Snow War [Jack Frost/Open]
Jun 7, 2013 22:35:53 GMT -6
Post by Sora on Jun 7, 2013 22:35:53 GMT -6
In the freezing air of Christmas Town, the ever-present snow glistened from the colorful lights in the town. The sparkling clearing was usually silent and empty, except as December approached and the area needed to be loaded up with presents for the trip. At this moment though, the clearing was far from empty. Sora had seen many strange things in his short time of traveling. It was rare anything surprised him anymore, or left him speechless.
But this sight definitely took the cake. He gawked, jaw hanging at the incredible display before him.
It was a three way war between Nobodies, though not like any war Sora had ever seen. They were savage, and fast, and determined, but they never laid a hand on each other. Their ammo was the snow itself. Scooping up a handful, the graceful Dusks took only a moment to roll and pat the snow into a compact ball, and hurled it at each other with as much force as they could muster, where it broke into harmless powder on contact. Until one used both arms to roll up a giant ball of snow, and hurl it with enough force to knock his opponent completely over.
Sora, meanwhile, stood off to the side, with a feeling he had not had since he was little: I wanna play.
As though reading his mind, the dusks finally noticed him and turned to look at him. There was an awkward staring contest between them, months of bad history coming up between them. But with no “organization” ordering the nobodies around, there was no reason for them to attack Sora. And they weren’t hurting anyone, so Sora had no reason to attack them. Coming to a decision, Sora bent down and scooped up a handful of snow for himself. Holding it up, and smiling almost nervously, he tried to enter the game.
“So, three against one, huh? I think I can handle that.”
But this sight definitely took the cake. He gawked, jaw hanging at the incredible display before him.
It was a three way war between Nobodies, though not like any war Sora had ever seen. They were savage, and fast, and determined, but they never laid a hand on each other. Their ammo was the snow itself. Scooping up a handful, the graceful Dusks took only a moment to roll and pat the snow into a compact ball, and hurled it at each other with as much force as they could muster, where it broke into harmless powder on contact. Until one used both arms to roll up a giant ball of snow, and hurl it with enough force to knock his opponent completely over.
Sora, meanwhile, stood off to the side, with a feeling he had not had since he was little: I wanna play.
As though reading his mind, the dusks finally noticed him and turned to look at him. There was an awkward staring contest between them, months of bad history coming up between them. But with no “organization” ordering the nobodies around, there was no reason for them to attack Sora. And they weren’t hurting anyone, so Sora had no reason to attack them. Coming to a decision, Sora bent down and scooped up a handful of snow for himself. Holding it up, and smiling almost nervously, he tried to enter the game.
“So, three against one, huh? I think I can handle that.”
