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realityshifted2015-01-12 06:41 pm
decrypts) wrote in realityshifted2015-01-12 06:41 pm
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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. )
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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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!!]
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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. )
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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.
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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. )
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"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!]
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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.