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"Battle of ryhme, Im about as useless as an airhorn" she said, muching on her marshmellows

Upon seeing the creature that just appeared from the wreckage Nergal stopped and tilted his head in curiosity, waiting to see what would happen next.

Aggles gets another mischievous smirk.
"Well then, I am sure you are ready
But I feel like I must tell you
Your mother was in my beddy
and the hours we had... Few."
He then started cackling in laughter.

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!))