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SUMMARY: King Arthur needs to go meet with Queen Elphame. Celliwig holds a tournament to invite other people to come with during the communication and celebrate their newfound friendship. A temporary barrier was put up so the river is currently mostly impassible. After the departure from Celliwig last month, the people of Celliwig have been working hard to make the area around their town safe again from the angered specters. For now, there are makeshift barriers that are preventing anything from crossing the river, dead or alive, except over the Pure of Heart bridge. It will, at the very least, prevent more from coming over and overwhelming the land surrounding Celliwig again. The city is open and, while the Elphame traders have stuck around to help train people in the proper use and treatment of mounts, the safest way to speak to Elphame is through Celliwig's hall of mirrors. King Arthur, Merlin, and a couple of other members of the royal court entered to speak to Queen Elphame directly in order to find out what information she knew about the Calamity and to begin discussion of what it would take to reclaim Excalibur. With the magics of Avalon having recovered significantly enough to not be at risk of falling apart if some of the otherworlders leave while still maintaining the barrier to keep Avalon safe, they need to begin discussing action. At the same time, in celebration of King Arthur's arrival and a royal wedding within Celliwig, a tournament is underway! Celliwig's tournaments work a little differently, however, and focus on a little more than just combat skills-- a modern tournament for the modern person. (Though there is fighting as well, of course.) Celliwig's Top Talents Tourney hasn't been held in a good many years since it's been closed off, so everyone is invited to participate. Invitations have been sent to all of Camelot's residents. The tournament categories are as follows: Cutthroat Cooking - For the chef's out there! Compete against other chefs to show off who has the best culinary skills. All contestants start with 2,500,000G which will be theirs to lose through the course of the tournament. This money can be used to purchase sabotages to use on other chefs throughout the course of the competition. Vicious Vocals - Singing competition. Anyone may participate, there are no auditions. Each contestant will compete solo first, then have to do a competitive duet with another person who moved onto the second round. The final round involves performing and singing at the same time, so you may want to go find friends to give you tips between each round and help you come up with an awesome set-up that will wow the judges! Speed Sculpting - This one's for the artists! Celliwig is really big on art, in particular sculpture. Any decent sculpture can be sold whether it wins or loses. Sculpture form can be made with anything you want-- glass, sugar, and ice are popular choices in Celliwig because of the city's aesthetic, but any materials are possible-- plants, stones, clay, chocolate, fabric, whatever you want as long as it stands on its own after you're done creating. (You can use your magic to sculpt if that's what you want.) Melee Mania - Fight your fellow competitors one-on-one. Weapons and magic are both allowed. Healers will be paid generously for assisting after combat is finished. Familiar Feud - Let your familiar have a little fun and combat each other! They're the star of the show here and otherworlders are only there in a support role. Mario Party - It's literally a series of Mario Party games. If you win your block, you move onto the next round and so on. 4 max players per game. If you don't rage quit at any point, you get free energy drinks throughout the day because this party isn't stopping. Silent Assassin - This competition will take place throughout the course of the tournament. All competitors are kept confidential, but required to wear a hidden body cam so that the experience can be shared online for audience viewing later. All competitors are given fake weapons (paintball guns, rubber knives, and so on) with sensors in them and have to find and "kill" the other competitors throughout the tournament period. Anyone who shows up to either participate in or watch the tournament will receive 50% off a hotel room and a single (Potion) Counter-curse. How the tournament will be run is a little different from an OOC standpoint. Any characters can participate, but in order to determine a winner, we will need anyone who thinks their characters skill is great enough to win to comment to the name of the tournament they are entering HERE! If your character would have canon advantages in a category, write +1 advantage in your comment. (So if you are from an idol series, you'll have a leg up on singing, or if your character is a skilled assassin in their canon, they could gain a +1. It won't guarantee they win, but it will give them a leg up so we're not ignoring their skill!) If you do not think your character has any chance at winning, please do not comment. (Someone who's never cooked a day in their life isn't going to magically win the cooking competition, you know?) If you think/want your character to lose even if they may have skills, we do not need your information. This is only an RNG for potential winners. We will RNG the winners from those who comment for each competition as linked. ICly, anyone who wants to thread any part of it out, go for it! You can thread out watching, you can thread out participating, interfering, anything you want! Thread out having an intimate moment with a healer after a battle, a tearful failure and hurt/comfort consolation, buying a round of vodka flashes for your fellow losers. Whatever you want! Just have fun. SUMMARY: King Arthur & Co. are still in chambers. A woman shows up and claims they're in danger, argues with Glwelwyd that she saw it despite that those abilities are not possible right now. Players voted to determine the next course of this prompt. (This section may be skipped for prompts now, but is still posted for reference.) The day after the end of the tournament days, all seems well and peaceful as usual within the city of Celliwig. The mirror hall that King Arthur's party had gone into is still closed shut. The Hall is guarded by a 7 foot tall man with a long, scraggly beard and huge rippling muscles named Glewlwyd IV. (You may have seen him around at past events.) None may enter until negotiations are completed, and it is his sacred duty passed down by his ancestors to ensure that none shall pass his guard. Most in Celliwig won't even try, knowing the futility of such an action, which is why it is particularly peculiar that Gwion can be found yelling outside of the halls that they need to be let in. After an argument and a call to action, some other worlders chose to find Gwion and ask questions. "Listen to me, there's something wrong, you need to let someone in there! Look for yourself! I saw it!" "Time is frozen, the future cannot be seen. A dream is but a dream, not a prophecy. Disrespect from the people of Celliwig interrupting a meeting of the fae and King Arthur's party would spell much more certain fate. After one more failed attempt to get past him, the woman stomps off to a nearby bar to blow off some steam, and ends up posting to the AOL Network instead. The King's party is in danger. No one is allowed in or out, but they're going to die if you don't work together to get past Glewlwyd. You can ask how I know, but it's a real long story and we're real short on time, so I'm kind of going out on a limb here. I'll be at Celliwig's bar if anyone wants more details. SUMMARY: A very close battle ensues in front of the Hall of Mirrors, with the doors eventually being forced open to reveal a dark, possessed hall. Reflects prey on characters' deepest insecurities and anyone who falls victim to them are trapped within the reflections. King Arthur and the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror used to communicate with Elphame are possessed by angry specters trapped on Celliwig's side after the river barrier was put up. After the drama caused by Gwion's warning, the city of Celliwig is rather unsettled. There's an air of tension thick enough that you could hear a pin drop, and enough people who thought it was more important to protect the integrity and wishes of the fae than to worry about the unlikely chance that a seer had a vision while time was stopped. A large number of people have shown up to stand by Glewlwyd's side and defend the Hall of Mirrors, a show which will not be forgotten by the people of Celliwig... However, the strength in both numbers and battle goes to those wishing to enter the Hall of Mirrors. The battle is strenuous, a mixture of both Celliwig citizens and Camelot's otherworlders, and anyone wishing to play out part of it should put either defense or offense indicators in their prompt title to clearly attract those wishing to play out the fight. Those who manage to break through the line will make it into the Hall of Mirrors. The first and most notable thing once the door is open is that it's as dark as night. Not at all conditions for a meeting. And it's cold, condensation and fog forming at the door where the freezing night of the hall and the summer heat outside. It is not at all like it was the first time visitors were allowed in to place their Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul crystals in the mirror to communicate with Elphame. There is absolutely something going on, and those on either side of the battle may want to redirect their attention to the Hall. None of the party seems to be seen. Those who dare to venture forward into the hall will find themselves rather quickly at a loss for where the door went. There is a dim light still visible from it, highlighting the other people in the room and the edges of glass and mirrors throughout the hall. An eerie blue glow reflects through the number of the mirrors, but it seems to move about as if passing impermenantly. Those who try to chase it will find themselves further lost from the entrance, until they find themselves face to face with a reflection that doesn't seem to follow their own movements. This reflection will begin to speak with the character's voice, then immediately target the character's deepest insecurities. Every bad thought that they've thought of themself is fair game. If the character can remain calm and keep moving forward, then they will not fall victim to the trap. However, should they react with a burst of emotion, argue, or be unable to move forward when faced with their own insecurities, they will find themselves trapped in the mirror, replacing the reflection. Those who manage to pass the mirrors will find themselves at the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror. The communication is still open to what appears to be an ornately decorated, natural throne. The Queen is long since gone, having been escorted to safety to keep her safe from the cursed mirrors. Notably, every crystal lining the edge of this mirror seems to have been infected by the blue, almost spectral color. Approached, a chilling laughter echoes from the possessed mirror, but the laughter is finished by King Arthur himself, back turned and facing the mirror. He turns around and wields his sword, ready to defend the mirror, eyes filled with the same blue as the mirror. As more people approach, reflections of Arthur seem to walk out of the mirrors as well to fight more and more people. It's hard to tell which is the real one, so can you really kill him to get him out of the way and get to the mirror? Fight the small army of King Arthurs and gather enough death mages to exorcise the spirits out of the mirror.. or maybe just smash it. Did you think this was the last choice you'd make this week? Please refer to the plotting post for any additional plotting needs and to check added notes for the third prompt. Timeline-wise, the new/third prompt doesn't start until the 23rd. The poll for it is here.

Comments

[sighsheavily]

[Cecelia's ear twitches at that particular voice, but an effort to turn her head is stopped by a hand at the back of it. still, a little resistance comes by way of the heels of her palms pressing against glass, despite her fingers having already slipped through.

her reflection smiles unkindly at Darin, seemingly invigorated by the spike of fear in Cecelia.

airily:] False tethers feebly tied to the links of a broken chain. All you are is a testimony of exactly what was given up.

[Cecelia, through gritted teeth:] Stop--

All you knew and loved have died or forgotten, and you deem it better this way. Because it was never meant for you, my lady. Come--

[leicesters]

What's the difference? Everything about "Claude" is just an illusion anyway. But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Flayn? I'm just so smitten with your own secrets... Or I was. I'm only ever interested in people when there's something in it for me.

[Claude had just wanted to ignore the mirror and keep going, but he can't help but shoot his reflection a glare for bringing Flayn into it.]

Don't let it provoke you. [He turns his attention to her.] Gwion said Merlin is trapped in one of these mirrors -- if we smash them, that will only make the situation worse.

A1

[peninhand]

Yay~!

[ That exclamation? Is what escapes Monika's mouth when the cruel and heartless Lakitu takes one of Kadoc's star and gives it to her. Even so, she isn't laughing at all. Even though the round before that, she'd already stolen 30 coins from him. Not to mention she's in prime position to get a star next turn.

Still, she's not aiming to win this tournament at all. Sometimes, luck smiles at you, what can you say? She smiles at him apologetically. ]

If you roll a three you can completely reverse the situation you know.

[ A bowser space. The kind that can throw or make a game! ]

[leicesters]

Claude had lost track of Flayn somewhere in the Hall; one minute they'd been wandering through, side-by-side, the next, when he turned to check she was still next to him, it was just a fleeting reflection in the corner of his eye. She was gone.

"Flayn?" he looks around, grip tightening on his sword. He hadn't heard any sign of a struggle, so maybe one of them just got turned around... He backtracks, and soon follows the sound of two voices conversing to find Flayn and her own, distorted reflection, which she's moving toward... "Flayn!"

He grabs her shoulder and pulls her back, putting himself between her and the mirror.

"Listen to me. You're awake -- you've been awake this whole time."

Vicious Vocals

[peninhand]

You did great!

[ Monika isn't holding back at all. Of course, Maribelle isn't a world-class singer, but neither is she. That's not the goal here. The goal is to do your very best and enjoy yourself. Besides, with some frequent training, she could see her getting even better at it. ]

If your practice a little every day, you may be able to win this tournament next time it comes around.

[notcethleann]

Oh, very well. But it has no right to speak to you that way, Claude, or to say those terrible things about you. Please remember that I have seen your future, and you did not lead us to our dooms. You led us to victory.

[But it isn't so easy to just brush off everything the mirror said...after all, it was right about her. She did live an illusion for a long time. She kept who she was from everyone, even from her closest friends, and she remembers well how interested Claude was then to pick and pry at those secrets. But now she's dared to reveal her true self to him. What if he really doesn't find Flayn herself nearly as interesting as he found Cethleann wearing a Flayn mask, mysterious and unknowable?]

Ah, Claude...may I ask you a question?

hall of mirrors

[leicesters]

[Claude knew there would be tricks in here, but nothing could prepare him for what Byleth's reflection would show him. She'd always been something of a mystery to him, this Byleth of another Fódlan moreso, and the insight the reflection provides is... horrifying, to say the least.

Even more, knowing the accusation levelled at him was once true. It twists in his gut like a knife.]

You're not a monster, Teach, and neither is Edelgard. I've always thought of her as a fellow classmate, even despite everything, and you... [He falters, swallows and thinks better of saying anything more, before gesturing ahead down the hall.] Let's keep moving.

[mayoninofukucho]

[Good on Mukuro for following her "big brothers"! Hijikata fully trusts her to have his back, which makes it a little easier for him to go ahead unarmed. Being able to see ghosts usually helps with deceptions like this, but the fake Arthurs appear to have attained full visibility for anyone... Hijikata read that this often happens when ghosts are both powerful, which gives them the energy to manifest like this, and vengeful, which drives them to take on the appearances of others to deceive the living. But who knows if these aren't aren't yet another kind of entity?]

You've got blood magic, right? Can you tell which one is the real king?

[At this point the dark hall is pretty crowded with Arthurs and off-worlders alike, so Mukuro may have trouble telling all the living bodies apart, but if nothing else she may be able to determine if any Arthur who steps in their way is human or not. Hijikata is likewise overwhelmed. How is he supposed to exorcise the king if they can't find him? But he notices some other death mages pushing ahead towards the mirror, targeting it rather than Arthur.]

The mirror..?

[At first he doesn't understand why it should be given priority over the king, but there are people trapped inside the other mirrors (Merlin included) - maybe exorcising the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror will set them free? He decides to follow the others' example and head towards the crystal-framed structure, recalling the recitation-based exorcism spell he learned over the last few weeks.]

[notemergencyfood]

[OH, She felt that 'swoosh!' through her hair. The second she realized that was indeed an object meant to kill, she sqeaked loudly.]

YIKES!

[No time to think, she picked up the moon bunny and ducked 'swooshed!' through the air for cover.

After Della shouted her apology, Paimon peeked from her hiding spot and... uh-whhat??]

Wait. Ducks talk too?!

[Clearly this needs more attention.]

[leicesters]

[The reflection cuts in, addressing Claude before the real thing can respond--] What does the future matter here, with entire worlds hanging by a thread? How about that demon of a man out for your blood? While you're playing at friendship with everyone here, can you really trust Edelgard and Teach didn't kill you? No matter where you go, your life's just going to be one long struggle to survive.

--Be quiet. [Claude snaps at the mirror, the only visible sign he's struggling to keep his temper under wraps. He knows, logically, there's really no point getting angry at it, but it still riles him when these are all things he doesn't want Flayn to hear. He looks back at her, stern expression softening as he nods.] What is it?

[inemeraldfaith]

I assume everyone has an exception or two to whatever boundaries they have. Even if they aren't readily wearing that on the outside. But it's possible there are people who are so committed to their boundaries that they don't leave any room for exceptions.

[She doesn't have to say it, but for those types of people, life must be very lonely. Not even she can force others to accept help. There are some who are best left to their own devices.

A hand poised to her chin, she settles her gaze back onto Zidane.]

Would you say you're good at fighting? When I was watching you at the training grounds, it was more for speed, if I'm remembering correctly. Are you going to use that training today?

B

[crimsongirl]

[Oh she was speeding by Homura alright. Felt like she was taking the brunt of bad karma from everyone. Not only did she not know how to play, she kept landing on the worst panels. By the time she finally scored some coins to buy a star, well...she landed on a panel to lose them.]

This game hates me and the feeling is growing mutual.

Vicious Vocals

[notwearingthekeds]

[Yuzu was cute when she was anxious. She was always cute, and very often anxious. Which was charming, and helped Izzy feel like she wasn't in over her head with the whole dating thing. Izzy's backpack, complete with her violin case, was parked next to her while she worked on... some weird celliwig food.]

I know that it's a competition, but ignore that. Have fun, your friends are excited to see you sing.

[Last time Izzy was on stage she'd written a message to her mother across her forehead and refused to play. But she might actually be right with her suggestions here.]

[leicesters]

Merlin's trapped in one of the mirrors, and this might be the one! If we smash it, we might lose our chance at saving both of--!

[Claude's cut off as an Arthur comes swinging for his flank, and he has to twist to parry the blow.]

Drake Mallard / Darkwing Duck | DuckTales 2017

[flapsin]

A. The Unmasked Singer [Vicious Vocals: Drake]

[Drake's an actor and has had some practice with singing, especially with one particular song. And that's what he brings to the table for his performance! He doubts he'll win, but he wants to do his part for the show and see how far he gets. Plus, it's great publicity for Darkwing Duck!

He steps up on the stage, wearing ordinary clothes with just a purple cape added, just to try to protect his secret identity! He has others go overboard on the fog machine, making a mist surround him, and purple lighting shines down on him.]

I would like to perform one of the greatest songs known from my world, and the anthem of a hero who is said to wander these very streets at night...

[He clears his throat and snaps his fingers, signalling for a stage hand to make some metal clanging noises to kick off the song. With that, he starts to sing:]

Daring duck of mystery,
Champion of right!
Swoops out of the shadows,
Darkwing owns the night...
Somewhere, some villain schemes-
But his number's up!

3-2-1!
Darkwing Duck!
When there's trouble you call DW.
Darkwing Duck!
Let's get dangerous.
Darkwing Duck!
Darkwing, Darkwing Duck!

Cloud of smoke and he appears.
The master of surprise!
Who's that cunning mind behind
The shadowy disguise?
Nobody knows for sure,
But bad guys are out of luck-

'Cause here comes-
Darkwing Duck!
Look out!
When there's trouble you call DW!
Darkwing Duck!
Let's get dangerous!
Darkwing Duck!
Better watch out, you bad boys!
Darkwing Duck!

[Of course, throughout his performance, he also dances around and does a lot of posing with the cape. Then, he ends on one dramatic pose and takes theatrical bows for any bits of applause he can get!

He can be found backstage. Before his performance, he'll be trying out vocal exercises. And after, he'll be grinning and looking to see what others think of his stunning number!]

B. Tenkaichi Birdakai [Melee Mania: Darkwing]

[There's a fighting tournament. Just like in one of those anime shows! Drake's a bit reluctant to enter, because he's not exactly the buffest guy around. But he does know how to fight, and he can be quite scrappy - and durable! Plus, if he gets far, that will also do good for Darkwing Duck's public image... So he decides to take the plunge!

Once the time comes for a match, a fully costumes Darkwing Duck is ready for battle! He poses as he introduces himself.]

I am the terror that flaps in the night!
I am the filler episode that bores evil to sleep...!
I am Darkwing Duck!

[And now it's time to battle!

It's also possible for others, fellow fighters and spectators alike, to catch Darkwing resting up after a battle. He'll likely look beaten up to some degree, but still in good-ish spirits!]

C. Mirror Move [Darkwing]

c-1: Offense

[Once news breaks out about the meeting in the Hall of Mirrors, Darkwing Duck is convinced to try to intervene. The king's safety can't be risked like this! So there's a duck in a cape and fedora throwing himself into the fray and trying to Naruto run his way to victory!]

Sorry, but I can't let anyone get in the way of justice...!

[He's been practicing his light magic too: as his bat friend flies overhead, Darkwing focuses to conjure three other images of himself running, in an attempt to throw opponents off of the real deal as he makes his way towards the door...!]

c-2: Who's the Failest of Them All

[Somehow, he's made it into the Hall of Mirrors in one piece. But one other piece has something else to say. A mirror Darkwing speaks, scoffing at the real one.]

Look at you. It's embarrassing! You're still playing pretend at that make-believe hero? And pretending that you're doing it out of the goodness of your heart? You know this isn't about innocents, it's all about you. You just want your ego to be satisfied as the ultimate superhero. What a sham! You're not better than Jim, you know that? And you haven't accomplished a single thing, either. Remember how you didn't save Jim, how you never found Gosalyn's father and now you don't even know what you're doing here! You really are a Deadbeat Duck...

[It's enough to get to Drake and get him to stop, stricken by the reflection's words. Caught between dismay and anger as the mirror's words hit home, his fists ball up as he prepares a rebuttal...]

[Alternately, Darkwing can come across someone else confronting their reflection!]

c-3: Crisis on Infinite Arthurs

[Eventually, he finds himself at the heart of the matter! And the soul - to be more specific, it's the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror! Darkwing's tired from everything he's endured so far, and he's ready to just get this rescue over with! It's just a matter of how, now. There's the evil laughter, just as scheduled when it comes to a villain confrontation. He just didn't expect it to seemingly come from the king himself!]

...Your... Majesty...?

[And that's when the army of Arthurs start to surface, each of them ready for battle. Darkwing looks around at the various Arthurs uncertainly.]

Ummm... guys? I think our problems just multiplied!

[He doesn't have time to reflect on this, though. The army of Arthurs advance! Already exhausted, Darkwing focuses on dodging and countering the Arthurs' moves, and looking for chances to trip and restrain any of them with some rope he has on them! But he can't take them all on alone...]

D. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt or hit me up for plotting! Drake can also be interacted with as a spectator for any of the other tournament events!]

[leicesters]

If you hurry about it, yes! I'll buy you all the time I can.

[He casts a blinding curse on one of the Arthurs, causing confusion -- however temporarily -- amongst their ranks when one of them begins swinging blindly at allies, clutching his face. Others ignore it and continue to beeline for Claude. He meets the blade in a clash of steel, gritting his teeth.]

I've given you an opening, go!

mirror 1

[sighsheavily]

"Not terribly enthused," Cecelia admits, her hair frizzing with static. She has no weapons, save her magic, so she's made herself a bit of an elemental hazard to get too near.

"However, I may be able to soften my fall, so it's not the worst of ideas at this rate." At this rate being all this nonsense chaos. Egads.

[leicesters]

He owes me another dinner date once we haul him out of here!

[In your dreams, Claude. Still, as they continue on, no good humour in the world can fully distract him from the things his reflection said, and as much as he likes to sweep things under the rug, there's one thing he feels he needs to clear up with Marianne.]

You know I don't think of you as like a tool, right? [He can't deny he manipulates people, always has, and he's sure by now all the Golden Deer know it, but...] You mean more to me than that.

[notquitetamed]

It doesn't come as a surprise to Hawk that with both of them entering this tournament that eventually they'd end up fighting each other. He knows Chris is good and would do well unless she got paired with someone like Yuber in an early round.

He draws his own swords and looks ready. He grins before saying anything. "How about we make this a bit more fun? Winner gets to make use of the losers talents in any way they wish tonight."

He's still grinning. Maybe this time Chris will get the innuendo behind that suggestion. If she agrees, at least they win either way. He'd like to win, but he'd not exactly object to Chris having her way with him.

Melee Mania!!

[floatsaway]

I'd hope not...because I'm not here to lose again. Bakugou-kun! Come at me with all you've got!!

[Because she'd be insulted otherwise. Their first match up long, long ago was a real fight, and Ochako's been dying to rematch Bakugou in some fashion. She wasn't as skilled back then in fighting, even if she did push both herself and him to their very limits...it was a frustrating loss for her. She couldn't even hit him, and that's weighed on her mind a lot...as well as the jeering of the crowd underestimating her and thinking she needed to be coddled. It stung. A lot, and messed up a lot of her self-worth and confidence, so.

Round two.

With Bakugou at his best, and suited up as well. She has her own gear on - parts of her costume that came with her upon arrival (since she was on patrol with Ryukyu's agency for her work study prior) - so they're equal in that regard. She knows his magic types, too, and how he can use them, but so does he to her. It's going to be an interesting match, for sure. But she's learned not to rush things this time, because Bakugou is best dealt with face to face, where she excels. Hand to hand combat is Ochako's forte, and she only shifts her position as he rushes her, eyes watching his every move to see how he'll start things off and how she can counter.

Will he go for his usual? A strong right hook? Or has he learned to break through the norm?]

Re: Mario Party

[crimsongirl]

Seriously? Grah, I should have just hit up the arcade instead.

[And ya know, not a tournament expecting experts to appear. This was a really dumb plan of hers.]

Rinea | FE:SOV

[silvergarden]

Familiar Feud

[Rinea's familiar, Adalhard, is the entire reason Rinea has traveled to Celliwig. For all of his retainerlike behavior in service of his lady, Adalhard is an unholy fiend at heart-- and any excuse to get in a fight is a good one to him.

Currently the two of them are standing near the tourney location, waiting for their turn on the field. Adalhard is hunched over his smaller master in conversation, and seems to be performing a complicated series of charades. Rinea just looks perplexed.]

I-I thought I was just here as chaperone!... are you quite sure? I've never used kinetic magic in such a way, so... I don't know....

Naruto Run - Defense

[The scuffle around the hall of mirrors, too, attracted Adalhard's attention like a siren song. He is a familiar here in Avalon, but he cannot escape the war-fury mold from which his God formed him. Taking up a wide stance at the defense line of the Hall, Adalhard menaces all comers with his monstrously large shield and lance.

Rinea is stuck behind him, completely out of the loop and more than a little frightened-- not only for herself but for Adalhard, whom she has never seen grievously injured and is extremely concerned to find out what will happen to them both when it does occur. Guess that "use kinetic magic to buffet people away" idea he had earlier will come in handy here whether she likes it or not!]

Adalhard--!! Oh, stop this at once! [Adalhard does not listen and instead protectively slams his massively oversized shield into the ground in front of her-- she disappears from view with a surprised squeak.]

Hall of Mirrors (FE SOV spoilers)

[The mounted defense is no use, of course-- the attackers break through to the Hall, and the resulting view of the scene inside causes a mad dash to the rescue. Caught up in the commotion Rinea gets swept inside, separated from her recalcitrant familiar, and very quickly she gets quite lost.]

...

[It is so quiet Rinea hardly dares to breathe. How large is this place? How did everyone disappear into the myriad corridors like water through a sieve?

And why... why do the mirrors feel so menacing?

Rinea hears it before she sees it.]

There you are. Have you finished playing at escapism?

[The faint sound of crackling flames, and her own voice. Rinea turns, trembling, dreading what she knows is there-- and finds herself staring at the reflection of... herself.

She screams.]

[dottedline]

[Gesturing to the dishes as he speaks:]

Lobster bisque, mushroom cioppino, salmon and mahi mahi, both seared...oven roasted chicken with a citrus marinade, and what my mom advertises as her grandmother's vanilla cake with lemon curd.

[Implying that it's not. And it isn't, Azul knows she apparently spent a good while working on perfecting that recipe when she was still working on the ristorante.]

Hm. I may need a salad option.

you know what this is & i'm skipping the fight so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[morns]

( the old wisdom is to never underestimate an opponent, no matter how out of place, how fancy they may look, and... well, she can say it certainly rang true here. Kate has to admit, at least to herself, that she didn't quite expect a guy in such a formal state of dress to be as quick and vicious as he is. beyond a good fight, or a challenge, and straight into better than her.

which sucks, but as defeats go, isn't it always better to lose to someone you can recognise is more skilled than you?

fuck, landing on the ground hurt, though. her leg folded under her uncomfortably as warm blood trickles down from a cut at her collarbone. there's a groan as she shifts her head and curls her fingers into her palm, yanking the throwing knife a few feet away back to herself. )

Fine. I give.

( ugh. mind getting a girl a healer? )

[flapsin]

[Drake grins and gives a little wave to his young human friend.]

Hey there Monika. [And he nods along thoughtfully.] I see, I see. So you're not used to the public eye! I'm actually an actor back home, so I know a thing or two about performing publicly. We might be opponents right now, but I guess it can't hurt to help you prepare for this!