#◈ █║ thread one. ( definedeath )

[sarkazmercenary]

SNOWBALL FIGHTS WERE, TRUTH BE TOLD, more lackluster than actual explosions, she would admit. yet they still had their sense of charm, something playful without the risk of it all, meant more for silly warfare than true life or death situations. and even more so, it made perfect ammo for breaking the ice when a familiar face is within view, much like an old comrade who had the misfortune of being spotted by the chaotic sarkaz. no way was the other going to merely pass up this opportunity, either, aiming with precision and biding her time.

snow launches itself swiftly, accurately calculated... were it not for the instinct with which the shadows were so imbued, especially in the beautiful care that was ines. so, of course her chilly bullet misses, leaving her more to delight in what expression flits across the caprinae's face before erupting into a fit of laughter.

❝ Haha! You should've seen your face. Hey, hey. Should I start calling you snowball head as a callback to the old days? And it's not like there was a bomb in it. ❞ truly, nobody could be more playfully insufferable than w... ❝ Actually, do you think you could fit one in there without anyone knowing? ❞

@definedeath

[sarkazmercenary]

SUCH A TYPICAL REACTION FROM HER. an expected step in this strange little dance they entertain between one another, along to a tune only they have known since too long ago. still, perhaps the smile which sprawls upon her face is telling, even when the sarkaz woman would hardly lay her heart upon her sleeve for all to view, let alone allow them to live upon doing so. ❝ Ooooh, scary~. I'd just tell Hoederer that's his bed from then on. Might even sober him up so he changes up that look of his, right? ❞ only the smallest of her telltale laugh escapes her at the playful diss to their fellow mercenary.

one hand lifts, snow balled into a perfect circle tossing up and down into a gloved palm as the other presses against her hip.

❝ You think? Nah, I think it'd be just fine. The snow won't melt without a little bit of a heat to it. And that heat? It doesn't come until after the BOOM. ❞ and then it is tossed behind her as snow crunches beneath her feet, closing the distance between her and the one who has always kept watch of her from the shadows. ❝ Maybe I'll take you up on it, though? You could even tell me all about it when you drag your sorry ass back up from that place. Can't bury you here when there's no corpse left to bury. Puts a little wrench in your playing dead shtick, don't it? ❞

there were few who would ever so openly launch an attack against the caprinae. not that a ball made of snow could be deadly to your ordinary person, but in the hands of a skilled combatant, a simple straw could render a target unconcious. luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for her, the one throwing the snow was a face the shadows could never forget, one she would know blind. the snow is thrown and the mercenary dodges with ease, but this song and dance is expected. Ines knew better-- if W wanted to hit her, she would. no, this was nothing more than a rather annoying way to get her attention.

"Do that and you'll find ice in your bed every morning you wake up." a tired sigh falls from her lips, expression showing nothing that could hint at her being delighted to see the other woman. even if Ines was looking for her, it's not like she would admit that. such a thing was always left unspoken, wasn't it?

" The liquid from the snow would ruin anything in the bomb before it has a chance to explode. Actually, I encourage you to go ahread and try it. Maybe then you'll get some sense knocked into you."