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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 3, 2008 23:48:04 GMT -4
Christine adjusted her gloves and glanced over at the others in the group. "Before we start, maybe we should lay down at least one ground rule for the fight. No using your mutant powers," she said. "No getting an unfair advantage." She smiled and pushed her headband/earmuff combo back. "Fair?"
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Desperado
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Post by Desperado on Dec 4, 2008 0:16:13 GMT -4
It was cold. It was white. Two things Jacob wasn't familiar with. Oh, well. He'd live. He stood across from Chris and alongside the others, big burly black jacket on and hands in his pockets. No powers? No sweat. His powers wouldn't be much help here anyway.
"Sounds good to me," he said, looking at the other people gathered.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Dec 4, 2008 0:23:09 GMT -4
Ah yes. This was something Sam was very familiar with. It didn't snow a heck of a lot in Cumberland, but when it did you could bet that the entire Guthrie clan was out in the snow and that all of the kids would be ready for war.
He was ready alright.
"Alrighty, no powers then," He answered, "Ah'm fine with that".
Who was going to throw the first snowball? Would kick things off?
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Post by magma on Dec 4, 2008 5:45:13 GMT -4
The cold winter air felt so thick and heavy that Amara was almost convinced that should she reach out her mitten clad hands, she would grasp something tangible. It was an idea she quickly forgot, however, when a sudden wind ruffled her scarf and seemed to cut straight through the dense layers of clothing cloaking her body to the sensitive skin beneath. She had only been outdoors for a few minutes and already her nose had turned three distinct shades of pink. Amara sniffled as she ducked her head and sought refuge from the elements behind Sam's tall frame. It could only be a temporary solution, though, because Amara was pretty sure that once Christine stopped speaking, the game would commence. And that meant snow going here, there, everywhere. Including down her shirt. Still, the idea of a real snowball fight (her first) seemed filled with the possibility of fun and she was excited.
Amara shivered as she tugged at the end of Sam's sleeve. Blue eyes twinkling merrily, she whispered playfully, "Hit me and you're dead, Samuel. Consider yourself warned."
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 4, 2008 10:33:11 GMT -4
Standing opposite Christine as the girl spoke, there was a glimmer of mischievous anticipation in Kitty’s eyes which directly belied the brilliant smile on her face. She was practically bouncing in her boots as she waited for the fun to begin. Raising her mitten clad hand in the air much like she would in a classroom, she spoke before anyone could acknowledge it.
“What if we can’t control them? Like mind have a tendency to just kick in sometimes on their own, like my own personal Spidey sense,” she queried. Of course any comparison to Spider-Man was a good one because he was only the coolest super hero ever.
Not that the ‘no powers’ rule really mattered anyway. Every sport or game at Xavier’s mansion started with that rule, but none of them ever ended with it. All it took was for one person to break it then it became a free for all.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 4, 2008 13:02:17 GMT -4
"I suppose defensive powers like that could be excused. It's more so people like Bobby don't turn the snow balls into ice balls and end up breaking things. Remember, this is a game for fun. We're not dealing with the Fiends of Humanity or the Sentinals. It's winter, it's snowed, we're having snowball fights, making snowmen or women, going down the hills on sleds. All normal winter stuff. Yeah, we fight to defend humanity, but we're still teenagers, well, most of us are," she amended. "And we're allowed to slack every now and again."
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Desperado
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Post by Desperado on Dec 4, 2008 13:26:42 GMT -4
Christine started talking again. And she kept talking for a little while. Come on, really. They didn't really need this lecture. Oh, well, it was like Chris to do that kind of thing. Besides, it distracted her long enough for him to stoop down, form a snowball, and throw it at her in mid-sentence.
"Let the games begin!" he shouted with a smile, and then prayed that he could turn around and run faster than Christine could make a snowball.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Dec 4, 2008 14:01:07 GMT -4
Sam felt a slight push from behind him as Amara tried to evade the cold by using his body as a shield. It was just like that one movie said, "How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a snowball fight?"
Wait.... was that how it went? Sam had fallen asleep the last time they had all watched that movie.
"Hit me and you're dead, Samuel. Consider yourself warned."
He grinned at her remark, and for a moment, he thought about how fast he could fly, and whether it'd be worth it or not.
Nah.
"Fiinnne," Sam said through an exaggerated sigh, "Me an' you will be a team then, okay?"
It was about that moment that the first snowball went flying through the air.
"I hope you're ready Amara!" He said through a wide grin. He then quickly reached down to begin to build his first snowball. He flung it towards Jacob, and went down to make another. It was so nice just doing something fun, something innocent...something...
Normal. It was just like Chris had said, there were no giant killer robots, no whacked out zealots, no worries.
It was wonderful.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 4, 2008 14:11:31 GMT -4
Christine looked stunned for a split second before she bent down and scooped up a ball of snow. "Oh, you are so dead, Jacob," she said, tossing the ball at him. She gave a small impish giggle before tossing one at Kitty.
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Post by magma on Dec 4, 2008 15:06:09 GMT -4
And just like that, they were off in a whirlwind of motion and sound. Sam had already launched his first projectile, and Amara quickly followed suit. She crouched low to the ground and scooped up a handful of snow, patting it into place until it formed a perfect globe. Now, just to find the perfect target...
Whoooosh!
Amara flung her arm back and then watched as her snowball disappeared from her hand and made a beeline for Christine. The other girl had been distracted by Jacob and it gave Amara just enough time to seek cover behind Sam once again. She laughed gleefully, convinced that she was safe from retaliation when she felt something cold and hard crumple against her back. Amara whirled around, several strands of her long blond hair freeing themselves from her ponytail. It was a mistake, though, because just then another snowball flew in her direction, this time smacking her dead across the cheek. As the snow disintegrated, leaving a patch of water trailing down her face, Amara stood still in shock for a moment. Her assailant had already disappeared into the mix of people, and that meant only one thing if she wanted to get even: she'd just have to go after everyone. Well, everyone except Sam. She grinned. They had an alliance and if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn't go breaking it.
Bending down to make another snowball, Amara pretended to chastise her friend. "Part of being on a team, Sam, means that you have to watch my back. I can't believe you let me get hit twice!" Childishly, she thrust two fingers towards Sam's face as if to make her point. "I better not have to add a third finger anytime soon or else-"
The words died on Amara's lips as a well-timed snowball landed against the neck and slivered tauntingly down the back of her shirt.
"Oh, you must be fooling me!"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Dec 4, 2008 16:28:49 GMT -4
Sam Guthrie was a gentleman, a gentleman of the first order.
But he couldn't help but crack a grin at seeing Amara get plastered with snow. It was even harder trying to keep a straight face when she cornered him.
"Part of being on a team, Sam, means that you have to watch my back. I can't believe you let me get hit twice! I better not have to add a third finger anytime soon or else-"
He was about to say something, but then she was hit again.
"Look out." He managed to say between laughs.
He quickly built up a couple snowballs and just recklessly threw them into the general area of everyone else.
"Or else what?" Sam said, grinning like a little kid as he ducked under one.
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Post by magma on Dec 4, 2008 17:37:12 GMT -4
Amara smiled sweetly. "Or else you had better be prepared for a whole lot of this." And with that, Amara took the snowball she had been in the process of making and in one fluid motion, stuffed it down the front of Sam's coat. She gave his chest a few harsh pats, just to make sure the snow would settle in, and then took a couple steps back. As if to survey her work, Amara crossed her arms and tilted her head. Her brow quirked challengingly and belied the innocent voice she adopted as she asked, "Does this mean we're not on the same side anymore?"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, though, Amara knew that she was going to regret them. It was as if she just then remembered that Sam was a good deal taller and larger and faster than her - and it probably would have been wise to keep him on her side.
Certain now that Sam would retaliate, Amara took a few more dancing steps back as she waved her hands in the universal signal of surrender. Laughter was inexplicably bubbling up in her throat and she could only manage to choke out, "I take it back; I take it back!"
Amara shivered as melted snow trickled down the length of her spine. Right now, she would say anything if it meant keeping that pesky snow out of places it just didn't belong.
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Post by Doug Ramsey on Dec 4, 2008 22:48:12 GMT -4
No powers, huh? Well, that made things a little more even, Doug mused as he scooped up another snowball and packed it tight. Amara had moved behind Sam, so the easiest target was the tallest. He considered launching a second volley, but instead opted for a defensive manuever.
He ran for cover... dodging out of the line of sight for Jacob and Christine... but unfortunately missing Kitty in the chaos...
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Desperado
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Post by Desperado on Dec 4, 2008 22:53:14 GMT -4
Meh, he'd seen that coming. He had not, however, seen the one that Sam threw at him coming. So, while Christine's was an expected burst of cold, Sam's was just a burst of cold! The snow was flying everywhere. He ducked low to the ground to avoid the majority of them, then scooped up a snowball in both hands and threw one at Sam. Unfortunately, it hit Amara, just as she was apparently scolding Sam for something or other. It slid nicely down the back of her shirt, though, due to it not being packed.
He should feel bad that he had hit an innocent bystander in his revenge strike against Sam. Instead, he just laughed and hurled the snowball that was in his other hand at Sam, getting a cleaner shot in this time. Then the side of his face was pelted by a snowball. He used the semi-momentum from it to lean down, grab another handful of snow, and pack another ball, scanning the area for anyone who was laughing at his general direction.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 4, 2008 22:58:17 GMT -4
Defensive powers were alright, and that’s all Kitty needed to know. She didn’t need the pep talk that followed, and laughed loudly and suddenly when Jacob interrupted Christine’s speech with a well timed snowball. Her laughter stopped, though, when a snowball sailed straight through her abdomen. Looking down at her stomach momentarily, she quickly looked back up at Christine with widened eyes.
“Totally unintentional, I swear!” she exclaimed, but it hardly mattered as the snowball war had begun! Tugging her knit cap down over her ears, she stooped to the ground and gathered up a handful of snow. Looking back up at the chaos around her, everyone seemed occupied until Doug made a dash by. As he tried to take cover, she sent a snowball at his back.
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