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[There are some tiny hoofprints in the snow around the castle.

There are also some high snowbanks on either side of the road leading out of the courtyard, and there might be a quiet, stifled laugh coming from one of them as you pass by. If you choose to keep walking and ignore it, there will be a snowball whizzing by. Maybe it hits you, or maybe it misses you completely.

Either way, the assailant is nowhere to be seen. As long as nobody looks behind the snowbank, that is.

In the meantime, this is written in the journal in a sloppy, left-handed scrawl:

Occasionally a tally mark will be added to either side.]

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[Not every bear in the castle is sentient and willing to distribute bottles of delicious soda. Molotov is coming back from checking up on her precious babies, white fur coat slightly dragging in the snow, when she sees a snowball go flying. She frowns, and turns to where it came from.]

Knock it off.

[There's nobody there!! How spooky.

A bit of snow falls off the top of this snowbank, though, like someone just brushed against it before she turned around.]

[Evan's been going on a lot of outdoor walks lately. As much as Paradisa reminds him of home, he still feels stifled remaining indoors all day, so he's out and about today, earmuffs on his ears, and a big fluffy winter coat on. He hears the giggle as he passes by, and he narrows his eyes, checking his surroundings before diving behind the opposing snowbank, sensing in his teen mind what was about to go down. With his back pressed to the snowbank, he pokes his head over the top of it, briefly.]

I don't know who you are, but you're on!

[Why does she keep getting hit by snowballs :(

Clem gasps, shaking the snow out of her hair. It's cold.]

Hey! Who did that?!

[She sighs, as this is obviously a child (or potentially her idiot husband being "cute"), but she doesn't want to be pelted with snowballs! She approaches the snowbank casually.]

You cannot hide from me, you know.

[There's a moment of stunned silence from the other snowbank, before a little red person with horns lifts his head over the edge with a slightly exasperated look.]

You're not supposed to do that.

[HEE HEE HEE, there is some snickering coming from behind this big mound of snow. He is not very good at this stealthy thing.]

[There is no response at first, and then SUDDENLY!!! there is a blur of red and Army khaki as this little guy runs out from behind the snowbank. He's throwing an armful of snowballs at her haphazardly as he dashes toward the other side of the path, to the other mound of snow.]

Justice!!

[Before responding, Evan lets fly with a snowball he's made, before peeking his own gray-skinned head over the edge.]

Oh yeah? I thought this was a snowball fight! Or aren't you man enough for the challenge?

[There's a silly confidence in his voice. Among many other things, Evan has never been in a proper snowball fight, just read about them and witnessed them on the grounds of the school, so he's entirely making it up as he goes.]

[Oh, someone's playing! Hmm, Clem can play, too. Maybe it's that nice elf she met earlier.

She smirks and quietly approaches the snow mound... to give it a great big shove.]

[Spike is wandering around in the snow, oblivious to what's going on, but the journal has made him pause to squint at it]

...What foes?

[Molotov instinctively dodges the snowballs as she processes what she's seeing. Is it... no way the castle would do it again...

She breaks into a grin and dashes after him, arms outstretched as if to catch him.]

No, evil!!!

[Swoosh!

That one was close! But the snowball only flies past right beside his ear. It is enough for Cloud to turn to where it came from--SPLASH! ... Alright that one hits him fully in the face.]

What the--

[SHRIEK!! He dives behind the other snowbank and quickly resurfaces, throwing the stash of snowballs he'd had already made back here.]

Evildoers beware! Here is the claw!

[Laughing, she dodges the snowballs again, getting hit only once or twice, and follows him into the snowbank.]

The claw is no match for me!

[Hellboy manages to duck the majority of the snowball, though some of it wings the tip of his horn. He doesn't seem to notice.]

It's a calculated ambush, not a snowball fight. Jeez. There's a difference.

[Oh no, he's out of ammo! He scrambles around for a second, trying to quickly form another snowball --]

Wrong! There is no match for justice! [whoosh -- pretty much he just winds up throwing a handful of unpacked snow at her instead.]

[PFFFTTT Hellboy gives out a little surprised yelp, as his carefully constructed fort caves in on him. He is small, okay. After a second, he pops his head out of the snow, his horns cresting before the rest of him, naturally.]

That's cheating.

[With a splutter, Molotov lets out a huge, fake wheeze, and falls to the ground, lying on her back.]

Oh no, you got me...

[YEAH!!! He climbs over next to her and places his flesh hand on her forehead, imitating the hissing noise of something burning with his mouth.]

Ksshhhhhh. Feel the claw.

[Hellboy pauses in harassing people to eye the journal, dictating back.]

There are foes everywhere. Enemies of justice!

[He is getting better at this aiming thing! But a little worse at the hiding thing -- he's ducked behind the snowbank, but the tips of his horns are visible over the top.]

[Molotov mimes a howl of pain, writhing comically.]

[He hops up onto his feet, hands on his hips, and poses heroically. Justice.]

[Swipes the snow off his face and peeks at the snowbank... Heeeey, there's someone there! What is it... a bug?]

I see you!

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