We went on Golf

Okay,-- are you familiar with that economic golf field placed in urban area?, where open space is a spare commodity? 

Not the regular golf park, with multiple designed tracks hundred of steps long, and neatly maintained English grass fields that look like a carpet. Some have sands pitfall and some are near lakes or forest like an obstacles or boundaries that are part of the track design. As those are mostly like a park, there can be a wild animals, like seagulls, squires, duck, eagles and of course, the alligators. The entire complex can spread across several hectares, [1ha (100m x 100m)= 100a= 10.000m2] and to get from the start to the flag in hole can take a few minutes of walking. While absolving all track on the route can take hours. Sometimes, the players use those small open vehicles without a doors to get around. Those (themed park for upper class?) are mostly for the slow outside relaxation and sometimes to get in, you must be a member of that club or hanging with one. Like a businessman from one corporation trying to convince the leader of another corporation to make a deal.

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So~o, we don't talking about this type of golf field.

We are talking about one who look like a training soccer field, next/near to the main stadium, that are for the home team training purposes. This certain establishment is like a golf training ground, where player (customers) can train theirs swings without the need to follow the ball onto the field. Actually some people got there to just smash the balls with all they strength, to send that ball flying into a distance. 

After you got into this playground, you had access only to a few meter wide area spreading from wall to wall, taking the one side of the rectangle. This concluded the sidewalk, the rest area with a benches and supply stuff like a balls dispensers, wending machines, and hygiene equipment. On other side of the sidewalk were shooting positions; a personal space squares, neatly placed in line and separated by few meters. So when the player will swung the iron around itself, it will not accidentally hit someone. Further there were a white (no pass) line, that separated the players area from the wast green field, born for the golf. (Ehm…) From the economy sized wast green field.

The entire area of this establishment, (or the trio of sides of the rectangle) is fenced with a quite high wired fence, that act like a net to stop any balls that want to leave the perimeter. [We shall say, that those white ball with sphere like milling markings, are rock solid. A 100 meter shot can kill a person if it hits them into a head. And unlike the themed relaxation parks, the possible victim in urban area will hardly react or hear you shouting "Foor!!!" to take a cover.] The net itself was hanging from a like a (40 meters) tall pillars with stadium level lighting. At last someone got an idea to put the net as roof to make a max height play ground limit, because this is not the competition of who will send the ball higher.

If you want to ask about the balls left over on the field: Then every morning someone will pick them up, before taking care about the grass itself. Because the feeling or look of the English grass field is part of the sale. [No plant in the field other than a blade of grass cut at the expected height.] Or in some occasions the owner just ordered to placed an artificial grass to save money and the balls picking up was left to something like a 'Rumba'. [a short cylinder shaped carpet vacuum cleaner robot]

Lets return to those squares, neatly placed in line and separated by few meters, like a shooting slots, where the golf player, will stand; on marker, place down the pin/ nail. Place a ball on that pin. While holding the golf stick [golfClub/p, cleek, iron, wood], it will place the head of the tool next to the ball. While making a correct posture, (and maybe slightly shacking ass), it will then look into the distance to make the mental calculation of how much strength the player need to use to send the ball where it want to. Then the player will gather the strain/tension with its arms as it swung the golf stick in opposite direction that aiming, to build up the power for hit. Then in last step; it release the power, sling swung the stick back, (hitting the ball, if possible) and send that shot across the field. (In real scenario, Aiming for that hole on other side of track, marked by a flag.)

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So~o you want probably to ask: (Why I am taking so much detour to describe this scene?)

Well… because for today… a certain Hololive members rented up this entire place.

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Lets jumped into the action and focus our attention on certain duo on a (date?): Calliope Mori [Raping Raper, a workaholic daddy like tsundere.] and Kiara Takanashi [Crazy Phoenix (chicken), a professional twerker (ass shaking dancer?) and non flying fly stewardess.], were occupying one square slot as a (couple?), or as a (pair?)... Newer mind! They were there together and it was Calli turn. Kiara, as a wing men for a daddy, was acted and shouted like a cheerleader. 

So~o, Mori stepped forward onto the marked position. She put down a suspiciously large pin. And she placed on it a (ball?)…

*error?*

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She placed a golf ball on that pin? Right? Ri~ight?

(No! She dint it!)

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Wait a second! … That is not a ball at all! That is a 15 centimeters tall plushy of Bealz Hakos. [A chaos rat, harbingers of chaos, and a (little sis?) to Mori.]

Wait for another second! … That not even a plushy! That's looks like a genuine 15 centimeters tall a chiby version of Bea. [Chibi, also known as super deformation, or S.D. is a style of caricature originating in Japan, and common in anime and manga where characters are drawn in an exaggerated way, typically small and chubby with stubby limbs, oversized heads, and minimal detail. The style has found its way into the anime and manga fandom through its usage in manga works and merchandising. (wiki)]

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Did Calliope Mori fully released her leash to her desire to grab up a person of small figure, and throw it into a distance? And because we are on golf field, (economy version), we got a golf adaptation?

Same as the pink haired woman, the orange-flame haired one don't seems to bother with this setting, as she was encouraging her companion: (To make that shot; to count.)

But on other hand, Bea had this blank expression of someone who make peace with its harsh gift of fate, facing no-survive scenario. As she was staying (or sit?) on the pin, she make a declaration. "Do it! I am ready."

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The reaper make an offer to the supplement for a golf ball, that she will bind a pillow to the head of the stick.

But the rat politely refused the offer, that it will be meaningless and she want the genuine experience.

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A pop kick sound of golf stick hitting the ball echoed on the perimeter… 

And soon a panic-yelling rat flew over the grass field. 

In the end… it was a perfect shot, and the (ball?) ended up falling into that hole marked by a flag. 

We can say: That it was: 'A rat in hole one.'

After swinging that stick, Mori frozen on place, with a blissful expression on her face. Like as if she reached a state of pure happiness.

Cheerleader Kiara was praising her partner with mommy aura fully supporting her hubby. [Wife. Husband.] But if we wanted a conspirator theory: She was keeping an eye on her (target). So if the reaper accidentally manage to acquire enlightenment: The phoenix must prevent that reaper to pass out from the joy. She must prevent Mori soul to leave that (nice body), and transit into a nirvana. [Nirvana is a state of desirelessness; heaven is a state of having one's most fundamental desire (for God) fulfilled. Nirvana is a state of ultimate apathy and indifference, heaven of ultimate joy and fulfillment. (wiki)]

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If someone think that's the end of they agenda here, we shall redirect (the reader) attention onto a cardboard box on the side of the walk path, but still on theirs shooting slot square. From the noises of movement that come from it, one can suggest that there was at bunch of kittens in it.

But… A head of another 15 centimeter tall chiby was peeks out of that box and it was looking around with an interest on its face. It was Gawr Gura. [Cute Shark-Girl from Atlantis, a (senile?) hydro dynamic lolly baba.] If we look inside that box, we can see that there is a chiby Dino version of that Gura with a chiby Cat-girl version of that Gura. 

But there was also a chiby Kobo Kanaeru. [The Rain Shaman lolly; adopted child daughter of papa Mori and mommy Takanashi.]

Another chiby was Murasaki Shion [Very smug-oriented yet caring lolly magician, with a witch hat.]

Then there was a chiby La-Plus Darknesss. [Laplus Dear Highest Death Thirteen Dyna Art Of Impact Sign Emperor Lord Of The Darkness-sama. She is a (lost child?), horned lolly, leader of certain (secret?) society, whose mighty powers were sealed out.]

And the others are...

Wait a second!…

Was this box full of chiby-ies based exclusively on short female persons from Hololive corporation? Code name: (Lolly?)

A~and there once was an a question toward Mori, if she is an enjoyer of the company of a short persons. [Shotacon – short or young; boy or person. Lollycon – girl. Actually the average height of Japanese citizens is 150- 157 cm.]

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Well… After a while, the pink haired woman awake from her day dream and hand over the golf stick to her companion. Because it was her turn.

For some reason, there was a (chicken?) character wearing something like a vest/waistcoat for a fast food shop, who was hiding behind that box, with a cold sweat on its (face?).

It was a time for Kiara, to prove once for all: That chickens can fly.

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I had told you that no one shall enter that grass field for an injury prevention. But there was still a movement on it. A certain 15 cm tall, green ball was moving (returning?) toward the players area. It was a (sapling?). It was not moving to the slot where the orange-ping duo was. But it head to the next one.

Because there was Ceres Fauna. [Keeper of "Nature", a soft-spoken girl with a comforting, motherly (big sis) aura. And a cultured prankster.] She had been on her knees. No, she was siting on her feet, waiting, with opened arms, inviting that sapling to jump onto her lap.

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So that little creature passionately keeps running at its low speed, until it reach her and she pick him up.

She give him a warm hug, pat him, give kiss on a (forehead?) and she blessed him with an angelic smile of loving mother. Then she put that sapling onto a pin. Pick up that golf stick that was leaning on her side and she stand up. Then with a smile of an angel, she take the golf player pose.

Then… a pop kick sound of golf stick hitting the ball echoed on the perimeter…

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If we move our attention on the sidewalk, we can notice that Ouro Kronii [Warden of "Time", cool and passionate, with concept of perfectionists. Woman with big woman pride and also the biggest tsundere around.], walked behind the Fauna, heading towards empty slot. She was carrying a cardboard box supported by both of her hands. The box parameters were more wide that tall, so it fitted under her (massive rack?) that was on her chest.

From the box was peaking out a 15 cm tall chiby of Nanashi Mumei [A barn owl themed Guardian of "Civilization". She is stereotypicali forgetful and birdbrained.] Next to Mumei been chiby Mumei with slight different feathers on top of her head. Next to this Mumei had been chiby Mumei with different outfit… Then there was a chiby Mumei beside Mumei. And-- a chiby Mumei… A-- another chiby Mumei?... Also we shall not forget to mention the chiby Mumei wearing a plague doctor mask on her face.

Wait a second, do Kronii just had a box full of those barn owl chiby girls?

Never mind!... But we must point out that those owls chiby girls, were singing a certain Mumei stream opening song. (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) They were cute like an owls on a three, howling a melody. [hooding?]

But if we paid an attention to the context of that box, we can notice that one chiby owl got really interested into Kronii's chest pride that invited itself onto the box from above. So this one Mumei wanted to explored it, and pressed its head onto the gap, where those milk giants fight each other for a living space.

We shall also mentioned that Kronii was holding her golf stick under her armpit, pressing it against her (body?).

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A little further… On a side of peripheral sight [Like be noticed by corner of the eye]: A golf stick fled onto the grass field instead of the (ball?) as (someone) managed to mess up so badly that it lost the grip on the stick.

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For a next step, lets focus on the entrance to the player area. There was this table with a chair as if it was an attraction overseer spot, or such. It looks more like a work station to make some adjustment to the equipment used on this establishment. But, the place was vacant, no one was sitting there. At last there was this note: 'Artist on break.'

So lets look around…

Without any chance to hide, there was this (white?) fluffy snow thick cloud sitting on the floor. It was so fluffy, bouncy and spacious, that one shall desired to test this bed and fall on it like a cut down tree. That one shall desire to let his own body to sink into that cloud. Let that overflowing pieces of cloud cover that body like a quilts, duvets and bedding sets of the highest quality possible.

No wonder that a pair of brow or heavy sun tainted bare feet were already peaking out of from of that cloud. And if we glanced at the top of that fluffiness: We can see a scenery (watched from distant watchtower observatory), about two bowling ball shaped brown hill's in a distant, peaking up above the sky cover of heavy snow clouds. And the peaks of those two hills were covered by a white snow caps.

Oh,-- wait…

That's is Tsukumo Sana. [As Speaker of "Space", she is easy-going big girl, with bi~ig woman pride and apetite.] As she sunk onto that cloud bed, only those things were noticeable on the first glance.

But if we will examine that phenomenon, we can notice a (hint?) of holly halo (under?) her armpit. It nearly looks like she was hugging an angel, who offered to share this cloud bed with her.

Wait… that shape of that halo, and that incredible ability to sink into that cloud, indicate… that this person must be:…

Ninomae Ina'nis [Priestess of the Ancient Ones, smart talented artist and a pun maker.]

The scene was so peaceful that none dared to interrupt it. But... The only teeth cavity on it was this;-- suspicious smiling face on the base of this cloud, as if it was alive. It was that little perv smile of someone who (enjoyed being sit on?).

So~o, if those two are the artists (currently on break)… 

...then all those chiby-ies are… 

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[Not part of the episode: Side commentary during random Holo Council stream.]

Bea: "(Chat), be aware that this mommy, is a prankster."

Fauna tried to denied it: "I have an objection on that comment: I am not a mommy. Or a prankster."

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Bea must point out obvious: "Fauna?… Look at Crony!: She having a Post Traumatic Syndrome."

Kronii had an expression like she loosing her mind from overhearing that argument. It was nearly as she desperately wants to demand an attention. 'Excuse me?! Excuse me?!'

While Mumei watched silently. Staring at Kronii in Owl way.

Fauna hang down her head: "Dang, I had been exposed to quickly this time."

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Bea got irritated: "That tag don't reset on periodic intervals.-- Unforgivable!!"

Fauna had an excuse: "But I can definitely get away with it. I will be always forgiven, no matter what. Its a must be. A law of nature."

Bea gasped for an air understanding that she lost this argument: "I am speechless how flawless that reasoning is."