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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Dec 18, 2013 6:17:26 GMT -5
*feeds off of a friend's wifi while waiting for cable to come back*
A moving pink tuft of fur poked out from the snowbank, aimlessly wandering around the perilous expanse of white known as No Man's Land. Fortunately for her, she wasn't the same species as her fellow man, but the person crouched in the dense pile of fur was otherwise.
"Fluffle, you've got to turn around right this minute! You're headed for the wrong team! We're the Sols!"
The pony poked her head out from the snow, confused. Souls? She'd been made a soul earlier, in the spring...OH. They depended on her! Her team knew she was the essence, the very soul of the team!
"Pbbltbt!" she raspberried knowingly.
Grinning, the pony trotted faster, slipping into an undersnow tunnel once or twice. That was clever of the other team... she thought in her own language.
Briskly, she leaped from the snow pile and dashed behind the nearest snow fort, only to find a banner flying on it that read SNOWCATS, and several of its confused members, too busy gawking at their incredibly good luck to do anything. When the haze of confusion and disbelief began to wane, Fluffle and her roleplayer took a few steps back, only somewhat prepared to flee from the impending assault.
Cassie dove back into the fur, seeking the best protection she knew.
"Oh...."
"Pbbblbltt."
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Post by Coaster on Dec 18, 2013 14:10:16 GMT -5
"Digga tunnah, di-dig a tunnah, quick before the--"
Coaster's merry tune was interrupted by the sight of a pink blur popping in and out of said tunnels.
"Guys, I think we have a bearing."
Coaster readied a snowball.
Or at least, what could barely pass for a snowball, as the snow over the past couple days was too cold to pack properly, causing most readily available snowballs powderballs to dissolve before reaching the intended target. No casualties from either side had been recorded, and frostbite probably would have set in long ago were it not for the hot cocoa; good snowballs had to be mined from deeper snow, allowing for easier construction of tunnels, at least, but making it difficult to get good ammunition at an opportunity like this, as most of it was saved for larger assaults. (All assaults thus far had been fruitless.)
He threw the pile of powder in his arms and watched it disperse through the air somewhere over Fluffle and Cassie's general location.
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Post by Kristykimmy on Dec 19, 2013 19:08:17 GMT -5
A rumor was going around in both camps about the other team. This year, the other team had come up with some super weapon, a weapon that could change how snow warfare was done forever. This would be a snow war to end all snow wars, if the rumor was to be believed. It seemed too incredulous a thing to be believed, but how could it be ignored? What if it was the truth?
The teams knew they had to do something drastic. They gathered together in their snowforts, planning their moves. Many things were suggested. A scouting team to infiltrate the other team's camp and see if there was any truth to the rumors. Working on strengthening defenses around their installations. Building a super weapon of their own to take down the other team first.
The Snow War was swinging into high gear.
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Post by icon on Dec 19, 2013 22:14:49 GMT -5
Maybe I should have brought an extra hat, Icon thought from atop his perch. And an extra scarf, he added as a sudden wind caused him to shudder again. Maybe I shouldn't have climbed this tree in the first place.
The tract of land behind Stal's manor was peppered with trees, many of which were sturdy enough to support several people at a time. In commandeering this side of the yard, team Winter Solstice had nabbed one tree which had a particularly impressive view of the field. Icon had clambered up earlier in the hopes of mapping out some of the terrain before he realized that there was no way to house any cartography equipment, at which point he decided to just store a few snowballs in one of the branches.
But he was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable from his current position. The occasional blob of snow dripped onto his head, leaving him slightly damp as well as cold.
You know what would be good right about now? he couldn't help but muse. More hot chocolate! Or maybe a few warm cookies, or a mug of cider! Oh geez, now he kind of wanted to go get something from Stal Manor's sprawling kitchens... Well, why not? The front wasn't particularly active right now. The Snowcats were huddling over some new strategy or something, it'd be entirely plausible to go grab something temporarily and bring some food back for the other Sols. An army needs resources, and the best way to boost morale is a good meal, right? Or something like that, at least.
Dropping from the tree into a large snowbank, he nodded at his team members as he passed through the trenches, heading towards the warmth of the kitchen.
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Post by Coaster on Dec 20, 2013 3:25:12 GMT -5
Coaster paused in the middle of collecting another snow-puff after the day's firing squad had been elected. The Solstickers (or whatever) had dropped out of view from the wall, indicating some shenanigans, but something else was on his mind at the moment.
"...Has anyone seen Grandma around? Usually she's on the front lines causing chaos, isn't she? No wonder Grandpa Stal's been so quiet."
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Post by Tiger on Dec 20, 2013 21:36:46 GMT -5
Some of Kozma's snowballs nailed Tiger in the shoulder, and she retreated a few steps back into the wind-whipped snow. "Fiend!" she whispered into the snow, before her muzzle curled into a grin. This was gonna be awesome.
It wasn't long before they were summoned back to the fort. From her teammates she heard word of the super snow weapon for the first time. She was curious where the rumors had started - maybe someone had seen something over one of the walls of the snow fort...which was strange because they had yet to actually hit anything more solid than another Entwuff.
"Well, catapult or snowball-maker or snowcone machine or no catapult or snowball-maker or snowcone machine, we'll beat those dorks - we just need to stratigize. Maybe risk getting hit in the face with a snowball or two." She started scratching a grid into the snow with a claw. "Here - mark places you haven't seen forts. Then we can use process of elimination to guess where the forts are. ...I think that'll work, anyway."
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Post by Lizica on Dec 22, 2013 0:14:30 GMT -5
Because Lizica had been looking forward to the event all day long, she had brightly volunteered to go outside to let the snowball fighters know that, back inside the cozy manor, the staff and a few Entwuffs were gathering supplies for building gingerbread houses.
Someone tried in vain to warn her about the "snow war," but she was already putting on her hat and scarf. After all, any person in a prolonged snowball fight would surely welcome the chance to come back inside and make gingerbread houses instead--right?
Lizica crunched out into the yard. It was a big yard. It looked even bigger because the falling snow obscured the fine line between ground and sky. Weren't there supposed to be snow forts? Where were they? Lizica walked on into the middle of the yard, peering to and fro for any signs of life.
"Hey, you guys!" she called into the white abyss. "Neutral party here! Listen, if you want, you should come back inside and put together some gingerb--"
That was when, just as Lizica was walking underneath a snow-laden tree, her foot suddenly snagged on something in the snow, and before she knew what was happening, a snare trap rope seized her ankle and flung her up into the air. The snow resting along the entire height of the tree, rocked into motion by the sudden movement, came cascading down upon her in an avalanche of white powder, mounding at the foot of the tree and completely covering her, still hanging upside down by the lowest tree branch.
There was a pause.
A pinecone fell from the tree and glanced harmlessly off the mound of snow.
"...I think I underestimated the scale of this snowball fight," came a muffled voice.
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