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[rules_the_north]

Planning a Lan party tonight. Who's interested?

Bring your own beverages.

Action

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[Björn is sitting in the hedge maze, assuming that he will be undisturbed there, and working on what looks like a small wooden box that has fine, crafty carvings on it. He's currently adding paint and ornaments.]

Action

[moimin_papa]

[But not for long! Timo has Björn sensing abilities or he just asked where he was last seen. But he does come bearing coffee.] Nalle? Oooh! Did you make that? [This in response to the box, and he'll lean over to take a closer look, briefly forgetting about the coffee in his hands. Sorry if he spills any.]

Action

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[The taller boy will scramble to cover the box with his hands as quickly as possible, which makes him oblivious to the spilling coffee.

Which means that the next thing that he knows is a burning sensation on his shoulder. He's had worse, the scar tissue on is arm is proof of that, but OUCH

there might be a little yelp here as the pain hits his nerves and he flinches.]

Action

[moimin_papa]

[Timo swears, but his hands are too full of mugs, carefully held by the handle so he won't burn.] I'm so sorry! Ah, let me... [Giving up, he just puts the coffee down on the grass, hoping that it won't spill. He forms a loose bullet between his hands and fires it at the grass before scooping it up and pressing it to the outside of his clothes to counteract the burn.] Sorry, Nalle. Are you all right?

Action

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[NO HE MADE HIS WIFE CRUSH FRIEND WORRY

At least this distracts him from the injury?] 's no problem. [He won't stop the other boy from what he is doing but try to convey that really, it isn't bad - the ice really helps a lot.] Coffee? [Operation distract Timo: Start. Maybe it will work. He knows he's bad at small talk and has no clue what to say if this doesn't work, but coffee would be great and also something to talk about... but what does one say about coffee, other than that it is good - well, he could thank Timo for it if there isn't enough chatter to change the subject from Timo's side. And then... and then he will think of something. But yes. Thank him, that is a plan.]

[moimin_papa]

Mmm, I thought you'd been out here for a while so you might want some. What did you hide out here to work for anyway? [He's distracted enough to calm down, but not enough to pull his hands away, holding the ice in place until it melts.] The blue mug's yours.

Action

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[So you were assigned a group work together with Björn, and now that your teacher has told everyone to get into their groups, he's coming over to your desk and pulling himself a chair... but not sitting down yet, just staring down at you as if he is intending to eat you.]

[lykkelig]

[ It's not fair that he'd have to suffer through this at school as well. It's enough that he'll have to do quite a bit of it at home.

Vil will just stare back for quite a while, though, his glare will never be quite as intense as Björn's. Eventually he'll give a loud snort. ]

Ya gonna sit down or are ya waitin' fer me ta pull a chair fer ya?

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[His glare will just intensify, but he sits down and puts the worksheets on the table.]

Have y' done this before? [He has, but they weren't in the same class back home so while he assumes that both of them know roughly the same things he can't actually know.]

[lykkelig]

[ Vil's glare will die away with having something to actually work with. And he grabs the paper, going through it with brows arching up. ]

Mmn, yeah. D'we have ta do it again? [ Curiously, he's looking at Björn now with a bit wider eyes. He'd know, right? ]

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[Björn shrugs.] They're slower h're. [Which is probably a yes. They'll just have to do what they are doing here. At least it shouldn't be hard to get good grades that way?]

[lykkelig]

[ Yawning, Vil slumps over the desk and pushes the papers to Björn. He's already bored of this. ]

What's the point of doin' something again? We could just show them the scores from earlier, I guess.

action - no defined universe

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[Where is he? This is a strange, endless forest, and after a bit Björn decides that scaling the mountain that seems to be before him should be a good idea; maybe he can see where he is or someone can find him if he is higher up. So he'll just wander into the general direction of uphill.]

[snowguardian]

Jack wasn't entirely sure where he was, aside from that it was somewhere in Europe. Probably Scandinavia. It didn't really matter too much, because there were snow and woods and mountains, except for that there was a complete deficit of people. No one to freeze or trip or throw a snowball at, no one to believe in him. He wasn't really sure why he'd let the wind drop him here in the first place, aside from that it looked, well, peaceful. Maybe he'd come back here to hibernate in the summer.

When he hears the unmistakeable sound of skis, though, he glances up from his perch in a tree, before jumping out, letting the wind carry him towards the sound. The boy that he finds looks a bit old to be believing in him, but if anyone needs a dose of fun it's this boy. He scoops up snow as he flies after him, breathing into it, imbuing it with his magic to bring out people's sense of fun, but then lets it fly.

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Seriously, Jack, don't expect this guy to smile. You'll have a harder time with him than even with the Easter Bunny. That guy at least has the muscles for it.

Björn whirls around when the ball hits him, or at least tries to whirl around - a motion stemming from reflexes and not thinking, obviously, because it is just a really bad idea to turn around on the spot when you are wearing skis. It results in the boy getting off balance and falling, remembering at the last moment to throw his arms to the sides and not forward to keep himself from sinking down too deeply and break an ankle from landing in a bad position, or suffocating from getting his head stuck in the snow. For a moment he will just lie there, and then does an awkward rolling up and over, pulling his shoes out of the bindings and rolling himself on the skies. Once he has achieved that, he simply sits on them and...

...and. With the sudden rush of adrenaline fading, he blinks into the crisp winter air, and finds himself realizing that as stressful the fall and the subsequent self-rescue action was, it brought him to stop and actually look at his surroundings. Not that he paid no attention before, but... just sitting here and doing nothing else, it feels... elevating, in a sense. Timo would like this, wouldn't he? He should bring him next time. (And yes, there might be a very faint smile tugging at his lips from thinking about Timo.)

Odd. There must have been a sudden wind, or... it really did feel like being hit by a snowball. Surely that is his imagination, just a wind that hit him at an odd angle, but... He has to think of the stories that his mother used to tell him when he was little, and the many books that he read in that long summer before he met Timo, when his mother was busy with getting settled and he was mostly left to his own devices. Most of the books in the house that they had moved into were old, hand-downs from the childhoods of the first children that lived in the small post-war building. In some of them, King Frost, or King North Wind, or King Winter... had been mentioned, personification of the northern winds and the winter. Right then in the summer, that had seemed very far away, but the description had reminded him of the brother that he'd had to live behind - always up to mischief and trouble, though he seemed a lot older than Vil.

...if Vil could see him now, he would laugh. But his brother is an ocean away, and they haven't spoken in well over a year. There had been good reasons to start the silence - their fights had gotten out of hand, and when every conversation leads to a fight, Björn had figured, stopping with the talks was the only way out. Out here, where nobody can see him but himself, Björn can almost admit that he misses the idiot. Even though he is an idiot who is too loud and talks too much and has way too much energy. And too many ideas. And just.

And he still misses him. Sure, he also misses Sigurd and to a lesser extent Ari, but... they aren't his brothers, and while Sigurd is much more like himself than Vilmar (which isn't hard, really) and he gets along with the Icelander much better, he is not someone that he grew up with from birth...

Björn shakes his head and forces his thoughts to return back to the landscape, just looking. And then he picks up some snow and forms a ball out of it, aiming into one direction and then throwing it exactly the other way at the last minute. Nobody can see him, after all, so he can be a bit childish despite being already way too old for those things. He's not in elementary anymore! But here he is, throwing snowballs at imaginary people.

Because the next will follow right after, this time as far to the right as he can throw. If King Northern Wind is throwing things at him (sure, it was most likely nothing but he can pretend), he'll throw things at King Northern Wind. Someone who doesn't know him would probably think that he is looking quite threatening as he attacks empty air, but someone who knows him very well might see the playful tinge in his movements and expression.

[snowguardian]

Laughing when the boy is sent tumbling into the snow, Jack flies down a little closer, just to make sure that he's all right. They're a bit isolated up here, after all, and if he actually hurt himself so far from civilisation, Jack would have to help. But then the boy sat up, and Jack relaxed, putting his staff down in the snow and sitting on the top of him, watching. "So you're a thinker, eh?" He said, aloud. Well, he had to talk to someone, even if they rarely spoke back.

Chuckling at the snowball, he shook his head. "Missed me!" But it was enough to make him jump into the snow, bare feet barely leaving prints. He scoops up another snowball as he walks in closer, aiming at the back of his head again. At least this time he doesn't have to worry about him falling off his skis, since he's already on the ground. It's just a shame that there isn't anyone else to tease into this fight.

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Well, calling him a thinker is definitely a fitting description. But right now, he isn't thinking so much and more busy with forming a third projectile out of the snow - when he gets hit by something again. And this time he is sure that it can't have been the wind - and sure enough, when he raises a hand to touch the back of his head, there is snow on his gloves when he pulls his hand back.

Odd. He looks around, trying to see if there is anyone, but can't see a thing. Hm... Maybe it it really is the wind. Throwing snow balls. Right.

But the area is quite flat and he can see far enough to know that there are no humans around him anywhere, and... Even if it was a mutant who could use some kind of power to throw them farther, there just is nobody around. But he can't have imagined it this time, either. Well. Talking might help to draw them out either way, but what to say? "Hello" would just sound boring, like a bad movie. After a few moments of quiet consideration, he decides to settle with the thought that he had earlier. He finishes his snowball and aims it into the direction that he guesses the attack to have come from. "Stop that, K'ng Frost."

[snowguardian]

Jack's bending to scoop up another snowball when he hears his name and he freezes, the snow dropping from his fingers. The boy's snowball actually hits him, then, enough to knock him back a step in his startled state. "Well, 'King' is a new one, I've gotta admit." He says, as he brushes the snow off his jacket.

Rather than scooping up another snowball, this time he forms a snowflake between his fingers, and looks at the boy again, before blowing it towards him, the wind picking it up and carrying it to land on Björn's nose. "Do you actually believe in me, or are you just saying that?" He asks, stepping in closer, curious. If this boy does see him now, he'll be the oldest believer he's had so far.

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Björn goes a bit cross-eyes as he tries to follow that oddly large, single snowflake that seems to head directly for his nose with his eyes. It came ou of nowhere, but the timing... is certainly odd. Hm.

He's gotten a bit old to look for gnomes in the sauna and is in a typical 15-year-old crisis with religion right now, but somehow forces of nature are a lot harder to doubt for him, and while Kung Bore is technically not a force of nature (though people might well have developed him from one... which. What was that that existed before? Like they created cyclopes to explain the skeletons of elephants that they found in the mediterranean...)

Hm. What if there is someone there, and that someone is really who he jokingly guessed that were there? He remembers wishing that the winter would come around the year that they moved, so he could look out for all the winter creatures that had shown up in the books, and him and Timo even tried to look out for them, but they had never found them. But then, nobody can be everywhere, and if one was to meet the King of the North Wind, this would probably be a better place than the inside of a warm bedroom or just outside of a house that is too poorly isolated to not radiate warmth even so.

Considering the entity (should it really be there. He feels a bit silly for his rekindled hope to finally meet one of the beings that he wanted to meet so hard as a child, secretly tried to look out for years, but... There is nobody here to see him if he makes a fool of himself. Right?) didn't react with force to the first three snowballs, another one should not hurt the situation. He picks up another ball - and then halts. No. That might still look like agression, and if he is really that close...

"If y' 're really there, throw one." He holds up the snowball, feeling foolish but kind of hoping against hope that this would happen because ten years late but who cares.

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It's in the middle of a rather slow moment in the game, one of those times where you double-check your inventory and scroll back through the chat because nothing is really happening, that Björn's phone buzzes. He picks it up and flips it open, tilting his head slightly when he reads the message. "Meet me at the Gelateria Verona in twenty minutes." It's from Sigurd.

Odd. What does the other boy want? Björn tries to backtrack quickly, but there are no birthdays coming up, nor is there anything else that would need immediate attention... no, he really has no clue what kind of emergency it could be, but Sigurd usually only does those things when it is really important, so he'll do it.

He posts a short message into the chat, saying that he has to go really quickly, and logs out, shutting down the computer before running out and towards the ice cream parlor that Sigurd told him to meet him at.

[smor]

Sigurd is already waiting at the parlor by the time he sends the message, so if Björn plans on standing him up, then he's already a bit too invested to avoid such a thing happening. When the other arrives, he'll see Sigurd in a table in the corner, nursing nothing more than a glass of water for the moment.

He hadn't really expected to have this happen.

Actually, he was rather shocked by it, to be truthful. And he wasn't often caught unawares by things like this. It comes from being a rather quiet, observant sort. That said, it's difficult to observe certain things on the Internet, it would seem. It requires an outside eye to notice one thing or another. An outside eye which Sigurd did not possess, where his best friend did.

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You shouldn't think that one day, Vilmar would be the observant one between the three of them - Björn definitely wouldn't have thought it, which just feeds into him having no clue what is going on. Maybe there is something with Ari that Sig wants an outsiders perspective on, or... no, he can't really think of anything - if he needed to have something translated from Finnish, he could better have contacted Timo, because while they both speak it it is Timo's first language and for Björn it is only his a-close-second language.

"Hej." He'll sit down and make quick eye contact with the waiter to flag them down before going back to looking at the other boy, waiting quietly for an explanation to the sudden call.

[smor]

Sigurd doesn't even offer a verbal reply, merely giving a brief wave of his hand. He will, however, when allowed put in an additional order with the server as soon as Björn is done with his. After that, he's silent again, sipping his water without offering further explanation as to why he's summoned the other young man here.

This isn't unusual. Sometimes it merely takes awhile before he gets to a point where he wants to discuss whatever business needs discussing. It won't be a problem to do that over a milkshake, now will it?

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Nope. It's perfectly fine to just sit in silence until they get their orders, even though Björn is burnig with the need to know what is going on at this point. But he understands the need to find a good starting point so he won't force Sigurd to start before he is ready.