Eighth firefly - [accidental video]/[action] - Early afternoon on the 18th

[presumablyalone]

[Accidental Video]

[The first thing to be recorded is Seto falling down on his butt in the snow.  His face and hair now covered in snow, as if snowball at hit him square in the face.  Which... one did actually.  He hadn't seen it coming.   He blinks once, then twice, then brushes the cold snow off his already pink cheeks, giving someone that can't be seen, a pout.]

What was that for??

[And then another voice in the background replies] Ah... That's just how ya play the game. Sorry, Seto!

...Oh... [Totally unsure of what game this is, Seto decides to go ahead and give it a try himself.  Mimicking what he saw Firo do, he  gathers up some of the snow into a ball then hurls it at his target.  Luckily it hits right on]

H--Hey! [Firo pauses for a moment, then laughs] ...Good job.

[Seto just grins then stands up, reaching down to pick up the journal]  What's that game call-- [The feed cuts off as he shuts it]

[Action]

[ Anyone about town may spot two Luceti residents taking full advantage of the winter wonderland. Seto and Firo can be found racing through the snow and happily pelting each other with snowballs or pooling their efforts to make a snowman that's only slightly lopsided.
    
It's such fun that Firo's too distracted to try for a pretense of maturity and Seto has overcome his worry about the snow. Though perhaps the loss of fear due to the many layers of winter clothes he's swaddled in, which make Seto bear some resemblance to a marchmallow. The snow splatters on their clothes show that they've been at this for a while.
    
Stop by and join the fun? Or perhaps get caught in the crossfire? ]
    
(ooc: Blue is Seto, green is Firo.  Action threads will be 3-person threads, the order will be You -> Seto -> Firo!  If you decide to reply by video/voice/written, those replies will come only from Seto. )

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[moezama]

[Ergh, the cold really does not like Kazuma, or he just doesn't like it. Cold weather like this always makes him tired and sluggish. At least he's wearing suitable clothes for the weather as he wanders around the village to get himself motivated to do something other than just fall asleep in the house...especially not while Tao was stalking around. Maybe he can find himself a good book to read while curled up in a chair.

As he ponders over what books to try reading, he doesn't even notice what was going on around him--more so than usual and gets hit by something cold and wet behind his head. It knocks him forward and almost pushes him into the snow.]

What the-...!? [He rubs the spot where the snow had hit him.]

[Action]

[presumablyalone]

[Oh whoops, that was totally Seto's bad. His aim isn't the best and Firo was... a little (a lot) more to the right of Kazuma. He was trying okay! He's still new at this snowball fighting stuff so cut him some slack.

He begins to panic when the snowball almost knocks Kazuma over into the snow and rushes over to him, his arms almost flailing] I-I'm sorry about that Kazuma! I-I didn't mean to hit you! [Just going to make sure you aren't hurt or anything]

I was trying to hit Firo...

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[immamartillo]

[ Firo walks over to check on Kazuma, though with less haste than Seto. The guy looks mostly okay and snowball fights should be harmless, right? ]

You're gonna hafta work on that aim if you wanna win, Seto.

[ Smiling slightly- at least the snowball didn't hit him- he looks at Kazuma. ]

You alright? He's got a pretty good throwin' arm, huh? He can hit ya hard, at least.

[immamartillo]

[ Firo laughs and shakes his head, wiping away the remnants of the snowball that hit him squarely. Seto sure learns quickly. ]

This game? It's called a snowball fight. Don't-

[ He's about to insist Seto should have heard about it, but catches himself before he says that. Of course he hasn't heard about them. That just gives Firo extra drive to make this the best snowball fight ever. ]

It'll be fun, I promise.

[presumablyalone]

A snowball fight... [He repeats it to himself quietly. Just going to put his journal off to the side next to a tree since this game obviously requires both hands]

Did you play it a lot back home??

[immamartillo]

[ Firo leans down to scoop up some snow. He doesn't throw it yet, just packs it and tosses it between his hands. ]

Back when I was a kid, with Luck and his brothers. Every winter. Got pretty intense, too.

[action]

[menial]

'Should've known venturing outside on a day like this would end up with a snowball or two nearly smacking my scarf off.'

Oy, watch it!

[action]

[presumablyalone]

[Even though that time, that wasn't Seto's fault, he still feels extremely bad. Maybe he accidently got behind him when Firo threw it! Well, the deeds already been done so there's nothing left to do but apologize. So Seto flails his arms for a moment]

I-I'm really sorry about that! [Still not sure if it was his fault or not]

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[immamartillo]

Relax, Seto.

[ Firo trots over, hands in his coat pockets and grinning like an idiot despite the trouble he's caused. It's all in good fun! ]

You alright? Shoulda' stayed outta the way, huh?

[ There's no hostility in his voice, despite how rude the words may sound. ]

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[kenpo-kitty.livejournal.com]

[[Oh, hey, Seto! Have another snowball, now that, you know, you know how to play the game of throwing them.

Also, stop getting hit by snowballs so much, sheesh!

Who is the culprit though? Some girl in a huge blue jacket with giant paw-sleeves (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/Zappa_Slave/bHFYmFytz.png). The owner of the jacket may or may not be obvious!]]

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[presumablyalone]

Bwah!

[Okay what is with people and surprise attacking him. As soon as the snowball hits him he nearly falls face first into the snow but catches himself on a tree. Well that wasn't Firo since he's over there... then who...

Oh! It's that one girl he met a while ago. So he waves to her] Hey Uriko!

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[immamartillo]

Wha-?

[ Hey, he's supposed to be the one clocking Seto. Firo has to stop and admire the nice hit, though. He walks a little closer to the attacker, glancing at Seto to see if he's okay. ]

Nice hit.

You okay, Seto?

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[erodingearth]

[Living up in the mountains of the Land of Departure gave Terra plenty of chances to experience cold weather, but experiencing it in Luceti, with so many other people around to appreciate it, is special in its own way.

Because of the snow, he's slowing down with his daily training for awhile to walk around and take in the sights.

...Well, until a poorly aimed snowball splatters across the legs of his pants and shoes.]

Looks like someone missed.

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[presumablyalone]

[Oh hush Terra, he's trying, he really is! He just... kinda sorta sucks at the whole aiming and throwing part. Today especially since it's his first time playing this game. But hey, he's a newb at this so he'll get the hang of it in no time.

Right now though, what's more important is the fact that he just missed and hit Terra and now feels pretty bad about it. So right after Terra speaks, he runs up to him with a worried expression on his face] I-I'm sorry about that Terra! I didn't mean to hit you... I was trying to get Firo.

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[immamartillo]

[ Firo pops out from behind the tree he'd been using as a shield and walks over to Terra and Seto. ]

He's still just learnin'. Wanna play too?

[ If Terra' has already been hit he may as well, according to Firo's logic. ]

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[bloodypocket]

[One of you two may have thrown the snowball that just barely missed his head, saved only by quick reflexes that follow the projectile's path to the floor. Whoever it was responsible, he's not pleased.]

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[presumablyalone]

[That was totally Firo that time, because as soon as the snowball hits the ground, Seto jumps out from behind the tree, arm up to get ready to throw the snowball that's in his hand. He stops just in time to notice Rutherford right there and lets his aim falter so when he throws it, it's more than likely going to hit Firo's leg or arm.

Oh well, he can get a better aim next time. Right now, one of his buddies is here! Seto gives him a bright smile] Hey Rutherford!

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[immamartillo]

I missed both a' you?

[ He hadn't been aiming at all for Rutherford, but even an unintentional hit would have been better than not hit at all. To make matters worse, Seto's snowball smacks Firo on the shoulder as he approaches them. He laughs and brushes the snow off. ]

[Action]

[lostinmyway]

[Here's Grune, heading back home with, um, half of the groceries Fenimore asked her to get. Hey, small victories, right?

Being totally lost in...lack of thought, she doesn't notice that she's wandered into the crossfire until a snowball smacks her on the arm. Unlike most people, though, she doesn't jump--she simply blinks and looks about.]

Oh, my.

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[presumablyalone]

[Seto had ducked back behind the tree the moment the snowball left his hand since he was afraid Firo would get him at that instant. But instead of hearing Firo getting hit, it's a more feminine voice he hears. A very familiar one at that.

So he takes a peak out from behind the tree and right there is in fact his tall friend. And it looks like he hit her... whoops. He quickly runs out from behind the tree and over to Grune with a frown] I-I'm so sorry about that Grune! I-I didn't see you!

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[immamartillo]

[ Upon hearing Seto's apology Firo peeks out from behind his own tree. Uh oh. He's pretty sure there are Camorra rules against hitting women, and even if it's just a snowball they could have ruined her groceries.

He follows Seto over, figuring that he should probably apologize too. ]

...Sorry.

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[ruinedhiswish.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Iria isn't the most happy today. As she walks, she keeps asking herself what she is even doing outside in this kind of weather. For her, it's too cold, no matter how you look at it.

Suddenly, a snowball hits her in the back of the head and the girl quickly pulls out both her guns and turns around, anger clearly visible on her face.]</sub>

Who did that?!

[action]

[presumablyalone]

[Firo that was all you that time. Seto didn't realize what happened until he peaked his head out from behind a tree. Instantly, he panics and comes out from behind the tree, flailing his arms around.

NO SHOOTING ANYONE. He'll just go ahead and take the fault for this one even though it wasn't him]

I-I'm sorry about that Iria!! I-I couldn't see you behind the tree!

[consultmybooks]

[B - caught in the crossfire. A misaimed snowball thwacks Rupert quite a solid hit to the back of the head, sending him tumbling into the snow.

He comes up quickly, readying a snowball of his own and looking around for the culprit.] All right! Own up!

[presumablyalone]

[What is with Seto today? For goodness sakes he doesn't have good aim at all. It's depressing really. The moment Rupert falls into the snow, Seto runs towards him to get him up, feeling incredibly bad about what he did.

But that feeling only gets worse when the kid gets up with a snowball of his own at the ready. He stops, hands up like he's surrendering] T-That was me... I-I'm sorry.