[F20-PP] Three Bird

[Freyd 0]

"Did you forget what down means?"  barely a moment passed before white queen took black queen and upended the board to a very soaked checkmate.  What never crossed his mind, in a million years, was the idea of these two providing him a bird's-eye view to their spontaneous wet t-shirt contest.  "Uh..."  Repeating Nisa's finger gun maneuver from earlier, he gave them both a double barrel salute, mid torso.  "That water must be really cold."

One's a goddess.  One's a friend. One's a goddess.  One's a friend...

Deadpan, yet wide-eyed, Freyd's saucers swiveled freely in search of something - anything - to draw them somewhere else.  Old Freyd... Young Freyd?  The Freyd from long ago wouldn't have known he was supposed to be embarrassed, but his mantra wasn't going to hold.  Marriage to a fiery Irish lass had taught him some amazing lessons, including the penultimate peaks of the concept of temper.  She'd probably laugh if he retold this story, yet would somehow inevitably be in trouble for just having existed in this moment.

"How's it going fuzz ball? Land on your feet?"

About to turn and point at the descending staircase, his brain boggled again as Nisa winked blew him a kiss. All he could do was gaze at a re-drenched Sam cradling her busted instrument, his own eyes agog once more, asking... "Is she high or something?!  What's with all the flirt... oh.  Oh-ho-ho...boy." Proverbial pennies were dropping. "I can't decide if that's good or terrifying..."

helping Sam back out of the silvery pond, his curiosity got the better of him, despite knowing he really shouldn't leap down such rabbit holes.

"Which 'Shee'?!" Leaving him convinced Nisa was now playing for the Sam-Katoka club, and somehow digging shiny chicks.

[Nisahime 0]

The woman would fire those guns straight back at Freyd, as Sam turned her boots over and allowed a small lake to pour out of them. "I am way too old for you or modesty." Which was about the oddest damn thing to hear from a 5'6 woman wearing a pair of goggles and a cap. "Not so fast guys. They stole this, clearly they have zero idea what they have." The woman would continue to perk her lips and whistle. It wouldn't be until they all were out of the pond that ripples would start to wiggle along its surface without anyone inside. "Hah, I fucking knew it." Her eyes jerk to the pair and she gestures with a flamboyant point toward the water, right foot held up near her backside and all.

Rings bleed out from a space somewhere near the center, but slightly off to the northwestern side. Each time a tone is held, the ripples start to pop out from that point but stop the moment the sound does.

"What? Cold?" Looking down she was sporting flagpoles. "Oh that. Really?" she'd raise an eyebrow. Completely unbothered by the fact She'd turn herself to lean over the side of the pool of liquid, looking out to the source of the ripples. "Your turn metal man, an eye for an eye. Get in the bird bath unless you want more peep shows." She'd look to the dude with a very twisted smugness. A cut of Sam into view, holding an instrument. "Fine, gimme it you dweeb." Putting out a black fingerless glove with a flick of her fingers, palm up to accept her pile of wooden shrapnel.