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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta does still not really get the concept of snow- it is white, it is fluffy, it does not appear to burn things or suddenly turn into giant monsters to fight. thus it makes absolutely no sense in her head; she cannot fight it or drink with it and it does not behave like normal sensible weather in any way, how perplexing.

So, she'll be standing in the snow with her sword out, looking rather puzzled... And trying to catch the snow with her sword in a rather clumsy way that looks rather like she's stabbing the air; because she's fun like that]

...It makes no sense, bah.

[...Anybody want to introduce her to snowball fights?]

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She is rather proud of that, being mildly insane] And the world would be better for it! What kind of life is hiding inside all the time anyway? You should go out and adventure.

...Anyway, I have lots of weapons out here.

[oliverplus]

[he's starting to work that out] Not all the time! But the indoors can be good, too, you know. Especially if you're...being attacked by snow. [he realises how lame that sounds as he says it, but at least she's his only audience]

[blinks] You mean your sword?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta... Gives him a eyebrow raise; but considering that she's a sword wielding maniac that isn't the best judgement] I don't like it, it's far better outside.

That's not my only one.

[oliverplus]

...really? [that makes him a little nervous, actually] How many have you got?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...On me now or overall?

[oliverplus]

[yeah, that's even scarier] Uh...both? Either?