bakerstreet | Snow Day

[ Seychelles tightens her fingers around the doorknob and twists it as far as it will go, but when silence greets her instead of the click she expects, her eyes widen. ]

Eh? This is some kind of joke, right? R-Right?

[ Yet, rather than believe that she might actually be stuck in the cold and rainy dwelling England calls home without definite proof, Seychelles decides to give the door another go -- and another, and another, and... ]

[Meanwhile, all is chaos. Even just a bit of snow causes frustrations ~~and stupid drivers and idiotic panic~~ but this? This is a bloody disaster. It seems he's on the phone with his boss while at the same time trying to warm himself in front of the fireplace. A cold snap unprecedented for at least seventy years--encasing the Isles in abnormally snowy weather for this century--has this prickly island shivering to his bones.

At last he manages to get away--to hang up at least, and he sets his mobile phone aside while he rubs his hands in front of that blessed flickering warmth.]

I-I--N-no, no it would be a very cruel one if it was! This is beyond anything I might do...

[... OH! How thoughtless of him--!] I'm very sorry about this. It hasn't been this cold in at least a century. C-can I ah-- can I fetch you anything else?

[ One part of Seychelles hesitates to accept England's denial of responsibility, given the fact that he is the same man who snapped a collar (of all things!) on her the first time they met. But another part of her knows that the times -- and attitudes -- have changed since then, and so for the time being she decides to allow him the benefit of the doubt. ]

How about we have a few cups of cocoa while we wait this storm out? I think we could both use something warm right now. [ Especially Seychelles, who, despite her fascination with winter, thinks anything below 24°C is too cold. ]

Y-yes. [His teeth are chattering. Would he really inflict something like this on himself?

... Not on purpose. ~~He's done a lot of things in his younger days he wouldn't do now, of course. Youthful stupidity and ambition and all that.~~] Th-that's. A good idea. I-I'll fetch us s-some cocoa and a b-bag of biscuits.

[While Arthur shuffles to his kitchen, a fluffy Scottish fold trots over to Seychelles and sniffs the floor around her feet.]

[ Finally. Finally! SNOW! Just what Belarus needs: an endless supply of ammunition. Hiding behind a makeshift fortress made out of some bushes and compacted snow, with a small mountain of snow balls beside, she waits. When the first nation steps out of the building, earlier having hosted the world meeting, one 'white bullet' goes flying, aiming straight for its target.

Good day, England! Have another snow ball. See if you can dodge quick enough. ]

[Alas, England is far too wrapped up in thinking about listing all the grievances he has against America and China to notice the impending attack until it's too late--

WHAM!!

It clocks him right in the head and he tips over, falling straight into the nearest bank of snow.]

Oh my GOD--! Really? Really?! Who the bloody hell-- [dusting himself off, he jumps to his feet. Once he finds the culprit, oooh...]

[ Belarus grins behind the safety of the bushes. So it turns out that England is her first victim. Not bad for a start.

She waits until the other nation is back on his feet, then she lobes more snow balls. Two at once this time. ]

[WHACK. WHACK. Rapidfire succession. This time he was ready--or so he thought. He's dodged the first and hit by the second, but this time he only stumbles.]

Alright, that's it--!! I'm coming over there!

[He is so coming over there.]

[ Oh! England is tougher than he looks! Perhaps she needs a larger snow ball. So Belarus quickly gets down to gathering and packing one.

When England is close enough, she stands, a snow ball the size of a large fist in her palm. She swings her arm back, an evil gleam in her eyes, ready to throw. ]

You should at least announce yourself before engaging in a ruddy game of--[And as soon as Belarus is in sight, England freezes midstep. The fires of his irritation have been doused by the cold of the snow (and also fear).]

--Belarus. H-hullo!!

[ Well, she's announcing herself now with her presence. In reply to England's greeting, she gives a subtle nod of her head. Her rare politeness is, of course, ruined by the large snow ball heading England's way.

Except, she has forgotten that the heavier the projectile is, the shorter its trajectory. Hence the snow ball failing to reach its aim, falling instead at England's feet.

Darn it! ]

Y-you know what! I--I'm going to go-- That way-- y-you know, elsewhere...

[BACKING AWAY]

[ Immediately, she points a warning finger at England, eyes narrowed. ]

Stop!

Do. Not. Move.

[ A long silence.

Then she bends to grab some smaller snow balls. If the other nation is smart enough, he would take advantage of her distraction and make his escape. ]

[England is running...

To the opposite hedges where he's packing snowballs as quickly as he can.]

[ Belarus, seeing England run, starts to give chase. And, belatedly realising what the other nation is doing, dashes back to her fortress once more.

World War III has just been officially declared! Now it's a matter of who throw the first ball out. ]

[That would be England, in retaliation for the first three from Belarus. He knows he's going to regret this later, but in all fairness she started it.

~~He's clearly at the epitome of maturity.~~]

[ When it comes to snow ball fights, who isn't? Better not involve either Russia or America yet. *cough*

Anyway, back to the present. England's snow ball flies, and hits its target. Belarus feels the first thud of it against her right shoulder. But that's fine, because she's now behind her fortress, glaring daggers at England.

In quick succession, she throws at least four snow balls, as hard as possible, toward where England is hiding, more to scare him than really aiming at the nation. ]

[ m/m for smut ]

Edited 2013-11-02 03:45 (UTC)

[Darren's walking the street, hands jammed in his pockets. he doesn't look quite prepared for the weather - he's in a leather jacket, jeans, motorcycle boots, and a red scarf - but he doesn't look bothered, either. he seems more interested in looking around at the streets themselves, and the people who might be brave or stupid enough to be out on them, too]

[ it's cold why is he here 8'( ]

[ Hopefully Wan doesn't mind some company from the moon spirit. She noticed him in the snow and decided to follow him. Though something kept her from going right up to him. Maybe she was too shy to show herself?

She'll just follow him for now. ]

[ Wan might not look it, Moon Spirit, but he's pretty mischievous. Upon noticing a presence following him, he decides to have a little fun, thinking it's one of his old friends. All he has to go off is the soft crunch of snow echoing his own footsteps.

After a bit, he decides to round a thicker tree, using it to temporarily confuse her as he ducks to scoop up a generous amount of snow. Packing it together, he rounds it in his palm and darts around the tree to quickly ambush Yue.

He doesn't even look before he throws, so before he can even see that it's a beautiful princess, he lands the messy snowball square on the back of her head.

Oops. ]

[ She was slowly walking closer when he seemed to just disappear. Where did that boy go? Before she even realized where he went there was a snowball flying right at her head. She stumbles forward and yelps loudly. ]

Ouch!...

[ She turns around to see who threw the snowball at her. ]

Huh?! O-oh!! Sorry!! I thought.... [ unable to save face, all wan can do is fidget around and flail his hands. ]

[ She stares at him for a good long time before standing up straight. She can't help it, she just starts laughing. ]

[ huh... He just looks a bit dumbfounded by her reaction, but he's relieved. He tries to smile through a grimace, shoulders crawling up to his ears as he tries to force out a laugh that matches here's. ]

I should have known the attack came from a playful person like you.

[ She slowly makes her way closer to him. ]

[ Oh no, she's coming closer. He boldly meets her eye, trying his best to remain dignified in face of a very famous spirit, but ultimately fails since he's bad at hiding emotion. He flashes a grin in recognition of what she says. ]

I didn't mean to... But it was a pretty good shot, wasn't it?

It was a pretty good shot...

[ She moves closer to him. ]

I was impressed actually. Shocked but impressed.

[ Wow! She's so laid back!! It's not what he's used to, especially with the kind of demeanor she carries, but he decides to take advantage of her patience and roll with it.

He will recoil if she gets too close however. It's been a very long time since he last spoke to someone that vaguely resembled a woman. ]

Uh -- you weren't following me because you needed something, were you? Because - because I'd love to help if you were!

[ He considers allowing her revenge for the snowball attack, but... yeah, nah! That's not necessary. ]

[ She frowns a little and shakes her head, her movements finally slow down to a halt. ]

No.. I do not need anything. It is just that... you seemed lonely. Perhaps I read things wrong, but I thought... perhaps this man needs some company.

Lonely? Not a chance! ... [ He crosses his arms confidently now that she's not edging closer. But his smile wavers... ]

Wait. You're not going to leave if it turned out I wasn't lonely, right? [ Because he kind of DOES like the company. She's the first pretty face he's seen since... well, since he looked in the mirror! ]

Well after having a snowball thrown at me, I'm not certain you'd even like my company.

[ Her tone was teasing. She wasn't really mad, and she didn't plan on leaving him just yet. ]

If it'll make you feel better, you can throw one at me! [ He thrusts out his arms with some dramatic flare, craning his neck and looking up towards the sky! ] Come on! Don't hold back!

I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hit you that hard.

[ Despite that she starts laughing again and bends over to pick up some snow. ]

Well, that's just not as fun, then. [ He gives a mock sigh, dropping his chin! He's busy bracing himself. He hates the cold! What can he say? He's from the Fire Lionturtly after all. ]

[ She starts balling it up but instead of throwing it at him she runs toward him and pushes the snow down the back of his outfit instead. ]

[ Well... he certainly wasn't expecting that!!! Seeing her run at him, he throws his arms out, prepared to create a wall between them. But she flattens against them and all he can do is begrudgingly accept his punishment.

He still jumps about three feet in the air with a yelp when she shoves that snow down his robes, though. ]

[ She laughs more. ]

I couldn't help it, I'm sorry.

Aahah. [ He shudders, rolling his shoulders in repeated circular motions. He wraps his arms around himself, rubbing his hands over his arms like he's freezing. ] I guess it's only fair.

Now we are even, yes?

I hope so.

So... would you still like the company?

If you wouldn't mind. Buuut, I can't promise you that you'll be safe from more snowball attacks.

I guess that is just the risk I am going to have to take. I would like to stay with you a little while longer if that is okay...

Maybe I wasn't the one that was lonely, huh? [ NUDGE, NUDGE. He attempts to usher her through the snow so they can continue walking! ]

[ She flushes a little and continues following him. ]

It does get quite lonely sometimes. especially when not many travelers enjoy walking at night...

You think they're afraid of the dark?

If they are, I am not doing my job very well.

Oh - I - I didn't mean to imply... [ Nervous grin. ]

For what it's worth, I know a lot of people think the moon is very beautiful!

You're pretty hard to miss. I have no idea how you managed to sneak up on me. Well, you tried to, anyway.

Wan... you are very kind.

You think so? [ Oh, that caught him off guard. He practically has to bite back a grimace as his eyes flicker towards her. ]

You have a very good heart. I can feel it.

You can...? That's not one of your powers as the moon, is it?

No I don't believe so. I suppose it's left over feelings from when I once was human.

A left over feeling, huh? [ He repeats the idea fondly, unable to shake the feeling that this girl reminds him a lot of Raava. A nicer... meeker Raava, but she's one of few "people" whoever praised him like that. ] Thanks. You know, you're not so bad yourself.

[ She can't help but smile at that. Wan was a really sweet person. And he kind of reminded her of someone too. ]

Not too bad, huh? I'm glad you feel that way.

[ It must be Aang she's thinking of. ]

You should get more visitors. I'm a little disappointed to hear no one crosses these parts more often. I'm sure it's the cold that deters him rather than the dark.

A little darkness can't hurt anyone, but a tiny bite from the frost can.

It doesn't seem to be hurting you too much. [ She gives him a playful nudge. ]

It hurt me plenty when you shoved all that snow down my back. I can still feel it melting... [ He rubs his shoulder like that nudge hurt!!! He looks all pouty and pathetic. ]

It hurt worse being an innocent spirit wandering about when all of a sudden a snowball is thrown at my head.

[ LIFTING UP A FINGER. Opening his mouth. But he ends up just giving her a defeated smile. ]

Point is, no one likes being cold.

No I suppose not, unless you were a snowman.

A snowman. You ever make one of those? [ He never got to, considering how he grew up. ]

I never made one myself, but it always seemed enjoyable for the children in my home.

I didn't grow up with snow -- seems like I was missing out. [ He bends to reach for a scoop! But he won't throw it at you, Yue... ]

Would you like to partake in such an activity as snow man building with me?

I don't see why not! There's nothing stopping us. [ packin that snowball, gettin' ready to roll it. ] How do we do this?

Well I believe we make a few large balls of snow and make faces on them.

[ He hands her the snowball!! And raises an eyebrow expectantly. ]

[ She takes the snowball and then looks at him. Well... she can try to get this bigger. She puts it down in the snow and attempts to roll up more snow onto it. ]

[ Wan is a cheater. After handing her the snowball, he turns to bend... the snow, having to concentrate more than usual to keep the consistency soft. He'll walk past her as he bends the snow into a ball and rolls it around the area, crossing her path and diagonally!! ]

[ She looks up and watches him. She laughs and gives him a playful look with her hand on her hip. ]

Heheh... [ He flashes a sheepish grin as he wriggles his fingers out in front of him, still making motions and rolling the snowball into ...a gigantic one. It's going to be bigger than Yue. ] This seemed a lot better than getting my fingers frozen.

I guess for someone who isn't used to the snow I will allow it.

[ Walking up to her, he gently takes a hold of her hand, squeezing his fingers around her own. ]

Your fingers are like ice. Do you want a break?

O-oh I hadn't really noticed... We could if you would like.

[ Her cheeks tint a little with color. ]

[ No problem! He releases her hands, flicking his fingers out to ignite a bit of fire above them. ]

[ She stares in awe for a moment and the n gives him a warm smile. ]

You are far too kind...

It's the least I can do. Better? [ He drops his hands promptly, flashing another wide smile. ]

Much better... I can already feel warmer.

Glad I can help! [ It's his job after all. He waves her off and returns to bending... the ball, but it's just so big... They're going to make the biggest snowman ever. ]

[ She watches him bending the whole time with a curious look on her face. ]

[ He notices after a while and stops. ] Uh... Think I went a bit overboard?

Not at all! I might take a while making the head though.

I can give you a hand?

I'd like that I think.

Sounds good to me. Ready? [ He leans over to brace his hands against the snowball she had been rolling! ]

[ Whoops. she's in his way now isn't she. She stumbles back a little to watch him work. ]

[ He'll be panting after some time of rolling and when he feels his back ache a bit from leaning down for so long, he stops to stand and stretch back. ] Yue -- [PANT] do you [pant] wanna give me a hand now? [ Panting. The ball is wide enough that they can both fit together and roll! ]

R-right of course!

[ She quickly moves to one side of the giant snowball and moves her hands to it to help. ]

You really are impressive you know?

In the good way or bad way? [ He figures the good way, but it doesn't hurt to ask. He tries to keep to her pace, not wanting to go too fast. He's a sexist gentleman. ]

Of course in a good way, Wan. Why would it be anything but?

Well, I guess I just don't get what's so impressive about rolling a big snowball.

It's impressive for those of us who don't have powers.

What, it's impressive I'm not lazy?

What do you mean by that?

Hey! Wan!

[Launching a snow ball at the other, Korra looked quite pleased with herself as Naga stood behind her, the polar dog's ears perking a bit as her tail wagged. The young woman had another snowball at ready and plenty more to come after that, considering how easy it was for her to make them, but she'd give him a fair chance.

For now.]

[ Well, what can Wan do? He was caught off guard and the snowball came hurdling towards him too fast for him to act. He gets caught, getting his square in the face. Hard enough that he stumbles back with a muffled sound of incredulity. Before Korra can launch the other, he dives to duck behind Mula, wiping at his face. ]

Th-thanks for the warning.

[Korra couldn't help but grin now, a hand resting on her hip.]

I called out didn't I?

[The snowball she was tossing up and down in her other hand ceased motion and she turned to throw it as well with the intent to avoid Mula and just nail Wan again--

But that might be easier said than done.]

Not up for the challenge?

[ Mula, upon noticing Korra throwing a snowball their way, simply moves to step out of the way. And the snowball lands right at his neck. Jumping with a yelp, Wan quickly dusts the snow off of his chest, skipping from side to side as he mutters "cold, cold, cold, cold" to himself. ]

I'm warning you, Korra! You're gonna get it!

[That gets Korra laughing, the girl practically doubling over as she wraps her arms around her stomach.]

Oh yeah? You talk a pretty big game, Wan! I think you're all talk~

[ Shuddering, he hisses through his teeth and ducks down to scoop up a chunk of snow, packing it and rolling it into a nicely shaped ball. ]

Go ahead! Run for cover while you can.

Run? Why would I run?

[She grins and scoops up more snow, ducking behind Naga to use the creature as a shield.

Though Naga's probably going to have the same feelings on this as Mula did.]

It's not like you can actually hit me or anything~!

[ You're not... the only avatar here, Korra. Using air to propel him up skyward, Wan mimics the moves of a pitcher as he hurls the snowball toward her, effectively making her "shield" useless. ]

[Snow. He's never really seen the white stuff before and the short Twilight will be getting his fill of the stuff without much thought to what he's wearing. The hoody and long camo pants help insulate some but he's so tiny and lacks the body fat to make it last. Even his combat boots don't keep his toes warm long, hell they barely have grip, hitting a patch of ice sends him flailing into a snow drift.

Soon he's cold, wet and slowly finding his extremities getting too tingly for his liking. It's weird and uncomfortable so he'll be shuffling into the nearest building for warmth. That place just so happens to be HOMRA.

To anyone inside, it'll look like an unfamiliar 12 year old just walked into a bar. He shudders and shakes the snow off of himself at the door. He'll stomp his feet to get what's caked in his tread and wander in past the threshold, pulling his hoody back to reveal a full head of dread-locks and a young freckled face. He looks around the bar to try and find a heater or a vent or something to try and warm his hands. He's not wearing gloves and needs to get the feeling back in his fingers.]

Man it's really coming down out there.

[That voice? Not at all what you'd expect. He sounds like an adult. He's 21 in fact, not like he has any ID other than the dog tags jingling around his neck.]

[ oh, a new customer -- and kusanagi, trapped in the middle of a restocking emergency elsewhere, isn't even around to see him.

in retrospect, they really should have flipped the "OPEN" sign on the door.

these thoughts hit mikoto as he's drowsing on the bar's sofa. his wrist slides from his eyes; sleepy and indifferent, he blinks over. ]

Hah. Is it?

Yeah it's... [Well, gesturing to the nearest window. He immediately puts his hands back over the warmth though.]

Have you been sleeping all day or something? The weather outside is kinda hard to ignore.

.

[ what the hell. why is it snowing right now, he wants to sit outside and smoke. instead, oriya is bundled and puffed up like a particularly annoyed bird, huddled near the entrance to his room as he stares suspiciously out into the white yard.

he glances a little sideways at the pale man at his side, eyes narrowing suspiciously. ] I'm blaming you. [ he breathes out an unsteady stream of smoke, still shivering despite himself, teeth gripping the end of his kiseru. it's not worth it to be a smoker right now. ] The weather was fine earlier.

[ Muraki looks up from the tea bowl cupped in his hands and an innocent look crosses his pale face.]

I admit, I had been thinking of a winter's day when we were younger; perhaps that thought became a wish and the wish became a spell. I do sometimes... lose my grip on a spell.

[ooc: mind a warden?]

[ Oh goodness yes pls! ]

[The snow sweeps in without warning, trapping them in Redcliff. The snow storm is so intense that they cannot leave the castle. Aedan is somewhat restless being trapped when there's so much left to do. He starts wandering the halls of the castle, looking for a companion to keep him company.]

[ Typically, the witch holds herself apart from the others, preferring to observe more often than to... participate. But tonight, there's only so much observation that can be done, trapped as they are, before one begins to grow restless. Particularly since, if she's to be honest with herself, the feeling of being trapped is one that's never sat well with Morrigan.

So tonight, Morrigan does more than observe. Her path "coincidentally" happens to cross Alistair's, driving him to nearly risk life an limb in the snowstorm just to be far from her. Sten remains impassive as she dictates to him the various ways they might pass the time together. Zevran proves to be a nearly interesting distraction for a short while, perhaps a testament to her need of distraction. Leliana, she avoids entirely. Wynne, too, for the matter. And at one point, much to her great disgust, Oghren manages to find her.

Still shuddering and with half a mind to bathe after the ordeal, Morrigan makes to retreat to the second storey -- as far away from the kitchens as she can manage. It's at the bottom of the stairway that she hears a distinctive scuff of boots on stone descending the steps. Folding her arms, she stops there, as silent and still as the Wilds themselves on a darkened night. Only when Aedan himself appears does she speak. ]

And so the storm continues without end in sight, trapping us here as surely as any cage. There's little reason, I suppose, to point out whom it was among our band of altruists that suggested we disregard this fool's errand entirely. [ Spoiler alert: it was her. ]

Maker's breath! [Aedan jumps back at Morrigan's voice from the shadows. He's certain the mage is a mage and not actually a rogue but sometimes the way she hides is dangerously close to one. He really needs to pay more attention instead of getting lost in thought.]

Zevran is not an altruist. I don't think Oghren knows what the word means. [He does his best to act calm after the scare. He's certain Morrigan already thinks he's a fool and he's trying his best not to further that assumption. He's a bit of a puppy dog, yes, but he's not daft.] Either way, there's no disregarding a Blight. We're simply delayed and it gives us time to plan.

[Oh you've got to be kidding.

Of all the people to be stuck in a building with, it had to be this snob. Not that she minded being stuck inside during a snow storm of course. At least there was some warmth to be had in here and if need be she could easily attempt to light a fire somewhere as long as she managed to control it and not burn the actual structure down.

However, if she was going to be stuck in here for a while with Kayneth she was going to have make nice with him up until their time trapped in here was over.]

...Are you warm enough?

[Kayneth's reading a book that he happened to have with him, ignoring her, but when she speaks, he glances up.]

Yes, I'm fine.

[He's using his magecraft to maintain his body heat, so he isn't experiencing any discomfort at all. (It's so nice that he offered to help her--oh wait, he didn't.) He could also manipulate the snow, but he isn't interested in dealing with a blizzard. It would drain too much of his energy, and for what purpose? No, he's fine with waiting it out. For now.

Not that he enjoys being stuck here, or enjoys being faced with obstacles he can't immediately overcome. But he's going to pretend it's fine rather than railing against blizzards or admitting that they can best him.]

[Well at least someone was smart enough to bring along something to occupy his time. Saft on the other hand had nothing with her to distract her from waiting - Unless?

True Saft could make a fire if she wanted, the only thing was actually trying to make it without setting anything important alight, She's still fairly new to practicing her magics and to be honest, she's not exactly great at it. So for now she sits on the floor, crosses her legs, closes her eyes and concentrates on making a small flame sit on the palm of her hand...

This should come naturally to any young dragon of Saft's age only with the slight handicap she has there might be a few hiccups to face. Is that book flame proof Kayneth?]

[Kayneth's book wasn't exactly fireproof, but Volumen Hydragyrum was, and at the first sign of any danger to Kayneth--such as foreign magic, or the stirrings of it, it quivered and rose, ready to protect its master.

Kayneth narrowed his eyes.]

Please, spare me the work of amateurs. What are you trying to do?

If you must know, I'm trying to warm myself up.

[The complicated way apparently.]

In my dragon form, fire comes naturally to me but when I'm like this it's a little trickier to master it. Zephyr, It takes even the most skilled dragons a long time maintaining a flame in their human forms...

It's a little harder for me seeing as I'm a half-blood.

Is that all?

[Without warning, the temperature in the room immediately rose quite a few degrees.]

I'm not interested in your excuses. Now you can desist.

[There, problem solved. It's great to be a powerful magus!]

[Well, he didn't have to be so rude about it - but she's grateful the room's heated up, even if it is all thanks to him.]

...Well I could still use the practice.

[She huffs and folds her arms, staring out the window back at the snow.]

Practice on your own time.

[Not while trapped with him during a snowstorm!]

If you burn this place down, I am not helping you.

Well I have to do something to pass the time, especially since one of us here here isn't exactly in a social-ish mood.

[Oh look, he has a book. Maybe if Kayneth's feeling nice he'll let Saft read it once he's finished. That is if it's worth reading.]

...What are you reading?

Well, I'm sorry I'm not here for your entertainment. How painful that must be for you.

[He doesn't sound very sorry...]

It's an ancient text on spiritual evocation.

[Great light reading!]

You know I've stayed quiet for a while now, But if I'm absolutley honest with you, I think this "Oh so high and mighty" act of yours is only going to get you so far.

How can you even develop a relationship of any sort with anyone if you're going to put up a wall everytime someone tries to start a conversation with you?

[He's engaged right? Not that Saft knows anything about that - but you would think he'd at least to try and make nice with another member of the opposite sex or something. Hell maybe engaging in a conversation with someone else for once might give him some pointers on how to speak to other people without coming off as the world's biggest prude.]

And by the way? Some mage you are - you haven't even managed to get us out of here yet. Which means you either aren't as great as you make out to be or you actually want to spend time with me.

So what is it?

Ah, have I offended you? What a shame. For your information, I have a number of colleagues and associates, as well as people I am more than willing to speak to. You simply aren't among their number.

I'm not interested in wasting time and energy on dispelling a storm that puts me in no real danger. It will pass.

What do you mean, "so what is it"? I told you what it is. It's a piece of writing on magecraft. As it's rather esoteric, I doubt it would be of interest to you.

The sooner the better.

[She snorts and then turns her back on him and goes back to staring out the window. He knew perfectly well what she was getting at and instead he chose to taunt the girl by ignoring her query all together.]

[Kayneth was good at taunting and ignoring people. It would be a shame to let such excellent skills go to waste.]

That is one point on which we are in agreement.

[Humph.]

Makes me wonder how you have any friends.

You can go on wondering. It's not as if I intend to introduce you to them. But they are generally people with whom I have things in common.

Well we have one thing in common at least.

We're both magically inclined. Even if both of our magic abilities are completely different.

[Suddenly, snowballs! Thousands of them!]

The door flies open, with light streaming in. It's roughly a minute before Yoko's alarm usually goes off. "HEY KID! Wake up! Guess what???"

"Nnnnngh," is the extremely intelligent response he gets, at least right at first. After a moment of blanket rustling, her head pops out over the top of the comforter. "What?" she asks, then, "what time is it--" She reaches blearily around for the alarm, and narrows her eyes at it, then him.

"C'mon, dad," she complains, and flops back against the bed. That last minute was always the sweetest! "What do you want?" She glowers.

"Wake up!!! Snow day!!!" He beams. "You don't have to get up! But do it anyway, I'm gonna take you to the corner store for hot cocoa."

He leaps into the room and then climbs onto her bed, kneeling at the foot and hovering over her. "Let's make a snow fort!"

"Sno-snow day?!" Joy crosses her face.

Then the rest of that sentence makes it into her brain, and she scowls, reaching up for the pillow still under her head as her dad invades her space. "Get up anyway?! For hot cocoa and a snow fort?! What am I, ten?!"

"I'm going back to bed," she says, and swings the pillow at him, just before her alarm goes off. She reaches over one-handed to flick it off, still whacking him with the pillow.

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"Ah, my beautiful face!" He falls theatrically over to the side, flopping on top of her. "C'mon you don't have to be ten to enjoy a snow day!" He says, as he leans off and wobbles at the very edge of her bed.

He grumbles. "You don't get snow days when you're a grown up... So I'm just calling in sick." He grins, waggling his eyebrows.

"What beautiful face," she drawls, right before he falls on top of her, and then she's too busy wiggling away to be sarcastic. "Dad, get off!"

"Sleeping in is part of enjoying my snow day," she says, rolling her eyes through his eyebrow waggling. "Conveniently sick with 'let's bother Yoko-itis', huh?"

"I can't leave you home alone in the cold." He sniffles. "Not when there's sugar cookies to bake and hot cocoa to make."

"Maybe you're right, though. I did stay up pretty late working on my prototype last night... Well, goodnight!" He throws his arm over her and snuggles into the pillows and blankets.

"I'm seventeen! And you don't even bake!" That's not entirely true, sometimes he bakes, but he makes himself sound like Martha Freaking Stewart some days, which wasn't true at all.

When he lies on top of her, she gives him ten silent seconds before she drops the pillow and starts poking him, mercilessly. "Go sleep in your own bed, old man! Or watch your infomercials, or whatever you're so excited about doing."

"You used to crawl into bed with me, why can't I pay you back?" He asks dully, after a few moments of pretending to be asleep.

"And I wasn't going to make them from scratch, I bought a roll of those ones with the snowmen in them at the grocery store."

"You're my old gross dad, and I'm your cute young daughter," she chirps, before huffing. "I thought so... that barely even counts, and you don't need me for that!"

Sadly for Yoko, her body's used to being up and about at this hour, and between that and her dad's persistent invasion, she's awake. She groans. "Get off, I want to get dressed and I have to feed the roaches."

[she's still in the voicetesting stage, so please bear with me!]

[ Segai loves the snow. It reminds him of the past -- which is neither as clean or as filthy as people make it out to be. Memories are the one thing which can always change. There is no pure memory. Emotions and perspective will always cloud a person's history. But there is one thing that will be clear for everyone. Lost Christmas. Historical events may be the one anomaly to society's memories. It is what someone cannot change regardless of how they would like it not to have happened, to have been able to change it in some way.

His hands tuck into his pocket as he walks about the snowy path. It is quiet and there is only the sound of the snow beneath his boots. The plume of air just ahead of him as he walks, passing through his own breath as he proceeds to find some small coffee shop.

It seems like a good day to sit by the window and do some crosswords while drinking some hot chocolate. ]

[Weiss happened to be around the area. She had other business to attend to, but it was cold and quiet outside. A cup of hot chocolate sounded nice, especially considering the weather. Weiss stopped in her tracks once she saw an unfamiliar man solving some crosswords. She noticed a mistake on his crossword puzzle and decided to point it out.]

That one's wrong.

Is it? Ah, I was on the fence of what it could be.

[ He taps his pencil against the paper a few times, before erasing what he had written. Such a difficult little clue. ] Trout basket.

[ His jaw works back and forth before gesturing for the young lady to sit. ] I do like those that enjoy crosswords such as I do. And to reward you for saving me from my future frustration, I shall buy you a scone. Or whatever it is that you may like.

It is the least I could do.

[Weiss nods and sits down.]

No, thanks. It's just a dumb crossword. You don't need to get me anything for solving something anyone could have done. [She appreciates the fact that Segai isn't rude.]

I suppose I don't, but I would like to reward you for speaking up.

[ He does set the pencil down on the newspaper as it seems like it would be best to give this one his full attention. Even as he says that, he turns to look out toward the street and at the softly falling snow. ]

Well then, introductions are in order or this will make things awkward later. [ ... ] I am Segai. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?

You can drop it.

[She shakes her head before responding.]

Nice to meet you. I'm Weiss. [Weiss crosses her arms and folds them before she speaks again.]

That is a fair request.

[ His head bows slightly to her to show that he concedes to her wishes. ]

Weiss. [ He smiles, then. ] German for "white." That seems fitting given our current weather.

We can go outside and play in the snow.

And make snowman and have snowball fights! [Weiss is being sarcastic. She doesn't mean any of that. She doesn't intend to get overly friendly with Segai.]

Or just enjoy the sight of it.

It's one of the few sights that really makes me feel nostalgic. But I suppose you are too young to feel that way. [ Segai smiles in a polite way, not trying to anger her, but letting her know the joys of when she gets older. Being an odd woman who gets sentimental about the snow. ]

Duh.

I'm only seventeen. I've got bigger and better things to think about.

Like becoming a huntress.

[She could care less about the snow outside. Her eyes have always been set on one goal and becoming a huntress was it.]

A huntress?

[ He focuses on that word before gesturing slightly with his hand. ]

Please, do go on.

I'm attending a prestigious academy named Beacon so I can train and become a real huntress.

Criminals and thieves are all scum. A huntress can protect people from their threats. Only someone with a lot of skill, smarts and strength can become a huntress.

As a representative of Beacon, I must enlighten you to these details. An opportunity to do so just presented itself.

I am delighted to be enlightened. [ And he is. There is nothing more he hates than hearing something interesting and being unable to know the full details. Then, he would have to begin digging. ]

I see. I am a hunter, myself. Not classically trained as you are, but trained by the military of my world. [ ... ] I agree wholeheartedly with you that such individuals are not deserving to breathe the same air as civilized folks. They put innocents in danger and force trouble upon the undeserving.

[ His hands are set on the table as he steeples his fingers. ] I'm happy to see the younger generation believes in order and peace. I was starting to think everyone was trying to become radicals for the sake of ... impressing those that need not be impressed.

The criminally insane have no right to live with the rest of us when they do nothing but acts that are pure evil.

A member of the military protects civilization on the same level as we hunters and huntresses do.

What is this all about? Why would you try to impress someone who doesn't need to be impressed? That's stupid.

I agree. They should be captured and tried for their heinous actions. Anything less would be against the idea of justice. [ He takes a small sip of his hot chocolate. ]

We try. But I am certain there is more that you can do than what I can. There are rules that I am bound to that you may not be. And vise versa.

[ Segai smiles and lets out a soft chuckle before answering. ] Because men when they are young would see a pretty girl and think that is their whole world. When women are young, they see a goal and future which they wish to achieve. It's unfortunate, but it will take boys years to reach the maturity of their female counterparts... and because of this, they will do foolish things.

Some men think that because staying with a pretty lady is the only thing that occupies their brain. They're being narrow minded.

Besides, it's not only men who do foolish things. I've met plenty of girls who act ridiculous and act before they think.

The world is smaller for men than it is women. I'd like to say that, at least, changes as we get older... but my world is still very small.

They're still figuring out who they are, but they will figure it out. I have far more faith in that than anything else in the world. The ability of change. The fact that those that are affected by the actions of others, and the abrupt shift in how a person is due to that interaction.

I'm trying to change into a better person myself. I know I can be a bit...difficult. So as long as you're aware of your mistakes, you can fix it.

I'm not perfect and no one is. Having faith in the ability to change doesn't make you stupid. What are you trying to get at here? Spill it out already.

That's right. You're already on your way since you see that much in yourself.

[ And he sips his cocoa before answering her question. ] Just that I have faith in the youth of the current generation more than they have in themselves.

Hey Weiss!

[Eat snowball!]

Ruby! [Guess who's angry now?]

What on earth are you doing? [Weiss is not impressed.]

[She's in trouble and she knows it.]

It's uh... Uh.... A team building exercise!

[And she tosses another snowball.]

Come on! It'll be fun!

This is your idea of a team exercise?

Oh, please. [Give her a break, Ruby. Weiss tosses a snowball in Ruby's direction. ]

I'm not letting you get away with that!

Isn't it great!?

[And Ruby was too busy putting together another snowball to dodge Weiss', so she got a snowball right in the face.]

Pfffft! It's on Weiss!

[And she's going to wind up and throw another at Weiss' face!]

No, it's not great.

It's a complete waste of time. Unbelievable. You're acting like a child. [This is how she feels about it, honestly. To her, this is all so irksome. When that next snowball hits she gives Ruby her coldest glare.]

[Come on Weiss. She's just trying to have some fun.]

Lighten up, it's a game!

[She has a feeling that's not going to work at all. Quick Ruby, turn things around.]

...What would you rather do?

We've got more important things to do, Ruby. [Time for a Weiss lecture. She clearly doesn't understand fun!]

Games will have to wait.

What would I rather do? Are you really asking me this?

Or are you just saying that because you want to make it up to me?

[No. Not a lecture. Anything but that. PLEASE WEISS DON'T LECTURE HER!]

...Uhmmmmm, a little from column A and a little from column B?

[Ruby sounds sincere! Weiss has a different idea in mind.]

Fine. Do you know what would be a better idea, Ruby?

[She has this mischievous look on her face.]

Let's throw snowballs at other people instead of each other.

[Well. That could either be really mean... or really awesome!]

We could find a hiding spot and attack them from both sides! Weiss, that's a great idea!

[Weiss you a terrible influence on her.]

I'm just trying to be the best team mate I can be.

I don't enjoy games nor do I enjoy that childish attitude of yours.

But, we have to start working together Ruby.

We can start here. Are you with me on this?

[Just a head's up. Saft's not too keen on the snow as if she's out in it for too long it could kill her.]

Snow Day

Tara Knowles [Sons of Anarchy] Ota

england (arthur kirkland) † hetalia † ota

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eeeeee sorry this took a while!!!

it's okay!! i'm in no rush

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AHAH HELLO

let's have some FUN~ >D

he is going to be terrified when he realises who it is LMAO

LOL! and think of the pistol as the snow ball~

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modern au, you say? have an oc thief. 5?

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Avatar Wan | LoK

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