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Alright, some brief rules. No post order, first and foremost: let there be chaos. However, you only get to post once for every post of mine. So keep that in mind. You have twenty four hours between each of my posts, unless you send me a pm or something giving a good reason why time should be extended or something. Any other questions, tack them on via spoiler or pm. Let's have some fun!

Half a dozen doors open into one central location, and the six beings just discovering their new genders, clad tightly in bathrobes, would find themselves spilling into a massive field, the skies as bright blue as the ocean itself, the ground a shining jade-green field of grass. The field upon which they stood was a little over one hundred yards in length and some 54 yards in width, with a line of white every ten yards along the length. The doors would close themselves behind the participants, leaving them standing on the center line of the field... with six other men facing them down from the opposite side.

The six men were all similarly clad in lime-green suits, long clovers extending from their bowler-caps, and their heads were framed in fiery red hair, facial and otherwise. They all had very serious expressions on their faces, with meaty fists alternately clapping into open hands, against other fists, or simply against the earth. One of these six men happened to also be carrying an egg-shaped 'ball' made of leather, and he muscled his way to the fore of the group, glowering up at the six new arrivals... far up, for these men in green were quite shorter than the others, something like three feet tall at best.

"Step for'rd ya best foighter, for tha'n's yer team lead. Once 'e do, the rule's'll be 'splained what best yer meager li'l minds can comp'hend, a' which point, the war'll begin what's in earnest, aye?" The man spoke rapidly in a nearly unintelligible accent, but the idea would quickly be made clear; somebody had best step up, quickly, and be named team captain.

Bizarre, thats what this was. What manner of hell was this? What seemed like moments ago, Jira was rudely awakened to discover extreme weirdness had taken place. She was still in shock, looking down at her body again in disbelief.

I'm a man...

She held out her hands, opening and closing them, marveling at the ripples in her muscles and the masculine shape her hands now had. Another bewildering development was explored, as her hands went up to touch her hair. What once was long, luxurious locks were now short and choppy, coming to a rough, messy point at the top of her head. With a shiver, she tightened the robe around her manly frame, and surveyed the area about her.

What in the hell..

Similarly clad people were gathered with her, along with strange little men in green.

Then the head..green..thing spoke.

Best fighter? That was laughable, Jira was no fighter. If one measured by strength, Jira was severely lacking in that department. She was clever and resourceful, she knew how to attack weak spots and gain an advantage. But she was no brawler. She crossed her arms across her now flat chest (D:) and waited. Someone else would have to take up this weird little man's command.

If Rei had been experiencing this while he was still but a mere soul, then he would have no doubt done the following; scream about someone stealing his balls and proceed to go on a rampage and go to see if his sister was now his brother. Thankfully for his own sake and that of his doll's, he was much calmer and far more composed. Or rather, she, the Elder Bount corrected, as there was now a reasonable bust where his normal pectoral muscles were, along with a set of black pigtails and green clovers over a decent bust and her now vacant crotch. They would be irritating to deal with as far as physical activity was concerned and thank heaven "she" made sure to test herself with a quick few lazy punches and also picking up some furniture. Just to make sure that though a woman now, all of her abilities had not been affected physically.

Okay, I am now a woman. If this is a dream, I hope I'm not someone's wife.[/color] Which was an honest thought, especially as he didn't drink the night before. She. Rei was going to get a headache just from trying to decide how to refer to himself, herself, etc. He decided to call himself what he looked like, a pale woman, and that was that for the moment.

Now there was the matter of addressing the six short men before her, all in green. She quickly glanced around, taking into account everything around her including the lines on the ground and then the ball itself. Obviously it was for a game, as it didn't register as a normal weapon, and that meant that the man had to be referring to the game as a war. Maybe because it was that rough and mean, which meant she was going to have no trouble with it.

All right, better go along with them and play this game or war as they call it. Maybe I can figure out if the others have had a sudden change in body.[/color] She thought; in other words, was Rei the only one that had woken up as the wrong gender or were others affected by this. She tightened her robe, figuring she could quickly fix it up before the actual war started.

Even if she wasn't the best in hand to hand, she made up for it with a brutal understanding of weapons and speed, along with considerable strength. There was also the annoying fact that her doll seemed to be absent, but she still had her cryokinesis that she could use. Actually, without her doll present, she could use her Cryokinesis more often and also her shunpo if necessary. Still, she might as well offer to take the lead as she had a good idea of what was going on, at least, so she thought.

"Well, I'm game for this, and I'll speak as the lead if that's fine with everyone else," She glanced over her shoulder, looking at her fellow teammates. One in particular looked, disturbed? Jira was the source of Rei's gaze, name not known of course, though anyone looking at Rei might pick up that she was not a natural woman.

Rather, she still had the mannerism and behavior of a male Bount, and didn't really give much thought about how she looked. For now at least, she could always just tear up the sleeves and do some on the spot adjustments. Even with the thought process of a man, she wasn't about to just play a game right in the buff. Not unless she had Kura-ude with her and could give herself some armor. Speaking of which, did the doll suddenly became male? That was a weird thought, and just another reason to add to her long list that comprised her goal; figure out why she was now a woman, figure out a way to reverse the process, and also what would happen if they lost or won.

Kurisuna wasn't fooled. She knew none of it was real—this was merely some demented, outlandish joke her mind was currently entertaining. A dream. These people weren't real. She was the Lady of Roses, the witch, a murderess. Her being had no room for male anatomy; her body is a temple, to defile it a sin, and this would most definitely have fallen under the ''desecration'' category... had everything been genuine.

''Well, this sure is nice,'' she chimed in, running her fingers through her hair, feeling it, mildly horrified and equal parts revolted. What a nightmare. ''However, I've no desire to partake in such a presumably boorish game.'' She pivoted, waved her fingers goodbye, wandered in the opposite direction. ''Taa, darlings.''

The Mod Soul awoke, confused and disoriented. He was in a strange place, and something felt... Different. As he walked about the room, it didn't take him long to place exactly what was wrong. Weight distribution, balance, even his height was off. Looking down, he examined his new form, flexing and stretching, testing its basic movement capabilities. So he was female now. Interesting. He appeared to retain the same basic physical abilities; he didn't feel weaker, or slower, or any more fragile. Clearly, his pill had just been transferred to a different body, this one female. That wasn't particularly important. What was important, was determining where he was.

Having woken up in this strange room, she could only assume it was part of some test or experiment. Perhaps the scientists were testing a new body, and had transferred him in to it to test it's capabilities. Without telling her. That did seem like something they would do. Finding nothing interesting in said room, she dressed with the provided robe, and exited on to what appeared to be a large field. Several others were emerging from similar rooms, and she wondered if their circumstances were the same. More pressing, however, were the large men yelling at them. She studied them for a moment, considering as a female stepped forward to offer to fill the leadership role for... Whatever was about to happen. 004 was fine with that.

"Interesting. This experiment must be to study the combat capabilities of neanderthals. These males appear to be less evolved than modern humans. Notice their heavy builds and excessive hair. This was necessary for the harsher climates and lack of technology to create effective shelter. They required it to keep warm." The Mod Soul explained to her counterparts, "Neanderthals are aggressive and territorial. Perhaps we have stumbled upon one of their primitive tribes, and they now wish to do battle to assert dominance. It was common for primitive humans to engage in such activities. Note their rudimentary grasp of language, however. Clearly their brain functions are not yet developed enough to master it."

Ryosei opened his eyes to a sight of a door opening and a field of green in front of him, as if he had appeared in the human realm on some sort of field of grass. Something was amiss though, as he suddenly felt heavier....and odd. Feeling his gut, something was amiss, as he slowly inched his hand up before feeling a curvacious addition to his upper body. Two in fact. Grasping a bit firmly, they were indeed real, nerves and all as he stopped and look down, noticing his new assets were covered in a robe, extending the length of his body.

"Hmmm, this won't do." the new female thought as she tugged on the lower part of the robes, it slowly ripping before coming off, the robe now becoming part skirt as it was now cut off at just above the knees. Looking around, she noticed five other people around her, and six in front of her. Hearing the message, Ryosei did nothing, as she was not a physical fighter by any means, nor physically strong at that. She would be content letting someone else step up as Ryosei continued to asses his..her....new body.

Chikaru awoke as she laid on her back, her eyes locked into the sky. Slowly, she sat up, her arms extending and reaching towards the sky. The stretching lasted on for a moment before she rose to her feet. Upon reaching her vertical base, she took notice of something unusual. Her chest seemed much lighter, however, the rest of her body felt heavier. Her eyes twitched as she glanced down at her 'new' body.

"What kind of sick joke is this?.."

She was a man!! Well, at least her body was. She couldn't even fathom how this had happened!

"This is wrong on so many levels.."

She...or he...raised his head as the message slid through her ears. Chikaru was the most physical member of the 4th Division. Though she was also quite lazy when it came down to it. She simply stood there, watching the others, awaiting for one to step up.

"Arroit'n!" The lead figure in green spat, eyeing the only body willing to step forward as team leader. The 'ball' of leather bounced from hand to hand as his eyes twinkled malevolently. "Rules're simple: t'ball don' move through t'air more'n t'ree feet less'n y'hit t'ball widda stick! Y'don' move w' d'ball less'n y'runnin' w'it 'tween yer elbows! If t'ball hits d'dirt, y'got t'ree secon's what t'kick it up into d'air! If'n t'other feller got's d'ball an' y'don' wan'im to n'more, y'bring'im down!" With every hollered rule, a cheer rose up from the small green men; as the final rule was yelled out, the leader of the leprechauns dropped the ball and clapped his hands thrice.

As the third clap rang out, the contestants would find themselves beset once again by sticky clovers; actually, some of the clovers that had resiliently stuck to them since they appeared were now glowing with energy, and thus did their bath robes explode in a shower of cloves and rainbows, now replaced with snugly-fitting offensively-green uniforms, suitable for a rough-and-tumble.

"Th'first team what gets d'ball down to t'other side o' the field wins! GO!" And thus, the charge was on, the tiny men in green suddenly shrieking war cries before pouring forth in a wave to leap shoulders-first at Rei, AU-004 and Jira, whilst the man with the ball flipped the leather wad into the air, caught it between his elbows, and began a hardy charge toward the visiting team's end zone.

''Don't pay attention,'' Kurisuna murmured soothingly to herself, her voice deep, alien, definitely not the sorceress' own. She crisscrossed her arms, grasped the robe and held it steady; in hindsight, for a dream, the grass beneath her feet, the fabric swathed around this otherwise naked figure (most certainly not her own), and the constant, dulcet breeze all seemed legitimate, but Kurisuna had never been all there in the head, knew what it was like to have your senses deceive you.

Speaking of the mind, it possessed at least one consoling feature; her thoughts were her own, and she mused in her tone of voice, one distinctly feminine in nature. ''Just walk forward. If this is a dream, kill a small child, torture somebody's dog, wake up. If this is real...'' At this, as if on cue, her bath gown burst in a vivid, multicolored barrage of four-leaf clovers, in its stead a tightly fitting, dark green ensemble. The whole deal startled Kurisuna deathly still, sent a shiver up her spine; she froze, wide-eyed, lips frowning, heedless of what occurred behind her. ''No, it's definitely a dream.''

Jira had began to look about at the other people during the lag between the lead green-freak's speeches. There was quite a collection of people, many seemingly in a similar state of discomfort. Many exuded mannerisms and behaviors odd to Jira, so very odd and intriguing. Oh how she was curious! Then again, beings such as herself often behaved strangely for droll reasons, so she did not let her hopes raise too high.

But oh how Weird some of these people were! One female was droning on about neanderthals (a woman with the prettiest violet eyes Jira had ever seen), while another was ripping up her clothes. Another female had asserted herself as leader, which was fine with Jira because it would give her time to asses her surroundings and stay detached if necessary. There was no point in becoming more involved, nor in drawing attention to herself. If this scenario was real, she had to be very careful because she was vulnerable. Many could benefit from a vulnerable Taicho, one without a blade or much physical strength to makeup for a lack of weapon. Exercise caution, that was the name of this game.

She appraised the area around her, along with the beginning speech to access a few things. This was some manner of a game, though she was not familiar with it. Of course, time was convenient, and soon the leader of the green men began to explain the rules of the game. Through his garbled speech, Jira struggled to get the gist of it, but it seemed strangely complicated. She (she still struggled to acknowledge herself as a he) guessed that the other 5 individuals were unfamiliar with this game too. So why attempt to play such a confusing game with complete amateurs who would surely mess up the rules?

To win, and brutally.

She suspected these burly little freaks loved violence, hence the call for the best fighter. And the only way to win was to resort to violence and trickery, rather than playing along.

Her thoughts were decadently interrupted as a color explosion happened about her body. She found her masculine body was abruptly clad in a tight, green jumpsuit, accentuating all her manly bulges and muscles. She licked her lips in appreciation, ever the pervert, only to lift her eyes at just the right moment. When the resounding "GO" reverberated across the playing field, she was just able to catch the offensive movement barreling towards her body.

Call it instinct, call it reflexes, call it whatever you will, but Jira was not about to test her new body's endurance for punishment. Agility was tested, and a very short, but adequate and quick side step would be made to attempt to dodge the blighter rocketing towards her shoulders. Regardless if she went down or got away, she would let out a loud yell to her 'team-mates'.

"FORGET THE DAMN RULES! ATTACK THEM UNTIL THEY'RE BLOODY AND LIMP!"

She had a feeling, though it wasn't addressed, that winning related to getting the hell out of this place. That alone was enough to fuel Jira into action.

Ryosei was quite confused, now that his new skirt turned into a uniform. At least it was conforming to his new body, not like the robe he was in that he had to adjust. Looking down the field, he saw the small men toss something to someone, and then started running at him. Listening to a very loud voice that sounded very familiar, Ryosei looked at the person holding the ball and ran towards them, her busty bosoms going up and down, as no support to hold them down, well....let them be free, free as a pair of birds...or pelicans in this case.

The Mod Soul stared around blankly as the chaos ensued, and the large men charged towards them. Fortunately, her garments had morphed in to something closer-fitting and more... Green. Despite the fact that the outfit was a little tight and uncomfortable, it would be much more difficult for someone to catch, which would be helpful for evasion. Seeing that their self-designated team leader had not assigned any orders, and one of the males was yelling for violence. Perhaps they didn't understand the rules of the experiment. Or, perhaps they just didn't want to conform to the seemingly arbitrary rules of the engagement. Still, she could accomplish both.

Turning towards the large hairy thug carrying the ball, the Mod Soul took off towards him at full speed. The brute was heavy and large, traveling at a high speed. Much like a freight train, that weight distribution and momentum would not lend well to sharp turns, and force applied to the correct location could send a larger opponent toppling. Sprinting towards her target, 004 dove in to a low, sliding kick, aiming to deliver a power blow intended to snap the ball-carrier's leg in half at the knee. Catching the ball would be secondary to stopping the attacker, but she would attempt it nonetheless.

Chikaru looked down, glancing and blinking at the robe that had magically turned into some sort of outfit. Her head continued to hang for a moment as she sighed, speaking under her breath.

Why me?...

A mere moment later, she began to chuckle. The volume of her laugh becoming increasingly louder with each passing moment. Her head darted up, back to it's normal position, though slightly tilted. As s her laughter subsided, she simply shrugged.

You know what they say. If you can't beat them..

Before the final words of her sentence could even escape her lips, the words from Jira rang clearly through her head. She had a new body, though it was bulky and a bit odd. Why not put it through its paces?

"Kill them all!!"

With a quick burst of speed, Chikaru took off, dashing towards the oncoming group of odd green men. As she neared contact with them, she dropped to the ground, her leg extended out in front of her. Using her forward momentum to slide forward along the ground, she would attempt to take out the legs of as many of the little green men as possible, hoping to send them barreling uncontrollably through the air.

"Rules're simple: t'ball don' move through t'air more'n t'ree feet less'n y'hit t'ball widda stick! Y'don' move w' d'ball less'n y'runnin' w'it 'tween yer elbows! If t'ball hits d'dirt, y'got t'ree secon's what t'kick it up into d'air! If'n t'other feller got's d'ball an' y'don' wan'im to n'more, y'bring'im down!" A strange accent to be sure, and she narrowed her eyes when she saw her incoming projectile little man. She barely registered the movement, she saw her fellow players moving and decided to deal with the offensive line midget coming at her. How? With a combination of what she believed would be superior force combined with a quick focused blast of her cryo-kinesis at the eyes, assuming she could do that.

Otherwise, she held her stick out in her dominant left hand, moving to catch the midget by dropping down to his jumping height with her outstretched arm. It wasn't an impressive move, just simple; the clothesline in actuality, and just to knock the poor wee man down. If she knew the term, she would imagine him to be a jackeen; for now, she settled for letting the little man realize that while she looked like a woman, had chesticles, and no adam's apple, she still could hit like a steel smith's hammer being swung by a giant of a man. Well, roughly speaking as her eyes darted back. "Let'em have it!" She roared.

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Don't feel like amending this to the first post: if you get skipped three times, you get kicked out of the event en total. So... don't get skipped three times. :v

Two of the Leprechauns cried out as Jira dodged their lunge, the two of them flying head-first into the grass and digging deep trenches before leaping back to their feet, turning in place before growling and leaping at Jira again, one for his knees, the other the waist; an attempt at a take-down from two fronts!

Unfortunately for Au-004's assertions, the ball-carrier was not a large, lumbering brute as he thought, but in fact another Leprechaun, short and hairy and yet still something of a lumbering brute; therefore, the slide-kick was not aimed for his leg, or his knee, but instead caught the leprechaun directly in the abdomen, causing the wind to burst from his lungs in a woosh; of course, the sudden stop of the ball-carrier would certainly also catch Ryosei off guard, who's now-female body would certainly be more top-heavy than the male had been used to, which would lead to a faltering-step, followed by a makeshift tackle... surely!

And from AU-004's kick, the ball would leave that Leprechaun's elbows and cut through the air... to be snatched up by yet another of the little green men! Using his elbows as deftly as his own two hands, the short fellow hugged the ball tight before turning to see Chikaru come sliding not only at him, but at four other Leprechaun, as was the medical-divisioner's goal: to slide at as many as possible. Unfortunately, not all of the game-players would be so easily caught as the initial ringleader! Two of the tiny green men made odd noises that almost resembled speech as one, before stomping their little feet - and thus did the grass at Chikaru's feet erupt upwards in long green snakes, very not-conducive to sliding along!

Though they wouldn't bite, the snakes would make every attempt to bind Chikaru in place, and seemed to laugh drunkenly as they did, whilst the ball-carrier would charge by on stubby, burly legs. Twenty yards down! Thirty to go!

With no description of the 'superior-force plus freezing powers' to go on, it was decided by the fates that be that Rei's own nemesis, the leaping little leprechaun, would indeed be subjected to the clothesline... unfortunately, the extending-arm was seen coming, and rather than dive face-first into the limb, the little man grabbed hold and began to swing to and fro, generating speed before leaping off, monkey style! Dastardly!

The Mod Soul's attack may have connected, but the little opponents were more nimble than she had anticipated. Pushing free of the tangle of limbs that resulted from her collision with her opponent, 004 stood up before grabbing the hairy little creature she had just kicked while he still had the wind knocked out of him. She launched several swift punches at his face, neck and stomach before dropping him (assuming he was successfully grabbed). Regardless, she then turned her attention to the ball carrier, who had foiled several attempts at being intercepted, one of which by unleashing a swarm of snakes. How complicated things were becoming.

While she may not have offered her services as the leader of the group, their current leader had not offered any instructions thus far. Left to her own devices, 004 began sprinting down the field, aiming to get ahead of the ball carrier and intercept him once more, this time much more prepared for how nimble they could be. While she was confident that she could take down one of the creatures, having it pass would be problematic. Coordination was required.

"Screen the others. Prevent them from getting close enough to pass." She shouted to her teammates. Their leader was free to contradict, but lacking a better plan, she took the initiative.

004's longer (and now much more slender and elegant) legs would hopefully allow her to catch up with the carrier quickly, before he could gain much more ground. Nimble as her opponent was, she determined that the best course of action would be to aim for his center of mass to lessen his chance of dodging, then attempt to bring him to the ground with a tackle and a few swift blows before hopefully retrieving the ball. Diving towards her target, she would attempt to carry out her plan, hoping the others would keep the green menace out of passing range.

The two nasty little men gave Jira enough time to see what they were doing, how convenient! In the time it took for them to topple out of the way, stand back up and charge, Mr. Jira was able to see just what they were planning to do.

Being a built in a more manly fashion did not seem to affect his agility, something he just confirmed in the first round against these two critters. So Jira was safe to assume he probably still possessed all the same powers, traits, and attributes. Sadly, none of those abilities were comprised of physical power. Ah well, he would work with what he had!

When the freaks began their bull-like charge, Jira began to repeat a chant in a sing-song tone, something very well rehearsed and practiced in her many years.

"A subtle weave and a sudden tweak, leading to a filling meal;-"

Waiting until just before impact, Jira did another graceful side step, stretching out his still long (albeit manly) leg and swishing to the side. He wasn't using Shunpo, not wasting the energy until it was necessary. He knew that he could cover a very short amount of ground quickly in this manner, and with the proper observation and timing, it would be successful.

"-Artemis’ blessing leaves one victorious-"

Should this method provide useful again, he would turn as soon as the little freaks went tumbling past, finishing off the incantation that had began to form from his mouth. His index finger was extended at the two leprechauns, hopefully he would ensnare them both.

"Bakudou no Juuni! Fushibi!"

From his outstretched finger, a golden net burst forth. Now, had Jira not been successful in his dodge, he would have been soundly smacked onto the ground. He would have continued with the spell, as soon as his air returned to his lungs. Best case scenario in that, he would entangle himself with the leprechauns, worst case...he would be nailed to the ground with no kidou fired.

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT?!

He grabbed a hold of her arm; bad move in Rei's mind. Very bad move, as normally it would take time for the skin to feel colder and colder. Initially, subjecting someone to his cryokinesis would result in a flinch and a chill from the cold blast, when he wasn't touching them. However, when he, she, Rei reminded herself as her body dictated her gender right now, was in direct contact it was a different ballpark. Direct contact meant that she could avoid using her mind to estimate the distance and the amount of reiatsu required to hit her target with a chill.

No, instead, she only had to concentrate on releasing the cold from her arm right where he had latched on. Only he was already in motion, but Rei was not stupid. Instead, she concentrated, hoping the others weren't watching and quickly vanished in a sudden burst of speed and a brief swish. Her destination was right in front of the wee laddie, this time holding her stick out so he could smash right into it. It was a quick burst of shunpo and all Rei had to do was hold her arm steady like an iron bar and let the wee green man collide like a soft juicy grape slamming into a wall at high speed. At least, in theory that was the best case. Worst case? He did another monkey maneuver only she was concentrating and readying another icy blast of cold.

As she recovered from the dull shock of having been wholly fitted in a dark green at the snap of one's fingers, Kurisuna pivoted and glanced partially over her shoulders towards the melee men and women alike were throwing themselves into. Kill them all, one had said. Pfff. Surely her mind could come up with better than that, thought the sorceress as she relocated herself several yards to the right, passive and unimpressed by the mayhem, the game at hand, her ''teammate's'' comportment.

No, she would carry herself like a lady still in spite of her noticeable musculature and 7ft of height--such barbarism was bland, tactless, fake... aggravating.

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Yeah, you're all thinking it, I'm such a stick in the mud. >:l

Apologies for the short, subpar, and not to mention late post.

Caught by snakes as she slid acr4oss the ground...Obviously this was not the outcome she expected when she made her move. Then again, even she wasn't surprised. When you move without thinking, this type of thing generally happens.

"Shit..."

That was the only word she uttered before begging a not-so valiant struggle to get free. She wiggled and turned about, hoping to luckily pull free, though she was not so lucky. As she trashed about, she could only question herself. What was different about her, honestly? Her body my have changed, but overall she remained herself. The same psychotic, violent, and unstable person she always was...which she could probably use to her advantage. Her thrashing came to an abrupt halt as she stared down at the snakes, a crazed look in her eyes.

"Release me, or I'll be eating you for dinner.

Of course, she was bluffing. If they didn't fall for it, she was probably screwed.

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Ryosei - 1

Because there were no sticks to be found on the grassy field, Rei would find herself swinging far too short to swat the little man in green, who simply hit the ground running as the arm he had been using slid away from him; being that he'd been in motion, which generated heat, the natural antithesis to cold, the otherwise supernatural abilities of the Bount went by and large unnoticed, though the leprechaun had a few more goosebumps than he'd had before.

The Mod Soul AU-004 did a well enough job disposing of the first ball carrier, the fellow hitting the ground gibbering through cracked teeth after the series of mean blows, which left the Mod Soul free to begin her pursuit of the current ball-carrier.

Jira herself had done more than successful in his dodge of the flying leprechauns, her net doing a fine enough job keeping the duo bound together in a storm of net and fists... leaving only four leprechauns left free on the field - the ball carrier, his two defenders, and the one who had just sprinted free of Rei.

Said defenders both turned and grinned at the rapidly approaching AU-004, speaking another spring of gibberish before clapping their hands: from before the female Mod Soul, a clover who's width rivalled her length would rise from the ground rapidly, using the stem as a leverage point in it's attempt to catapult AU-004 through the air and toward Chikaru, who would find his attempt at intimidating the snakes met with a few cross-eyed looks before the snakes opened wide their maws and spewed forth a disgusting green film; perhaps such a vulgar threat against such obviously inebriated enemies, snakes though they were, hadn't been the greatest plot, as they had apparently gotten sick...

And the ball carrier had crossed another ten yards! Only twenty to go!

Enough was enough. AU-004 had had it with these monkey fighting snakes on this monday to friday field. And clovers. And little green men who were clearly not following their own rules by employing such tactics. Or else had omitted the rules section regarding the deployment of snakes and oversized plants as a tool for delaying the enemy. Having no special skills or tactics that she could employ, 004 could only do the best she could to take down the ball carrier, and hope that her more talented and experienced teammates would be able to deal with the defenders and their shenanigans.

As the massive clover snapped up like a catapult by it's stem, 004 could only see one course of action. The broad leaves were rising too quickly to try and jump over or dodge around, but, due to the size of the clover, the stem itself was quite large, leaving a gap at the base of the plant. Dropping to the grass, she used her sprinting momentum to slide under the leaves, coming in to a roll to regain her footing on the other side.

Assuming she cleared the obstacle, she would be presented with the two defenders. The carrier was rapidly approaching the end zone, and she had no time to deal with the pair, so she could only hope to bypass them by using their height against them. Coming out of the roll she moved smoothly in to a leaping dive to sail over their heads and continue her pursuit. Should she pass them, she would use all of her speed to attempt to catch up with the ball carrier, and take him down with a diving tackle. Hopefully, her team mates could keep the rest of the little men off of her back in the meantime.

Success! Nasty little creatures had been netted...and the brief thought of taking them back to her lab for study briefly crossed Jira's mind. However, this was most likely some bizarre dream, and if it wasn't, she still didn't know if she would be going home any time soon. The idea of carting these two mini men about until god knows when wasn't appealing, considering Jira had very little body strength. So, they were abandoned with much regret. However, she was pleased to discover that her reiatsu abilities were still intact. That meant she had access to all her abilities, which opened up more options for the female-now-a-male.

Having been preoccupied with her own assailants, Jira had hoped her teammates had progressed as far as she had with dispatching the leprechauns. All was not well, it seemed. A quick glance about the field allowed her to survey the goings on. One man was trapped by snakes, another refusing to participate, while a woman was busy fighting with one leprechaun that was getting away from her. Then, the last woman was chasing after what appeared to be the ball carrier, but was facing the difficulty of two defenders.

Choosing not to help the snake-ensnared man, or the female with her fleeing prey, Jira opted to help the woman going after the ball carrier. They were several, several yards apart, Jira still relatively close to the starting point while the ball had progressed to the point of 20 yards away from the goal. Assumption was that they started at the midpoint of the field, and from Jira's guess it was about roughly 30 yards, or 27 meters, to reach the ball carrier and company. Gathering reiatsu at her feet, she proceeded to make a series of flash steps to cross the field. Since there were only four leprechauns on the field, it was likely that she would meet little resistance, as the four remaining were preoccupied with targets. Regardless of the distance, especially if one was inept with the size of the field and how far the actual ball had moved, Jira would make the appropriate amount of steps to cross the field in rapid fashion.

She noticed the bizarre happenings, the snakes and the plants, which meant the little green freaks had some kind of magic power. This was going to be annoying...ugh. Coming past the weird plant that just erupted before the female with the lovely purple eyes, Jira came to a halt. Hoping the defending leprechauns were preoccupied with the female, Jira readied an attack. Energy gathered again, and she aimed at the two leperchauns.

"Disintegrate, Black Dog of Rondanini;-"

She'd of course hope the two were grouped close enough together to share the same fate (not sure if they are e.e).

"-look upon your self and burn; tear away your own throat!-"

Jira's aim was infallible, so if her targets remained within a manageable course for her to adjust her aim should they move, and nothing else weird happened..one could dream of success!

"Bakudou no Kyuu! Geki!

A red light erupted from her hand, should nothing fail. She hoped very fervently to succeed, as this game was dissolving into ridiculousness rapidly. Snakes and plants? Weird.

Could only blink as the snakes spat the green slime into her face. If it wasn't bad enough that it was some repulsive green film, it only made matters worse that it was conjured up from the gullet of a snake. This only made the ordeal so much worse. She could hold her own in a race, a fight, and especially while drinking! Yet she was subdued by snakes. This was utterly pitiful.

"Someone get me outta here!!"

She threw her head back as tried to force her arms away from her sides, and in addition, forcing the snakes from her body. So intimidation didn't work..perhaps brute strength would. After all, her new body also gifted her with bulging muscles. Ones that she intended to put to good use. Her body thrashed about as she tensed up, making a pivotal attempt to free herself from the snakes. Maybe she wasn't such a big team player, but she could at least punt a few of those odd green men through the sky if she could make it back to her feet!

Ryosei couldn't keep up with the tempo, and as the little man did a juke, she fell down, not able to keep up and fell bre-I mean, face first into the ground. Blowing the hair out of her face, she got back up and looked as the ball had been in the air, thrown to a new person, as they still headed down in the same direction, farther and farther. Ryosei got back up and had to make up for time she lost, using her speed as the only thing she had to get down field quicker then the little men could, holding down her pelicans with one hand so they didnt get in the way. She would try a flanking maneuver, coming from the side as she started a familiar incantation. "Blind rings without shape: by them shalt thee be questioned; bow down cur of a man..."

A mid to long range fighter herself, one who, sans counting mania, would scarcely entertain the notion of tossing herself into a brawl she had no control over (the prominent factor at work, here; a lack of dominance, of the sort she could but only fathom in dreams), Kurisuna figured she ought to sit it out still, watch them all scream, struggle impotently...

Still, it was but petty violence, in the end, with nobody getting truly hurt; from her standpoint she had observed it all, from the snakes, to the spells, to that magnificent clover and to the men who could be charging past her position in the sidelines any time now... men she, with a sigh, reluctantly brought herself to face, arms folded, stance decidedly unbraced, just in case her teammates did fail miserably.

Why am I doing this.

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Edited due to glaring inaccuracy. :v

Slippery little fella, this midget was as Rei quickly kept up by moving ahead via shunpo. She knew it was impossible for her to reach the others in time, but she could at least whallop one of the opposing players. In this case, she applied a little bit more of her strength as well as concentrating a blast of cold beneath her feet as she dug in with her heels to start forming a patch of ice over the grass around her feet. It was a bit tricky but she was aiming to get a quick patch given that she had used her full Shunpo so she could be ahead of the little man.

At the same time, she was also bending a little forward, just enough that if the man tried to move around her she could spot him. And of course, she was willing her teammates to cover each other. "What I wouldn't give for a hammer right now," She glanced back to see a tall man; perhaps he was once a woman? If Rei was now a woman, it made sense that the current gender of her fellow ball players was the probable opposite. If that was the case... best to see if she could turn the man into a damn mean goalkeeper. "These little men called you ugly as sin! That you have a face like an ass!"

Granted, Rei fully believed that if the man's current features were a possible indicator of the true form, then the woman (by the first Bount, this was confusing) was obviously one hell of a looker. He may look like a man but obviously, Rei could not go by appearance for others where the gender was concerned-she made a quick vow that causing such a brief figurative headache was perfectly logical grounds for punting one of the midgets if she could grab one.

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Ryosei - 1

Clearly, Hell had broken out on the field: fellows were being tripped up, trapped and tackled left and right, and before long, there was nary a Leprechaun standing: from the ball carrier, taken low by AU-004, the ball came flying through the air in an awkward angle... to fall snugly into Kurisuna's crossed arms, it's corners nestled comfortably between his elbows.

One leprechaun struggled vainly beneath the female Mod Soul, with two others locked in place by a glowing red light; two others were busily punching one another in the face in an attempt to fight free of the net they'd been encased in, and the final fellow had abandoned the game, now more interested in sliding forward and back on a patch of ice left by some grey female.

And so was the situation! Kurisuna held the ball, with several team-mates still in play, one of which had somehow managed to get his feet but in the interim had severely instigated the snakes wrapping his limbs, causing them to vomit everywhere, and had only ninety yards to cross before the game was won!

Could he make it? Could he GO!?! ALL!?! THE!?! WAY!?!

The Mod Soul was pleased to see that her attempts to disable the ball carrier had succeeded, though she was not able to retrieve the ball itself. Fortunately, the ball seemed to travel quite neatly in to the arms of a teammate. Hopefully, the man would begin carrying it back across the field towards the enemy end zone. As she stood, 004 delivered a few swift blows to the ball carrier to ensure less resistance on the return trip, and turned to survey the chaotic battlefield.

Ice, snakes, vomit, punching and yelling were abound. 004 considered helping some of her teammates that were encountering difficulty, like the man being assaulted by snakes, but the ball was the priority. Assuming her team could keep the little men pinned with those spells, there should be minimal resistance. Hopefully. Still, it would be best to be safe. Running over to her male teammate who now possessed the ball, 004 began screening him from any potential attacks from the enemy team.

"Carry the ball to the objective. I will provide cover. Pass to me if you get in to trouble." The Mod Soul informed Kurisana, making sure to keep pace to provide protection from the enemy team.

Jira felt pretty pleased, having dispatched four leprechauns herself. It was far superior than just having smited One, not that one was bragging. She watched as the bail sailed away, and as if it were happening in slow motion, it landed quite conveniently into the arms of the anti-social man. Now Jira might have been in male form, but she still appreciated the visual feast of eye candy that was before her. With an appreciate (albeit creepy) lick of her lips, she surveyed the ball carrier. Why didn't they make them like that in Seireitei? This was, of course, before she had feasted her lusty eyes upon the glory of the snarky Dai-Kidocho, so one could not compare the two...sadly.

So far, it seemed her kidou was holding, though she didn't know if the creepy little men possessed any power to break out of the bakudou. Only time would tell, so Jira remained on the offensive, keeping a wary eye opened as she trotted after her teammate. Hopefully the tall, deliciously climbable male would feel inspired to participate now and let them out of this emerald hell.

"Yes, do go," she purred, though it probably sounded very weird coming from a man's mouth as she addressed Kurisuna. "We'll guard you, but we have to hurry, lest our little friends decide they wish to play some more." She glanced at the female, appraising her for a moment before noticing her eyes, again. They were rather pretty...and Jira had a fondness for pretty things. As for the rest of the team, she prioritized winning this game over helping them or paying attention to them. It wasn't that they weren't important, it was just a lesser importance, since none of them seemed in immediate danger. After all, the vomiting snakes didn't seem keen on biting...just vomiting.

How lovely.