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Post by Tiger on Aug 22, 2014 21:06:58 GMT -5
((A roleplay with Shinko)) Leif was going to kill that owl. Well, okay, no he wasn’t, he couldn’t even joke about that - but there were going to be some very stern words for Forthwind when Leif tracked him down. … If he could track him down. Leif was already deep in the merchant’s district and hadn’t had any luck. The trouble with losing a snowy owl in the middle of a Medieville winter was that there were lots of places for said owl to hide - namely, the several inches of powder piled up on the streets. And the trees. And the roofs. And...pretty much everything that wasn’t a vertical surface, and even then Leif was half-convinced that was only because the ice had claimed those spaces first. Leif had at least known to expect the snows this time around, and, well, what snow looked and felt like. He’d told himself that he knew to expect the cold, too, but really - there was just no preparing for it. The frigid air of a true winter bit in a way Leif hadn’t known temperature could. He was bundled in thick clothes and thick gloves and a thick cloak - forgoing the hood only because he kept craning his head upward to look for Forthwind - and still Leif was cold. At least the wind wasn’t tearing at his face and trying to lash his ears from his body - the day would probably settle for just numbing them until they ached. Both Kirin and Ambrose told Leif that this winter and the last had been mild compared to some Bernese winters, which just left Leif wondering why anyone had stayed in Bern long enough to settle it. Maybe people could say the same of Corvus, though. Certainly Leif had gotten enough strange looks from people in the summer; only a handful of days had been hot enough that Leif had abandoned his usual long sleeves in favor of a sleeveless tunic - and even then, he wore his halfcloak over it to hide the marks on his left arm. Leif had yet to find a good lie to tell people when they asked why he had gotten four of the same exact, meaningless tattoo. The Jade’s wandering thoughts almost cost him quite a lot of dignity and the simple comfort of sitting - one of his boots found an icy patch and only by a quick twist of an ankle and a bit of flailing did Leif manage not to fall flat on his tailbone. He clenched his jaw and tried to pay more attention to where he was going - while still trying to find Forthwind. That owl was going to be in serious trouble when Leif found him. Forthwind had to be around somewhere nearby...he’d definitely been heading for the marketplace when Leif had lost sight of him. Come on, Forthwind...the sooner I find you, the sooner I can get inside and to a fire!It’s Leif’s second winter in Medieville! Leif’s looking for Forthwind, his snowy owl, in the market. He is also grumping because that is what Leif does, especially when Leif is cold =C ...I’m not 100% on whether or not these posts need summaries but everyone else seems to be doing them so BD |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 22, 2014 21:32:11 GMT -5
Morgaine was about to head outside to shovel snow away from the door of the shop when a frantic yelp caught her attention. She turned her head so that she could see out of the store's front window with her good eye, and spotted a familiar green-clad noble flailing to get his balance; Leif Jade. She wasn't entirely sure what the man was doing out here when he had servants he could send on shopping errands, but whatever his buisness was he didn't seem happy about it. Then again few people would be happy after almost falling on a patch of ice. "He must still not be used to Medieville winters," the old woman remarked to Mercury, who was dozing on the counter behind her. The cat opened one yellow eye to look at her, then stretched and rolled over on his back to resume napping. Neither of the locksmith's pets had particularly adjusted to Medieville's winters either, despite having lived in the city for eleven years now. Neither of them was willing to ride on her shoulder and act as an eye on her left side in this weather, and they were positively torpid almost all of the time. Morgaine turned back to the door, watching as Leif half stomped, half limped past her shop. His eyes were trained skywards, and he didn't appear to notice that she was watching him. There was no mistaking the irritability in his expression. She felt a certain rough sympathy for him. Her first few winters in the city had been brutal too, until she'd adjusted. But it was a shame he didn't at least try to appreciate the good that these Northern snows had to offer. The old woman was almost tempted to- "Oh! Oh, that would be perfect!" Morgaine said softly to herself with a grin. Pulling a thick shawl off of the coat hanger by the door, the old woman slipped out of the side door to her shop and around the corner. Leif had passed her shop, and was well on his way down the street, but not quite out of range just yet. With a grin, the locksmith leaned her shovel against the wall and scooped up a small pile of snow. Rolling it into a ball, she swung her arm back, then threw. As the missile sailed through the air, the old woman quickly busied herself with the shovel. Out of the corner of her good eye she saw the snowball splatter against the back of Leif's unhooded head, sliding down his neck. She fought hard not to grin, turning her face away so that she wouldn't accidentally laugh at his expression when he turned around. Morgaine sees Leif being grumpy, and decides to troll him a little. SNOW WAR! |
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Post by Tiger on Aug 22, 2014 22:24:06 GMT -5
The assault came without warning, not so much as a whoosh or the prickling of hairs on the back of his neck - one moment, Leif was walking, the next, a light but stinging impact gave way to COLD COLD COLD COLD and oh 'Woo it was going down his shirt - Leif's jaw locked against the iciness, which was probably a good thing considering some of the words flying through his head at the moment. Leif frantically pawed what snow he could off his neck and reached under his collar to dig out what he could from there. Most of what was down his back was too far down to reach - after a moment of desperate straining, Leif realized he could get to it faster from the other direction, reaching from under the shirt rather than down it. He turned, one hand on his holstered wand, and looked around in bewilderment. It felt like snow had fallen off a bough or a roof or something, but there was nothing sticking out into the street that should reasonably have dropped it. None of the snow looked disturbed, anyway. There was nobody close enough to have dropped it down his back, either. In fact, there was almost nobody around, just a few people far down the street ahead of Leif, and behind him now a man exiting a shop, and at a store Leif suddenly recognized… “Miss Braham!” he called, still a little breathless from the chill. He tucked his hands into his pockets and approached her carefully. Leif wasn’t entirely sure how Morgaine had managed to throw a handful of snow that far, but she was by far the closest person and Leif had known the lockmaker too long now to think she was as innocent as she looked. ”You failed to mention that snow - “ A chunk of only half-melted slush slipped from his hair and went straight down the center of his back like an icy claw. Leif tensed, sucking in a breath, before managing to finish, “That snow goes for the throat. ‘Woo that is cold! ” COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 22, 2014 22:46:31 GMT -5
In spite of her efforts to keep a straight face, Leif's comment pushed Morgaine over the edge. A fit of giggles escaped the old woman, and she covered her mouth in an effort to stifle the noise so that it wouldn't draw stares from around the street. "I've no idea what you mean," she said, turning her face towards him, though she continued to casually shovel the snow. Her good eye sparkled with mischief, and the grin on her face made it abundantly clear that she knew exactly what he meant. "Snow is perfectly harmless." As she spoke, she scooped up a bit of slush with her shovel- not a lot, barely a double handful. Then, with a grunt, she swung the shovel up and over her shoulder so that the cold wetness splatted the approaching mage square on the forehead. "Whoops, clumsy me," she chirped, spinning around and dropping the shovel. As the mage spluttered indignantly, she added, "I guess now it IS going for your throat. I stand corrected." Morgaine plays dumb, and then flings some snow off of her shovel right into Leif's face. My character is such a massive troll. |
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Post by Tiger on Aug 23, 2014 9:37:36 GMT -5
Leif crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows as Morgaine started chuckling. He’d had no doubt she was responsible, but the laughter and the gleam in her eye were obvious confirmation even to Leif. As she continued shoveling the snow, Leif replied to her statement of innocence, “No idea, hm? I didn’t notice any snow flying of its own accord last wint-” Morgaine heaved the shovel up, and to Leif’s surprise the snow she’d gathered was light enough to fly very quickly through the air - he should sidestep so it didn’t - It struck him in the face, and he realized it was not snow but slush, wet and cold and the worst of rain and snow at the same time. It tasted like the street - Leif spat even before trying to scrape as much of the slush off his face as he could. The cold, half-icy bits were already flowing down the front of his neck and seeping into his shirt collar there, as well - ‘Woo, he hadn’t wanted a matching set of snow attacks! Using a bit of his cloak Morgaine hadn’t yet soaked with snow to wipe his face a bit dryer, Leif strategically retreated, placing several steps more between himself and Morgaine - though judging by how far he’d been from the shop when the first attack had hit…He considered casting a magical shield but even he realized that was overreacting. "Whoops, clumsy me.I guess now it IS going for your throat. I stand corrected."“What - what was that for?” Leif spluttered. He spat out more of the cobblestone-taste and added, “I’m - I’m sorry for not saying hello as I passed but - I’m not sure the punishment fits the crime!” Of course, he was sure Morgaine had entirely different reasons for attacking him with the snow - no doubt his confusion and startled reactions were making for quite an amusing show. A noble, nay, the Archmage of House Jade...jittering about on the streets as if ants were crawling in his boots. Excellent entertainment indeed. Slush to the face! Leif is confused, though he figures Morgaine is in this for the amusement of seeing the dorky nerd flustered. He is probably at least partially correct. |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 23, 2014 9:56:27 GMT -5
The locksmith rolled her eyes, a broad grin splitting her face. "Oh, lighten up. I'll have you know that my first winter here some of the neighborhood kids took it upon themselves to fling snow at me every time I dared to stick my nose out the door." Morgaine knelt down, scooping up another handful and rolling it into a ball. "You have to learn to give as good as you get." She tossed it straight up into the air, so that it came down on the top of her head. Though she winced a little from the cold, she brushed it off easily enough. "See? A little bit of loosely packed ice won't kill me. And there are a number of other interesting winter tricks I've learned." She spread her arms wide, and flopped backwards into a drift. Then she swept aside a small trench in the snow with her arms and legs, and rolled out of it. "See? Snow-Woo. Kids around here love to do that all the time." Cold and wet was seeping into the back of Morgaine's clothing, and she could feel herself starting to shiver. But she knew one way she could warm herself up. While Leif was distracted looking at the imprint in the drift, Morgaine took another handful of snow and lobbed it at him, this time aiming low enough not to strike exposed skin. Morgaine tells Leif not to be such a stick-in-the-snow, and tosses a snowball at HERSELF in a gesture of invitation. Then she makes a snow angel (called a snow-Woo because I dunno if Wooism has angels) and tosses another snowball at him. I leave it up to Tiger if this one lands or if Leif is savy enough to notice and dodge this time. XD |
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Post by Tiger on Aug 23, 2014 11:36:26 GMT -5
Morgaine told Leif to lighten up, which was far from the first time Leif had heard that advice. In Medieville alone he’d been hearing it quite a lot. Especially during winter. I'll have you know that my first winter here some of the neighborhood kids took it upon themselves to fling snow at me every time I dared to stick my nose out the door."“And that’s exactly why I stay behind doors,” Leif informed the locksmith, though his tone was not quite as harsh as it normally might have been. At least he’d gotten through one winter without knowing snow could be used as a weapon, and he didn’t have to worry about being pelted every time he left the manor. Well - probably not. Some days there was a look in Marson’s eyes that sincerely worried the archmage. He tensed as Morgaine started gathering snow again and shifting it into...into a ball? It stuck together like that? "You have to learn to give as good as you get." She rose with her...snowball, and Leif prepared to dodge it. But instead of throwing it at him, Morgaine tossed it straight up and let it land on her head. Leif blinked in surprise. “It - it might not kill you,” he replied, “but it can’t be comfortable.” He was starting to wonder if the snow made everyone just a touch crazy. At that point, Morgaine informed him that she knew other winter tricks, and flopped onto her back in the snow, moving her arms and legs rhythmically. It was safe to say Leif had no idea what was going on. He approached Morgaine in case she needed help up, or help in general, but she’d gotten to her own feet by the time Leif reached Morgaine’s side. "See? Snow-Woo. Kids around here love to do that all the time."Scrutinizing the shape, Leif supposed he could see how it looked like a bird - the wings from the arms, a broad tail from the legs, even the roundish head, if you assumed it was looking right at you...that was sort of interesting, he had to admit - Another snowball hit Leif’s arm. He whirled toward Morgaine, but was secretly relieved that at least he didn’t have to try and pull any ice out from beneath his clothes or dry his face. “Is that how it’s going to be, then?” Leif stooped and started trying to make up his own snowball - it was not as easy as Morgaine made it look. The powder didn’t want to stick together unless he forced it, and when he pushed too hard, the snowball was heavier than Leif was really comfortable throwing at Morgaine… It was too late to move position now, so hunching his shoulders against whatever snowballs Morgaine might hurl his way, Leif battled to get a snowball that held a shape but wasn’t quite so stone-like - finally, he managed something that looked sort of like a lopsided sphere, if one was being incredibly generous, and stood up to throw it at Morgaine with a triumphant “Hah!” The snowball wouldn’t have hit Morgaine even if it had covered more than half the distance between them before hitting the ground and bursting into powder. “....Hmm.” Leif glanced between Morgaine, the remains of his snowball, the lock and key shop...and promptly bolted for the cover of the opposite side of the building. Now Morgaine had him at a disadvantage and knew it. Leif is not sure what to think of these winter antics, but when Morgaine hits him with another snowball, Leif decides to retaliate! After a musical montage he crafts a beautiful passable snowball, hefts his arm back, throws...and utterly fails as the snowball doesn’t even reach Morgaine or go in the right direction. Leif beats a strategic retreat for the other side of the Lock Key shop. |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 23, 2014 13:16:40 GMT -5
Morgaine watched without comment as Leif tried to pack a snowball, taking advantage of the time to roll up several of her own into a small pile. Finally the Jade seemed satisfied with his creation, because he lobbed it... and completely missed. The old woman laughed, bending over double and clutching her gut as Leif ducked behind the lockshop. "It helps if it's actually round," she called after him cheerfully. "Otherwise it doesn't fly straight." By this point the two of them had acquired a small number of rubberneckers. Not wanting to embarrass Leif too much, Morgaine chucked one of her snowballs in their general direction. "C'mon busybodies, scat unless you want to get caught in the line of fire. You're all natives, you know what a snowball fight looks like." The other merchants knew Morgaine well enough to know she wasn't bluffing, and quickly went about their business. The Locksmith turned, picking up another of her snowballs and coming around the side of the building. She didn't bother trying to sneak- the crunching snow would have made that impossible- instead running as quickly as she could so that she could catch Leif before he ducked into some other cover. "It also helps for beginners to stand closer, so they don't have as far to aim!" As she said the word "aim," Morgaine flun her snowball again, though this time Leif ducked and it sailed over his head to powderize against the wall behind him. She grinned, gesturing back at the snow Woo. "There's a pile over there, go on, I can make more." To emphasize the point, she immediately knelt down and started to do exactly that. Morgaine gets rid of a small audience the snowball war is accumulating, then takes pity on Leif and offers him the pile of snowballs she made while he was trying to mold his one. |
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Post by Tiger on Aug 23, 2014 20:54:04 GMT -5
Morgaine’s laughter and a stinging bit of ‘advice’ followed Leif behind the safety of the shop. “I was trying to make it round!” he called back. “This is not exactly my area of expertise!” Frowning, he crouched again and started trying to make another snowball. A rounder snowball. Glancing up, he realized more than a few people had slowed to watch their antics. On the plus side, some of the chill from Leif’s snow-struck face eased as his face heated with embarrassment even as he tried to continue working. Leif was supposed to be taking care of magical problems...maybe he shouldn’t be playing like a child in front of half the town. Not that Morgaine had left him much choice. A flash of white caught his eye and Leif glanced up; a snowball was flying in the direction of two of the gawkers, who quickly backed up. Morgaine called out, "C'mon busybodies, scat unless you want to get caught in the line of fire.” To Leif’s surprise, they did move along. Though perhaps he shouldn’t have been so surprised, Morgaine would doubtlessly keep her promise. Leif realized he’d faltered in his snowball-crafting efforts, and got back to work. This one was not quite round, either, and the base was already trying to fall off - but he heard Morgaine coming up behind him. Leif turned, his snowball in hand (the bottom half slopped away as he moved). The Locksmith threw a taunt and a snowball; Leif, managing to pull draw upon the instincts that had saved his life during the Bloody Coronation, dodged it. In the process, he squeezed his fist and smushed the rest of his snowball between his fingers. "There's a pile over there, go on, I can make more." ...What? A pile of…? Morgaine suddenly crouched and started making more snowballs. Oh - oh! Leif almost hesitated, feeling like it wasn’t actually a victory if he used his opponent’s ammunition - but then again, he was definitely going to lose if he kept trying to craft his own snowballs. Leif darted off before Morgaine could get too far along on her snowball. Leif found a worryingly well-stocked pile of snowballs near the snow-woo. Morgaine really was taking pity on him. Leif picked up one of the snowballs, wondering if actually holding something of proper weight and shape would help. ...He didn’t feel any enlightenment. How did she get them stiff but light? ...Well, if his talent was packing snow too tightly, maybe he could do something else with it. Leif took a snowball in one hand, keeping an eye out for Morgaine, and with his free hand started piling some of the free snow into a wall. A very short wall. The best he was probably going to do was get something he could sort of lie behind. Better than nothing…Feeling like Morgaine had been gone a while, Leif decided to test his aim. He threw a warning shot toward the edge of the building; to his satisfaction, the round snowball went...not in the exact direction, striking the building corner, but it at least went about as far as Leif had been intending. The real problem is going to be when I run out of snowballs...hrm.Leif feels a little embarrassed being caught playing with snow (FUN what is that!?), but Morgaine drives off the rubber-neckers. Leif takes Morgaine up on her offer of snowballs, and starts trying to construct some sort of snow-wall (has Leif discovered snow forts on his own?). he also throws a test snowball at Morgaine’s wall (though he hits the corner instead of quite where he was aiming.) |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 24, 2014 11:41:06 GMT -5
Morgaine rolled up more snowballs into a second pile, watching around the wall as Leif shoved some of the snow from the drift into a wall between himself and her. She couldn't help but smile. He could have easily just gotten annoyed and walked away, but he was getting more involved in this than he seemed to realize. A little honest, childish fun every now and then is good for you. She thought. Even if you think you're too old for it. Especially then, I'd imagine.Her thoughts were interrupted by a snowball smacking the wall in front of her. She grinned, taking the snowball she had just crafted and lobbing it back in Leif's direction with an overhand toss. It splatted against the top of the snow-wall, not quite going far enough to scale it. She reached for a second missile, pitching it just slightly higher, but it sailed too far this time and went over the mage entirely. "I'll give you this much, Master Leif, you improvise well," she remarked, poking her head out with a grin. "Needs a few banners and gargoyles if it's going to be a proper fortress, though." x.X Sorry if this isn't the best, my stomach is killing me.
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Post by Tiger on Aug 24, 2014 13:07:01 GMT -5
Leif’s wall worked even better than he’d expected, blocking one of Morgaine’s snowballs and forcing her to throw the other too high. Granted, he had to lie almost completely on his stomach in the cold snow to be shielded and Morgaine’s second snowball hit his leg when it landed, but that was much better than getting hit in the face again. Leif grinned at Morgaine’s comment, feeling almost like he’d mastered some tricky piece of spellwork. He tossed a snowball in the direction of her barely-visible head, though it was probably too low to do more than graze her chin, if that, before ducking behind the wall and calling back, “I would gladly commission His Highness for a - a snow-gargoyle if I thought you’d let me make it to the Keep.” Leif wondered briefly if snow-creations would fall under the rules of Aldrich's crafting spell, but at the moment he had more immediate concerns. “If I need banners, though...“ Even as a child Leif hadn’t exactly been playful, but his siblings had made their share of castles out of rocks and mud back in Corvus, and Leif had learned a little something from that. The Jade shoved aside some of the snow until he found grass, and eventually, a dry and brittle leaf under the snow. Finding a twig took a little more digging, but he located one of those as well. He staked the twig through the leaf placed it atop his wall. “Not Jade colors, but it’ll have to do.” He padded a little snow around the tiny banner to try and keep it in place. But like so many bannermen before him, Leif’s efforts to keep the battle standard tall and proud (or in this case, just upright), made him too easy a target - one of Morgaine’s snowballs hit Leif’s shoulder. Flakes from the exploding projectile struck his cheek and ear and Leif dropped back down behind the wall with a not-very-dignified yelp. He pulled his hood up - probably long past time for him to do that, to be honest. Leif seized another of Morgaine’s snowballs and lifted his head just high enough to peer over the wall. He watched the corner with eagle-intent focus just slightly marred by the fact that he was shivering. When Morgaine stepped or leaned out to throw a snowball, Leif would get her this time, he was sure of it. Leif makes a flag for his snow fort wall but alas, he is hit! The next time Morgaine comes around that corner she’s getting snowball’d. Maybe. Possibly. I dunno, Leiflet, your track record isn't looking so good. |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 24, 2014 20:18:19 GMT -5
"Well you could always ask Master Mao to show you how northerners make snow-people just by rolling the stuff into a few giant balls," she called back, only to have to duck her head back as a snowball sailed by. It clipped her on the side of the chin and she winced a bit from the cold. She grabbed another snowball, glancing around the wall to see that Leif had momentarily vanished from sight. After a bit of waiting, she finally saw what he was up to with the stick, and grinned. But not one to let such a good opportunity pass, she flung her snowball at him while he was exposed and caught him on the shoulder. He vanished again with a yelp, and she dove for the snowballs in her pile behind the wall once more. But this time she took not one, but two. If he was going to hide behind a castle, well she'd just have to storm it then, and take a few hits in the process. Darting around the wall, she felt several snowballs buffet her in the chest but she ignored them. The locksmith ran towards Leif with a whoop of, "For Woo and Country!" CHAAAAAARGE! 8D |
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Post by Tiger on Aug 25, 2014 11:42:53 GMT -5
Leif’s ears pricked at the mention of Kirin. He called back, “I could - but I don’t think you’ll let me get backup from Stallion Manor, either!” Morgaine did have a point; Kirin would probably know how to make snowballs and snowpeople both - though Leif suspected he would prefer making snow-dragons and the like. Leif was less sure what Morgaine meant when she said snow-people could be made out of very large snowballs. Maybe you could use one for the head or torso, but legs and arms were a touch more complicated...he was probably missing something. Ah well. Leif heard fast-approaching steps crunching the snow and he peeked over his fort wall to see Morgaine heading directly his way. He threw a few snowballs and actually hit a few times, but the Locksmith remained undeterred, coming right for Leif’s suddenly not-very-safe-at-all fort. ”For ‘Woo and Country!”Oh, Leif wasn’t going to sit here and wait for Morgaine to arrive and drop a snowball on his head. He gathered a couple of the remaining snowballs in the crook of his arm like some sort of very confused nest-raider, plucked the tiny flag from the wall, and ran. There was deeper snow behind the shop - maybe he could make some sort of bunker there, something with higher walls...wait, no, he wasn’t going to have enough time unless he cheated and used magic. At least there’d be more snow to - Whether a snowball hit him in the back or his boot didn’t quite pull out of the snow fast enough, Leif wasn’t sure, but he stumbled, and crushed all but two of the snowballs between his arm and stomach. Well, that wasn’t good. “Mercy!” he called to Morgaine. “I seem to have impaled myself on my own lance!” He let the loose powder fall to the ground in a sad pile. Leif knew better than to expect Morgaine to go easy on him - she might have offered Leif her stockpile, but only after hurling a snowball at his head. Luckily, Leif didn’t plan to rely on any sense of fair play. Accepting that he was likely to get a snowball smack in the face as he turned, Leif threw one of the two remaining snowballs at the Locksmith; at the very least, it should catch her by surprise. Leif abandons his tiny fortress of solitude, taking only some snowballs and the flag. Like a moron he stumbles and crushes most of the snowballs, however. Leif tries to bluff Morgaine into thinking he’s out of ammunition before throwing a surprise snowball. |
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Post by Shinko on Aug 25, 2014 18:57:12 GMT -5
Leif bolted out from behind his fort with several snowballs in his arms, but he didn't make it very far before he slipped and crushed several of them. “Mercy! I seem to have impaled myself on my own lance!”She chuckled, coming around the side of the building. "Well points for effort at the very-" The locksmith broke off sharply as she got Leif into view; her blind side had been facing the alley when she approached. By the time she realized the trap, there wasn't much she could do. It was a well laid trap, made even more effective by a detail he hadn't even consciously taken account of; from a standing position Leif was a good bit taller then the old woman. What on anyone else would have been a relatively low-aimed projectile smacked Morgaine right in the face. She squawked indignantly, backpedaling several steps and tripping over the hem of her dress to fall backwards in the snow. She landed with a thump in one of the drifts, laughing hard as she brushed the ice out of her face. "Whoops, that was careless. Well played, Master Leif, well played indeed. I yield; I should have known better then to think I could best a man who fought gryphons alongside my son." she grinned up at him. "Least for the moment we're a little warmer, hm? What were you so cross about anyway, if you don't mind my asking?" Leif's plan works a little better then he probably intended, and Morgaine ends up falling flat on her rear in the snow. She laughs it off though, admitting defeat and asking Leif why he seemed so dismal when she first spotted him. |
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Post by Tiger on Aug 25, 2014 19:50:27 GMT -5
Leif was very proud of his strategy for all of four seconds. He winced when the snowball struck Morgaine’s face - he hadn’t even been thinking to adjust for height. And now that he thought about things he wasn’t accounting for, Leif wondered if Morgaine had even had a chance to see it coming with her bad eye. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the locksmith staggered back and fell right into one of the banks of snow. Leif had just knocked an short, old woman with a bad eye into the icy cold snow, after smacking her right in the face with a snowball. Somewhere above, Lord ‘Woo’s beak was probably firmly planted in his wing’s equivalent of a palm. Leif dropped his last snowball and hurried to Moragine’s side. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Braham!” He offered a hand to help her up, realized his glove was wet and cold, and pulled it off before reoffering his dry hand. “Are you all right?” Judging by her laughter, though, Morgaine was okay. “I didn’t intend to use my gryphon-fighting instincts,” Leif added apologetically to her commentary. “And now you see why Sir Sieg earned so many extra wounds compensating for my battle strategies.” He had to admit he was a little warmer from all the exertion. Leif actually left his glove off for the moment and brushed back his hood. There was a slight, coppery taste like blood in the back of his throat, which he had been assured was normal in the cold, and though it usually creeped him out a little, in this case it actually felt sort of rewarding. Morgiane asked what had been bothering him, and Leif sighed, his concerns brought to the forefront of his mind. “I was looking for my owl. He decided to fly off when I took him out hunting ...He’s fine, I’m sure, he must have wanted to see all the snow.” Leif hesitated, but admitted, “I just worry about him. Forth’s very tame as raptors go, and he’s getting old...” Shaking his head to clear some of the grim thoughts, Leif asked, “I don’t suppose you’ve seen him? He’s a snowy owl - very large, white black banding on the chest and wingtips?” Lief apologizes for his merciless tactics and offers a hand to help Morgaine up. He explains that he was out looking for Forthwind because he’s a little worried about the older, fairly docile owl, and asks if Morgaine has seen him. |
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