goldenglasses | [Voice] - Forward dated to the 11th

[Vash was having a good night for the most part. He had woken up in the middle of it - thought someone had come in, but no one had. Still had a pretty nice sleep up until he gets up and out of bed. This would be because he has just placed his feet into some very cold water. He lets out a very unmanly shriek as he leaps from the bed. Once his feet are dry he exits his bedroom to find-OW! What- what is that chair- oh come on! His furniture too?

After checking to make sure Wolfwood's cross is safe and all weapons he's hidden around the place accounted for a bedraggled Vash appears over the journals. Still dressed in his long sleeved pajamas and hair in a mess of bedhead. He also may be rubbing at his shin.]

So, last year was elves. Did anyone else get their apartment re-arranged or was it just me? [This just HAS to be something with Malnosso, right? Right?] If it wasn't Malnosso who was it?! [Most of the people Vash would have guessed to pull on prank on him have been sent home or don't remember him if they are still here.]

Getting so a guy can't even walk around in his own home anymore!

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[Later once Vash has put his place back to rights he'll be less angry. He visits the flower shop, grocery store, and the town square. At the square he'll be doing some people watching and feeling a bit prankish himself now a stray snowball or two may be flying at characters as they walk by.

He'll end his day in Good Spirits for a quiet drink.]

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[Geeze, talk about dramatic. But what kind of snowball fight would it be without at least one dramatic death?

Ginia kneels down and quickly rolls up another snowball before she inches toward him. Just in case he's hiding another snowball or she needs to finish him off.]

[Hidden snowball? Vash having a hidden snowball? No way! What totally gave you that thought!? He would never have a hidden snowball.

Only he totally has a hidden snowball.] ROUND TWO! [A hidden snowball that he tosses as she inches forward.]

[FIEND! DISHONOR-- no, it's really what Ginia would have done. Had done countless times, though with guns or knives instead of snowballs.

Ginia dodges, the snowball glancing off her shoulder and leaving a powdery white steak on her coat. Her own snowball flies toward him as she runs to a new location in order to make a few more snowballs.]

[Vash rushes back behind the bench as the second snowball just barely misses him. Several snowballs are already ready for tossing, even if his cover isn't the best. Several breaks in the planks of wood leave him wide open. Then again, he had picked this cover to give kids and easier time to hit him.

Still! He had ammo at the ready and she did not! He quickly sends another two balls at Gina!]

[He has ammo and she does not, true. What was that saying, never go into battle unprepared?

Ginia swats one snowball away and takes the other in the shoulder as she runs for shelter behind the fountain. There she'll begin swiftly assembling snowballs, keeping an eye out if Vash moves locations.

She's having fun. It's a hard admission to make because she feels like she shouldn't, because it's undeserving. She's aching from the cold, her cheeks are rosy and numb, but she's breathing in cold air and feeling the chill down her body. She's alive, and having a snowball fight in a strange village in the woods.]

[Vash scoops up his remaining few snowballs and makes a quick charge to the other side of the fountain. He waits for Ginia to show her face before he lets another one fly.]

[Ginia catches a flash of movement and a bright spiky head of yellow out of the corner of her eye. She builds up the last of her stock of snowballs and debates.

Out in a blaze of glory, that's the way to go, right? She gathers up as many snowballs as she can hold in her arms and charges.]

[Ha! There she is! Vash tosses his snowball feeling mighty pleased with himself and his position. Only he wasn't expecting a blaze of glory run as Ginia keeps coming towards him.

Crap, crap, crap! He looks down at his meager two snowballs left. Uh oh. He throws one of the two, then grabs the other one and goes running around the fountain.]

Moooooooooommy!

[There's a grin on her face as Ginia runs Vash down, snowball after snowball flying in front of her. She's down to her last two when Vash begins running.

The first snowball misses. It's down to her last one.

She takes aim...

and throws.]

[He honestly could dodge, but he never intended to win the very moment he let his own snowball fly. So he doesn't even try to keep track of all the snowballs that fly at him. It's just fun to not think sometimes.

So when the last snowball hits him in the back he falls forward, sliding face first into the snow. Once he comes to a stop he sits up, sputtering snow, but with a happy grin on his face.] Uncle! Uncle! I give up! I surrender!

[In the Game of Snowballs, you win or you die!

Or something like that. Ginia dusts snow off her coat and gloves and takes a deep breath. Cold aid fills her lung and rushes out, chilling but good. She's alive. Maybe she'll even make it through this place.

Ginia walks over to Vash and kneels down to offer him a hand up.]

[Vash smiles with a cheeky grin as he takes the offer hand and works his way to his feet.] You're pretty good at this game! Have you been in a lot of snowball fights before?

[Ginia takes a step back one Vash is back on his feet. In response to his question, she offers a small shrug and wave of her hand.

It snowed every winter in Davenport. There was no shortage of snowball fights there. It was her first introduction to an important life lesson; be cunning or be ruthless.]

Either way, you are a very worthy challenger! [Challenger? Vash, you threw the snowball at her.] It was a pleasure playing with you!

[Ginia offers a lazy salute in both thanks and acknowledgement of his skill. It was fun. She offers a small wave goodbye.]

[Vash waves as Ginia starts to leave.] I'll see you around then! Stay warm until our next battle!

[Voice] - Forward dated to the 11th

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