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( see york.

see york in his natural habitat, eyes glinting with mischief, a smirk curving the line of his mouth to one side. the backdrop could be anything at all, but this time around he's surrounded by pure and nearly-blinding white; the recent snowfall has given this particular freelancer one hell of an idea, and given the recent gift he'd acquired, things are about to get a little interesting.

but when are they not on the plane?

he's set himself up in a fairly innocent, nondescript location, rolled about two dozen or so snowballs and has been waiting patiently for anyone to come waltzing by. unsuspecting. and when they do?

they're going to have a snowball launched right at their head. or any other part of their anatomy within reach, and you had better believe that he isn't at all above smacking someone in the ass with a fistful of hard-packed snow. but you want to know the thing about those snowballs when they go flying through the air?

both of his hands are still resting at his sides. well, mostly. he might be trying to get away with a charles xavier-esque hand-to-side-of-face-c'mon-you-gotta-go-where-i-want!!! motion, but the fact of the matter is that those snowballs are making their way toward their unsuspecting victims by the power of his mind alone.

funny how you can turn something like a second plane death into fun for the whole family, isn't it?

look out, everyone. this idiot has telekinesis. )

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[Jacqli is going to have no idea what's about to hit her, honestly.

She's sloshing her way through the snow, trying to find some sense of direction amongst all of the white seeing as she just got here and it... really throws her for enough of a loop that she's not quite sure which direction is what at the moment. So while she's trying to find the library, she may or may not even be heading in the right direction.

All she knows is that, at some point, she feels something hard and cold smack her in the hip. And she jumps.]

Hey!

[She whirls around, tries to figure out where that snowball came from as she brushes the remains off of her thigh. She glares in all directions, trying to locate...

... Oh my goddess.]

York!

( what, she's never seen a snowball before?

BAZINGA.

he really should have thought better about flinging snowballs at his girlfriend as she passes innocently by, but when an opportunity like this presents itself, he isn't going to be the type to turn it down. ( you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, you know? you just don't. ) he isn't being at all inconspicuous, and when she calls him out on it, he just grins at her. )

Hi baby. ( innocent face! supremely innocent face!

… never mind that delta is so confused by what his freelancer is doing that he's decided to stay quiet and idle in the back of york's mind. if she asks where the little green guy is, he might make an appearance, but for the meanwhile, what are humans.

something else you two can commiserate on at some point, we're sure. ) What's up?

[Technically, no! So nyeh~

She keeps that glare locked right on him. She doesn't buy that innocent face for a second, you--!]

"Baby"--... [This is probably the most incredulous look you have ever seen on her face!!] ... What are you doing?!

[Yes Delta please come have a joint bitching session with her about h u m a n s what are.]

( well! then this is going to be an excellent adventure for her, isn't it? c:?

she keeps her glare, and he keeps his innocent face, even if there is absolutely nothing innocent at all about him. ( you've been around him for how long, now? you know this. you probably knew this from the first moment he opened his damn mouth. ) but he breaks into a grin that he can't possibly contain when that glare turns incredulous, just short of busting out in giggles.

yes, giggles. he might be close to havin' a giggle there m8. you might wanna watch out.

before he answers, he takes the time to begin levitating another snowball, not with the intent of tossing it at her, mind! just. because he's still getting used to these new powers and it's fun, okay? )

Reliving my youth. ( except with telekinesis. ) You have no idea how long it's been since I've messed around in the snow. Wanna join me? We could make snow angels …

( no delta yet, but … just be patient. )

[Depends on your definition of adventure... :|

She sees that floating snowball, and at first, she does think it's about to be aimed at her! So she eyes it warily, keeps her guard up, ready to duck or run if she has to... but seeing as it's not being launched her way, she instead opts to close the distance herself, casually walking over to it.

And she pokes it in the center, causing it to crumble a little. There you go, York, now you have floating snow~ Oh wait. ♥ ]

I'm not sure I know what a snow angel even is, let alone how you make one.

[She tilts her head. She's honestly curious! ... But she's also still watching you, York!!]

( his definition of adventure is the only one there is: awesome.

maybe he shouldn't have left that snowball out in the open – because before he even has a chance to think about launching it at her, she pokes it and it dissolves into its base components. floating snow. what did that snowball ever do to you – !

wait.

she doesn't know what a snow angel is? unsurprising, really, and if there has ever been a perfect opportunity presented to him … )

Honestly, am I gonna have to teach you everything you're supposed to know about humanity? ( snow angels are very important. don't question him on this. ) Watch and learn.

( he doesn't even give it a second thought when he flops down into the snow, flat on his back with arms and legs spread, and then he's waving them back and forth, building the semblance of an outline that will, in eventuality, look like an angel. )

[ ... Please do not ever meet Lyner. Thanks.

That snowball has been punished for the sins of its relative. You know, the one that hit her on the hip. :|

She's about to make a crack about him teaching her human things, but the next second, he's flopped down onto the ground and waving his limbs around, and she can't do anything but... stare. And when it finally starts to look a bit more like wings and a robe, she thinks she might be starting to catch on.]

Hmm. ... Pretty good. [She actually smiles, but only a little.] I think I see how that could be an angel.

( dude no they're both clueless goobers, they need to meet. you should fix this.

hey now. at least he didn't hit her in the butt with it. ( that was roxas. and that was hilarious. ) but now that she's taken her aggressions out on the snowball, its been suitably punished and they can move right along with her education on the important things in life.

like making snow angels.

york grins up at her from his place in the snow for a second, tilting his head just enough to see bits of his handiwork in the periphery of his vision. ) Hm … come a little closer. I don't think you're gettin' the fine detail.

( do you know what's about to happen. do you. )

[Nope, nothin' doin', never gonna happen. No way. She won't allow it.

"Fine detail," her ass! She narrows her eyes at him, puts her hands on her fists and shakes her head.]

If you intend to pull me into the snow, I'm not falling for it.

[... but she hasn't gotten it in her head to run yet, either, so-- quick! think fast!]

( gosh girlfriend you're no fun. no fun at all. :<

ah, but she's really fucking cute when she puts her hands on her hips like that. even when she's trying to be intensely intimidating, it doesn't really go over well with him, because all he can do is look at her and want to scoop her up in a hug. and maybe feed her tiny cookies, or something.

look, woman, it's your own fault for being small and adorable when you're trying to be fierce. not his.

york does his best to look affronted, reaching a hand to press over his heart. ) What! I would never! The thought never even crossed my mind! I'm appalled you think so little of me!

( laying it on thick, aren't we. )

… You owe me an apology for that. C'mere. Seriously.

[North is oblivious of the snowball trap, but that doesn't mean he can't quickly arm himself for a return volley! But right now, he's enjoying a nice walk through the snow, helmet tucked under his arm, and chatting idly with Theta while the little AI is rolling a large holographic snowball half his size around in front of North.]

So...something like this? [Theta stops and looks between it and North.]

Yeah. [He smiles fondly, nodding approvingly.] It'll be something like that. Plus two more smaller ones on top. We'll have to find something for eyes, but we can definitely find a carrot in--

[Right then, Theta flashes brightly, the giant snowball disappearing as the AI turns, literally alarmed, towards something.] North, dodge right! Bogey at 11:00! And another, keep moving!

[Not one to ignore his AI, North immediately listens, diving to his right and rolling in the snow. Considering this is the Plane? Any kind of caution is for the best. But the thing he hears whiz past him doesn't have the same kind of noise he'd expect from any kind of bullet, not to mention, there's no crack from any kind of muzzle. The sound the projectile makes upon landing, though...that's familiar.] Theta, analysis! [North has a pretty good idea about what it is and stays down in the snow and quickly molds snow into balls. It's just the who part that he's uncertain about.]

Everything's coming from one location 50 feet away. There's only one person...uh. Um, that's weird. [Theta's a little confused. This being his first snowball fight, he's not sure if this is how it should be or not. But even for an AI, this doesn't seem right. He thought people where supposed to throw them, but York is just standing there...]

( he'll be waiting for that return, then, sir. he'll be ready!

he's got the two of them within his line of vision, of course he does – even if that vision isn't as good as it used to be, it's still good enough to nearly land a couple of hits had the other's ai hadn't been so good at his job. ( of course theta is good at what he does. there's more than just one reason for having had him paired with north in the first place. naturally. )

york watches their approach silently, another snowball ready to launch itself in their direction as theta perplexes himself over just how he's pulling this off without using his hands. there's a grin on his face, as if there could be anything else when he's being this much of a little shit about something like snow, and in the meanwhile, delta pops up at his right shoulder. )

I am almost positive I will regret asking this, but what exactly is the purpose of what you are doing, Agent York?

Just passin' the time, D. Passin' the time. ( and here might be another snowball aimed for just to the right of north's head, even if he's pretty sure theta will warn him with enough time to step out of the way before it has a chance to do any damage. )

One person? [That doesn't help narrow it down.]

Yeah, it's... North, I don't know how but...it's York. He's throwing snowballs without his hands.

He what? [North sits up--and sure enough, he sees Delta's green glow by York's shoulder, as well as something flying at him out of the corner of his eye.]

Your 2:00! [But between North's surprise and the snowball coming from the angle it is, Theta throws himself up between it and North's head. Which doesn't stop the snowball from coming. It passes straight through him and pelts North in the head, knocking his short hair askew and ice crystals already sticking to the strands.] Ahh! I'm sorry! I should've put up a shield!

[But it has North laughing and wiping the snow away.] It's okay, Theta. It's a little snow. [But how a little snow is being thrown at his head like that... Something to ask about later. For now, North stands up, waving a hand.] Okay, calling a truce! Got something to talk to you about then we can get back to fighting.

[But just because the Freelancers are calling a truce doesn't mean he has to. Now that he knows how to make holographic snow, he wonders... Theta disappears behind North's head and gets to work on something.]

( theta … what on earth are you doing. don't follow york's bad habits. don't fall to the dark side …!

york holds up his hands when his friend calls a truce – even though he hadn't been using his hands in the first place, dohoho – but he does stop with the snowballs, head tilted to the side. something he wants to talk about, hm? color him intrigued. )

Truce, but only 'til you've said your piece. Then it's open season all over again.

( delta, meanwhile, is having none of this, though his hologram doesn't disappear; he simply opts for tuning out the absolute nonsense coming out of his agent's mouth, focusing instead on theta's disappearance. he will never admit to being curious, because that isn't his primary function, but …

hm. he will just have to wait and see. )

What's up? ( also noting theta's disappearance … ) Little guy knows he doesn't have to be shy around me, right? Hey, Theta!

[In a hasty whisper, Theta says:] North, cover for me!

[North brushes a little more snow off himself as he walks over to York.] Oh, he knows. He sees the other you often enough back home. Maybe that snowball going through him made him a little afraid.

[Theta gasps audibly, offended!] I am not! [His glow turns a little brighter out of slight embarrassment.] I'm making a surprise, but you can't look!

All right, we won't look.

[Back to the topic of the truce!] We're gonna talk about that snow thing, but first... [A smile plays at the corners of his lips. Honestly, it's been difficult for him to contain this excitement] I wanted to tell you that I got a ring. I'm going to do it. [And hopefully with that mention, York will get what kind of talk North wants to have.]

[Theta peeks out from behind North's helmet while the freelancer is delivering his news. The calculations for the trajectory he needs run through Theta's subroutines, and naturally, he takes into account any movements Delta may make. And when the moment's right--after North stops speaking--a bright pink holographic snowball flies straight for Delta's head.]

[when a snowball hits Menzies in the back of the head, she is not amused. she immediately whirls around, and when she spots York, she isn't buying that innocent look for one minute. she crosses her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at him as if daring him to try that again]

Did you want me to add a charge of assault to your record, Agent Alaska?

[in truth, she's glad to see him; it's been a long time. but she's not going to let him see that until he's been thoroughly chastised for that move with the snowball]

Alaska … now that's a good one. ( so maybe he'd been purposely aiming for the back of menzies' head, but given that he isn't exactly in full control of his new gift just yet, he hadn't expected for it to make its mark.

sometimes, he's just better at things than he gives himself credit for. he's got to stop thinking he isn't as awesome as he really is.

he beams at her as he levitates another snowball in midair, just letting it hang there and chill out ( ha … haha ) as he hums out a contemplative note. )

Would you really charge a guy that's just havin' a bit of harmless fun? Huh? Where's your heart, Menzies?

Frozen--just like me 'ead. [she isn't budging, still glaring with her arms crossed. she realises York knows her well enough to know it's all put on, but she isn't going to just let him off the hook for a move like that]

[but then she spots the snowball hanging apparently in thin air, and she can't hide her surprise. she looks from it to York for a second, frowning, before she asks:] You doing that?

( she doesn't have to let him off the hook – he's bound to have earned some reprimanding for having thrown a snowball at her in the first place, and if he hasn't learned better by now, he deserves any sort of put-on she comes out with.

her frown should be an indication that he needs to not be so exuberant about these new powers of his, if only because she's bound to ask him how he'd come about aforementioned power, buuuut … york? learning from his past? sure, it'll happen one of these days, but today is not that day. )

Maybe we should go get some hot chocolate and thaw it out, then. Dump a ton of those mini marshmallows in there. ( a beat. )

Would you believe me if I said I figured out a way to tether a snowball to a string and make it look like it's hangin' in the air? Think about all the money I could make off of somethin' like that … it'd fool everybody!

[if she knew that train of thought, she would be glad that they understand each other. but in any case, she raises an eyebrow at his offer, remaining just as immobile] Is that really the best you've got? [because bribery, York, really? without so much as an apology?]

[but her expression should serve as an answer to his next question. she eyes him, suspicious that his joking is a cover for something more serious, though admittedly she's expecting an experiment rather than the real answer] Since we both know I wouldn't believe you, care to explain?

[Wow throwing a snowball at a guy with bandages around his eyes THAT'S LOW, YORK. Good thing the snowball doesn't...actually...hit. It's actually just kind of hovering there, a few inches away from it's intended target of Mu's back.]

How impolite.

[The snowball hovers a second longer before rocketing back the way it came. Mu only turns when it's on it's way.]

Though I was unaware of another psychokenetic on the Plane.

( hey now! he didn't see the bandages! were you on his bad side, mu? were you? because that might just be your own damn fault.

but he'll be sorry. promise.

he's a little surprised when the snowball doesn't hit and instead hovers like it is now, and he's so distracted by it that he almost doesn't hear the other speak up. ) Psycho-what-now? Oh, that. Yeah, it's kind of a new thing for me. ( rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he gives a small grin. no need to let him in on the fact that it had been the gift given by a second death on the plane. )

I haven't really had a chance to try it out much, so I figured … why not toss some snowballs around? I wasn't tryin' to be impolite. ( just a little shit. there's a difference. )

New?

[Even without his eyes visible, it's easy to tell his curiosity is piqued.]

It is not a talent that often manifests in adulthood. How curious. [He suspects, but will not pry.]

Perhaps a softer throw next time? Control is a very important skill to learn when it comes to psychokenisis.

( well, here goes letting the proverbial cat out of the bag. ah, well. it's not like he has anything to lose, right? ) Pretty sure it was a gift from the Plane.

( ty, plane gods. you daft bastards. have a man killed, give him powers he really Does Not Need. you're just setting yourselves up for the pain of having to deal with a prankster being able to move things with his mind. )

... Right. Control. ( like he knows anything about that!! ) Got any other tips?

( there's a tiny bit of a pause, and then: ) What's with the bandages, anyway? ( don't be a nosy nancy, york. )

I see. [Suspicions confirmed, but still not prying.]

Only a suggestion to practice, ideally in ways that are rather benign. Build confidence and discipline. It would not do to lash out with it when you do not mean to.

[Mu's mouth tightens a very little bit at his question, but he answers after a beat.]

I was careless. They will heal in time.

[adfkl he's just trying to get somewhere inside and warm and suddenly, snowball to the butt! He jumps, and starts looking around after a moment or two, almost ready to duck again if some other projectile appears. He doesn't spot that, but he does spot York, and turns towards him.]

Hey! Did you see something just then?

( right in the ass! that's gotta be worth ten points or something. he's gonna count it as much. now, if only he could convince delta to legitimately keep score for him, he'd really be in business.

the next snowball that york had had ready to send flying toward hawk drops to the ground when the other whirls around to face him, and he acts about as innocent as he can get away with without promptly bursting into flames. )

What kinda somethin'?

Some sort of… missile, I think. Not too dangerous, at a guess, but…

[he turns, scanning the horizon again with a frown. Something's definitely odd, but he's not sure…]

( bad move, man. you left your back wide open.

or in this case, your backside.

have another snowball aimed at the right cheek. )

Dude, you totally missed it!

[he jumps, again, and he's not sure if that's more embarrassing or less than completely missing whatever it is.]

Ah!

[and swinging back, and giving York and his surrounding a squint] But- did you see it, then?

[Poor, unsuspecting Roxas. He's so out of it when he gets hit by the snowball that he flails, trips, and ends up half-buried in a snowdrift.

ANNIHILATION!!!!]

( ... shit. did that really just happen?

did he really just see a kid faceplant into the snow?

... better go check this out.

york steps through the snow as best he can without tripping himself, and he tries to think of the best way to approach this situation - because it isn't exactly every day that you have to think of a way to get some blond kid out of a snowdrift.

he stands there for a second, arms folded, wearing his Concentration Face. )

Hey, uh ... you alive?

( nailed it. )

[Oh my fucking god, York.

Roxas has a face full of COLD and WET. This is not what he wants. He pulls himself up and onto his knees, then shakes his head a little bit like a dog, sending snow flying everywhere. There's still some on his black coat, which, if York has met him, might pin as the same kind as Riku's.]

Fffbbbbttt.

[He rubs his face on his sleeve.]

I don't know what happened. One minute I was walking, and then... I think something hit me?

( hey. you asked for this by coming within his general proximity. you did this to yourself.

oh, york's met riku all right; he'd recognize that coat anywhere, but it seems like roxas is a might bit smarter than his bro in the fact that he isn't walking around in a blindfold. hm. hwo has he never seen this kid before? )

Sure you didn't trip? Snow's pretty deep around here. ( you're the worst person to have ever existed, sir.

but at least he's going to reach out a hand to help the other up. )

Something definitely hit me... I think.

[Roxas doesn't sound too sure. He accepts the hand helping him up, and takes a moment to dust himself off.] Thanks.

[He glances around, trying to figure out where or what it could have been, but there's just snow.]

Did-- did you see anything?

No problem. ( still not giving in to the fact that he just hit an innocent kid with a snowball? nope. it's gonna be a while before he owns up to it, too. this little shit right here.

york turns his head just enough that roxas should be able to make out a faint scar over his left eye, emphasizing the movement with a tap of his fingers to his cheekbone. ) Got a pretty big blind spot on this side, so I tend to miss a lot of stuff. ( he squints, though, and looks around. )

Kinda hard to see anything out here, it's so damn bright.

Edited (same icon woes fuck i hate running out of paid time and losing the browse option.) 2015-02-10 15:34 (UTC)

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