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Having made a few snowballs by the time, Kiba threatened whoever else tried to direct them and then threw a rather large snowball through part of their wall, Ryuu saw a great oppurtunity to attack. Throwing three snowballs one after another at the elf things that were attempting to repair the wall, Ryuu then went back to work in creating more snowballs.
"BETTER IDEA. IF YOUR DONE BUILDING A DEFENSE START GOING ON THE OFFENSIVE BEFORE THEY CAN FINISH REPAIRING THEIR WALLS. ANYONE WHO IS MAKING SNOWBALLS NEEDS TO MAKE SURE THAT OUR THROWERS HAVE A FEW READY TO THROW...AND FOR THE RECORD THIS IS SHOUTING." Ryuu shouted at the alliance. He doubted that the large shinigami was really going to throw someone as part of a large snowball (besides the elves would probably consider that cheating). Besides he wasn't going to let himself be intimidated by the shinigami even if he did have no access to either his weapons or even his reiatsu.
Noticing that the fortifications on his side, while not ornate at all, were packed together well enough to serve as a suitable wall, Ryuu knew that soon they would be able to focus more on offense. However there was still the question of how they would be able to prove their victory. Was this to be a battle of attrition to see who could last the longest? Or perhaps they had to take the blue elf who seemed to be dumb team's leader. Either way Ryuu would make sure that their ragtag alliance would achieve victory on this day.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 17:22:45 GMT -8
Under other circumstances he might question the explanation. He might wonder where the elfthings had come from. What they wanted. But considering the matter-of-fact way the Captain delivered it, Rip felt no argument was needed. He fired off a quick salute then peaked his head over the makeshift wall, spotting for the man. The snowboulder hit the enemy wall dead on, doing an impressive bit of damage. He nodded in appreciation before ducking back down to avoid any sort of retaliation on the elfthings' part.
He glanced at the Captain and delivered his report, "You hit about dead centre on the wall. Try higher to spray across the battlements? Or just lob it over..." He glanced about quickly, then started making smaller snowballs to reinforce the shinigami's attack.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 20:56:22 GMT -8
Having finished her food, but discarding the rest of her drink, Chie shambled out from her shelter, peering around as she attempted to decide where to go. She felt a warm, pleasant feeling settling about her, though she was still cognizant and her motor skills had not yet suffered. Whatever she had imbibed was minimal enough to only allow for small buzz, one that provided a much needed social stimulant for the introvert.
She strode over to the the ladies, who were providing gloves and things to ward the battlers from frost bite. She was provided, much to her relief, with gloves. She didn't require a scarf or hat though, as she was adequately covered in those areas.
Now if there was one thing Chie could help with, it was aim. Her strength wasn't particularly impressive, lacking to be honest, but the woman did have a steady hand and a sharp eye, so she found herself saddling up behind a snow-wall, not too far from Kiba. She peeked over, squatting down to avoid fire as she tried to discern a target's placement. Of course, she had heard Harupia's call to take cover, Chie only risking a few more moments to glance around before ducking back down again.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Dec 22, 2012 23:42:22 GMT -8
The cold weather was always enjoyable, but even more-so when one was comfortably warm. So, as the short, yet fit woman trudged along in the chilly air and winter atmosphere, Ume adorned heavier clothes: warmer grey-sweatpants, a thermal-esque long-sleeve shirt underneath a black, thickly warm jacket, which had her division insignia on the back and had some sort of fur on the inside - not like she really cared what it was specifically - followed with black gloves, a matching scarf and bowl-shaped hat, which covered her ears quite nicely. To add to her clothes, Ume wore a pair of boots, which the ends of the pants were tucked inside, and warm enough socks.
Sadly, this attire wasn't befitting for any royal occasion, however, it did provide comfort; and that was all that really mattered to the fifth division Taichou. In fact, some would probably think she just rolled out of bed... And heck, they were probably right! Besides, shorty hardly dressed to impress anyone, anytime, any day.
Her hair, peaking from the confines of her hat, blew and swayed slightly as some of her plum-violet strands rested along her shoulders, orange eyes squinting against the harsh air. Her maw, obscured by the fabric she casually wore and the scarf alike, was luckily warm, including her nose, but even the slightest windburn and rosiness was visible on her pale, alabaster visage. Thankfully, it was really the only portion of her body exposed to the frigid temperature, her eyes and face that weren't covered by her articles of clothing, that is.
As she trekked toward the first district, hands resting cozily in her jacket pockets as her hood was up and aiding the hat from any sign of harsh wind, Ume's stomach growled and rumbled. Boy, was she hungry! She groaned lightly, usually sticking to herself throughout these festivities, unless of course the aloof, isolated woman had to engage in conversation and interaction. Sometimes she wondered if grabbing food and leaving immediately after was a horrible thing, but obligation seemingly kicked in, compelling her to stay. Or was it the company that influenced her decision? Not dwelling on the subject, seeing as this was a celebration of all factions, her eyes averted to the path ahead, which led to the first district. Her pockets were empty, besides her extremities stuffed within her jacket, indicating that her weapons and the like were home. Not like she needed them anyway, right?
It wasn't uncommon to hear shouts and screams, at least, on a caliber that reflected merriment and a joyous evening. Strangely, as she approached the gate, she could clearly hear shouts, but of the battle-cry variety. Blinking quickly, Ume then realized the large slope of snow that appeared to climb over the gate, and so the woman figuratively scratched the back of her head. "Strange... Did they change tradition or something this year?" She muttered to herself as she began to brave the slope, making sure she wouldn't fall through the snow at any point in time. Carefully making her way, she noted the guards and their expression, before waving to them quickly with her right hand.
As she ascended and reached the peak of the slope, the entire picture came into view: two sides, loads of snow, structured like a fortress, and on the one side were these strange humanoid-creatures... Like shorter versions of herself, or something. Standing way off to the side in what could be considered 'no man's land,' Ume frantically searched for any sign of food, also exclaiming, "The hell is going on?"
For now, she could only observe... And hardly begin to comprehend what exactly was happening here. Snow balls thrown back and forth, creatures never seen before... Unless they were a band of midgets or something...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2012 22:01:54 GMT -8
A loyal, willing follower - how long had Kiba waited for such a mythical beast to occur? Alas, not all unicorns were meant to be ridden, it seemed - not very long after his successful campaign against the elf-wall, that smart-ass went and called Kiba's bluff, meaning with a sigh, the Taicho had to up and vacate his position. "Hold your position, Rukonfukutaicho; I'll be back."
With this murmur, Kiba was off, scurrying with bent back down the line, behind the formation of Allies tossing snowballs and old ladies handing out mittens, where he wouldn't be seen: his was a mission of great tact, of supreme secrecy, and of dominance.
The elves, meanwhile, were not content with simply 'taking' this thrashing, oh no! The Allies had shown their abilities, and the Elves would not be outdone! With a loud cry of effort, a great WHUMP resounded into the air - and suddenly two tall streams of snowballs flew upward into the air, arcing down for two very specific locations.
The first position was the source of the flung snowboulder, the snowtrebuchet if you would: though Kiba had left the area, a fact the elves hadn't caught on to yet, his vacated area would be peppered with a slew of raining snowballs, which splattered angrily into the snow and into the hair of those poor souls unprepared for the attack, surely stunning any directly hit with their unprecedented chill!
The second position was the location of the other shouting, incidentally where Kiba himself was now headed: Ryuu and those around him would find the sudden snowfall at the least distracting, and at the worst would find their faces full of bitter frost, a stunning blow!
Because really, lets face facts: it was snow, not like anybody was going to get crazy hurt or anything. Silly elves.
This attack would end shortly after it'd begun, and with the sound of raucous cheering from the Elf's side; they'd attacked, hurrah hurrah! And the punctuation mark would be made only the bolder when they saw dissension in the ranks, for just as the rain of snow ended, Kiba's hands would reach for Ryuu, and not simply to grab, oh no: Kiba's intention was a shove, a mighty upward toss that would surely send Ryuu into the air and then into the snowbanks between the Allies malformed half-wall/half-hill and the tables that formed the 'no cross' line: not Kiba's best throw, but all things considered, not much time was able to be spent on it.
With a nod, the Taicho would quickly turn and scamper his way back to his boulders: there was much throwing to be done, as evidenced by his throwing of a particularly naughty would-be dissenter. Oh, how Kiba failed to appreciate dissent! Fortunately for Ryuu, it seemed the Elves were busily attempting to finish patching the hole in their wall and recover from the great torrent they'd spewed to bother with attempting to pelt him while he was vulnerable, the load of them ducked beneath their walls, attempting to pack them thicker.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2012 22:44:09 GMT -8
It seemed that none of Ryuu's attack was to any avail. But instead the elf things retaliated with a counter-attack. With a volley of snowballs that blotted out the sun. Shielding his face so he wouldn't get snow in it, Ryuu's side managed to withstand the volley. It would appear that this may in fact turn out to be a long and bloody conflict.
However Ryuu's musings on the tactical and military force of their new foe was interupted by a betrayal most foul. For one of his so called allies had thrown him over the wall for merely talking back. Getting back to his feet a moment or two after landing, Ryuu was able to see the traitor who had thrown him trying to escape back to his own position (he was rather big afterall). But sadly for him Ryuu was a good snowball thrower, was currently armed with a snowball that he had been making and had him directly in his sight. And thus with a mighty throw (also known as an average throw) Ryuu would send the snowball toward's the back of Kiba's head. It was a pretty good throw however Ryuu didn't have the time to stick around and see if it hit.
Quickly moving through a portion of the wall before he the elves could take advantage of how out in the open he was (or at least not take advantage of it too much) Ryuu then went to help repair the part that he had come through. With that things between him and the traitor would either die down or perhaps it would escalate into a civil war which would then turn into a three way conflict.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Dec 24, 2012 4:36:57 GMT -8
The battle raged on, as Mai did follow his request to get some higher ground, and as far as he saw she got there fine. He wondered just how well she would do... at least she would be a bit further from the front-line of sorts, since the elves would most likely aim at the lower walls where more people are seated. And from the higher point she would be able to in-from them of any danger...he felt bad thrusting her into the thick of things, but it seemed a better idea then him going up and leaving her down all alone... you never know what this snowball's would actually do to you once you got hit...
As he thought that, the onslaught of snowballs would start, and one of them would find themselves splattering on the back of his head, before he ducked back behind the wall. Stupid Harupia, loosing focus...ahh the cold, the...mild, not really threatening cold...he didn't turn into an elf or some goblin or anything...he guessed that the snowballs were just that, no evil magic involved...huh. Still, the little rascal took the children hostage of sorts...so they still would need to fight back.
As he mused what to do, he caught the sight of Kiba Taicho coming by and grabbing the shouting humanoid Hollow, and then tossing him over the wall in one swift motion. He couldn't help but to find this slight act of back stabbing a bit amusing. It also showed that the elves were out of ammo, or at least not as interested on snow pelting. Now was the best chance he saw. He would call out "Open fi...erm, snow!" poking out from behind the wall and starting to throw the ball's of snow he had nearby, with not that much strength, but it was still something.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 9:01:52 GMT -8
The enemy made their counter-attack. A wave of snowballs came from the side of the elves, dwarfing the movement of the cold orbs from the side of the alliance.
Yoshiya was able to take cover, behind the mound of snowballs he was building. However he was not to fully escape the assault from the enemy. One snowball dislodged the top of the pile and fell on his head, in an almost comical fashion.
Still, it ended as soon as it began. When the coast was clear he got back to work, building up snowballs for the man next to him, when he saw the Taichou throw the Hollow who had, in his mind, given fairly competent instruction. Suppressive fire was a good move, and may have prevented that onslaught.
And so as he gathered he yelled. "Hey, Taichou. Forget your pride, the enemy is over there, and as far as I can see you are in charge of the security here. Either lead us or appoint someone else to and get back to tearing down their defences."
"Your move, good sir."
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Dec 24, 2012 17:21:19 GMT -8
Sengoku, with his powerful arms and less than spectacular aim, had managed to deplete his initial pile of snowballs. he'd been throwing them over the goblins' walls, but hadn't actually seen himself hit anything. He hurried to make more snowballs, resupplying his armory with thick, dense spheres of icy doom. He was just straightening up to throw another snow ball when the goblins unleashed Norse Hell.
It all started so innocently, with nothing more than a shadow forming around Sengoku. Then the shadow was joined by others. Then they got bigger. Sengoku slowly looked up, and saw, to his horror, a barrage of snowballs raining down upon him. "Bollocks..." He grumbled, reaching for his flask and taking a long drink just before he was buried beneath the snow.
Cold seeped into his limbs, and he was vaguely aware of an inability to open his eyes. Something was moving above him, and there was a great, cold weight pressing down on his body. Suddenly, light punched through the snow tomb, and a warm pink tongue dragged over his face. He groaned and struggled to get up, pushing the snow, and the delighted Haiiro, off of him, sputtering and spitting. "Those sodding brats are going to get it now!" His stockpile had been destroyed in the barrage, but he could rebuild. He began making a snowball, and continuously compressed it into a hard, compact core. he packed more and more snow onto it, growing it in girth and compacting it as he could. He was going to make a monster.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 21:34:47 GMT -8
"Aye aye, Captain!"
And so he held that position. Sitting in the snow. Making snowballs. He looked about, and noticed that shinigami he had met in The Notched Axe a while back. He smiled and waved enthusiastically. And was promptly buried in a torrent of snowballs.
He yelped. Squeaked. Cold snow dripping down his neck. He was in mid wave, eyes shut tight, suppressing the involuntary shiver. Staying where he was seemed like a silly thing to do.
And yet he continued to hold that position!
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Dec 24, 2012 21:40:10 GMT -8
Back and forth, both elves and the human race flung snow to and fro; the shinigami, hollow and rukongai citizens throwing larger snow 'balls' on certain occasions. Even the elves were focused on fortifying, considering the losses that were occurring on their side – however, the humanoids faced their own assault from the shorter people! While off to the side, Ume merely watched things be flung back and forth, even staring in slight disbelief as someone was literally tossed into the fray as a 'snowball', no doubt. The unfamiliar humanoid didn't seem ecstatic about it, either; showing his distaste by countering with a snowball at the assailant… Was that Shuchiku-Taichou?!
Chuckling slightly at the obvious dispute and comical-esque situation, Ume began to construct her own little fort away from the middle of the battle. If one were to look from a birds-eye view, they would notice a triangle with the 'forts'; with Ume being the tip-top of the triangle based on position… then again, any of them could be the top of the triangle...
She dug a bit into the snow beneath her and piled with all her might a wall in front of her frame, packing the snow to strengthen it. For now, she focused on packing and pile snow for a decently sized wall, obviously not needing much for a frame of hers so short and petite! Ume curved the top of the wall toward her and over her frame slightly, as if to protect her head if they should decide to attack her during the process, attempting to build a strong enough structure so that it wouldn't fall with the assault of several or more [or less] snowballs. Despite being more of a fighter, she still possessed the ability to make a mighty structure! Well, hopefully… she could at least try! As the production commenced, Ume swayed back and forth, glancing toward the elves to see if they were attacking, then returning to the construction work… and then she really started to ponder! What if she could use her reiatsu to uphold her fortress, like any other structure?
For now, she resumed making her shield, ready to try her idea as well as resume creating a sturdy fort. At this angle, didn't it make aiming for the elves slightly easier, given that she could see them from the side? Unless they curved their fort to block any side attacks?
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Dec 24, 2012 22:05:28 GMT -8
Unsure of what exactly was going on, and trying her hardest to evade any cold, icy projectiles flung her way, Mai did as instructed and called out groupings of the little monsters to whomever was available to listen. Naturally, this brought about a volley of those heinous projectiles at her person, and her face.
Her poor, poor face.
Thoroughly enraged that her face had been struck thrice in her time up at the tip of the verge, Mai considering her options. She could continue up here as she was bade, and she probably would. She could also contribute more than she was by actually throwing things as she contributed by calling out who was where and needed what and all that.
Without further adieu [because there is cherubic giggling elsewhere, most like], Mai scooped up some snow and began to absently roll it up in a spherical shape - she would get the next brat that hit her in the face, just you wait!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 14:06:50 GMT -8
Kiba could accept a retaliatory snowball to the back - movement from both ends prevented the snowball catching the back of his head - because it was to be expected that a lesser being would need to validate themselves with such a base attack; what he could not, however, was yet another random nobody attempting to boss him about. Turning on a heel, Kiba's growl was paused only momentarily as he recognized the speaker was a considerably older male, and so he couldn't help but flash back to his mother, if only temporarily, warning him to be respectable to his elders... or suffer. Still, his growl came, and he leveled a finger toward the old man.
"Keep it down or you're next." And a brief turn later, Kiba was stalking back to the side of his new Rukonfukutaicho, the loyal soldier packing new snowballs diligently. With a nod, for no words need be spoken between true soldiers, Kiba took two of the snowballs up and took aim for only a moment before whipping the orbs through the air, grunting as they exploded once again against the tight-packed snow wall.
The Elves chattered and shouted as they dove and fled from spot to spot, avoiding the flying snowballs frantically before finally one dove from behind the wall, waving his hands emphatically in the air. "Waaaaaaait!"
Gradually the snowballs stopped flying, and the apparent lead elf nodded as his hands fell to his waist. "Snowfight boring! New game!" The other Elves nodded and grunted their agreement, and as one they clapped, leveling the snow-fortifications on both sides and sending the tables sprawling to their origin points, the food re-appearing on the tables as though it'd never left.
"New game snow castle competition! Make fancy castle, win game! Start when ready!" And thus the elves dove into the snowdrifts, cheering and shouting as they began shoving snow into individual mounds, their slim hands deftly getting to work, each of them rushing to shape up various towers and what not.
Kiba paused, visibly unamused; he'd been enjoying the fight, but if this was the way things were to go...
Wait, why the hell was he doing what the elves wanted? Scowling as he formed the beginnings of his snow mound, Kiba considered this turn of events, frowning slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 19:03:53 GMT -8
So, the game had changed. Whilst antagonising the Taichou was amusing, and hopefully fruitful (alas, he did not, as Yoshiya had hoped, take command) the elderly Rukon needed to figure out what to do about making a castle. For a moment he hoped that old codger he met a few weeks ago would have been there, until he reminded himself that the pierced man had been judged a fraud by his good self.
Whilst a snowball fight could be conducted without much direction, this pretty much needed someone to co-ordinate their efforts. Still, until the time as someone took the reigns of command, he figured the best course of action was to form bricks out of the snow and pile them up wherever people seemed to be building. Oh how he wished he had a shovel....
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 23:19:30 GMT -8
Being the first to admit that he would throw a retaliatory snowball at someone's back in the name of petty revenge (it was a very fun type of revenge), Ryuu stopped paying attention to the snowball after he had thrown it and thus didn't notice that it missed. Although he did notice how the man didn't do anything to the other shinigami who was giving orders (despite his earlier threat) and would gleefully point this out to the man if it would mess with him or make him out to be the bad guy in everyone else's opinion. However for now they all had the new challenge to deal with.
At a bit of a loss due to the change in the game, Ryuu couldn't help but notice that they changed it to a contest for something that they obviously had the advantage in. He personally knew that his abilities in snow castle making weren't that great and he would probably be safe in assuming that was true for most of the other patrons. But perhaps they could win through a different method. Afterall they didn't have to make the best snow castle. All they had to do was make sure the elf things made a bad one. It wouldn't be too hard to sabotage it if they really focused on it. However they would need to time it right so the elves wouldn't be able to repair it in time.
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Post by Mhairyn "Aryn" Dirson on Dec 27, 2012 11:56:51 GMT -8
To add insult to injury, Mai was sodden and freezing from the melting snow that covered her body; she was trying not to shiver, and she was moving around some, but it wasn't enough to keep her blood flowing and raise her core temperature. Her reaction times were slowing, compounded by the by the onslaught of snowballs headed every which way and the numbing they brought about.
Needless to say, the change in games, as it were, brought the girl joy. Finally, she could get off this prone perch and do something far less stressful. She had never physically built anything, but she did have a sandbox as a child that she was queen of. Oh yes, she could do this. And snow was much more compliant than sand. Oh yes, she could do this.
As she turned to return to the grouping of her fellow Shinigami, she slipped on a lone snowball that she had somehow managed to evade. It elicited its revenge, and to Mai's sheer displeasure, send her sliding down the verge on her backside; arms flailed out wildly behind her as she struggled for her balance, ultimately losing it and careening down the slope.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Dec 27, 2012 14:57:26 GMT -8
The battle raged...not. Apparently, the elves decided that their snow ball flinging wasn't fun anymore...so they changed the game...now they were building snow forts...and all of the work that was done slowly poofed out of existence. The table were set back up with food, and most of the Rukon-Shinigami-Hollow alliance was just standing there, slightly dumbfounded...
Harupia was one of them, not really sure what to do now...seeing some people start to build up the foundation of the new castle, Kiba-Taicho being one of them, he stood there for a bit. For one thing, this seemed like a much better alternative then flinging around snowball's... he thought he could have helped a bit more, his aesthetic taste being much better then his throwing prowess. But on the other hand...
His line of thought was interrupted as he looked towards Mai who was heading back towards the crowd, only to slip down on a lone snow ball and into the ground. Cursing under his breath he rushed to the younger Tanaka and crouching down by her while saying "Mai, are you ok? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you to go up there...I just thought it would be safer then being down...look at you, your all soaked from the snowball's...can we get some fresh gloves here?" he would call out finally, looking around for any of the older ladies which were earlier around. He would also try to stand up with her slowly, making sure she wouldn't stop on her feet if any of them hurt. Though it didn't seem like she would hurt her lg in her fall.
Now it could have been seen as slightly foolhardy thing to leave the entire objective they were set out to achieve...but really, the more he thought about it, the less pressing it it really seemed. They weren't racing to build it fast, but to build it. And here was a younger girl,who not only he had grown to respect and enjoy the company of greatly over the lat few weeks, but who also was part of his Division, therefore his responsibility was to care for her safety. And with her endangering herself because of his command, worst case damaging her bones, least catching a flu or some other sickness, he felt more inclined to go and help her the best he could. Once he was sure she was more or less fine, he would aproach Kiba to discuss the potential course of action...assuming nothing would change before he got a chance.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2012 21:01:08 GMT -8
Well that was an unfortunate turn of events. Rip had been having fun. There was little more entertaining than a good ol' fashioned snowball fight.
The elfthings did not seem to share that sentiment, however. They proposed a new game. An exceedingly more boring new game. On the other hand, there was a great sense of accomplishment once one finished making something with their own two hands. That was kind of fun. I guess.
He started pushing the snow around in his immediate vicinity. After a moment he paused and regarded the Captain, "I can make a ball like nobody's business, but this castle building is a bit beyond my depth. Any ideas?"
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Dec 27, 2012 23:26:08 GMT -8
The sheer cry of the elves caught Ume's attention, and while her fortress making would have been worthwhile, the saddening reality was that the game had shifted into… snow-castle making…? Sighing slightly, Ume was slightly disappointed; perhaps from the quick change of pace into something new, or maybe her eagerness and excitement to partake in the snowball fight, but likely coming into the game late. This also meant that she couldn't really triumph on her own and, realistically, socialization was in order. So, as she glanced on to watch her wall-to-be become nothing but a pile-mound of snow, Ume had a distraught face – given the shape and height of her brows and the tragic gleam in those orange-hued oculars. The other structures of her face were shielded by the fabrics and scarf, so those were the only two great indicators.
Shuffling off toward the comrade side, Ume started off by introducing herself… and well, politely asking if she could join. "Need more help, everyone?" The fifth division captain glanced around, seeing some familiar faces; more predominately the other fellow taichou and shinigami, but eh! The captain, who was somewhat useful in construction, overlooked and observed the others, scratching the back of her head with her left glove, before speaking. "Wouldn't it be good to start with a blueprint, so everyone has the right instruction and knows what to create?" Ume exclaimed in a semi-loud voice, for all nearby to hear. Sadly, at times she was rather aloof, and completely missed Mai 'sledding' – cough cough. Ume instead debated what could and shouldn't be done.
"Well… they never said anything about being able to destroy the other castle… so… maybe those who are better with wrecking can make some sort of plan for that, while people who are better at constructing and intricate artwork can focus on the building?" She shrugged as she spoke, standing and glancing around to see all their responses. Maybe they would get somewhere!
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Dec 30, 2012 17:50:29 GMT -8
Castles. Snow castles? How the hell did you make a castle out of snow? How big did it have to be? Sengoku had no clue. He decided he'd just have to go with his gut. He leveled out a broad patch of snow, two feet square, and began mounding up snow into it. He packed it and shaped it, brushing it down with his hands until he had a two foot tall cube of snow. Once that was done, he grabbed some nearby cutlery and began scraping, chiseling, scooping, and brushing away snow. A structure began to take shape, a two story building. windows and doors became clear indentations in the structure. An overhanging roof took form, shingles carved out of snow. It soon became clear that Sengoku was designing a scale model replica of his tavern, with careful hands that didn't really seem to fit the big man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 18:25:29 GMT -8
Kiba frowned as for the umpteenth time in several minutes his great hand simply knocked over the pile of snow he'd been trying to shape into something, anything: with a sigh, he leaned back and looked around, and scowled at what he saw. The Doctaicho approaching him, asking for instruction - Ume-Taicho asking about blueprints and instructions - the surly old man making of all things bricks of snow? And for the most part, simply nothing was being done, as though the souls all were lost and confused, cast to the winds. Even his faithful Rukonfukutaicho asked for instruction! With a grunt, Kiba rose to his feet, placing hands on his hips as he looked out over the group.
"Listen to yourselves! Muttering about instruction and leadership and did I even hear somebody talk about cheating? Come on! This is the winter holiday, the peace day! We're playing games! Yes things are confusing and weird, and yes, we don't know what the hell is going on, but lets put some thought into the situation!"
As he spoke, Kiba kicked at the mound of snow he'd piled up, crashing it flat. "What few among you aren't leaders yourselves claim independence! Whether Shinigami or Hollow or Citizen, you know who you are and what you're doing! You've got as much instruction as anybody else, but you want somebody else to hold your hand and tell you how to throw snowballs, how to build a castle? These are children's games! And not even hard children's games at that! If you could do it when you were six years old, why can't you now that you're six hundred years old? You stack up snow! You throw snow! You have fun!"
Grunting, Kiba reached down briefly, scooping up a wad of snow before flinging it half-heartedly into the distance, huffing as he turned back to the crowd. "Behold, snowball fight! And if you just drop it and then drop more on top, tada! Snow building! Why would you make it so much harder than this? Why have you forgotten what this holiday is?"
Just short of flapping his arms like a lunatic, Kiba instead turned toward Sengoku, pointing vigorously. "Look, he can do it! He's figured out the deep mystery of being a kid, and he's no Taicho I ever saw, no Hollow so well known we have a rap sheet on him, and he's no kid! So why can he do of his own free will what you all seem to think you need to be told step by step how to do? Why does it come to the brawn-Taicho to be the one to lead you all? Why do the smartass wise old Rukon Citizens not know how to follow a child's instructions? Why do the big scary Hollow cower at a challenge? Why do Taicho known for book-smarts and tactical ability not know how to take the lead for themselves if they need a lead taken so badly? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"
Heated now, Kiba turned to his loyal Rukonfukutaicho, cross his arms sternly. "If a ball is what you can make, make a ball! A grand ball! A ball the likes of which none have seen before! A spherical snowcastle! Surely it will put these stupid elfkids to shame!"
Turning again to Haru and Ume, Kiba huffed. "If you're so clueless you don't know what to do, do what the other guy is doing and shape a building you know. Who cares if it isn't great - this is snow, and a game! Same to you, old man! And anybody else that's too feeble to try and figure out their own idea! Just make something you know! If it's precious enough to you that you can make it out of snow, then it's a castle!"
And so with a final huff Kiba turned from the group, storming off in a haze of kicked up snow before halting nearly a yard off, where he began to force snow up and into a new lump-shape. Because he was so used to dealing with wood, a much more resistant material, Kiba still stroked hideously at the snow, but before long, what he was doing was more or less clear: he was shaping a pine tree, more or less, of the same kind they decorated for the sake of the holiday, with little bulbous growths signifying his attempts at the bulbs and baubles they strung across the damned thing.
Off on their own side of the embankment, the Elves paused at the Taicho's hollering, nodding every so often at some word or other he shouted, before they began suddenly to knock over the great walls and towers they'd been shaping in concert with one another, and instead began work on their own individual pieces - little buildings of various shapes and sizes, suddenly much less well detailed than the buildings that had come before. It seemed they'd struck upon some inspiration during the hollering, and so all their previous hard work was for naught - they began anew, surely to coincide with the freshly-begun workings of the 'other team'.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 19:45:29 GMT -8
The words from the man touched Yoshiya. He had been surrounded in a shell of bitterness for oh so long. It was thick and dark. Yet the words pierced through the shell, and for a moment, Yoshiya felt.
Seireitei, 235nw.
Snow littered the streets of Seireitei. Like today, people were hustling and bustling. And in a park children played, throwing snow, making snow angels, building snowmen and snowforts. A young Yoshiya was out this day. She was there too. Together they bundled up two large balls of snow and placed one ontop of the other, making a fine snowman. In the eyes of the two, it was an object of finery. Yet even at that age, whilst they were young and care-free, it was understood the monument would not last long. The two elder Watsons taught logic from an early age. It was not joyless like Yoshiya's life had become, but he understood death and that all things must end.
Later that day the two friends would dine upon a hearty meal together, bestowed upon them by a kindly couple who annually threw a party for the young children of Seireitei. He would sing and dance and play games.
He could see her face in those times even to this day. Perhaps he should seek her out. No, it was folly. She was unlikely to be here, and even if she were it would still be unlikely that she would harbour the same desire to see him.
With that, the wound the Taichou had made was repaired.
Yoshiya wiped a tear from his eye, and solemnly made a snowman, a testament to the past, of times gone by. He was no longer a child, he had to continue on the path he had picked. He would bear his burdens until his deathbed. That is the way it must be.
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Dec 31, 2012 8:38:52 GMT -8
As Harupia was still taking care of Mai, making sure she was fine after her slip, he would turn his head to hear Kiba Taicho's hollering rant. The Taicho seemed to be somewhat...irate. Which he could understand...but he couldn't quite get why he was angry at them for this reason. They were not enjoying themselves enough? Well, maybe if this was part of a plan to make the traditional festivities more unusual, then he would enjoy them quite nicely. After all, there were snow fights, now they were working together to construct something...Only the food was ruined earlier, before it was brought back. So in general it was good fun indeed...
He would let his concerns rise to voice as he would call out "Id have a much better time having fun if I was sure all the children that turned into...something else, were safe and sound Kiba-Taicho...its hard for me to enjoy a good game when I'm worrying about someone else's faith..." They really didn't have an idea what was happening here. Who were these elf like creatures? What did they do to the children? Was there some point of this game? Were the children lost forever? Or was this all some clever ruse of the Shinigami? Unless he wasn't sure of that, he couldn't have as much "fun" as he'd like.
And then an idea struck him...if this was just all fun and games... it was worth a shoot. Turning to Mai he said "Come with me...and since everyone started building something, tell me, how well do you remember the layout of the Tanaka household?" while moving forward a bit, stepping as close to the elves he could get without actually trying to step on their territory. Once he was there, he would start the foundations of whatever he would be building,gathering up a good big pile of snow, while speaking towards the little critters onto he other side, saying "Sooo...little people...Where did you come from to visit us on this fine day?" Was it silly to try and talk with them> Most likely. But this was in general a silly situation,and for him, apart of the fun was meeting new people. So he simply decided to play along...and maybe learn what the hell happened in the first place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 15:25:20 GMT -8
Maintaining his smile as he listened to some of the other participants give their input, Ryuu's smile widened a bit when he heard Ume give the same suggestion that he had come up with. It was always nice to know that someone else was willing to cheat or bend the rules. It would make sure that you had someone to help you with the cheating. But even more importantly it made sure that there was someone else to blame it on. But sadly the plan of sabotage was discarded due to Kiba's speech.
Rolling his eyes at how Kiba's speech contradicted his earlier actions, it seemed to Ryuu that the shinigami couldn't bear to have someone listen to anyone else's instructions. However when the responsibility of leading fell onto him he then got angry at everyone else for wanting some sort of plan or strategy to follow. But it seemed like most of the alliance (and even the goblin elf things) seemed to buy into his speech so there wasn't much Ryuu could do about it now.
Beginning to make a ball of snow, Ryuu then began to roll it around to increase it's size. While he wasn't good at making snow castles, it was incredibly easy to make a snowman. Listening in on Harupia's response as he worked, Ryuu would soon finish the base and then went onto the body and the head. After attaching all three parts of the snowman, Ryuu would then use some of the food to make a face for it. Finding a spare scarf, Ryuu then put it on the snowman and looked at his handiwork. It wasn't anything fancy (It would need an old silk hat at the very least) but it was decent enough. Although at this point Ryuu wouldn't be suprised if it came to life and joined the goblin elf things.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 19:12:42 GMT -8
As the finishing touches were being placed on the individual snow-buildings, the elves all began to gently hum beneath their breath. The sound was barely audible, but they didn't break it up - rather than answer the Taicho who questioned them, the elves simply nodded as he began his own little project. Snowmen were made, the shape of a mansion began to form, and of all things a tree. Then, before long, the elves too finished their renditions of the homes of the Rukon. When the homes were done, the Elves stepped back and away, forming a long line of bodies as their humming picked up in volume. After a few moments the hum became a chant, a constant low call from hung open mouths, eyes gently closed, as the bodies of the elves began to glow. When the glow began to fade, it did so from the feet upward, revealing once again the children of the Rukon who had been changed, still garbed in their holiday clothes as the glow ascended above their still-chanting bodies, melding from the many into a single whole. This glow, too, eventually faded, and the shape became a massive ghostly entity. Far above this male being the clouds parted and began to spill away, sunshine pouring down over the gatherings as the creations of snow frosted over, turning to ice, where they would become locked in their current positions until eventually the warmth became to great for them to keep their forms. The single entity above the gathered bodies wore a great red cloak, his clean-shaven face well defined yet soft, glowing itself as though a star. A great blue cape billowed behind the giant, and he bowed his head to the gathered bodies as the children's chanting reached a crescendo. " Thank you, all of you, for recalling the spirit of these joyous holidays, of frolicking and merriment. Yours is the good will that will keep these lands whole. Happy Holidays, one and all." With the great spirit's final words, the chanting dulled once again to a humming, and then to silence as the children slowly released their hands, mouths closing and eyes opening. Small hands would rub feebly at tired eyes, and the now drastically tired children mostly went through the motions of participating in the resumed feast before heading home with their particular care-givers. The Fest itself would carry on well, with all present eating their fill nearly to the point of bursting before, finally, the sun would set, the festivities would be put away for the next year... and a long night of peace would settle over the Soul Society and Wasteland together, to celebrate the beginning of the new year. [Exit - All] And thus the Holiday Event ends - Happy New Years, everybody. Points will be tallied and posted in short order.
Kiba - 7
Sengoku - 6
Yoshiya - 9 [8 + 1]
Ryuu - 9 [8 + 1]
Chie - 4
Mai - 7
Haru - 7 [6 + 1]
Rip - 4
Ume - 4 [3 + 1]
Christmas bonus is one point per Mod post, which is 8. So the final count is as follows:
Kiba - 15
Sengoku - 14
Yoshiya - 17
Ryuu - 17
Chie - 12
Mai - 15
Haru - 15
Rip - 12
Ume - 12
Points are in the process of being added.
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