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[mattersverymuch]

private } admiral

This still isn't funny.

➽ Selina: The finest-quality lockpick set.
➽ Kara: Something from her home planet, and photos of her family.
➽ Iris: A peacock-plume hat.
➽ Slevin: A clockwork heart, life-sized and wound to match his heartbeat and slow to a stop when he's about to die.
➽ Creed: Grimm's Fairy Tales.
➽ Door: Everything I stole from her father's study.
➽ Ned: Le Chat-Botte, first edition, and French; toys for Digby
➽ Dean: New boots. Good sturdy ones.
➽ Snow: A figurine of the white stag in oak, a hand's span.
➽ Stark: Coal. In the shape of a smiley face. [Like macaroni art.]
➽ Emperor: More bees.
➽ If you have any control over Prefect, wherever he got to, make sure he remembers this place. He's such an idiot, he's likely to forget.

flood spam } all over!

[The Mouse King is here to wreck your shit. Or at least attempt to wreck it, then disappear and leave you in utter confusion about whether he will, in the end, wreck it or not. There are some people - particularly Princes and their Soldiers - whom he will give a harder time than others, but mostly he'll be attempting to gather minions and waving a sword around like an idiot.]

[Find him anywhere, but particularly jousting at nothing on deck, causing pointless destruction in the gym, and stealing cheese and crackers in the dining hall. Also challenging various people to battles to the death.]

Comments

[deadly_ned]

[I don't think so, Mouse King. Because here come soldier and dog to stop you.

Not really dog, so much, who seems disinterested. But Soldier Piemaker is holding a pie in hand and is - yes, now he's flinging it at the poor Mouse King's face]

[mattersverymuch]

[The pie hits, with a squishy sort of noise, and the Mouse King reels back on his heels, clawing at his face. The outrage! The impossible outrage! Who would dare throw food at him!]

[Once he's cleared away most of the pie, throwing it in great gobs to his feet, he glares at the soldier and begins to make his way after him, with swift, menacing steps, his hand on his prop sword's hilt.]

[deadly_ned]

[With a triumphant cry, the Piemaker withdraws his own prop sword, directing the tip in the face of the Mouse King]

Arise, villain!

[mattersverymuch]

[He swats the sword out of his face, like it's a fly, then puts his hands huffily on his hips.]

I've arisen. I was already arisen when you hit me with foodstuffs. What mockery of warfare is this?

[He draws his sword and waggles it about menacingly.]

[deadly_ned]

[Looking somewhat deflated by how easily the sword is batted away, the Piemaker puts it against the marquis' belly, scowling]

Warfare nonetheless, O Mouse King! Will you yield?

[mattersverymuch]

[Oh yeah, well. His sword is placed against Ned's belly and wiggled around several more times for good measure.]

No. I don't yield.

Fight me if you think you can.

[deadly_ned]

[Giving a gasp of surprise and annoyance, the Piemaker takes a step back, defending himself]

I think so, sir!

[Digby barks. He is annoyed that both these people have sticks and aren't throwing them

[mattersverymuch]

[While the marquis would usually be paying a significant amount of attention to Digby at this point, having been worn down and given in to loving him as he deserves to be loved, as the Mouse King he ignores the dog utterly and parries.]

I think not!

[He is not nearly as good at comebacks as the Mouse King, either.]

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker is surprisingly good at defending himself - all those years of watching Star Wars paid off - and manages to fend off the marquis, backing away. He's only a foot soldier: not the dreaded Mouse King]

I think...so!

[The Piemaker is exactly the same skill level at comebacks as before]