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[leatheredlion.livejournal.com]

Who: Squall, Open
When: Afternoon
Where: Snow Village
What: Snowboarding
Warnings: TBA



It had taken Squall a while to build up the courage to attempt snowboarding for fear of looking like a complete idiot. But once he had tried it, he realised it was a lot of fun and he was actually pretty good at it.

So far he had spent much of the morning out in the snow. It was nice to take a break from things. Of course, by 'take a break' it meant using the laptop whenever he was back at the inn to catch up on work - usually in the early hours of the morning when Rinoa was asleep.

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[immoralkuja.livejournal.com]

Kuja's face didn't so much as twitch when he heard the word brother, but inwardly he was laughing. And why not? A man who lied easily and believably, he was quite content to go along with the ruse. "Well, father always did take us here during the summer, so I guess we oughtn't be too surprised to run into each other," he observed, leaning down to collect his snowboard from where it had ended up sticking halfway out of a snowdrift. "How have things been back in Bevelle? The last time I talked to him he was so mad he could spit."

And then the man that he least wanted to see showed up. Kefka. Oh hell. What was he even doing here?

Fortunately, the jester appeared to be distracted by Squall. Kuja took the opportunity to add, sotto voce: "Perhaps we should catch up someplace else instead of holding up the line here, mm?"

By which he meant, of course, somewhere away from Kefka. Feigning consideration for the man behind them provided an excellent excuse to leave while Kefka was occupied with Squall's own family resemblances.

[black-masamune.livejournal.com]

"He was raving when I left. You wouldn't believe how long that man can scream without turning blue from lack of air." he chuckled. Naturally, he was delighted to see Kuja picked up on the little game with no effort at all.

Of course, that delight was smashed into a billion pieces to fall right down the mountain as a garish figure from the nightmares of children suddenly appeared. Sephiroth clenched his ski pole so hard it would have snapped the thing in two had it been made of weaker stuff than metal.

He just couldn't get away from the clown, could he?

"Agreed, brother. Let's be on our way..." He turned and pulled his scarf up around his mouth to protect it from the chill. No sooner had he finished the minute preparation, he kicked off from where he stood and sailed right on down the snowy slope.

[immoralkuja.livejournal.com]

Kuja had thought simply to walk away, perhaps even to head inside where he couldn't see his breath fogging the air, and so when Sephiroth flew off downhill he was quite taken aback. He was still dusted with snow from his previous boarding attempt and was quite convinced that it would soak through his furs eventually.

On the other hand, it was faster than leaving on foot. As Kuja dropped the damned board he heard Kefka say something about a--band?

Oh, whatever. He wasn't that curious to know what the jester was blithering about now. The Genome snorted and gave the board a push to get it going. After what had happened before he didn't entirely trust his ability to balance on the stupid thing, but this time around he had good incentive to not go flying into a snowdrift. Down he went, the wind a thousand tiny, frigid icicles stabbing him in the face, and was gone.

Add this to his list of things he never thought he'd experience: snowboarding down a mountain with Sephiroth to escape the ramblings of an insane clown. At least he hadn't fallen this time.

[black-masamune.livejournal.com]

At the base of the mountain, Sephiroth skidded to a complete stop. The crowd waiting for the skiers and snowboarders at the bottom both cheered and shrieked as the tidal wave of snow he kicked up pelted them. The silver-haired man just rolled his eyes behind his goggles.

'I wonder how Kuja fared.' he thought. An amusing thought of Kuja doing faceplant after faceplant in the snow as he made his way down the mountain brought a slight smile to the man's face. If only he knew how to work a video camera, and if only he had one on his person. He could just imagine the chuckles on his end, and Kuja's indifferent snorting on the other.

[immoralkuja.livejournal.com]

Kuja's surroundings ran together into a blur as he picked up speed, zig-zagging unsteadily down the mountain. For such a graceful man, he was quite ungainly out here on the slopes. It was a wonder he hadn't fallen again, but he had plenty of incentive not to; all dignity put aside, taking a spill now would hamper his escape. And so he didn't take one, the colors flashing past him as he went, white snow, blue sky, brown tree, brown tree, white snow again, another tree, was that a fucking moogle on the course?

The onlookers gasped as an explosion of fire sent the little animal flying fifty feet into the air, and Kuja, having opted to blast it out of his way rather than attempting to steer around it, zipped out from the smoke it had left behind. He was almost to the bottom, and Sephiroth was already there, he could see, and had the General found his dire lack of snowboarding prowess amusing? Doubtlessly. Were their roles reversed, he would have been amused.

Closer yet. Now, how did one stop this thing without crashing it? He had no idea, really.

It may have been simple coincidence, but the Genome, now moving so quickly that he was almost a blur himself, was on a collision course with Sephiroth.

*died at the moogle part*

[black-masamune.livejournal.com]

The crowd may have gasped, but Sephiroth just chuckled and looked away. He didn't like to be seen laughing, and if Kuja saw him laughing at him...well, he'd be quite the pissed peacock.

Of course he noticed his "brother" heading straight for him, as did the other people around him. Sephiroth, not surprisingly, looked unconcerned with it. He turned quickly and propelled himself off to the side, leaving Kuja to crash into the people if anything.