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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 4, 2008 23:11:50 GMT -4
Christine laughed and tossed a snowball at Jacob. "That's for hitting me in the face," she said, laughing. "Thank goodness I didn't have glasses on otherwise I'd be blind right about now." She glanced about, looking to see if there was anyone she hadn't hit yet. Besides, Doug, Amara and Sam.
OOC: that's always the way - it snows, gets on my glasses and it's a bitch to get it so I can see
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Post by Doug Ramsey on Dec 4, 2008 23:28:13 GMT -4
Defensive powers only...
Great. Doug just realized that Christine had set the fight unfairly to him, herself, and Jacob. Kitty could phase through any snowball that came at her, Sam could use his blast field to make him untouchable, Amara could increase her heat to melt the snow before it hit her...
Doug could yell in 100 different languages: PLEASE DON'T WHITEWASH ME!
*sigh*
The snowball pelted him, and playfully he launched himself into the air like he was struck by a bullet in some cheesy spaghetti western, groaning loudly as he rolled to a stop.
If he was going to be playing against an unfair advantage, he needed to be smarter. And playing possum was going to get someone's attention, he chuckled, the snowball still held tightly in one hand.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 4, 2008 23:33:27 GMT -4
Christine giggled. She couldn't help it. Not when Doug was making such a show over being hit by a snowball. Of course, she realized that she was making it difficult for a few of them since the others had powers that could make it easier for them. She sighed. Yeah, she and Doug were totally screwed and she knew she'd have to make it up to him later. Totally treating Doug to a mug of hot chocolate later.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Dec 5, 2008 12:20:36 GMT -4
COLD! COLD! COLD!
The nerves in Sam's chest jumped at the feeling of the snow being sent down his shirt. The extra pat pat of Amara's gloves to the area certainly didn't help. The melted snow began to rapidly travel down his chest, moveing all too close to areas where it certainly didn't belong.
"Does this mean we're not on the same side anymore?"
"Mmmmm. Lemme see..." Sam said, trying to regain his composure "Ah'm thinkin' nooooo..."
It was at this point that she started to back up and attempt to take it back, so Sam decided to play along. He scooped up a big handful of snow and playfully advanced on her.
"Aw it's too late fer that Amara...now Ah'm gonna have mah revenge!" Sam cackled with mock menace, letting out his best rendition of an evil laugh.
For the people that knew Sam, this must of looked awfully ridiculous.
He held the snow aloft over his head and prepared to throw it. Or he would have if a snowball hadn't struck the side of his face. Thrown off balance, he dropped the whole mound of snow, covering his head and shoulders with wet, COLD, snow. The force of the snow caused him to trip over himself, fall, and hit the ground.
"Dangit..." Sam sighed, and wiped the snow off his face, "How about a truce then?"
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 5, 2008 12:28:40 GMT -4
Giggling at Doug as he acted like a totally adorkable tool, Kitty crouched low and made her way closer to him. Christine and Jacob seemed to be the obvious targets as Sam and Amara seemed to be completely occupied with each other at the moment. Hmm, now that was interesting. Kitty would definitely be prying Amara for some dirt later!
“Doug, you goofball!’ she exclaimed, scooping up another handful of snow. “You know, preparing a few forts before hand might have been a good idea.”
Pulling her arm back, she drove a snowball at Jacob.
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Post by Doug Ramsey on Dec 5, 2008 13:06:09 GMT -4
Think, Doug, think... the blonde lad silently stressed, as Katherine Pryde: ninja, SHIELD agent, phantom... approached the possum bait. Does startling Kitty disrupt her concentration, making her unable to phase, or does startling her make her instinctively phase...?! He couldn't for the life of him remember at all.
With all the training she had, Doug was betting on the instinctive reaction. As soon as she turned towards Jacob and wound up her pitch, Doug silently sidearmed the snowball at her.
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Post by magma on Dec 5, 2008 14:15:36 GMT -4
"Aw it's too late fer that Amara...now Ah'm gonna have mah revenge!"
"You wouldn't dare."
Even as she spoke, Amara's eyes were glued to the snowball in Sam's hand. She was taut with anticipation that increased exponentially the more he closed in on her, and she could scarcely blink so intent was she on not missing a cue that she was about to be fired at. If she was going to escape unscathed she had to be prepared to spring into action at a literal flick of the wrist. Sam's wrist more specifically.
Their game stalled for a few seconds more and then suddenly Sam's arm was up in the air and Amara was running. The thick snow beneath her boots impeded her progress and she had only made it several feet before an unexpected oomph stopped her in her tracks. Amara turned back and the sight she was met with was enough to send her into a fit of giggles. In her preoccupation with Sam, she had completely forgotten that the snowball fight encompassed more than just the two of them. Unfortunately for Sam, the others had not forgotten about him. Because there he was, sprawled on the ground, a flurry of snow settling on his hair and face and clothing. He looked so ridiculous that Amara almost felt bad for laughing at him. Almost. But then she remembered how he had been laughing at her own plight just minutes ago; this made them even she figured.
"How about a truce then?"
Having returned to his side, Amara offered her hands to Sam and helped pull him up to a more dignified position. "Are you a telepath now too, Sam? Because you've absolutely read my mind." She grinned as she brushed her mittens against his coat, dusting the snow away, and added, "To think I was actually afraid of what you might do, you oaf!"
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Post by jamie on Dec 6, 2008 23:06:04 GMT -4
Six forms dressed entirely in black ducked from tree to tree. They were dressed to blend into the shadows, to melt into the deepest recesses of darkness and virtually disappear. It would have been a brilliant plan were it not for one thing.
Snow was white.
Jamie and his snow army stood out like a sore thumb. Heck, they stood out like a hand with an extra sore thumb.
But it didn't stop them in the slightest. Jamie held his hand up to halt their progression and then he peered around the corner to make sure the coast was clear.
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Desperado
Training Mutant
Former teacher. Former husband. Former agitator. Former slave.
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Post by Desperado on Dec 7, 2008 14:33:23 GMT -4
Jacob didn't see who had targeted him the first time, but he did turn his head just in time to watch Kitty hurl a snowball at his face. For someone so tiny, she threw really hard. Jacob felt his head rock back as the snowball pelted his face and blinded him. He used his left hand to wipe the snow from his face while trying to hold onto the snowball in his right. He would get her back, but how?
"That's not fair, Kitty! You know I can't get you back!" She would just phase out of the way of anything he threw at her. Oh, he would get her back, just maybe not here and now. But soon, she would wake up with a lot of snow abruptly thrown on her face. Say what you wanted about Jacob, but he was a patient revenge...taker...person, if the situation called for it.
And anywho, doing things like that to Kitty was fun!
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 7, 2008 15:37:21 GMT -4
No powers. No powers for the actual snowball fight, right? But who said you couldn't build a super elaborate double leveled fortress made out of ice? Satisfied that he wasn't technically breaking any of the rules, Bobby shored himself up on the top level of his glimmering snow defense and set to work rapidly making the sweetest snowballs ever made by anyone ever anywhere at all.
The cold didn't bother him. In fact, he was outside in little more than a pair of jeans and a Vanilla Ice sweatshirt. He thought that was so freaking funny whenever he wore that. Seriously.
"Oh yes," he said under his breath, "target acquired." There she was. Poor little Kitty cat. Looking all diverted and stuff as she warred it out with Jacob. "It's the perfect storm," he said to himself as he gathered and lined up the glistening orbs on the ice wall in front of him. "And I'm the..." The analogy was falling apart. "...guy who is going to bring it."
Yeah, that was a good save.
Bobby took a couple of snowballs and with precision accuracy sent them sailing downward toward his good friend Kitty. As they hit their mark he winced. "Oh, that's not a good place for cold things to go, I imagine."
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Dec 8, 2008 11:51:12 GMT -4
He was cold. He was wet. He had just made a total ass of himself.
But Sam was having a ball, despite having just fallen on his rear end. He took Amara's hands and rose back up to his feet,
"Nah, ah'll leave the mind readin' to other folks," Sam replied, "Ah think maybe great minds just think alike.."
It was about this time that Sam had realized that from out of nowhere a gigantic ice fort had materialized out of nowhere. It didn't take much longer for him to realize that Bobby had been MIA for far too long. Usually, when Bobby hadn't been seen in awhile, you had to worry.
And his "Fortress of Solitude" was a prime example of this.
Was this a violation of the rules? Christine had made it clear that defensive use of powers was fine, but...was this over the top? He watched as Bobby let fly a line of exceptionally well aimed snowballs directly at Kitty.
Still, try as he might, Sam couldn't deny how cool it was.
"We should probably deal with General Popsicle over there..." He said, looking to the ice fort, "That could be an issue."
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 8, 2008 18:26:44 GMT -4
Concentrating on taking Jacob down with a well aimed snowball, Kitty didn’t even get a chance to brag before she was caught off guard when a barrage of snowballs hit her simultaneously from two different directions. Doug’s shot as well as Bobby’s first two hit her solidly in the back and side, but by the time the third one sailed down from the ice fortress her powers were back in full force.
The third snowball sailed right through her to hit Doug who still lay on the ground.
“Ha, nice shot, Bobby!” she laughed, grinning brightly at Doug before making a dash for Bobby’s fort. Oh, he was soooooo going down.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 8, 2008 22:56:21 GMT -4
Bobby was too busy cracking up. Man, he was the best at this kind of thing. This was like his freaking playground. He was the ICEMAN after all! He was Bob Almighty. The Bobinator. Bobby grinned to himself and almost didn't notice all the attention his castle had suddenly drawn.
"Time to really bring it," he muttered as he stepped back far enough to where they couldn't see what he was doing. Aiming his arm upward he focused his powers just so...and a series of rapid-fire snowballs began launching upward and outward like ballistic missiles.
Or some kind of missile things anyway.
He couldn't help it, he was laughing so hard he was crying. He was just THAT funny!
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 9, 2008 0:47:58 GMT -4
OOC: why do I get the mental image of Bobby making that one city out of ice to impress Rogue with that XD
Christine's jaw dropped and she stared at the ice palace. "And I thought those were only on the continent," she murmured, glancing over at the person next to her. "You know, the ice hotels, where the beds are made out of ice. Brr."
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Desperado
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Former teacher. Former husband. Former agitator. Former slave.
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Post by Desperado on Dec 10, 2008 13:17:50 GMT -4
Doug's snowball pelted Kitty.
And so did three more from the other side of her. He didn't know there was someone over there. Jacob turned to see who it was, and stopped, eyes wide. Then they narrowed as a wistful smirk came to his face.
"Oh, that's cheating." The game was on, now. Bobby was focused on everyone. He could just shadow-form and go up there- Wait, no. Just because Bobby's using his powers doesn't mean you get to, too. Besides, this is a Bobby-construct-snow-fort-thingy. Jacob felt himself getting pelted by snowballs as Bobby's barrage kept coming at everyone, now.
"And I thought those were only on the continent," Jacob turned towards Chris, who wasn't that far away from him now. "You know, the ice hotels, where the beds are made out of ice. Brr."
"Who the Hell would want to sleep on a bed of ice?" Jacob had never heard of such nonsense. Okay, now how do we outsmart Bobby? Crap, if only I was smarter I could figure this out. Aw, that's sad. I'm not smart enough to outsmart Bobby. No wonder I got bad marks in class. The barrage continued, and Jacob started moving forward, towards the ice fortress. Okay, this is starting to get on my nerves. I wish I could just push him off that thing. Wait, that sounds like a plan.
Thus did Jacob start skulking silently around the ice fortress, with naught but the most evil of evil thoughts and plans in mind. He would cackle maniacally later.
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