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[ezra hart]

a s n o w b a l l fight!
the teams are such:
d e m o n s and v a m p i r e s
versus everyone else!

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride freezing, destructive battle with you!

After fifteen minutes of bickering on who would get to be on which team, they'd chosen the captains and divided the school (or, anyone who was there, rather). Demons and vampires on one side, everyone else on the other. Sure, it was a little cocky to assume that the demons and vampires could take everyone else in the school, but you had to look at the statistics for this one—vampires had all that crazy super-human shit, and demons didn't give a fuck what happened to people. Ruthless match, right? There seemed to be no stopping the smirks and grins, thoughts lingering on what they knew they would soon call victory. Team Alpha (as they'd called themselves) was ready to play dirty and, of course, win at all costs.

The sky was an ominous, pale grey. His eyes lingered on the clouds that loomed overhead before a passing teammate called to him. His attention snapped back to the game, and he tugged his jacket tighter, grimacing a little. It was fucking cold. Obviously, it wasn't as bad as Winterthorne had been, but he'd gotten used to the idea of spending his time by the roaring fireplace they had in this new castle. The bad thing about getting used to warmth was that, once you got outside, it was impossible to forget about the cold. It rested against your face like needles pricking each area of your face. It curled and unfurled in wispy streams of hot breath that escaped from your lips. It landed, like dust, lightly on your eyelashes so that, wherever you looked, you were reminded of your fate. He thought it added very much to the mood.

When he wasn’t having orders barked at him, Ezra was watching the other side of the field: Team Omega (which made him wonder who the hell had come up with those names). They too were preparing a fortress worthy of admiration; while his team’s strength was mainly stamina, the Omega team had strength in numbers. They worked faster because of this—not to mention that a good deal of them were snow or ice wielders, and the demons and vampires seemingly worked most with fire, metal, and shadow bending. Not to worry, though. If worst came to worst, the Alphas could just burn the Omega defenses down.

Ezra yawned, leaning against a section of the wall of hard-packed snow they’d created and molding a snowball in his hands. His instruction was to make a “perfect snowball”. How the hell were you supposed to make a snowball that wasn’t lopsided? He glanced over at his captain, Daileh, and grinned a little. “Power gettin’ to ya yet?” he mused, nodding his head to the construction lines of students. It’d only taken about two seconds for Daileh to take control and start “kicking Omega ass” (as Jackson put it). He wondered how long it would take before she started chaining them all up. He wondered if the Omega captain, Izzy, faired half as well…

[Daileh Few]

This war would be one to remember, that was almost certain. Demons (and vampires, sure) against everyone else? Gee, wonder who's gonna win this one. Obviously they had the upper edge. They ruled, the others sucked, end of story. Sure, they had those stupid snow wielders and water wielders, but that really didn't matter. Hello, they had acid and shadows and shifters to sacrifice put to good use.
But here's what I wanna know:
What idiot in their right mind would pick Daileh to be team captain?
Oh. Right. Those idiots. You know, those idiot brats that she was forced to get along with (only not really) and live with.
But hey, at least for now the power was all hers.

"Power gettin' to ya yet?"
To this she smirked, pulling the over-sized white sweater tighter around herself, tugging the hood up. "It got to me ten minutes ago, Ez." Okay, twenty, but who's counting? "Wanna put your powers to good use and go sabotage them?" She nodded in the direction of the other teams headquarters before heading off to throw her ego around and make the lives of a few very special people miserable.

Charlotte shouldn't have even been allowed to play. She was only half vampire, after all, and a serious pain in Dai's ass. (Though by that logic, she and Jackson wouldn't be allowed either, so fuck that.) But that's what being a tyrannical little girl was for. She'd sent Char to the other side to hopefully ruin their little snow fort. When she got back, she could sit and make snowballs until her hands fell off.
What?
You're acting as if this is new for her.

Taking a seat somewhere where the snow wasn't nearly up to her knees, Daileh sat surrounded by her personal entourage--The Mimes. If they weren't so damn homicidal she'd have sent them out by now. But it would escalate to that eventually, right?

"This better not be a total waste of time."

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[Mortimer Edison]

Mort loved snowball fights. They gave him an opportunity to take all his frustration and aggression out on everybody else in public without being wanted by the police. Plus he liked to make yellow snowballs and stick rocks in them. This particular game, however, was going to be very little fun. I mean, seriously, the teams were demons (an vampires too I guess) versus everyone else. If you were to count each team, you'd probably find that it came up to about one million versus ten. There were a fuck lot of demons by themselves, and with vampires on their side things were just ridiculous. Numbers aside, the demons' powers alone could easily decimate the opposing team. Sure, some of their opponents could manipulate ice and water, but his team killed things. Plus, having half a dozen shadow pawns to do his bidding was always nice. But anyway, back to the point. This match, in Mort's humble opinion, was completely one-sided, so he decided to take it upon himself to change the odds.

"So, as vice-captain of team Alpha -- yes, I realize how shit the name is -- I'm ordering you... fine... young gentlemen into the front lines," said Mort, issuing commands to a small group of fat, ugly freshmen as he paced back and forth in front of them. Standing behind him was an intimidating looking shadow holding a large pile of suspicious-looking, rock-filled 'lemon' snowballs. "Run, fly, teleport, whatever - just get your asses all around those pussies, then distract them. Sing, dance, get naked, or all of the above. Just make sure they're focusing all of their attention on you. And no matter what you do, do not throw any snowballs at them." "Uh... Mort..." "That's Sir to you." "Er... Sir... sorry, but... why are you vice-captain again?" asked a tall, lanky vampire boy with a face like a horse and teeth like a beaver on steroids. "Because I'm fucking the captain, that's why," the senior replied simply. "But wouldn't that be half the school?" muttered another boy with a smirk, sharing a joke with his friend. Almost immediately the boy found himself as an airborne projectile, headed straight for team Omega's fortress. None of the freshmen made a sound after that.

Having sent the younger teammates on their suicidal noble mission, Mort approached Dai and rested his black-gloved hands on her shoulders, carefully navigating his way past the mimes. As much as he had in common with them, they still creeped him the hell out. That having been said, they were still a hoot to play 'Pin the Dagger on the Bloody Carcass' with. "So," he started, kneeling down and resting his chin on the girl's shoulder. "I've sent out some Freshies to keep those morons busy for a while. Whaddya say we build ourselves an igloo and fuck like snow bunnies? By the time we're done this game should be almost even." Sure, he got his innuendos and metaphors mixed up, but his point still got across: it was sex time.

[Isolde Farraday]

"Why the hell did I agree to this?"

Izzy stuffed her hands in her pockets, searching for her gloves. She really hoped that her comrades had remembered to bring some handwear. They wouldn't last long if they didn't.

...And why the fuck was she captain? Had she ever shown any stellar leadership skills?

No. Truth be told, she'd probably feel bad for whoever she was throwing snow at.

She addressed the ranks. Oh, god, public speaking. "'Kay. I know a lot of you are on some sort of death list..." She glanced at Asher. "And I know that you might be secretly fearing for your lives. But... let's head out there with our heads held high, right? It's all about confidence and... packing. Pack the snowballs tight. You don't want them to be fluffy. Solid's the key." She directed her attention to Asher again. "I'm putting you on front lines, because you're a phaser and can... phase through shit. Just remember to actually use your powers. Because you're going to be a target." She tried her best to smile, but it was sort of a grimace.

He probably deserved it. He'd certainly pissed off enough people. But he was her best friend. She did not want to see his cute little boyish face ruined by an icy yellow snowball filled with acid.

This made her frown. That wasn't even possible, the acid would-

Right. Back to being the captain.

"Sammii. You're on front lines too. Mostly because I know Ezra won't try to hurt you, and if anyone else does, they all might turn against each other. That would be pretty beneficial."

Now for the tough part. Elliot. She would be good on the front line, because she could just go invisible and chuck shit. But she was so small and cute and...

Perhaps it was best to consult her. "Elliot. C'mere. The rest of you: Build a fort, dammit. Pour water over it. Make it nice and icy."

[Asher Harris]

Why was he always so nice to everyone? Like, seriously! He was way too kind and generous for his own good. If he was a little more self centered, then he wouldn't be here. He would be up in his bed, all warm and stuff. Stupid Izzy and her stupid snowball fight thing. Grr...

Pouting slightly, Asher kicked at the snow that covered the ground in a thick layer. He hated snow. Well, not really. Snow was pretty, and he liked pretty things. He just hated being cold. And the cold came with the snow. Things shouldn't be pretty and cold. It just wasn't right.

At this point, Izzy started speaking making pointed remarks about him. Rude. He met her glance with a glare, but there was no real venom behind it. He knew that she was right. Ezra was on the other team. That wasn't a good thing for him. Or maybe it wasn't a good thing for Ez-- no no, it definitely wasn't a good thing for him. Damnit.

Biting his lower lip, he listened as Izzy continued to talk. Be confident. Got it. Pack the snowballs tight. Yeah, yeah. That made sense. Go in the front lines. Sounded good. Wait. No it didn't. That sounded terrible! Who cared if he was a phaser?! He should clearly be in the back somewhere that it would be safe!

He opened his mouth to object, but before the words had formed Izzy had already turned away from him and was talking to Sammii instead.

Anxiously, he peered across the field to where the other side (Team Alpha? What a gay name.) was getting ready. Even from this distance he could clearly make out Ezra and all those loser friends of his. He gulped audibly as he pictured himself being pelted by snowballs. This really wasn't going to be a fun day.

Letting Izzy's voice wash over him again, Asher froze. She wanted everyone to make the fort while she and her little girlfriend got to make out and do whatever else it was that lesbians did? He didn't think so! Well, not unless she changed her mind about putting him out front in the line of death.

Rounding on his best friend he pouted his biggest pout. "Izzyyyy!"

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[jordan bailey]

Snow. It was something that she was starting to get tired of, really. I mean, they had it back in Germany. Now they had to have it here in Wales, too? It sucked. Oh, sure, it was pretty. She totally agreed with that. But she wasn't a big fan of the cold at all, and wasn't exactly thrilled that the white-washed world she had gotten used to in Germany hadn't changed drastically. Except the part where they weren't on this secluded mountain anymore, surrounded by a whole bunch of giggling girls, and now forced to wear uniforms. Oh, and the part that it wasn't as cold here as it was in Germany? And the snow a lot less...well, white, really.

And of course, they were going to have a snowball fight. It only made sense, right? That they have a school-wide snowball fight? Fucking annoying if you asked her, but Ez dragged Sam, pretty much, and then Sam dragged her, of course. The teams were stupid too. Vampires and Demons versus everyone else. While the Everyone Else team, called the Omega teams, held those in control of snow and stuff, the Vampire and Demon team, the Alpha Team, had those that controlled stuff like acid and fire. Lovely. But Omega team also had most of the healers, who could heal any injury caused by the opposing side...or the same side, as the case may be.

Jay looked at Izzy as the girl spoke. She didn't seem much like a captaining type, but that was okay. She had no real problems with that, actually. She didn't know anybody that was a real good candidate for captain on this team.

Jordan snorted as Izzy directed Asher to the front lines. It was true that he would be a big target for the opposing side. It wasn't a surprise. Sad thing? He could phase through things. Jay had no real reason to hate the boy. She didn't hate him even though he was somewhat cruel to Sammii. Sure, she somewhat disliked him for that, but she didn't hate him for it. But he hated her, for no really good reason, at that, and caused her to greatly dislike him. She didn't use the word hate often, and there weren't many she really did hate. But, at a stretch, you could say she hated him. But whatever.

As Izzy addressed Sammii, Jay nodded. It made sense to put him in the front lines. If he was hit, Ezra would get pissed at them, and probably acid them. Which would, obviously, decrease the opposing numbers. And while there were only a few of them compared to the Omega's numbers, the less of them the better. As Izzy addressed the rest of them to build a fort, Jay grinned. That part would be easy. Her wings flapped as she seemed to sit on air, flying only a few feet of the ground. She wanted to sit, and sitting in the snow would not do. Especially in her outfit, which was a good one she liked. So, it wasn't the warmest thing, but it was comfortable and looked awesome.

Looking about her at the people rushing to make the fort, she laughed. With her snow-wielding powers, she easily picked up a lot of snow, packed it tight, and molded it into the same shape as the current part of the fort was at the moment. She quickly molded it into the existing bit of fort, and adjusted the pre-existing fort to make sure it was packed tight, too. Jay repeated the process. Goddamn, it was boring. Not to mention it made her pissed when one of the snow-wielders lost control of their power and messed up the fort. Thank fucking goodness that she had pretty good control of her powers. Sure, she usually had her mess-ups, but she hadn't so far. She had become pretty good with controlling water and snow.

Sighing, she glanced at Izzy and creeped over to Sammii. Jay was bored of making forts and not really talking to anyone. Besides, she could sit next to Sammii and continue to make the fort. She just wanted to talk to someone. So she could be unbored. "Hay Smammiiii~," Jay said in a sing-song voice, grinning widely. "Having fun up here?" Looking back towards the fort, she glared at some freshman who had just messed up the fort for like...the fourth time already. Damn, he definitely needed to stop messing with the fort, and do something with snowballs....like...make them. And not mess with any other ones that were made. Because he would mess up those in a heartbeat.

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