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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 )

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I suppose it would.

[He's pretty resilient himself, after all.]

But there we go. Perhaps we ought to keep playing.Standing still like this hardly helps with the cold.

[ She's not exactly anywhere on the superhuman scale, but she has caused an apoloypse, lived through a virtual murder game that could put her in a coma and is still standing tall so-- ]

Ah, of course. Should we have a countdown to make it fair?

[He smiles then, and it's a cool, sly thing.]

If you think it'll help you.

[ Her eyes sharpen at that though, because while she's aware from that small exchange of snow before that he's definitely faster than her, she isn't willing to back down.

Sometimes, strategy is also useful. ]

It is better than it being uneven. On 3? 1... 2... 3.

[ Though instead of running away as she should do, she goes for him instead. It's hard to run and scoop up snow at the same time, but she covers her right hand in it before trying to dive at him to smush it against him instead, intending to try and knock him over at the same time.

Really she's just aiming for him to be surprised enough that it might work. ]

[Unexpected, yes, although perhaps she's underestimating the exact precision of his reflexes. She moves, runs towards him, the scooped-up snow held pressed into her hand, but as she dives he steps with inhuman fluidity to one side and then around her, means to give her a shove that will - should it connect - send her back down into the white drifts scattered about them.

It isn't hard, but with her own forward momentum it could well be enough.]

Hahah!

[ She probably is, only having seen what he could do moments before. Akane can run up walls and Nidai can probably like houses if he wanted to, so she shouldn't underestimate him but... this is all she can give. It's her best in her current state, and even then it isn't likely she'll get an ability like it later.

She goes flying down into the snow, and even if he only pretty much taps her it's enough to get her to fall flat on her face.

:(

There's a soft hiss as she connects, though she doesn't move right away, only a slight twist of her head to see where he is... then she tries to swing her leg back to try and trip him up. This is obviously not going to go well. ]

[Not for her, anyway. Giovanni, on the other hand, is having a pleasant time.

Again, a nimble leap takes him out of the way of her swinging leg, and then he's dipping down to snatch up a handful of snow, compresses it quickly before hurling it down in the direction of her head.

All things considered, this game is more fun than he'd thought it'd be.]

[ He sure is with the looks of things.

She ducks her head enough that it mostly just bounces off, only a faint part dusting the top of her head. It's actually easier to dodge the snowballs than him with how quickly he can change direction.

She tries to push herself up as quickly as possible, gathers snow in her hand to try and get him to back off by launching that at his body instead. ]

[A quick and fluid pivot takes him out of the reach of most of that hurled projectile, the edge of it catching him in the side and dusting his jacket with snow. It's a hit, if only slightly, and the knowledge of that has his lips twisting into something crooked and joyous, all the warning she gets before he hurls himself at her.

He means to knock her down again, pin her there, push her face-first into the snow.

Again, he's laughing.]

[ She is about to feel a little proud of herself when at least it hits him a little, dusting fabric rather than soaking in but it's better than nothing.

Then he's coming at her and she ends up scrambling to try and get back and out of the way before her face definitely gets smushed into the snow.

There's a moment as she sneezes, mouth tightly pressed together so she doesn't accidentally eat any. Then she's trying to reach back to try and grab his arm to see if she can yank him over, trying to flip him. ]

[Another volley of sharp, clipped laughter as she goes down with him on top of her, straddling her back as she lays in the snow and he means to reach out and push her face further into the freezing drift, hold her down, just for a minute--

--and in this position it's a little easier for her to get a hold on him, to snatch at the arm that's holding her down and for all his inhuman speed and strength, there's not much weight to him, he isn't so very hard to flip. There's a sharp indrawn breath as she yanks him over, the soft damp thud as his back hits the snow, the briefest stunned silence--

--then he laughs again, the sound of it bright in the frosty air.]

Ha! Well played.

[ She's half having to hold her breath as she tugs at him, not having space to get air into her lungs without breathing in snow as well. It's harsh, but not unfamiliar. In fact, in some ways it is more familiar than anything else.

When he goes flying over her onto the floor she pushes her face up, coughing into the freezing air. Snow falls from her face, and her hand presses against her chest. The coughs pitter out into a few wheezes, but she tries to not waste time before reaching to smush snow into his face. ]

[It catches him by surprise, her action, laughter abruptly cut off as the handful of snow smacks down into his face, caught up in his mouth and nose until he makes a choking sound of protest that doesn't come out nearly as masculine as he intends it do.

There's the quick flail of his arms, and then he's pushing her off and himself up, scrubbing a hand across his icy-cold face. Abruptly, he sneezes.]

[ Her hand does move away as soon as she hears the choking sound though, peering over him to ensure he's almost. He probably almost bumps into her on the way, but really it's the sneeze that makes her anger and adrenaline crumble. ]

Gesundheit. [ It's followed by a tiny laugh as her hand moves to cover her mouth. ]

[Giovanni sniffs and blinks, expression close to comical, a far cry from the glacial smiles and harsh barking laughs that usually punctuate his interactions with others. But then he does laugh, just briefly, palms pressed down into the snow now that he's regained a sitting position. His clothes are soaked through and clinging, there's the sensation of being frozen right down to the very core of himself but--

--but. it had been entertaining, hadn't it? For a moment there, he'd experienced a kind of fun that didn't involve bloodshed at all.]

Now the question is, do we consider that a draw?

[ She lets her own laugh soften to smile instead, and while she feels gross after being smushed into the snow, it's easy to deal with it now he's sneezed because of it happening to him as well. It is really cold, and to be fair they didn't really aim for the parts of the body that really counted--it just happened with being pushed and flipped. ]

I think that may be fair.

[And for his part, Giovanni seems in a good enough mood, anger and irritation never having entered into this for him. Just a game, and with preternatural grace he rises to his feet, swipes at his sodden clothes.

Once again, he extends a hand for her to take, should she desire some assistance getting to her feet.]

It's settled, then.

[ She does reach out to take the offered hand, breathing out gently when it seems like the both of them are in agreement. For someone normal, she feels like she's done well to try hard enough to get him to agree to a draw, honestly. ]

Thank you... it may be very cold, but it does help relieve tension.

[he waits until she's regained her feet before releasing her. Smiles his crooked smile.]

You're welcome. I had fun.

[ Her own hands clasp together and she nudges her gun back into place now. ]

I am glad. In that case... I shall see you later?

[ They have other people to terrorize here after all uwu ]

Yes. For now, I'll bid you adieu.

[There's the continued hard edge of his smile, and then he's turning on his heal quite abruptly, hands shoved into the pockets of his suit trousers as he begins to walk away. Look for other targets to slam into the snow.]

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i'm crying.... THIS IS BULLYING!!!

but it's fun right....RIGHT???

for him?!?!?! i'm crying jesus

well yes for him??? come on now, this is what a good time looks like

is it ... is it really

revenge is hers??

she still got smushed into snow as well! (nottalking)

a good time!!

well better than being really shot i guess!!!

Giovanni thinks shooting would have been more fun...but maybe not his non-healing teammates...

dsgkjsdg yes she cannot regenerate... please don't shoot her

he won't he's a good dog. sometimes...

"sometimes"

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