♤ In a Winter Wonderland

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WHO: Cayde-6 and yoooou
WHERE: The Deep End and around Temba in general
WHAT: Snowmen invasion and bar hangout times
WHEN: Mid to late January
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose pref!


Ramen Bar
There's a crude wooden sign that's been stuck in the snow just outside of the Tower Residences out in the orange district. It has a picture of a bowl of ramen, for those in the know. An extra sign's been hung up outside of the doorway- within the hallway of one of the middling floors should one be curious enough to seek it out. Of course, it might be a surprise for those who frequent The Deep End to realize that it's the bar that's advertising ramen.

It's not a crafty ploy to draw in people! There's a paper sign folded there on the bar counter that proclaims a special for spicy ramen(!) (instant), and (frozen) pizza. Cayde's not far, either heating up some water or throwing darts at the crooked dart board on the wall or tapping at the fish in his little aquarium.


Attack of the Snowmen
Maybe you've seen them around. Maybe some of them even look familiar. Maybe one even looks like you!

They're not the most well-crafted snowmen, appearing like someone had been caught between a hasty job and a desire to add enough detail that would make them identifiable. Most of them seem to be built specifically within an area that a said person may frequent, either in passing or live nearby.

The culprit in question isn't really trying to be that covert about his operation. One might catch him in the act of packing snowballs or adding a few finishing touches in the form of leaves, twigs or pebbles to make your very own snow-you!


Wildcard
((OOC: Anything else you wanna do with the Hunter? Toss it right in here!))

Comments

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"Cutting them off may be the better option," the ARC Trooper mused, jerking his arm upward to shield himself from the snowy arc dusting the air. Staggering off to the side kicked up even more snow, but that didn't keep him from scooping another handful to fling at Cayde.

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"Haha--ack!!" The Exo wiped off his mouth from the snow, most of it already melting within. "Of course, if you cut 'em off then you end up with giant holes that kind of defeat the insulative purposes of a sweater."

He took more time to pack a more proper snowball then, and immediately began another as he subtly tried to take cover behind the snow-trooper while he stocked up some ammunition.

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That got chuff of a laugh from Echo. And then he considered, also forming more snow ammo as he scooted back into a balanced stance.

"Ponchos don't need sleeves," he pointed out. "It won't be too much of a problem."

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"A poncho!" Cayde grinned. "This is true. But if we do end up tearing up a sweater you're better off getting Lark to handle all the loose ends or else you'll end up with a pile of string at the end of the day. Look, what's that-?!"

He abruptly pointed out past Echo's shoulder, mouth gaping and optics wide- although should his feint work, he was going to follow up immediately with pelting the trooper with snowballs.

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"Sure, I can look into doing that." That wasn't such a bad idea since Lark had the know-how. "What, where-- "

Echo couldn't believe he fell for it. Oldest trick in the book. He folded in, getting hit on the side as he dove for cover. The snowball he still had in hand was thrown sharply, probably further out than he intended before he rolled back to 'reload.' "How dare you," he breathed, sending two more over with better accuracy.

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The Exo hooted a laugh, the first of Echo's retaliation going wide enough that he didn't have to do more than move his head. He ducked back around the snow-clone at the following rounds.

"I wish I could've seen the look on your face!!" he cackled, popping up again to hurl another snowball.

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Echo ducked, snow passing, sprinkling over his head and pauldrons as he wound his arm, chucking another snowball at the Exo's middle. "Never a dull moment with you, Cayde!"

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"'course not! I'm the fun one!" Cayde said, brushing off snow from his leathers. He tossed another snowball at Echo's side even as he readied another to throw at his helmet in immediate succession. "I can do this aaaall day!"

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There was a shrug after clapping down on the snowball that hit him on the side, only to swiftly lean forward and release another just as quickly. "Fine by me," he huffed, disguising amusement with feigned annoyance.

Echo was starting to get sloppy, but he didn't care. In the end he'd waste more time than he had thought possible being engaged in a snowball fight with an Exo who didn't really need a breather.

It was dumb. But it was fun.