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[mischiefbreeder]

[The plaza is empty today, quiet, as the snow continues to bear down on the village on day four of the November snowstorm. Not a soul can be seen. Near the entrance of the plaza, at the four-way intersection, there are two large piles of snow, one on the left and one on the right. It seems so... normal.

Of course, this is Luceti. There's no such thing as "normal". The moment someone comes near the plaza, a snowball comes flying out from one of the two snow piles. Afterwards, the ones responsible reveal themselves, stepping up from behind the snow piles.]

Ready, Red? Let's get 'em!

Heh! You don't even need to ask. I've been waiting for this all day, Gold.

[You have just entered into a snowball war with Gold and couragefighter. What do?]

((ooc: Joint post with couragefighter! That's all I do these days, I guess. Order will follow as You > Gold > Red. Threadjacking is also totally allowed, and even encouraged!))

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[tsuntrader]

[Whoa whoa whoa wait snowball what-



...What are you two- why are you--

Quick! Take cover!]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold nods at Red. You go one way, he'll go the other! Gold makes his move, moving to get to an ideal position to hit Silver!]

[couragefighter.livejournal.com]

[dragoneer]

[GREAT ODIN'S RAVEN, HE JUST GOT HIT BY A SNOWBALL. And what should be even more worrisome is that Toothless did, too. Oh, oh no. No no no, this was bad, because Toothless is going to--

....yeup. Sweep his tail and send a wave of snow towards Red and Gold.

Hiccup really should carry his helmet around for these kinds of things.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[HOLY SHIT SNOW TIDAL WAAAAAAAVE]

[couragefighter.livejournal.com]

Are you all right, man!?

[seiriald]

[Oh... one of you hit her front.

And now the snow is sliding into her shirt and sweater.

Hello boys, how would you like a taste of how well she's gotten to know Kipinn, hmm? Because there's nice gust of snow coming your way.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[CRAP CRAP CRAP DUCKING DOWN]

[couragefighter.livejournal.com]

[action] going to assume spada > luca > gold > red?

[forgiatura]

[ Spada might be casually walking around with his subsultive, but that doesn't mean he's any less on guard and while he's not necessarily expecting a snowball out of nowhere he's quick to duck out of the way.

Think quick, Luca! ]

[action] sounds fair enough right

[subsultive]

[Luca's reflexes aren't as quick.

That is, they're nonexistent. So he's the one hit with the snowball, and he's not very happy about it. Thanks for your wonderful protection, Spada. He appreciates it.]

Ah-- cold!

[action]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Bullseye!]

Alright! Perfect shot, Red!

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[-SFKDJ

IT IS COLD ENOUGH OUT HERE WITHOUT THAT NONSENSE ew snow on my fur ew-]

[mischiefbreeder]

[...Oh god, we hit Mewtwo, Red. Fuuuuuck.]

[couragefighter.livejournal.com]

. . . Mewtwo! Hey!

[redheadlion]

[HIT IN THE FACE]

Oww! Geez, what was that for?

[B|]

[mischiefbreeder]

Bullsey--...

[...Is that a lion.]

[hasnobeats]

[walking, walking, walk--GETTING HIT DEAD IN THE FACE BY A SNOWBALL what even.]

W-what the... Where the hell did that come from?!

[Otonashi's just going to look around swiftly now to figure out who threw that. :|]

[nothisbrother.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD/NAOI WHAT. That came out of fuckin no where man, it even startled Naoi. But now he's pissed.

Who would dare hit Otonashi?! No one is allowed to do that! It's like a sin! God himself would never even do it! Not that Naoi would have any reason to hit his favorite person in the world. BUT STILL. He's just going to look around, hand on the holster for his gun]

Who the hell did that??

Gosh, Kyo. How ruuude. Here have another.

[moehealer]

[AND THEN THERE'S YELLOW.

Getting hit by a snowball.

Oh fuck that's cold hfskjafhskjahkfsa]

W-waaah..! [cold cold cold okay who did that. :C]

[mischiefbreeder]

[...Sorry, Red, you're on your own. Gold ducks down low behind his snowfort.]

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[See, Ven was just trying to mind his own business. Not a care in the world--

SPLAT!

Yep, that was unexpected. Ven's been nailed! And now he's quickly looking around, crouched like he's ready to roll off to the side any second now.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[No movement at all, as Ven stays crouched...

...And then suddenly, another snowball comes sailing at him!]

ROLLS ON IN LIKE A BOSS

[knightofratatosk]

[Emil has absolutely no idea what awaits him as he makes his way to the stores, his mind focused on such mundane things as what he's going to make for dinner tonight and whether or not he should pick up another bone for Dug while he's at it. In other words, the perfect victim.

HAVE AT HIM, BOYS.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[...There's an easy target... Ready, Red? HEAVING A SNOWBALL AT EMIL AND DUCKING DOWN.]