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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[magicalworld]

"No, but Mister Wagner and Doctor McCoy from school don't look human and they aren't from anoth- Hey!" Calvin jumps up when Kanaya gets attacked.

"Who threw that? We're having an important flag talk here!" He sends a flurry of snowballs back in the attacker's general direction. He had just been about to say that he might make her a flag regardless of rank, to see how it turned out.

[glowsferatu]

She hurls the snowball she has in her hand back, staying on her knees to keep under the cover of the wall. You're lucky to be so short, Calvin. "We may have unfortunately allowed this discussion to distract us from our task!"

Their opponents release a volley of their own, so Kanaya pulls open a portal to catch them, shooting them out in the other direction.

[magicalworld]

"Hey, I didn't know you could do that!" Calvin is just delighted by the creative portal use. "Pasting the other side with their own slush- it's almost poetry! Keep that up and I'll make you the best flag you've ever seen." He throws some more snowballs of his own, for good measure.

[glowsferatu]

She gives him a grin, reaching for a snowball out of his pile to hurl back. "Well, that's why I've remained in a defensive position rather than moving out to strike at our opponents like the others. Someone must ensure the good condition of our homestead!"

[magicalworld]

"That's right! I built this, and there's no way I'm going to let anyone wreck it!"

He throws one more snowball, then turns to Kanaya. "Listen, I need to go scout out the opposing base later. From what I've seen, it's almost as good as mine. Not as good obviously, but we need more information. Can you stay here and keep this place safe?"

Calvin pauses, realizes he's forgotten something. "Oh, and I'm Calvin."

[glowsferatu]

She tosses another snowball over and then offers her hand. "Kanaya. And you can take for granted that I will give this fortress the care and defense it is due."

She peeks up over the wall, seeing if she can get a good vantage point on the enemy fort, then looks back at Calvin. "Would you like a shortcut? I could deposit you right along their outer wall."

[magicalworld]

Calvin shakes the hand like they're conducting a business deal. "You can do that? That would be perfect! I can sneak right up on them without being detected. Hold on-"

He pauses to zip open his backpack and scoop some more snowballs into it from the pile, then zip it back up. "All right Kanaya, I'm ready to go whenever you are."

[glowsferatu]

She takes a glance around, confirming that their little platform is in fact a bit too narrow for this. Looking just behind them, there is the space between the wall and the inner fort, she could use that.

She pulls at the air, bright green threads appearing in her hands as she does, an opening in space itself appearing at the end, with the white expanse of the park's snow through it. As she crosses and weaves the threads, the opening skews and changes until it's parallel with the floor of their platform and small enough the other end shouldn't be too noticeable.

On the other side is the outer edge of the enemy fort, but at a safe distance of about ten feet. She'd hate to drop him right in the middle of a firefight. The angle's about 90 degrees off from his entry point, so gravity and direction physics may have a few protests once he steps through. She decides to warn him about that with a simple "Watch your step," but afterwards will worry that might have been too obtuse.

"And good luck, of course."