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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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Uriel smirked as he saw Destruction joining War's side. This was seemingly going to get rather interesting indeed.

"So sweet of you to have faith in me, Ruby!" he yelled cheerfully while throwing himself into the ground, rolling aside to avoid the snowy attack. "Now, let's see how you like this!"

He jumped back onto his feet, calling several snowballs into being. Then he started to throw at them at both War and her new ally -- just for distraction, though. His real attack was the large snowball currently forming on top of the hill. Large, as in, its top would probably reach War's hips when it was ready. The large snowball was specified to soon roll down, and to the side, and to the other side, too, if need be, until it hit War. And preferably Destruction on its way to her, too.

He only specified about half of the snowball to melt upon contact, too. After all, he wasn't that mean.

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"You don't hit as hard as you'd like to think, Fam--" War started to call back, before ducking most but being hit by more than a few of Uriel's snowballs. She laughed aloud. "Isn't that the point, angel? Faith?"

She leapt a little closer and knelt down to re-arm herself, remaining tense and ready to spring into attack mode or fend off any attack-- any attack from the front, anyway.