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[whatamigoodfor.livejournal.com]

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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[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

At this point Destruction came running up. "Hey War," he said, grinning broadly and pulling her away from Famine for a planning session. "You're a trifle damp, aren't you? Seems it's us against the world, eh?!" He surveyed the area. "Now, a fortress on the hill is the most obviously advantageous position, which is why everyone's fighting over it - but as I rightly remember, wheneverr we've teamed up in the past there weren't any walls left after a while. It's kind of like playing the roll side in Snaflhnaflbaflwifl..." he paused at her expression and looked shifty. "Oh, that's right, you're not responsible for that dimension. Er, in that case, nevermind. Lets go undermine some foundations."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel got to Famine just as Destruction pulled War away from him. Offering a hand to his ally to help him up from the ground, he then glanced around. Seemingly Michael was teaming up with others against him. Well, that was all fine and good with him.

With a bit of angelic hearing he heard Destruction's words quite clearly and grinned. Well, he most certainly wouldn't stop those two. Michael definitely deserved to have his fortress brought down upon him.

He turned towards the newest addition to the fight. "And on whose side are you, then?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. And, of course, jumping to the side as soon as he'd said that, seeking the relative safety of the ground. Judging by her manner of attack, she might just as well try to throw a snowball at him as answer him. While rolling, he spared a thought to the snow, forming several nice snowballs all ready for use and making them fly nearer to him. After all, they would certainly be useful sooner or later. Most probably sooner.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine gratefully accepted the angel's assitance and immediately started making more snowballs, wincing when he identified the newest arrivals. "That's the Antichrist and his friend over there, I wouldn't count on help from them." Not that he held much of a grudge from the Apocalypse that Wasn't, he just doubted that the would be inclined to help a Horseman. At least, he reflected, it wasn't that other boy.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel raised an eyebrow. The Antichrist? Now, that was enough to tug at his serious side, but not enough to force a change of moods. Therefore he just miracled a couple of snowballs to his hands, firing them at the said Antichrist and his friend. Michael and his allies were currently going up the hill, but he didn't care. It wouldn't help them much if the fortress was brought down.

And besides, the higher you are, the easier you are to knock back down.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine straightened again, a small pile of snowballs at his feet and one in each hand. He watched the snowballs fly at the Antichrist and War's counterpart, then looked toward the hill again, and the group trying to storm the top. He nudged his ally and nodded towards it. "Hey, um...Don't you think we should stop them? ....What's your name, anyway?" He'd realized halfway though his sentance that he had no idea who he'd been fighting with.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Well... I suppose we should," Uriel said, making up his mind. Even if Michael was going to have the fortress crumbling down at him, he wanted to be a part of the fun. Therefore, he turned towards the hill, starting to run.

"And as for my name, well, I'm Uriel. As in, the archangel Uriel." He grinned at his ally. "And you are Famine, aren't you?"

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine ran after the angel, Uriel, stumbling a bit in the deep snow. "Yes, I am." He nodded toward the other angel, who was attempting to take the hill. "Is that a friend of yours?"

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel smirked. Michael, a friend of his? "Usually? I guess you could say that," he answered. "At the moment? Not really. Unless you count 'going to cover him with so much snow he's going to be frozen for a week' as a friendly gesture. He dared try to stop my fun; he's no friend of mine at the moment."

He was well aware that he wasn't sounding exactly normal at the moment. Well, that was all fine and good. He wasn't being normal at the moment, either.

[whatamigoodfor.livejournal.com]

War wrung out the edge of her coat. A thin but steady stream of water trickled from it onto the snowy ground. "Snaflhanwhat?" she said, and wiped her brow. "Right. Foundations. Any idea how?"

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction cocked his head thoughtfully. "I'm all for a full frontal assault, which I expect you'd like, and that could serve as a distraction while I tunnel underneath and do some melting." He whispered, glancing about to make sure Famine et al had left.

[whatamigoodfor.livejournal.com]

War nodded. "So it's you-go-that-way-I-go-this-way," she said, pointing him in his direction and taking her own. She surveyed the fort in front of her and gaged which direction to strike from, idly wishing she had a bazooka, but she'd left all of hers lined up neatly under her bed in the manor. And none of them would be permitted in this fight, most likely-- right. There was always that.

At any rate, a nice barrage of snowballs from lower ground ought to pique the interest of the ambitious few on the hill.