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Snow

Who: Everyone
What: Snow day
Where: Campus
When: December 2nd-3rd
Warnings: Snow

[The weather outside is cold. More than below freezing. It was only a matter of time then.

By tomorrow, the entire campus will be covered in a tiny layer of white.]

[[OOC - There will be a thread for one specific time; 14:23. Those that wish to catch the first snowflake can fight for it there! Please note that apart from the fact it has 7 sides, and doesn't seem to melt, the snowflake does not hold special powers. Otherwise, start threads as you see fit.]]

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And here came Falcon, looking extremely menacing in his fluffy yellow earmuffs, snowballs in each hand. It was an epic face-off indeed, the Captain stalking towards the struggling student and his captor.

Falcon was going to destroy them both.

"This is what you both get for trying to run away."

Then he marched right up to them, shoved one snowball down Jeff's jacket and the other in Samus' face, and ran for it as fast as he possibly could.

"Pfffghh." That was only slightly less expected and at least she wasn't suffering the same flailing, cold, fate that Jeff was. She shook her head and dropped Jeff so she could wipe the rest of the snow off her face.

Basic instinct gave way to another chase, knowing fully well she'd only ever be able to keep up with his tracks in an outright race. Jeff was temporarily forgotten about. "Come back here!"

He kept right on running. Hell had no fury like a Samus with snow in her face and down her shirt and everywhere that snow was not supposed to be. Falcon was not going to stick around and be an open target for the two of them, so sprinting away it was.

"No way. You gotta catch me." He called.

Edited 2010-12-08 08:15 (UTC)

She ran and ran and ran and just couldn't catch him or the tip of his dorky yellow scarf dangling mere millimeters away from her fingers. Oh god oh no she used to be able to at least catch his scarf what if she was getting out of shape HRRRGH. If Jeff could be a dirty cheater so could Samus.

SUDDENLY... POWER SUIT ON. Clang clang clang clang.

SUDDENLY... GRAPPLE BEAM AIMING FOR FALCON.

He heard it. He heard the transition from soft footsteps in the snow to the clang clang clang clang of metal boots. Falcon allowed himself one glance back just to confirm that yes, Samus had put on the Power Suit and now he was screwed.

Pushing himself into a sprint, he called back to her. "THAT'S CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING!" What if someone saw him being chased by a giant orange robot?

Though she certainly couldn't outrun him in the Power Suit, there were ways for her to get around that, mostly the glowy blue rope that lashed out and snagged him at the ankle. He fell to the cold, wet ground with an "Oof!" and immediately stretched out his arms and dug his hands into the dirt. He squirmed and struggled and did everything in his power to prevent the inevitable dragging backwards towards Samus and certain doom. "YOU'RE A CHEATER."

"I am NOT, you are a cheater!" YOUR FATE WAS INEVITABLE FALCON. She dragged him across the ground with no mercy and proceeded to plant the heel of her metal boot on his back. Not hard, but enough to keep him right where she wanted him.

"..." This was the part of her not-cheating plan she didn't think through very well and bent down to scoop together fresh snowballs to bombard him with.

...it did not take Samus long to realize she could not do this, despite great efforts. She had only one hand. The other was occupied by a cannon. This was not very conductive for making snowballs with and kind of saddening. Eventually she gave up and settled for 'just throw snow and yell at him'. "You brought this on yourself!"

You could practically see ten neat lines where he'd dug his nails into the dirt and she'd dragged him back. He kicked and struggled and pushed and shoved but it was all for naught, as Samus' steel boot pinned him into place and snowy doom was rained upon him.

"NO." He shouted, still trying to squirm out from under her foot. "You started it! You cheater!"

"Cheating would be shoving my ice missiles up your ass." She continued to pelt the back of his head with whatever snow she could get her cold, metal hand around. "Which I can certainly do!"

"No. No. No. No. No." He repeated, as if the mantra was going to save him. If he was going to die, he was at least going to die knowing he was right. "No. I was just minding my own business in the snow when you showed up and starting chucking stuff and me and now you've got the Power Suit on which is insta-cheating. So you started it and now you are also a cheater."

Falcon tried his best to bring himself up on all fours, but to no avail. "Get off!"

HIS MANTRA WOULD NOT, and perhaps, only encouraged Samus to be rougher. Even if her and the Captain shared a... unique relationship when it came to struggles of dominance, there were few instances where Samus truly relished displaying power over the man. Perhaps, at a time long ago, perhaps a snowball fight long ago when she had less respect for the other bounty hunter would that have been different. But with time came that respect and...

For as childish as this was, and perhaps because this was quite childish, this was one of those few instances that she truly enjoyed seeing the Captain squirm. The snow in her face and down her shirt was probably not helping. The arm cannon was none-too-gently positioned at his rear. "I'm going to do it. I'll do it."

"Don't do it." He hissed. Falcon was relatively sure she wasn't actually going to ice-missile his ass, but that didn't mean she couldn't, and he was unable to stop the hints of desperation creeping into his voice. So it was time for stage 2: bargaining.

"I'm going to leave the seat up for a week. I'm going do the laundry wrong so all your clothes are pink. You'll be finding my socks in the couch until the end of time."

If he'd thought it would cause harm through her Powersuit, he would have most certainly been on fire. But alas.

The woman in the suit gave a deep, chuckle that bordered on wicked. If those were threats coming out of Falcon's mouth, they were miserable. So she quickly concluded he was trying to bargain with her. And that it wasn't working very well. "Those aren't very convincing reasons Douglas." Samus heard, 'these are the really annoying things that I do time from time anyway that are only going to further encourage you to ice-missile my ass', even if Falcon was quite correct in his assumption that she wasn't actually going to do so.

But she could. "If you're going to bargain, you should be offering me something I want." She did not want any of those things he just listed off, and she put a little more of her weight on him to ensure he'd stay put.

Uh. Best parents, Jeff.

"I'm not bargaining, I'm threatening." Though there really wasn't much of a difference in this case. The snow was starting to seep into his jacket and get cold and Samus' boot pressing into the small of his back and rendering him immobile really wasn't helping. "You are a cheater and a horrible person and I'm going to put your hand in warm water the next time I catch you asleep."

Edited 2010-12-11 21:22 (UTC)

"I sleep next to you, that's not going to do you any good." She laughed and finally released him, as if him making her laugh was the magical bargaining chip to his freedom.

He was just so adorable when he was flustered. "And that's disgusting."

Edited 2010-12-12 03:32 (UTC)

"You deserve it, you're disgusting. A disgusting cheater."

But success! He felt the weight on his back vanish and he took it to mean that Samus had finally given up stomping him into the dirt. Which meant it was time to extract some revenge. He sprang to his feet and whirled around, delivering a blazing kick to the Powersuit. Which really hurt his foot an awful lot but he tried not to let it show.

So there.

Edited 2011-01-02 18:42 (UTC)

Falcon's flaming extremities were not something to be underestimated but his foot was met with a loud CLANG... and not much else. The force of the impact had perhaps shuffled Samus an inch or two in snow but there was no other notable reaction. Or rather, she wasn't going to let him have the pleasure of seeing one hidden behind that green visor.

She might of tried to dust off whatever invisible dust was on her suit from where he hit her [in actually, a rather noticeable scorch mark stopping just short of that 'suit-off' button] just to aggravate him further.

He did not expect the kick to do much, and just as he predicted, Samus brushed it off (rather literally). But at least he was freed from her boot, and was going to use this newfound freedom to boot her in the metal-clad shins with his other foot. The one that wasn't screaming in pain.

"You're a cheater."

CLANG. Again, no visible reaction.

"Douglas, you're acting very childish." She further goaded, as if she were in fact, talking to a child. His feet must of hurt.

Okay, yeah, that really hurt his foot so he relinquished for a moment and folded his arms. "You're acting like a cheater."

"You're acting like a child." She countered and TOOK A STEP FORWARD. "I can treat you like one." It was uncertain if she was still smug-facing under the visor but the step was rather heavy.

Edited 2011-01-04 15:51 (UTC)

Falcon would not be intimidated by the giant orange robot suit.

"I'll punch you in the face." He warned. "I'll do it."

She was testing him.

Another small step forward for Arankind.

HIs fist was on fire, a clear warning that he was going to punch her in the face.

"I'm serious. You think I'm not serious, but I am."

She was silent and utterly still, for a few very tense moments. She didn't doubt he wasn't messing around and the fire crackling around his fist was a very clear confirmation of that. That was not something to ever underestimate, suit of armor or not.

...But, Samus wouldn't deny that she frequently craved a good spar, and The Captain was one of the very few people who could actually give her a challenge. Even if she was still believed this entire snowball fight escalation was rather childish and she was probably not taking this as seriously as he was.

An orange, metal-clad hand reached out and pushed him in the chest, inviting a punch.

Falcon was totally serious about punching her in the face. He totally was, and it was nice to see that Samus seemed to be heeding his warning and getting ready for a snowy spar. In the snow.

Though Samus' Powersuit could easily overwhelm him, the Captain also knew he didn't have to hold back or worry about hurting her while she was in it. She was also slower and infinitely less flexible. He could work with that.

First, however, he would make do with his promise. She was inviting a punch, now she was going to get one. A flaming one. RIGHT TO THE FACE.

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HRGH I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS I SUCK

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