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Smash Rising Mods ([personal profile] mansionstaff) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2013-12-06 09:09 pm

jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell

Who: YOU
What: SNOW
When: DECEMBER 6th
Where: EVERYWHERE
WHAT: SNOW (BONUS TREE DECORATING)

As a quiet Friday dawned on the school's campus, one could perhaps...feel it in the air. A creeping chill, a silent, barely-detectable indication that yes. Tonight would be the night.

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By Saturday morning, the entire academy would be covered in snow.

BUT WAIT

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That wasn't all--a large pine tree had made an appearance on the main quad, in desperate need of decoration.
trickroom: ([ポケモン] dark grin)

incredible

[personal profile] trickroom 2013-12-17 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
...Predictably, it goes right through her again. Milimili kept staring up at him. She couldn't believe that he'd try the same tactic again!

With one hand, she scooped up a crude snowball and tossed it at Desmond's face in one motion. She didn't care if this wasn't fair because she didn't play fair. She was a terrible cheater, yes.
wassa_matta_you: (generic desmond rper icon)

[personal profile] wassa_matta_you 2013-12-18 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He flinched and threw his arm up to keep it out of his face, though bits had scattered and still latched into the small curls on his head.

"You got a good throw for a kid!" Or a ghost, whatever. He knew the same ol' moves weren't going to let him get one over on her, so he looked around for a tree, which, once he found one, he began to run over to it. He needed some kind of cover. She was going to kick his ass at this rate.

Well, even if he had business to attend to, he could throw a few snowballs around, right? And by a few, I mean he was preparing his arsenal behind the tree, you little shit.
trickroom: ([ポケモン] plotting)

[personal profile] trickroom 2013-12-21 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh boy. At this rate, it was likely he'd find out the secret to hitting a ghost if he was going to play along. Milimili threw that care away in her head: she didn't want to worry about people learning something about her right now.

While Desmond hid behind the tree, Milimili disappeared and reappeared up high within the branches. When Desmond was safely under it (or so he thought), Milimili jumped on the branch and shook the snow off onto whatever was below.
wassa_matta_you: art by doubleleaf @ da (I SEE THE FUTURE)

THERE'S A SECRET??

[personal profile] wassa_matta_you 2013-12-22 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Desmond looked in all directions before going up to find snow plowing down into his skull as if the winter weather decided to all fall at once right on his face. The reunion between skin and snow was always a bitter moment, one Desmond couldn't help but yelp at.

She had effectively ruined some of his arsenal's structure, but snow on top of snow only meant more ammo. He wasn't entirely expecting to win at this point, but he was determined to get at least a single hit in, so he made one of the snowballs larger and began to climb the tree, keeping in mind she was likely just going to fade out when he got close enough. Desmond climbed purposely slow.

In the back of his mind, he couldn't believe he was having a snowball fight with a fucking ghost.
trickroom: ([ポケモン] will-o-wisp)

OH YEA

[personal profile] trickroom 2013-12-29 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond didn't need to climb far until the playful ghost reappeared on the other side of the tree where she thought he couldn't see her. There, the snow hadn't been subject to her jumping, so she could still grab it.

She packed together another snowball and went toward the tree, but still tried to stay out of his sight. Then, she reached around and made to slam the snowball into his face - that is, if he hadn't caught wind of her plan already and avoided her. Milimili couldn't tell if he was there or not, anyway.
wassa_matta_you: (too early for this shaun)

WOW somehow this got deleted??? I'm sorry.

[personal profile] wassa_matta_you 2014-01-21 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
And since her target was suddenly absent, she might have to be concerned. Desmond had picked up on how to be patient when going for a target, one of substance or otherwise. He was coming in carefully behind her now, not wanting to push his luck with any chance of a branch crackle giving him away. He quickly flung his only bullet right for her head, crossing fingers that it would hit. COME ON!!