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[enigmaestro]

Who: Everyone at the State Island Renn Faire.
When: From noon 4/29 to 11:59pm 5/2
Where: Staten Island.
Summary: Reality is temporarily broken as demonic forces accidentally make a Renn Faire very real.
Warnings: None?
Format: Whatever thou doth deign upon.

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[hasgonehonkers]

The strange troll bard is wandering around and playing his lute. He normally wouldn't pose a problem for anyone, but a few weeks ago he had unfortunately been discovered to have been the last person to see a jester alive and no one knows why he and the jester should have spoken. Doubly unfortunate, no one knows who actually murdered the jester as it is. One can imagine what rumors would come of such circumstances.

What is more worrisome with Gamzee, of course, is that he has been singing some rather unflattering things about the king. Of course, he's never sung any of these things within earshot of the guards or the nobility, but word gets around all the same.

It's a miracle he's avoided any punishment for his actions so far.

NOW THAT MY INTERNET IS UP AGAIN

[swwag]

"Greater men than you hath tried and failed." Dualscar's attention had been thoroughly moved from Gamzee, mostly due to the fact that he considered the bard no threat, so the weapon went unnoticed. "And dost that plan not sound unnecessarily complicated? Such effort wasted on such as him. I can hardly approve of this waste. I'll simply take him and save thy gloves the sight of his blood."

He polished off the wine and smashed the bottle against the wall, chucking the jagged weapon at Francesco's feet and moving his cutlass into a more threatening position.

"But if thee is willing to spill thy blood on my cutlass over a simple bard, thou art welcome to it. See this; I've even provided a weapon. I expect a gramercy when you breathe your last, hound of the king."

and derp I forgot to track this thread, sorry

[due_punishment]

Francesco kicked the broken bottle backward and up, while he leaped forward, tucking into a roll. When he popped back onto his feet his hand had already begun to draw his sword.

Two foes, small space, he'd been in worse. At least he had his weapon now.

It's cool, I forgot to track it too

[hasgonehonkers]

Okay, this might actually work out. If he still kept himself covered while those two fought he could easily come in with a weapon when they were both weaker and then bolt out of here. He'd just have to hope that one of them didn't just take the other down too quickly.