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.

Comments

[enchantressofore]

[Give her a second, she's stumbling before catching her footing. A sigh and she starts trying to brush the excess snow out of her hair with a bit of a frown.]

You seem to be having fun.

[misterbrief]

Surprisingly. I never knew getting revenge like this could be so much fun.

[He's already eyeing up his next target. Maybe he'd make that a stealth mission.]

[enchantressofore]

You would be right about that!

[You looked away for too long, Vegeta. Adela's had time to build another snowball and shoves it right down the back of his coat with absolute glee.]

[misterbrief]

[Oh that's cold cold cold cold COLD COLD COLD]

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

[He practically jumps up in the air from the shock from the snow going right down his back.]

[enchantressofore]

[Adela wants to double over laughing but part of her registers that sticking around after that is not a good idea. So she's just going to run away as fast as she can while cackling like a hyena.]

[misterbrief]

[He is turning around

packing up snow

and CHUCKING SNOWBALLS AT HER IN FURY AS SHE EXITS, TAKE THAT]

[enchantressofore]

[EEK! Those few might have hit her too hard.

In fact she goes down.

And stops moving.]

[misterbrief]

Ah-! [He stops mid-throw, a little shocked that he hit her that hard with a snowball or two. Uh...]

Hey! Don't you try to play dead, I'm not that dumb, you know!

[enchantressofore]

[A few more seconds...

And she starts shifting, an audible groan leaving her as she rubs the back of her head and sits up entirely. Gods that hurt...]

[misterbrief]

[Oops he hit her a little too hard. Hm.]

That's what you get for running! You shouldn't turn your back to the enemy like that!

[enchantressofore]

What enemy? I had thought this to be a game.

[That's a huff, and she's still rubbing her head. That's going to leave a goose egg for a while, but it doesn't seem like she's having trouble focusing on anything at least.]

[misterbrief]

Of course, but if I had the intent of killing you, you'd be dead right now. [Seriously he is just trying to pawn this blame off on anything else but him. Blame her, blame the girl he just beamed, yes.]

[enchantressofore]

One would not kill for a simple game. [Okay, going to try standing. And she stumbles a little when she does, but at least she's stable on her feet after that.]

[misterbrief]

[Holy cosmos did he hit her that hard? He didn't think he hit her that hard.]

That's not the point, I'm just making a statement, that's all. You left yourself wide open. [He walks over to her, arms still folded and watches her try to stand up.]

[enchantressofore]

I could say the same for you, considering that I managed to get snow down your back. [She isn't looking at him but at her own fingers, mentally counting off how many she sees compared to how many she's holding up. That's matching up, good... She should be okay from there. Probably.]