Snow lay thick on the ground, making it a bit of a chore to walk around outside. Even so, most everyone was out and about, laughing, talking, or engaging themselves in some sort of snow related activity. Convieniently, the location of all this merriment was in a large clearing in the middle of a thick forest, with a well frozen over pond nearby.

Petru the gargoyle was looking to cause some mischeif. He perched in a pine tree, hidden in the thick, snow laden branches as he surveyed the snow covered ground beneath him. Hm... Standing not too far off was the scary man, Doriki, with his back tot he tree... and ooo, right beneath Petru himself was that jittery half-incubus boy, Trovet, who was looking around and shivering.

Hm. No one seemed to like Doriki too much, and everyone seemed at least marginally fond of Trovet... This... this could go very well. Theough he was small, Petru gathered enough snow to clump into a snowball the size a human would make, and with that, he reared back on his hind legs and flung it at Doriki. Bullseye! Right in the back of the head!

Surpressing a squeal of delight, Petru settled into the banches to watch as the sound of the impact caused Trovet to turn. He blinked in suprise as he saw the snow falling onto Doriki's shoulders, and looked around to see who'd thrown it... When he realized with a shudder that he was the only one who was close enough and in the correct position to hit Doriki in the back of the head. He froze, wide-eyed. How had that happened?

((Catchiest. Roleplay. Title. Ever. :D))

Slowly, ever so slowly, Doriki turned around, his black and red cloak swirling around his booted feet slightly at the movement. He looked at Trovet with that icy, indifferent stare of his. Casually, he reached down and scooped up a handful of snow, molding it into a sphere which he then lobbed towards Trovet. The snowball struck the tree trunk inches to Trovet's left.

((Why nanks. XD))

Trovet let out a terrified squeak and leapt away from where the snowball had it. He'd recovered well enough from recent events, but they'd left him jumpy and easily shaken. Doriki's stare was enough to frighten a person in perfect balance, it horrified Trovet. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, stumbling back a step and looking around for a means to escape, "I didn't... Th-that wasn't... I-I w-wouldn't..."

Seriously. How the heck had this happened!? To him, of all people?

Just as calmly as he had turned to face Trovet, Doriki turned back and stalked across the clear, loitering around one of the far trees. Normally, he would have loved the opportunity to torment the half-incubus, but he didn't feel like tormenting someone as jittery as him today. He'd let him off with just the scare.

This time.

Trovet's legs gave out, and he sat in the snow, staring after Doriki and breathing rapidly. That had been way... way too close.
"Trovet," Viv approached the boy curiously, assessing his condition with brown eyes, flecked with gold, "Everything okay, baby?"

Petru snapped at the air in rage- dang it! This hadn't resulted in anything good at all! The least someone could have done was peed their pants, but no, even that was denied to him. Hmph. Stupid bipeds.

Kirechk watched Doriki stalk off, then slipped over to Trovet, glaring at the death god's retreating figure, "He's a jerk," Kirechk sniffed.

"I didn't do anything," Trovet blurted, looking from Kirechk to Viv, who wore a startled expression at his outburst. "....I didn't."
"Of course you didn't, baby," Viv said quickly, patting his head.

"We believe you," Kirechk said kindly, sitting in the snow next to Trovet, "It is Doriki after all. He'd scare the fur of a rabbit, even if it didn't do anything,"

"But he got hit in the back of the head with a snowball," Trovet said, bewlildered. "How did that...?"

Petru scrambled off, leaping from branch to branch. Hmph. Best find something new to screw with.

"Could've easily been Laos trying to prank Doriki, and he just didn't see you," Kirechk said, "He's young for a lesser Dragon, and doesn't always pay attention to his surroundings,"

Unfortunately, said dragon was on the other, hard at work with a snow sculpture.

"I guess," Trovet replied, looking around again. Viv held out a hand to him, and when he took it, she pulled him to his feet.
"I'm sure it's nothing, baby. Just let it go."

Petru stopped and looked Laos up and down, then dodged around him, hurrying on his way. he had no time for the dragon... What to do, what to do... Ooo. Ooo, ooo, ooo, couples! There were couples to mess with! But... which one should he target?

The only couples - or, 'couple esque' people - in the clearing were Nami and D'iala, who were sitting on one of three - mercifully dry - logs arranged in a semi-circle around a blazing camp fire, talking happily with each other, as well as Viv and Mehen, though they were on different edges of the clearing. There was also Kairune, Varkal, Rolian and Faeran, though Rolian and Raie were talking - Rolian toying with a snowball in one hand behind his back - and Faeran and Varkal were doing their own things.

((Feel free to have Varkal and Faeran be talking or something if you want... I couldn't think of anything. XP; ))

Lucky Rolian. Raie was so, so unsuspecting.

Petru settled down to watch this unfold- then leapt back up and started to mold snowballs. A few... wayward snowballs once Raie and Rolian got their little war started would bring some wonderful chaos. He figured out his most important targets. Doriki, for sure, he would not stand for such a thing... And who knew what he would do? Nami would be very vocal about it, at least, and would likely join the frey... Varkal would be pissed... And Faeran as well, she looked like she might be upset or angry at such a thing...

Viv, Slaine, D'iala, Trovet, Mehen, Kirechk, and Hiroshi, that brother of Nami's who hasn't been introduced in the actual RP yet but is here anyway would be his next targets, if he had time after the inital four... And whoever else would come last.

Rolian jumped back, throwing his snowball towards Raie at the same time. The snowball hit Raie in the shoulder, sending a small shower of snow cascading down the half demon's shirt and onto the ground. "Snowball war!" Rolian proclaimed, a wide grin on his face and he quick stooped down and forged another snowball.

Shock was evident on Raie's face for a breif second, but it quickly morphed into a grin as he batted at the snow that had fallen down his shirt and jacket- that was cold! "You're on!" he declared with a booming laugh, swiping up some snow and procedeing to shape it into a snowball. He threw it, and it missed Rolian's shoulder by a few inches, landing behind him, but Raie didn't notice, as he was already making another snowball.

Petru took this moment to hurl a snowball at Nami, and make it look like Raie's doing. It hit her in the side of the face, causing her to fall against D'iala in shock. "Holy-" she touched the freezing crystals with a gloved hand, and then tried to dust them off, but some still clung stubbornly to her hair, eyelashes, and cheek. "Raie!" she howled, whipping her head around in his direction as she pulled away from D'iala and leapt to her feet, grabbing some snow as she did, "I'm going to kill you!"

Raie blinked at her, momentarily distracted. Oh shi- had he hit Nami? He didn't know he'd thrown that hard...

Petru, meanwhile, was readying himself to make it look like Rolian's next snowball hit Doriki.

While D'iala was attempting to placate Nami - "I'm sure Raie didn't mean to hit you with the snowball!" - Rolian's next snowball flew straight and true.... until it missed Raie's arm by several inches thanks to a gust of wind.

"I'm going to get him," Nami insisted, her hands molding a snowball even as she stormed towards the battle.

Petru took this opportunity to chuck another one at Doriki- ooo, back of the head again. Oh, it was fun hitting him in the back of the head! He'd have to do it more often.

"At least let me get the snow off your face," D'iala insisted, reaching over and brushing the snow off with one hand. Because the crystals stuck to mittens, he had asked one of the demons in Rolian's village to make him some soft leather gloves. Turns out it was a good idea, too.

Rolian froze, which let Raie nail him with a snowball. After a moment, Doriki turned around, searching for the poor sap who had thrown the projectile- damn that snow was cold! He caught Petru's eye, and it registered that it was the gargoyle throwing the snowballs. Then he realized that he could feign ignorance to that fact and have some fun.

He chose the last option, gathering up another snowball and partially freezing it so it was a mix of ice and snow. Doriki tossed it into the air, caught it, then threw it at Rolian, who just barely dodged it.

"Thanks," Nami said, intent on making sure her aim was right to hit Raie. At any other moment, she'd have blushed bright red at D'iala's touch, but right now she was slightly preoccupied.

With matters of REVENGE.

Petru shrank into the trees- crap. Doriki had seen him... Well. He'd just have to cut out before Doriki turned on him... Right now it looked like they were on the same team. He redied it to look like Raie's next stray snowball would hit Varkal.

D'iala laughed softly. There was no way that Nami would be unpersuaded now.

Rolian ducked another one of Doriki's icnowballs, tossing a snowball at Raie. How he had managed to hit Doriki, he didn't know. But... he was going to studiously avoid throwing anymore snowballs at him, and try not to tick him off anymore.

He hit his leg, and the half leppta threw one back at the demon, only to miss again when Nami attacked with her own snowball, choosing that moment to charge up and chuck it at the side of his head. Petru's snowball then hit Varkal in the back of the neck.

She abrupty stopped her conversation with Faeran, turnwed around, and shrieked, "GODS DAMN IT RAIE!"

Okay. Something was up. He knew he hadn't thrown hard enough to hit Kallie... "It wasn't me!"

Pffffffft, his mind replied, Awesome excuse, dim-wit.

Rolian raised an eyebrow, apparently just as confused with events as Raie was, "Now how did you manage that?"

"I have no idea..."

By this point, Varkal was coming after him, so Raie turned and ran. Unfortunately for him, while his legs were much longer than Varkal's, she was quicker. And his wife seemed to think that smashing a snowball on his ear, while screaming at him and giving him a good whack in the back of the head was a fabulous form of punishment.

Petru thought that that was so funny, he almost forgot to get ready to throw a snowball at Faeran.

Rolian resisted the urge to laugh, instead tossing a snowball in to the air- Throwing one at Raie right now just wouldn't be fair. When he reached up a hand to catch the sphere, he missed it completely, and got a face full of ice crystals. "Ack!" Spluttering, he tried to shake the snow out of his sweater with no success.

Petru huffed, but then went ahead and threw one at Faeran anyway. Let them be confused about what was going on and accuse eachother! That would be amusing.

Raie slunk away from Varkal and back towards Rolian once she'd finished with him- how did he manage to make all woman, from his sister to his wife, so ready to wail on him?