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Na'aiyah had to put her hand to her mouth to try not to laugh.

She chuckled "Funnier than my jokes" she said "Good job kid-"

The dragon snorts into his eggnog.

The Mari Lwyd twitches as it is once again subjected to haiku. It certainly seems to find the practice unsettling, though it is steeled this time, and will only be undone by its true weakness of rhyme. It cackles again, swiveling its horse skull head toward Aggles.

"Oooh you think you're so crude
But when it comes to being lewd
There's none so rude as the Mari Lwyd!"

The Scholar huffed over the rim of the cauldron, though there was a twinkle of mischief in his eye. As the Mari Lwyd rounded on Aggles, he cleared his throat noisily.

"How now, brute, and off with thee!
I’m trying to have my sip.
Your rhymes sting no worse than a bee,
You’ll go down in flames just like the ship!"

Rhyme battles were not her thing, but Umbra decided to give it a try anyway, it was a party afterall...

"oh Mari Lwyd
you think to be so rude
but without a galleon
you are only screwed!"

((I seem to always lose the plot. I don't think this sort of RP is for me. Have fun everyone))

Vardarianna took what was left of her marshmallow and retreated back to the food table, picking a few things up and refilling her goblet with more mulled wine before slipping back off into the pines.

(I'll return to reveal later)

The Mari Lwyd was punctuating its staggering jig with some vague thrusting motions in Aggles' direction, but then the dragon joins the battle. It rounds on The Scholar, but rounds a bit too much, and has to gently untwist itself and try again to face the dragon. And then, blammo, it's hit with another rhyme out of nowhere by Umbra!

"It's true I tried to sail the skies
To plunder all your cakes and pies
But now it seems I'm just a drunk
who must resort to the junk in this trunk!"

The back half of the Mari Lwyd begins to twerk. Poorly.

The twitch told Cris that if anything the rhyme-battling pirit had recognized her too. Eyes glinting behind the flames of the marshmallow, that she continued to roast unperturbed as she chanted:
"Rhymes...", then, knowing that the word had surely not failed to grasp Lwyd's attention, she went on; "... dance on the page,
A challenge to conquer words,
Melodies of thoughts."
And, with a sardonic smile, she lifted the stick witht he marshmallow in a mock-toast.

Being late was fashionable, and Caelus did so very much enjoy being fashionable. He swanned in, which was probably not really the right bird-metaphor, because he was currently dressed as a phoenix, except phoenixed in wasn't a phrase. He knew. He'd looked it up.
He'd been to plenty of balls in his time, although the wreck of a burning ship was a new thing. It certainly added something to the decor, though, and he quite willingly took up a stick to join in marshmallow roasting, listening in on the rhyming.

((Hi! Hope it's not too late to drop in!))

Na'aiyah turned to the newcomer. "Welcome to.. chaos." She chuckled.

He stifled a laugh at the silliness of this all.
"I am torn.
The rhymes of mine cannot grow form.
But alas, a new one is born.
And your loss we shall not morn."

Conpany quickly runs off to the woods, screams, and comes back

That dealt 1000 hp to her soul

The dragon lets out a mighty laugh at the spritely wobble-dancing of the horse skull.

“You dance around and grin ear-to-ear,
In front of flames a-crackling.
But though you think to shake your rear,
Your posterior is lacking!”

A hand reaches out from the front of the sheets that composes the Mari Lwyd, and awkwardly attempts to spank the twerking rear of the creature. At this point it becomes apparent that it's a compound being, composed of two men in a sheet and a horse skull. The two men bump into each other, unsteady on their feet, and for a moment it appears the one in the front is attempting to back it up into his mate in the back. There's some awkward fluttering under the sheet which indicates more rump slapping occurring somewhere in the middle. Aggles' continued rhymes seems to remind them what they are actually doing there, and they straighten up for one more attempted volley. Then the Scholar lands a devastating blow against their rear. And it's not even the fun literal kind they were just attempting on themselves.

"Would you deny me a sip from your cup
Just because I'm not caked up?"

"Someone hurt him before I do"

((Thank you!))

"It certainly is quite unlike most masquerades I've attended, but I have no complaints," Caelus nodded to Na'aiyah. He politely applauded each pronouncement of verse, with a solemnity as if considering them true masterpieces. He pushed his mask up his nose a little, as if used to pushing spectacles up it, before returning to his applause. "Simply marvellous! What talent!
Such poetry I've ne'er heard
Each verse runs straight and true
Eternally, tell of the battle
Of the dragon and Mari Lwyd." He wasn't going to not join in.

The Scholar grumbles and clasps a protective claw over his cauldron of eggnog. Dragons are known for many things: bravery, cunning, strength … generosity is not generally one of them.

"Your request here shows a lack of tact,
About your backside’s lack of beauty.
For it’s a very well-known fact,
That dragons love good booty."

The dragon slips a single golden coin from his harness to prove his point, which glints as he tilts it between two claws.

"Failure's bitter sting,
Laughs echo through the darkness,
Dance to rise again." Cris's voice echoed with barely refrained laughter at the antics of the two halves of Mari Lwyd. She gingerly removed a marshmallow from the stick and offered half to Rosy, before chiming; "Double failure stings,
Missteps intertwine, consume,
Lessons born anew."