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[polar]

Date & Time: Dec 25, Afternoon
Location: Outside the Hold
Characters: Korra (polar) and YOU?
Summary: Snowball fights, snow forts, snow angels, SNOW!
Warnings: Pssh

[Snow is a glorious thing, able to be used for so many purposes. Projectiles, buildings, decor, snacks, and more! Sometimes it requires a delicate, detailed touch, while others just need brute force and strength. Korra's good with both of these techniques, though the latter is more her style. Despite that, once the snow's an adequate deepness, she's out there bending it like she hasn't seen it in months, which, if she thought about it, would actually be the case.

Come roughly lunchtime, she's made quite the dent in her goals. There's a roughly built snow fort big enough to hold five people easily. A few piles of perfectly made snowballs litter the area, making for easy ammunition should people choose to throw a few. These don't count the half dozen or so "shelters" she's made to hide one or two people from oncoming fire.

The Avatar's set to continue until enough people show up or until someone attempts to bean her with a snowball. Either way, she's on a roll.]

((ooc: belated group log for x-mas day snow fun! tag yourselves in, threadjack, whatever. have fun. c:))

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[idealord]

[Snow!! Even if you didn't see a ton around Nuvema Town (too warm down south) Hilbert always enjoyed the colder seasons best for this reason. He's got his usual coat on and will happily be running around in the vast white surroundings until he gets tired and finds a nice, deep spot for himself.

While others may be packing together snowballs to throw, he and his Rotom are working on making a cheerful snowman.]

[imperfect]

[When a guy's sick of being caught in the middle of snowball crossfire, where else is he supposed to go except somewhere that looks a bit quieter? Well, into one of the shelters or away from the snow altogether would probably be favourite. But Ed is too stubborn for the former and secretly having way too much fun for the latter, so quieter it is.

He wanders over to and flops down on top of what, as far as he can tell from a cursory glance, is just another unattended pile of snow.]

Sheesh. Shake a little snow over their heads and suddenly this whole army's just a bunch of kids.

[idealord]

[The Rotom is the first to return to the snow pile to check on it and it shrieks (and lets out a bit of electricity to boot!) when it sees someone laying on their Snowman to be, and when Hilbert rolls around with a ball of snow to see what his Pokémon is getting so huffed up at he can't help but feel kind of disappointed himself.

While the boy is forgiving, Eeks is less so and flies straight up to Ed and to give him a little shock. Gentle or not, you just destroyed this little thing's snowbuddy. Its Trainer is right after it though to make sure Ed doesn't get hurt too bad, abandoning the snowball.]

Hey, Eeks!

[imperfect]

[That's one way of getting someone to sit up in a hurry. The strangled noise Ed makes as he's zapped sounds more surprised than in pain. The glare he shoots back immediately afterwards, on the other hand, is nothing but indignant.] What? What the hell was that for?

[He turns his head as Hilbert walks up to them. Under ordinary circumstances he'd notice the snowball too, but he's a little distracted by the screaming, sparking, floating orange... thing.]

This your pet or something, kid? The least you could do is keep it on a leash!

[idealord]

I'm really sorry! He's usually not so fussy, and he's actually pretty well-behaved... He wouldn't shock anybody he didn't think deserved it. That's for sure.

[He motions the Rotom over, and Eeks complies with a huff. He destroyed their snowbuddy to be that's not cool at all.]

And you're kind of laying on the beginnings of our snowman. So.

[imperfect]

[He pauses in the middle of reaching up to redo his ponytail. (It isn't looking the neatest it's ever been after that jolt.)] Snowman? [At this point, he finally notices the large snowball behind Hilbert, which prompts him to look down.] Oh, you mean this thing. [Whoops.

For a second he considers telling the orange thing to scram and keep a better eye on its construction work next time, but that wouldn't be fair on the kid, so he pushes himself to his feet and steps aside.] My bad, then. Sorry about that. It wasn't exactly easy to tell. [His expression as he brushes more of the snow off his coat is less than completely magnanimous, though. Hilbert might be able to catch him muttering:] But deserved, my ass...

[idealord]

[Hilbert smiles cheerfully and shakes his head.]

It's fine, though in return we wouldn't mind if you helped us build one. It's relaxing!

[Eeks agrees. Since Ed messed it up, he should help rebuild it.]

[imperfect]

In return, huh?

[His look of irritation softens for a moment, then slowly gives way to a wide, not entirely benign grin. Fair's fair, sure - but more importantly, if he walks away now, who knows when he'll next have the chance to get back at the kid's pet without feeling guilty about it?]

You're on. But, you know... if you ask me, if you're making this relaxing, chances are you aren't doing it right. [He finishes tying his hair up and flicks it back over his shoulder before turning to Hilbert again.] How big were you thinking?

[idealord]

As big as a Golurk, but you probably wouldn't know how tall that is... Say, maybe nine feet? I know that's pretty difficult, so Eeks and I were going to make a platform for it too. Thank you for accepting, we really appreciate the help.

[Nine foot tell snowgolem thing. It was gonna be fun. The Rotom floats on Hilbert's shoulder, watching Ed and still feeling kind of huffy.]

[imperfect]

[Seemingly ignoring the Rotom for now, Ed crouches down by the fallen snowman, scoops up a handful of it and lets it run through his gloved fingers. Yeah, he can work with this.]

"Pretty difficult"? There you go again. [He claps his palms together.] Watch and learn, kid.

[Then he drops forward onto his hands, planting them in the snow. Immediately, bluish-white light crackles across its surface, arcing harmlessly around Ed and Hilbert's feet. The snow deceptively quickly begins to stir, gathering itself into a single wide, writhing mass. Barely a couple of seconds pass before the light fades and the rush of movement dies down, leaving behind a perfectly rectangular slab of densely packed snow on the ground in front of them.

Ed raps on it with the back of his hand just as he's getting up, and doesn't even leave a dent.] There, that's your platform. How about skipping to the interesting part? If you can't get more than three metres out of this, I'll be surprised, I gotta say.

[idealord]

[Whoa.

Oh my god, whoa.

That's.

Wow.

Hilbert is legitimately shocked. So is Eeks. What the--]

[idealord]

That's-- amazing! Wow! How did you do that? Who are you? I'm Hilbert, this is Eeks, and-- who are you, seriously? That's. Wow.

[Sorry, he's not entirely coherent.]

[imperfect]

[Ed beams, if physically possible, even wider than he was grinning already.] What's the matter? Never seen an alchemist at work before? [He says that, but the look on his face betrays just how happy he is with Hilbert's reaction - that is, entirely too happy. He puffs his chest out a little, though his thick coat mostly covers it up, and points a thumb at himself almost like he's posing.] The name's Edward, Edward Elric. [Lowering his hand, he gives Hilbert a somewhat less self-satisfied and considerably friendlier-looking smile.] Nice to meet you.

But enough of that. This snowman of yours... [His expression turns more business-like, though no less confident.] Just a regular one, or did you want to be more ambitious? What do you think? Plenty of snow to go around [he gestures at their surroundings], so that's not an issue.

[No, the main issue for him is whether any more opportunities to show off are forthcoming.]

[polar]

[Hey, wait. Did that snowman's head just turn? Nah, that can't be it!]

[idealord]

[Eeks noticed it, girlie, and the Rotom's staring suspiciously at the snowman. Huh. Maybe it didn't move. Hilbert glances over at snowman, wondering what his buddy's looking at.]

What's up, Eeks? Is something wrong? [Noooo. Maybe. Eeks isn't sure...

But it has its eyes on you, snowman. It has its eyes on you.]

[polar]

[The head does a complete 360 now, more than enough to get Hilbert's attention.]

[idealord]

[Hilbert freezes.

It.

Moved.

It actually did a complete 360, like a Frosty the Snowman version of that exorcism movie he'd heard of.

While its Trainer is frightened and stuck staring like a rabbit, Eeks is joyously going to send a very small spark through it. Like those static-shocks you get in the winter time.]