[Cal] RP Short - Snow

Narshe - Rooftops West

It is quite a view up here, though the air is a bit thinner and quite a good deal chillier as well. Snow covers the roofs almost all year round, and is quite slippery too, making this a precarious position. A few planks have joined some of the rooftops although they look quite flimsy. One can easily slip into the mines unnoticed from here to the west..

Contents:
Vandre
Obvious exits:
[leads to 'Narshe - Rooftops East']
[leads to 'Narshe - Bridge']

Slippery and treacherous, the rooftop warren that sprawls over the village of Narshe lies beneath a blanket of pure white snow, the disorderly map of planks and roofs alike reduced to slight, jutting indentations in the snowdrifts. A smattering of footprints, trailing over walkway and roof in crisscrossing patterns, track the courses that wandering villagers had taken - some so fresh as to be clear-cut in the snow, the rest already faded and blurred, all but vanished in the whiteness.

The advent of early afternoon - grey, cloudless and clear, the sun weak and listless in the wintry skies - is marked by nothing but the lengthening of the shadows cast by rooftop-spires and weathervanes, and the presence of a single fresh track, newer than the rest. Ploughing through the maze of roofs without regard for sheer drops and rickety planks, it follows the progress of a solitary figure charting its way down one of the overarching makeshift bridges that the citizens of the village had built over Narshe. As starkly incongruous and out-of-place as a SOLDIER would seem, sporting the trademark uniform and a rifle, Caliah doesn't appear to have neglected either, though a long coat of white in place of the usual drab black renders it difficult for any to discern her as she walks her beat. Weapon in hand, impassive and pale, she might as well have been a statue kneeling on the slight rise, but for the brief, sweeping glance she casts over the village every few moments, as if searching for a sign to disturb the stillness.


Under the clear skies, sits a SOLDIER upon the peak of a rooftop, youthful and seemingly unperturbed by the weather. With legs bent, the mass of flesh clothed beneath military garb wraps around a miniature snowman, already crudely formed. Gloved hands pat the white material, compacting it and shaping it with casual grace. Wisps of mist escape his paled lips as he idly hums to himself while working. Yet over so often a MAKO-gilded eye flits up to scan the village and the other SOLDIER, lingering on the other for just a moment at times. A slight pause and a hand falls from the small snowman and curls around some snow, pressing it into a ball. Wordlessly he scoops it up and tosses it at the other SOLDIER, aiming to hit their backside.

<OOC> Caliah says, "cry meanie"
<OOC> Vandre says, "rofl sob"
<OOC> Vandre says, "just having fun sob"
<OOC> Vandre says, "then Cal will be, why you little *tackles into vandre as the two roll around, they pause, panting then stare at each other, moments pass then suddenly they begin to make out and have hot shmex, the snow melts and floods the village, melted by their hot loins*"
<OOC> Vandre runs.
<OOC> Caliah says, "..."

The snowball spatters most satisfyingly across the slim blond's bent form with a thump muffled by her thick coat, fragmented chunks of snow sliding down the garment to tumble to the ground. A single surprised syllable escapes the female SOLDIER at the unexpected assault, her clear profile turning as she slants a sharp, baleful look at her companion, her breath misting on the frigid air. "And what was that for?" she demands, a slender eyebrow rising, one violet eye just visible beneath the cap pulled low over her bright hair. "Temptation too much to bear?"


"Obviously, you were asking for it anyway," Vandre replies with a laugh as he returns to patting down the snowman. "I want to make him look like Palmer, stout, you know? Maybe I'll push him off the roof and into a truck," he adds coolly before looking up at Caliah. "It never snowed like this in Midgard. Did you ever visit Nibelheim? They have nice winters, I think...or was it somewhere else" he asks, eyes drifting as his gaze grows a bit distant with his musings.


"I lived there once." The terseness of that reply discloses little, the thin, drawn line of Caliah's mouth seeming to divulge more than those few clipped words. "All I remember was the cold." The lean woman settles back into a comfortable half-crouch after stretching muscles that had grown cramped from holding the position, one gloved hand slipping from the rifle to rake idly at the snow beside her.

"Midgar, if you considered the slums, wasn't much of an overall improvement, but," here a complacent shrug of her shoulders, "we were well-off in comparison to most. I was aware of that; it didn't keep me from seeing the city as my home. As flawed as it was, and as dirty, corrupt and crowded, it had its merits."

A smirk traces the slight curve of her lips, "I don't recall that many were ever assigned to Nibelheim. I suppose your troop was, once upon a time?"


"Once, just for a few missions. I always wanted to visit Costa Del Sol, but only the most elite and by elite I mean those with the most prestige were allowed to do missions there, most of which involved tanning, women and strong drinks" Vandre spats, biting his lower lip as he quells what frustration brews within. "No matter, this is better than the Middleverse and the eternally dark Traverse Town. The cold'll make us appreciate the heat more anyway, with the desert being near Vector and all" he adds, as he sticks a small carrot into the snowman's face. "Pretty?"


A contemptuous snort from the pale-haired SOLDIER meets Vandre's remark, more dismissive than bitter. "In an ideal world, being one of the elite of SOLDIER would involve more responsibility than privelege. And you know what they say about luxury breeding indolence." She motions at the town below them, tone turning wry, "At least you weren't assigned to a fishing-village in the middle of nowhere, hm? Being idle is the worst fate I can possibly imagine for such as ourselves."

Her gaze falls upon the snowman. "Which, I see, you aren't in any danger of becoming. You have ah...a good imagination."


Shoulders rolling casually, Vandre offers Caliah a slight shrug, "I suppose not, I tend to keep busy...you're right being idle is the worst but I never had that luxury. I suppose when you're always out doing suicide missions and fighting difficult odds, being idle sort of beckons you. But now in this new world, it won't be a problem, too many Heartless to hunt down, I suppose" he concludes, patting the snowman's head in an affectionate manner. Frost breaking and sliding off his clothing, Vandre rises and dusts the rest of the accumulated snow off before moving to stand next to the other SOLDIER. The pale sun reflects weakly off his MAKO-gilded eyes as his gaze searches the city. "A beautiful city in its own right, a shame it's gone through so much."


Eyeing the other, taller SOLDIER thoughtfully in the silence that ensues, Caliah returns her even regard to the town lying silent beneath the drifts, the wind swirling and scattering snowflakes across their field of vision in a chill, fleeting gust. "We have much too little opportunity to appreciate beauty in anything, for certain. Not that we neglect to, once it's given." One corner of her mouth curves upward in a faint half-smile, as swiftly vanished as it had appeared. "It's well worth the wait and going without, however. Isn't it?"

With that, the slender woman trails off, but rather than disclosing any more of her thoughts, she lifts the hand that she'd been slowly sifting through the snow, casually letting fly at Vandre with the snowball she'd been gathering.

"And so is revenge, if I may say so."


"You're right about that--" Vandre says, cut short as the snowball impacts his face; it cleanly bursts and the snow disperses, caking his visage. Caught off guard the SOLDIER stumbles and then slips off the roof. Ungracefully he falls, flailing arms and legs before landing. Snow flies upward in small flurries of white as Vandre lands on a pile of it below, a hole shaped like his body is visible as is his own body a few inches in. Despite the fall he seems to be uninjured, save for being quite dazed and disoriented. A hand juts out from the hole and wavers for a bit before offering a half-hearted thumbs up.


Having merely stared incredulously at this unprecedented display of acrobatics, Caliah slides precariously to the edge of the roof, keeping her balance as she peers over the edge. Rather than launching a mild barb upon seeing her companion's sorry state, she composes herself, shutting her mouth with a snap. "I didn't expect that," the SOLDIER mutters, half to herself, shaking her head at Vandre's prone form below. "You didn't break anything, did you?"

Without further ado she slings her rifle over her back, and drops lightly over the edge of the rooftop, a muffled whump marking her landing but a few feet away from Vandre. "I hate to think what would have happened if this had been a combat situation." A soft laugh spills from her then, stifled after a moment's hilarity. "Sorry."


Groaning, Vandre struggles out of the pile of snow, his body wavering as he struggles to support him. A laugh escapes him, however weak, as he looks up at Caliah, "Of course I'm fine. Never better...bah combat? No one's going to throw snowballs!" he says, waving it off as he begins to move. "Come on, try to catch u--" he says and falls silent, cut off as he collapses, fainting from exhaustion.

<OOC> Caliah says, "omfg"
<OOC> Caliah says, "exhausted from falling XDDD"
<OOC> Vandre says, "sob"
<OOC> Caliah says, "*rapes Vandre and zips her pants* sob"
<OOC> Vandre says, "rofl"
<OOC> Vandre says, "sob no stamina"
<OOC> Caliah says, "definition of a quickie sob :X"