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Date: December 20, 1999
Setting: The grounds
Status: Public
Summary: War starts a snowball fight.


There’s all sorts of speculation on why wars break out, and though not many say it, most of it is due to boredom.

War had been bored. She had been bored in 1812 and re-fought on the sea a conflict that had already been settled on land. She had been bored in 1914, and had succeeded in getting millions of men to sit in miles and miles of pestilential ditches and shoot at each other for no good reason. There was nothing like a good bloody battle for light entertainment.

And she was bored now, and had had no way of relieving the ennui of the tentative, resentful peace in the Manor. An all-out skirmish would not be permitted, at least here, so War had designed the next best thing to ease the passage of a tedious day.

She was propped up on the edge of a tightly-packed fort on an incline on the lawn. She smiled a smile almost as cold and biting as the air around her, and her breath rose in thin tendrils of steam as she packed snow into a hard icy ball. She examined it, tossing it to herself a few times: it was heavy, sculpted into almost a perfect sphere, and about as aerodynamic as snow could be. Her smile sharpened. This baby was going to sting.

War wrapped her mink-trimmed coat tighter around her, kneeled to peek over the top of the snow-fort’s walls, and lay in wait for prey.

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[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine gawked at the flaming snowball, and laughed as it impacted at the base of the wall. Even if she managed to put it out, the structural integrity of the wall would be compromised, and hopefully at somepoint they could bring it down, level the playing field a bit. Of course, when one of the combatants was War, the playing field was never level. He took advantage of her distraction to fling two more snowballs at her head.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel smirked triumphantly as War tried frantically to put off the fire, only to be targeted by Famine. He let the fire go on for a while more, then put it off. Before she could attack, though, he wished for a couple of snowballs and threw them at her with all the skill he'd managed to gather from several millennia of practicing with his daggers.

Of course, he set them to melt immediately upon hitting a living target. Which meant that, upon being hit, War would also get very, very wet with icy cold water.

Well, that's what you get from starting a fight with an archangel.