Octavia's Bow

As he arrived, he noticed that his realtor, along with Braeburn, were waiting for him. "Just a few small things left," the housing mare said, "We gotta sign you over the deed, and officially hoof you the keys. I know you already have one, but it has to be documented with a witness. Come meet us down at Town Hall once you drop off your things and we'll get you squared away, Mr. Accord."

In conjunction with this, Sayaa cast an illusion that simulated blindness. She would wait until Misha's magic hit him, then kick his legs out and disarm him. In the event that something went wrong, she ordered her demon to be ready to pounce on this cop.

@@Glaceon,@, Something was wrong.For one thing, the building wasn't lveled. For another, she could see a foot print from outside the car in the soft soil of the shrubbery near the house. Sommoning her new cat-like demon, she whispered, "Quietly, lets nab this guy. Limit to 20 percent of stored power. I'll update you in combat conditions, but ready yourself." She got her slender frame up onto the demon and left the pizza boy in the car. Deathly quiet and reasonably quick, the demon followed the scent of the footprint. "Shhh," she used some illusion magic to whisper in the demon's ear, hide in the shadow of the corner. The cop's focus was on Misha. She studied the ground, and noted that it was reasonably solid. Sneaking up behind him, she signed Misha a slow finger acros the throat. Kill him or no?

"We used them earlier. You have to press the button that looks like a cup, and it'll slide out of the button. You know, next to the center consul." She yawns and kicks her feet up in the back seat. Closing her eyes, she waits to feel the familiar vibrations of a machine coming to life..

She shrugs, "And it couldn't wait until after dinner I suppose. You want me to make you look different? I could give you a trigger. It'd work like a rune, you'd just charge the stick I gave you with a bit of magic and presto, you look different. It shouldn't take much to get it going, and once it's going it'll start burning of its own magic like a battery. And to turn it of, you just put out the flame." She pulls out what looks like a stick of charcol from one of her pouches, "Efficient, really."

"Dude, if you call me in, you'd better be dead. I am eating this pizza." She takes a box and moves to follow him. "Why is this so important to you anyway? She's obviously hiding from you, and I thought you'd have moved on by now." She plays with her fold-out knife (she'd swiped it off a guy on the sidewalk earlier), studying her nails.

Synthia makes her entrance as this boy began his little defensive speech. She closes the door behind her and clears her throat, "When I was your age, I had a librarian who refused to evolve because she found Gardevoir's dress rather hard to sword fight with. I admire your courage to evolve, though gender roles may be against you. And if Headmaster Rune permits, we can always re-impliment the duel system should conflict over it arise." She clears her throat, "Just thought you should know Rune, I'm going to be filling some of the papers for your status. So you can.... focus." She gives him a charming wink and exits to go do that paperwork.

Currently at a con... That moment when you realize Suitaloo skipped over your post again. MFW:

Alright, head count. Who's still here?

She opens the door wider to let the pizza guy in and drops the hexxes, reverting to her normal, teen-esk appearance in her robes. "Misha will be the one to pay you. He's the one who talked." She flops on the couch to watch some TV, yawning uninterestedly. The couch was to her liking; firm, and cloth.

Synthia had followed Rune, but at the thought of her husband running an entire school.... "Bwahahahaaa! Ahahahahahaaaaa! Oh, boy. Oh, I'm sorry honey. Just... think about Principle Rune the swashbuckling task master, disciplinarian, doing paperwork." She coughs, "Please continue."

(I didn't even see Amphy's post O.o) Synthia nods and sheathes the sword, "Well, let's be off." She hooks his arm and lets him lead her to the office, curious as to what the princciple had to say. There was a small twinge of nervousness left over from younger days, when the principle was someone to be feared and intimidated by rather than your boss, but not enough to immobilize her with a panic attack, as it may have done prior to now.

Sayaa quickly jinx'd herself to look a little older, a little broader of chest, and dressed a bit suggestive. She cleared her throat and answered the door. "Oh good, you're here. How much is it, sweetie?" Her jinx made her voice more womanish and less childish. She gave him a warm smile.

Sorry, sorry

"Rune, if it were an extension of my arm the logical way, grafted to my wrists, it would be highly in-effective. Furthermore, the only sensory data I get from it is any vibrations transferred from the blade to my hand. I would rather think of it like a dancing ribbon." She was frowning at the target, studying it.

"I thought it was designed after a shepard's crook," she says quietly, thinking. She then realized that it didn't really matter, and took a breath. She swung her sword at the 30 degree angle, and manged to slice through it with a bit of difficulty. She wasn't as strong or as practiced as Rune, but the basics were there.

She blushes, "Uhh, honey? I designed it based on the measurements from your wedding ring and some basic physics principles. And a little watching. That is a one-of-a-kind sword without a name." She picks up the Egyptian-styled sword and studies it a bit. "Do I want to hit the target with the curved bit of blade, or the straight length near the hilt."

Sayaa looks over at her questioningly, "Uhh, you mean they have magical internet security locks? No offense, but couldn't we steal from someone maby a little less protected? If we're going to steal at all, anyway. Is th bank even close enough to sense magical energies? That would be important..."

"You're talking about the *censored* who stabbed you right? Why would you wanna see her? Seems counter-productive to being dead. And the health of two peoples involved." She yawns from the floor, as theeffects of her prefered sleeping surface began taking it's toll.

"Mmmm, well, you're not the only reason I could be dead tomorrow. I'm having a bit of problems with the deamon. See, he doesn't like to listen, and he eats through a lot of energy. I might have to actually visit a warlock." She gives a look of distaste, "And generally Warlocks are unpleasant and, well, kinda gross. You probably know that though."

"Something tells me he's not coming back. The guys has some serious issues, I think. At the very least, we won't see him for a while." She lays on the floor with a yawn and looks up at Misha. "You know, you're not too bad a guy. Granted, I might not be alive in the morning, but at the moment, you're to bad."

Sayaa looked over at the balcony and prepared a portal at the bottom of the fall. She didn't actually make it; she could see from the illusory mirror she created that she was fine. "Are you saying you don't sleep on beds either? Because if that's true then we have an extra bed."