Snow Fight!

[misterbrief]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Snowball free-for-all.
When: February 25th, during the Harvest Moon Valentine's Event!
Where: The road and the area between Houses 16, 19, and 27
Summary: Who knows how it started, but there's a war being waged in the street- and you've just been tagged a few times by a snowball. Join in on the fun, seek revenge, or just try to get out of the fray! Maybe make a new friend or two, you never know what will happen with those Heart Meters!
Rating: S for snow.



It was a calm day until someone decided to be a little mischievous. But accidents do happen, and one snowball lead to another until a full out war started in the middle of the village. Everyone for themselves, pelting each other, dragging the poor passerby into the chaos with either a well aimed or not-so-well aimed snowball.

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[the_dead_pool2]

[Deadpool had enjoyed some of the snow fight for awhile, before going home to change, but he came back wearing white. He still needed to get the guy back though. So he waits and watches on a roof overlooking the area, covered in snow and just waiting for the guy to approach close enough to get the jump on him. That would be a sweet way to end the day. Then he'd just pile the snow on and roll him down a hill.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash at times is too easy a target. Being his planet's most wanted man for the past twenty years you'd think he had learn wearing bright colors and being as loud as possible is not a good life choice.

Yet, that's how he's always lived. Easy to spot in the bright red coat and twice as easy as his laughter is one of the loudest in the fight.

Eventually Deadpool's patients pays off! As Vash comes close to the building as he's trying to move away from the fight. He's been at it all day now and is pretty cold. He's actually thinking about heading home as he uses the building for cover.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[Yes, wearing red in a winter fight wasn't the wisest of choices. It was just a very easily distinguished colour. Deadpool being able to survive direct explosions didn't particularly mind. He would change his outfit now and then if it suited the mission, or more likely he was bored.

He stands up carefully and quietly, making sure to not even breath. A light bit of snow gently falls down from the building as he prepares for the leap]

[goldenglasses]

[The problem. Vash is loud, bright, and easy to pick out in the crowd. The reason no one has managed to claim his sixty billion double dollar head yet his how sharp his senses are.

Most might not have noticed the gently falling snow, but Vash's sharp mind quickly rings: It's not snowing right now. Snow shouldn't be falling right now.

His head tilts slowly upwards. It's not unheard of for snow to shift on a roof during winter. Yet something in his stomach was telling him that this probably was a sign of doom.]

Hm?

[the_dead_pool2]

[That he had noticed was a bit impressive. Deadpool decides to hastily change plans and proceeds to push the pile of snow downwards as he leaps over to the other side in the same instance, landing softly at the exact time as the snow would be coming down. He'll then race over to hopefully find a certain red coated man in a pile of snow]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sees the pile of snow coming down for his head. The man who could dodge bullets at point blank range should be able to dodge that, but he had also missed seeing just what caused such a large pile of snow to come crashing down this roof. It surely seemed a lot more snow than what should be on a roof. It must be someone's trick set up for the fight and for the trouble they went to and in the sport of good fun Vash decides not to use his super human speed. Instead he just screams.]

GAHHHHHHHHH! MOMMMMMMMMY!

[Splat! Down comes the snow on top of Vash's head!]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He hears the scream and chuckles to himself as he sort of casually strolls to where Vash is]

Well well well. What did I catch today?

Time to become Frosty the Snowman redcoat.

[goldenglasses]

[Oh crap. Now Vash wishes he had dodged that pile of snow.] Aaaaahhahahahaha! Well! Hey there, good buddy! N-nice revenge there! Yup! I-I sure am Frosty the Snowman! [Vash's long arms and legs start to pinwheel just slightly as he he tries to get himself back up onto his feet.]

How about we say you win and get out of the cold, yeah? Hahaha! Yeah! Sounds great! Let's do that! Hahaha! Please?

[the_dead_pool2]

[Deadpool reacts quickly and pushes Vash back in the snow. The guy was fast, and it was better to have him on the ground for now]

I believe I said something about scrunching you into a ball and rolling you in a pile of snow? Yeah. That was me talking. We can do this the easy way and you can just go along with it and not get hurt. Or if you struggle, that'll likely end up with a buttload of pain, and believe you me, I'm fine with doing that to you.

[He pauses and chuckles a little, putting on a deeper voice]

So the question you got to ask yourself is, do you feel lucky, punk? Well do ya?

[goldenglasses]

[Well, that's a very scary sounding voice coming from behind a mask. Vash lets himself get pushed back into the snow. His mind coming up with several different ways he could get out of this just in case things get too violent, but Vash doesn't mind people seeing himself as a coward so as long as things don't get too painful for either of them he's happy taking that route.]

Ah, well, I really dislike pain. I can't even stand getting a sliver stuck in my finger. I'd really like to avoid pain if I could! But I also really don't want to be a snowman either.

Could I suggest a third options? I'll tell everyone you turned me into a snowman! I'm really sorry I hit you with a snowball! I thought you were playing in the game! I've learned my lesson! Really I have, mister! How about we just say this snowman thing happened, please?

[the_dead_pool2]

Sorry pal. I was going to lay the pain on you earlier, but I did get some amusement out of the experience all in all, so a snowman you shall be. Besides, if I just went against my word now, that would be a waste of time and effort. A mans gotta do, what a mans gotta do.

[He slaps his hands together]

Don't worry, I got a pipe so you can breath. And hey, you can leap out and surprise someone, so there is that. Of course if you want to resist, I'm down with beating the snot out of you.

[Just said matter of factly. He doesn't particularly feel there is anything wrong with that. He is giving him the option of not getting beat up, still breathing, and the option of scary the crap out of people. Really, its practically too generous all things considered]

[goldenglasses]

Gee. How kind of you. Glad to know I won't suffocate.

[Vash tries to slowly back away on his hands and knees. He's not getting away anytime soon, but he's also curious just how much Deadpool considers resisting. Could be good to know for the future.]

You know something else a man could do? Be the bigger man and let a truly sorry guy go just this one time? I hear the ladies really go for that kind of guy!

Deadpool is rather childish at heart too, just can be a bully.

[the_dead_pool2]

Yeah, I'm a real sweetheart sometimes.

[Only on very rare occasions really. It was possible, most of the time he danced on a line between jerk and doing the right thing.]

You know, that is just a blatant lie.

[And now he gathers up the snow around Vash, grappling him and forcing him to stop moving as he piles snow around him. The guy was whining a lot, but he'd even let him stay beside the building. He starts from the feet packing in the snow around tightly and begins working up on the legs.]

There we go, not so bad is it? I even got some buttons, and a hat, plus a scarf! Yeah, the scarf is pretty awesome. Just figured, hey this looks great, and it would make an awesome snowman accessory.

[It is at this point Vash might notice Deadpool has stopped actually listening in any way.]

No one likes a bully Deadpool!! Unless they're sprouting memes at the same time

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs, already long having accepted his fate of becoming a snowman ages ago, but it was worth a shot. He decides to give up on any kind of struggling so this can be done with and he can break out faster.]

Great. Just great. I hope the scarf goes with white.

And yes, this really is so bad. Oh man, I'm probably going to catch a cold. I hate being sick.

[No, Vash doesn't care that Deadpool isn't listening. He'll happily talk to himself until the snow gets to his mouth.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[And he proceeds to continue on up the chest, pausing with the snow accumulation to add in some buttons, and a little sash]

Hmmmm, that is a little bonhomme de niege. Oh well, it is that time of year. Though this is far from Quebec.

[He taps his foot a moment and pops the pipe into Vash's mouth and proceeds to wrap the scarf around his neck and then continues to pile some more snow on]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash for a moment of stubbornness wants to spit out the pipe. Then again, this may really be the only way he'll be able to breath in a moment so he hangs onto it.]

Bonhomm... what? AHHHHH COLD!

[the_dead_pool2]

[He adds more around the chest and packs it in some more and throws a hat on Vash's head. Yes this was certainly turning out nicely. He got to keep his word, and making a snowman person]

Oh, and by the way. In case you want to complain about who I am. The name is Deadpool.

[Now it was time to add some more snow on the neck and around the head. He makes sure to begin covering the whole face. Packing it all in up and around. After finishing the face, he leaves the hair since it was covered by a hat already. He makes a couple of small openings for the eyes, and a couple of holes for the ears]

Oh, and you should be able to hear or see anyone who is directly approaching if you want to make a dramatic leap out and scare the crap out of them.

[He takes a peak at where the pipe was]

Blink twice if you can't breath.

[goldenglasses]

[Deadpool. What wonderful name. At least it would be easy to remember. Vash wonders if this guy is some sort of 'take over the world' kinda guys back home but decides it's best not to ask that.

As the snow reaches around his neck and face it really starts to get cold. His leather had been doing pretty good so far keeping out the wet and cold, but once it touches he's already pretty chilled face he can't stop the shivering. He tries to focus his mind on other things. Like his gun. He's really hoping his gun is safe in it's holster under his jacket. He really doesn't want to clean that thing out again. Vash just had to clean it about twenty times last week with how many ocean trips he took during his hiccuping!

AH! Fingers at his eyes! Oh wait. He can see now. That's nice. He doesn't blink instead breaths out harder through the pipe. Yes! He can breath! Now go away crazy guy!]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He takes a look at the eyes and doesn't see any blinking so he waits a little longer. Maybe he should have gotten him some kind of snorkel. But a snorkel would look absolutely ridiculous with a snowman. It would completely melt in water, so that was no good.]

Right, since you aren't blinking I guess I'll have to perform a tracheotomy. Not really my area of expertise, but I suppose you do gotta breath.

[I think you are missing a more obvious way to get the airway going.]

Oh right. Wait, what else could I do?

[He now has a knife in hand and is sort of twirling it around]

[goldenglasses]

[WAIT! Didn't this guy say blink if he can't breath!? He can breath! Really!

Vash doesn't like the look of that knife? Should he blink? He tries to blink twice. Anything, anything to get that knife to be put away. If Deadpool thinks he'll sit still if he comes closer with that knife he'll be sorely mistaken.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[I think it was the other way around for the breathing thing man. Two blinks means he can't breath. No blinking would mean he can breath.]

That doesn't seem a sensible system. Why would I make no blinks the breathing one?

[You are kind of messed up.]

True. Point.

[He swirls around the knife in his hand absentmindedly as he has this chat with himself]

Hmmmmmm. That was two blinks wasn't it?

[He taps his foot. That was not breathing originally, or breathing? He decides for a compromise and goes and sticks his fingers where the nose would be clearing a way for the nostrils. You might get a finger up the nose there, Vash]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash was starting to think he should just bust out of this snow and make a run for it. He could probably avoid this one guy for the next... possibly forever, couldn't he?

Of course this inner debate of: to run like a coward or to sit there like a coward is interrupted when there's suddenly a finger up his nostril and another finger smacking against his nose. It's just a little painful and a lot gross at the same time.

But it was sure a heck of a lot better than the knife. Now hopefully this guy would leave and he could safely make his own escape.

Oh well, at least he wasn't having to bark like a dog naked in front of a bunch of people.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He sort of wipes off his fingers on the snow beside the snowman Vash seemingly content]

Cool. Now you can totally breath for sure. Enjoy the initial pouncing out or whatever. Lates.

[He then turns and gives a bit of a wave as he walks off spinning the knife in the other hand.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash waits for Deadpool to get out of sight. Once he is he counts a full minute then springs himself out of the snow.]

Gahhhhh! Well, Vash, what have we learned today? Don't throw snow at crazy people who have the word Dead in their name. Oh man, that was pretty scary. I didn't want my throat to get cut op-ACHOO! Ugh. I can still feel his finger in my nose. Ew.

[He brushes as much snow off and out of his hair that he can. Shivering slightly he'll also give his handgun a quick look over before heading to Good Spirits to warm up a bit, have a nice glass of whiskey, and curse Deadpool's name a few couple times.]