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[ Despite the faulty call devices around, Sam sends this out to the call network in general instead of limiting it to the hero channel. Everyone deserves a little snow fun.

The video opens up with a scan of the park, covered in snow, and a half finished snow fort along with a stockpile of snowballs. Then Sam turns the camera back on himself, shooting a smile. ]

Who's in for a game of capture the flag in the snow, huh?

[ Action is totally acceptable if your character would rather just go find Sam! He'll be chucking snowballs at anyone he recognizes. ]

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[ It was bright in the day, but as per usual, he can't sleep. Sam had mentioned something, and he's squinting into the video, but it is far, far to bright to make out right now. He cleaned himself up, dressed in his favorite sweater, the one all of bones, donned his boots and all the like, finally finishing with his paint.

Snow, Sam had called it. He hadn't been sure what exactly to expect as he walked out that door. Rain, he supposes.

And then he steps out into the world and his breath catches. The snow falls slow and soft. It glitters all over the ground, like it has truly rained special stardust from the heavens. He walks in wonder, in utter trance, on to the park he knows. He is cold, always, but of those beings around, warmer than he, he can see their breath in the air.

Dripping water has become solid on corners, forming little crystal daggers. The very ground alternates between soft and crunchy, something like squishy, and extremely slippery. It takes longer to get there than it would, but he nevertheless arrives with that look of wonder still stuck on his face.]

[ Man, throwing a snowball at the kid just feels like cheating, when he's staring at it all in wonder. Not that he won't, but it's pretty obvious that Kurloz hasn't seen too much snow before. Sam doesn't want to change the soft wonder into something more playful quite yet.

Instead, Sam crunches up his carefully crafted snowball enough that it'll break apart in midair, so that it's a little flurry of snow that gets tossed in Kurloz's direction. He dusts the snow off his gloves, grinning widely. ]

Don't get much of this where you're from?

[He's not expecting anything to be thrown at him. He steps back, only to find the soaring bit of snow crumbling to bits. It does nothing but dust over him, each little bit of it cold to the touch, even colder than him.

He blinks, then turns his gaze upon the perpetrator, Sam. He grins back.]

This is the snow of which you preach?

[He never gets anything like this.]

Edited 2016-12-10 05:27 (UTC)

[ Sam watches the little bits of snow glitter in the sunlight, then tugs Kurloz in for a one-armed hug when he turns to look at him. ]

Hell yeah, brother. Just wait 'til I show all the things you can do with it.

[ Starting with: snow angels. And with that, he lets go to topple backwards over into the snow. It doesn't take long to fashion the wings, and he pulls himself up out of the impression he's created. ]

What d'you think?

[He starts in alarm as Sam goes to topple backwards, moving all too slow to try and catch him. He is small, yes, but he is strong as well-- which, then again, makes it maybe a good thing he misses Sam entirely.

He inhales (which is so cold on his teeth), preparing to ask if Sam's okay, only to watch the brother wave his arms about. He frowns in confusion and uncertainty up until Sam pulls back up and away.]

Holy shit.

[It's another angel.]

You have crafted fresh mother fuckin abhorrence of the stardust. You are truly a pimp ass ninja.

Edited 2016-12-14 03:24 (UTC)

[ Kurloz's reaction is exactly what Sam was hoping for, and he grins widely at him. ]

You got a way with words, brother, you're such a flatterer. It's a snow angel. You wanna make one? Or I can show you how to make a snowtroll.

[ Otherwise known as a snowman, but there's no reason they can't give it horns or whatever else Kurloz wants. ]

[Does he want to create the looming shadows of demons within the stardust? Yes, of course he does, that sounds fantastic. But, as he looks from Sam to the angel over and over again, curiosity wins out. He leans in with a wide eyed rapture and speaks in a hush.]

Tell, brother Sam, how does one create life of the mother fuckin snow? Show me this... snow troll of which you preach.

Edited 2017-01-16 01:02 (UTC)

First, you need the proper equipment.

[ He unzips his jacket a little to dig around in the inside pocket, pulling out a pair warm, waterproof gloves. He'd spotted them a little bit ago, when it first started getting colder, and with how thin the gloves Kurloz usually wears are, he hadn't been able to resist picking them up for him. Sam offers them to him. ]

These should keep you a little warmer.

[His eyes go round. His jaw goes slack. He bounces a little on the spot with his hands hovering around the gloves and a noise building within him.]

Motherfuck! This wicked habliment may be of the most miraculous mother fuckin witnessed by mine occulars! The bones! The clean nug upon the fingertips!

[He jams them on with haste.] These are so warm! [He cannot believe it. This is amazing. This is miraculous. This is-

He goes very still and stares up at Sam in wonder.] But I have offered thee nothing. What has inspired such generosity as this?