Snow War

[butt_soup]

It had been a few days since the island had completely changed. Troy had woken up to find that Treehouse headquarters was the top floor of a weird building on a London street, his comfy Spider-Man jammies had turned into some kinda weird dress nightgown thing that Troy was determined to never wear again as long as he lived- even if it was breezy

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[arrownomore]

This whole Victorian theme thing was obnoxious. Really really obnoxious. Oh sure, it'd been cool for like the first two seconds when she'd woken up to find snow everywhere and the place turned into an island version of London. Then she had got a look at what all of her clothes had turned into and the layers that she was supposed to wear everyday and nearly had a fit. She couldn't get the clothes box to give her anything more modern or even Victorian boys clothes so she was stuck running around in heavy layers and having very embarrassing mornings with Bart helping her to dress.

Dealing with all of that had made her very cranky and so it was with glee that she spied a snow fort in one of the parks. A snow ball fight was the perfect thing to cheer her up. She found a good place to take cover and started rolling up some snow balls, waiting for just the right moment to catch an unsuspecting victim by surprise.

[hylianqueen]

Zelda had not cared for the change in clothing herself. While she did prefer dresses and was familiar with corsets, she had gotten very used to having the option of wearing something more casual. When she came upon the snow fort and, well, Cissie, Zelda knelt beside her. This was worth ruining the dress.

"What's the plan, Cissie?"

[arrownomore]

"I'm thinking loading up on snow balls," Cissie grinned, happy to have a partner in crime, so to speak. "And then we take turns throwing so that we can keep people off their game and get them when they least expect it."

With Zelda at her side, Cissie was absolutely certain they would not only have an awesome time but kick butt while they were at it.

[hylianqueen]

"I think I have better than decent aim," Zelda said, laughing and smiling in a way she hadn't really since the Sheikah uniform had showed up. This was fun and just being a girl again and the reminder that she could be anything she wanted on the island was sorely needed.

"We should keep quiet, I think. Ambushing from stealth always works and gives us the upper hand."

[cool_coolcool]

Abed was outfitted for battle.

He'd found an awesome pair of goggles, a leather overcoat and a heavy pair of military boots. Being a skinny, beaky Palestinian kid might not have made him the obvious choice to be a fixture in an HG Wells novel, but if anybody could pull of the look, it was Abed.

Peering down toward the south end of the park, eyes narrowed, he reached for the tin can hooked from a wire by his head, a string attached to the base and trailing down the length of the fort. "Come in Beta Leader, this is Alpha One. Do you read me?"

[kinesicist]

Batgirl had snuck behind enemy lines, infiltrating the system of trenches before approaching the goggle man from behind. Gauzy mask replaced by something more concealing in leather, Cassandra waited until his attention was on the can and the other end of the park before she dropped in behind him.

"Your leader cannot help you now," Cassandra said, launching the snowball at his face. This was much better than training alone.

[cool_coolcool]

They'd been infiltrated.

The can was left dangling by the hook. He'd swiveled to face her-- possibly the coolest girl he'd ever seen, though he only got a quick glimpse before he got a face full of snow.

Calmly, he cocked his head, arched a brow and said, "That's where you're wrong. You're on our turf, now."

Turning, he took off down the trench, boots crunching in the snow, hoping she followed. Luckily, Trobed Snow Fort had been outfitted with maximum security booby traps.

[kinesicist]

Batgirl knew better than to let the enemy dictate her action, she knew better than to follow the man through the trench. Every villain that lived in Gotham boobytrapped their strongholds, she knew this and yet, she still followed intent on getting the man to take her to his leader. Cass was going to take each and every player in this war game down.

[kinesicist]

Hidden behind a group of trees Batgirl crouched low, rolling a snowball with one hand whilst she checked for enemies beside her. When her opponents appeared to be distracted she collected her snowballs, running across snow leaving only the barest hint of her presence behind before turning and throwing snowballs at their backs.

Moving quick, she slid behind a snowbank and began to prepare for her next quick strike.

[a_real_viking]

Maybe it was slight overkill to go into a snowball fight with a dragon, especially with a childhood of life-or-death viking snowball fights already behind him, but when Toothless spotted Cass again there was just no stopping the dragon. Toothless bounded in and Hiccup was a few feet behind, stoping only to scoop of some snow in gloved hands.

The dragon, however, leaped above the snowbank and landed right behind her.

[kinesicist]

Dragons were not slight of creatures, even the Night Fury with its stealth could be heard bounding towards her. Waiting for it Batgirl gathered the snowballs she had already made and turned, tilting her head when it landed behind her. Smiling beneath the leather mask, she turned and threw a ball straight towards Hiccup rather than Toothless.

[a_real_viking]

Even the worst viking on Berk, which Hiccup qualified to be, knew how to handle a snowball fight and Hiccup ducked aside from the her snowball and then turned to lob one back. He threw it, not at Batgirl, but at Toothless who caught it in his tail and vollied it at her.

[wasafreak]

Teddy had tired quickly of being dressed up like some kind of aristocratic fop. It seemed like all of his clothing had transformed into something suitable for a...

Well, for a prince.

So he'd gone to what looked like the shadiest part of town and found something he felt less conspicuous in. This means he now looks like he belonged in Newsies: dark brown woolen pants tucked into high boots and shapeless brown wool coat over a few layers of white shirt, slouchy tweed cap.

About as far from a prince as he can manage. It makes this a lot easier, though.

He'd almost taken one to the head, realized what was happening, then dove behind a low stone wall and started stockpiling an arsenal. The stack of hard-packed, baseball sized snowballs glint white in the winter sun, and Teddy hefts one, risking a peek around his fortification.

[_kinginthenorth]

It doesn't matter if it's London, the Nordic fjords, or King's Landing itself. Starks are really good at snow wars. And Robb's been leading younger siblings to victory in such endeavours since the early part of his life. So when the rumours start that there's going to be just such a thing going on in the park not far away--well, some people are already pretty prepared. So are some direwolves, who while generally not welcome in central London, don't want to miss this either.

[tooktheblack]

The city was not something that Jon was fond of, too narrow and too choked off with people for his tastes, but the bite in the air and the snow on the ground reminded him of Westeros and how things ought to feel.

When he caught sight of Robb, he greeted him with a handful of snow crushed into his hair. Might as well start as they always did: snow versus Stark.

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb launches one back at him, halfheartedly. "You're supposed to be on my side, Snow!"

[tooktheblack]

"Couldn't resist the opportunity for ambush," Jon teased, grinning wide. "Now, what's the plan of attack? I should think the Wolf of the North ought to have battle plans drawn up already."