[Rise of the Undead Army] [in person]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[People who're paying attention may notice someone in enough white to almost blend in with the snow, out hard at work starting late-evening, gathering up snow for some unknown project.]

[By morning, the manor is surrounded by a large number of snowmen.]

[Some have intentionally broken-off treebranch-arms, others are missing eyes; the faces are scribed in some semblance of jack-o-lantern malformed grimaces, and a few have pieces taken out of them here and there.]


[It's a zombie snowman horde.]

[And off across the grounds, where the camp was last week, just after sunrise, on top of a snowpile, there is a Soma, doing his best evil overlord maniacal cackle. He's actually quite good at it.]

RISE, MY MINIONS!! RISE AND FEAST ON THE LIVING!!!

[The maniacal laughter then starts breaking up into less sinister giggling as much as cackling.]

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[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

What is going on here?

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[Soma's still giggle-cackling on top of his snowpile, though he's not doing such a good job of Standing Dramatically.]

I am the overlord of the great evil snow hordes!

[The scary part is, HE'S SOBER. And nineteen.]

[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

You do realise it's easy to destroy these right?

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[He's still laughing. Maybe less maniacally.]

Yeah, I know ... snowmen make a lousy army ... but they're less gross than zombies! [ :D ]

[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

So, you think you can take over this place with this?

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[Wait, you're kidding right?]

[...You're not kidding are you.]

[Big grin, and a bit of a bewildered snerk.]

Not really.

Geez, is everyone around here this serious?

[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

If this was a joke, it's not a very good one.

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooow.]

[And he thought Alucard was a stuffed shirt sometimes.]

It's ... snowmen. I can't even animate them or anything, and even if I wanted to, I'd have to be sorta stupid to try to do it with an "army" of sculptures a five year old could knock over. [Especially when technically he could have an extradimensional demon fortress at his command.]

[Are you sure you're serious? I mean ... damn.]

[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

Then why do it?

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . . [you are actually starting to worry him.]

[Even if the "you poor thing" way may not be part of what you expected.]

The looks on people's faces in the morning?



Though so far it's been ... really ... sorta sad.

[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

Maybe there is a reason no one has got it.

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

. . . . [He thinks for a minute.]

...Why would someone not get that zombie snowmen are a joke?

[Sorry, you lost him there.]

[nextfourteenth.livejournal.com]

Depends on the person. Some might have a history of them being actually real.

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris is walking out of the manor and just sort of...

...what is this, I don't even.]

[He's lost it. He's completely lost it. She's just going to facepalm and mutter slightly.] You're an idiot. [She's not smiling behind that hand at all, noooo.]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

I'm an evil overlord! [He's correcting her while grinning like a loon and in between massive gigglefits.]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Shaking her head.] No, no, you look like an idiot from over here. [She Is Totally Not Smiling What Are You Talking About.]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

HAH!!!

Dignity is overrated! [Yep. Still giggling like a loon.] An evil overlord needs it not!

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[...Tris is raising an eyebrow, and--]

[You know, you're probably not expecting that snowball! And she's sort of ducking into the Manor tum te tum tum, nope, didn't throw it, what are you talking about?]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[Oh he wasn't.]

[He'll be blinking and wiping snow off his face for a minute - more than enough time for her to get back inside.]

[...But I'm pretty sure a victory cheer wasn't the reaction she was expecting.]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[You know, it really wasn't, and it just sort of cements the "Soma, you are a giant floofy idiot." idea.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[A bullet goes through the face of one of the snowmen]

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[Mello's leaning out the window with his gun]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[He's actually managing a break in the lunatic giggling to wibble up at the window.]

[YOU HAVE MADE THE SOMA ... SORTA LOOK SAD.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello rolls his eyes]

SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO WORK!

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[...The wibble breaks up in a very funny look.]

On WHAT?!

[Dude? Seriously? You're in a manor in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers. It's like an enforced vacation.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Getting out of here! IDIOT!

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[You are getting linefaced at. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?]

Riiight and I'm sure sitting in your room doing whatever you're doing is the magic key to extradimensional metaphysics.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

IT'S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS WHAT I'M DOING!

[Although a thin trail of smoke accompanies him, drifting out the window into the pale sky]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[...Okay now he's laughing.]

What're you gonna do, try to light the barrier on fire? Or blow it up? After the fireworks I threw at that wall, you're gonna be wasting your time.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello snuffs out the flame angrily]

Wouldn't you like to know!

[It's neither of those as he's already tried them, that's just a left over]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[As "impressive" as all these maimed snowfolk were, Light isn't convinced that what this unfamiliar person needs right now is praise. In fact....]

.....Um... Mister, are you alright in the head?

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

ABSOLUTELY NOT!!

[And he's giggling again.]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light takes a few a lot of steps backwards. The "strange, potentially dangerous adult" warning alarm keeps going off. When he's quite sure he's within earshot of the residents of the manor should he need to call for help, he stops.]

...Maybe you should go to the hospital.

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

Naaaah. They wouldn't know what to do with me.

[Grin!] [He's harmless really! ...okay so he's bad at that but he is!]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Light's not convinced at all.]

They have a higher chance of succeeding than you using zombie snowmen take over the world.

[There would be an implied "Taking over the world is my destiny" thrown in there if he were older, but Little Light has other pressing issues on his mind like learning kanji.]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[...You're starting to get a very, very boggled look.]

Please tell me you don't think I was serious about that.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

...Well it wasn't very funny...

[Yeah, see that Soma? Baby Light's sense of humor is the same as Older Light's sense of humor. NON EXISTENT.]

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[He's settling back on the snow-mound as if it were a throne almost and kinda smug.] Wow. Here I thought kids were the first to appreciate the absurd.

[Well, that, and there's some private personal joke to it all, but that's just a bonus.]