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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 grinned broadly and waved to his ally. "After you, my friend," he called back. Defeating War herself, even in something as simple as a snowball fight, would be immensely satisfying.

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The marquis's eyes widened as the robed man's wings unfurled, and he gave ground a step before catching himself. An angel, then?

A slight twist of fear, which he sought to ignore. After all, the battle was already begun. And, in the context of a snowball fight, this angel was not a real threat, surely? Not to mention, he reminded himself, the rules placed on the Manor by the Antichrist himself.

So he turned to Wednesday, and grinned a little, and said, "I believe they're trying for the hill! Shall we stop them?" He began pelting the angel's thin ally, then, in an attempt to down him before his reinforcements arrived.

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Famine was very surprised when he was suddenly pelted from the side, and wasted a few moments locating his attacker. "Why gang up on us?" He laughed despite his show of annoyance and threw a few snowballs back before making a run for it up the hill.

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War smirked as she saw Destruction grab Uriel, both of them being heavily pelted, and changed her path. Instead of heading for the angel, she raced head-on for Famine, all but lowering her head as she charged him.