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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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[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[...Well, that's all kinds of strange. Jim happens to be wandering by, wrapped in a comfy Starfleet-issue jacket. And by comfy, we mean warm. Same diff.]

Is something wrong?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[That's Brigitta most of the time. She glances around and raises her eyebrow- because obviously everybody else must be puzzled by this snow if she is, right? Right.

...There may be sudden, innocent whistling going on in her head]

Yes, isn't this called snow?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

That it is.

[She raises her eyebrows, all amused-like.] I'm afraid it's not very easy to skewer with a sword.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I thought so.

[She glances at her sword verrrrrrry slowly and then pulls it back in; trying her very hardest not to look very embarrassed] ...What does it actually do?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Mostly, it gathers on the ground, and then -

[She scoops up a ball of snow in her hands. and rests it in them for a moment, as if weighing it.] - you can do this.

[And lets fly! Aiming for her sword, to ease her into things.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She just stares for a few moments; in a rather slow sort of way- before her lips lift into something that might just resemble a bit of a smirk] ....You can make a weapon out of it?

[One track minded, her?]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Not a very good one. But when I was a kid, we used to have snowball fights, for fun. And if there's enough coating the ground on a hill, you can slide down it on a sled.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is exploring the plane and enjoying the snow, and he can't help but notice the woman stabbing a sword at the air and muttering to herself] Hey, you okay? [steps over toward her, trying to figure out what she's stabbing at] Is there something in the snow?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I would think you'd like the snow a lot. The stark whiteness of the snow compliments the rich dark colour of your hair really well. You're like a vision of a fairy tale princess, Snow White come to life.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think I remember Kirilli telling me about that [Well, her brain fled halfway through to thoughts of shiny things but it still counts!]

[After a few moments she very slowly puts her sword down and then starts to gather up a snowball- it keeps falling apart but at least she makes the effort!] ...So, you can't kill things with it then?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta just about manages to remember to lower her sword before she spins around; which is very good- because that would've been very messy] Fine [A quick glance back at the snow] ...I don't know.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[After a few minutes of blinking she finally works out who exactly snow white is- feel shame Brigitta!] ...Does that mean that I stand out in it?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

No, you can't.

[Well, yes, if you tried really hard, but Jim doesn't approve of that use.]

[oliverplus]

[jumps back a bit when she turns; couldn't she have lowered that sword a little sooner!? and frowns at her words as that was an unexpectedly vague response] Did something attack you?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Your beauty stands out in all environments, I'm sure, but the snow especially illuminates your purity. I'm sure your heart is just as pure and true as your beauty.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[Brigitta does, but that's because she's weird]

[After a few moments she finally manages to form something resembling a snowball and chucks it at Jim; though it might not be very successful]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She just raises her eyebrow at him, for great evil!] ...The snow did.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Damn, that means that demons will be able to see me.

[She scowls at the sky and then raises her eyebrow; for this is obviously the day of being sceptical] ...Wait, what purity?

[oliverplus]

The...what? Snow shouldn't do that. [uncertainly] Was there something in the snow, maybe?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Not very, no, because she sees it coming and ducks. But!]

That's it! Just pack it in a little tighter.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Ahah! Finally somebody who understands (at least she can hope)] It fell on me, suddenly- and it keeps falling.

...Bloody thing.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...What difference does that make?

[But another one comes! This one a little less flaky]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

That kind of difference.

[oliverplus]

[he's trying to understand, anyway. raises an eyebrow at her] Well, yeah. That's what snow does--it falls. But it doesn't hurt. Or, at least, it shouldn't.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Demons?

[sorry, he is distracted by this demon talk]

Like Namahage?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

It didn't hurt; but I hate surprises- the bloody thing should know better.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She just gives him a blank look, for she doesn't have the brain power to actually name demons]

...Yes, demons- things with claws. What on earth is a Namahage?

[oliverplus]

Uh...snow isn't alive. It can't control, you know, existing. It's just weather. [hopeful--she has to have had some weather experiences before] Like rain?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Namahage are demons in Japan who come looking for bad children. They have a red face and horns and fangs and scary eyes! If you're very bad the Namahage will come and take you away! They are fierce and terrifying!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Blaaaank stare; what is this logic that you speak of] That doesn't stop it from knowing better.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Blaaaaank stare] ...Has anybody tried stabbing them with a fairly strong sword? [This fixes all woes in her opinion]

[oliverplus]

[okay, different angle!] But it also means stabbing at it isn't really...doing anything.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

And how do you know that?

[oliverplus]

Uh...does it look like it's doing anything?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Not really.

But the snow may be special here!

[oliverplus]

[opens his mouth to protest, but she actually has a point with that one] Yeah, maybe. But until we find out for sure, wouldn't it be safer not to slash your sword around constantly? I mean, what if somebody appeared here?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

They won't, and I can move fast enough to avoid them [Wow, so very modest there, Brigitta]

[oliverplus]

[this is not working at all. let's try a distraction!] Okay, uh... You know, I haven't got your name yet! I'm Oliver. Nice to meet you...?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She considers that for a second and then shrugs] My name's Brigitta; nice to meet you I suppose- even in this damned climate.

[oliverplus]

Okay, nice to meet you, Brigitta.

You know, if the snow's being troublesome, we could go inside somewhere.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Mm.

But what if a monster comes, hm? What good will being inside do then?

[oliverplus]

[gives her an odd look. he really can't figure her out at all] If we thought like that all the time, nobody'd ever go inside! And...there are more weapons in most places, if a monster did come?

[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?