Cheers and Catchin' Up!

[hecklinghare]

Who: Bugs Bunny hecklinghare and The Summer rebull
When: Backdated to the 16th I believe
Where: The Island!
Style:Both? Either! Neither o.o!
Status: CLOSED

It was pretty cold up on the island, even Bugs could tell that.Lucky for him he had a nice permanent fur coat to keep him warm. He simply dawn a pair of baby blue ear muffs and a matching scarf before riding up the elevator. This was actually only his second time up on the island; and just like last time the weather wasn't at her nicest.

"Oh well,tings could be woirse."

He was still trying to figure out why he was so willingly going up to meet Lysunder...it wasn't as though Bugs actually had a good concept of friendship. The whole bosom buddies thing tended to end oddly for him. OF course he was still in good spirits, actually anticipating the meeting...

"Which is da screwy part." The doors opened and he stepped out, smirking when the expected blast of cold air and snow turned out to just be a small, cool wind.

"So much fer timing...tanks Vatheon...er..." He glanced around, "If dis place still counts like Vatheon."

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[rebull]

"Best? Big thing back where you're from?" Throws his own snowball up, catching it as he looks back to Bugs. "Sports a normal human thing too then?" A chuckle, raising a brow.

"Don't get hit, think I uh, think I can manage. Think you're a match? How you hop, Bugsy baby?"

[hecklinghare]

He follows the snowball with his eyes, "Yeap. S'what everyone looks forward ta every spring." Bugs grins, "Oh yeah, dey play all kinds a sports." He holds up his hand, counting them off with his fingers, "Der's wrestlin', football, basketball, baseball a course...tennis. Uh...rugby if yer the tea drinkin' sort."

Of course, now that he's gotten into this he's lost track of the snowball, "Huh?"

[rebull]

"Huh-" A pause, catching the snowball again and looking to Bugs. "Some of those sound ... familiar." Maybe he should read up on more than humans and animals from Earth, look at more cultural stuff.

"Ah-" A grin, stepping back, stopping his playful tosses with the snowball.

"Yer hop. High enough, fast enough ya think?"

[hecklinghare]

"If dis stuff ever clears out, I can show ya baseball. It'll be basic wit jus' two of us but you'll get da idea."

He shakes his head once the snowball is stilled and pulls his big rabbit feet out of the snow and wiggles his toes. "Aw, my hop ain't nothin' to brag about." Except it was, but that would give away part of the game.

"Jus' hope ya got up eoirly enough ta out smart dis little rabbit." Or he could brag a little.

[rebull]

"I'd like that, it'll be good to get most active again." And not just the sparring/fighting kinda active either.

Hey man, Summoner communed with him once, he has an idea of what Bugs can do, not that he ever ever ever wants to commune with him again, what a trip.

"Well, I got a few tricks, none of 'em new to use, but hey, when you're experienced enough, the old tricks can work just as good."

[hecklinghare]

Yeah, Bugs'll like that. Swords fights are for pirates and knights. Not awesome bunnies. Also, Bugs' mind is just to amazing; no one would be able to handle it.

"Whatever ya use kid, it'll be new ta me." He reaches behind him, thankful for the chance to do something silly, and places a Napolean hat on his head. "I warn ya, dis, means war!" Have another snowball, Lysunder.

[rebull]

Not bunnies? But Bugs really could do anything he wanted and has pretty much. Summoner actually thinks Bugs' mind is spectacular, he just hasn't had a lot of experience communing with his type. Maybe he'll have to try again, just devote some time to it, if Bugs allows it of course.

Wow he doesn't really get that at all but the hat looks kinda familiar? Troll Napolean you say? Hm, yes, no, maybe. Hard to say, either way he's smiling and quickly moving to duck behind a tree.

"But but Bugs, I'mma lova not a fighta!" Chuckles, peeking around the tree, snowball ready.

[hecklinghare]

So long as there is a fore warning, he won't say no. Of course Bugs can't give all his secrets up; they haven't all been written yet! Bugs grins a little and tips the hat back, eventually it'll fall off but he's keeping it on for now. The snow'll hit the tree and Bugs snaps his fingers.

"Well ain't it said dat everyting is fair in eider a those?" Bugs isn't really hiding behind anything. He prefers the dodge and roll method.

Or the jump into a convenient hole method. Both are good.

[rebull]

The next time Bugs'll see him, Summoner's lifting up into the air and grinning wide as he chucks a snowball at him. Well, he'll see him, or not, who knows yet. He WILL know from what direction when he yells though.

"Heads up!"

[hecklinghare]

"Eh?"

Bugs' ears stand up and then he realizes that oh yeah, the guy can fly. He'd have to be trickier. He turns and sees mostly the snowball coming at him.His ears wilt a bit, "Yipe." And there's a small explosion of snow before he shakes his head.

His whiskers twitch and he smirks, winding his arm up into a blur and aiming the snowball where he heard the shout come from.

[rebull]

All snickers when the snowball hits and soon he's feeling the same. A small pressure where the ball hits his torso, snow bursting there from the hit. He quickly moves out of that spot from the sky after, landing again, a bit more hidden by trees.

It's silent, hm...

Where'd he go? Maybe you hear some rustling from the right?

[hecklinghare]

He points towards where Lysunder was, "Hehe, bulls-eye." Yeah that was bad but it was so readily available he couldn't help himself. Now he taps his chin again before his ear twitches. He turns to his right, eyes a little narrowed.

Bugs starts towards the sound, another snowball in his hand, "Olly, olly oxen free. Where'd ya head off to, kid." take about out of role experience. Bugs' usually isn't the hunter.

[rebull]

"The jokes, Bugs! You're killing me." He finally says, starting to laugh his ass off as he listens to him. But now Bugs has an idea of where Summoner is, he may not be there for long though since there's some rustling of leaves and branches.

"Head off to? Not trying to leaving you high and dry." That's a skinning joke, sorry, but it fit so well.

[hecklinghare]

Ear twitch and Bugs follows the sound, the laughter is doing them both good and he can't help a sneaky smirk. He waggles his finger at the flying troll, "Tut, tut der, Bullhorn. No sense tryin' ta get under my skin. I ain't lettin' ya off dat easy."

More snowballs...maybe something else made out of snow would make this easier more fun. Like...a tank.

[rebull]

Just a laugh and a wink, showing himself from between trees. "Under your skin? Why- little old me?"

[hecklinghare]

Ha! Though Bugs seems busy building something out of the snow. "Aw, dat almost makes ya sound innocent, kid." Do trolls have canons? Because, somehow, what Bugs is building is starting to resemble one.