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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[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.

[presumablyalone]

[Oh no, you're not going to get him this time Firo. Seto leans down and grabs his own handful of snow, patting it into the best little ball he can]

Really?? I wonder if our game can get just as intense! [He's kinda determined to win now. And have as much fun as possible of course]

[immamartillo]

[ Firo stops playing with the snow and keeps it one hand, cocked back as if he'll throw it any moment now. ]

It won't, I can promise you that. We used to stuff ice in the snowballs and I'm pretty sure Berga or Claire got some rocks mixed up in there.

[ Snow play was serious business. ]

[presumablyalone]

[ AOIERGUOAERH OH GOD HE'S GOING TO THROW IT. SO. Seto decides to throw it before Firo does, even if he didn't plan to quite yet.]

W-Why would they put rocks in them??

[immamartillo]

[ Firo just manages to move out of the way of Seto's snowball and in response lightly lobs his at Seto. ]

To make it hurt more if you got hit, of course. Same thing the ice does, but even worse.

[presumablyalone]

B-But why would someone want a game like this to hurt??

[That sounds so mean! And instead of actually dodging that one, Seto jumps up and tries to catch it and it hits him in the chest. Damn.]

[immamartillo]

That's how you win!

[ He manages to hold back laughter as Seto gets pegged. He is doing pretty well for someone who's never had a snowball fight, Firo will give him that. ]

But don't worry. I said our game won't get that bad, right?

[presumablyalone]

Y-You want to hurt people to win?

[AND HERE HE THOUGHT THIS GAME WOULD BE FUN. But he grins when Firo laughs, wiping off the snow that landed on his jacket] Yeah.

[immamartillo]

That's how people play the game.

[ He pauses and amends that statement. The other kids in the neighborhood were never too eager to join their snowball fights and perhaps that's the reason why... ]

Or how we did, anyway. But don't worry. The two of us are just usin' snow and that's never hurt anybody.

[presumablyalone]

[Seto's just going to lean down and make an even bigger snowball]

Okay! Just get ready, because I won't go easy on you. [And so he grins]

[immamartillo]

[ Now things are getting serious! Firo makes another snowball, though not quite as big as Seto's. ]

You better not! I'm not cuttin' you any slack either.

[ Or maybe he will, as he throws the snowball about a yard away from Seto. It's Seto's first game, Firo should give him a chance to get a few more hits in before getting him again. And for some reason he feels a little bad about hitting Seto too much. ]

[presumablyalone]

[Firo, what kind of throw was that. Seto uses both hands to lift his snowball up over his head then hurls it at Firo but... the most it will hit is probably his legs.

AND NOW HE'S GOING TO HIDE BEHIND A TREE. He needs cover while he makes more snowballs. It's on.]

[immamartillo]

[ Firo quickly takes a step back; the massive snowball still manages to hit his legs with some chunks. ]

You're gonna hafta do better than that.

[ Hiding is for wimps, so for now Firo stays in the open, shaping another snowball and sending it by Seto's tree. It shouldn't hit him unless he peeks out at the wrong time. ]

[presumablyalone]

[For now, Seto just stays right behind the tree, kneeling to make a little mound of ready to go snowballs. Even when the snowball smacks the ground right next to the tree, he stays still.

But that's when he gets an idea. Reaching into the bag he always tends to carry around with him, he pulls out his old slingshot and puts a snowball in the rubber band part. He jumps out from behind the tree, holding the snowball back as far as the band will stretch and lets go. He isn't aiming for Firo's head, more his chest or arm.]

[immamartillo]

[ Instinctively Firo twists to avoid getting hit in the face with a snowball and is hit right in the shoulder. He dusts some stray snow off his cheek and stares at Seto in amazement. He never would have though Seto would try something like that. After a moment, though, he chuckles. Seto really is learning fast. ]

I think that's cheatin', Seto.

[ He makes another snowball and tosses it over Seto's head. ]

[presumablyalone]

[Seto ducks just to make sure the snowball misses him and pouts]

Is it really?

[immamartillo]

[ Cheating isn't necessarily a bad thing to Firo, and snowball fights don't have many rules to him. But teasing Seto a little should be fun, so he continues his charade with a serious nod. ]

Oh, definitely.

[presumablyalone]

O-Oh...

[He turns around and stuffs the slingshot back in his bag then comes out from behind the tree.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cheat!

[immamartillo]

[ Another stern nod. ]

You should be-

[ But then he can't hold his laughter in, and anyway he feels bad for Seto now. ]

Okay, okay, I was jokin'.

[presumablyalone]

[aeorhgoaer Meany! You made Seto feel all bad about using his slingshot. He pouts and leans down, getting a relatively big handful of snow, lumping it into a nice ball. Hope you're ready because Seto throws it as hard as he can.

Oh but don't worry, Seto isn't really mad. In fact, he's smiling. It's just called payback]

[immamartillo]

[ Yikes! Firo didn't expect Seto to take such revenge. But fair's fair, so he stands there and takes it.

It hits him right on and some of the snow flies into his face. When he wipes it off, though, he's smiling too. ]

Happy now?

[presumablyalone]

Yes.

[He grins happily] That's what you get for tricking me!

[immamartillo]

[ Firo laughs. ]

Revenge is sweet, huh?

[ Now that that's through with, he quickly leans down to make another snowball and toss it at Seto. ]

[presumablyalone]

Yep!

[Though Seto can't say it's really his thing. He'd rather play fair with no revenge schemes but just that once was okay. He jumps at the sight of the snowball and makes a run for it behind the tree, but the snowball gets his arm before he can hide entirely. Curses! He'll just have to make some more]