[Event Post]

[triade_oscura]

::So, you're passing by the younger kids' Duel Academy, later in the evening when most of the kids have left, where you find this lady in a black jacket and a shiny reflective mask and cat ears playing hopscotch.

How peculiar.::

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[weavethebonds]

"Ugh, child touchers."

There's a girl wearing curvy aladdin shoes and an outfit covered in hearts.

[triade_oscura]

::The woman stops, staring at you.::

... That's an unusual look, Princess.

[weavethebonds]

"I think it's fine, from a weirdo in a mask."

[triade_oscura]

Oh, so you're refusing to have a conversation with me as long as I wear this helmet, nya~?

[weavethebonds]

"No, I said a doofus in a mask can't criticize my fashion sense."

[triade_oscura]

Now now, that hardly seems fair. But oh well, what brings you here? Are you the child creeper instead, nya~?

[weavethebonds]

"...I was going to do something. ...With the jungle gym."

[triade_oscura]

::Claps her hands.:: Now this I have to see, nya~

[weavethebonds]

"Well I'm not doing it with anyone else around!"

[triade_oscura]

::Plants her feet promptly to the ground.::

And I refuse to leave, as I do not recognize the Pax Endymion, nor your authority to request me to leave, nya.

[weavethebonds]

"Well then I guess we'll both stand here until one of us dies."

[triade_oscura]

::Folds arms.::

[weavethebonds]

Folds arms as well.

[triade_oscura]

::A Tumbleweed rolls by.::

[weavethebonds]

"..."

Holds out her hand. A cake appears in it. She begins tossing it up and down, steadily.

[triade_oscura]

::Pulls out a giant kitchen knife from her in between her boobs.::

[weavethebonds]

She throws the cake.

[triade_oscura]

::Cuts the cake in midair with the knife as if she has expert Samurai skills.::

[weavethebonds]

She summons a floating squadron of cakes, and hurls them.

[triade_oscura]

::Buried in cake, arm sticking out, still holding the kitchen knife.::

[weavethebonds]

"That's what you get, why don't you pack that in, you half-magic degenerate!"

[triade_oscura]

::Springs out the cake pile. Cat tail wagging as she readies the knife::

So you know who I am, or at least who I'm with then, you stupid fat cow, Nya~?

[weavethebonds]

"I have a good enough idea, because just looking at you annoys me."

[triade_oscura]

And looking at you makes me want to gag a spoon, nya!

[weavethebonds]

"Can you even see through that stupid things.

[triade_oscura]

Ever hear of a two-way mirror, nya~? ::Swipe swipe through the air.::

[weavethebonds]

"What's with the stupid bimbo cat routine."

[triade_oscura]

::Tosses knife handle between hands.::

What do you mean, nya~

[weavethebonds]

"the nya, nya."

[triade_oscura]

Because Cats are the only thing I've ever found solace in, chu~ ::Tail wags back and forth.::

[weavethebonds]

"Oh, you're a crazy lonely cat lady."

[triade_oscura]

Said the rich girl who emotionally hides away in a tower, chu.

[weavethebonds]

"I do not do that at all."

[triade_oscura]

You do. It doesn't matter where, you find a deep secluded place and hide, and let others do all your dirty work, Politician, meow.

[weavethebonds]

"It's called delegation!"

[triade_oscura]

It's called cowardice, nya.

[weavethebonds]

"That's completely untrue!"

[triade_oscura]

In what way is using your "friends" as hired thugs while you don't have to sully your name or do any work, "Untrue", nya?

[weavethebonds]

"..Shut up, that's entirely inaccurate!"

[triade_oscura]

And in this little scheme to make the world do what you want, what precisely, Princess, have you done besides get lazy while they grind Numbers behind their families' backs, who are going to hate you and them for all this, meow?

[weavethebonds]

She bristles.

"This isn't going to work on me!"

[triade_oscura]

::Shrugs. Then goes to throw a bag on the hopscotch markers and hops. Her chest bouncing incredulously.::

[weavethebonds]

Susan ughs and stomps off.