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[beautiful_monster]

WHO: Yurio and YOU
WHERE: Heropa public park
WHEN: May 12th
WHAT: Yuri's just been returned from getting a power update, and now he's PRACTICING
WARNINGS: None foreseen

[It's been a full day since anyone's seen or heard from Yuri, but anyone who might have worried can put their fears to rest now. There are scattered reports surfacing on Bwitter about snow blanketing a corner of the park in spite of the comfortable 70 degree weather. The coating of snow pretty patchy and doesn't spread out very far, but it's more than enough to keep the blond Russian at the center of it delighted.

Yurio's settled in the center of the patchy snowscape to work on putting together a snowman, rolling up as much of the melting snow as he can and occasionally magicking up a fresh mound to work with. There are plenty of these small snowdrifts left sitting around just waiting to be made into snowballs or another snowman, but it's just so much easier to make a new drift right beside himself instead. Once he's satisfied with the basic structure he steps back to consider the decoration, turning to glance at whoever happens to be nearby.]

Hey, you don't have anything that'd make a good nose or eyes on you, do you?

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[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi had heard the rumors floating around Bwitter, but he had other things to worry about than what was probably some new guy checking out his new powers. He had his face buried in paperwork for an investigation he was working on, crutch thumping dully against the pavement... and then crunching? ]

[ He still didn't pay it much mind, until he heard the familiar voice. His head whipped up, but... that meant what little attention he was giving his crutch was completely off of it. It slipped on a patch of snow, pitching him forward onto the ground and making him land on his face with a pained noise. At least he managed to keep his injured leg up in the air... his knee taking the brunt of the impact instead. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri almost feels bad for him. Almost. It doesn't look like he's hurt himself worse, so there's no point in wasting concern on him as far as Yuri's concerned.]

What the fuck, Detective Creep? You shouldn't be wandering around on ice with crutches.

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi let out a pained groan, not even addressing his new nickname at the moment. ]

Nngghh... why is there even ice here, it's almost summer...?

[ He finally lifted his head then, bits of gravel clinging to his face as he looked around at the patches of snow around. How was it not melting...? ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Wordlessly, Yuri lifts one hand with the palm up. A silvery blue glitter swirls up in the center of it, quickly coalescing into a snowball.]

[lempereur]

[ In the short time he's been here, Yusuke has already become a regular at the park in Heropa. Nothing against his roommates, they were all getting on nicely, in fact, but he liked it out here. It was peaceful. A pleasant backdrop on which to draw.

Even when it was snowing, for some reason. He didn't mind the cold, being someone with ice powers himself. The oddity of it all was inspiring. There seemed to be so many contradictions in this world, about an endless number of things, but he never expected the weather to be one of them. ]

Hmm?

[ Yusuke was lost in his work, as always. Someone was asking him about eyes? ]

I have a drawing of a mask, if that would do.

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri pauses, considering the offer for a moment. It would look weird...but maybe it'd be a cool kind of weird.]

Sure, that'll work well enough.

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke flips his sketchbook a few pages back, and neatly tears out a penciled drawing along the perforated line. It's of his mask from back home, only scratched and chipped along the edges, and a crack from ear to eye crudely patched together with duct tape.

It's probably a little much for a snowman. ]

You may keep it.

[beautiful_monster]

[Perhaps it'd be too much for anyone other than an edgy teenage boy, but Yuri thinks it looks totally awesome. What's more, even if he's not an artist himself, he can certainly appreciate the skill that went into drawing the picture.]

Hey...are you sure I can use this? It's really good. It's just going to get wet and ruined if I put in on the snowman.

[generalgrievous]

[Grievous had spent the majority of his first few days in Heropa brooding in his room over the entire strange situation. He now had the ability to transform between three different forms but for now he was sticking primarily with the most familiar cyborg version. Despite some issues, the other two felt weaker with worse issues so even though it does earn him some odd looks as he walks out of the house and around the town, he doesn't change it. He finds himself at the park, noticing the odd weather when he hears a voice.]

Are you addressing me?

[beautiful_monster]

[Yurio starts to answer, but whatever he was about to say dies in his throat when he actually takes a good look at who he's speaking to. HOLY SHIT this guy looked completely awesome. Like some kind of final boss out of a video game!]

I—uh. Yeah...but, I mean, if you don't have anything that's fine too!

[generalgrievous]

What do you want with someone's eyes?

[There's a miscommunication here as the seven feet tall cyborg steps closer.]

[beautiful_monster]

—Not real eyes! Just, you know, fake ones!

[He gestures at the unfinished snowman as if that explains everything.]

To finish this guy.

[fourlevels]

[ Except before Yuri can turn to see the person who wandered almost aimlessly into the park to see why snow was on the ground, he'll get a snowball lobbed at the back of his head. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[He stumbles but maintains his balance and whips around with an indignant cry.]

Who the hell did that?!

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, hands cold and wet from the quickly-melting snow, looking every bit a petulant child right down to the whiny tone of his voice. ]

You made us worry!

[beautiful_monster]

Ah.

[That's right... He'd been so excited, he forgot to text them when he got back.]

Look, I only got back an hour ago! All the rest of that time—that wasn't my fault!

[nextlevel]

[ Oh thank god. 24 hours isn't long to be gone, but in a place like this - Yuuri had been worried sick. He just about races up to Yuri when he spots the kid. ]

-- Yura! Are you all right? W-where were you?

[beautiful_monster]

[Oh, shit. Yuri actually manages to look apologetic when he spots Yuuri approaching, and he steps away from the snowman to face him.]

Hey... Sorry, I was at home. Our world home. I only got back here a little while ago. [And forgot to text either of the other skaters about his return. Whoops.]

[nextlevel]

[ He makes an aborted gesture towards him, as if he was going to hug him. Then stops. ]

Ah ... that's a relief. We were so worried about you.

[burlyboy]

You know more magic?!

[ Magnus almost sounds offended, but truth be told, he kind of is. He already thought that Yurio's floor-skating powers were pretty rad, and now he can manifest snow? It doesn't sound very useful, but it is super cool, and Magnus is already jealous.

(It is, in fact, a good thing that Magnus cannot manifest snow, because he would spend too much of his time doing so out of fascination, and all of his surroundings would wind up irreparably soggy.) ]

How did you learn this one? [ Magnus does, however, make himself useful by leaning down and finding a shard of brightly coloured glass (green; from an abandoned beer bottle) and shoves it into the middle of the snowman's non-existent face as a particularly colourful, flat nose. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri grins smugly in the face of Magnus's offense. That's right, he just got even cooler, and there's nothing anyone can do about it!!]

The porter gave me an upgrade! Sent me home for a little while, and when I came back— [He makes a sweeping gesture, unleashing another spray of snow from his fingertips as he does so.]

[burlyboy]

Bullshit!

[ He still sounds a little excited, though, because if he can't use magic, the next best thing is the ability to watch showboaters use magic. He catches some of the snow in the palms of his hands and scoops a little more off the ground, idly packing it into a snowball. ]

Is it just snow, or can you use ice too?

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail watches the snow and the man playing in it with curiosity. It's not the strangest power she's seen. It sill amazes her how open some people are with their abilities. He may as well being wearing a flashing neon sign that read import, and yet he doesn't seem concerned in the least. He looks like he's having fun. She smiles when he speaks to her and at the same time, she makes a mental note to be more subtle when people watching in the future.]

No. I left my carrots and coal at home.

[She is joking, but not in a mean spirited way. She's beginning to see the appeal. Building snowmen is a reminder of childhood and innocent times. She supposes there's nothing wrong with having fun on occasion. If she acts carefree often enough, she might even start to feel it.]

We could find something to use. Some pebbles for the eyes and mouth. We won't be able to find a pine cone around here, so maybe a stick for the nose?

[beautiful_monster]

[It's not a bad joke—good enough to draw a small chuckle and a grin out of him. The suggestions seem to meet his approval too. He glances away for a moment to scan the ground for anything that looks useful.]

A stick, huh? Not a bad idea. As long as it's not so big that it just falls off again.

[am_i_a_monster]

We can always break the stick if it's too big.

[Abigail says with a shrug, and bends down, picking up a few pebbles. She straightens up.]

"These bigger ones might make good eyes."

[She holds them out.]

You're not going to start singing Let it go, or name this guy Olaf, are you?

[That had been a popular movie when she'd gone into hiding back home.]