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[wolfofwar]

[It's awfully cold today. The clouds are a sheet of dull grey across the sky, any moment ready to bring the first snow of the year. As though summoning winter itself, the sound of wolf howls stretches across the forest

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[snowspiritlass]

[There's a rather small white figure floating in the snow in a distance. It's obvious that it's looking towards your direction...]

[wolfofwar]

[Even Wolf could tell this was no ordinary creature. Some sort of spirit, perhaps? A demon of the cold? It had to be unnatural - but then again, so was this place.

She stood up, watching it carefully - hands still on her gun.]

...What are you.

[snowspiritlass]

[Oh silly human. The creature just gives a small giggle instead of answering and starts to slowly drift over to where Wolf is.]

[wolfofwar]

[The rifle was raised again, but somehow, she had the feeling that it wouldn't have been very effective anyway. This thing moved like a ghost, and chilled the air around it. Was it the source of the snow? Or maybe...]

Answer me. Did you bring me here?

[warpstar_rider]

[Kirby sees someone lying in the snow. ARE THEY PLAYING DEAD... No wait, they moved! He decides to investigate!

...By hopping right over to the person. Guns? What are those?]

Poyoyo, are you okay poyo?

[wolfofwar]

[Well, maybe you were too close to shoot effectively, considering her gun was the size of small children. But she could still stick the butt of her rifle in your squishy soft face. Round pink demon thing, away.]

I'm fine.

[warpstar_rider]

[Oh, what luck, on Kirby's side. He'll just get closer because he's kind of concerned.]

Poyoyo, really poyo? No one makes snow angels by themselves poyo. That's no fun poyo.

[Wrong type of concern, but he's worried anyways.]

[wolfofwar]

[Damn did Wolf even know what a snow angel was? Probably not, Kirby!]

There are no angels here. Save your concern for the living.

[twotailedpilot]

[wolfofwar]

[Immediately he's greeted with the muzzle of her gun pointed in his direction. It takes a second for Wolf to register the fact that little talking fox had just addressed her.

Her trigger finger loosened a touch. She wasn't going to go around killing animals for sport, even if they were strangely malformed. But why aren't you a wolf.]

...How are you speaking.

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[twotailedpilot]

[twotailedpilot]

Aaaa omg Sniper Wolf you did it *u*

[whitedeviljack]

[Raiden is just trudging through the snow today doing what a Raiden does. Probably on his way to procure foods of some kind. Warm foods. He did not expect to see a body suddenly spring up from the snow just a few yards away from him.]

!

[He flinches and makes a motion as if he were pulling out a gun but... ALAS HE HAS NO GUN ON HIM. So the result is an awkward, bewildered blonde staring at you.]

...Hello?

[wolfofwar]

[This man moved like a trained warrior, but that just made his astounding lack of weaponry even sadder. Stupid, stupid pretty-man. Wolf is not so unprepared.

Pointing her PSG-1 at your pretty face, she narrows her eyes. Pretend she's got a hella thick accent okay.]

Hello, pretty man. What are you doing here.

[whitedeviljack]

[He stands his ground despite having a gun pointed at him.]

I live here. Who are you?

[wolfofwar]

Hn. I am a sniper, and you are in my crosshairs.

Now, what is this place?

ALL MY DUDES HERE WE GO

[icequeen_aran]

[Samus basically has the same reaction as Raiden only she does happen to have her gun with her. It looks kind of like a pistol plucked straight out of a sci-fi movie...?]

... [This blonde is eyeballing the sniper rifle warily.]

YESSS

[wolfofwar]

[WELL MY GUN IS LONGER and it's also pointed at you. Sexy lady stand-off it is.

Wolf doesn't recognize the make of the pistol at all, but her spirit was unmistakably that one a fighter. Admirable. But also dangerous.]

...Hmph. Very good.

Who are you.

[icequeen_aran]

[She doesn't move.]

Neither enemy nor friend. That depends on who you are.

Name?

[wolfofwar]

[Neither does she.]

Sniper Wolf, special forces unit FOXHOUND.

And yourself?