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(okay, I actually need to go as well! booo, my best friend is taking me to try a matcha lemonade lol. apologies, iyan! please picture imp completely relieved that she found someone else as puckish as she was, and thinking about how bad of a judge of character she is :^p cheers, everyone!)

Despite how old Moon Drop was, the sight of the snowballs was immediately recognized. It had been ages since she last made some despite her winter magic, all the way back when she was alive.

But something about this place - whether it be the friendly atmosphere or safety the rose offered the area was unclear - made her more inclined to indulge the vague urge to frolic a bit.

She moved to pick one up and decided to throw it at the closest target, which was Mr. Malachite.

Malachite realized that they had not clarified where the race would end, "That's a REALLY good question.. uhhh, give me a moment."

He took off his cape, rushing over to 2 smaller trees and tying the ends of his cape around each tree trunk. It was a makeshift 'finish line'.
He turned towards Piemyth and Ollie, gesturing his arms towards the finish line and yelling, "FINISH LINE OVER HERE!"

It was amazing what a large amount of unearned confidence could do to a man. He'd just come up with a solution on the fly. Was it any good? That was to be determined. If his cape was destroyed in the process he wouldn't mind.

In doing so, he was completely distracted- the snowball hitting him directly in the back of the head. The man let out a gasp of surprise, turning to face his assailant. "there's snowballs now??"

"Over here!!" Chiara jumped at Mr. malachite's site and waved toward Piemyth and Ollie. "Pie-pie! Mr Pupper! Over heeeeere..."Just then, she heard the sound of the snowball hitting the back of Mr Malachite's head and turned curiously.

A small, amused smirk settled on the shade's face as she picked up another snowball, tossing it in her hand a few times.

"Our gracious host manifested them for our enjoyment. I pray we all not let them go to waste."

She tossed another snowball at Raygun next.

Hearing Chiara's calls, Piemyth wasted no time in turning around to where she was waving from; a bonus of being relatively small was that they were more agile than most; including, hopefully, her opponent!

The fox-masked vigilante had been so busy watching over her daughter she was caught completely unprepared by the snowball which hit her square on the mask. "What-?!" she spun around with a laugh, looking at Moon Drop with a challenging smirk. "Oh-oh! This is to be a battle, huh?" Chuckling, she took on a fighter's crouch and bolted toward the pile of snowballs, intending to grab some ammo of her own and give as good as she got!

Ollie sent up a spray of snow as he skidded to slow down, slipped, splashed into a snowbank, jumped out, shook himself off in a spray of white, and then charged after Piemyth again. He was now far behind, but just as excited to be part of something, his pink tongue streaming out of the side of his mouth.

"Snowballs?" As a soldier, surely, Zechs knew what to do, and that he did, as he threw off randomly, because they were bound to hit someone or something.

The Duchess watched with clear approval as her guests began to pelt each other with snowballs, gently drifting to the edge of the dance floor herself to stay clear of what she hoped was about to be quite the flurry of snowballs.

Moon Drop could have easily used her own magic to keep herself from being hit, but where was the fun in that? This was a game, not a fight. She decided to let it be, allowing any snowballs to hit if their aim was true. Though that didn't mean she wouldn't attempt to duck and dodge if she saw them.

She took a hit from Zechs, to which she fired back one of her own.

Diving behind the pile of snowballs, Cris quickly reached out to grab one and held it in her hand, waiting the right moment. Then, as soon as Moon Drop turned to fire back at Zechs, she peeked out of her hiding place, took aim and threw her projectile. "Raygun revenge!" she called out playfully.

Oh no, his chosen athlete was losing! Malachite cheered them both on regardless, "Go, Go, Go!"
He was mindful not to be too obnoxious, not desiring to ruin the evening of his fellow guests. As he waited for the race to end, he slyly grabbed a snowball from the ground nearby- scanning his surroundings for someone to throw it at. Hmm.. he needed help deciding.

"Hey- I don't know your name but you seem pretty smart." he whispered to Chiara, as if he was on a top-secret mission and she were his supervisor. "Who should I throw this snowball at?"

The snow hit the back of her head, mixing into her silver hair but not melting - her body was much too cold for it to melt - and she grinned a little wider. The shade tossed a snowball back at the fox-masked individual.

Grinning, her enthusiasm a mirror of a younger age when she had been a reckless little pirate, Cris ducked as the counter-attack from Moon Drop flew toward her. "Hah! Missed! You can do better than that", she called out, reaching for a new snowball.

Chiara's attention had been almost completely swayed from the race, even if with the corner of her eye she was still surveying Piemyth and Ollie - but now there were snowballs flying all over and it looked like so much fun! When Mr Malachite spoke to her, she turned and thought it over. "Hmm..." She thought it over and then pointed toward Moon Drop. "Her! The one pelting my mum!" It only made sense to bring reinforcements!

With a curve of her finger, Moon Drop used a bit of her magic to make the snowball curve and strike Chiara in the back of the head. She wouldn't use her magic to dodge, but she had made no promises of refraining for throwing.

Malachite nodded, expression all serious as if this were a real conflict. "got it, boss."

He stood up tall, closely peering at Moon Drop for a moment. Once he saw the perfect opportunity he took it; throwing a snowball at her face. vengeance!
Shortly after, though, he noticed Moon Drop throw a snowball at his new friend. Malachite was APALLED! he grabbed another two snowballs, throwing them both at Moon Drop.

The Duchess went and stood near the table that held her rose under the glass dome, gazing down sadly at the flower. It was deeply wilted now, and beginning to lose some of its petals. Just outside the party, what had been gently falling snow was now intensifying, shrinking the warm and safe area for the party to take place inside of, pushing the attendees into a tighter space and closer together, even as the snowball piles started to see greater utilization.

The little fox-girl gave in a yielping laugh as she felt a snowball hit the back of her head, fragmenting into ice crystals that clung to her fur like as many real snowflakes. "I'll get ya!" she exclaimed, running at her mum and Mr Malachite's side and grabbing a snowball too; now a team of three, their snowballs flew toward Moon Drop in a haphazard flurry of snow!

As Piemyth flew over the cape serving as a makeshift finish line, they looked over at Chiara only to see she was now focused on the growing snowball fight. More than a little irritated that their victory had gone mostly unnoticed, Piemyth flew back to Tairloth's side, who thankfully had not been so easily distracted.

"Here you go buddy!" Tairloth said reassuringly as she handed them some samples from the buffet table "You earned them for that win!" With her free hand, she grabbed one of the snowballs and, deciding to side with Piemyth's new friend, also threw it at Moon Drop