all the boys who the dance floor didn't love

[culver]

WHO: General Nill, General Damian, & everybody who signed up or just wants to come.
WHERE: Central Park.
WHEN: 7 December, 10 AM - sometime Saturday or Sunday.
WARNINGS: WHO KNOWS.
SUMMARY: Damian told Nill she wasn't prepared for war, and she's determined to show him differently.
FORMAT: Quick to start, but do whateva you want.



[The field is huge, without cover, and blanketed in snow. To anyone passing by before ten in the morning, it looks serene and beautiful. But as soon as the clock strikes that special hour, two imports with something to prove take to the field to shake hands and wish each other the best. In what?

Snow war.

Pick your side or make your own side, take prisoners or show no mercy; this is more or less a free-for-all. Who will be victorious? Nobody has a clue. As long as Damian gets whapped in the face by at least one snowball, everything will end up just fine.

Team suggestions are just that: suggestions. If you want your character to defect, start their own team, etc. please feel free! And start any new thread headers you want, these were just some Hallie suggested. Have fun!]

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[plains_hunter]

A ball of white came zinging out of left field, smashing into Kotetsu's back from afar. If he turned around in the direction of the attack, he'd notice that Thomas was already readying another volley to throw. He was dressed in light jacket, to keep his maneuverability.

"Situational awareness, comrade," he chided, grinning smugly, "If this were a battlefield, you'd already be dead."

[wild_roar]

Swiveling around quickly, Kotetsu registered that it wasn't one of the kids who hit him. That was annoying. His face twisted into an unimpressed scowl. "What? What the hell was that, I thought the kids were having a snowball fight!"

He checked to make sure his coffee was still intact. So far, so good.

[plains_hunter]

"This is a free-for-all, there are no rules as to who participates. The only rules is to keep powers out of it," he said, tossing his next snow ball up and down in his hand, "Besides, as open as you were, a fourth grader could have hit you."

[wild_roar]

"I'm not playing!" Kotetsu insisted with a flail, not realizing he wasn't exactly standing on the sidelines. "It's kind of hard not to be open when you're not even playing! Sheesh..."

Just in case, he sidled away toward a sidewalk. Not that it would protect him.