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

[four_quarts]

Too late~ [There's a sing-songy quality to his reply, made as he scoops up more snow and begins to walk towards the fort at an unhurried pace.]

[fuckthemancers]

You're horrible.

[Dreadful, even. Zulf is just going to try and scoot around the snow fort, Cubone in tow, and try to avoid Ghaleon that way.]

[four_quarts]

Oh yes. I am a legendary villain, after all.

[Yeah, scooting around that fort really isn't going to help much, Zulf. Ghaleon does know the principle of going around obstacles.]

[fuckthemancers]

Go be a legendary villain at someone else!

[Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.]

[Desperate times call for desperate measures. Zulf gives a high pitched whistles, and, from the distance... There's the rumble of a bunch of rattletail feet.]

[THE HORDE DESCENDS]

[four_quarts]

[Really? He's just going to summon his animal friends before even trying to retaliate with snow? Zulf, did no one ever tell you that escalating things on a troll is a bad idea? Now Ghaleon is just going to have to summon his own tiny army via a short series of whistles of his own.

The fairies, they come.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Shut up, Ghaleon.]

[It's just a distraction anyway as he promptly hauls ass once the area is full of rattletails and fairies, using that impressive little Ura flash-stepping technique of his. Yeah, he's going to hide with his precious baby in his arms, shut up.]

[four_quarts]

[Ghaleon leaves the fairies to amuse themselves by having a small, adorable little snowball war with the rattletails while he tracks down Zulf. Flash-step or no, it's not exactly difficult to track down people in snow.

He's coming for you, Zulf.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Not if he locks a door on him. HE HAS A HOUSE, GHALEON]

[four_quarts]

[When Zulf eventually emerges, Ghaleon will be long gone. However, there will be a note tacked on the door, written in Caelondian:

Thank you for indulging the whims of an old soul. I hope next time finds you more willing to participate. Have fun with the rest of your day!]