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A single pink flamingo sat outside Robert's House wearing a scarf. If Robert didn't notice it at first, there was a small horde of these creatures looming in the distance.

They did nothing.


Also,Bix MIGHT have gotten another snowball aimed at him in passing and unlike Gale, Marcus had not bothered to hide himself, and rather had run off towards the edge of the trainee fields where a small snow fortress was being built.
A moon coat was being used as a temporary flag.




Leon got a text.

Today was a day that Milo Hale realized he was not meant for colder climates. Rain he could deal with, jacket weather was alright (it allowed him to show off some of his really cool ones as it was). But snow was a entirely different beast all together. Sure, it was really amazing to see all of it on the ground once it seemed a little more clear to go out, but once Milo stepped outside he felt like a big pile of nope.

(Which sucked, because he really wanted to play in it).

The Sun promptly turned back towards the dorms. Perhaps he could find a few more layers to add on, better boots. Maybe also a certain Mist Hunter to boot.

"Aro- ah, wait!" Oliver yelped, helpless to defend himself against the taller man's enthusiastic handling. It wasn't the first time he had been tossed over his friend's shoulder and taken somewhere 'for his own good', but it never seemed to get any less bewildering.

"H-hey, I was working on things," he began, the usual start to a round of protests. "What if the snow is bad for you? Uh, m-maybe we should just stay in here, we can have some hot chocolate? A-are you sure you're even dressed for snow?" The farther they got from his workstation, the more nervous his voice became.

Alex came flying out of the corner of the building, making some sort of call similar to a Native american war cry before sending two snowballs flying at the nearest people he knew / saw.

One hit, the other flew by someone else, and Alex was pumping his fist. "SCORE ONE FOR THE ALEX."

Diana had just managed to stand and clean her glasses when out of the corner of her eye she spotted something soaring towards her. It was too late to realize just what it was before it smacked her in the face, covering her glasses once more and sending her tumbling back over the poor guy she'd ended up colliding with before. A small panicked noise was all that could be heard from her as she fell face first into the snow again.

"Why? Why me?" her muffled voice could be heard from her snow pile, her arms struggling to dig herself out of the snow mess.

Only two weeks had passed since he'd been out on the beach, his jeans rolled up around his knees as he searched the sand for staplers and cigarettes. Now they had thirteen feet of snow. People around here kept telling him he was going to die young, but this was the first time he actually believed them.

Shivering and damp in a hastily thrown together bedding-and-towel ensemble, Max had amassed an impressive pile of snowballs and was considering moving on to a snowman when he heard a familiar voice.

Diana's HEEEEEEEEEERE! Caper bellowed from her place on the ground nearby, her fins glinting where ice had begun to form at their edges. This was the first time since they'd met that she'd been enthusiastic about being in her weapon form, and there was one simple reason why. Between Max and the other hunters there was an eight foot high drift, one side sheer as a cliff and the other sloped in a perfectly packed slide. As a weapon, Caper could go for a ride all by herself.

PUSH ME!

Max did as he was told, positioning the harpoon gun at the top of the hill and giving her a nudge before jogging over to peek around the side of the snow heap. Caper screeched happily as she skidded down the incline, toward... some guy. Oh, crap.

Moments before she caused some sort of horrible accident involving harpoons and eyes, Max desummoned Caper back to his thumb and stepped out of hiding. This bit of snow was much softer than where he had been, and he almost lost his balance as he tried to get close enough to help Diana up.

Although he couldn't walk properly, surely he could retaliate. Max gathered a handful of snow and squished it into a ball, but as it arced through the air toward Diana's assailant, it broke apart in a series of messy blobs. Aw.

< Aaaw, she looks like a fluffy little foxfire ~> Koume cooed in his head. Even after all this time, so many of her comments made no sense. Noemi did look fluffy though. And warm. Which he wanted to be.

"Ya, it is," he replied with a little laugh as he rubbed at one of his arms, "Totally way more than I've ever seen, ya! Gonna need a few more layers I think before I head back." Milo kind of wished he had a coat similar to her's but then again, he wouldn't look as adorable as she would in it. (Wait, what?)

"Gonna be just a sec," hopefully she would wait for him as he maneuvered past her and into his room to grab what else he could manage to keep the cold off him. Thankfully he did have a few more extra things; a proper pair of boots, gloves, a hat and another jacket.

Lydia wasn't exactly used to cold and snow, but she was no stranger to it either, and she had always found it to be lovely, and fun, and since she dressed in many layers all of the time anyways, the chill in the air really didn't bother her at all!

So, with all of her many layers, a scarf wrapped around her face, and a lovely hat on her head, the death trainee found herself outside in the snow, digging a hole.

A very large, very deep hole, that she covered with a white blanket, with rocks used at it's edges to hold into place, all hidden under a thin layer of snow.

At it's center, was a can of beer, and a bag of cheetos.

She sat back and waited.