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He took another step, intending to try and hit the guy who snowballed Diana again, but before he could even pack together any snow, something very, very cold smacked against his cheek and slid down his face.

Max closed his eyes and fought his full body cringe. Then he smirked at Diana, grabbed a handful of snow, and chucked it gently at the back of her head.

"Tried, didn't get too far, ya." Milo sheepishly told her as he finished lacing up his shoes that would be more fitting for snow. Hopefully. Not like he knew exactly. As ready as he could be, he grabbed his gloves and made his way out of his room.

And of course grabbed her hand along the way. (So warm). "I think I've seen it only like once ever," it had snowed before on the island, hadn't it? Milo tried to recall but quickly gave up. So many things happened from time to time it was hard to keep track. "Only snows in a few places in Hawaii, ya and its a pain to get to. Never really bothered trying in California either." He told her as he led her back up the stairs of the basement.

"So, all the things, ya? What you wanna do first, Noemi-chan?"

This time he did cringe. He even let out a tiny squeal that he hoped was drowned out by the activity around him.

"Revenge? You started it!" He was incredulous. He was also grinning so broadly that he thought his face might crack in the cold. Max's snowball splatted its way down the side of Diana's neck, the strike rather precise considering he was actually holding the snow against her skin.

Diana had not calculated a retaliation in her grand scheme of things. She'd figured he would be so stunned he'd have stopped all together. Never did she believe Max would fight back and shove the stupid cold snow onto her neck. Oh it was war now. Max had just fast tracked his way onto the enemy list and she would be swift about ending him.

"This is war, Mr. Porter. I hope you are prepared!" she exclaimed, a little too loudly if Akali had any say in the matter. She was all but oblivious to everyone else's presence as she tackled the man and sent them both tumbling down a snow pile.

The tiny Asian wasn't in the dorm when the snow happened, anyway the sharp decrease in temperature had she put on layers and layers of clothing until she looked like a fat chubby dumpling. Shu always had fear about chilly weather, her hands and feet are generally slightly colder than most people thanked to the car crash. It was surprised to see the headquarter covered in white, living in sub-tropical areas meant you won't have many chances to see snow. She'd seen it a few times since she became a hunter, but it didn't help the surging excitement. Z, look! It's snow! The beast replied with a casual sigh.

Thinking she might be able to make a small snow angel and take a nice picture for memory, with a delightful beaming face, she moved her leg and stepped out -



- The honey eyes blinked in confusion, the ground unexpectedly sagged beneath her and contacted with the coldness sent her a bad shiver. The action to ignore the oddity and try to move her hands nevertheless, was of little or no avail. Finally, her eyes roamed round for a general idea and realized she had sunken into the thick snow. Struggled to stand up, Shu hopelessly found out the snow was above her pathetic height and she needed somebody to get her out of wretchedness.

Rubbing her gloved hands, she began to yap for help. "Anyone hear me? Help please." The beast laughed his head off in her mind, gloating and enjoyed his hunter's suffering.

Mikael, finding a plentiful bank of clean snow, eagerly got to work on his castle, intent on creating something which Lawrence could not easily dismiss, set on building his most impressive spires and turrets in the hopes that the older man might concede in some small way that he wasn’t entirely stupid and useless. Approval and positive feedback had always been very sparsely given by his father, in stark contrast to his mother who had praised him for almost everything he had ever done and rendered all that praise mostly worthless in doing so. It was stressful feeling like he was building to a deadline but his weapon snarled in his head that challenges made you stronger and that as a pathetic whelp he needed to challenge himself more often and this was good. Still, part of him did wonder if this challenge was an impossible one, dubious that it was impossible to impress his father at all, struggling to remember more than a handful of times when he had earned a genuine smile from the man. It didn’t matter really, doubt didn’t stop Mik when he was about eighty percent powered by sheer enthusiasm.

When Rodney arrived, Mik had managed to construct what looked like the blueprints for a building, with interior rooms divided into corridors and staircases and with a moat delineated in the snow, it was impressively straight and some of the angles looked like they had been measured with a compass. He beamed at the other man and replied in his lilting way. “I am building a castle. It is only a small one for the royal family’s holidays but it needs to be siege proof because they have many many enemies.” He seemed to derail himself from his thoughts about his fictional royal family as he registered in what Rodney was wearing, his big pale blue eyes going wide as he looked him over. “You look like you are royal too!” he exclaimed, standing up to get a better look right in time to put himself in the trajectory of Horace’s snowball, letting out a sound of surprise as he was struck.

“Ouch!” he cried. “That /hurt/. Don’t be mean!” Horace Mikael considered as a rude older sibling who kept hoarding attention he didn’t deserve and who was much too rough and as such was perhaps a little more rude with him than other people. The very picture of indignity, he stated. “Father says that the people who throw snow are brutes.”

Lawr in the meantime had been pleased by Rodney's confirmation that he would be heading over and the same from Melvin. Still hugging himself against the rather bitter cold and staunchly ignoring the concerning antics of the others he watched Mikael's building progress, not understanding the point in building a castle in the snow to much too small a scale than was useful. Buildings generally were not beautiful like organic beings unless they were grand cathedrals attempting to house the very presence of god. It all seemed very pointless and he might well have said so if Rodney hadn't made his way over to the boy to speak to him, though he could not make out the words. He did however manage to make out the exclamation and follow the snowball's trajectory back to Horace who had thrown it. He smirked and was about to make a comment to the other man when for the second time that day he was crept up on, this time by Melvin.

The sound he made when Melvin's hands, colder than Lawr's ribs by a margin met his skin was completely involuntary and he twisted around like a picked up cat to see who his assailant was this time.

He exhaled in a huff of irritation when he realized and relaxed against the other man affectionately. "Hello Melvin." he said. "Please do warn me before you do that, I almost had a heart attack." but he did nevertheless get a kiss on the cheek for his troubles as Lawr nestled against him in an attempt to leech some of his warmth for himself.

"I don't know if you noticed, but it is cold." he said, his teeth chattering slightly. "D..Did you get much snow..before?"

He lamented his inability to rub his hands together, having one hand distinctly separated from its other.

Rodney flinched at the snowball throwing, but otherwise seemed enthused.

Seven, too, seemed perked up. Yeah, a big old homey towering castle. With guards to scare off anybody who even thinks about looking at twice.

Rodney brushed snow off his coat, looking shy at the compliment.

"Thanks. ...Did you want to work together? I've gathered up some snow already. And I have tools." He lifted up a bag demonstrably, making it look light, but it made a dense clanking sound. The bag had (among other things) a saw, and some flat, metal pieces for smoothing the snow.