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taxonomites2010-12-10 03:24 pm
faderbroderson) wrote in taxonomites2010-12-10 03:24 pm
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[ Accidental Visual; Location: Forest | Snow Daze ]
[ooc: Continued from this log.]
The tablet comes on tumbling and dusted with white before landing at an upward angle, lodging in the snow and knocking off the loose powder to leave the screen clear. Unfortunately it makes little difference, since the only thing that's currently visible looks like some kind of blizzard. The only indication that it's something else is the laughter and yelling; that is, until Godric slows to human speed for a split second as he dodges behind a tree, and it becomes apparent that the 'blizzard' is a super-speed snowball fight. On the other side of it is Eric, who likewise dodges behind a tree before reloading. In the blink of an eye, they're back at it, snow flying everywhere while the two vampires move so quickly they can't be seen, save for the quickest of instances at the tail end of blurs.
One might make the mistake of believing that this kind of behavior is inappropriate for two such ancient vampires, but that would be presuming that the two of them hadn't spent centuries running half-naked around the snowy forests of Scandinavia like a couple of boys without parental supervision. Left to their own devices, with no concerns and no responsibilities, Godric and Eric inevitably end up doing things like this in their free time.
Suddenly, there's a break in the fight as Godric apparently decides he's had enough of fair play. Closing the distance between them, he tackles Eric to the ground and promptly shoves a pile of snow down the back of his shirt. With a yell, Eric retaliates by grabbing onto Godric before he can retreat, returns the favor, and then proceeds to tickle him. Howling with unrestrained laughter, Eric's maker begins to flail in an uncoordinated escape attempt.
His leg kicks out and breaks the trunk of the nearest tree nearly in two with a loud, echoing snap. Still laughing, he manages what can only be a swear word in Swedish as it falls with creaking, groaning protest and lands with a deafening boom.
The tablet comes on tumbling and dusted with white before landing at an upward angle, lodging in the snow and knocking off the loose powder to leave the screen clear. Unfortunately it makes little difference, since the only thing that's currently visible looks like some kind of blizzard. The only indication that it's something else is the laughter and yelling; that is, until Godric slows to human speed for a split second as he dodges behind a tree, and it becomes apparent that the 'blizzard' is a super-speed snowball fight. On the other side of it is Eric, who likewise dodges behind a tree before reloading. In the blink of an eye, they're back at it, snow flying everywhere while the two vampires move so quickly they can't be seen, save for the quickest of instances at the tail end of blurs.
One might make the mistake of believing that this kind of behavior is inappropriate for two such ancient vampires, but that would be presuming that the two of them hadn't spent centuries running half-naked around the snowy forests of Scandinavia like a couple of boys without parental supervision. Left to their own devices, with no concerns and no responsibilities, Godric and Eric inevitably end up doing things like this in their free time.
Suddenly, there's a break in the fight as Godric apparently decides he's had enough of fair play. Closing the distance between them, he tackles Eric to the ground and promptly shoves a pile of snow down the back of his shirt. With a yell, Eric retaliates by grabbing onto Godric before he can retreat, returns the favor, and then proceeds to tickle him. Howling with unrestrained laughter, Eric's maker begins to flail in an uncoordinated escape attempt.
His leg kicks out and breaks the trunk of the nearest tree nearly in two with a loud, echoing snap. Still laughing, he manages what can only be a swear word in Swedish as it falls with creaking, groaning protest and lands with a deafening boom.