ronni.jean wrote:

Marty was skating backwards as she talked to and faced Rae, Moving slowly but not really paying proper attention to what was behind her.  So of course it was inevitable that she ran into someone. 

The impact wasn't great, and the greatest effect was forcing Marty into Rae's chest, which started to fall as both girls tried to save it.

"Sink me!" Rae says as she grabs her chest from falling.

Robyn nods. "Of course." She spends some time helping her work out what she needs to take, which we won't go into much detail about because that would be boring. In the meantime, several squirrels gather 'round in the branches above and watch.

The human in charge of the BBEG booth smiles sarcastically. "I suppose you're the son of the Lord of Blades, as well. Any proof of that?"

At the Asmodeans booth, Mandy smiles sweetly. "Well, of course YA has a strong duty to our lord Asmodeus, and has worked hard over the past few years to bring the influence of his manner of leadership to not only our club, but the student body, and the school as a whole." She says it all as if she were talking about selling cookies. "And then," her eyes narrow but her smile doesn't change. Although her overall demeanor becomes rather dark, "There's her." She glares at the Drow cheerleader across the way, happily passing out flyers. "I don't know how that demon-befouled cretin manages to get her claws into every cranny of this academy..." Then her smile returns, brightly, "But I don't think you'll be disappointed in our organization. And yes, we've got some exciting outings planned for later this semester."

"No, it was my fault for skating backwar..."  Marty untangled herself from pirate cloaks and her own backpack, and stopped abruptly when she found herself eye-to hat with that odd headwear she'd noticed earlier.  And then the face under the brim, which was very pretty, and full of good humor and a really nice smile even in this situation.  "...uh."  She forgot what she was saying. 

After a moment she realized she was staring.  "Sorry, totally my fault."

She turned her full attention to her backback, which was almost as heavy as Rae's chest, and most certainly did not make anymore glances to the guy with the hat and the pretty face.  Well hardly any, and hopefully none noticable.

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DM Swift wrote:

The human in charge of the BBEG booth smiles sarcastically. "I suppose you're the son of the Lord of Blades, as well. Any proof of that?"

Unit takes a step closer.  "Do you imagine, for a moment, that anyone would falsely make that claim here, on this campus, where he is part of the faculty?  If I am lying, expulsion is the least of the problems I would face.  If I'm telling the truth and you continue your pointless obstinance, you will have to deal with him.  So tell me, of those two outcomes, which would you rather see?  Personally I do not object to watching him decorate your home with whatever he pulls out of you."  Which is a lie, he would very much object to being anywhere near that much filsh being flung about.

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Leo hauled himself back to his feet and offered a hand to either of the ladies to help them do the same, if they needed it, then spared the briefest of moments to swing the battered guitar on his back around to his front so he could check it for damage.  He's visibly relieved when it appears to be okay.

"Y'know, I don't rightly know what exactly brings me here," says Leo, "this fella from the Cold Suns - they're lizardfolk tribes back home - finds me and tells me I got a chance to go to 'a place of great learning' and how it'd be a real good way to grow the peace between the tribes and us other folk and a few days later I'm goin' down a hole in a bog and I pop out here. Took a bit to get my bearings, but turns out I'm enrolled, an' my tuition was paid in dragonshards... the whole thing is frightful strange.  But where are my manners? I'm Leonardo, nice to meet you ladies."

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