WEEK 3 DAY 1: MISSION

[wonderful_mods]

Mission: "Rest under the tannenbaum!"
Time Limit: Short
Noise Plane: Solo
Wall Instructions: Key wall in front of the main gate. Condition is a pact.
Wall Rewards: Long Live The Ice
Reaped Rewards: Cold Stare
Mission Rewards: 10,000 zeny



[After a long trek through the snowy field, a row of fancy heat lamps and a stone gate finally come into view. Through it, the town of Lutie is visible, and looking quite welcoming with its Christmas greetings everywhere. Compared to the frozen tundra, you'll want to hurry inside - just try not to let the wall hit you on the way in! And once the gate is passed, the first thing you'll see is a massive Christmas Tree.... ]

Comments

[tamedhollow]

[Ichigo isn't as bundled up as he was in Romania. This cold is less biting. But still... cold.] I guess. Better than doing nothing.

[leggierissimo]

True. Idle hands and all that. [... and speaking of idle hands, there's a snowball forming itself, lifting in midair and flying right at the back of Ichigo's head!]

[tamedhollow]

Well, it's not like they're giving us much to do, and we're not exactly rewarded for being crea-- WAGH!! [WHAP! The snowball hits him square on the back of the head. He hisses and turns around, tail lashing behind him] WHAT THE HELL, YOSHIYA?!

[leggierissimo]

[It's really, really difficult not to laugh right now, because that was just perfect. But look, Ichigo, his hands are still in his pockets! He's even feigning surprise.] It wasn't me.

[tamedhollow]

[Ichigo bares his fangs and looks around. No one else is paying a lick of attention to them... they're in the UG, after all] Like hell, Josh! No one else can see us!

[leggierissimo]

[Joshua just lifts his hands from his pockets, wiggling his fingers innocently.] My hands aren't even cold~

[tamedhollow]

[Ichigo huffs out a little puff of steam. He doesn't believe you, Josh. Not one bit! But he doesn't have any evidence, either...] Hrrrf.

[leggierissimo]

[Well, another one is hitting the back of Ichigo's head. Again. And look, Josh is still standing there, perfectly innocent~]

[tamedhollow]

[OK snowballs aren't just coming out of NOWHERE. He spins on Josh again]

I KNOW IT'S YOU.

[leggierissimo]

[Alright, alright, he's laughing. You caught him, Ichigo, good job.]

Something wrong with a little snow?

[tamedhollow]

Yes!! COLD BLOODED!

[leggierissimo]

Getting hit with a snowball isn't going to hurt. It's only brief contact.

[tamedhollow]

[grumble grumble grumble. Ichigo gets a little closer to Josh, then flares his reiatsu, kicking up a nice little storm of snow in the process. Like a stiff breeze through loose snow.

All over Josh.]

Now we're even!

[leggierissimo]

[... oh. Well then. That was rather mean.]

A snowball and a miniature snow storm are two completely different things.

[tamedhollow]

Nah. I think the volume of snow was about equal. [he chuckles and rubs his nose]

[leggierissimo]

[Hmph. Dusting that snow off of his shoulders, now.] Rude.

[tamedhollow]

So is throwing snowballs at reptiles. [he grins a little, though. Don't dish it out if you can't take it, Josh]

[leggierissimo]

Please. It isn't like you're going to freeze to death. You're already dead. [No, no, he's not getting his way. He's not happy.]

[tamedhollow]

What if I freeze to Erasure, though? What then? And I'm not technically dead. [semantics, Ichigo. And wah wah Josh >:V]

[leggierissimo]

I doubt you'll let that happen to yourself. And you're dead enough. [He was just having fun. B|]

[tamedhollow]

I've got a living body in stasis a world away. [a pause] ... So yeah, dead enough.

[leggierissimo]

[Point proven. Insert appropriate slightly-irritated hand motion.] So there's nothing wrong with a little harmless fun.

[tamedhollow]

I guess... But hey, don't dish it out if you can't take it.

[leggierissimo]

[This is another snowball hitting you in the back, Ichigo.]

[tamedhollow]

[Oh well NOW It's on!

Ichigo scoops up some snow using his tail and forms it into a ball in his hands. He may not have fancy psychic tricks, but there's nothing like a well-made, hand-packed snowball.

That he's throwing like a pitcher right at Josh's chest]

You don't wanna play this game with ME! Ha! I played baseball!