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[mischiefbreeder]

[The plaza is empty today, quiet, as the snow continues to bear down on the village on day four of the November snowstorm. Not a soul can be seen. Near the entrance of the plaza, at the four-way intersection, there are two large piles of snow, one on the left and one on the right. It seems so... normal

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[action] sounds fair enough right

[subsultive]

[Luca's reflexes aren't as quick.

That is, they're nonexistent. So he's the one hit with the snowball, and he's not very happy about it. Thanks for your wonderful protection, Spada. He appreciates it.]

Ah-- cold!

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[mischiefbreeder]

[Bullseye!]

Alright! Perfect shot, Red!

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[couragefighter]

[Shooting a thumbs up Gold's way, he's going to quickly scan for the other person -- there was another person, wasn't there? Red could've sworn. Either way, no one was getting out of their snowball fight so easily.]

[Spada, Spada, where are you?]

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[subsultive]

[The one time Luca can recall being in a snowball fight was when he was a little kid, and all the kids threw snowballs at him while he tried to read his book in the gently falling snow. So he isn't one for tactical snowball warfare and will gladly let Spada handle that while he just... crouches against the snow pile and peeks over it cautiously.]

It's like guerrilla warfare... Are they just attacking everyone who passes through? That's kind of rude...

[He's keeping his eyes peeled, though. Might as well try to be of use.]

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[mischiefbreeder]

[Alright, at least Spada's getting into the spirit of things... Gold rolls another snowball, creeping closer to their position.]

Looks like we snagged a duo this time, Red!

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[couragefighter]

[All's fair in love and war!]

It'll make things more interesting, that's for sure. [a slight nod as he continues mass producing snowballs on his side while keeping watch of the general area. As soon as he sees the top of Luca's head from the other snow pile, Red's going to quickly react by throwing a snowball his way.]

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[subsultive]

[Did you know snow is cold when it hits in the face? Because it is. Just saying.]

Uh-- one of them was coming closer just now, but I didn't get a really good look because I was suddenly assaulted by snow.

[Watching Spada for a second before trying to make some himself. It couldn't be that hard, right? (Hint: Being Luca makes it ten times harder.]

A bunch of kids threw snowballs at me once because I ignored them in favor of reading. Does that count as one?

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[mischiefbreeder]

[They're strategizing... Alright, time to stock up on snowball!]

Hey, Red... Looks like only one of 'em knows what they're doin'.

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[couragefighter]

Yeah, the other guy looks pretty clueless. [for lack of a better word.] Once the other guy's done, I bet he's just going to forfeit.

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[subsultive]

[Man Spada, how'd you get so pro at this.]

Uh, sure. [Except he wasn't a whole lot of help then either.] I really think you should take care of the snowball throwing, though, I've never had a really strong arm for that kind of thing...

[He's never had a strong anything for sports. But he'll keep an eye out as best he can.]

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[mischiefbreeder]

Then our course of action is clear! [Gold scoops up a pile of snow, forms it into a ball, and lobs it at Spada!]

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[couragefighter]

[Right! Red will do his best to aim his next snowball towards Spada's other side -- though it will expose him for a couple seconds, battles were never fun without their risks.]