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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!))
Throwing another snowball at Mewtwo.]
You're on your own, Gold.]
psyche.
Somewhere amidst the chaos, Red had managed to pull himself back up from the snow -- sneaking around discreetly until he managed to get behind Mewtwo. Will he notice? Either way, Red's going to throw a last and final snowball in his junior's honour.]</font
picking BOTH of you up and DUMPING YOU IN A SNOWBANK.]