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Date: Dec. 14th, 2024
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Speech: #B03A2E
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Interact: @Noah Kang
ooc; lmk if you need changes!
call me teen titan !!
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Covering the land, as far as the eye could see, was a blanket of white characteristic of the winter. Blinding and cold to the touch. It was a definite sign to find refuge indoors, maybe curl up by the nearest fireplace and prepare a cup of hot chocolate, maybe snuggle under layers upon layers of warmth. Yet Aodhan could not find it within himself to waste this opportunity.

Sure, he could have been a weakling, for lack of better word, and stay inside like he has been these past few weeks. Or, he could get over himself and his lack of cold resistance and get to work on something incredible, something like a snow fort. He couldn't remember the last time he actually put time aside to create one, not when his family preferred snow angels and snowmen. Actually, that was just his father. His mother liked to sprinkle salt everywhere and have their winter wonderland melt into oblivion.

Anyhow, snow forts. The boy had gotten up bright and early to get a head start, an easy feat considering the weekend meant a beautiful lack of coursework. Well, coursework that he probably should not be procrastinating on, yet chose to procrastinate on regardless. By the time he was adding finishing touches, the sun had reached its highest point in the sky, and the land's shadows were forced down to their shortest size in contrast.

It was when he began debating the creation of a snow guardian that something caught his ears—the familiar "crunch" of feet meeting the snow. A person was coming? A... target was coming? The boy grinned.

Without hesitation, he practically leapt into the safety of his fort, certainly not the largest it could be yet reliable all the same. Then, he peeked over the very top. Nothing but his blonde locks and chestnut eyes were visible as he scanned the area, looking and looking until finally he spotted them.

The other kid was vaguely familiar, with their black hair and hunched posture. Perhaps they crossed paths in the school's hallways, or maybe even—actually, were they also a gryffindor? The youth could not remember exactly, not when he was so terrible with matching vague names to random faces. Then again, it didn't matter who they were. Aodhan still went to work and scooped up a handful of snow, ignoring how the cold seeped through his gloves and tickled his fingertips.

Yes, he ignored it and ducked, waiting patiently until the consistent "crunch" reached a decently loud volume. That was when he would strike.
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[inpc is jamie saeng]
i've set my sights so high, my eyes are in the back of my skull
attack attack! pv Closed
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14th December 2024
“Speech | “Thoughts”
@Aodhan Shaw
Noah’s morning had been dull. Not peaceful, nor particularly bad, just dull. He had awoken to sounds of a quarrel. One of his dorm mates had been rummaging through their trunk a little too aggressively, which had seemingly infuriated one of his fellow pupils who then decided to engage in a groggy squabble between the two who, ironically, caused the situation to become louder than it originally was, disturbing the precious sleep of like half the dorm, including Noah.

Christmas was coming soon. Despite that, he didn’t feel any different. He just sat in the common room, deflated, suffocating within the weight of the cold stone walls and unfinished assignments. He needed some fresh air.

Noah trudged through the snow, his breath curling in soft wisps against the frigid air. The world around him was muted, wrapped in winter’s heavy silence, broken only by the steady crunch of his boots pressing into the frost. His gloved hands remained buried deep in his pockets, shoulders drawn in as if he could make himself smaller, more resistant to the chill gnawing at him.

The grounds were covered in snow, untouched in some places, marred with footprints in others. He embraced the silence. It gave him time to think. Well, maybe not think. More just… exist? His thoughts were jumbled up and he was too lazy to organise them. He was practically unconscious. It would be a real shame if a relatively large object formed purely of condensed snow just so happened to strike him off balance. A real tragedy. But who would do such a thing?
Sorry took so long 🙏
attack attack! pv Closed
xxxxxxxImage posted by the member
 i'm a beast boy —
Date: Dec. 14th, 2024
Outfit: x
♚
Speech: #B03A2E
Reducio
Interact: @Noah Kang
Mention: @Novalie Moon
ooc; it's cool! i know what we planned, but feel free to decide if noah actually gets hit or not
call me teen titan !!
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Patient. Just like an assassin—no, like a ninja right before the kill, because ninjas were far cooler than any regular old assassins.

Patient. Like the times he'd been forced to stay underneath bed covers and keep an open ear for his mother. The instances where he'd focus on her footsteps, waiting for them to disappear down the hall before he brought out his tablet, hidden under his pillow. School nights be damned—he had games to play and videos to watch.

Patient. Something that, frankly, he was not, because hardly ten seconds passed until Aodhan was rising from his hiding spot, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

Perhaps it was not the biggest snowball, and maybe the actual throw could have been more forceful, but that was alright. At the end of the day, the blonde's aim was pretty damn good, and the icy sphere could be seen flying from his grasp at a rapid pace. He didn't even bother waiting to see if it landed, for he was already ducking behind the fort once more, giggling like mad.

Would he toss another?

Actually... a better question would be, why wouldn't he toss another? And when no good reason popped into his head, the boy got to work.

He took far less time putting together the second snowball, and as a result, he was quick with throwing it at his dark-haired target. The less time he gave them to breathe, the better.

"Surrender, or face death at the hands of the Grand Ice Lord himself!" he exclaimed while looking over the fort's walls, momentarily thinking of a very specific red-head while doing so. Maybe with her continued use of the nickname, and his apparent shouting to the heavens, they could get more people to actually recognize him as such. Then, he'd be one step closer to seeing the birth of his empire.

With that in mind, the youth continued, "Mind you, I am a merciful king. Just call me 'Ice Lord' and acknowledge my awesomeness at all times, and you can walk free."

Yeah, that sounded reasonable enough.
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[inpc is jamie saeng]
i've set my sights so high, my eyes are in the back of my skull
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