Mora nodded, "They're letting me try out. I don't see why they wouldn't. And we could always take out the next couple of chickies." She showed her the papers that she was bringing so she could try out.

"It looks like fun. But I'd have an in on Assassin. What with being the family business, an all." 

"You got that form without having the brave The Lost Stacks of the Great Library?" She asked, the last half-dozen or so words echoing in ominous reverb as the area about them flickered and darkened.

And then the shadow dissipated. "Sorry. Still trying to get the hang of ghost sound and minor illusion." She apologized. "But seriously, my friend Sarah wanted a permit from Maddie and we had to go on a quest and fight Dretch to get it. Nasty buggers them, one of them hurt Blue!" Her voice echoed the shocked outrage she felt at this attack upon cuteness.

Marty looked up at the aerial acrobatics overhead, and sighed wistfully.  "I could probably fly if I asked Maki or Gear for rocket assist on my skates, but I'm not sure they'd give proper attention to unimportant details like fuel supply or safe landings."

"Mortal!  there's totally a gnoll on campus that's exactly like that!"  Marty blurted as she laughed along.  "He saw Rae and went into Rube-Goldberg mode to capture her.  I didn't know there was a show - I'm not from the big city and we don't have astral net back on the farm, but that sounds so funny.  Jen's been telling me about shows she likes, all about sparkly good-boy paladins and such.  It sounds way more fun than the books we had, or cow tipping.  Me and my brothers did a lot of cow tipping as bo.. as kids."

"Uh, yeah.  Those cows."  Close enough anyway.  "And.., no real purpose except for something to do at night when there's nothing else remotely entertaining.  I did mention I grew up on a farm, right?

"Jolly Golem - that's a bar?"  She guessed.