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[ventus_aerius]

[since he'd woken up, Harpuia had been wondering where Master X was. But the Twin Blade had heard nothing from their Master... While they had been reassured that the older Reploid was around due to the fact that his bunk always appeared to be slept in, that fact had changed too. Shortly after the snowfall, all traces of their Master had

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[illuminatism]

[Sometimes, it was good to be able to blend in with one's surroundings; being covered in fluffy thick white fur helped as well, since there was little to worry about when it came to this weather except for a slight nip from the wind.

And Amaterasu? Is half-buried underneath beneath a mound of snow. Watching. Waiting. Timing the moment to leap out and give the grandkid boy a pounce. This weather brought out a rather playful mood in her after all.

If he's paying attention he might notice the snow, rather something inside the snow, wriggling and...is that a tail wagging? That is totally a tail wagging.]

[ventus_aerius]

[sadly, his attention was directed to more mundane things. Such as making sure that none of the ice had damaged the jets attached to his back]

[or making sure that there were no icicles on his helmet]

[and quite possibly trying to keep warm while wearing only a thin (but durable) layer of armor]

[amidst all this, he misses the tail wagging in the snow and leaves himself open (or does he?)]

[illuminatism]

[One inch forward.

Two inches forward.

Another inch forward and she's in good enough distance to pounce; that tail picking up a bit of speed in an anxious manner of anticipation. He seems distracted. That was good (or maybe it wasn't, depending on who you ask).

TIME TO POUNCE - but there is a patch of hidden ice on the ground so instead of pouncing? There is a yelp and that mutt is totally on a collision course. Fluffball of white: Incoming.]

[ventus_aerius]

[Harpuia hears the yelp and turns around just in time to JUMP and hover just out of the way of the skidding fluffball]

[his jets give out shortly after the maneuver and the birdie drops out of the sky with an ungraceful *thump* just short of another snow pile. This is probably a very irritated string of insults in regards to the weather]