Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180203064703

(Hound) When Marcus looks, however, he finds nothing but Aua's weapon in the indention she soft indention she made in the couch. In the reflection of the metal he sees the Sword Spirit making the motions of snoring and being sprawled out in drunken sleep.

Sheba purrs as she snuggles up to Samia, but yanks away as Dom's shot bounces off the table and towards a cup...she's too slow as the ball plops into its target.

"Well that's a shot made up. I bet I can pull this team from the brink!" Dom declares as Sheba tosses the ball to Martha, who barely catches it.

"yYaa, yeee." Martha slurs, "Pirate hero guy...'r whutjava."

The wasted werecat takes her shot, and it bounces too. With Sheba at the ready this time the Sphinx snaps the ball from its target, but Martha's Luck wouldn't be deterred.

The ball flies away, bouncing off a passing demons tush. The blue flesh it strikes jiggles as it launches the ball up just above the crowd, where it's caught on a passing Sylph's wind current. It flips around, before finally falling much too far from the cups. Just before it hits the ground, however a powerful fart from a dwarf passed out on the ground below it launches it like a cannonball up at an arch into the cups.