national kick a tall person day

[weenwoon]

Who: you and Hythlodaeus! Or you and any other person taller than you. Or shorter than you.
Where: errywhere around Mango City
When: October 25
What: national kick a tall person day! Get 'em in the shins!

[As you walk around the city, be it for pleasure or on some errand, there is a very good chance that you will suddenly be swarmed by tiny kids who arrive to happily kick you in the shins. Fortunately, they are still very small, so the kicks are about as effective as being slapped with a soft toy. In fact, some of them choose to press their Pokemon's paws against your ankles instead. Upon questioning, the kids happily explain: it's kick day! The day you can kick if you're small! A day of revenge, cries one of the kids!

An older child, tagging behind the group - clearly the designated babysitter, and bored of the antics, - explains that it's the National Kick A Tall Person Day. That's it, really. You kick anyone taller than you in the shins, - here she half-heartedly taps your legs with her foot, - and you can try to dodge kicks from shorter people. The toddlers love it.

There you have it. You are now free to participate in tormenting anyone taller than you! It seems like the power of the kick is fully dependent on your desire. Do you take this chance at revenge? Do you ignore it to go about your business and avoid further attacks for the day? Do you have an (ir)rational fear of getting kicked and hole up in your room for the day?

Should you try to return the kick favour, however, the kids stop you, frowning, and explain that no, you're not allowed to kick back, you're only allowed to throw the shorter people! Almost immediately, you are surrounded by children demanding you throw them up and down. Enjoy!

For those looking to extract revenge, be it for your height-related complex or for his personal transgressions, Hythlo is wandering around the city on his day off. Go get him.]

Comments

[bythefurry]

[He won't but the dread sets in.]

And you are not.

[authoriser]

Good job. Maybe you got more brain cells than the other tree.

[ As a reward, she lightly kicks his shin. ]

[bythefurry]

[Ouch. Right on a bruise.

The other tree, though... He can only really think of one person who fits the description.]

Hythlodaeus...

[Joss's stance becomes more guarded as he realizes who it is that gave the Amaurotine such a beating.]

[authoriser]

[ Sooyoung notices the difference in how Joss seems to carry himself now, and raises an eyebrow. ]

What? You want to fight?

[bythefurry]

[Joss shakes his head and very calmly, very seriously says:]

Should this escalate, I may have to toss you.

[The kids told him he was allowed, but he didn't think he'd have to resort to that.]

[authoriser]

You think you can toss me?

[ Sooyoung scoffs a little. Truly the last words of a villain. ]

I doubt that will ever happen, even with the grocery bags I'm holding.

[bythefurry]

[Joss looks at her from different angles as if to evaluate her weight, before giving his verdict.]

I've tossed heavier things.

[authoriser]

[ On one hand, it's good he didn't call her heavy. But on the other hand, she takes that as talkback she didn't ask for (she totally did), so she gets out her Cramorant. ]

Eat him.

[ He flies up and attempts to have Joss's head in his mouth. ]

[bythefurry]

[Joss didn't expect that, but he thankfully has pretty good reflexes. He grabs Cramorant by the neck with his freakishly long arms, uses the momentum to spin on one foot... and throws the poor Pokémon a fair distance away. It all happens very fast.]

No.

[authoriser]

[ That pisses off Cramorant very easily. Even though he was tossed all the way over yonder, he angrily spits out a Water Gun at full blast--right at Joss's face. ]

[bythefurry]

[Joss sproings backwards and onto the top of a lamppost, avoiding the blast. He looks pretty displeased.]

I do not think you understand the meaning of this holiday.

[He doesn't either, not really, but he's pretty sure it's not about Pokémon attacks.]

[authoriser]

Just because it's Christmas, doesn't mean you need to celebrate it.

[ Cramorant flies at Joss while shooting Water Gun. ]

[bythefurry]

[Joss jumps again, this time to the top of a nearby shop. Cramorant's water gun destroys the street light instead. Oops.]

You kicked me.

[Can't fool him, Sooyoung was totally celebrating it.]

[authoriser]

So?

[ Why not both? Sooyoung isn't even commanding Cramorant at this point and he's just doing everything on his own. This time, he dives into a park pond and when he flies back out, he spits an entire Pikachu at Joss. ]

[bythefurry]

Sounds like celebrat-

[He's interrupted by the spit-covered Pikachu flying straight at his face. What in the-

He jumps, again, but that one is close enough that a burst of static makes his hair stand on end.

Seems like this pair won't calm down anytime soon. He'd just leave, but what if they attack someone else instead? On the other hand, it's not like she's shanking people in the streets...]

Do not force me to report you to the guards.

[Seems like a good compromise. Probably not super intimidating coming from a dude in a potato sack though.]

[authoriser]

Sounds real funny, coming from someone who's wearing a potato sack. Maybe they'll arrest you for public indecency first?

[ Looks like Sooyoung has a similar idea to the meta. ]

[bythefurry]

I am fully covered.

[It's embarrassing that she pointed it out at all but look, bad fashion isn't punishable by law.

He thinks.]

Cw emeto

[authoriser]

You can be in a latex suit and it would still be considered indecent.

[ Cramorant has been stockpiling... now he just spits up gross white bile at Joss. 100 base power!!! ]

cw emeto

[bythefurry]

[Latex? Why would he even want to wear tree s- by the FURY.

It's getting harder to dodge Cramorant as the bird is getting closer - without his Echo precognition, the attacks seem to come faster than they normally would - and though he avoids getting all of his bones broken by a high pressure puke jet it catches the side of his (thankfully too large) potato sack shirt, piercing a hole into it and covering the rest in gross white residue.

Ew.]

We are done.

[Sproing. He's leaving, and going to the police. Or more accurately, he's leaving in hopes of going to the police, only to realize they might not take him seriously if he's wearing a potato sack covered in bile, but by the time he's showered and gotten dressed he's convinced himself that it wasn't that big a deal and that he shouldn't pester authorities with it, because anxiety.

Thankfully time is fake sometimes faces all look the same to him so it should be fine if he hypothetically meets her again in the woods a couple days later.]