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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-17 13:44:00

Entry tags:

astor bennett, complete, day 29, faith lehane, illyana rasputin, marcus cole, mercy thompson, nymphadora tonks, sam winchester, severus snape, violet baudelaire

WHO: Tonks and Illyana, Marcus, Astor, Faith, Mercy, Violet, Snape, Sam, Andy (posting order)
WHAT: Snowball fight!
WHEN: Day 29, afternoon
WHERE: The snow forts
RATING: PG at most, I should think
STATUS: Complete

After showing Mercy around, she'd had a little bit of a run in with someone over the journals. But Tonks was nothing if not resilent, and she didn't let him hurt her feelings for long. Instead, she decided that exactly what she needed was some physical exercise. So she changed into some warmer clothing, swapping her normal t-shirt for a thick sweater, and then, she was off.

There were people there already, so Tonks picked a fort nearly at random and crouched behind it. The witch then spent quite a few moments simply packing snow into snowballs, but now she was ready. She had quite a pile to work with. Showing that she wasn't always clumsy, she clambered to the top of her chosen fort and cupped her hands around her mouth so her voice would project further. Of course, she could use magic, but that seemed like cheating somehow.

"Hey, guys! Let's get this going on!" As usual, her voice was full of good cheer and high spirits. And she immediately had to duck down as people from both sides flung snowballs at her. She had been a bit of an idiot, making herself such an easy target and then taunting everyone. Her uncharacteristic nimbleness went away very quickly under the rain of snowballs, and she half-fell half-slid back to her pile of snowballs. It was turning into a pretty fun fight, she thought. She was having a good time.

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marcus_cole
2009-01-17 09:17 pm UTC (link)

Marcus was in exactly the right kind of mood for this kind of fun. He was feeling carefree and relatively relaxed. More than at any time, perhaps, since he had come to Mirage, he was not in such a big hurry to find a way to escape. When he had spotted the snow forts during his morning stroll, he had made a point to drop by whenever they might be in use.

He was delighted, therefore, after lunch, when he wandered past and saw a full-sized battle underway. Picking a side at random, he ducked behind a fort to assess the stockpile of ammunition. Hefting a good-sized ball of snow shot, he grinned widely when he recognized the voice of the foolish person standing up and asking to get hit. Standing up, he waved briefly and lobbed his snowball straight at her.

"Well, well! On opposite sides, for once! Let the best one win!"

Immediately, the Ranger dropped down behind his shelter as several icy orbs whizzed his way.

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