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22 [Action]
We'll start the show with this one!
mischiefbreeder
[The plaza is empty today, quiet, as the snow continues to bear down on the village on day four of the November snowstorm. Not a soul can be seen. Near the entrance of the plaza, at the four-way intersection, there are two large piles of snow, one on the left and one on the right. It seems so... normal.

Of course, this is Luceti. There's no such thing as "normal". The moment someone comes near the plaza, a snowball comes flying out from one of the two snow piles. Afterwards, the ones responsible reveal themselves, stepping up from behind the snow piles.
]

Ready, Red? Let's get 'em!

Heh! You don't even need to ask. I've been waiting for this all day, Gold.

[You have just entered into a snowball war with Gold and Red. What do?]

((ooc: Joint post with Red! That's all I do these days, I guess. Order will follow as You > Gold > Red. Threadjacking is also totally allowed, and even encouraged!))

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[HIT IN THE FACE]

Oww! Geez, what was that for?

[B|]

Bullsey--...

[...Is that a lion.]

[He was about to throw another snowball before the realisation hit him -- his arm freezing midway.]

[And it's talking lion at that. What.]


. . .

Are you guys throwing that snow stuff?

[Slowly nodding. Dude it's a lion.]

[Well then. Red pauses for a moment to think -- before completely recovering from the fact that a talking lion was speaking to them.]

It's called a snowball fight! [griiin...]

[A snowball fight, huh? Hmm... Simba sits on his haunches, scooping a wad of snow and tossing it at Red, before getting up and kicking snow at Gold.]

[Did that lion just throw a snowball at them--

...DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT! So the lion wants a snowball fight, huh? Gold can play that way. He takes getting hit by snow LIKE A MAN, and then returns fire!
]

[-- how...

But!! There was no time to question things, so...! Returning fire as well, this time, in a different angle.]

[He laughs, trying to decide on who to pounce. He settles for Red, letting out a small roaring growl before leaping for Red. Claws withdrawn, of course! He only intends to knock you over so he can get a clearer shot at Gold in a minute.]

[GET OFF OF RED, YOU JERKY LION. Lobbing a large snowball at Simba's backside!]

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