( open ) no gloves

[competing]

CHARACTERS: anyone? everyone!
DATE: jan. 8
WARNINGS: rough housing, dirty cheats, occasional profanity, copious amounts of snow puns i'm sure
SUMMARY: lance organized a snowball tag event and now everyone can hate him for it

[ the time has come. the day you have all been waiting for. today... we dine in snow hell heck.

or so you've been promised, anyway. whether you believe it or not, whether you decide to make the most of it or not, today is team audentes' annual (that's right, it's tradition now) game of SNOWBALL TAG! teams have been assigned, messaged, and given their team ribbons*. all were told to meet at their designated spots to go over battle plans, practice the team motto/battle cry, or just generally try and get a good idea of who you probably shouldn't be aiming for. the battle begins at high noon (shout out to mccree i love you bruh) and ends when there is only one team left standing...

the rules are as follows!! ]

1. no biting, eye-gouging, fish-hooking
2. no aiming below the belt
3. only hits to count are those that land in the torso region, front or back
4. three hits and you're out
5. seriously you're out WE'RE GOING BY AN HONOR SYSTEM OKAY
6. no cheating!
7. but feel free to make use of the terrain
8. battle grounds stretch from the lake to the forest and all around the exterior of the castle area
9. "friendly fire" totally counts so make sure you know who you're aiming for
10. have fun!! :)
[ *some team names and mottos had to be altered due to inappropriateness or just too dang long man i just asked for a soundbite yeesh. ]

TEAM TEAM VOLTRON	TEAM NO	TEAM CREW PROFANITIES
"I JUST SAW BALLS!"	"I'M SORRY, THAT WAS AWFUL!"	"FRICK THEM UP!"
RIBBON COLOR: ORANGE	RIBBON COLOR: PURPLE	RIBBON COLOR: PINK
Ramir	Zenyatta	Fiona
Chihiro	Sigma	Graham
Nami	Keats	Giovanni
Feferi	Peter	Peridot
McCree	Alice	Motochika
Stiles	Hanzo	Rhys
Keith	Sonia	Elizabeth
Kagari	Vaughn	Lance

( ooc; this log is open to EVERYBODY, whether you are actually part of the game or not. feel free to have your character be an innocent by-stander, an unaffiliated mercenary, a rogue warrior for justice, etc! characters are also not bound to the team assignments, though do expect lance to very loudly BOO! at your character if he ever finds out hmph >:'c )

Comments

ready to fight!

[ofobedience]

[He's not especially appropriately dressed himself, still insisting on suiting up (cufflinks, tie, the works) despite the freezing weather and the fact that, by the time they're done here today, he's bound to be sodden and snowcovered and cold down to the very core of him. Lucky for Giovanni, at least, that his unique physiolgy allows him to take it without any ill-effects.

He's not expecting the snowgun. She fires and he moves with inhuman speed to evade each and every one of those fiercely directed snow-pellets (it's not magic, it's not cheating!), and as her failed projectiles kick up a showering of white powder each time they thud into the ground he barks out a clattering laugh.

Honestly, he's a little jealous that he didn't think up a similar approach.

When she's out of ammo he'll hurl a couple of his own handmade projectiles her way, just compacted balls of snow, of course, but thrown with an overabundance of strength and with ruthless precision all the same.]

That's cheating. But points for creativity, I suppose.

[She may not know him by sight, but the voice with it's soft German accent might be familiar to her.]

[assent]

[ She probably targeted him for that reason, if only because suits usually are not the best outdoor wear for running around to begin with. Clearly... she did not think this through. She's lucky in that her gun does actually have a grenade launcher attached, using the actual barrel would more likely damage it than anything else.

As soon as he starts moving faster than she can keep up though, she's slamming the gun behind her, pulling it over her shoulder with the ribbon she's attached to it, and trying to get out of harm's way.

She's a decent runner, but it's nothing compared to this unfair play either.

Is anyone actually playing fair in this game. ]

Ow--! [ Two of them hit her leg, freezing and bruising all at once, and she stumbles from the impact but also because she recognises his voice. Her head whips back to look at him, mouth opening as she goes to say something from surprise--





--only to trip over her own foot and go flying down into the snow. ]

Not all of us can move that quickly either. [ It's only now that she's actually able to put two and two together that she regrets never getting his name before. All she has is the username. ] "Hound"?

[ofobedience]

[His icy projectiles hit home, and there's a certain satisfaction to be taken from that, enough that he barks out another laugh, smile stretching wide. It's not quite the kind of game he'd usually engage in, too tame too safe, not enough blood, but in the absence of that it's something. It passes the time. Keeps his mind occupied, and there's a lot to be said for that.

He watches as she trips and falls, crouches quickly to collect more snow, and it's already shaped into a ball and poised in his palm when she asks her question, giving him pause. He looks down at her then, nods once, remembers that whilst her original network message had been in video there'd have been no way for her to discern him by sight.]

That's right. Or Giovanni, if you prefer.

[It seems, for the moment, that her conversation starter has earned her a reprieve from further pelting.]

[assent]

[ It's a moment after where she pushes herself up to stand again, brushing snow off herself, checking her leg as best as she can. It's painful already, but with how cold it is it might be the case that it will go numb soon. Her eyes slide back up to his face, curious, as she studies him. ]

Giovanni, then. It is a pleasure to meet you in person, in that case.

[ Even if he just smacked her pretty hard with snowballs, she's sincere about it. Being able to put a face to a voice is more meaningful that he probably realises. ]

[ofobedience]

The pleasure is mine, I'm sure.

[He says it with a wry twist of his lips as he watches her, hefts the compacted snow he's still holding in his hand, and yes it's cold but there's nothing in his bearing to suggests he feels it. He's idly considering whether he ought to pelt her with it, or whether to be polite instead.]

Having fun?

[assent]

Mm. [ She keeps her eyes on his face though, as though she's trying to work something out. It's more like she's trying to think over how different he is to how she imagined. ] It was a good idea to get everyone out like this, I think.

Though it is a little too cold for my liking. Are you?

[ofobedience]

[He'd wonder at that, if he could discern the shape of her thoughts. Wonder what she'd been expecting in place of what she sees. There's no way of knowing that, though, and as such he cocks his head in a curious canine gesture beneath her scrutiny, a little unsure of what the intensity of her eyes on his face might mean.

He says nothing of it, though. Only answers her question with a laugh.]

Yes, actually. It's a little tame for my tastes, but better by far than just milling about.

[assent]

[ Really now she's seen him, she isn't entirely sure of what she expected except maybe him being taller oops ]

A little tame? I suppose it is, is it not? Though it is enjoyable I think.

[ She reaches down to brush snow from her clothes, sneezing after. Ah. She might not be equipped to deal with the cold, even if she came prepared with her gun. ]

[ofobedience]

[Look. He doesn't need to be tall. He makes up for it in speed and strength and durability :{

But she doesn't express her feelings out loud and so he has no need to explain himself. Instead, he just watches her movements idly, the snowball still held in his hand, gradually beginning to melt.]

It certainly is. But I've never played this kind of game before. It's not so bad.

[assent]

[ Look... all these superhuman abilities are still surprising. But it's fine either way, her head tilts and she smiles back at him. She's a little more at ease now anyway, even if they're from other teams. ]

Me neither. Everyone is taking it quite seriously, are they not?

[ofobedience]

[There's a lot of it about, it's true, and Giovanni is no exception. Alas.

He listens as she speaks, head canting slightly to one side in a gesture of vague confusion.]

I don't know. It all seems rather frivolous, to me.

[Surely if they were taking it seriously, there'd have been a few deaths by now...]

[assent]

[ Alas... all she has is crazy knowledge for a 19 year old. ]

I suppose in that aspect it may be... but for a game, they are taking it quite seriously.

[ A game, Giovanni. It isn't a battle -- not really. ]

[ofobedience]

[....his idea of a 'game' generally involved a lot of shooting and/or death. He's led a strange life.

The look he gives her is mildly bemused, but then he's shrugging it off. Letting it go.]

If you say so.

[assent]

[ Well she's from a murder game, so her own experiences aren't too different in that. ]

Mmm. [ She pauses for a beat, then says more softly: ] It is more to help us in regards to teamwork, I think.

[ofobedience]

Is it? I thought it was for fun.

[Like many things, he hasn't given it all that much consideration. It's just something that's happening, something to fill up the time.]

[assent]

Well, of course it is for that too. But as a team we do not exactly act as a team. I believe that is why Lance tried to organise something like this.

[ He is a team player and all! ]

[ofobedience]

I see.

[But there's still something in his face, in the way he speaks, that suggests he doesn't quite grasp the connection.]

Well, I don't understand how this will help us become a more cohesive team, but I'll agree that we're not much of one. I doubt throwing some snow about is going to alter are wildly divergent beliefs and goals.

[assent]

[ She understands though, if their previous conversation taught her anything. ]

Perhaps not in the long run, but it is good for practising strategy making. Planning. Especially in cases such as that.

[ofobedience]

[He smiles his crooked smile. Shrugs.]

Strategy is one thing. It's the divergent beliefs and moralistic standpoints I'd say we need to work on.

[assent]

I... am not entirely certain that will ever be possible. One cannot change another's viewpoint so easily, only compromise can be reached when two or more people meet half way.

[ She smiles nonetheless. ]

Especially when the people are as mixed as we all are.

[ofobedience]

Which is my point.

[His smile is a little sharp, a little wry.]

This will never be much of a team.

[assent]

Perhaps not, but unless we find a way to unite it may be that next time we are wiped out.

[ Her own expression flattens as she says that, the smile slipping away until her mouth is flat. ]

[ofobedience]

[whereas his remains, although there's nothing of amusement in it. A strange expression without meaning.]

I'm surprised we've lasted this long, honestly.

[assent]

Perhaps we are actually just quite similar to a cockroach. After all, they also refuse to die very easily.

[ Goddamn cockroaches probably survived The Tragedy in her world as well tbh. ]

[ofobedience]

[It's a response that makes him laugh, hard and sharp.]

Maybe so.

[Finally, he drops the snowball that had been busily melting in his grasp. Shakes his hand as though that'll help dispel the cold from it.]