faderift | the kids'll blow dandelion fuzz

WHO: The Righteous Snow Teams & anyone who wants to watch (and laugh, and judge.)
WHAT: A GIANT SNOW FIGHT.
WHEN: 13th July or whatever the IC equivalent is.
WHERE: In the valley near Skyhold.
NOTES: ooc post 1 and also ooc post 2. The snow fight itself is closed to those that signed up, but the observation/chilling afterwards stuff is open. No warnings to add here, please put any that come up in the subject lines!

Also we have room for one more last minute sign up!

Wrap up warm! It probably goes without saying that certain medical personnel will be less than sympathetic to those who come to them with colds after this.

The valley near Skyhold has never really completely defrosted, given how high up they are in the Frostbacks, and Adelaide's students have found themselves working with an environment very receptive to the reintroduction of cold, even in the summer months.

The battle field is impressive. Each of the six teams has their own fortress, forming a rough circle on a thick blanket of snow. Each fort has one flag flapping over all others, the only one each has that cannot be stolen (or, at least, would be very challenging.) Their other seven flags are considerably smaller, and where they are depends entirely on how the team opts to defend them. The vast majority of the snow is white, but there are generous patches within and around each fort that matches that Team Fort's colour. Each fort is a little different, but comes with a catapult build inside it, and scattered around the field are large snow drifts, some battering rams, and a trebuchet. (No trebearchet, sadly. We can always dream.)

Every team member is given a sash of their team colour, and a round wooden shield that is so padded that hurting someone with it would actually be quite an accomplishment.

Far enough away to be spared the fighting, but not to entirely escape the chill that has been renewed in the valley, are some benches. There is warm cider and some food being served, and people are welcome to come and watch (and laugh, and judge) and/or hang out with the noble warriors once the fight has wound down.

Recap of OOC & IC Info;

ADELAIDE	BLACKWALL	CASSANDRA	MERRILL	NORRINGTON	OBI-WAN
violet	apricot	seafoam	raspberry	goldenrod	periwinkle

Andra	Zevran	Eirlys	Sabine	Sadira	Vasran
Alistair	Samouel	Church	Ruby	Clarke	Anders
Cosima	Rydia	Korrin	Martel	Mal	Aleron
Daenerys	Cullen	Sherlock	Ciri	Hermione	Ingrid
Bellamy	Kas	Aveline	Bruce	Taashath	Katniss
Pel	Ellana	Velanna	Lexa	Cyril	Merrick
Anakin	Jeannot	Emma	-	Val	Kirk

Plus Teren as a wildcard and liferiner. No other wildcards on the field!

IC-ish RULES AND STUFF.
1. NO WEAPONS, NO MAGIC.
Assume there is unlimited snow - some dyed to match team colours - so there are snowballs galore! Every person also gets an extremely well padded round shield as a chance to defend themselves. Don't use the shield as a weapon, pls and ty.

2. FLAAAAGS.
Each team gets seven flags that match their team colour. The IC goal is to capture as many flags as you can, but OOCly this is flexible and timey wimey and you don't need to worry about keeping track of flags bc who has time for that?

3. NO VIOLENCE.
Or, more accurately, no going out there to hurt people - it is a snow fight and there is siege equipment, let's not kid ourselves. That said; no tackling anyone smoller than you. If you hurt someone, apologise and don't be an ass. Don't make an NPC referee come after you.

4. BASICALLY JUST HAVE FUN.
Characters can't be eliminated unless they're being a big jerk, but no one wants that to happen because friendship is magic, or something. If it's fun and its awesome then odds are it's totally fine, unless it'd put a character in danger.

There will be an IC prize for winning, which will be ICly due to happen after Orlais since that opens up so soon after the snow fight.

A quick recap on how the winners will be determined OOCly - in three weeks time I will do a tally of points based on comment count and tagging around done per team. Three weeks will hopefully allow everyone a chance to dive in even if unexpected RL things happen, as they are wont to do, and not put on too much pressure with the Orlais plots opening up.

How to get points:
1. Open starters! Every team will get 2 points per team member that posts an open starter.

2. Tag around! Every team will get 2 points every time a team member tags a new person. (If character A tags characters B, C & D they will get 6 points total for tagging around - three different threads with character A and character B would still only result in 2 points.)

3. Keep threads going, hop around and have fun! Every comment by a team member will be worth 1 point. (Multi-comment responses ie. one tag split over two or more comments will still only count for 1 point.)

4. Be hilarious, do something awesome, idk persuade me that something is worth an extra point. NO SERIOUSLY, TELL ME I love excuses to reward people for puns and/or being absurd.

5. IC rule breaking may result in points being taken away because how rude.

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She's not injured this time, not sat in the mud with a useless leg waiting to be snuck up on. He doesn't have the advantage of surprise, or of her not knowing how deep his hatred runs or how willing he is to fight dirty. They both know each other now. They both know how easily this could turn bloody, and how bloody that could be if they started.

Lexa takes another few steps out of the fort and toward Bellamy. Seven feet now, maybe six. She could swing her path out and give him a wide berth, but not without it being an obvious deviation from the easiest and most natural route.

Her hands are empty, but she has a shield strapped to one forearm, but she keeps it at her side as she advances, like if she raises it in defense it will be a point for him, somehow. She may be aiming for nonchalant but feels the tension as much as he does, her fist clenched tight, gloved knuckles just visible around the shield's edge. She watches him intently, unwilling to be the first to break eye contact, either.

Seven feet. Near enough that he can see the whites of her eyes and the texture of the fabrics and furs of her clothes. He wonders, as he stares her down, if Clarke has seen her, if they've met on this stupid pretend battlefield. What did Clarke feel, staring her down? There's a familiarity to it, even if Bellamy wasn't face-to-face with Lexa like this.

He raises his chin in a short sharp nod. It isn't friendly.

"Leaving so soon?"

It's difficult to say whether Clarke and Lexa have met on this stupid pretend battlefield, time being stupid and pretend as well. But they have or if they haven't then they will, and hopefully it either has been or will be different enough--with its snow and its sashes and its total lack of real stakes--not to call up too many bad memories.

Bellamy is good at calling them up all on his own, setting be damned, and for Lexa the ones he prompts are fresher, if less bad in some ways. Bad enough she's not about to be friendly, especially if he's clearly not going to make any effort. But as always she likes the high ground, and while she's been the one to shorten that distance between them she's also hesitating to attack first.

"Yes. I got what I came for." Not a scrap of uncertainty in her voice or demeanor. It's not a question of if but how. Is he going to make her tackle him and take his flag, or is this going to end peacefully? She turns seven into five.

Edited 2016-07-20 04:47 (UTC)

Five feet between them, and that distance stays at five. Bellamy doesn't move, either forward or backwards, planted way more immobile than a snow wall but just as blank-faced. For a moment, anyways. When Lexa answers, his expression goes stormier, brows knitted, eyes narrowed.

"Good thing it's just flags. Nothing really valuable or important. Walk in, take what you want, walk out again..." Like this is all so normal. His mouth tugs up at the corner in a joyless smirk. "Except you're not going any further."

"You can't stop me." Lexa doesn't return the smirk. She sounds as certain of herself as ever, and as serious about this as about everything. It is a game and she has managed to treat it as one more than the 'training exercise' it often was in her youth (oh so many years ago), but facing down Bellamy doesn't feel like much fun.

"Either get out of my way, or I will put you down and take your flags with me when I go."

"Nice try." Like she wouldn't hit him in the back and take his flags even if he was inclined to listen to her. Which he isn't. Bellamy folds his arms over his chest, emphasizing his intent to stay put.

"You should try your intimidation tactics on someone who doesn't know what to expect from you. You want to try and get past me? Go ahead." He nods, to the left of him. "Try."

They are both the enemy, here, and Clarke is looking for neither of them. She's running past on her way to her own fort, various flags in tow, when she skid-stumbles to a stop at the sight of them--

not killing one another. But considering it, maybe, judging by their faces.

She could get between them. They could all fight it out. Or she could duck down and pack two snowballs. She's not quite coordinated enough with her off hand to throw them simultaneously, but poised to hand the second off to throw immediately after the first, it's quick, one-two: Lexa first, then Bellamy, both around the ears.

Lexa is about to. About to get past him, that is, not to try. There is no 'try'. It's probably going to take the form of something at least mildly violent and painful for Bellamy, but he never gets a chance to find out because instead snowballs explode off the sides of their heads.

She's caught off-guard, head jerked around looking for the source even as she's still rubbing snow out of her eyes and ears (ow). She spots Clarke and the urge to retaliate wanes, but her lips still purse and eyes roll, a little. She says nothing, but takes advantage of the moment to brush past Bellamy, the effect ruined by the gloved finger she has in one ear digging snow out.

Fortunately for Lexa, Bellamy is too distracted by the snowball that hit him in the head to really register her very dignified departure. He actually stumbles out of her way, since he's hit second, and by the time he's pawing snow off of his face, Lexa has already fled the scene, or marched off like a very cool snowfight warlord, depending on your point of view.

And some small progress is made here today, by the way, indicated in Bellamy's choice of pursuit. He looks after Lexa and thinks seriously about annihilating her. Maybe even with snow.

Then he grabs a handful of snow and goes after Clarke instead--probably out of self-interest, or maybe because going after Clarke will be more fun. Definitely not because he's scared of an Avvar in a snowfight.

Progress.

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ugh now i can't edit out that stupid semicolon how dare you tag me

i'm not sorry.

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