Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170629185743

(S9) Leontyne sits up. "A fair? With a combat competition?  Now that sounds like fun!  What's the top prize?"

"I believe you are disqualified, Your Eminence," a voice says, entering the room. A Harpy enters, looking somewhat different than the others. Strong feet with short, powerful talons poke from beneath some very fluffy, white feathers. She has the same bearing as a Hakutaku---she is intelligent, no doubt, but there is a warmth about her.

Leontyne gestures. "Oh, right. Everyone, this is Odessa Aventail, my court astronomer and all-around soothsayer.  She's an Owl Harpy."

The Owl Harpy gives a little bow. "Greetings! A pleasure to meet you all.  And as I was saying, " she turns to Leontyne, "It doesn't behoooove a provincial leader to simply throw in her lot with other combatants.  It wouldn't look...stately."

"Well, lemme ask you this," Leontyne looks to Kittycut. "I take it the only weapons allowed are Demon Silver, right?

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Thomas shakes his head. [Don't worry about that part. As long as you're with me, nobody will say anything. At least, I don't think so. I've never tried it, honestly.] He sits down on a stone bench, looking at the setting sun. [If I might ask, where are your parents now? Your father sounds as if he was very influential. It's likely my father would have known of him, if not having known him personally.]

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Xuxia grins. "Ha! That was a good one.  These?  These are our instruments.  We keep 'em in displacement bags that the Grandmistress gave us.  See?"

She ooens the bag, which is only about the size of a melon, and pulls on the rim, making its opening stretch open further than it would appear to naturally. She sets it on the ground and, grunting, pulls up an enormous drum with a matching stand. 

"See? Pretty cool, huh?  Ive got a whole set of these inside!"

"She's got it worse than me. I only have to worry about one instrument and one stand." Lin says.

"Yeah. But Biyu's the really lucky one," Xuxia says, wiping her nose with a finger. "One lousy flute. You'd think she'd me more competitive and carry a dozen or so."

"Oh, Xu, do stop," Biyu says, giving a cross look.