Truth Or Dare
Written as part of my prep for Mayblade, a team bonding scene prior to the Bladebreakers match with the Demolition Boys
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In the hours after they returned from the lake and after they’d all thawed out from the cold, the Bladebreakers gathered in their hotel room with snacks Kai had fetched them from the closest convenience store.
“Take all my rupees,” Tyson had declared. “I offer it all in the name of snacks.”
Tyson’s cash had been enough for two whole boxes of snacks, including popcorn, American candy and an assortment of Russian delicacies that Steph had never seen before, but she quickly recognised the picture of a peppermint leaf on a chocolate bar and snatched it up.
Becky found a bowl and popped the popcorn in the microwave. “Let’s play truth or dare,” she suggested.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Steph said hesitantly. “We need to concentrate on being a team tonight, not almost killing each other.”
“Aww, don’t be a buzzkill,” Tyson jeered, nudging her in the ribs gently to assure her he was only teasing. “Daring your friends to do reckless stuff is how some of the best friendships are made.”
“He has a point,” Ray agreed with a shrug. “But maybe we should agree now that no one gets dared to steal anything.”
“Fair point,” Max agreed, “can’t beat the Demolition Boys from prison.”
“Unless they end up in prison too,” Becky added. “Oooh, that’s an idea…”
“No,” Kai said, in his most serious, no nonsense voice. “No one is going to jail. But otherwise Truth of Dare is a good idea.”
Steph scowled at him. “I warned you,” she said.
It wasn’t as terrible as she thought it would be. They learned the truth about Ray’s fear of werewolves, dared Tyson to eat his popcorn out of his hat and Max was forced to stuff as many Oreos in his mouth as he could at once. After almost choking down the last one, he rounded on Steph.
“Steph’s up,” he declared, far too cheerfully for the Italian beyblader’s liking. “Truth or dare?”
Steph hesitated, then as she caught sight of Becky, looking far too happy as she munched on a handful of popcorn, a wicked idea occurred to her. “Truth,” she said and grinned. “Becky’s not a real blonde.”
Tyson, Max and Ray gasped and the room fell silent as Becky looked up, her hand buried into the popcorn bucket. She met Steph’s gaze, and for a fleeting moment, Steph wondered if she might have gone a step too far. Then all of a sudden, Becky raised her popcorn filled hand and launched the popped kernals in her cousin’s direction and chaos ensued.
“Blasphemy!” Becky roared as popcorn went everywhere and Steph ducked behind Tyson, using his body as a shield.
“Why am I getting dragged into this?” Tyson yelped helplessly.
“I call foul play!” Becky went on, this time upending the entire bucket of popcorn on top of them both. “The truth is supposed to be about you!” She whirled around, empty popcorn bucket in hand causing both Max and Ray to duck for cover as she turned to their captain for reason. “Referee, a decision please?”
Kai took a moment to deliberate then, with a wicked grin, declared, “I’ll allow it.”
“TRAITOR!” Becky bellowed, and launched the popcorn bucket at her captain.
“Oho,” Ray winced sympathetically as Kai swore, ducking behind the couch as Becky descended on him, taking up a cushion as her new weapon. “He’s caused a mutiny.”
“Guess that means we have a decision to make,” Max decduced, as he too took up a pillow. Then he grinned at his teammates. “Well, are we a team or not?”
Tyson, Ray and Steph exchanged glances, then in silent agreement they nodded and armed themselves with pillows and blankets (and even a bag of skittles in Steph’s case.
“MUTINY!” Tyson bellowed as he led the charge, Becky cheering madly.
Kai realised his mistake all too late as he covered his head with his arms as the onslaught began. “Guys, wait - let’s talk about this!” he wailed helplessly.
But it was no use, he realised dismally. After the incident at the lake, the Bladebreakers were indeed a team, and a force to be reckoned with. As Kai was pelted with pillow after pillow and skittles rained from the ceiling, he knew for certain that whatever the Demolition Boys threw at them tomorrow, they would face it as a tea
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"Show me what you've got, Kinomiya!"
Recently I finished rewatching Beyblade and was remembered on how influential the show was on me. Not only personally but also artistically. I vividly remember how I ran home from school in order to watch Beyblade at 3'o Clock, not to miss a single episode. There was something about this show that just hooked me. The battles, the music. The characters. After G-Revolution I drew my own comics with the characters. Of their own battles, their own interpersonal struggles and it was my very first AU. (lets say I wasn't too happy with Dranzers Faith in G-Revolution and I wanted to draw a happier ending).
It also brought me and the neighbourkids together , as they were obsessed with Beyblade as well and we replayed the episodes on the playground while we argued who will be Kai in the end. (we did the same with Digimon, especially with Digimon Frontier, but that's a story for another day.) In Winter I tried to wear my scarf like Kai and I looked ridiculous but personally I related to him the most as a kid. I still do as an adult. I burn for art in a similar way as Kai and Tyson burn for Beyblade. But like Kai, I'm also a person who does not speak much and is rather on the introverted and calmer side. I rather like my work to speak for myself rather than the words that come out of my mouth. (but if you speak about art around me, make sure I won't shut up about it )
Anyway. In order to show my love, I decided to draw this Fanart. I chose that very iconic place from episode one, where Kai and Tyson meet for the very first time. However, except of drawing all the other Kids, I decided to draw the Bladebreakerz. I tried to capture the anticipation before the battle, the tension, the excitment. Almost a similar feeling I have whenever I start a new artwork.
What was your favorite show while growing up? And if it's also Beyblade, who is your favorite character :)?
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Mayblade Day 11: Music
“Not this again,” Becky grumbled, glaring at the fluorescent yellow bluetooth speaker that lay carelessly abandoned on the beach in front of them, blasting the lyrics to a pop rock song from a sequel movie the team knew all too well.
“How come every eighties movie has to get a sequel this century?” Tyson grumbled.
“And how come your brother has to make us watch every sequel?” Steph groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was far to early for Hiro’s shennanigans. If he had brought a speaker to their impromptu training session, it could only mean one thing.
“Heads up,” their coaches voice was unwelcomingly cheerful at such an early hour of the morning as he tossed a soccer ball towards them, hitting an unsuspecting Max squarely in the back of the head.
“Ow,” the American grumbled, rubbing his head.
Hiro grinned. “I gave you fair warning,” he said. “I think I’ll pick the teams today. How about … Kai, Tyson, Steph and Daichi on one team, and Ray, Max, Hilary and Becky on the other.”
Too groggy from sleep to argue, the Bladebreakers divided themselves as instructed. Ordinarily, Hiro would have scolded them for their lack of enthusiasm for his team building activities - but this time he had an ace up his sleeve to get them interested.
“Winning team gets an all you can eat buffet breakfast!”
“Out of the way Max,” Tyson exclaimed, snatching up the ball from the sand and taking off down the beach. “That buffet has my name on it!”
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But I ain't worried 'bout it right now (right now)
Keeping dreams alive (hey!), 1999, heroes
I ain't worried 'bout it right now (right now)
Swimmin' in the floods (hey!), dancing on the clouds below
I ain't worried 'bout it
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