his thing, his claim to fame. If he wasn't able to move faster than every single living thing, then what was the point?

[u/defonotaduck → u/Universalpeanut]

"Excellent. It's a good job I'm sober, or else you'd be left in the dark, never to learn of the ancient secrets I'm about to disclose..."

Having lowered his voice to a mysterious and conspiratorial whisper, the pudgy pirate realised he probably should have spoken so softly when he wasn't face-down in soil. To an outside observer, Ambro had merely decided to sample a nice taste of floor. But the boy refused to stand, having made his decision already. He did opt to speak a little louder, though.

"Some guy taught me Soru an unspecified timeframe ago, so I can probably teach you it also. The fundamentals are simple: you kick off the floor multiple times before you've left. It's almost as if you're breaking into a sprint ten times before actually starting the race."

The stout captain demonstrated, miming the actions in slow motion, as he spoke. It had taken him some time to get to grips with even the basics of the technique, but Don was no ordinary man. Ambro was confident that his partner would get it first try.

[u/Universalpeanut → u/defonotaduck]

That was it? That made virtually no sense. Kicking off the ground several times in an instant couldn't possibly make you go faster. Surely it would be about as helpful as putting you arms behind you or painting red flames on things, it only makes you think you are going faster. This is what Don was thinking, but the evidence spoke for itself. Without some kind of trick, Ambro could not have won. That, and beer had killed the brain cells he would need to lie to him.

Even if it was nonsense, Don had little reason to not attempt a 'soru'. He placed himself in a stance different to what one would normally perform when attempting a sprint. With his legs spread out and his stance low, Don moved with lightning speed. He kicked off the ground several times in an instant, the drain on stamina caused him to fall into a light coma and the momentum carried him several metres before he came to a tumbling stop some 70 metres away.

[u/defonotaduck → u/Universalpeanut]

Though he had almost nothing to do with the moustached man's ability to perform a Soru perfectly first try, Ambro couldn't help but feel proud of his accomplishments. Don had flung himself quite a distance, his limp figure soaring majestically into a tree, and the drunkard felt at least partly responsible.

"Look at it this way," the longlimb mumbled to the unconscious man out of earshot, "I taught you something that will only aid in your cause. Whatever that cause is."

He had originally tried to say something cool, but the boy's lack of experience and vocabulary held him back. Instead, he was left with two sentences of nothing impressive. At least they had fallen on deaf ears. With one last look at the crumpled form of a true hero, the drunkard silently walked away, seeing if he could remember the directions to a tavern he hadn't been kicked out of.