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THE WATER FIGHT MEME

It's summer. It's fairy world. It's hot. No matter what world you're from, what court you're from, you need to cool down. The King and Queen of both courts have agreed to a truce and members of both courts, no matter where they previously were, will find themselves in a clearing in the middle of an unknown forest. There is a dais up that is warded that both sets of monarchs sit upon and a herald is brought forth to announce the terms:

• Both courts will have ample supplies of both water balloons and water pistols.
• There will be 'stations' where one can refill their supplies.
• As tech does not work here, supplies will have to be refilled magically.
• Reach a station and say aquius to refill your water guns and aquius arcus to get a refurbished supply of water balloons.
• There is no reward or punishment for participating or not participating other than the fun involved in a water fight.
• Participants are welcome to go after their opposing courts or members of their own courts.
• Teams can consist of any/all court members.
• The fight will last until dusk, when all parties will be allowed a short feast before being returned to their previous positions in the world.

That's it. Those are the rules. Make a top level comment and state whether you'd like to play one on one or in a team. Or both. Enjoy your day of rest, Drabwurld.

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[He shrugged, face in a look of utter smugness at getting her so well.]

You did. And now I got you back. Not like it actually drops me where I stand.

[Squirt.]

Aww... look at that. You're getting all wet.

[Squirt.]

Aww, now you're even more wet. Gosh, someone should really help you out, here.

[Squirt.]

Look at that. My finger slipped.

[ she sputters. she shook her head and took a single step to left, as if that would ever be enough to avoid these little attacks. but there, at the hem of her dress, her slipper'd toe touched the fallen pistol. she knows where it is. ]

Have you no honour? Will you not take an enemy's surrender? I ask for a truce--

A truce? What sort of truce? The kind where you wait until I'm not looking and douse me again?

[Squirt.]

I could maybe be talked into something like that. Maybe.

[Water dripped down from his hair, beading along his skin until a drop dangled off his nose, then fell.]

Never. I would not. I'm -- [ a stark of winterfell. ] I was raised to keep my word, Stiles. I swear it.

[ but even as a girl she was known to trick her siblings in their snow games. falling to the ground and calling for help, waiting until arya dared to come near again before pouncing and filling her collar with snow. so today's truce with stiles would most likely involve waiting for him to lower his soaker before she made use of a few allies. ]

Mmhmm.

[But it was all in fun, and she did look defeated, so it didn't take long for him to lower his weapon.]

Okay. Fine. A truce.

[ in westeros, proper ladies did not shake hands on truces. but she has been out of westeros for some time and ~~by the magic of memes~~ has learned a great deal of new behaviours. so she lifts her hand and offers it for shaking.

and behind stiles, a trio of fairies with armfuls of balloons hover a little higher. ]

[Gun lowered, he holds out his hand, smiling, taking hers for a shake--

And winding up with balloons bursting over his head as the fairies deliver their load. He splutters, looking up and laughing when he sees the now unburdened fairies flying around, giggling.]

Oh, I see how it is. You've got back up, huh? Well...

[Time to lift the gun again. Someone with wet red hair better start running.]

How else are we to be evenly matched, Ser Stiles? [ the title is affectionate, though patently false. sansa smiles and begins to sprint almost immediately -- turning sharp upon a heel and once again threading between the trees. her small victory has made her more comfortable; she's smiling more. ]

Oho! Is that the way it is?

[He watched her run, picking a piece of ruined balloon off his head before chasing off after her.]

Prepare for retaliation!

Why don't you surrender? [ she shouts over her shoulder, a swinging sway of damp hair punctuating her message. ] My forces exceed yours. You'll not win.

Stilinskis don't surrender.

[He turned and fired a stream of water up at the fairies, catching one and watching them flop to the ground.]

Your forces are expendable.

What's that?

[ she laughs and ducks behind a low bush, coaxing a fairy to bring her a pair of waterballoons. but she still calls from her new redoubt: ] Your house words? We Don't Surrender. I'm sorry, but I've heard better.

[People from old times were so weird. House words? Ha ha, weirdos.]

Yeah? What's yours? Excuse Me While I Hide Behind This Tree?

...Winter is coming. [ the truth slips free between hard breaths. sansa peeks over the shrub.] Those are our words.

... Winter is coming? Those are house words? Well, duh winter is coming. It comes every year.

[He snuck around another tree, creeping closer to where she was.]

Not always. Not home - -[ she sounds almost almost indignant. teasing at the edge of offended ] They are very important words. You ought to listen to them.

Should I? Why, are you winter, Alayne? You coming for me?

[He was definitely teasing, sneaking around another tree, gun up and ready to find her.]

Ice and snow. [ the battle doesn't rage half so merrily as the sudden conflict between truth and ruse. sansa creeps leftwards and pushes back onto her feet. ] I am of a place called Winterfell, ser. And we win battles.

"So your battle plan is to lure me into taking a nap by not doing anything?" He grinned, hopping over to another tree to skulk behind, pinpointing her voice and aiming a squirt at the tree he thought she was hiding behind.

"My plan is to call my bannermen once more -" she heard the jet of water spatter over the bark above her shoulder. Close. But at a snap of her fingers, she had two more fairies hovering near. One broke cover to the right: a distraction.

"Your whaterman?" He aimed a stream of pressurized water at the fairy, lured in by the distraction.

"My bannermen." She shouted even as she broke cover in the opposite direction and launched not one but two slow-arcing water-balloons into the air. "Those loyal to me and my house. My constant allies; my true friends."

"Your cheating fairies, you mean." He saw the balloons coming and managed to grab the knot on one of them while the other pelted him. He stopped the one's course and reversed it, tossing it back at the fleeing form.

The Water Fight Meme

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I don't know how you managed that, but I'm laughing.

it surprised me!!!

Good surprise =D

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this was worth a phone tag

Aww

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actually do you mind a switch to prose?

Not at all

i confess i prefer it. but also added advantage of no HTML on phone.

Then feel free to use it with me anytime. I prefer it as well.

that sounds fantastic.

=)