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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[allbloodyhail]

"You said truce," he corrected, starting up a tall oak tree. Spike was getting way too into this.

[jupiterson]

Really? Was he climbing?

Jason grinned, and called a large gust of wind to lift him up level with Spike. The snowballs in his arms were very hastily made, but they'd do for now.

"And that's cheating," he said, and started raining his ammunition down on Spike.

[allbloodyhail]

"Can't cheat when there are no rules!" he calls out, though quickly goes quiet when the boy's attack nearly shakes him clean off the tree. He should have gotten gloves. This was getting a wee bit scary!!!! "Oy, who's the cheater now?"

[jupiterson]

This was totally cheating. Jason probably would’ve felt bad about it if Spike hadn’t just given him an out.

“I thought there weren’t any rules,” he said, with impressive innocence. Of course, the problem with this was that he was out of snowballs now. He reached for the tree branches to try and get snow from them, but sadly his wind had knocked a fair bit of it away.

[allbloodyhail]

And he had been meaning to use that same snow. So now they're at an impasse. Welp.

"...How's that offer for a truce? Still standing?"

[jupiterson]

Jason stopped this time, eyes narrowed. Well, they were stuck in a tree with no ammo and nowhere left to go. This probably defined a stalemate, if he was honest.

He held out his hand.

"Yeah. I guess it's looking pretty good."