✗ 11 ;;

[decrypts]

( 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. )

Comments

[fallbythesword]

[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!

[betrayedtwin]

[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...]

[grip_on_reality]

[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]

[lamb_of_gold]

[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.

[desertdaggers]

[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?

[otherness]

[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!!!!]