[closed] Everyone Gets A Trophy

[whyarewehere]

Who| Grif and Dave
What| Having a race
Where| The training room
When| After Dave's comm post
Warnings/Notes| Poor sportsmanship probably

Grif's waiting on Legion World's running track. He kind of has a bad feeling about this, considering that someone with time bullshit powers is involved and time bullshit is, by definition, bullshit. But the gauntlet has been thrown down and here he is, stupid uniform and all. Some of the new Legionnaires might make this look good, but Grif definitely isn't one of them.

Grif isn't the kind to pace, or even move much voluntarily, so he just leans against a wall until this Dave guy shows up.

He wonders exactly how much red he'll be wearing.

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[turntex]

The answer to Grif's question turns out to be 100% in various shades. Or like, 95% if you counted the black of his sneakers and shades.

The guy that eventually wanders in at a sedate pace is less of a guy and more a kid, depending on where one personally considers teenagers on the spectrum of adultness. He's fairly lanky and pale, and his red outfit (which definitely looks like it's made out of some pajamas-esque kinda material) includes a cape. Make of that what you will.

He pauses by the entrance of the training room just briefly, probably scanning the room quickly from behind his shades, before ambling over to the guy leaning against a wall in a manner that would suggest waiting.

"Sup." Hands in his pockets, Dave is the epitome of unhurried chill.

[whyarewehere]

Grif may be a fat guy in spandex, but feels comforted that at least he's not wearing pajamas and sunglasses as part of the same ensemble.

"You're seriously going with pjs as your uniform? I thought you were kidding."

No hi how are you, no oh you must be that Dave guy, just straight to the clearly witty and important observations.

[turntex]

What a greeting. Dave seems completely unphased, head tilting and lips quirking into a small smirk.

"Hey," he says, shrugging, "While you're picking wedgies in your spandex, I'll be comfy as shit. So who's the real winner here?"

[whyarewehere]

Grif rolls his eyes. "Look, I get enough shit about being lazy and I get dressed every morning."

He straightens up off the wall.

"So are we gonna talk more shit or are we gonna do this thing?"

[turntex]

"Hey, I'm always down for additional shittalking." Seriosly, don't encourage him to continue talking because he can and will go all day. Luckily, Dave shrugs, apparently unconcerned. "But if you've already hit the bottom of your barrel of insults then yeah, sure, we can go."

Turning on a heel (and he absolutely did that just for the way it makes his cape billow out a little behind him), Dave gestures for Grif to join him in the empty section in the middle of the training room.

[whyarewehere]

"I can do this all day, but I have some seriously important nothing I gotta get back to doing, alright?"

It helps that he's mostly serious about that, at least.

Grif steps up to stand even with Dave, stretching a little as he does.

"So. Should I tell the computer to time us, or is that gonna be overstepping the bounds onto your time guy turf too much?"

[turntex]

Dave remains with his hands in his pockets while Grif stretches, probably watching (but who can really tell with those shades?). Not that he was against proper training safety and avoiding pulled muscles and whatnot, but the desire to appear completely unconcerned wins out here.

Besides, he doesn't anticipate even breaking a sweat.

"I can guarantee you I'm better at keeping time than the computer," Dave said, corner of his mouth quirking upward just slightly. "But if I win and I'm also keeping time then I'm betting you'll somehow turn that into foul play. So go ahead, Uhura, get your computer to check my work."

[whyarewehere]

"Alright," said Grif. "But still. No cheating."

Because as far as he's concerned, the only way he's gonna lose this thing is through foul play.

"Here to the third marker," he says, indicating a colored band on the floor. "Computer, can I get a countdown?"

A calm, digital voice obliges and begins counting down from ten. He tenses.

[turntex]

At the starting line, Dave finally drops the coolkid pose to get ready properly. He counts down with the computer in his head, all too aware of the milliseconds in between each number.

His timing is flawless as a result. The very instant the final second ticks over, his power is activated. It's different here, but at least he's hyper-aware enough of the differences to still take efficient advantage of it. For him, it still comes down to sprinting for the goal like an ordinary scrub. But with time relevant to just himself paused, he appears to launch forward and disappear, blinking back into existence a split second later at the finish line.

Ideally, he'd have liked enough time to have a seat at the finish line, lean back and adopt a bored, lounging sort of pose. But it seems like his limit here is just a few seconds at a time, and so he settles for just getting there before his power could cut out and trying not to look like he'd just booked it over there.

[whyarewehere]

Grif goes as fast as he can, this is easy, there's now way that-

Oh.

Oh.

He blurs past the impromptu finish line and has to slow down and stop before he can express this outrage.

"Oh come on, what did I just say?!" he shouts, gesticulating furiously at how clearly he has just lost this.

[turntex]

The blur of a person speeding past him is a little anxiety-inducing, honestly. It's too reminiscent of Bro's flashstepping, evocative of past strifes and getting his ass kicked. But Dave's good at keeping his cool and simply frowns and takes a neat step back, hands slipping right back into his pockets.

"Didn't we establish that powers are fair game?" he drawls, chin lifting slightly.

[whyarewehere]

"But time powers are definitely bullshit! I thought that was clear!"

Except for the part where it wasn't at all.

Maybe it's a stupid thing to get upset about, but most of Grif's life has been stupid up to this point and he is pretty sure it's going to continue to be stupid off into the sunset. The Speed Thing is the one good thing he has going for him here, it doesn't feel great to get shown up on that.