WEEK TWO MATCH CEREMONY

[potatomance]

ᯓ⭐ WEEK TWO MATCH CEREMONY

Welcome, kiddos and kiddettes! To Week Two of this bullshit!

Once again, everyone is led up to the roof with the same seating set-up as before. Riri is cheerfully bobbing in front of the fire and as people arrive and get settled, it waves its little wand to offer Greeting Sparkles.

"I guess we'll see if you're taking it a little more seriously this week. Probably surprising no one, our overachieving Marty is gonna be up first this time, but who knows how it's gonna go next week?

Anyway, sit down, shut up, and unfortunately let the guy speak."

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OZ

[potatomance]

[ Listen, there's only one person left to pick, but Oz goes up there anyway and speaks as though his answer is both meticulously drafted and awkwardly come up with on the spot. Amazing.

"Uroko. There are similarities between us; I would say he is simple enough to converse with."

What a high bar. ]

... Well, I guess you tried. Maybe. Or you would have if you'd had more options? Who knows!

[ozzz]

[Mithra squints in displeasure when Oz steps up for a turn. Then the reasoning spills and he arches both eyebrows in surprise.]

[voxnozzz]

[ tossing him a look. what, does he want to fight? ]

[ozzz]

[He frowns. What's this, huh? Want to go?]

[voxnozzz]

[ this is where he would tell him to leave if they were allowed to leave. but they are not allowed to leave.



so he's just starting very intently in the "if you start something i am turning this car around so fast" sense. ]

[cosmoid]

[ honestly, the simple sentence was more than he was expecting. uroko doesn't seem to mind, coming up to the podium after a nice long stretch. ]

Hoh? So we do. [ with his hand over the button. ]

There is fire under the sea, though it's blue, not red.

[voxnozzz]

[ his ass really going to stretch when oz is up here. but oz doesn't seem particularly annoyed by such an action, nor does he seem surprised. he only looks and closes his eyes, entirely prepared to lock in. ]

... I would not say that is your role.

[ but he won't elaborate. uroko was right to expect very little.... even the small sentences oz has provided are too much for his tired self. ]

I assume that is something of significance to you.

[cosmoid]

[ with a small smile. ]

The fire is the soul of the Sea God, all that was left of him when he dispersed into the sea itself. Besides me.

[ he locks in. ]

It is not my role. In some ways, I think it the inverse, yet parallel. I interpret words short and long, to help others. And in some cases, I don't even have words at all.

[voxnozzz]

... That is not what I require.

[ though saying that would imply that oz requires anything from uroko at all. he doesn't. not silence, conversation, interpretation.

locking in, his gaze remains on his hand, carefully pensive in the way that he is. ]

As a fragment of his power, you must be aware of the cause of his demise. Or had he merely grown weak?

[ taken down by another? it's a northern approach. ]

[cosmoid]

[ he doesn't argue on the first point, and it's not even something he's offering, though it's not something he's refusing either. regardless. ]

Love.

[voxnozzz]

[



well, okay. it's not an answer oz expects, but it's also not an answer he can be surprised by. somehow. he also isn't sure how to respond to that, really. how could he, when something specifically pops into his mind? ]

Is that so.

[cosmoid]

Yes. The Sea God fell in love with a woman from the land and even though he let her return there of his own accord, he never stopped missing her.

[ said like he's telling a fairy tale, because in a way he is, even if he is a living breathing part of that fairy tale

(yw kosy). ]