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[December Catch-All] In the lane, snow is glistening...
Who: Azula and maybe you?
Which: Open log plus closed prompts
Where: Around Songerein
What: An open log for December!
Warnings: None in the toplevels, will warn for anything in threads or if I add a warnable toplevel.
(OOC Note: If you have something else in mind or want to discuss a closed prompt, feel free to hit me up on my plotting post, on the game discord, or on plurk at
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Which: Open log plus closed prompts
Where: Around Songerein
What: An open log for December!
Warnings: None in the toplevels, will warn for anything in threads or if I add a warnable toplevel.
(OOC Note: If you have something else in mind or want to discuss a closed prompt, feel free to hit me up on my plotting post, on the game discord, or on plurk at
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Azula stares at this for a few moments, apparently uncertain how to react. And then, drily:
"... That didn't really clear anything up, you realize."
Whereupon she erupts into harsh, cackling laughter. Even when the snowballs are turned on her, she only pauses in her hysterics long enough to duck the attack and keep laughing.
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Najaran pushed herself up to her knees and made a snowball of her own. She timed it to when Azula was dodging another one and threw it, trying to hit her friend in the high back.
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As such, she's completely caught off guard by the sudden splatter of cold wet slush that smacks her squarely between the shoulderblades. And splatters along her back. And her shoulders. And her neck. In her neck. Down the back of her coat.
To say that she is surprised would be an understatement, as she lets out an ungainly yelp and doubles over, brushing the snow and ice from her back. And for a moment, there's a flush of rage, instinctively preparing to turn on Najaran and exact painful vengeance for the indignity.
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And she opts, instead, for a more pragmatic- and perhaps less hostile- form of retribution.
And so, while she's still doubled over, she suddenly ducks into a roll, shifting her momentum into her arm as she rolls so that she swipes a wave of loose snow and slush at Najaran, following it up with a swiftly scooped clump with her other hand aimed at Najaran's face as she comes back to her feet.
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And, to a lesser degree, the snowman, who seems to be stunned and weakened by the onslaught of snow from above.
...okay, she'll admit, this is kind of fun.
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So Najaram started eating her way out.
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The little exultant shout is all the celebration she allows herself- she hears that munching noise.
She actually smirks a little, despite herself. Typical Najaran. Still, this does present a unique opportunity. And as Najaran is busily eating her way out of the snow, Azula sets to work on her plan.
The monent Najaran finally gets her face free of the pile of snow, a single, perfectly sculpted, perfectly packed fist-sized snowball smacks directly into her now-exposed face.
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She idly considers whether to press the assault with another barrage of snow, but after a moment, she simply fishes in the snow for Najaran's arm so she can haul her back to her feet, still clearly smirking in smug satisfaction at her victory.
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