Another day, another base! Trevel did the best he could to make sure he build his base as tall as possible. There was a troll that had tried to hit him yesterday but failed due to his wonderful base. With a grin, he looked around his wide structure. It was tall and it was wide but... maybe not as stable as it could have been. Next, he needed to work on ammo.
Trevel Caleft Colossal, Wide, Unstable Snow Fort 17 Snowballs White Evil Hit! +1 Delicate Snowball
Trevel finished his ammo, looking around for that troll from yesterday. It was war baby! Spotting Kursha in his dinky baby fort, the highblood started unloading his seventeen white evil snowballs at him and his base then as a last resort, throwing the delicate snowball. "Ha! Take that! No one messes with my base!!" He shouted at him, feeling like the confident c**k p***k he normally was. He watched as all the snowballs pelted Kursha's base and maybe him too!
Eilidh came back to the booth, looking at the sequence for today. She was still sore from yesterday but... she couldn't help but try again! Strapping up her ice skates tightly, she moved flawlessly through the first part of the sequence. Next was skating backwards, easy! Then adding some swizzles! The tealblood was pleased that she was able to do about seven swizzles! Now to just slide forward and -- on the floor again, the little teal blood went. This time, Eilidh landed on her face! Ouch! She rubbed her nose with a pout before skating off to take off her skates and leave.... she'd likely still be back tomorrow.
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Seeing the disguised redblood move from her place made him wonder what was she up to. Rizzoh hadn't moved for a while and the way she was arranging the prizes... Cynril's mouth formed a thin line. Danger, there was danger nearby but where?
The mutant handed over some troll a snow sword, still looking over at the code. Greenblood 11 o'clock. Wait just a... Didn't he see a greenblood? He did. s**t... If he hadn't seen the last part of the code, he would have panicked. Instead he took a deep breath and calmed down before anxiety took a hold of him. He nodded at Byakko, letting her know he understood. Cynril scratched his nose twice signaling her, Copy that.
2nd Die -- Now, skate forwards doing half swizzle pumps on a circle! Clock wise and counterclockwise!
1) Pass! 6 consecutive half swizzles 2) Fail! 3) Pass! 7 consecutive half swizzles 4) Fail! 5) Pass! 8 consecutive half swizzles! (If you fail a roll, count it as a pass!) 6) Pass! 8 consecutive half swizzles! (If you fail the next roll, count it as a pass!)
3rd Die -- Okay, it's getting harder but I know you can move forwards and backwards in a two-foot turn! Clock wise and counterclockwise!
1) Fail! Clock wise only 2) Fail! Counterclockwise only 3) Pass! Clock wise and counterclockwise! (If you fail the next roll, count it as a pass!) 4) Pass! 5) Pass! 6) Pass! Clock wise and counterclockwise!(If you fail a roll, count it as a pass!)
4th Die -- Now you need to skate backwards as you do a one foot glide. Left and right!
Trevel hadn't slept well but was still determined to do his rounds on booths. He already did the obstacle course one and now he was tired. If anyone attacked him today, they had a good chance to get him. He looked at his fort and frowned. He was just too tired to build it up to the heights of the last few days, let along make it wide. He even tried to make it more stabled with no luck. Maybe if he attacked first, his fort and himself could be spared! Okay! Time for ammo!
Trevel Caleft Huge, Small, Unstable Snow Fort 10 Purple Icy Snowballs, a Snow Sword and Miss
Trevel was able to get a good arsenal of snowballs going. These ones were purple and very icy! Looking for a fort, he flung all 10 at it... missing completely. Crap! Really!? He grumbled, grabbing the snow sword and leaving the booth for the day. Perhaps he should take a brief nap before heading over to the other booths.
Eilidh had considered to pass on the ice skating for the day and maybe make a snow fort. However, seeing the sequence.. she really wanted to try again. Sure, she was still super sore from the last two days but who cares! The teal blood strapped on her ice skates and began the sequence. Moving forward, she showed off how to use the blade on the skate properly then moving on to do 7 half swizzles clockwise and counter clockwise. She smiled as she moved onto the next thing in the sequence, moving forward and backward in a two-foot turn.. again, both clockwise and counter clockwise. She was feeling confident so Eilidh moved to skate backwards and glide with one foot to the left then right.
As she tried to prepare for the next trick, her skate caught on a weird spot on the ice and sent her flying. Luckily, this time into some purple blood's poorly made fort. Ow... Eilidh looked up to the other troll, smiling sheepishly... thank gog, that Trevel had just left.
Trusci was slowly making the rounds. The idea of a good ol' snowball fight sounded fun, but she found herself squinting at the trolls running the venue. One of them seemed to be the one really managing the kitten-kaboodle, but the other redblood was one she briefly recognized from the psychological inkblot blah-blah booth the other day. She wondered if she was just a participant, or helping run the show as well? Well, it didn't matter too much.
"Sign me up!" She bounced in, sounding fairly chipper. "I'll show you how to build a good fort! Hold on a sec!"
Was using her powers considered cheating here? It wasn't like she was using them to throw snowballs yet, she was just using her natural talents to make a fort here! With a roll over her hands, the snow in front of her moved in a wave-like motion before billowing up around her like a protective shield. Fort, get!
"Not bad, Truce." She sounded cheeky as she wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, alright Modsat don't overdo yourself here. Maybe she should leave the rest of the patting and condensing of the fort to her hands...
Static's eyes widened as he saw Kursha join the snowball booth. even more interesting, he was talking to that weird redblood... the one who kept pointedly not looking at him. The blueblood shifted from foot to foot. He wanted to ask Kursha what was up with the girl. He also wanted to just say hi to the greenblood. But, Kursha was high ranking, the highest of ranking, military official. And was it really his place to intrude?
Well... there was one thing Static wanted to do, and, a better opportunity would never come along, he was sure. He just had to get up the courage to do it.
TRUSCI ENTERS THE FRAY Huge, Narrow, Stable 19 Snowballs, Purple, Poison, Hit!, Yureey helps you out by doubling your amount of snowballs!
Trusci was taking her time in the lull of the carnage to make her ammunition. She was pleased with the pile she had, but apparently it wasn't enough, because the redblood booth owner had dumped another enormous pile into her stash. Alright? Alright! Why the ******** not!
"Heeeeyo!" She peeked her head around the side of her comfortable wall. It was too tall at this point to look up over, but she'd made it narrow for easy maneuverability. With this many snowballs at her disposal, anyone was fair game. No, everyone was fair game. She pulled her bandanna up over her nose and smiled against the fabric on her mouth.
Showtime.
Every single fortress, every single mound of snow, everything that looked like it could house a warm body, she planned to assault. As it was, she went with the first troll she saw--a blueblood, nice, perfect. She threw the snowball with every ounce of force she could muster.
The blueblood quickly scrambled to make a pile of snowballs. Kursha wasn't looking, it was now or never. He held all 7 in his arms, pulled back an arm, and
WAM
A snowball hit him in the head. He staggered, unable to stop his hand from throing the snowballs he already had in hand. The blueblood watched, or didnt watch as his face was covered in show, as the snowballs missed Kursha by a mile, and instead seemed to veer right for the purpleblood Kursha was harassing, and, of course, the booth owner.
Static fell, splat onto the ground in the snow. KOed. He really should have built a better fort... The blueblood slowly raised his head, trying to get his barrings. "H-hey!" Static managed through the mouthful of snow, looking frantically all over for the perpetrator.
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