Day 309 [Open]

[dontyoujustwish]

Who: Anya, Ibuki, Patchouli, and anyone else!
Open: Open! Mostly.
When: Day 309
Where: All over the Bastion
What: SNOW!
Format: I'll match
Warnings: It's Anya.

[For Ibuki and Patchouli]
[Sometime after lunch, Anya takes off to look for two of her best lady friends with a spellbook under her arm and some key ingredients in her pockets.

She's quite cheerful about it, a little oblivious to whatever else might have been going on lately. Cheerful, and insistent. She will track you down.]


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[Later in the day, Bastionites may be surprised to look up and notice that... it's snowing. Not only that, but the temperature has dropped.

At least in the more southerly parts of the Bastion. The farmlands might get a few sporadic flurries, but it isn't cold enough there to stick.

So if you've been missing snowmen or snowball fights or any of those activities that require winter to happen, now's your chance. It's probably not going to last very long.]

((OOC: And feel free to just use this post for mingling!]

Comments

[countingthunder]

[River isn't about to let her opponent come that close without facing attack! Of course there are openings but they are also for outgoing snowballs.

She may not have a stockpile of them, but River quickly puts one together to lob at Disciple over the fort wall.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She launchs the snowballs anyways, regardless of the one smacking into her side. Casualties happen and if she throws enough of them, perhaps one will hit]

[Perhaps]

[countingthunder]

[The bombardment strategy is successful - one of them finally smacks River in the neck.]

I'm hit!

[She shrieks and collapses dramatically behind her snow wall.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[The enemy is down! But now, for the last barrage. Disciple steps over to the snow wall and dumps the last two right on River]

And now, finished!

[countingthunder]

[River feigns a brief struggle to get back up before falling limp. She is dead. You've killed her.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She bites back a laugh, instead kneeling solemnly beside River and shaking her head]

I'll always remember you, random stranger. A worthy foe.

[countingthunder]

[Without otherwise moving a muscle she offers:]

Her name is River. For the tombstone.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[Biting back a laugh, she solemnly nods]

Here lies River, who died as she lived, covered in snow.